I have sold the rights to my “Handmaiden” stories to Irrational worlds, a small start up. I will be working carefully with them to improve and expand upon this story. I am so excited!!
Look for the entire Handmaiden line to be expanded and worked into the Irrational worlds storylines. For those of you who are Keiri’s fans, there is a lot in store for you!!
I knew what he liked. It wasn’t just the wet slapping of my fingers against my lips, or the smell of my musk in the air; it was the show. He liked watching me squirm, liked the way I bit my lip and moaned, liked to watch my hips move.
Don’t get me wrong. Faking leads to whippings. Not spanking, or beatings, or canings, but full whippings. It wasn’t that I was supposed to fake it; I was supposed to completely give over to my pleasure. I was supposed to show him something true.
I touched myself briefly, to see if I was wet enough. I was. I didn’t need to lick my fingers; I was already sopping wet. I licked them anyway, making certain I looked him in the eye as I slowly sucked the musk of my pussy from my fingers. They were glistening when I pulled them from my mouth.
Then, I began fingering my clit.
“Oh, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and tried not to pant. I loved the thick wetness that dripped from me while he watched. I brought my other hand to one pink nipple and pinched, sending sweet fire from my nipple to my cunt. My hips began to roll, and my eyes drifted as I rubbed my cunt.
“I’m going to talk now, little whore. You aren’t to stop while I do. If you need to come, you have to ask. Do you understand?”
I whimpered softly. “Yes Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You are new here, little whore. You aren’t aware of the patterns of my house. What you don’t know is that I haven’t used anyone for several days. You see, sweet Tasia, It’s almost time for the New Year’s Party. I give everyone a few days rest before it.”
I sighed. “I see Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” As always, his words soothed me. But just now, I had a more pressing concern; the slowly building fire in my cunt.
“But now, here you are, coming and begging me to fuck you.”
“I wasn’t begging, Daddy.”
“Shut up. You know what you were here for, don’t you?”
I whimpered. “Yes Sir.”
He ran his hand through his thick hair.” Girl, I need you to be able to take care of my guests. There is a reason I let my girls rest.”
I rubbed my pussy faster. “Guests, Sir?”
“It is my greatest pleasure to entertain, Tasia. You know that. My New Year’ parties are always quite the event, and my girls get some time off beforehand.” He tssked. “I would have sworn I had Autumn tell you about it.”
Maybe she had. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. My fingers were dancing across my clit, and my cunt was spasming. God, I needed him. I needed to have his fist in my hair and have him drag me to his bed. I needed to have his hand around my throat while he fucked me unconscious. I moaned softly, thinking about the way his voice sounded while he came deep inside me.
“So you see, the world doesn’t revolve around you. This had little to do with you at all, except as it also applies to every other girl in my house.”
“Daddy.” God, I could hear the need in my voice. “I need to come Daddy. I need to come, here, on the floor for you. Please.”
“No. Take your hand away.”
I whimpered, but did as he asked.
“Don’t worry, little bitch. You’ll get to come. Just not yet.”
I beamed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“First, let’s adjust this camera.” He began moving the tripod. “Turn a bit, sweet cunt. Let’s face it directly.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I stretched my legs, for just a moment, and then turned.
“Good girl. Now our guests will be able to see what’s on the offer.”
I froze, like a deer. “My gaze caught that little green light. Where were those cords going? I closed my eyes at the realization.
“Guests, Daddy? You said they wouldn’t be here for a few days.”
“It’s the wonders of the internet, Tasia.” He grinned at me, wolfishly. “I thought I would give a few of them a small taste of what’s in store for them.”
The implications sent tremors through my pussy and I gasped. I opened my eyes and found him grinning at me. Then, my gaze went to the camera, and the unblinking green light on its front.
“Yes. You understand.”
“How… how many people are watching?”
That’s not important, my wet little cunt. Look . Look into the camera. Show my guests what a good little girl you are. Put your fingers back on your clit.”
“Yes Daddy.” I began again. Knowing I was being watched, I wanted to make it a show. My hand drifted downward, until I found my hard little nub. I rubbed my slickness, my hips slowly starting to writhe.
I tried to look onto that black little eye. It was difficult. It was one thing to play with my cunt for Master Victor. I could see him, could smell him .
But these men weren’t here. I couldn’t watch as a man’s cock grew hard, or watch him struggle to stay in control as I made myself come for him. I couldn’t feel their eyes on the curve of my ass, or feel fingertips trace along my breasts. It was the cold, dead eye of the camera, and it just wasn’t the same.
“Do we have a problem, little toy?”
“No Daddy.” I could do this. It was just like before. It was a matter of headspace.
“May I finger fuck myself, Daddy?”
“Do you need something in your cunt?”
“Yes Daddy.” I need to have something inside me.” I looked right at the camera as I said it, and my fingers flew.
“Are you begging, little sweetling?” His deep voice sent tremors down my spine
“Yes Master Victor. I am begging you to allow me to finger-fuck myself.”
He chuckled darkly. “Do it. Then tell them how your cunt feels. Tell my guests what a little whore you are. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be my good girl?”
“Yes Master Victor.” I slowed my fingers, and took deep breath. I looked into the camera. Speaking to the viewers. “Daddy, you cant be here, but I need you. Your wet little hole needs to be fucked. I’m dripping all down my thighs for you.” I dipped finger inside myself and held it up. It glistened with my juices. Smiling at the camera, I licked it clean.
“Good girl.” Master Victor’s voice was soft, but I could hear it’s low rumble. I shuddered.
“I’m going to fuck myself with my hand, Daddy. But I wish it were you. I wish you were here, holding me down and fucking my while I cried and begged and came all over you.”
I slipped the finger back inside myself, sighing as I did. I worked myself for moment, sighing softly as I fingered my cunt.
“I’m so wet, Daddy.” I pushed a second finger onto my cunt. “It’s so soft inside me. My pussy is so soft and warm.” I began fucking myself in earnest. The soft wet sounds of my slick pussy filled the room.
“What do you need, little slut?” Master Victor’s voice was a deep growl.
I whimpered. “Daddy. Oh Daddy, I need your thick cock. I need you to throw me on the bed and punish my wet hole. I need you to fuck me until I can’t see, until I hear the voice of God.” I moved my fingers faster and began to buck my hips. “Master Victor, I need you to give me to your guests and let them make me scream. I need them to take turns with me and use me. I need to be a toy for the pleasure of strangers.”
I was going to come. I needed to slow down
I traced my other hand along my flat stomach until. I found one perfect, teacup sized breast. Lightly, I pinched myself, keeping my gaze at the camera. I didn’t need to fake a sultry look. I was on fire. My count clenched, and I took a deep breath.
If I came without Master Victor’s permission, he would certainly punish me.
I pulled my fingers out and gently circled my clit. “Daddy, I am going to come soon.”
“I didn’t tell you that you could come, sweet little cunt.”
I pouted. “I know… Oh Daddy please.”
“Stop.”
I thought I was going to explode. I pulled my hand away, whimpering.
“That’s my good girl, Tasia. Take position Three, baby girl.”
I grinned. “Yes Daddy.” Position Three was one of my favorites. With my ass arched upwards, and my tits pressed into the floor, I was completely open to him. Position Three usually meant he was going to give me a fierce fucking.
I stretched my arms out over my head, pushing my face and breasts into the thick carpet.
“No, baby girl. I need your ass to face the camera.”
“Yes Daddy.” I turned around, arching my back.
“Play with your cunt, little birch. Show us how wet you are.”
I held myself as open as I could, knowing that the camera was focused squarely on my dripping gash. I pulled my right hand between my spread legs and traced the edge of my clit.
“Daddy. Oh Daddy I’m still close. If you are going to fuck m—“
His belt slapped teasingly against my ass and I yelped. Tears came to my eyes.
“Please Daddy. I’ll be good.” I rubbed faster, my musk thick in the air. Pleasure tore through me. I was whimpering
He chuckled. “I know you will, little cunt. I’m not spanking you as a punishment.” He swung again, and there was a stripe of white fire on my ass. I screamed. “I’m spanking you because it makes my cock hard to hear you cry. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy. Tears ran freely down my face. He drew back, and struck me again.”
“Now come, Tasia. Come while I beat your pretty ass. Show my guests how a true slut pleases her Daddy.”
“Yes Sir.” I yelped as he struck me again, but began furiously working my clit. I knew this game. He wanted me to come while he beat me, and the sooner I did, the sooner he would stop.
“Thank you Daddy.” He swung and struck again. I big my lip and stifled a cry.
Even as he was beating me, however, I was getting wetter. He had trained me well. It wasn’t that I enjoyed the beating, it was that he had taught me to know what came after. Being spanked meant I was about to be used, to be fucked in the fiercest, most primal way
I had no choice. It wasn’t seduction; it was domination, pure and simple.
I loved it.
“Oh…Daddy. God. I need your cock.” My fingers were moving faster than ever.
SMACK. He struck my other ass cheek. I began to cry in earnest. I needed to hurry and come. I needed to get off before he broken me in front of these strangers.
I let my mind drift.
“Come on, little whore. You still owe me. “I climbed the small stair to the stage, and let her lead me to the padded bench.
“Thank you Mistress Lydia.” She looked at me, her eyes cold.
Then, they were cuffing me to the bench, the metal heavy on my wrists and ankles. Even though I had just acquiesced, I felt tears threatening to spill when the last loud CLICK locked my ankle into place. It was finished, now. The girl I was, the woman who could have said ‘no’, was gone.
“Let’s get you started with these.” Lydia was holding clover clamps, twisted things of Master Victor’s design. I had felt them on my skin before, only a few moments at a time. The spring within them was intense.
At the sight of them, the tears that had lingered were now full on. “Please.“ I don’t even know what I was begging for; I had given up the right to say ‘no’. I only knew how badly those wicked clamps hurt. My nipples would be sore for days.
Lydia smiled at me. “I’ll take them off of you after I come, slut. Be a good little puppy, and you shouldn’t have to wear them long.”
I tried not to cry out as she fastened the things onto my pink nipples. I failed.
I hissed my breath in as the first one bit into my skin.
“OW. Owowow..”, I bit my lip as the second one clamped down Despite the agony, I felt my pussy getting wet.
I wish I hadn’t seen Lydia smirk, or heard Autumn chuckle. It made it worse. This wasn’t Master Victor’s loving hand. They really were going to use me, just to get off on my pain and tears.
Lydia lay down on the stage in front of me, pushing herself towards my face. For a moment, I marveled at all the rings Master Victor had put in her labia.
Then, her scent washed over me, like a tide of honeysuckle and sweet attar.
Lydia was, of course, still wet. I tentatively licked, whimpering from the pain on my poor nipples. She was delicious, thick and sticky. I felt her fingers in my hair.
“There we are.” She crooned. “This is what you are for, little puppy. This is why God gave you a mouth.” Slowly, rhythmically, she began to fuck my face, and the pain in my nipples faded as endorphins began to course through me.
Then, there was Autumn.
“Master Victor spanked you well last night, little pet. I can still see his marks on your skin.” She caressed my back, trailing fingers delicately across my skin. I tried to arch my ass, tried to show her how wet I was, but the shackles were holding me as “arched” as I could possibly be. Still, she understood what I wanted. I felt one manicured fingertip trace itself though the heavy wetness of my cunt.
“No .Not yet puppy. I have another idea.”
There was a gentle pinch, right in the middle of my back. It wasn’t anything fierce, just a low throb where she gathered a bit of skin and pinched it. She held it in place with a clamp of some kind, but I couldn’t see what it was. A clothes pin? A paper binder?
“No, little whore. You ignore her.” Lydia ground my face into her sweetness, pressing my tongue deep into her. I felt Autumn pinch a second bit of skin, about an inch away from the first.
“Is my puppy taking care of you, Lydia?” I could hear Autumn’s smile.
“She …she has a lot to learn…” Lydia clenched her fingers tightly, pulling my hair. “Yes. Right there, you pretty little cunt. Eat my pussy. Lick my clit like a good little whore.”
“Do you like being treated this way, Natasha?” Autumn’s voice was casual as she pinched three more spots on my back. She was closer to my ass now, making a curving line.”
“MMmm” I made no attempt to stop eating Lydia’s pink sweetness. She was smearing her come on my face, and I loved it. I loved the way she raised her hips and fucked my mouth. I loved that she was using me for her pleasure. It was almost enough to make me forget the clenching pain in my nipples, or the fact that my wetness was dripping down my thighs.
“That’s a good girl.” She added another two, now right on my ass. THAT was starting to hurt; my poor cheeks were still tender.
“Master Victor offers a unique kind of freedom, Natasha. We just need to make certain you deserve it.” Her finger traced itself through my wetness, and I sighed into Lydia’cunt.
Then, one of the clamps was on my pussy lips. I tensed, and tried to cry out. That HURT. Lydia seemed ready, however, and buried my face in her pussy, where I whimpered and cried. Without remorse, Autumn placed a second one on my pussy.
“Such a good girl. I’m so close.” Her husky voice was like music. “Fuc… FUCK. You dirty little whore. Eat me.” Her hips were frantic.
“Seems like you might be doing a good job, puppy.” Autumn placed more of the clamps, now again on my upper back. My poor nipples were screaming, and the two clamps she had on my labia were torture, but I hungrily ate Lydia. Making her come is what would make this all stop.
I hoped.
“I’m getting close, little puppy.” Her breath came faster. “Your mouth is covered in my juice. Oh God damn. You’re drinking my cunt. I’m going to use your pretty mouth and…”
Her hips jerked then, once, hard. She gasped, and then pulled my face up, briefly. Her eyes were in a haze. She sat up, and drew an arm back. Lydia full slapped me in the face.
Autumn laughed.
“Watch your teeth, cunt.” Lydia’s voice was a hiss.
Before we were even down the drive, she had me lying on the seat with my head in her lap. Her scent was overpowering. I don’t know what it is about the smell of a woman, but I can’t get enough of it. It’s not just Autumn, of course. I felt myself slowly soaking my thighs. I looked up at her, and she stroked my hair, tenderly. When she spoke, she was whispering.
“I’m going to hurt you, little puppy.” My nipples grew hard at the way she was looking at me. He words were terrifying, but….
“I’m going to spend my evening hurting you, using you,” She slid her hand down my back, and then up the short skirt. She hadn’t left me any panties, so all that she found was the catsuit she had set out for me. She let her fingers trail over the curves of my ass, gently scraping with her nails.
I whimpered, like the good puppy I was.
That made her smile. “Look, Lydia, she already knows her place!” Autumn pushed one of her fingers into my ass, and I gasped. “Don’t you little puppy? You know what you’re here for, right?”
Puppies can’t talk.
I needed to show that I understood the rules. I knew that much. Autumn pushed her finger in deeper, and I whimpered again.
“I’m glad that you know that you shouldn’t speak, little puppy.” Autumn was tracing her hand along my pussy lips. “But later, you will. Later, you’ll need to.” She sighed contentedly. “If you can’t speak, then you can beg me later, can’t you?” Autumn’s eyes were wicked. She glanced at Lydia. “Do you have anything the puppy can do, to be a good little bitch? She needs to earn the right to use her words.”
“I do.” Lydia was sitting across from us. She pushed her auburn hair away from her face, and looked at me with hungry eyes. She pulled her skirt up and smiled.
I couldn’t help but gape.
Master Victor had pierced Lydia’s pussy, with rings all along either side. Tonight, the rings were tied closed with a bright red ribbon that crossed back and forth across her lips.
“Untie it with your mouth, little bitch. Do a good job and we will let you talk later.”
I whimpered, moving my face closer to Lydia’s glistening pussy, I nuzzled her, becoming overwhelmed with her smell. I kissed her pussy, sliding my tongue across it until I found the end of the ribbon.
I pulled on it, and the ribbon untied. I pulled it away with my mouth.
“We are going to use your mouth to make Lydia come, puppy. Lick her pussy for us. “ I felt Autumn behind me. With no warning, she slid something thick into my ass. I whined, every bit the sad little puppy.
“She doesn’t like it.” Autumn slapped my ass as I lurched away from the plug.
I whimpered at the pain
Then, fingers dug into my hair. I began to eat Lydia’s pussy.
She was delicious. Her cream was dripping out over her lips, and she ran her fingers through my dark locks.
“Good puppy.” Her voice was low, primal. She ground my face into her wetness.
Lick her faster, little bitch.” Laughter laced Autumn’s voice. She had her hands on my ass, and as I buried my tongue in Lydia’s musk, Autumn began to spank me, first one cheek, then the other.
“God damn. God damn you little fucking whore.” Lydia’s breathing was ragged, and she was pulling my hair so hard that I was afraid she would pull it out.”Lick my cunt, you fucking piece of shit.” Her hips were writhing, smearing her sweet juice all across my mouth and cheeks.
Then, Autumn began spanking me in earnest. She pulled out the butt plug so it wouldn’t be in her way. She just used the flat of her hand, but she slowly began circling around my pussy. I whimpered and cried as she got closer and closer, and I heard her chuckle darkly.
“My puppy hates this. Master Victor told me.” She spanked harder, square on my puckered asshole, and I yelped into Lydia’s wetness.
“Don’t… don’t pay attention to her, you little whore.” Her fingers dug harder, and tears flowed down my cheeks. “Eat my fucking cunt. Lick me like the good little puppy you are.”
I worked Lydia’s cunt as hard as I could, hoping, between whimpers that I could make her come before Autumn spanked my pussy. I licked faster and faster, whimpering as Autumn struck closer and closer to my cunt. Finally, she settled on my pussy lips and started spanking my cunt. I squealed and whimpered. Soon, my whimpers turned into whines, and I started crying into Lydia’s cunt. Autumn laughed again, and started rhythmically spanking the same spot, over and over and over and over…
“Stop! Stopstopstop!” I wrenched myself away from her, my ass moving of its own accord. I immediately regretted it. I had no safe word, no means of telling Autumn ‘no”.
“Pretty puppy can talk after all.” Autumn laughed, and rubbed her hand on my red cheeks. “I’m glad. You won’t be as much fun if you can’t beg.” She nodded towards Lydia. “You have work to do, pretty puppy. We’ll be at the club in about two minutes, and Lydia hasn’t come yet.”
Lydia reached for my hair again, and I set to work. Autumn kept talking, her voice a low croon.
“Eat her cunt, little bitch, make her come.” She leaned over me, and kissed Lydia, who moaned against her mouth.
When she broke the kiss, Autumn was still inches from Lydia’s face. “Is my puppy doing a good job?”
“Yes Autumn. She is licking my cunt. Oh Autumn.” Lydia was panting.
“Yeah?” Autumn’s voice caught, just a bit. I knew that if I looked, she would be rubbing her clit. I didn’t dare take a peek, however. I concentrated on Lydia’s salty, gushing pussy. She ran like warm honey over my face, and I enthusiastically licked the wetness from her lips.
I couldn’t afford to have Lydia not come for me. It wasn’t said, but I got the idea. This wasn’t the time to hold any part of my service back.
I hungrily tongued her hole, scooping at her wetness until it ran down my chin.
I danced around her hard little clit, like I was whispering tiny prayers to God.
I rimmed her asshole, while stroking her clit with my fingers and humming.
She shuddered, moaned, and bucked against my face. I could see her asshole starting to rhythmically clench as she ground herself into my face.
“She’s almost done, little puppy.”
“
“Take Four.”
I obliged. Position Four had my left forearm under my forehead, and my right hand on my clit. I knew better than to start moving my fingers, however.
He stood straight, and placed one expensive shoe on my neck, pushing my face into the carpet. “Rub your clit while I talk to you, whore. If you come without permission, you will be sorry. You will suffer until the sun comes up.”
“Yes sir.” I was dripping, honey-heavy. I began rubbing myself like his good little whore. I wanted to put one of my fingers inside, but I knew better. The last time I had finger-fucked myself without permission, Victor had made Autumn sit on my face while he caned my tits. It had hurt so badly I wasn’t able to focus on Autumn’s cunt, and he told me that I couldn’t get up until she came.
Autumn was a real bitch. She had fought not to come. She looked at my face, smashed between her pussy lips, and laughed. Finally, Victor had made me tongue her asshole while he held a vibrator on her clit. She had screamed while she came, screamed into Victor’s mouth while he kissed her. Autumn was a squirter. She had covered my face with her water, and Victor had told me I couldn’t wash up until morning. He had let the others see me while my face glistened with Autumn’s come and smelled like her asshole.
Victor wanted us to remember our lessons.
“I’m too close to coming, sir.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “You are a good girl for telling me. Because you are a good girl. You may cover your pussy while I spank you.”
I wanted to cry with relief. “Thank you sir.” I pushed my hand up over my exposed pussy. From the first blow, I could tell that he wasn’t angry, or punishing me with the tawse. It was almost lazy the way he struck me, hard enough to sting, but not a fierce beating. I knew he was just giving me something to focus on besides my clit for a time.
Still, it was enough to make me cry again.
He didn’t want me coming. Not yet. After five strokes on each side, he stopped again. He walked to my side. I could see his eyes looking down on me. I loved his face so much.
He still had his suit on.
“Touch your clit some more, cunt.” He smiled at me. “Tell me again what we are doing.”
My eyes started to drift shut as I made dizzying circles around my clit.
“Eyes open. Look at me while you say it.” His voice was steel.
“I am spoiled and proud, Master Victor. I use my looks to try and get what I want.”
“You do.” His voice was so certain, so calm. “Do you know what we are going to do about it?”
Dozens of scenes played through my head. The worst one was when I had watched him tie Amber to a sawhorse. She had called him a son-of-a-bitch while he was caning her, and Master Victor was not one to be cursed at. He had invited over several of his friends, and given them all leave to fuck Amber however they wished, for as long as they wished. She had left a wet spot on the floor, as big around as a dinner plate. Today she said that she loved it, but I remembered her screaming. Master Victor made me serve his guests whiskey and Viagra, so I knew she was well used.
“No, Master Victor.” It was hard to focus on my words. My cunt was so slippery, and it was getting hard to breathe. I needed his cock. I needed his hand in my hair with his thick cock buried inside me. I needed his little gasp of pleasure, that tiny moment where I knew he was pleased, and he left me dripping with his come.
Keiri’s body has been prepared. Now, she is half out of her mind with animal lust, wearing only her collar and a white strip of cloth. Sire Mattias is leading her, on a leash, to hunt Brianna.
The succubus she inadvertently created.
Ritualistically, Keiri was taken for hours, fucked by The Sires and Headmaiden Lithia. Her passion, her lust and pleasure has been bound into magical symbols on her body, crafting her to be a weapon, to hunt the succubus.
Little does she know, she is about to become the hunted.
This sizzling book includes:
~Public Masturbation
~Three way sex with a Succubus and her Sire
~Spanking with a tawse
~Orgasm denial
~Lesbian begging
~Pretty red stripes on Brianna’s ass
AND MORE!
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FROM THE BOOK:
Then, she was kissing me.
I moaned into Brianna’s mouth. Her kiss was delicious, was everything I had ever wanted. As her tongue explored me, I whimpered. She traced her fingers up my body, and I wrapped my hands around her, pulling her to me.
Goddess above. She tasted like midnight, like summer rain. Her fingers found their way underneath the cloth that covered my breasts, and she pinched one of my nipples.
My pussy gushed for her.
Deep in the back of my mind, someone was screaming. I didn’t know who it was, or care. All I could feel was the lust, bound by will and magic into the sigils on my body. I yearned, ached for her.
Her finger traced it’s was down from my nipple. Still kissing me, she pushed her hand under the cloth that covered me. She gently delved into me, pushing a finger into my molten wetness.
“Oh. Oh Goddess…”
I was a bitch in heat. I looked into her big blue eyes.
She was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“You came looking for me.” Her fingers twirled around my pearl. “Did you miss me, Handmaiden?”
No. We needed to stop you, Brianna. You are becoming a monster.
“Yes.” My words where little more than a quiet whine. I was panting at her touch.
“That’s sweet.” She nibbled on my neck. “You never should have left me, you know. It’s been so confusing.” Sliding a finger deeper into my pussy, she let her lips drift down my body, tonguing at my nipple.
Deep in the inner recesses of my mind, there was something pulling at my attention, like a fish hook. I had no time, however. This was what I wanted, what my body needed. I had been dripping for hours, and no one would take care of me. Now, in her arms…
Everything seemed perfect.
She kissed me again, and it was like drinking the sun. I moaned into her mouth, whispering secrets I had forgotten. Her fingers began to work my pussy, and my hips arched against her. I could hear how wet I was, the slick sounds of her fingers as she thrust herself into me again and again. My scent filled the air.
I was mewling. I was moaning her name.
Was something wrong?
“Fuck yes.” The words were more breathed than spoken.
“Would you like to taste me, Handmaiden? Would you like to drink from my pussy?”
“Yes.” The words tumbled from my mouth. “Please. Please let me eat your cunt.”
She smiled at me. It was a cat’s grin. There was something behind her eyes, something more than simple lust.
Then, Brianna was straddling my face.
She was shorn clean, and had a silver ring in one of her pussy lips. As she lowered herself to my face, I looked up into her eyes. She was grinning wickedly at me.
“Eat my cunt, Handmaiden. Worship my pretty pussy.”
Lust stormed through my body. It seemed as if there was nothing else to do; nothing else I would ever want to do.
I stuck out my pink tongue, keeping my big green eyes on her. Tentatively, I tasted her. Then, moaning hungrily, I began to lap at her like the good little bitch I was.
Wrong. I couldn’t completely ignore the feeling in the back of my mind. It was as if some part of me was panicking, but I couldn’t understand why. All that mattered was the tangy taste of her pussy. I ran my tongue along her slit, scooping her nectar into my mouth. She moaned.
“That’s a good girl. Oh, Fuck, Handmaiden. You are a very good girl.”
I whimpered hungrily, tonguing her faster. Her hips rocked back and forth on my face, and her sweetness smeared on my cheeks and lips.
Something’s wrong.
