For a moment, Ami contemplated using her safeword, but somehow, it felt like that would be a failure in merely the first test. Instead, she nodded, fixed her gaze on where Jenny's pussy tightly gripped Kurt's throbbing cock, and replied, "Yes, Master".
"Good," Kurt replied, before turning back to the man behind her, "Feel free to use my slave's pussy."
Ami could hear him kick his pants off and kneel behind her, and winced as he roughly grabbed each of her buttocks with a firm squeeze before spreading them apart. Even without looking, she knew he was hungrily inspecting her moist pussy, and, in an effort to retain her composure, focused completely on where Jenny and Kurt joined. But even watching Kurt's shaft plunge deep into Jenny's tight hole couldn't suppress her surprised gasp as she felt Hipster Douche's finger slowly and firmly trace along her slit before disappearing. Even amid the sounds of her friends' fucking, she could hear him suck on his finger with the theatrical flair of a TV chef.
"Mmmmm, this fruit is definitely ripe," Hipster Douche proclaimed, and Ami barely repressed a shudder knowing that not only was he going to fuck her yet again, but that this time, she couldn't even really blame the cards; she had chosen to submit to Kurt, to give up control of her own body, and allowed him to offer her pussy like a mere party favor. And he has given her pussy to this smug jackass.
As Ami continued to focus on Jenny and Kurt, she felt a hand pressing down on the base of her spine and the hot touch of Hipster Douche's cockhead to her moist folds, and she gritted her teeth as he aligned himself, awaiting the imminent penetration. She had a fleeting moment of hope as he paused, only to feel him press forward. She grimaced as his cock pushed her folds aside, and as he continued to slowly but relentlessly push forward, stretching the walls of her pussy apart with his intrusion, it took all of her willpower to stifle a groan. Finally, he came to rest, buried deep in her pussy, and Ami could feel the heat and throbbing of his cock through her inner walls.
She felt Hipster Douche place his hands on her hips, once again clearly intent on controlling every motion of her submission, and began to slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained, and then began to thrust into her once more. Again she struggled against the pleasurable sensations of a cock plunging into her, biting her lip in silence as she watched Kurt and Jenny's hedonistic display. Again he withdrew, and again he plunged in, faster and faster as she struggled to retain composure. The sight of Jenny riding the cock she so desired had become a mockery of her degradation. Each bounce of Jenny's ample breasts as she rode Kurt made her conscious of how her own tits, dangling beneath her, jiggled from the motion of Hipster Douche's thrusts. Every time she watched Kurt's impressive cock plunge deep into Jenny's moist hole, she seethed at the feeling of her pussy being used. She had let her lust for Kurt's magnificent tool blind her, and now she was on her hands and knees while a man she would gladly shank with a broken beer bottle treated her pussy as his personal fuck-hole and soon, she was sure, his cum-dump.
"Now this...grumpy slave...won't do," Kurt announced between thrusts, "Tell him...how much...you like it."
"Please, Master, noOOOO!" Ami's plea turn into a cry of pleasure as Hipster Douche interrupted with a powerful thrust. As her cheeks flushed at her body's betrayal, Hipster Douche laughed.
"Let him hear...slave," Kurt responded, trying to hold back as Jenny's tightness tried to milk his cock, "And don't...fake it...I'll know...Good slaves...get a reward."
Ami's eyes narrowed with a mix of suspicion and anticipation at the mention of an unknown reward, and, after a moment's consideration, relented. She knew that is she tried to speak, her loathing of the bastard currently filling her pussy with his cock would be impossible to conceal. Instead, she simply tried to relax, open her mouth, and focus on feeling. In spite of her disdain, Hipster Douche's fucking was more than passable, and the feeling of his shaft thrust into her pussy, stretching her walls, was enough to elicit a moan of pleasure. Having allowed herself this small vocalization, she began to gain in volume, until she groan in pleasure each time his cock sank deeply into her. In the back of her mind, she knew what a sight she must be, on her hands and knees, servicing a man she hated and moaning like a whore as he used her pussy, but she kept herself focused on the sensations and the promise of a reward.
Before long, Hipster Douche's thrusts became stronger, deeper, faster, and slightly erratic, and Ami knew what was in store. Finally, he pulled her hips back powerfully against his, driving his cock home up to the hilt, and she felt his shaft pulse and squirt his hot seed deep into her pussy. She could feel each separate squirt, feel its heat as it poured into her. Finally, he finished and withdrew, collapsing backwards, leaving Ami still on her hands and knees, her pussy suddenly empty, feeling his cooling cum drip out of her well-used hole.
In front of her, Jenny and Kurt were in a similar state, his hips bucking in the chair as he plunged as deeply into Jenny's hole as he could. With a passionate moan, he pulled Jenny's hips down, and Ami watched his balls contract and spasm as he filled her to her audible delight. As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed backwards, while Jenny remained on his cock, sealing in his cum. Ami watched, fervently hoping she would get to clean his cock, anything to get her lips around his magnificent meat. After catching his breath, Kurt lifted his head to look at Ami.
"Very good, slave, and now for your reward," Kurt announced, "I'm afraid I've left a bit of a mess for you to clear up. Inside Jenny."
As Ami tried to take in the meaning of the last two words, Jenny lifted herself off Kurt's still-erect shaft, using her fingers to pinch together her lower lips and prevent any leakage. In a rather undignified waddle, she moved to Ami and laid down on her back in front of her, giving Ami a saucy wink before laying her head back and opening her legs, giving Ami a closeup view of her tender pussy, lips moist and red from a mix of arousal and friction.
Ami gulped, unsure of whether she could do it. Last night, such a thing was the realm of mere curiosity or idle fantasy. Now, Kurt and Hipster douche had watched as her friend had licked her pussy, driving her to a powerful, shuddering orgasm in front of them the first time, and eagerly sucking Hipster Douche's prior load of cum from her pussy the second. Jenny's enthusiasm had quelled any doubts Ami had, and aside from being free from the risk of stubble-burn, it wasn't so different for her than the other times she'd been eaten out by various boyfriends and one-night-stands. But now it was her turn, her tongue that would be plunging into her friend's warm hole, and her chance to taste her flavors, not to mention Kurt's leftover load.
Ami stared, transfixed, as she brought her face towards Jenny's hole, taking in every fold of her pussy lips. She could smell Jenny's scent, subtle yet undefinable, but unmistakable. She glanced up to meet Jenny's eyes, only to see her friend watching here intently and biting her lower lip in anticipation. Glancing back down she could see a faint glisten of Kurt's seed leaking from Jenny's hole, and could barely prevent herself from licking her lips hungrily. Steeling herself, she planted a gentle kiss on Jenny's pussy lips, followed by another and another, each longer than before. Finally, she extended her tongue and gave Jenny's slit a long, slow lick, allowing her tongue to dip slightly between the folds of her friend's pussy lips. Her taste matched her scent, new to Ami but not unpleasant, and certainly better than the taste of Hipster Douche's load. Jenny let her dead drop back with a pleasurable sigh, and Ami, encouraged by her reaction, began to lick her over and over, each time allowing her tongue to probe deeper, each time prompting more audible pleasure from Jenny.
After several passionate licks, she finally reached her ultimate prize as she tasted Kurt's cum mingled with Jenny's juices as her tongue slipped past Jenny's hole, prompting a loud moan from Jenny. Another lick, another taste of his seed mingled with her juices, another moan. Unable to restraint herself, Ami grabbed Jenny's hips pressed her lips to Jenny's slit, driving her tongue as deep into her friend's tight hole as she could. As she tasted Kurt's salty load on her tongue, she heard Jenny cry out in pleasure, her hole spasming around Ami's tongue. Hungry for more, she thrust in again and again, drawing forth as much of Kurt's seed as she could while her friend's delighted cries filled her ears.
But soon, the supply declined, even though Ami was sure more of the delicious seed as inside her friend's innermost depths. She reached behind herself, her fingers seeking her own pussy and slipping inside her well-fucked hole. She could feel Hipster Douche's cum leaking out of her hole, trickling down her thighs and dripping from her pussy lips, pooling on the floor beneath her. In spite of the humiliation of knowing her own hole had been leaking the seed of that asshat, she was also relieved that it was out of her body, and her own juices were once again untainted by him. She moaned into Jenny's cunt as she luxuriated in the feeling of her fingers plunging into herself, but quickly withdrew her fingers as he pulled her tongue out of Jenny's hole. She kissed her way up as her fingers, lubricated with her own juices, caressed Jenny's pussy lips before sliding her fingers deep into her friend's hole. Jenny cried out loudly in pleasure, and Ami could feel her walls tightening around her fingers. Ami began to pump her fingers into Jenny's pussy as her kisses moved up to Jenny's clit, prompting fresh moans. Every few pumps, Ami would withdraw her fingers and lick them clean of Jenny's juices and Kurt's seed before returning to Jenny's throbbing clit and plunging her fingers into Jenny.
