The Bimbo Tails Of Daisy Duwell Ch 03

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The Bimbo Tails of Daisy DuWell 03

Sweat and Succor on the Stained Stripper Stage!

The early rays of the sun begin to pierce the darkened room. Alyssa lies sprawled out on the queen bed, having long given up on having her own bed-- after months of Daisy just joining her in her bed, in the middle of the night.

The feeling of a warm mouth engulfing her cock isn't a new sensation, with its accompanying slurping sounds that are becoming clearer to Alyssa, who is awaking to her lover, Daisy, sucking her cock affectionately, using her tongue to bathe her lover's tool, with a playful glint in her eye.

Daisy runs her tongue along the underside of Alyssa's cock. "Hey sexy, I'm so horny, baby, I, like, totally need your cock right now, baby."

With a grin, Alyssa moans, feeling Daisy's mouth engulfing her cock in her warm mouth. "Oh fuck, Daisy, baby, that feels so... fucking good... oh god... oh fuck, just like that."

Daisy, nude, begins sliding up Alyssa's body, feeling her lover's cock probing her sopping hole.

Alyssa teases the bimbo blonde, slipping just the tip of her cock into Daisy's soft, wet, tight hole. Then plunging her throbbing dick deeply into Daisy's velvety fold, Alyssa is surprised. "Oh fuck, babe, do you have that vibrating butt-plug in your ass, you kinky bitch?"

Wiggling her hips, riding Alyssa's cock, with her enormous tits bouncing free, Daisy answers, "Oh yeah, babe, like totally, I have it up my ass. I was so fucking horny I've been masturbating for like a half an hour, and sucking your cock, trying to see how long you'd stay asleep."

Alyssa, knowing what a sexual deviant Daisy is, reaches up and pulls Daisy's nipples down, so every time she rises, she pulls on her nipples determining how hard they are l pulled on.

"Oh, Ally, please... please pull my nipples... I'm a bad slut who needs to be punished, baby... oh fuck, yes, just like that baby..."

Alyssa, pulling the nipples into a torpedo-like shape, can see the sexual gratification blossoming on her lover's face. Daisy, feeling a new level of sexual frenzy overwhelming her, drives her hand into her pussy, furiously rubbing her very erect clit.

"OH... OH... OH... Allieeeee... fuck me, baaybeeee..."

Alyssa, grunting, thrusts harder, pulling Daisy down harder on her cock by her hips; when Daisy rises, she is pulled to come back down on Ally's member.

"Oh shit, oh shit, Daisy. Do you have that vibrating butt-plug shoved up your ass? I feel something vibrating on my cock deep inside you."

Daisy is riding Alyssa like she would a mechanical bull. "Oh, uwu, yesssss... Allieee! I shoved my favorite toy in my tight ass before I started sucking your cock... oh, fuck me, baby!"

Alyssa fucks Daisy, pumping furiously. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck me, you bleached-blonde-bimbo bitch."

Daisy, having been pleasuring Alyssa for quite some time, knows Alyssa loves finishing between her giant tits, shooting her cum on Daisy's face. Dismounting from Ally's cock Daisy begins using her tits to jerk Daisy's now-well-lubed cock between her tits.

"PULL MY NIPPLES ALLY, PLEASE!!!!!"

Reaching down, Alyssa pulls sharply on Daisy's very erect pink nipples, feeling her own orgasm explode between Daisy's massive cleavage covering her face in cum. Daisy's own sexual climax explodes from her own pussy, causing her to collapse into her lover's arms

"Morning sex with my Ally is simply the best."

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The parking lot to the TenderLoin is very different than it had been last night. The jeep pulls right into a spot near the front door, and is attended to by a rather large man. Hopping out of the jeep, Alyssa lands on her platform boots, in her short, black tank-top, her long black hair tied in a braid; her purple skirt fluttering, her cute peach butt swaying, as she approaches the door.

Followed by Daisy, in her hot pink tube-top and denim short shorts. Her platinum blonde hair is in pigtails, as she steps out of the jeep in her four-inch heels wrapped to her knee. Daisy, still energized from the morning sexcapade, does a happy little spin. "Hey, sexy. So why are we like coming back here? Like are you gonna let me work the glory hole for a bit!?!"

"Cayenne, the owner, asked us to come back by here before we left town. I think she might have some answers about breaking the curse on you; that's, at least, what she's alluded to."

Daisy does an excited bounce. "Come on, Ally, like what are we waiting for? Let's go meet Cinnamon."

The large man at the door corrects Daisy that it's Cayenne, not Cinnamon, holding the door open for the girls. Just inside, a very Lilith-looking goth girl greets them.

"Welcome ladies, Mistress Cayenne is waiting for you."

Giggling, Daisy replies, "Oh my, Mistress Cayenne, I do hope she's hot."

"Well, Mrs. DuWell, my name's Kay, and yes, Mistress Cayenne is very hot. If you'll follow me please, I'll take you to the mistress."

Alyssa slips an arm around Daisy's waist, more of a precautionary measure to keep Daisy from wandering off. "After you, Kay."

Leading the couple through the club, coming up on the main stage, a older mature woman is locked in a stockade getting fucked by a machine, pumping in and out of her pussy and ass.

Daisy is becoming fascinated with the spectacle happening on the stage. The woman is just getting plowed by the machine; Daisy asks what's going on with the woman on display.

Kay stops, turning to face Daisy and Alyssa. "Her husband found out she was cheating, so her husband brought her to Mistress Cayenne for punishment. He feels a lying, cheating whore needs to be dealt with, and a rather large sum of money has convinced the Mistress to assist the gentleman."

Hearing Kay explain the woman's predicament causes Daisy to become excited. "Oh Ally, Kay, can I please play with her? I'd love to play with her. I can do a really good job making her climax and she can pleasure me, too."

Kay does her best to hide her smile. "I don't see why not, but there's a couple of rules you must follow, Daisy."

Turning to Alyssa, Daisy begins pleading with Alyssa to let her play with the woman on stage.

Kissing Daisy on the cheek, Alyssa relents, "Ohh-kay, babe, but when it's time to leave, it's time to leave-- no temper tantrums or whining."

Gleefully clapping, Daisy makes a happy noise.

Kay struggles to hide her smirk to maintain that cool-aloof-goth-chick vibe. "All right, Daisy, remember that there are a couple of rules?"

Daisy nods her affirmation.

"Good girl. First, you can't free her from the stockade. Second, you can't remove her from the machine. You may turn it off, but you can't remove them from her holes. Third, you are not to ask her name, and she is not to say her name. She is a slut, and that's what she needs to be addressed as, got it?"

Daisy, addressing both women, replies, "Yeah, like absolutely. Ally and Kay, I can follow both of your rules." Skipping off to the stage, Daisy is fascinated by the machine that's pumping in and out of the secured woman's most intimate holes.

Daisy is so transfixed with the machine that's pumping in and out of the slut's pussy and ass, she is completely oblivious to the Asian woman attending the bound woman.

The Asian woman motions to a table next to the bound slut. "Why don't you play with this slut using some of these toys."

With a mischievous glint, Daisy's eyes light up taking in the many different instruments of both pain and pleasure. Daisy then carefully runs her hand over the bound woman's ass.

The attendant grins at Daisy, and in a sing-song-style voice, says, "Oh, Daisy, do you want to play with this poor unfortunate soul? If you tease her and play with her, you'll be doing Mistress Cayenne a huge favor."

Daisy, clapping in enthusiasm, cheers, "Yeah, like I'll totally help with punishing this slut."

The attendant takes Daisy by the hand. "Now remember, no matter what she says, you're to spank, rub, pull and play with her to your heart's content. She's been a very bad girl."

Having free rein over a completely helpless woman has a certain allure to Daisy; it's driving a sexual excitement deep in her pussy, her own wetness beginning to grow. Daisy picks up a riding crop, slowly creasing the mature woman's very soft, jiggly ass with a firm swing. The blonde bimbo brings the crop down on her ass with a loud smack, bringing the bound slut out of her dazed state.

"Oh please, please, ma'am, let me go. I've learned my lesson, I'll never cheat again!"

Caressing the red welt that's now forming across the slut's plump behind, Daisy, as if the situation has turned her into a dominatrix, wields the crop with the precision of a master. The blows strike the same spot over and over, much to the screams of the bound slut.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M GONNA CLIMAX AGAIN! PLEASE NO MORE... no more, please!"

Transfixed by the red welt, Daisy runs her fingers over it, feeling the heat rise from her work. Kissing the welt, Daisy coos at how much it must hurt and that the slut should thank her for disciplining her.

Catching her breath, the woman feels the machine slow down after it has assisted in giving her another orgasm. She'd lost count at the number of times she's climaxed. She's allowed water, but it comes out of a cock she must deepthroat, and only if she'll let them put that vibrator to her clit while she drinks.

"Wa... water... wa-wa... water... ma'am, please."

The attendant rolls the cock bottle closer to the bound slut, before handing Daisy the vibrator. "You have to hold this to her clit while she drinks. If she stops, you can pull it away; if she drinks, you place it back on her clit 'til she finishes drinking."

Daisy takes the magic-wand personal massager, waiting for the slut to take the cock bottle in her mouth. Finally getting a good look at the cock bottle, it's a good ten inches long and as thick as a soda can.

The attendant places the tip of the cock to the bound slut's lips. "You know what to do."

With a pained, dry, croaking voice, the woman begs, "Please, may this worthless slut who's only good for the wet holes I have between my legs. I'm just a Fleshlight to be used."

The attendant slaps her with a smack that echoes in the club. "Good slut, very good."

Opening her mouth to take the thick, black dildo deeply in her mouth, Daisy presses the toy to her very erect and red swollen clit. This causes another tremor to shake through the slut's body, which is fighting through the rising pleasure, as the machine also begins picking up speed again; she tries her best to gulp down as much as she can.

With her bent over, her tits sway with every thrust of the machine. Daisy begins suckling the nipples of the woman while she's still essentially being tripled-teamed. The attendant pulls the cock slowly from her bound slut's lips. Daisy, seeing the cock leave her bound playmate's lips, doesn't pull the toy away; instead, she takes the opportunity to begin pulling on the poor woman's very erect sensitive nipples.

"Please stop her, she's still using the toy on my clit, ma'am, please stop." Another climax begins to course through her body.

Daisy, motioning the attendant to switch places with her, addresses the pleading, slobbering mess-of-a-woman, "I'll like totally make you a deal if you wear this."

Daisy reaches for the implements, holding up an alligator clip with a hook on the end. "If you let me attach this and a half-ounce weight to your clit, as you lick my pussy to an orgasm, I'll make sure she takes away the magic wand."

Lost to the constant pleasure being assaulted on her wet, swollen, red pussy, the woman screams an affirmation that she'll do it if they slow the machines down and remove the wand.

"YEAH-esss... YESSSSS... do it! Anything to stop her with the toy... please!"

Daisy runs the clip along the slut's cheek, giving her a full-tongue kiss. Daisy rolls her tongue in the slut's mouth, tasting the water she just drank, still on her moistened lips. Moving to her pussy, Daisy continues dragging the clip along her exposed skin, drawing little hearts and circles, as she gets to her hips.

Daisy runs the clip along her stomach, slowly approaching her shaved pussy and her very erect clit. Slowly letting the teeth of the alligator clip sink into the soft, sensitive flesh of her erect sensitive clit, elicits a guttural scream of a pained, soaked pleasure.

Placing the half-ounce weight to the woman's clit, Daisy lets it drop sharply, causing another guttural moan of pleasure.

"Oh god, please take it off! Please, it feels like it's gonna rip my clit off; please, ma'am, please!"

Setting a stool just at the perfect height for the stockade woman to pleasure Daisy's pussy, Daisy slides her denim shorts down her sexy slender legs, and spreads her legs wide; she begins stroking her hairless pussy. "Hmm, you gonna lick me, slut? You wanna lick my wet, sopping pussy?"

"Oh please, ma'am, please let this nameless fuck-toy lick you to climax, drinking down your excitement; anything to free my fucking clit, ma'am!"

Wrapping her legs around the slut's head, Daisy begins grinding her crotch against her tongue, riding her face like she was nothing more than a sex-toy for her own sexual gratification.

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Entering Cayenne's office, Kay is discussing how excited Daisy seemed to be, playing with the stockade slut.

"Ah, you took my advice, Alyssa, was it? Where is that buxom bimbo Daisy?"

Smirking, Alyssa replies, "She's downstairs, playing with the slut you've got locked in that stockade."

Chuckling, Cayenne grins a fanged grin. "Is that so." Her matching wine red nails begin clacking on her touchscreen keyboard, bringing up the security footage on a monitor hanging in the corner of the office.

"Well now, it seems Daisy is having a lovely time with the bitch downstairs. Hahaha. Well, Alyssa, I've heard rumors of a stripper suffering from the same affliction your friend Daisy suffers from. They both have some of the same signs of the curse, and if you break Daisy's curse, it should also break Dia's curse. Granted, hers isn't as severe as Daisy's, but I'm sure she'd love to live a normal life. Anyway, I hear she's doing a stay in San Antonio, so you can start with the All-Out Club there."

"Well, it's more than we had this morning, so I guess it's, at least, a direction. But I'm sure you didn't give me this out of the kindness of your heart, and it's really hardly anything to begin with."

With a little snicker, Cayenne begins her pitch. "I should have guessed the person holding a bimbo's leash would be shrewd. It's like this-- your girlfriend has the top-two-selling adult films out right now. I've got two scenes now of her performing, if you'll grant me permission. I'd like to offer you a percentage of the sales of said video being exclusive to my club."

"That's sounds like a fair deal. We will also use your connections and name for introductions to other characters, like yourself,"

Cayenne furrows her brow, extending her hand. "Then, it's a deal."

Alyssa grasps her hand, honoring the deal; Cayenne sends her power marker into Alyssa's own magical aura. "There, you now have my blessing wrapped into your own aura; others will know you are in business with me."

Alyssa agrees, feeling the new power flowing along her own. "Why do I feel I'm getting the better end of this deal."

A mischievous smile graces Cayenne lips. "I see a lot of potential in you, young witch; your future is bright and having you indebted to me isn't such a bad tradeoff, granting you my protection."

Alyssa smirks, "I had a feeling it was something like that. I'm gonna get my wayward girlfriend and hit the road-- San Antonio seems to be our destination."

Approaching the stage, Alyssa notices Daisy is grinding her pussy into the poor woman's face and enjoying every second of it. Alyssa slips her slender arms around her buxom blonde's shoulders, nibbling her neck playfully.

"You ready to go, my beautiful blonde bombshell?"

"Awww, okay, Ally." Untangling her legs from her toy's head, Daisy jumps into Ally's arms. "Fuck me now and forever, my love."

Laughing at Daisy, Alyssa grabs her discarded shorts. Leaving the club, Daisy's bare ass wiggles, on its way to San Antonio to find Dia.

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Alyssa pulls the trusty Jeep into a gas/roadhouse called Homer's.

"Hey Ally, why are we stopping, like, here? There was a Beavers, like totally, ten miles back."

Stretching a bit, Alyssa flicks her braids back behind her. "Amanda mentioned this place to me and that we might get some more insight on the magical world, and maybe even your condition."

Daisy twists her pigtails. "Wow, really? That's amazing." Daisy finally notices the woman at the door is a Lamia. Daisy is shocked that there's a real life Lamia hosting the dinner.

"Holy cow, Ally, what is she!"

Alyssa grabs her lover, covering her mouth. "Babe, let's not look stupid, okay? Let's be cool, okay, like one of the pink ladies from Grease; kinda like Rizzo, got it?"

Putting her arms around Ally, Daisy gives her a playful kiss on the nose. "You got it, babe. I'll be cool, like Rizzo."

Taking her lover by the hand, the couple approaches the Lamia, who seems to be the hostess in charge. Her bright-colored scales are shimmering in shades of purple, along the snake part of her body to the human part, while wearing very intricate jewelry covering her nipples, like a metal bikini and lots of necklaces.

"Welcome to Homer's Roadhouse and Aesop's Ale, table for two?"

Alyssa, still coming to terms with the magical order of the world, asks, "Um, not to overstep, but I love the color of your hair, that green is really beautiful."

Flashing a fanged smile, she replies, "Thank you, aren't you two precious enough to eat, and I love your color as well, that purple brings out your eyes," flicking her forked tongue.

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Giggling, Daisy agrees that the Lamia's hair is absolutely gorgeous, "That top is so sexy I'd love a top like that. Oh, Ally, can I get a top like hers, please, baby."

The Lamia glances over her shoulder, seductively wriggling her tail at the couple with a seductive hiss, "You'd look hot in one, cutie, and you can call me Lannia."

Using the tip of her tail, Lannia playfully strikes Daisy on her heart-shaped rump, drawing a playful 'eep' from her fiery red lips, followed quickly by a low moan and a bit of an encouraging shake of her ass to swat her rump.

Placing two settings down with two menus, Lannia says, "One of our Arachnia waitresses will be with you shortly for drink orders and anything else you may need or want."

An Arachnia waitress approaches swiftly on her spider legs, her human female torso and head pops her gum, introducing herself, "Welcome to Homer's, my name is Charlotte and I'll be your server tonight."

Alyssa takes in the sight of the Arachnia, her tanned skin is dressed in a white server's blouse, with her name tag reading 'Charlotte'. "Hey, Charlotte, I'll have a Pep Orange and my girl, here, will have a Shirley Temple. "

With the click of her pen, Charlotte lets the girls know that even though there are menus, "if you don't see it on the menu, feel free to order it-- we have a pair of mages who work as prep and sous chefs."

The girls simultaneously blurt out, "No way!"

Giving a wink, Charlotte replies, "Yes way, ladies, and we also have a Typhon named Bob as the head chef, he's really a cook, but thinks he's the next Gorgon Ramsay."

Daisy turns her head to the left. "Like, don't you mean Gordon Ramsey?"

Shaking her long green hair, she replies, "Nope, Gorgon taught Gordon everything he knows, but he didn't teach Gordon everything Gorgon knows-- he's got a posh restaurant in New Orleans."

Alyssa, knowing her girl's usual order, begins, "Well, Lannia, I'll have the Philly cheesesteak and my lovely companion loves the chicken parm."