I could feel her as she tried to arch toward me. Her breath was like satin on my wetness. I could smell my musk from here, so I knew she must be awash in my scent.
I slipped a single finger between her legs, teasingly. "Do you like the way I taste, sweet Kira?" I leaned forward, and gently stroked her sweet little nub while keeping my gaze on Master Victor. I bit my lip and he grinned at me.
She whimpered prettily. "Please, Mistress. Please let me eat you. Oh...oh fuck. Please let me drink you."
I rubbed her faster. "What makes you think you deserve it, Kira?"
"I... I don't. Oh, God, Mistress. I don't deserve you. Please... Please, let me service you.
I was rubbing her soft little nub, keeping my eyes squarely on Master Victor. He steadily pumped into her, even as I teased her.
She was starting to wail. "Please, Mistress. You're going...oh, God...You're going to make...make me come..."
"No. I'm not. If you come before I tell you, then we will see about flogging your pretty breasts some more."
She whined. "Please, no, Mistress."
Master Victor smiled at me. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and began fucking her harder, grinning as he did.
"Yes, little Kira. Your come belongs to me and I will say when you can get off. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I grinned at Master Victor, making certain he could see the pleasure on my face as I lowered myself to her mouth.
God, what she could do with her sweet pink mouth.
"That's good, little toy." I rocked myself backwards, sliding my wetness across her probing tongue. She moaned and sighed, her hips rocking against Master Victor's.
"Do you like servicing me, little girl?"
She whimpered, and then moved her mouth away. When she spoke I could feel her straining breath. "Yes, Mistress. I love the taste of you. I love being your...oh...oh, God...your little bitch."
Kira was tied to a small table, which had stirrups for her legs. My Master was between her legs, slowly and powerfully pumping into her. He would wait until she was moaning and fucking herself against him, then he would slow. He had been doing little more than teasing her thus far, but now he was really starting to shove into her.
"Remember, little bitch," Master Victor's words were for Kira, not me. "Mistress ‘Tasia will decide when you come. You will be punished if you disobey."
She was whimpering and moaning. "Yes, Master Victor. Oh...Oh, yes. I am hers. I am my mistress' little whore..." She was panting and writhing, licking me between staccato syllables.
I had never seen it from this perspective before. Usually, I was the one busy on my back or on my knees, biting my lip as Master Victor fucked me until I saw stars. Usually it was me panting and begging. Watching him fuck her was amazing. He held onto her open legs and powerfully thrust himself into her, burying himself in her sweetness. Here, I was able to watch his blissful, intense gaze as he savaged her.
It was fucking amazing. I was going to come, just from watching. I pushed myself downward, grinding against her mouth. She sighed, licking me like a woman starved, like a woman possessed.
"Oh, what a good little bitch you are." I reached behind myself, burying my hand in her bright red hair. I held her mouth on my sweet wetness, moaning her name as she ate me.
Master Victor looked up at me. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming. His gaze sent fire through my body. I felt his connection, like a strand of iron tying us together.
"Is she taking good care of you, little ‘Tasia?
"Yes, Daddy. Yes. Oh, God, I need her tongue." I ground myself against her. I didn't care if I hurt her hair; I didn't care if she couldn't breathe. All I needed in the entire world was to come on her face.
"I'm going to come in your mouth, little toy."
She moaned and whimpered, muffled by my body. But she began licking me faster, her tongue spinning.
Oh, God. God in Heaven.
"Thank you, Daddy." My blue eyes were focused upon him, watching as he fucked her. "Thank you for giving me such a pretty toy."
He leaned towards me. I smiled, and leaned in for his kiss. It wasn't gentle. He took my mouth, like a storm. I could taste whiskey and spice on his mouth. I could smell cedar and sandalwood. As he kissed me, Kira swallowed me hungrily, like a starving woman.
I broke the kiss. My face was inches from his. "Daddy, I'm going to come. Oh... Fuck. I'm going to come on my little slave's face." My voice was a breathy whisper.
He grinned at me. "Wait just a moment, pet. Wait for me, and I'll come inside her." His breath caught as he said it. Kira made muffled noises, wordless sounds of begging and need.
"I..." God, her mouth was well trained. "I don't know if I can wait, Daddy." Already, my insides were starting to clench as white fire spread from Kira's tongue into the pink heat of my desire. I bit my lip.
"Just... Oh. Oh, fuck." His eyes drifted closed as he fucked her harder. "It's... OH, oh ‘Tasia...”
Then his mouth was on mine again.
He took what was his.
He was our master, our God.
He was a storm on a moonless night.
His body jerked and he moaned into my mouth. As he began pumping liquid heat into Kira's pretty pink little pussy, I started to come on her face.
I wanted to speak, but couldn't. I moaned against his mouth. I mewled, I begged. As my orgasm raged, I trembled, bathing Kira's fair skin with my nectar.
It was everything I ever was. It was the dreams of everything I wanted to be. I tried to cry out, to sing songs to God, to scream my Daddy's name, but he held me. He held me and kissed me and I could only whisper into his mouth. I could only moan and make Kira drink me while he fucked her, while he pumped his seed deep into her body.
It lasted longer than anything ever had.
When he stopped kissing me, his eyes were bright. They were like a raptor's, holding me. While still inside her, he reached down and gently rubbed her pink button. She gasped and moaned underneath him.
"Daddy...Mistress...please. Please let me come. Please let me show you what a good girl I can be."
I swung a leg down, and stepped to the ground, straightening my dress. My legs were trembling, my breath shaky. Still, I turned and kissed her, tasting my salt on her lips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Master Victor toying with her sweet bud. As I kissed her pretty mouth, I looked into her bright green eyes. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced.
She broke the kiss. "Please, Mistress? Please may I come for you?"
I loved the sound of her begging. I traced my fingers along her stomach, until I found one breast. Pinching her nipple, I kissed her again. She moaned hungrily.
This time I broke the kiss. I was whispering, inches from her face. "No, baby girl. You can't come, not yet."
She whined. "Please? Oh...Oh Mistress, I need to come."
I silenced her with a finger to her lips. Obediently, she began to suck on it.
"No, little one, you don't come yet." I glanced at Master Victor, who gave me a nod. When I caught her eye again, my gaze was steel.
"We have a lot of play left. You won't come for a good long time."
I thought she was going to cry.
2
I had never fisted anyone before in my life. Then again, I had never topped anyone before Kira, and that seemed to be working well. We left her on the table, writhing and pouting, while Master Victor took a word with me.
"Your hand needs to be well-lubed, and she needs to be aroused." He laughed. "More than aroused. She needs to be starving for it. That's what we've done here. A woman's mind will think that she can't take a person's fist. You have to let her body convince her."
He was holding a generous bottle of sweet oil. I nodded, trying not to get distracted by the smell of him, by the music of his voice. He was the sun in my sky, and all I wanted to do was bask in him, for the rest of my life.
He was looking at me, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, Daddy." I blushed. He slowly grinned, realizing I had been caught in him.
"No time now, baby girl. We need to take her while she is ripe." He caressed my face. “Start slowly. VERY slowly. Start with a few fingers of your hand. I will let you know when she needs more.
"Yes, Sir." I pooled the warm oil into my hand. He leaned over and kissed my brow.
"That's my pet."
Within moments, Master Victor was back at the head of the table, caressing Kira's pretty face. "Ready to be a good girl for us, little one?"
Her eyes were half lids as she looked at him, but they still burned with green fire. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be good."
"Then you can clean me. Be a good little toy and see if you can make Daddy get hard again."
She grinned. "Yes, Sir."
As he moved to her pretty mouth, she sighed with satisfaction. Her sweet pink tongue reached for the tip of him, and he ran his fingers through her hair. Her moan was muffled as he eased himself into her mouth.
"There's a good girl."
The sounds of her wet sucking were her only response.
I had my entire hand oiled, although I had no doubt- I would eventually need more. Neither of them was looking at me, and I was glad. I was uncertain, here. I wasn't the slave, and no one was telling me what to do. I had hoped that Master Victor would give me more direction than he had, but he had...
Had left me.
No, that wasn't it, not exactly. He hadn't abandoned me. I was certain that if I asked him, he would direct me, would tell me exactly what to do.
No. He was letting me decide how to handle her. He was teaching me, even now.
Kira was still spread wide, her shaved pinkness glistening. I wondered if she knew that even now, as she sucked him that her hips rocked up and down, silently begging to be fucked. I traced an oiled finger along her lush lips, and she moaned around Master Victor's hardness.
"There's my good girl." My voice was soft. I gently rubbed my oiled hand all around her, feeling the heat rise off of her. I oiled her lips, and massaged it into the area around her greatest desire. As I worked her (purposely ignoring her clit), she sighed and mewled and whimpered around Master Victor.
"That's it." He smiled down at her. "I'm going to use your mouth while your Mistress plays with her newest toy...”
Her hips arched upwards towards my fingers, aching and yearning. For my part, I tantalized, teasing the edges of her, sanctifying myself in the fixture of sweet oil, her nectar, and the remnants of Master Victor.
Then, I pushed a finger inside her.
Oh.
She was wonderful. She was the richness of velvet and satin. She was sweetness and drunkenness and a fire in the night.
I had played with women before- many times. Autumn used me most mornings, and Master Victor commonly played with more than one of us at a time. Still, Kira was something special. She gripped me as I pushed my way into her wetness, and her whimpering grew louder. The smell of her was delightful. I love the way women smell, I always have, But Kira was like spring mist in the air, was like the smell of a thunderstorm at dawn. Even with the oil spread across her pretty pink lips, I wanted to drop to my knees and devour her. I wanted to taste the sweetness that came out of her when she came, and wanted to hear the way she begged and screamed while she did it.
I felt a pang, deep in my body, at the thought.
Her hips undulated up and down, rubbing against my hand. Her clit ached for touch. Slowly, I slid my finger in and out of her richness, growing heady from the scent of her in the air.
It was affecting Master Victor as well. He was hard as stone, slowly fucking himself in and out of her beautiful mouth. She laid there, her eyes half lidded, with his hands in her hair. She groaned around his cock, unable to control herself as he took her. His face was pure bliss and she was madly sucking, trying to keep up with the depth he was taking her mouth and throat.
I watched her eyes when I gave her a second finger, and then a third. They drifted closed, and she ground herself against my hand. I couldn't tell how much of her whimpering was for my hand, and how much was for the way Master Victor took her mouth. In the end, it didn't matter. The sounds she made were like burning silver, like a kiss against my ears.
With my left hand, I traced my way along her leg, teasing her. I wove up to her sweetness, and then spiraled around her pink little bud. She gasped, even around Master Victor's cock, and began begging. It was unintelligible of course, but the tone was clear. Her eyes were open, and she looked at me, pleading. I could see her words, dancing in the green fire of her eyes.
Fuck me, Mistress. Please. I need to come for you. I need you to make me scream and beg. I need to leave a puddle underneath myself for you. Oh...
"Do you like that, little slave?" I spun my finger faster, circling on her as I entered her with three fingers. She nodded as well as she could while Master Victor fucked her face. I grinned at her.
"How do you like this?" I pushed four fingers into her, all the while keeping those dizzying circles with my other hand. She mewled for me, shoving herself onto my hand.
"I think she likes it very much." Master Victor pulled from her mouth. "Is that the case, little slave? Do you like what your Mistress is doing to you?"
She panted. "Yes, Daddy. I love...oh...I love what my Mistress is doing."
He leaned closer to her. His voice was soft, just a whisper in her ear. "Are you ready to take her fist?"
"Oh...Oh, Daddy...” She bit her lip. She was clearly uncertain, but her hips spoke volumes. I literally felt her wetness gather around my hand at his words, and she began bucking against me more fervently.
"I remember when our little slave first told me she fantasized about being fisted, ‘Tasia." He cast me a lazy look.
"Yes, Daddy?" I worked my four fingers quickly, drunk on the smell of her, mesmerized by the way her hips moved. She was like an ocean in a storm.
“Her first week here I had an evening with Kira and Amber. Amber, as you know, prefers women."
I did know. I had played with Amber and Victor myself, and she fawned over my dark hair and perky breasts just as much as any man. I nodded.
"Well, Amber spent most of the night on pretty Kira's face while I worked down below. We used her for most of the evening, didn't we, little one?"
Kira's head was lolling back and forth, and she was quietly moaning. "Yes, Daddy."
I focused on her pretty nub, and she bit her lip.
"So before the end of the night, I let Amber have her all to herself. I sat and had a drink while I watched my girls play." He caressed Kira's head. “Amber took good care of you, didn't she?"
It was obvious that Kira was lost in my ministrations. I eased off of her, and gently began to massage lower, nearer her ass. She sucked in her breath and bit her lip.
Master Victor went on, without her reply. "Amber teased little Kira for me, made her cry and beg for hours. Before it was over, it was obvious that she wished she could take Amber's fist, but she really wasn't ready. Also, Amber’s hands are a bit large. For a first time anyway." He kissed her forehead.
"Ohhhh. God. God bless. Please, Mistress. Please." Her begging was like a chant, like music. She looked down on me, and our eyes met. Fire passed along our gaze.
"Not yet, sweet girl." I pushed a finger into her asshole, and she moaned. "I was under the understanding that you wanted to take my fist."
"God...yes." Her begging was animalistic. Her hips bucked against me as I fingered both of her entryways. "Please fist me. Fill me. I want to be so full of you...oh...oh, God... I want to go mad from you. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me."
Master Victor held his balls to her mouth, and she greedily began to lick him, hungrily bathing his softness with her tongue. I pulled my hand from her asshole, and began massaging her nub. Then, as Master Victor started stroking himself over her pretty face, she opened before me. Gingerly, I pushed my fist inside her.
God. She was amazing.
A loud, low, un
dulating moan came from her throat as I slowly began to rock myself inside her.
It was like being wrapped in her, being doused with her scent and wetness. It was so intimate, being this deep inside her, and yet I felt almost entrapped. Her muscles gripped at me, almost hard enough to hurt.
As her moans slowly gave way to short, piercing screams, I began to fuck Kira.
3
There was a rhythm to being the one doing the fucking, a harmony I had never known. I couldn't see the inside of her, but could feel her clenching my arm. I was only rocking a few inches back and forth inside her, but her velvet walls were trembling around me, like the heart of a dove. As she tongued Master Victor, strange little wisps of nonsense came from her pink lips, like moaned stanzas of lost poetry.
"Yes. Please. Oh...oh...always. Always. Yes." She rocked her hips back against me. I pulled away, applying just a touch more oil as she sighed. When I pushed my way back into her, her voice was a low, ragged moan.
"What a sweet little mouth you have, Kira." She was enthusiastically licking him. I admired that. Many of Daddy's girls would get caught in their own pleasure, and forget that they were supposed to be servicing him. Not Kira. Even as I fisted her, rocking back and forth in her pretty pink wetness, she serviced his cock. I watched as he pulled away, and then buried his shaft in her mouth. She greedily suckled on him, as if he were nourishment, as if his cock was what her mouth was made for. Then, he pulled out; using the wetness she had left behind to stroke himself again.
She whimpered, but went back to licking him as my fist worked itself back and forth.
Honestly, I cannot say how long we spent like that. The smell of her was intoxicating, and the feel of her, pulling at me as I fucked her was like a strange dance. All the while, she worshipped my Daddy with her tongue and her moans were a soft litany. Eventually, however, Master Victor broke our fugue.
"I need to come soon." His statement was very matter-of-fact. He pulled back from Kira, and then leaned over to her, cradling her face in his hands. Her eyes were wet. She had been softly crying as I fucked her.
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