~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ch. 13 Part two ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lindsey hungrily made out with Bekah as I played with Bekah's tits. It was such a wonderful sight. It was almost as if Lindsey had been dying to do this for a long time.
She then pressed herself as tightly against Bekah as she could.
"Lindsey, go get the little one," I ordered from behind Bekah.
She looked up at me and began to leave the room.
"If they are still asleep, do what you can to keep it that way," I added before she disappeared through the dark doorway.
"What's the little one?" Bekah asked, out of breath.
"You'll see soon enough my little pet, but first...it's time to get a taste." I pushed lightly at her back and sat her forward. "Lay down," I ordered.
She sat forward enough for me to swing my legs up and over her head and lay on her back as told.
I turned and straddled her chest, my pussy draping over her right breast. I swung my hips back and forth causing my pussy to drag her nipple between the folds of my labia. It sent chills down my back and caused a moan to escape my lips.
She reached up and grabbed each of my ass cheeks and gave them a powerful squeeze. I moaned again as I pushed my hips back toward her face. Her hands maneuvered under my legs as if to pull my dripping box to her mouth. It took everything I had to stop her, but I stopped her and kept moving my hips back and forth, my pussy now drenching her right nipple.
"You want to taste my flower?" I asked, hating that I said flower.
She moaned yes.
"You can't have it yet. You have to be allowed to eat me. So I want you to stare at it, drool over it, and beg for it before you can have a taste. If you touch it beforehand, you'll get punished and have to wait longer. Understand?" I asked, reaching back and rubbing her presumably sensitive twat.
I loved being in control. I was naturally submissive, but being with Trish and Luce brought out my controlling side. And now, I loved being in control as much as loved my ladies controlling me.
I had read a lot of erotic stories while Lucy was gone for work. I loved reading lesbian stories where a straight woman was seduced so intensely that she practically begged to eat her seducer. So that was exactly what I wanted to try with Bekah.
"Mhmm" she whined.
"By the way, you taste heavenly, my pet. I can not begin to express how excited I was to go down on you. You are insanely gorgeous and the fact that you tasted so sweet made it all the better." I cooed, my pussy dying to fall onto her mouth.
"I'm guessing you have never gone down on another woman before?" I asked, my right hand reaching behind me and working her swollen womanhood, my left tweaking her left nipple.
Her face was red from her orgasm, but bashful in innocence at the same time. She bit her lip as she looked up at me and shook her head no.
"Good, I was hoping to be your first." I purred. "Do you want to taste your Mistress's honey pot?" I asked, hating that I said honey pot.
Her face became even more red as she nodded in acceptance.
"Good girl." I smiled. I was all sorts of worked up. From everything that woke me up, to the events that happened between then and now, accompanied with me grinding my pussy on her nipple, I was already super close.
"But to taste me, you need to want it." I smiled devilishly.
"I want it, Mistress." She said quietly.
"I'm sure you do, but do you need it?" I asked.
I, rejectingly, stopped my humping of her nipple and sat forward above Bekah's face. I bent my knees on either side of her head and hovered my dripping cunt a few inches from her face.
Bekah was now staring at her Mistress' pussy for the first time. This was also the first time a pussy was ever this close to her face, let alone probably the first pussy of another woman that she had ever seen in person.
She stuck her tongue out to lick it.
"Ah ah...not yet my pet. You need to beg for it. I need to know this is something you need and are not just doing because you feel you have to." I said gently, moving my hands to her head and running my fingers through her red hair.
Her eyes shifted from my hairless twat and up to my eyes.
"I am dying here, Mistress. My mouth is watering. My heart is thumping. My pussy is on fire. Let me taste you." She said softly.
"I'm sure you want it, and trust me, your mistress wants it. But I don't feel like you neeeeeeed it." I said, mockingly.
"Please let me have it, Mistress. It's fucking killing me. There is nothing more in this world right now that I want more. Let me bring you the pleasure you brought me.
Please!" Bekah almost yelled.
I started to answer but before I could say anything, Bekah quickly grabbed my ass and pulled me into her mouth. Between her natural strength and wrestling finesse, she was effortlessly able to move my body. And I was happy to give in.
"That...a girl." I cooed, as her warm tongue felt amazing. I was delighted that she finally gave in and did everything she could to get her mouth on my pussy. "Never let anyone prevent you from having what you need."
She was inexperienced for sure, but Bekah was determined. Her actions were intense and I could tell she was giving me 110%.
I grabbed her hair and slowly began riding her face by grinding my pussy against her mouth.
"Focus...oh fuck...on my clit. Mmhmm that's it. Right there. Don't be afraid to caress my body...fuck yea!" I guided her until she found my clit and forcibly slid a finger into my ass.
"Didn't peg you for an ass girl but mama loves it.." I moaned as I grabbed my tits with both hands and began flicking my nipples.
My riding of her face became more targeted as she sucked on my clit like she wanted to rip it from my body.
I looked over at the chair next to me and saw Lindsey sitting in the same chair from earlier, using Junior to fuck herself.
Moving my focus back to Bekah, her eyes opened and beamed right into mine.
That was the final straw as I grabbed her head with both hands, pushed down on her mouth with all my might, and flooded her mouth.
I fell back onto Bekah's body as she did everything she could to keep her mouth on me, making sure to enjoy every drop.
Breathing heavily, I rolled off to the side of the bed and bent down in front of Lindsey. Taking the strap-on from her, I pumped it in and out of her furiously as I attached my lips to her clit.
It didn't take long before Lindsey was grabbing my head and cumming on the small strap-on.
"That's a good pet," I complimented Lindsey, as I stood up from the chair and retreated the strap-on from inside her.
I looked back at the bed and pleasantly saw Bekah sitting up against the headboard, legs spread, one hand on her pussy, and the other kneading her perfect right breast.
I made eye contact with her as I bent down and slowly stepped into the straps of the strap-on. I pulled it up, stuck the small 2-inch anchor inside of me, and pulled the straps tight. The clear small cock now pointing directly at Bekah, whose eyes were fixated on the toy between my legs.
I pointed at her and motioned her to come to me.
She licked her lips and then crawled down the bed to where I was standing and without hesitation, wrapped her lips around the clear cock. Her head began slowly bobbing up and down on Junior.
I wasn't sure if she had sucked many dicks, or any dicks, prior but she was doing a good job from what I could see. But getting no real rush out of watching her suck on Junior, besides the fact that she was cleaning it of Lindsey's juices, I pulled her head up, grabbed her hand, and led her through the house. Lindsey, still lying in the chair motionless.
She followed me out the front door. I grabbed one of the blankets on the couch and laid it down on the chair on the patio before sitting in it.
Bekah sat there motionless, in the moonlight, looking out at the moon-covered ocean as she watched the waves crash against the shoreline.
"Out here?" She asked in a whisper.
"Is that a problem?" I asked, feeling more dominant with each passing moment.
She turned to face me. "No, Mistress." She said with a smile on her face.
I reached my hand out to her as I guided her over to me and onto my lap.
She positioned herself over my legs with my strap-on resting between her legs, pressed against her womanhood.
With her hands pressed firmly against my chest, loving on my aching tits, she lowered her head and laid a passionate kiss on my lips.
The tension and heat between us was palpable as our tongues danced together.
My nipples writing my name in her hands and my hands upon her waist helping her slide forward and back against Junior.
As time passed, her movements became more rhythmic and hurried. Her lips and tongue became more static as she would pull her head back to moan in acceptance of the cock sliding through the folds of her waiting cunt.
She suddenly stood up, evidently tired of waiting for my cock to penetrate her, and took it in her hand to slide it inside of her.
Before she could succeed, I turned her around in a 180. She was now sitting in a reverse cowgirl position, her back to me, her eyes on the ocean. I then slowly inserted Junior into her swollen box.
She must have been truly dying for it as without any warning, she shoved her body down and Junior up inside her completely.
"Oh!" She whined as the smallest of the 3 dildos we had filled her hole.
"Does that make my pet feel good?" I whispered in her ear.
"Mmhmm" she whimpered.
I reached out and grabbed each breast into my hand. "Good, now lean back and ride my cock."
She obeyed and laid her head on my shoulder, planted both feet firmly onto the patio decking between my legs, and fucked herself on top of me.
I wanted to bend her over and give her the best dick she ever had, but something inside wanted her to enjoy this her way. Sensually, passionately, and patiently.
I pulled and tugged on her nipples with a gentle aggression. Each tug effectively pulled a moan from her lips. My mouth attached to her neck doing what I could to give her a plain-to-see hickey to identify her as my property. My hips slowly began to meet the rhythm of each bounce Bekah would create as she fucked the fake dick.
It was by far the most erotic, and sensual, time I had had with a strap-on since my first time with Lucy and Trish.
My nipples were throbbing, my pussy was leaking, and my mind was racing with achievement.
With each of her bounces, the strap-on anchor inside me would go into me and then retreat. Bekah's moans became the only thing we could hear other than the waves crashing against the shore. And I was confident that Lucy and Trish had to be aware of the activities happening on the deck, as their window was a mere feet away.
Bekah's movements became more erratic. Her breathing was stifled. Her moans are deep. She was close.
