XXX-Cheerleader's Club Ch. 06

Note to reader: Although this is a stand alone story, it might be best to read the previous five chapters first to understand the background. It contains themes of non consent/reluctance as Paige Larson, in turned from straight milf single mom into a lesbian play thing for a teenaged young lady with a gorgeous body and a dominant mind set. There is some light BDSM and manipulation.

If this offends you in any way, please find another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy. You're ratings and constructive comments at the end are always welcomed.

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Monday evening, I lay in bed talking to the gorgeous young lady, who had changed everything for me. I was thirty-five years old and she was nineteen, legal, and very mature for her age. Mature enough to know how pretty she was, and how to use her looks and personality to charm and manipulate others.

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My name is Paige Larson, a divorced, single mom, who had started a new role with my company in a new city. Marie Carter was a senior at my daughter's new school, who befriended my freshman daughter and me during orientation. There was a spark of attraction, from our first look that I used to my advantage and flirted with her for special attention for my daughter, Stephanie.

However, she quickly turned the tables, and it was I who was being used for her 'advantage'. After my first moment of weakness in the pantry of my kitchen, with my daughter upstairs, I came to my senses at least temporarily. During that moment, she brought me one of the best orgasms of my life with just one of her precious little fingers. But when I learned she wanted me to be her 'kitten', I refused.

Her kitten was required to obey and serve at her pleasure without question. I tried my best to let it go, but the attention she had given me stirred emotions I had never felt and when she pulled away, it left an empty place that haunted me daily. After weeks of silence, she sensed my weakness and struck again.

Little did I know she had also pulled in my best friend Rachel, who happily took on the role of 'kitten', after I had refused her. It didn't matter that Rachel was married, with a daughter of her own; she was ultimately as vulnerable as I was to the gorgeous, young siren. Unlike the mythological creatures, this siren did not use her voice as much as her beauty, apparent innocence, and kindness to lure her targets. Whatever the tools-- it worked. Our secret nighttime phone calls sent tingling waves through my body, washing away any remaining will and reason.

As a final insult to it all, my punishment for the insolence I had demonstrated, by rejecting her initially, was that she relegated me to the role of 'bitch dog', not only serving her will, but also to her kitten's will, that was my best friend. Unfortunately, my best friend was much too eager to use her power over me at every turn. And Marie not only allowed it, but encouraged it.

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As I talked to Marie, I was naked, under the covers, as she had commanded. I was allowed only to edge without reaching climax, while she was free to come at will.

"Miss Larson, I have got to tell you how proud I am of you. It was so hot to hear you pleasuring my kitten today. I must be honest, the day we met, I pictured you being the top with your bestie. In hindsight, I'm not sure why, other than I met you first and felt our spark. But after today, it's clear things happened as they should have, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Miss Carter," I responded, as she had trained me. But deep down, I knew it to be true. It had been a few years since my divorce. Years dedicated to my career and my daughter. I had no idea how much frustration had built up, until that night in my kitchen pantry. Her touch woke up every cell in my body and the wave of pleasure that took me was nothing short of earth shaking.

When she proceeded to tell me, she wanted me to be her kitten, it was terrifying. The thought of giving myself over to her was overwhelming. My body begged me to say yes, but my mind would not let me.

In hindsight, it really began the instant our eyes met that morning at orientation. She was head cheerleader, in her cheer outfit. Even with her back turned, she was gorgeous and brought back memories of my high school days, and my own time as head cheerleader. At first, she came across as arrogant and a little rude. She talked to me with her back to me, with a somewhat-disinterested tone, stoking anger within me. The anger was spurred by the stress of not having Stephanie registered in a timely manner. I needed help, and she did not inspire confidence that I would be getting any from her.

But when she turned around and our eyes met, her eyes widened and her face beamed with an instant attraction. I know I'm attractive, and I have received hundreds of looks before, but there is only one that had hit me anywhere close to that-- my ex-husband. Her face lit up with joy and ravenous hunger, all at once-- and only for a second-- but I felt it between my legs, in a tingling heat.

Though I had appreciated the beauty of women, and even felt a tingle in my lady parts on occasion, I had never wanted a woman the way I wanted her in those few seconds, before I recovered my thoughts. It turned out she had not only bent some rules to help, but as a senior, befriended and mentored my underclassman daughter, becoming a great help and friend to her.

I tried not to let my mind go to darker places, to believe her kindness to my daughter was all a façade built as part of a master plan that had formed in her mind that moment our eyes first met, but if that was true, she was a master of deception.

Even so, as I listened to her voice through my earbuds, and pictured her naked, young body, my mind had come to terms with my body's need to submit to her completely. From that tickle of warmth that first day, the thought of her had become like a raging fire, consuming me every time. Her voice, her scent, her shape, electrified me and despite the subjugation, degradation, and denial of pleasure that came with it, my body ached for more, every day.

Even with my surrender, she had continued to deny me the pleasure of tasting her sweet pussy directly. That was the nearly unbearable part of my punishment for resisting her. Since Rachel had accepted the role of kitten immediately, Marie made her the gatekeeper to the tender prize that haunted me. The kitten was top priority, and she had to agree to share Marie's pink treasure.

Thus far, my best friend had been quite stingy with our mistress's honeypot. However, she had been very generous with access to her own succulent pussy and for that, I shall forever be grateful. Therefore, I was inclined to agree with Marie that things had happened as they should have. Without her, Rachel and I would never have discovered each other in the carnal sense. Being subjugated to the whims and control of my best friend, only added to the excitement, leaving me constantly longing for them both.

"I can't stop thinking about what a naughty little slut you were at the dinner table tonight, Miss Larson."

"Oh God, Miss Carter, I want you so much, all the time," I confessed, as my fingers moved slowly through my warm wetness. "I'm so wet for you right now."

"Miss Larson, how many times have you come today?"

I really had no idea, I had been in a constant state of arousal for so long. I tried to think. I had come in the morning with Rachel in the car (with the two guys watching!), in Rachel's office at lunchtime, and at the dining table on Marie's foot! (without Stephanie knowing!)

"Three times, Miss Carter," I answered, gasping as I rubbed myself off.

"And you want more?"

"Yes, please, Miss Carter!"

"You are so bad Miss Larson, you know how much I like it when you beg and call me Miss Carter. My pussy tingles every time you call me that. I'm rubbing my sloppy, wet cunt thinking about you Miss Larson."

"Please, Miss Carter, let me come with you. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm so sorry I resisted. I was wrong. Please! I want you so much."

"Fuck, Miss Larson, I'm coming already. You're so fucking hot!"

She had me to the edge so quickly, but as I listened to the sexy, tight-bodied goddess surrender to a shuddering climax thinking about me, I yanked my fingers back leaving my pussy an aching throbbing mess. She had not given me permission, and the consequences would be to, somehow, further delay any hope of getting my turn to taste her as she came in my mouth. And that thought had consumed me since our first encounter.

That first time, she made me come so hard and so easily-- with just a finger. Then, with her body pressed against mine, she slipped that finger into my mouth and the taste of my own cum hit my taste buds. I knew I had to know what she tasted like.

Lying in my bed, listening to muffled moans of pleasure and imagining her body convulsing in front of me, it took all my will to stop. I wanted nothing more than to rub myself out, screaming my bliss as I came with her.

I thought she would never know if I just turned onto my stomach and shoved my face in my pillow and relieved my frustration. I wanted to beg her to let me come over to her place, and sneak her out of her house and make crazy love to her all night. I wanted my face buried in her, tasting her essence. But I lay there listening to her come, while she was thinking of me. My pussy was aching for her, my body tingling, panting like the bitch dog, she had relegated me to be.

"Of fuck, I'm coming so hard thinking of you, Miss-ah-Larson!"

I listened to her gasping moans as she came. It was apparent she was doing all she could to keep her volume down, so she did not rouse her mother. Not allowing myself to think about the young lady's mother, I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting my own juice imagining it was hers.

I whimpered and thanked her, marveling at how totally unencumbered she was. The dichotomy of the seemingly heartless domme she could be, compared to the vulnerable, squealing temptress begging for my attention, was almost incomprehensible.

Part of me knew she did that just to flaunt that she could come at will, to remind me who was in command. But knowing that I was the object of her fantasy, meant more to me than my own satisfaction.

Her breathing began to settle, and she sighed before speaking to me in her seductively soft voice.

"Miss Larson, you excite me so much. From that first moment our eyes met at the morning of orientation, I think you knew it and planned all of this. Is this all part of a plan to seduce me, Miss Larson?"

I sensed the dripping sarcasm from her accusation, but at that moment on the phone, seducing her was my plan. I wanted to strengthen our bond and usurp my best friend's position as her kitten. I needed to be the center of attention. I needed to be her primary source of pleasure. After all, I saw her first. She wanted me first. Rachel had stepped in and taken her from me and, as her gatekeeper, she had locked me out-- I was willing to do anything to break through.

"Oh, Miss Carter, I never planned this. I've never felt anything like this until I met you. The look on your face when our eyes met, planted a seed in me. That seed turned into a burning ember that burns hotter every time I see you. I was terrified, at first, but I want you so much..."

I had been whimpering in desperation; the intensity of my emotions overwhelmed me, and I lost my words.

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Miss Larson," she said, in a breathy, seductive voice. She had an aura of confidence that reminded me she was the true gatekeeper, and I thought I just might hold the key.

"Please don't make me touch myself when I tell you, Miss Carter, I don't think I can control it," I pleaded, pathetically.

It was true. I wanted to tell her all my thoughts and fantasies, but it would not be possible if my fingers touched my throbbing pussy.

"You don't want to come, Miss Larson?"

"I want to come so bad! You make me want to touch myself all the time."

"I like that you admit it now, Miss Larson, I do want to reward you for your honesty, but you know your status. If my kitten found out I gave you special privileges... I don't know."

"Thank you, Miss Carter," I said, trying to plant the seed of compliance, but I saw an opportunity for a secret connection between us. "I want to come with you so much, but I don't deserve to come after my defiance. I know my place now. Thank you."

"Fuck, Miss Larson, you make me so fucking wet. Maybe we don't have to share everything with Kitten."

I smiled, sensing success, but remained silent, hoping she would reach the conclusion I hoped for on her own.

"Would you call me back on FaceTime with your tail in, and show me your sweet pink bitch cunt while you touch yourself, Miss Larson?"

"Yes, thank you, Miss Carter," I answered without thinking, and quickly realized the ramifications.

"Hurry, tail and ear buds in, pussy and ass on camera. I want to watch you come with me."

She hung up, and I lay there stunned-- the potential ramification hitting home. If she recorded it, I would be at her mercy. It's the quintessential story of the smitten teenager who sends pics to her boyfriend in the moment, only to be haunted later when he shared them with the world.

But the pulsing tingle between my legs, and the thought of strengthening my bond with her, behind Rachel's back, was too much to pass up. I quickly ran to my bathroom to get some baby oil and my tail, foolishly pushing reason and common sense aside. All that mattered was pleasing her, exciting her, and connecting directly to her.

I put in the ear buds, she had used to secretly taunt me in front of everyone and was quickly on hands and knees, naked on my bed, squeezing oil into my ass crack. I spread it from asshole to clit and wiggled the plug of the tail into my ass. I groaned, "Oh fuck," as the oil felt so good and my fingers melted into the slippery warmth of my throbbing folds.

I knew I wouldn't last long, if I truly unleashed my thoughts for her, but I needed it more than I could have even comprehended. I had bottled it up and tried to hold it all in, but I needed to throw down my defenses and put it all out there for her to hear.

I had to stop, as just spreading the oil made me want to come. I placed a pillow on the edge of the bed, with the phone in selfie mode and framed my face trying to position my head, where my oiled pussy would be. I looked at myself as I wiggled the butt plug tail into my ass for her. My eyes closed briefly, as I told myself out loud, "I love how this feels in my ass," my eyes opening as I spoke to myself. The shame I should have felt was gone. All that mattered was obedience and the rewards that would follow.

Before I could let myself think, I pushed the button to connect our video call and spun my body to expose myself to the camera. The ringing stopped and there was a sudden gasp, as she realized I had fully committed myself.

"Miss Larson, this hardly seems appropriate, after admonishing me for asking for a kiss, really? I'm only kidding, my pet. I am so proud and so fucking turned on right now..."

My fingers reached back between my legs, and I began to touch myself slowly.

"Is the camera angle correct, Miss Carter?" I asked, as seductively as I could muster, given my position and the butterflies churning inside of me.

"Most excellent, Miss Larson, maybe just a smidge closer. Oh yeah, that's better."

I spread my knees apart, and pushed my ass toward my feet, bringing my pussy closer to the camera. I could sense the excitement in her voice, and it electrified my whole body.

"You turn me on so much, Miss Larson. You are such an obedient little bitch. I couldn't possibly deny you..."

"Oh God, thank you, Miss Carter. I'm so wet for you right now. I can't believe you came, thinking about me. I've wanted you from the moment I first saw the hunger in your eyes. I never felt anything like that for a woman before..."

"I can see your pussy glistening, I wish my tongue was your fingers right now..."

"Ho! Miss Carter," I gasped, as the image of her beautiful face burned between my thighs, licking my cunt from behind, seemed too much to even imagine.

My finger moved more urgently, and I groaned in desperation.

"Would you like that, Miss Larson?"

"Oh God, yes!" I whined. "But I don't deserve it. I want to please you, Miss Carter. I want to breathe you and touch every inch of you with my fingers and my lips. You're so young, firm, and beautiful.

"I watched you on Stephanie's bed, in those yoga shorts and wanted to touch myself. I never felt so turned on by a woman before. When you caught me, and smiled, I was relieved, and terrified at the same time. You knew and you wanted me... huh... uh!" I groaned, as my passions built.

"I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, Miss Larson."

"I'll do anything to please you, Miss Carter."

"I love when you call me that. Obedience excites me."

"I want to taste your excitement, Miss Carter."

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come again, Miss Larson. You make me into such a slut! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ah! Uh! Fu-u-u-u-uck!

I began to cry out with her. "Oh God! Please can I come? Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!"

She was lost in her own climax, so I stopped rubbing my cunt just before losing control, afraid of her wrath. My pussy pulsed, as my hips rolled in time with intense throbs. I gasped, trying to pull myself back.

As her second climax of our call subsided, she turned her attention back to me.

"Miss Larson, your lips are so big and juicy. Would you please touch them for me and continue. I love your honesty, finally."

Something in her emphasis of the word, finally, made it clear that she would not let me forget my initial resistance, and I feared it would be my most frustrating night yet. But I continued to let my desires out. If nothing else, it felt somehow cleansing to speak the words out loud.

"When you followed me into the pantry and kissed me, I knew it was so wrong, but was powerless to resist. One finger made my whole body tremble. Every inch of me wanted you to take me. If you had not held me, I would have collapsed from the pleasure of that one wonderful finger. Oh, Marie, huh!"

I stopped and held my fingers momentarily still, letting the pleasure ebb.

"I came so hard and so easily, it scared me and I had to pull back, or lose myself completely."

I could hear her breathing, but she said nothing. The dam had burst and I was letting it all flow out of me.

"When you called me that night, your words stirred things in me so powerfully, it took all my will to deny you. I never told you, but when you told me what you wanted me to do, I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together until I came with you. I held my hand over my mouth so you wouldn't hear me. Then when I hung up, alone in the privacy of my bedroom, I did everything you wanted. I wanted to taste you so badly. I masturbated begging to be your kitten. I made myself come, thanking you for letting me taste your pussy, even though you still haven't.

"I thought about you all day the day after, and when I came home to find you here, I could barely breathe. When the towel dropped, I was speechless. Your body was so beautiful. I never wanted anyone so much. Your tight, young ass made me tremble. I had never seen such high, tight, perfectly shaped buns.

"I instantly realized the gap between them was a perfect match to my face. I wanted so much to kneel behind you, grip them in my hands and press my nose into your pretty pink sphincter, as my tongue tasted your hot, wet pussy..."

"Miss Larson, you pig-headed little bitch. Why didn't you?"

"It was so wrong. I'm almost old enough to be your mother, and if Stephanie found out..."

"Do you share your nasty thoughts with your daughter, Miss Larson? Did you tell her about sex with her father?"

"Of course not!" I barked, as she, once again, shocked me out of my lusty fog.

"We're all adults here, Miss Larson. Stephanie doesn't need to know anything."

I heard a buzz in the background and a groan.

"You painted a picture I'll never get out of my mind, Miss Larson. I can feel your hands gripping my ass as your warm nose presses against my asshole and your tongue laps my cunt. You really are made for the role of bitch dog, just like you greeted your bestie at my house."

Once again, she reminded me that I had shattered the boundaries with my best friend as well. And the vision of Rachel kneeling between Marie's spread legs, getting the taste I had still been denied, came rushing back. I wanted her as much as I wanted Marie, and the twisted part of me that Marie had awakened, wanted to be controlled by Rachel, too. Somehow, telling myself they were making me do it, made it acceptable. It wasn't me deciding-- it was them. Never mind the fact I came every time, harder than I ever remember coming before I met Marie.

"You turn me on so fucking much, Miss Larson. I snuck Mom's massager. Oh yes." She sighed deeply. "Please continue. It's not fair taunting me with your fingers in your pretty wet pussy. I'm gonna come all night."

And just like that, the roller coaster ride brought me from the valley of reality, back to the peak of bliss, at the thought of the gorgeous young lady, masturbating over me.

"When you sat there in my kitchen, naked, legs spread taunting me, all I wanted was to give in and slide off my chair and kneel between those silky thighs and taste you finally. I want to come so bad, Miss Carter," I pleaded as seductively as I could, hoping she would reward me for my compliance.

"Me first, Miss Larson, don't stop. Oh yes, rub that juicy, little bitch cunt and tell me everything."

"Watching and hearing your reaction as you made me get naked for you had me so wet. I was ashamed of myself. That Billie Eilish song you played while I stripped, described what I wanted so well. 'You were the headlights and I was the deer.' I wanted you so badly, I was afraid. When you handed me the control to your toy and I watched you come thinking of me... I felt so alive and so wanted..."

I stopped rubbing, on the verge of coming again. "Please, Miss Carter, I need to come."

"Not yet, Miss Larson, you must learn control. Continue and don't stop touching yourself again. You had me very excited again, and now, you've interrupted. I will tell you when you can come, please don't ask again."

I wish I could explain why I put up with it and let her control me, but there is some part of me that needs it.

"When I managed to walk away, I felt like I could control it, until I saw the tail you left for me in my bedroom. You were relentless, and I could not understand how someone so young and beautiful could want me so much. You planted the seed of tasting you off the toy and I held your wet panties... Oh please..." I stopped myself from begging again, remembering her command.

I gasped, and pushed back a climax.

"I tasted you, and smelled you, and lost myself in you. When you caught me masturbating, for that moment, I was relieved-- I didn't have to pretend anymore."

"If you'd only put in your kitten tail..." she reminded me.

"I was ready after you touched me there with your tongue. Oh God, I came so hard with your tongue in my ass! My pussy's so wet for you right now..." I imagined what would have happened if Mrs. Carter had kept Stephanie and Doug out just a little longer.

"Even my Kitten never received that reward. Miss Larson, you make me crazy. I wish my tongue were your fingers right now."

"Oh God, I can't take it, please, Miss Carter."

Marie replied, in blissful desperation, "Our little secret, Miss Larson, come with me. I wish I could taste that pussy when you come."

I buried my face in the pillow and screamed my pleasure into the sound-muffling fabric, imagining her beautiful face buried in my pussy, bringing me to new levels of desire and pleasure. My finger rolled frantically, as I released the pent-up frustration in a wave of body-trembling bliss. She wanted me! We shared the secret moment of bliss together, without Rachel between us.

Hearing her moaning and panting for me made me want to make it last as long as possible. The intense tingling pleasure radiated like electricity from my overcharged clit. My hips and thighs trembled as I rubbed and rubbed, screaming into my pillow.

Sharing a secret with her, added an intensity that was almost unimaginable. My lower body shuddered uncontrollably, as I listened to her coming with me.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming again. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck, com-ming, Miss Lar-son! Wanna -- taste -- your -- pussy!"

I lost all control as a flood of hot juices blasted from my pussy, flooding my finger, my bed, and as I would have soon discovered, even splashing onto my phone. My fingers refused to relent, pounding my clit for every last jolt of electric bliss, squirting uncontrollably for my young mistress.

My body jerked intensely, until I finally collapsed onto the bed, gasping and trembling. My legs felt like Jell-O, as I recovered from the most fulfilling orgasm I could recall.

I panted, "Thank you, Miss Carter, I just came so hard. Thank you so much!"

She panted with me. "Miss Larson, you are such a little slut. You just jizzed all over your cell phone. I'm so crazy about you."

I lay there, listening to her breathing, and like a schoolgirl, my heart fluttered to hear her say she was crazy about me.

"Oh God, I want you so much, Marie, I mean Miss Carter."

"You want more, Miss Larson?"

"Yes, I'll do anything for you!" I replied, without thinking. "I don't ever want to resist you again."

It was true. I had experienced so much pleasure, beyond anything I'd ever felt with my ex, or anyone for that matter. In hindsight, Marie Carter had taken control of me the moment our eyes met, it just took me a while to realize it.

"Good girl. If you want more, it's quite simple, continue to obey, Miss Larson. It feels a little twisted, using my mom's massager, but you make me crazy, Miss Larson. I hope it's fully charged... I may never get to sleep."

I panted, imagining spending the night with her on the phone, continuing to share my countless fantasies, and coming with her again and again.

"I want you so much, Miss Carter, thank you for letting me come with you."

Shocking myself, after coming for the fourth time that day, I wanted more, but remembered her command not to ask to come again. So, I thought of an acceptable request.

"I could listen to you come all night..."

"Miss Larson! You are a greedy little bitch, aren't you. You do have the tail to prove it, I guess. It's late and I do have school tomorrow. It looks like you've got some cleaning up to do. I can still see your cum all over your phone. Damn, that was hot. Now, I wanna sniff and lick your phone, Miss Larson.

"I'd better let you get to it. Don't forget this is our little secret, but you still answer to my kitten, too. You might want to give her some special attention after this, I really want to reward you, but you know the rules. I'm proud of you, Miss Larson, I think you finally understand the importance of obedience. It's funny that obedience is your strength, and now you know, it's also my weakness. Goodnight, Miss Larson, I will be thinking of you. You may not cum until we get together Thursday evening. Until then, you will serve my kitten as she pleases. Goodnight, my horny little bitch."

I lay there on the bed, my mind reeling. She had managed to take me to new highs and new lows in a single moment. It had been such an incredible high, letting my thoughts out with her, hearing her pleasure as we came together. It felt like one of the most intimate moments of my life, and we seemed poised to continue all night. Then suddenly, she brought up her sweet mother and reminded me that she was still a high school girl.

Butterflies turned to concrete in my stomach, bliss into shame, as I felt the sopping-wet comforter against my thighs. It suddenly hit me that if Stephanie were to come in, the smell of my shame permeated my room. I changed my comforter, put the old one in the washing machine and checked on Stephanie. She was sleeping peacefully.

When I returned to my bed, I had received a text message from Rachel.

Rachel: Today was fun. ????????????I like carpooling. Same time tomorrow. Maybe we'll see your friends again, I wanted to add a boner emoji but I could not find a single one. ????

I stared at the phone, recalling my day, and my shame returned. Unfortunately, the image of the two young studs' faces as I came begging them to fuck me, filled my thoughts, the shame turned to heat, and the cycle continued. I replied as I had been trained and had grown to love.

Me: Thank you, Miss Rachel.

Rachel: You're welcome. I want you to edge yourself with the plug from your tail. Imagine it's my fingers as you beg them to fuck you, Paige. I want to taste your pussy on the plug in the morning.

I read the words and, part of me wished she would refer to me as Miss Larson, like Marie. Somehow, having my best friend call me by name as she commanded me, only served to add to the humiliation. But as the heat built between my legs, the obedient bitch that had awoken within me, longed for the hint of cruelty that my bestie's tone delivered.

Me: Thank You, Miss Rachel for letting me touch myself.

Rachel: You're a hungry little bitch, Paige. I'll be thinking about you until that tongue is between my legs in the morning... and for lunch. I'm gonna thank Miss Marie right now. Sweet dreams.

Just like that, my pussy throbbed again, and I did exactly as she commanded. I retrieved my recently cleaned bitch tail, and lay on top of my clean comforter. I pictured the two hard cocks in my hands, stroking them both as I began to rub the buttplug up and down my wet cunt lips, spreading my juices, before pressing the chrome plug into my pussy.

"Oh God, Rachel, please let me fuck them," I begged my best friend, reliving the orgasm she'd given me in the car. "I want them to fill my little bitch holes and fuck me so hard."

I gripped the tail, and slowly fucked myself, not allowing myself to come and speaking my fantasies aloud. It felt so good, to let it out and keep myself aroused, without pushing myself over the edge. She had no way of knowing I was complying, but I knew, and it felt so good to know I was pleasing her, and was going to get to taste her and pleasure her in the morning.

I kept myself on edge, imagining a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt, as Rachel watched. I wanted to please her and moved closer and closer to the verge of climax.

"Oh, Miss Rachel, I'll do anything to please you!" I squeaked, as the phone dinged again.

I yanked the plug from my pussy, coated in cunt juice and realized just how close I was, as I felt my pussy convulse.

It was a text from Marie.

Marie: I've cum twice watching this and wanted to share. Of course, you may not cum. Thank U Miss Larson for fulfilling my fantasies. So many more... but I must get some sleep. A girl needs her beauty rest. Nite, Miss Larson.

There was an attachment. Of course, I had to see it, and opened it immediately. She had recorded our FaceTime. My shame returned, as my heart raced and pussy tingled at the sight of my own haunches on display. I stared at my own ass clinging to the plug tail, as my fingers rubbed my bitch-dog cunt for her.

I watched it at least ten times, rubbing myself off, begging to cum, and stopping short each time, while the porn-video version of me shuddered to a satisfying climax. I had a twisted sense of pride as I lay there, with a wet, swollen mess between my legs, aching for my best friend and the forbidden young woman who controlled me. Adrenalin kept me from much sleep, as I lay there, replaying it all, and giving my clit a much-needed break.

The next morning, I dressed after applying baby oil inside and out of my delicate parts. I purposely wore a lightweight, loose-fitting skirt, giving my paramours easy access and allowing my abused pussy exposure to the cool air.

I was in such a fog, I could barely carry on a conversation with Stephanie. It was starting to feel routine to prepare breakfast for everyone.

Stephanie seemed upbeat that morning and when Marie arrived; I found out why. She was going to officially receive her first spirit-squad outfit as its newest member. That, and Marie brought her brother Doug, sending Stephanie into a euphoric state, lost in the cloud of young love. I made extra for Rachel, who would arrive later.

As they finished, Marie gave the keys to Doug and sent him and Stephanie out to the car, while she stayed behind. They eagerly leapt at the chance to be alone. And there I was, face to face with the nineteen-year-old cheerleader, who had somehow convinced me to shove a dog tail in my ass, and masturbate on camera begging to be her bitch.

It was beyond surreal, but as I gazed at her beautiful blue eyes, with her silken blond hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, showing her bright beautiful smile, I was entranced. Her face was almost perfectly oval; her skin glowed in the overhead kitchen light. She sat at the opposite end of the table, smiling, and looking at me in wonder.

Her smile pulled her cheeks up and in, ever so slightly toward her subtle nose. Her septum hung slightly below the bottom edge of her nostrils. Even her nose was cute. I was struck by the symmetry of her face. I had heard somewhere that symmetrical faces were almost always deemed the most beautiful in blind studies. Hers was, perhaps, the most symmetrical face I'd seen. But then again, I didn't recall thinking about anyone else's symmetry before.

That smile did cause her beautiful blue eyes to squint slightly, beneath her golden blond eyebrows. She wore a semi-tight, royal blue, sleeveless dress. Her neck was long and slender, begging to be kissed. Even her shoulders seemed sexy beyond reason to me. I wanted to place my hands on them, and trace my fingers from her shoulder down her arms, while I kissed her exquisite little neck. Marie Carter had turned me into a trembling, submissive lesbian servant of pleasure, willing to do almost anything to please her.

"Miss Larson, you are shaking like a leaf..."

Her face lit up with a look of joyful wonder, knowing that she had me. She curled her finger in a come-hither motion, and I stood to comply, as she rotated her body to the left. I walked toward her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her breasts showed above the arched chest-line of the dress. As I approached, I imagined kneeling between her legs, reaching up and pulling the integrated top of the dress down and out, to expose her full, beautiful breasts, so I could kiss and tongue her nipples hard. She took my hand and pulled me in close, nuzzling her knees between mine, as I stood facing her, astride her thighs.

Next, her hands moved to my waist and down my thighs, until they cleared the hem of my skirt. Then they moved up to caress my exposed buns, causing the familiar wave of tingling excitement though my lower body that her touch inspired.

I trembled, and moaned, "Oh God, Marie." I sighed, looking desperately down at her.

Her grin grew and transformed into a puckered look of sympathetic pleasure, knowing how her touch excited me.

"Who's my hungry little bitch this morning, Miss Larson?" she whispered, tauntingly.

Her fingertips caressed so softly, my body shook like Jell-O from her touch. I stood there, pleading with my eyes, as her fingers curled in and her nails gently scraped over my ass, in a metaphor for the tinge of danger that was always there with her. And my body reacted as it always did-- wanting her more.

"I'm your bitch, oh, ho!" I gasped, as her hands moved to my hips, and her right tracked down and around between my legs.

Her finger split my soaked labia, and I watched her mouth open as if feeling my pleasure with me.

"Did you just call me Marie, Miss Larson?"

Her finger kept moving, playing me yet again, as beneath my bliss, the feeling of dread stirred for disappointing my mistress.

"I'm sorry, Miss Carter..."

"You can be such a slow learner, Miss Larson... But you feel so good."

Her fingers curled inside me, and she gazed into my eyes, mimicking my gaping mouth. I couldn't describe just how intensely the pleasure of her touch consumed me, but I stood there, trembling uncontrollably, feeling an orgasm building from just a steady slow pumping of her fingers in and out. In my mind, I knew she would deny me the climax, but I had to try.

I blurted out the desire that had consumed me since she first made me watch my best friend claim my prize. "Please, let me make you come in my mouth!"

"Miss Larson!" she exclaimed, feigning shock. "That hardly seems appropriate, with your daughter and her beau just out in the car. What if they came in while you were lapping at my innocent, young cunt?"

All the while, her fingers slid ruthlessly, in and out, while she looked into my eyes with arrogant confidence.

"Oh God," I panted. "Please, I can't take it. You're gonna make me come, Miss Carter."

"Thank you for referring to me by the proper title befitting my bitch-dog fuck-toy, Miss Larson."

A shuddering wave of bliss rushed through me, as her abuse somehow amplified my pleasure.

"Please, Miss Carter, you're gonna make me come. I can't..."

Her fingers whisked out from inside me, and delivered a stinging slap to my throbbing cunt, knocking the climax away.

Her smile returned at the stunned look on my face, before she slipped her fingers back in.

"How many times did you come yesterday, Miss Larson? And your hungry little bitch hole is begging my fingers for more. I just want to plant your ass on the table and munch your sloppy cunt for breakfast!"

"Please let me taste you, Miss Carter," I pleaded, trying to show my obedience and putting her needs first. "I want to please you so much."

"Now you're just teasing me, Miss Larson. You know you need my kitten's permission."

Her fingers retreated, and she stood up. She looked into my eyes, leaned in, and as I opened my mouth to receive her kiss, she licked my lips and pulled back as she brought her fingers coated with my cunt juice to my mouth.

I opened to receive them, as my cunt juice slowly dripped down my thigh. My eyes closed as I tasted my own pussy, imagining my tongue in her tender pink folds.

"You love the taste, don't you, Miss Larson," whispered Marie.

"Muh-huh," I nodded, sucking her fingers.

Inches from my face, her eyes widened and she gazed at me with a look of adoring fascination.

"You'll do anything for my pussy?"

I nodded desperately, sucking her fingers like a starving puppy on its mother's tit.

She gripped my shoulder with her left hand and spun me around, with the back of my legs to the chair.

"Hike up your skirt and set your hot naked ass on the chair, Miss Larson."

I did as commanded, holding my skirt chest high as I sat. I thought she might kneel and tongue my pussy, to taunt me to the edge again.

"Rub your pussy and beg for it, Miss Larson."

I needed no further prompting. I let my fingers melt into my steaming pussy and rubbed my clit gently, making sure not to overstimulate myself to orgasm.

"Please let me taste your pussy, Miss Carter. I'll do anything to please you."

My eyes drank in the shape of her body, as I happily begged for her. The lack of sleep and the lingering effect of repeatedly watching the video of me masturbating for her, had me in a fog that completely overshadowed thoughts or fears of Stephanie and Doug potentially coming back in.

Marie stepped closer, gripped my head in two hands and looked down at me. "You know what you must do, Miss Larson. You refused me, your bestie is my kitten--"

I interrupted, "Please, please, please, it can be our little secret..."

"You greedy little slut! I give in to you in a weaker moment, and you try to take advantage. I can't keep letting you weaken my resolve. You are just so fucking hot. I really am young and naïve..."

Her phone dinged, and she stepped back, looking at me, feigning disappointment, then at her phone.

"Oh good..." she looked back at me, "Rub and beg. Did I tell you to stop."

For added measure, she pulled her skirt up, showing her pink-lace panties.

"Please, Miss Carter, let me taste your pussy, please!" I rubbed more frantically.

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"Damn," she sighed, stepping further away. "Your bestie is here, keep going, only beg for her and I think that just might do the trick. Her interruption is good timing, or you just might have made us all late!"

She walked toward the door, and I watched her body sway in her dress. As she left the room, I pictured the image that had been forever burned into my mind the previous Saturday. My best friend, Rachel, on all fours, naked, begging Marie, much like I had just done.

I recalled the taste of Rachel's cum and its effect on me. "Oh, Rachel, please, let me suck your pussy," I pleaded, almost oblivious to the fact, the footsteps I heard might not even be Rachel's. But as she approached, the sound of a steady confident gait, and the clank of heels made it clear it was not Stephanie. In stepped my best friend, dressed smartly and professionally, in a navy blazer and matching knee-length skirt. Her hair was down and flowing, covering her shoulders.

I had always known she was beautiful, but given the recent turn of events, I had never fully appreciated how beautiful, and with my new perspective, how desirable she was. She looked at me, in disbelief, as she stepped closer.

"Please let me taste your pussy," I said, looking at her desperately, rubbing myself off.

It was not only because she was the gatekeeper to Marie. Since Saturday morning, when I first saw her kneeling, naked, before Marie, I had wanted her. Seeing her smiling at me, and recalling having my face buried in her pussy and tasting her, I knew I would do anything for more.

"Paige, sweetie, you are such a little slut!" She stared at my soaked pussy, spread open and coated with my juices. "Marie told me she had you hot and bothered for me, but sweetie... what am I to do with you?"

Her grin grew more devious. "On your knees, please."

I slid off the chair to my knees, with my legs partly spread and continued to rub my clit. She stepped closer and stopped about a foot in front of me.

"I want to please you, Miss Rachel, please."

I felt as if I were watching myself in a dream. My behavior was so forbidden and out of control, my mind somehow separated my actions from reality, as if I were in some kind of blissful dream, where there were no consequences, only unbridled pleasure.

"Unzip me, slut," she said, sternly.

I stopped masturbating, reached around her, and unzipped her skirt. She wiggled her hips as I pulled it down, revealing black-laced panties. She stepped out of the skirt and stood; legs shoulder width apart. And I let my fingers trace their way up her legs, as I kissed her thighs.

"Look at me, Paige," she commanded.

Her hazel-blue eyes were almost hypnotic with excitement, as she gazed into mine.

"I love how you have accepted your role. I would never have imagined my best friend and coworker begging to be my pleasure-toy. You excite me so much. I'm going to use you in so many ways..."

There was a hunger and sincerity in her eyes-- that triggered something inside me.

"Please, use me, Miss Rachel. Let me use my mouth on your beautiful pussy. Can I please take off your panties and taste you?"

My hands moved to her hips and my fingers curled against her waistband, waiting for her approval.

"Tell me you're my cunt-lapping little bitch, Paige."

"I'm your cunt-lapping little bitch, please come in my mouth."

I wish I could say, I begged, as part of a plan to manipulate Rachel into giving me access to Marie. But at that moment, Marie was not even in my thoughts. It was pure, depraved lust for my married best friend of so many years. My body was willing to toss that history and risk everything, for just one more taste. The fog of lust and the throbbing need between my legs commanded me, and I willingly surrendered to it.

"Get these panties off, and let your tongue serve its purpose, you hungry little bitch."

"Thank you, Miss Rachel, thank you," I said, as I pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I tossed them, as she moved to the chair and sat down.

I crawled quickly between her legs.

"Heel, bitch," she said, calmly. "Breathe me in, and touch your swollen mess of a cunt. I'll tell you when."

She was correct, my labia were two puffy masses of flesh. I had been in a constant state of arousal for the past five days, and I would never have thought it possible to stay so wet for so long. I was changing panties twice a day, and after all of it, I was again dripping for her.

"Thank you, Miss Rachel, your scent makes me so wet, can I please touch myself?"

"Yes, but you know you can't come?"

"I know, thank you, Miss Rachel. I love keeping my cunt on edge for you."

Sadly, that was true. I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, obeying her and depriving myself for her.

"I feel your hot bitch breath on my pussy, Paige," she whispered.

As she gazed down at me with her beautiful eyes and contented smile, I breathed her essence, and suddenly, my mouth felt dry with anticipation. I licked my lips to moisten them.

"You little tease. Show me that tongue again."

I smiled and extended it, leaning closer, but not touching her yet.

"What's the purpose of that tongue, Paige?" she asked, seductively.

"To pleasure your pussy, Miss Rachel."

"Good girl, put it to use. Now, please."

I happily leaned in and pressed the tip gently between her labia and pulled it slowly up the length of her slit, humming contentedly.

"Oh, Paige, that's so good, sweetie, don't stop."

I shook my head slowly, signaling I had no intention of stopping. I groaned as her juices flooded my taste buds and saliva gushed into my mouth. With each lick, I pressed harder and wiggled my tongue, coating it in her essence.

I groaned into her womanhood, conveying my pleasure as I slowly rubbed my own drenched cunt. I found a pace with my fingers, I thought I could maintain without coming, and continued as I lapped at her soft heat. I kept my head moving up and down, rolling side to side, pressing my tongue into her silken folds.

Each moan I induced from her, sent a tingle to my pussy, as a cocktail of her cunt juice and my saliva, coated my cheeks and her mons.

"Oh, Paige, that feels so fucking good. Munch my pussy, my slut. Aahhh!"

I kept my eyes locked on hers, as I increased my pace with my tongue, and I had to slow my fingers, as I was in danger of coming. Her expression was one of disbelief, as her mouth opened and her moans grew louder. A hand on the back of my head let me know I was pleasing her and she did not want me to stop.

In the back of my mind, I thought about slowing or stopping, to taunt her as she had done me, but the desire to please her and to taste her warm, creamy cum, was much stronger than any thought of revenge.

I could sense her climax building, and resisted the urge to make myself come with her. Instead, I focused on pleasing my best-friend-turned-mistress.

"Oh fuck, Paige! Don't you fucking stop. I'm gonna come all over your pretty fucking face!"

I hummed and nodded, pushing her to the edge and as her creamy juices flowed, I pushed my face harder against her, coating us both with sweet, sticky nectar.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! -- Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I ground my face up and down, just like a starving, lapping bitch dog devouring its prey. I stopped rubbing and braced with both hands on the floor, as my head moved at blurring speed.

Her body shuddered as her screams echoed through my kitchen. At that moment, I couldn't recall feeling more contented than I did, bringing my mistress's body to a quivering bliss. I sensed her climax peaking, and lunged my lips onto her clit and sucked it hard, lapping it with my tongue.

Her body stiffened and spasmed, and her screams turned to animal-like grunts, until she gripped my hair and pulled me off. Her eyes were wide and her expression was almost fearful, as she gasped for breath.

"Oh my God, Paige!" she exclaimed, and then sighed, "Holy shit."

I knelt back on my heels, smiling with pride of my effect on her. Thankfully, I could not see myself, with my face coated in her cum. As she recovered, I moved slowly back in and extended my tongue again. To my pleasure, she did not stop me. I slowly and gently licked her soft pussy lips, savoring the taste of my best friend's cum.

"Thank you... Miss Rachel. God, I love tasting you."

"Oh, Paige, I love your tongue so much. Damn, I don't ever want you to stop doing that."

I smiled before opening my mouth wide, engulfing her pussy and letting my tongue swirl in her soft, sweet peach. I, too, felt like I never wanted to stop. Her head rolled back and her hand rested on my head, while I continued to tongue and suck her slowly.

Finally, she raised her head and looked at me. "We need to get to work. But first, I brought you a surprise," she said, as she reached for her purse. "Stand up, please."

I stood as she set a buttplug on the table, standing straight up, resting on its base, similar in size to the plug on my dog tail. Then, she positioned her chair and pushed me against the table, so she was facing my ass.

"You've been such a good little bitch, and I know how much you love having your tail in. But since it doesn't fit under your dress, I thought a bobbed tail would be good for you at work. Elbows on the table, please."

As I bent down and rested on my elbows, her hands cupped my ass through my dress, and what should have been humiliation, became a tingling wave of warmth washing through my loins.

"I still can't believe you're my pleasure-toy, Paige. All the years of knowing you, and respecting you..."

Her fingers touched behind my knees and caressed their way up, pulling up my skirt, and I moaned mindlessly.

"... When I could have been putting you to your intended use. Isn't this so much better?" she whispered, as she tossed the skirt up onto my back, her lips kissing my ass."

"Yes!" I whimpered, as her breath washed over my aching pussy, before her lips moved to my other cheek.

"Do you want the plug in your ass all day long to remind you that you're my pet-toy?"

"Yes, please, Miss Rachel, please put it in me."

Somehow that thought excited me. I would feel it all day, knowing I was their bitch dog. Particularly since her fingertips tickled my naked ass, and I felt electricity firing all the pleasure receptors in my haunches, yet again.

Her fingers rolled in circles over my cheeks, as she ogled my most intimate parts.

"I never thought I'd say this, Paige, but I could stare at your tight little asshole and glistening little cunt all day," she said, in wonderment.

I whimpered and then gasped, as her fingertip circled my sphincter.

"Do you like me touching your asshole, Paige?"

"Yes, thank you, Miss Rachel," I replied, truthfully.

Her breath tickled my ass, while her finger continued to tease, and her other hand traced its fingers up and down my distended labia.

"I love seeing you like this." She inhaled deeply. "And breathing your scent and feeling how soft..."

She kissed my ass slowly moving all around planting gentle sweet kisses. "So beautiful," she sighed.

"You're so much better as a mindless fuck-pet..." she said softly, still examining me.

The fingers caressing me and heavenly soft lips kissing me, suppressed the words that should have shamed me. And then she gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart.

"Just too yummy," she said, before her tongue touched my clit and licked firmly up my slit all the way to my asshole.

She took several, big licks up and then back down before wiggling her tongue into my cunt and sucking my pussy into her open mouth.

"Oh, Rachel!" I groaned, before she pulled back and slapped my ass.

"What do you call me, bitch?" she barked, squeezing my ass cheeks hard.

"Miss Rachel, I'm sorry."

"There's my obedient little bitch," and her tongue went back to work.

I moaned my approval, as she returned to licking my length several times, and then returned to engulfing my pussy.

"Oh, that feels so good," I groaned, contemplating letting her make me come without warning her.

It felt so good, and it would be three days until they let me come. I tried to suppress my moans so she might not know, but as she worked me to the edge, the need to obey won out. Or maybe it was just the need to cry out, but either way, I blurted it out.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me come!"

She pulled back and the slap stung my ass again. This time, she teased my asshole with her tongue tip, as the cool stainless-steel plug rubbed the length of my cunt.

The sensation that Marie had given me returned, but this time, it was my best friend who was tonguing my most intimate of places. I would later wonder, just how right they were. I shared the canine obsession with tonguing asses.

With each pass, the plug pushed further into my cunt and I pushed myself toward her, until her tongue pressed hard against my ass and the plug was pushed fully in my pussy. She plunged it in and out, waggling her head with her flattened tongue tasting my ass, as she hummed with pleasure.

I was, once again, on the edge of climax, unable to comprehend fully that my best friend was doing things that would have horrified me to think about a few weeks before, but brought such depraved pleasure.

"Miss Rachel, I'm gonna come!" I then squealed, looking forward to the ass slap.

It came, but this time, her other hand pulled the plug out of my cunt and shoved it hard into my ass. A jolt of pain pushed the orgasm quickly back. Until her open mouth pushed against my soaked and aching pussy.

Her tongue swirled against my labia before pushing inside. Soon, I was back on the edge. The feel of her magical tongue and the plug in my ass were beyond words. She hummed and groaned softly as she slowly and relentlessly ate my pussy.

Again, she pulled away. "Paige, sweetie, you taste so fucking good."

Then her mouth engulfed me again. I moaned and pleaded knowing she would stop short of the climax my pussy needed, but somehow I was still hoping.

"Please, Miss Rachel."

"Oh, Paige, sweetie, you know you can't come," she teased, and slapped my ass, getting up from her seat. "I smell food, you've given me quite the appetite this morning. Did you save me some?"

She was suddenly perfect calm as if nothing had just happened. Still a bit stunned, I stood and pulled my skirt down, while she retrieved her clothes. I had put a plate in the oven for her to keep it warm, and went to get it. When I turned to take it to her, she was still nude from the waist down and was using her panties to clean up her pussy and inner thighs. Her skirt lay on the table as she dabbed her pussy clean. She looked up and smiled.

"You have me all a gush again, Paige," she said, then looked at me with the plate of food. That looks delicious." Her smile deepened like the grinch, when he got a wonderful, awful idea. "Coffee please, with cream."

I set the food and silverware in front of her, as she tossed the panties on the table. "Why use my panties, when I've got your tongue? Get me my coffee and I'm going to let you clean up the mess you've made of me again."

I did as commanded yet again, as the rational side of me was appalled by her arrogance. She was sitting at the head of the table, eating, as I set the coffee down. Her legs were under the table normally, and I looked at her, confused.

"Under the table. That's always where our doggy stayed during meals."

I should have told her to fuck off, and taken back control of myself, but I could still taste her, and the plug in my ass kept the warm tingle between my legs, reminding me of the pleasure she could bring.

My knees bent, lowering me to the floor, as my pussy flushed with warm heat, aching for relief. I heard the familiar phrase come from my lips, "Thank you, Miss Rachel."

The table had two chairs on either side and one on each end. I crawled under the side of the table between the two chairs and turned to see her slightly spread knees and her engorged pussy, in the dim light beneath the table. Then her left leg lifted and pointed straight out, before she moved her heel to the seat of the chair to her left. I swallowed hard, and as she did the same with her right leg, spreading herself open for me, I crawled closer. Her ass clung to the edge of her seat giving me clear access to her womanhood. I moved in and extended my tongue as I sighed, exhaling and flooding her pussy with my warm breath.

"What is it you want, Paige?" she asked, freezing me in place.

The tingling ache between my legs only intensified, as she once again showed her dominance and made me beg for it.

"Please let me clean the kitten's pussy with my mouth, Miss Rachel."

Trying to please her, I acknowledged her position as Marie's kitten, accepting my lower role as bitch dog.

"Slow and easy, please; not like a brutish hungry mutt," she said, mockingly.

I could hear her silverware scrape the plate as she ate, as if oblivious to the fact her pussy was spread wide open ready to receive my tongue again.

I traced my tongue tip along the crease of her thigh and outer labia, tasting her salty-sweet nectar. I could hear a contented 'ummm'. So, I followed it by a very slow, deliberate lick with my flattened tongue, to flood my tongue with her flavor, and marvel in her remarkably warm softness. I quickly learned the range of motion I had before bumping my head on the table. Her positioning on the edge of the chair allowed my chin to drop below the top of the chair to reach the bottom of her vulva and with a slight head tilt, I was able to reach her clit on the upstroke.

I alternated sides, teasing her outer labia with my tongue tip, and then licking firmly to take in her full flavor. Between licks, I kissed her gently, repeating the process, without touching her inner labia. I felt like I could spend all day enjoying her exposed sweet peach, exploring every nook and cranny.

"Paige, sweetie, you are being such an obedient little slut. This is how breakfast should be served."

"Thank you, Miss Rachel, I love tasting you."

I teased the outer edge of her left pussy lip as she continued to eat, trying to act as if she were having a normal breakfast, but I saw her leg twitch as I made contact and sensed her body tense. It was so delicately soft, I hummed my pleasure.

"Did I taste a hint of baby oil on your asshole this morning, Paige?" she asked, casually.

Shocked by the phrase, my brain would never have imagined hearing from my best friend. I froze for a moment, before responding, "Yes, Miss Rachel. I didn't know you would be doing that... I'm sorry," I replied, almost in the form of a question.

"Oh no, don't be, sweetie. I just want you to bring it with us today. I'm going to work your sensitive little cunt a lot today, and we don't want you to get rubbed raw, do we?"

"Thank you, Miss Rachel. My pussy is so wet for you," I added.

There was certainly no need for oil at that moment. Then, I ran my tongue tip along the ridge of her left pussy lip from bottom to clit, gently tickling it with my tip. Then I barely split her labia, tracing the valley between them as delicately as possible. Next, I moved my attention to her right fold, moving as slowly and lightly as I could.

Rachel moaned subtly, but continued to eat; so, I continued making love to her delicate lips with my tongue, pausing occasionally to kiss them softly. I had no sense of time, only her scent and taste, as my tongue and lips relished every second with her delicate softness.

I heard her lay her fork down, and felt her body settle back against the chair as she sighed contently.

"Oh, Paige, you feel so good, sweetie."

I grinned and let my tongue press between her labia, coating my tongue with the more intense taste within.

Sensing her pleasure I pulled back out. "I love the taste of you pussy, Miss Rachel."

Then, I opened my mouth enough to encompass her labia and waggled my tongue between them. I heard her inhale quickly, almost whistling as she did so. My mind pictured her lips puckered and eyes closed, surprised by the pleasure my tongue delivered.

"I don't know how you do it, Paige, but I need to come again. Worship my cunt, my magical little bitch."

I nodded, thinking there was nowhere I'd rather be than worshiping at the altar of hot, wet pussy. And I meant to make it last. My tongue pressed in, then retreated, teasing her clit before tracing her labia and repeating the cycle, occasionally sucking each cunt lip, stretching it and lapping it with my tongue. I covered every inch of her tender folds, over and over. Her moans intensified slowly, growing more desperate as I savored the feeling of ultimate control.

"Oh God, Paige! Hoh!" she squeaked, as her juices oozed from her folds.

I pulled back to plead, and tendrils of white, creamy cunt cum clung to my lips.

"Please come in my mouth, Miss Rachel."

Her pelvis raised off the chair, pushing her cunt toward my mouth, and I plunged my open mouth onto her throbbing cunt and sucked her cum-coated lips into my mouth as my tongue burrowed inside her, scooping out the creamy nectar into my drooling mouth.

Her body spasmed, as I brought my best friend to another quivering climax. My tongue drilled and wiggled as I sucked the cum from her swollen, pulsing pussy. I never wanted it to end, turning my lips and tongue loose on her clit, sucking it and pummeling it with my tongue tip. She grunted and spasmed, and I thumped my head on the tabletop, trying to keep suction on her clit as her body jerked with pleasure.

Finally, she pushed back from the table, sliding her chair, before nearly falling backward when the back legs hit the gap between tiles and stopped. Her right leg slipped off its chair sending it sliding.

"Oh fuck, Paige, huh!" she gasped. "Oh my god, you're an animal."

There I was, on my hands and knees under my dining table, my face coated in my best friend's cum, panting like a dog, smiling with pride for making her scream with pleasure, even after she had degraded and taunted me. My pussy ached for relief, and even knowing that relief would not come, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged.

It was crazy and I knew it. The risk, if I should ever get caught, was absurd, but my body craved more; Rachel and Marie had brought me the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.

"I think I made a mess again, Miss Rachel. Should I clean your cunt for you?"

"Hurry, we'll miss our window."

This time, I proceeded like the brutish mutt, she had teased me about being earlier. I licked firmly and thoroughly, lapping up her white cream. Then I finished by covering her tunnel and sucking as much as I could out of her. When I broke contact, she got up and put her panties and skirt back on, while I arranged my skirt and cleared the dishes.

It was an awkward, sort-of-new norm, transitioning from a cunt-hungry plaything, to the pseudo-norm of getting presentable for work, and trying to function in a normal way for the rest of the world.

"Don't forget the oil; see you in the car; hurry, please," she said, and slipped into the bathroom. "Don't wash that pretty face, sweetie."

I smiled, thinking how I often needed to pee after a good come; or, in this case, two.

I retrieved the baby oil from my bedroom, looked in the mirror to see my face still glistening with her cum, and rubbed in a couple of drops of the white cum that still lingered. By the time I got to the car, I could feel it drying on my face, like a facial mask. I wondered if cunt cum could be a good skin treatment. I giggled at the absurdity of my thoughts as I got in. She looked at me, as she started the car.

"Thanks for a breakfast I won't soon forget. Can hardly wait for lunch."

It was hard to imagine after what I had just done, but of all things, I blushed at her comment, feeling giddy that she wanted more.

"Damn, you're so cute," she said, before I could respond, then looked at her watch, and pulled out of the driveway.

"Thank you, Miss Rachel. So good I had to have seconds."

"I feel like I've neglected your needs this morning." She replied, as if plotting.

She held out her right hand, palm up. "Oil please."

I got the baby oil from my purse and squirted some on my hands.

"Skirt up," she said calmly, with a grin.

I raised my ass and pulled my skirt up, exposing myself from the waist down.

"Spread those pretty legs for me."

Once again, I complied, anticipating the feel of her oiled fingers on my swollen pussy, and hoping beyond hope, she was going to let me come. Her fingers spread the lubricant on my labia, and as her finger slipped between my hungry cunt lips, I groaned mindlessly, consumed by the tingling pleasure between my legs.

"You are so warm down there," she sighed.

I stared at her profile as she casually drove, looking straight ahead, but wonderfully stroking me.

"Oh my God. You make me feel so good, Miss Rachel," I whimpered, before releasing a long, shuddering groan as I exhaled.

The windows were down and the wind blew through the car, as her fingers owned my body. I closed my eyes, pressed my back to the seat and my hips rolled against her fingers.

"Your little bitch hole is so hot, Paige. You love being my slutty little bitch, don't you?"

"Yes, please! Thank You, Miss Rachel!" I yelled, in an almost delirious state.

I was dimly aware of the sound of a car beside us, but she had me on the edge. The intensity of the tingling pleasure was all consuming, and it was becoming an addiction to linger on the precipice without going over.

"Follow me boys!" she yelled, as she accelerated.

I opened my eyes and saw the two young men from yesterday back again as they drifted behind us.

Rachel's hand retracted and she drove into a parking lot of a law office that was not yet open. She parked and turned toward me and began rubbing me again.

"Get me my purse from the back seat please," commanded Rachel.

I gazed at her, confused, as her fingers released me.

"My purse, Paige," her tone intensified.

I turned and pulled my skirt down, before placing my knees on the seat and leaned my upper body into the back seat to reach her purse.

"Oh no, sweetie, no need to be shy with your friends," she said in an arrogant tone, as I felt my skirt flop up onto my back and her right hand slid down my belly and between my legs.

Her slippery fingers curled inside me, as her thumb rubbed my clit.

"Oh please, not here, I can't... Oh God!"

"You like that, don't you, slut!"

I groaned as I saw the shadow of the two guys pass by me. I clung to her purse with my right hand as my left hand gripped the back seat, my naked ass fully exposed. I was paralyzed by her ruthless fingers and a shameful excitement of knowing the men were ogling me, lustfully.

"Boys, so good to see you. My little bitch was just telling me how much she missed you. Her little cunt is so fucking hot and wet thinking about you."

"Holy shit," gasped one of them.

"Isn't that one of the hottest asses you've ever seen? She wanted you to see her plug, didn't you, sweetie?"

"Hell yes," replied one of them.

I squealed, "Yes, Miss Paige, I think I'm gonna come!"

Her hand pulled back and slapped my throbbing pussy.

"Did I say you could come, bitch?"

"Sorry, Miss Rachel... oh fuck!"

Her fingers plunged back in.

"Who decides when you come?"

"You do, Miss Rachel."

"That's right. It's hard to control her sometimes, boys. I'm so glad we ran into you again. She didn't get to finish telling you what she wants you to do to her. Stick that ass up and tell 'em, Paige. Damn, sweetie, your clit's as hard as their cocks I bet."

"Fuck," one of them gasped, in disbelief.

I was in an indescribable frenzy. My body loved being used and the thought of two stiff young cocks fucking me was like gasoline for the fire that raged between my legs.

I dropped my right foot to the floor and pushed my ass higher, as her fingers fucked my sloshing cunt. My left knee slid closer to the door, and I unleashed my nasty thought as she had commanded.

"I want them both to fuck me, Miss Rachel. I want those hot, hard dicks inside me. Please fill my bitch holes and fuck me hard!"

"Wow, she's got it bad, boys; what do you think?" teased Rachel.

Fuck yes!" replied number one, while number two barked, "Hell, yeah," at the same time.

"Hand me my purse, Paige, and rub your cunt for them for a minute."

I reached the purse back to her, and when she took it, I began to rub my enflamed pussy rapidly. It seemed like the least humiliating thing to do at that moment-- leaving them to believe it was all my idea.

"Please fuck me, I need to come..."

"Paige, honey, you know you can't cum today. Text me your names and numbers, boys, and we'll set up a little party soon. Will that work, sweetie?"

I only whimpered, as I rubbed my clit, clinging to the edge of climax again.

"Sweetie, you should see the hungry, disappointed faces. Don't you think you should get them to show you the tools they're gonna use to clean your pipes? Do you hear how wet she is, boys?"

All three of us responded in agreement as she flaunted the power she had over us all. My pussy sloshed as I rubbed myself furiously.

"She's not allowed to cum today, boys. But I bet she'd stroke you both off and let you cum dump on her pretty titties."

"Oh fuck, I have to stop or I'm gonna come, Miss Rachel."

"Okay, sweetie, get back up here and show them your tits. Boys, cocks out, if you're ready to show the lady what you've got."

I can't explain what had made me comply. It had somehow seemed more shameful to stop and protest at that point. How could letting them jizz on my tits be more degrading than shoving my hoo-ha at them and begging for their dicks. As I spun back around, she began shoving my blazer off my shoulders.

I leaned forward in the seat, and worked my arms free as she began unbuttoning my blouse. Meanwhile, I watched the two young studs, side by side, crotches to the window, unbuckling, and unzipping their bulging pants. Their T-shirts were pulled up, revealing toned, tight stomachs, with their faces blocked by the car roof.

I quickly helped Rachel unbutton my blouse and tossed it to the floor, not wanting to get their cum on it, as my mind had already surrendered to the need to feel their hot spunk unload on my body. I unclasped the bra, as the two boners protruded into the car.

I heard cars driving by in the distance and glancing around, saw no activity in the parking lot, as I pressed my knees to the door with my ass on my heels. I faced the two young men with hard-ons in hand, pointing their cocks toward me. I scrunched down to keep my head from hitting the roof and pushing my chest toward them.

Then without being told, I gripped their manhoods and continued sharing my twisted thoughts, as I stroked their hot, granite poles.

"They're so hot and hard. Please let them fuck me, Miss Rachel."

While I spoke, her hand slipped between my heels and under me. Once again, her fingers curled inside me and I moaned as my hands examined their cocks. Both were around seven inches long. The one on the right had a slightly smaller diameter, but with a large mushroom head and a silky-smooth shaft. The fatter cock had a more bullet-shaped head with a veiny uneven shaft. I stroked them both, firmly, imagining taking them, one at a time, into my mouth.

"Have you ever been double-fucked, Paige?" she taunted.

"No ma'am, please."

"Would one of you be willing to take her ass cherry?"

"Fuck yes!" both yelled.

"The correct answer is-- yes, Miss Rachel. Understood, boys?"

"Yes, Miss Rachel," they replied, in unison.

"You both want her ass?"

"Yes, Miss Rachel!" the chorus cried out.

"Hmm. Okay. Whoever coats her tits first must want it more."

With that, I stroked them faster rubbing their pre-cum on their sensitive tips, lubing their cocks. I had never been fucked in the ass, but after the buttplug, the thought excited me. I had enough sense to realize the smaller the better for my ass and to tip the scales, I extended my tongue and rubbed his cock head on it as I stroked his shaft. My right elbow pressed against the seat back for balance as I jacked them off.

In the cloud of arousal Marie and Rachel had created, his pre-cum tasted better than any I had ever had, and I plunged him into my mouth, sucking hard and bobbing my head wildly.

"Oh my God, Paige, you're an animal," teased Rachel, whose fingers were pounding me at a pace I could not possibly take without coming.

My only defense was to focus my thoughts on their cocks, and I increased my pace. Within seconds, the unnamed guy whose cock was in my mouth groaned a warning.

"Fuck, gonna come."

"Coming in her mouth doesn't count," said Rachel, with a giggle.

He instantly pulled out and I gripped his soaked cock and jerked his pole at machine-gun speed. In my frenzied state, I took the fatter cock in my mouth as the first jet of cum shot me in the neck. I pulled his cock lower, continuing to jack hammer him, and the second blast hit my left tit, just right of my nipple. The other guy grunted as I bobbed on his thick dick, while several more blasts erupted onto my tits. I pointed it to my other boob and then back, as he unloaded an amazing amount of jizz onto my breasts.

I slowed my pace with my hand, as I increased the speed of my head bobs. The second guy seemed to have more control, enforcing the fact I made the right decision on who needed to win the race. The buttplug had changed my thinking about a cock in my ass, but a fatter cock pounding my asshole for a long time was a scary thought.

On the other hand, I would have welcomed his stamina in my cunt so much. As his orgasm built and pre-cum coated my tongue, I decided to reward him for his second-place finish, by letting him come in my mouth.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come," he grunted, and pulled out.

But I quickly pulled him back into my mouth, as the first blast coated my tongue. I nodded and hummed, "Muh-huh, muh-huh," as his hot, thick cream filled my mouth.

"Oh fuck yes, oh God, fuck," he grunted, pumping his hips, as I swallowed his seed.

I had never really been a fan of cocksucking, let alone swallowing, but the depraved bitch that I had become, loved every last drop. Thankfully, Rachel slowed her fingers to a managable, steady pace and I was able to finish what I had started. When he was sucked dry, I moved back to the winner, and sucked his cock clean. They both stayed pretty fucking hard, considering the magnitude of their orgasms.

After a moment, Rachel pulled me backward by my ponytail. "Easy, Paige, damn. Sorry, boys, I think I had her a little too excited for you."

There was a barrage of 'thank you Miss Rachels', as I continued to stroke them both.

"Paige, honey, let go of their cocks. We'll be late for work. Thank you, boys. That will be all, but I'll be in touch about a little party, very soon."

With that, they reholstered their tools and stepped back, both smiling, gleefully. And as it began to sink in, of what just happened, rather than shame, I couldn't help but feel that twisted sense of pride, for making their day and knowing I was the cause for their young cocks being granite hard.

"Thank you, Miss Rachel," said the thick-dicked stranger.

"Fuck yes, thanks, Miss Rachel. I'm ready for the party," said the other young stud, who had been promised my ass. His eyes spoke volumes with his fleeting glance.

My mind interpreted his look as saying, 'Thank you, Paige Larson, I will be back for that ass, you hungry little bitch.'

I had shocked myself. And as I turned toward Rachel, the magnitude of my depravity was starting to register in my mind. My mind had been in a constant state of arousal for weeks, as Marie had haunted my thoughts. With surrender came such intense pleasure, I no longer wanted to resist.

Then when she unleashed my best friend on me, it was such a shock to my system, I could no longer think straight. Every time they looked at me, touched me, or commanded me-- the fog of tingling pleasure blinded my sensibilities.

The taste of the young men's cum lingered in my mouth, and I wanted more, even when I had never really liked it before. And as I looked at my best friend staring at me in lustful wonder, a feeling of depraved contentment came over me.

"I want to please you, Miss Rachel," I said, as I realized it was true.

At that moment, I could see a softening in her eyes. She would soon give me access to Marie, and my sense of contentment grew. I would happily have done whatever it took to make it happen.

"Paige, sweetie, you have pleased me," she said, as she reached out and scooped some cum off my breast and took it to her mouth. "That was beyond hot. How could I have been so blind for so long?"

She took two fingers and scooped up a large dollop and brought them to my mouth. I took it willingly, savoring my new appreciation of stud cream and the penetrating look of desire in my best friend's eyes.

"We're going to have so much fun with you..." said Rachel, contentedly, as she put the car in drive.

To be continued.