Hello Readers.
Welcome back to Taylor's tale. I hope you enjoyed the first.
The story here deviated quite a bit from what I had originally laid out in my mind. Taylor was meant to fight more, to have some more back and forth between her and Candice, but as I wrote the characters just didn't really behave that way and we ended up with this.
I hope you still enjoy this version of the story.
In this part you can expect most of the things from the first: Hot Cheerleaders, Futanari, Deep Throat, Mind Games, Domination and Submission, plus we have some Bondage, a little bit of Anal play, Orgasm Denial and Chastity.
As always feedback and comments are most welcome.
Everyone is over 18.
I hope you continue to enjoy Taylor's spiral into total submission.
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Part 2
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder you bitch! Give it to me!"
The vigorous sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air of Taylor Thompson's private 'exercise room' as she called it. She was covered in sweat, her skin shimmering in the light, her blonde hair dank and limp against her back.
The person spewing obscenities was her best friend. Kiera Olsen. She was currently on her hands and knees, her ass slamming backwards into Taylor's crotch. The tight tunnel of her pussy gripping and massaging Taylor's cock with every bounce.
It felt good, amazing even. Kiera was always an energetic and encouraging lover. And she knew how to use her body.
They'd been sharing a bed since University began, though not often. Being one of the few who she considered of the same social status as herself as well as also being a Futanari like herself, Kiera understood the needs that came with being one. And the demands that came with being a senator's daughter. They had been discreet. Only Emma and Clara had any hint that they had been together. Until last week, Kiera had been her only lover. Sure she had teased plenty of others, boys and girls alike. Making out and getting felt up were part of her arsenal in getting what she wanted.
But last week had changed that. Last week had changed everything.
Candice Moore had gotten into her head. Gotten into her pants. Her body. She'd made her experience levels of pleasure she hadn't thought possible. Because Candice had figured out what her body craved. That it wanted to be used. To be made to submit and suffer. To experience denial over and over again.
And as her final parting shot, she'd told Taylor she wasn't allowed to cum without her permission. She'd scoffed at that when they parted and she could think properly again, raged at it, the sheer audacity it had taken. She had thought that her submission had just been a mistake. Something to experiment with and then discard. She'd told herself she wasn't really like that. She was meant to be in charge. In control.
Her body disagreed.
It hadn't co-operated at all when she tried to masturbate. No matter how hard she got, or however much she stroked. Orgasm just wouldn't arrive. Her pleasure was interrupted by Candy's words ringing in her mind.
The bitch had made it worse too. Every night since Candy had used her as a cumdump, after she had shamefully begged to be used after the first home game of the season, she'd received two messages. Like clockwork they'd arrive and make her nights worse.
The first one telling her
'Don't forget to be a good girl for Candy'.
That was usually enough to make her furious.
Then the second would arrive about fifteen minutes later. A photo. Always of Candy herself, or a part of her.
The first one had been of her long, pale legs, shining and wet propped up on the side of her bath as she soaked in the water.
They'd only escalated from there.
The second one had been a close up of her perky tits and hard, dark, little nipples.
The third had been those same tits but covered in oil, shiny and slick.
It wasn't until the fourth message that problems had started to occur. The others had been easy to ignore, even if they were sexy and alluring.
The fourth had been what had broken her resolve the previous week. Candice's cock. Large, thick and with a shape she could recognize on sight alone, even if the red and white skirt it was poking out from underneath hadn't hinted at its owner's identity.
That night had been torture. She'd been denied an orgasm for days. Her mental arguments with herself had been draining and the photo had seemed like a god send. If her body wanted Candy, then this was how it was going to get it. Within minutes of getting the photo she'd had her cock in one hand and the other had fingers plunging into her cunt.
It hadn't been enough. She'd gotten so close. As if all she had to do was reach just a little further and her long awaited release would be hers. It didn't matter. Her cock had stayed hard and unfulfilled the rest of the night.
The fifth had been even worse. A close up of her unspoken obsession. Candy's slim fingers holding her shaft and balls, as if presenting them for her to inspect.
That had taken every inch of her willpower to ignore. To stop herself from going through the torment of the night before. The arguments and self-recriminations when she didn't achieve release.
The sixth is what had led her to this. To inviting Kiera over in the hope to blow off some steam. To finally achieve a long-needed orgasm.
It had been a photo of a photo. The photo had been of her to be exact. From some sporting event or rally. She didn't know where Candy had dug it up from but she'd been all done up, looking hot as all hell in her uniform. And there was white, sticky cum all over it. Pools of it covered the photo while Candy's cock lingered at the edge of the frame.
It had instantly made her think of the Friday before. Of how she'd spent her evening swallowing load after load after load of that same liquid. Her cock had turned to stone and had not relented.
Which was why she was now balls deep in Kiera, and had been for the better part of an hour. It felt fantastic, to finally fuck, to have her cock surrounded by hot, wet, tight pussy.
The problem was she couldn't cum. No matter how hard she thrusted, no matter how many times Kiera's folds clenched around her as the curvy blonde came with a wailing cry, no matter that they'd done this dozens of times before without an issue and she'd filled Kiera so full with cum it had overflowed into the bed. None of that mattered. Her cock just stubbornly refused to cooperate.
"Fuuuck Tay, you're so freakin hard inside me, you're gonna make me cum again," Kiera moaned.
Taylor grunted. She didn't know how else to respond at the moment. All she wanted to do was cum herself.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kiera braced her arms, slamming her hips back into Taylor with every word.
