Sara awoke the following morning, head still fuzzy from the unusually long sleep. A part of her realized she had class today, but she was also so comfortable wrapped in Amy's arms that the last thing she wanted was to get out of bed and face the slog of school work. She nuzzled into Amy's chest, savoring the steady rise and fall of her friend-turned-lover's breathing and letting it lull her back into a dreamy state.
Her mind wandered through the events of the previous day. The encounter in the alley, the two men that took her so wonderfully, and the way that Amy had used and comforted her back at home were all rushing back into her mind with crystal clarity. Sara felt herself getting wet again, and rubbed her thighs together to get some degree of friction. Her tongue absently snaked out to lap at Amy's breast, a soft sigh prompting her to continue. Her eyes fluttered closed as she suckled and licked her friend's nipples, first one and then the other, and she relished the way Amy's breathing became uneven and ragged. Her grip around Sara closed tighter, and her hips began to buck and grind against her. Fingers slid up to grip her hair, and soon a throaty moan filled the otherwise quiet room.
"Oh god, Sara," Amy whispered groggily. "That feels so nice, sugar. Don't stop, oh god don't stop."
Sara continued to pleasure Amy's nipples, and whimpered with delight when the redhead's leg slipped in between her own to grind against her own needy sex.
"Goddamn, Sara! You're already this wet?! Fuckin' hell, girl!"
Sara's cheeks flushed but she writhed against Amy, the pleasure of her warm leg against her too good to ignore. She sucked hard on Amy's nipples before placing calming, teasing licks and kisses along them before repeating. Amy's breathy moans grew more and more desperate as she pulled Sara in tighter.
"Oh yes, you dirty bitch! Fucking hump my leg while you make me cum! Such a good little doggy you are!"
Sara moaned into Amy's chest and redoubled her efforts. Was Amy really going to cum just from having her tits played with? The idea was incredibly arousing and Sara hoped that she would see it soon. Obediently, she continued to hump and grind on Amy's leg, enjoying being treated like a pet far more than she'd anticipated.
"Fuck! I'm gonna put a collar on you, slut! Gonna lead you around on a leash and make you eat my pussy like that! Get you one a' those little tail plugs while I'm at it! Fuck! I'm so close! Keep it up, baby! Fuck yes! Yes! Good girl! I'm almost....FUCK!"
Amy thrashed and writhed against Sara, inadvertently pressing her leg harder against the curvier girl's sex as her climax hit. Sara groaned and whimpered, the delicious sensation not quite enough to push her over the edge yet, but the whole situation being so erotic she could hardly stand it. When Amy finally pulled her free of her chest, both of them were gasping for air.
"What a way to wake up, sugar," Amy sighed, a loving expression on her face as she stared down at Sara. The brunette felt a warmth swell inside of her at that look and felt a shiver course through her body. Part of her worried that this was going too far, but another craved more of whatever was happening between them. "You gonna be a good little puppy for me?"
Sara nodded, not knowing what that might entail, but desperate to find out.
"Mmmm, I thought you'd like that." Amy's voice was a seductive purr that made Sara want to melt into her. She realized now that no matter what happened, she wasn't going to class today. Oh well, one missed day wouldn't hurt that much, right? It would be fine.
Amy untangled herself from Sara and helped her rise to her feet, leading her via a finger on her chin into the kitchenette.
"Such a good girl," she whispered before pulling Sara into a heated kiss against the table. Her fingers slipped into Sara's dripping snatch during the kiss and she proceeded to finger fuck the busty brunette into the hardwood table top. "God yes, you're such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Sara whined, her fingers white knuckling the table as Amy buried her own in her up to the knuckle. She wasn't sure how many fingers her red haired domme had slipped inside her but it definitely felt like more than two. As her pussy gushed around the intruding digits, Sara was fairly certain that Amy had all four inside her, while her thumb strummed Sara's clit. She was playing her like an instrument, letting her cries of ecstasy fill the kitchenette. One hand tormented Sara's pussy while the other kneaded her heavy tits, all the while Amy's lips and tongue flitted about her neck and shoulders, finding every sensitive spot and toying with them. Sara felt herself being reduced to a quivering puddle. Just as she was about to cum, Amy whispered in her ear.
"Ready to cum for me baby?"
Sara nodded, her breath ragged and shallow as Amy expertly tormented her body. Her head felt light, and she could feel her arousal running down her legs as Amy drove her to the edge of her climax.
"Beg."
"Please! Pleasepleaseplease! Please make me cum! I'll be good! I'll be so good for you! Please! I'm so close! Oh fuck! Please! Please! PLEASE! OH FUUUUUCCKKKK!"
Sara's legs gave out under her, and only the support of the table and Amy's invading hand kept her standing. Her entire body shook and shivered as the intense orgasm coursed through her, reminding her of how much she'd indulged in her carnal desires the previous day. She basked in the sexual ache, the sense of being so thoroughly fucked while still craving more. She felt like she'd been starving for years without realizing it and had been suddenly presented with an enormous feast and she couldn't get enough of it.
When Amy finally withdrew her fingers, she pulled away from Sara, maintaining eye contact as she sultrily licked them clean. The thick juices glistened along the sullied digits, and Sara whimpered at the sight, already craving more, and hoping that Amy would share the taste of her own lust with her. But alas, the redhead had something else in mind it seemed. She smiled at the look of desperation on Sara's face as she licked her hand clean and swallowed every last trace of her nectar before motioning for Sara to take a seat at the table.
Once more, Sara obeyed, unsure of just what Amy had in mind.
"That was your only freebie this morning, sug'," Amy whispered in her ear, sending a delighted thrill through Sara. "If you want to cum more, you're gonna answer every one of my questions. But before we do that..."
Amy walked away, her hips sashaying as she began putting together breakfast for the two women, only stopping to slip a plain white apron over her naked form. Soon the smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen and Sara's stomach growled with her forgotten hunger. She'd barely eaten anything since lunch the previous day, aside from cum and pussy, and her body was letting her know of its displeasure at that fact. Soon enough a plate of warm food was slid in front of her and Amy smiled down at her, a blend of kindness and menace in her expression.
"Eat up, you'll need your strength, sweetheart," She said ominously before sitting down to eat her own breakfast. Their meal passed largely in silence, Sara withering under Amy's incessant gaze. The heat in her core wouldn't die down, anticipation of what was to come making it nearly impossible for her to eat. But she dared not disobey.
Just a few minutes after they had finished eating, Sara found herself bent over Amy's bed, trembling with excitement. The cushioned restraints around her wrists and ankles had her securely locked in place, and the blindfold Amy had placed on her completely blacked out the room around her, forcing Sara to rely on her ears and an overstimulated imagination to keep track of what was going on. An ominous clicking sound behind her was the only clue that Amy had set something up, and she felt another shudder of nervous excitement course through her.
"All right, pet," Amy's sultry voice whispered in her ear. "I need you to relax for me while I get you ready." Before Sara could ask what she meant, the feeling of cool liquid against her back door gave her a substantial clue. Slowly, teasingly, Amy worked a finger into her asshole, a generous application of lubricant making the passage remarkably smooth, certainly easier than any of her other attempts of late. Soon, a second finger joined the first, plunging in and out of her sphincter and drawing breathy moans from the needy sub. By the time Amy added a third finger, Sara was mewling desperately and bucking her hips back ineffectually against Amy's hand, the restraints keeping her held in place unable to participate in her own defilement.
Finally, just as Sara was about to cum again, Amy withdrew her fingers, much to Sara's very vocal dismay. A cruel chuckle was her only response, and Sara recalled Amy's ominous promise of no more "freebies". She writhed on the bed as best as she could, desperate for more attention. But her movements ceased as she heard something heavy being pushed into place and thick objects prodding at both of her entrances.
"Amy..." Sara couldn't keep the nervousness out her voice even as her body quivered with delight at the sensation. "What's that?"
"Just a little something to keep you honest, sugar. Don't worry, I'm positive you'll enjoy it. I know I do."
There was a sudden click next to her ear, and then a whirring sound behind her as whatever it was powered up. A moment later, the pressure on her holes slowly increased. Her pussy opened eagerly for the invader, but her asshole was slightly more reluctant. Torturously slowly, Sara felt herself opening up as the two massive dildos worked their way inside of her a fraction of an inch at a time. She gasped and groaned at the unfamiliar sensations of double penetration, and her fingers gripped the sheets as hard as she had the table earlier. She bit down on the fabric, pulling it up into her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep her head on straight.
"Aw that's right, Sara. Give in to it. Let this big boy have you like a good little slut."
Sara nodded, her eyes rolling behind her mask as the two toys bottomed out inside of her. Both of them felt humongous, and just having them resting inside of her, Sara felt like she was struggling to breathe. It was like having two of Lucas inside of her, and Sara moaned into the sheets at the mental image. Every twitch and spasm of her body sent jolts of intense pleasure coursing through her spine. She realized she'd raised herself up onto her tip toes, her feet barely touching the floor as she tried in vain to escape the overwhelming, mind-numbing pressure.
"Are you ready, sugar?"
Another nod, followed by a strangled cry as the machine began to move. Both toys withdrew simultaneously, pulling out half their length before plunging back in. Slow, deep thrusts paired with continuous rotations, forcing Sara to really appreciate the strangeness of their shapes. The two toys stretched out her holes in unfamiliar patterns as they plunged in and out over and over again. Sara cried out against her makeshift gag, vaguely aware that she was drooling, but unable to care much less stop. Her mind felt like it was breaking under the intense assault on her sex. She felt the bed shift slightly as Amy climbed up into it with her, and a moment later the other woman's legs were draped over Sara's shoulders. Amy grabbed her hair and pulled her face into her mound, the scent of her wet pussy filling Sara's nostrils even as it pressed against her lips.
"Show me how much you appreciate my gift, darlin'. Put that mouth to work."
Sara began to eagerly devour Amy's pussy, sucking up her nectar even as the toys continued their relentless assault on her lower end. She moaned and whimpered into Amy's soaked sex, and as the redhead's legs closed around her head, Sara felt herself completely lose control. With a throaty moan, she came in between her friend's legs, her cries of agonized ecstasy muffled by the delectable treat in front of her. Her legs quaked and shivered, her body pulling desperately against her restraints to no avail. Unable to escape she simply collapsed, shattering under the weight of her sexual punishment. Uncaring of her predicament, the machine continued to pummel her holes, and Sara felt like she was going to pass out from the intensity of it all.
"Aw, fuck yeah," Amy moaned, grinding her hips against Sara's face in order to coax her tongue back to life. "You love it when you don't have any control don't you?"
"Uh huhhh..."Sara's muffled voice sounded almost drunk, and a sadistic smile spread across Amy's face. She thumbed the machine's control, increasing the pace and strength of its thrusting and savored the surprised squeal from between her legs as Sara's entire body tensed back up.
"You just wanna be a little fuck doll, don't you?"
"Y-yesssss!"
"You love it when someone takes control and just uses you don't you?!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Amy hit another button, changing up the pacing of the two thrusting pistons so that they alternated in and out, ensuring that Sara was always being thrusted into, and from the way her moaning went up in pitch, it seemed she approved of the change.
"Is that why you like Lucas so much? Cause he could just force you to take him and there's nothing you could do to stop it?"
"Oh god yes! Fuck! It's so deep!"
"And those boys in the alleyway yesterday? That why you liked giving it up to them? You like feeling like you don't have a choice don't you?"
