by Powerone
“MMMGGLLH!” It shocked her when it happened, not what she expected. The dildo began to cum in her mouth. It wasn’t just any fluid that filled her mouth. It was a man’s or men’s cum. It was thick, salty and acrid. The only thing different was that it wasn’t hot. Buffy must have had men masturbate and give her their cum. Justine had no choice but swallow the thick crème. She didn’t know how much she had to take, as it discharged multiple times in her mouth before Buffy finally pulled the fake cock out.
“Lick it clean.”
Justine had done that too many times and knew what had to be done. She licked up more of the thick crème, and she was forced to swallow it. When she spit it out, it was slick and shiny with her spit.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you.” Buffy loved the power she had over Justine, bound and her ass forced up into the air in submission. With the spread of her legs, her pussy was already open and inviting.
When the fake cock snuggled up against her pussy, it didn’t feel anything like a real cock. It was hard and imposing. The mouth of her pussy already had to stretch around it as it sought to enter her. She felt her pussy snap around the head of the dildo and trap it, but Buffy already began to push in deeper.
Buffy held the dildo by the shaft to keep it from pushing in sideways. She wanted to fuck Justine, not destroy her pussy. The head disappeared inside her pussy, and she began to pull it out. The nodules would begin to work over her pussy as she pushed back in to drive it deeper.
Justine had to take inch after inch of the demanding dildo. Her insides stretched around the imposing girth, and she felt every bump, ridge and nodule rub her soft insides with such harshness. It didn’t take Buffy long before she bottomed out in her pussy. The hard head of the dildo smashed into Justine’s cervix with such authority. Buffy withdrew it immediately, and it rubbed her harshly on the way out. Then, she was back in, smashing into her cervix with more power. Buffy picked up a rhythm with the dildo, but as her thrusts became more powerful, her body smashed into Justine’s ass with painful consequences. It felt as though she tried to drill the butt plug into the depths of her bowels. Both of her holes were being battered.
Buffy loved the feeling of domination over Justine, but she’d give Justine something out of this. She leaned over so that her hand could get between Justine’s legs. She ran her fingers along her slit until she could feel the dildo slide in and out. It was exhilarating, as if the dildo was an extension of her body. She almost forgot her purpose. Her fingers slid back up until she found Justine’s clit. It didn’t take much to coax it out of hiding. She pinched it to make Justine attempt to push back against the tight bondage, but it did make her pussy open up. Buffy continued to pound in her pussy as she began to rub the trapped clit.
The dildo reamed her pussy out. It stretched her to the breaking point. No man had ever been that hard. She bucked when her clit was attacked, but after it was pinched, another woman rubbed the tip of it expertly. She began to feel something that she didn’t expect to get out of this. She welcomed the dildo as her pleasure began to build.
“That’s it, my little bitch. Cum for me.” Buffy would make her cum just as Lily did to her.
Justine never expected to get any pleasure from this, but she was surprised. Buffy was every bit as demanding as a man and Justine had to submit. That included cumming when ordered.
When Buffy heard Justine cum, she unleashed another torrent of cum into her pussy at the same time. She fucked her faster as the dildo rode along the soaking-wet passage with ease.
Justine came explosively. A maestro that knew what to drive her orgasm to the next level played her clit. She came and came until the dildo finally deserted her. Her pussy snapped shut.
“Lick my cock, Bitch. Worship it.”
Her mouth was fed the dripping-wet dildo. She had to gather up the cum that coated it, hers and also the men’s cum. Justine couldn’t do anything as Buffy unleashed another jet of cum in her mouth. She must have emptied it, as Justine swallowed it all.
If Justine thought that Buffy was done, she was sorely mistaken. Justine was taken off the pillory and untied, but she had to administer to Buffy’s pleasure for the next two hours. The butt plug was pulled painfully from her ass hole, but it was replaced by a thin anal probe with a grape-sized ball at the end that vibrated. It hummed away in her ass hole while Justine had to use her hands and fingers to give Buffy her pleasure. They shared a long double dildo, both of them riding it hard.
It wasn’t until they both used a vibrator on each other to make them cum together that it was over. Only then did they return upstairs to drink the rest of the wine.
“I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it,” Justine had to admit.
“I never expected that I’d get such enjoyment at being a dominant with another woman. I do hope you decide to stay. I’d love to get you on your knees with me again, maybe with a man at the same time. You can lick his cock as he fucks me.”
Justine never thought of a man and woman taking her. She couldn’t deny that it made her wet to think about it.
Chapter 11
The Final Mystery
The next two weeks went by quickly. She spent less time in dungeons and more time with people, especially Edward. They had an understanding to define their relationship. It would never be romantic, but it would be Dom and Sub but not exclusively. He’d teach her, but she’d be free to explore other men or women.
Michael was a different story. They couldn’t define it or wouldn’t. He’d told her that he was too old for her, but that didn’t stop him from taking her mouth for the first time. They became better friends than another label that could be put on their relationship. But there was always an undercurrent brewing with them.
Michael showed her around Roanoke, and they ate out often. He was a handsome man, and many women tried to lure him away when they were together. Some of them were the same age as Justine. He had an animal magnetism about him that defied age.
They were having dinner the night before the thirty days were up. “Why were my mother and my aunt estranged?”
“You have a right to know now that it’s time for your decision. You can take the inheritance without living in the house. You can sell it and move away with all the money and live a nice, plain vanilla life. But, I suspect that your mother wouldn’t be happy with that decision. She wanted nothing to do with her sister or her money. Or you can stay in the community and be a part of it. The community is a different world. Your mother wouldn’t be happy with that decision either.”
“Why?” He seemed to not want to tell her why.
“When your mother and aunt were younger, the community was just starting out. The both of them were trying to join the community. Your aunt was more outspoken with her desires. She loved being submissive to any man. That is what made her thrive and live. Your mother was different.”
“Different how?”
“She was the opposite. She was dominating. She didn’t like being subservient to a man. She tried for Sabrina’s sake, but it never was her thing. She never got pleasure from it like Sabrina did.”
“She liked dominating other women?” That surprised Justine. She had a father, and they’d been happily married for decades. Justine never saw any other women around that she could’ve had a relationship with. That would be noticeable as Justine got older and more experienced.
“No, men.”
Justine was so naïve that she didn’t think of that. Her mother was overbearing to Justine and her father, but he accepted it. Could their relationship have something more to it than their personalities? Could their sexual relationship be the same way? She hated to think of her father like that. Justine had seen submissive men and what the women did to them. “Did you ever see my mother that way?”
“No, and that is the reason they parted. The community back than didn’t allow anything but dominant men and submissive women. Over the years, it corrected its problems, as you saw, but it was too late for your mother and aunt. Your mo
ther couldn’t stay. She wanted Sabrina to go with her, but she refused. There was also the difference of opinion over the man your mother was with. Sabrina objected to him strenuously. She blamed him for the way your mother was.”
“What was the name of the man?”
“It’s your father, Jim. Once your mother married him, it made it more impossible for them to reconcile. I suspect that over time that they would’ve resolved their differences, but Sabrina ran out of time prematurely. I think her inheritance to you of everything she owned was her way of reconciling with your mother.”
“So the thirty days was more for me to see my inclinations without my mother’s interference.”
“I suspect that is true, but I can’t say for sure. Sabrina followed your life closely. She always told me the latest news of you as if she was there when it happened to you. She hated that she didn’t have a relationship with not only her sister, but also her niece. Sabrina had many men in her life, but she never married. She was too much of a free spirit.”
That explained more things than Justine wanted to know, but it was too late now. She couldn’t rid them from her mind.
“Have you decided yet?”
“No, but a friend of mine is returning from Europe tomorrow. She is the one that is covering for me while I’m here. My parents think I am backpacking in Europe. Tomorrow, the thirty days are up, so I’m telling my friend everything. Then, I’m going home for a day or two. I’m not sure what I’m going to say or do, but you’ll be the first to know when I return.”
“I hope you consider everything.”
“There is just one last thing I have to do to make my decision.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No, this one I have to do on my own, although my friend might help me.”
Michael was puzzled, but at least she was keeping an open mind. They left the discussion there and talked about small things for the rest of the evening. Michael dropped her off and wished her luck.
Chapter 12
A Test of Domination
With Bridget back, it gave Justine a chance to test one of her choices. She hinted at her inheritance but didn’t mention whether she’d stay there or not.
“I have news, too. I met a man in France, and it’s getting serious. I’ve decided to go back and see how it’ll work out. I appreciate the money you gave me. It allowed me to pursue him, although I’m not sure the word pursue fits what I did. It allowed me to stay in one place and see how the relationship would thrive or not.”
“I’m happy for you, Bridget. You deserve it. Are you going back to France after you visit your parents?”
“Yes, but like you, I’m only going to spend a few days home. I don’t expect the conversation to go well. I’m not sure how I’ll survive in France without being a kept woman, but I have to take a leap of faith.”
“Let’s have lunch before you return. We can talk about your alternatives.” Justine would be able to help Bridget. She didn’t want to let on how much money she had inherited.
She told Bridget of her experiences in BDSM, but she didn’t let on about the community. But, Bridget wasn’t surprised or shocked by her admissions. Are there secrets between us that neither knows?”
“Has a man ever tied you up, Bridget?” Justine hoped that she wouldn’t be offended by her prying question.
“Yes.”
“I was looking for more than a yes or no.” She was curious.
“Okay, but I expect the same from you. He tied my wrists to the headboard, one on each side so they were spread wide. I was already naked, and he was fully dressed. That made it strange, as though he caught me and tied me up.” She waited to see if Justine wanted more, but obviously, she did. “He made me spread my legs and bring my knees up and bow my legs out until my crotch was completely exposed.”
Now, it was interesting. “What did he do to you?”
“He spanked me. He spanked my pussy, and I had to keep my legs open so he could hit my pussy with the palm of his hand. My lips were pulled back, and I could hear the sound of his palm coming in contact with my wet flesh.” Bridget had thought about it hundreds of times. It never happened again, and she no longer kept in contact with the man.
“Did you like it?”
“It hurt,” Bridget answered.
“I didn’t ask that. I asked if you liked it.” There was a big difference, and Justine had found that out.
“Yes, he made me cum when he spanked my pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He never touched me except when he slapped my pussy. I came when he smacked my clit the third time. Each time, it felt like he crushed it into my pelvic bone, but by the time his hand pulled back, it was only pleasure that I felt.”
“I know exactly what you mean. It’s the submission that brings the pleasure, but tonight, I want to test something else I’ve seen. Do you want to go to a dance club in Roanoke tonight?”
“Is some man going to be lucky tonight?” Bridget could see the twinkle in Justine’s eyes. She was going to pick up a man.
“Yes, but I want you to come along. I’ll explain.”
“Is this going to be interesting?”
“I hope so.”
* * *
They were both dressed to kill when they left. Each wore a short skirt, very short, and it molded over their luscious asses. Bridget’s was bright yellow and Justine’s bright red. They wore pullovers to match the skirts, but they stopped just below their midriff. Their belly was naked and tight. They wore matching four-inch heels that drew their legs up as if they went on forever, the muscles drawn taut. Neither wore a bra but had panties, not a thong, although Justine wouldn’t explain why.
Bridget loved driving in the Mercedes, the big sedan this time. Justine didn’t say why, but Bridget suspected they’d have company that night when they left the club. They pulled in front of the club. It was as though they were celebrities. Bridget didn’t know that Buffy had arranged it all. There was a long line to get into the club, but they were ushered in immediately and they had a table reserved for them.
It was Thursday night, but it was crowded. The music was loud and pounding, just the way Justine liked. They got bottle service, and Justine had got used to being wealthy, not even noticing the cost. It impressed Bridget.
For an hour, they walked around, and Bridget followed Justine as if she was looking for something in particular. They had to fend off so many men, but Justine was determined. They did accept a few invitations and dance, but Bridget suspected it so Justine could see the men on the dance floor. Bridget expected they’d take home some exceptional men. They even had a hotel room down the street, a suite in one of the nicest hotels. Justine had done that before she picked up Bridget.
All of a sudden, Justine stopped and pulled Bridget to the side. They were close to a table that had at least a dozen people sitting at it. It looked like a group of employees that worked together that went out for drinks after work or were celebrating something. She saw him, out of place from the rest of them. It looked like he didn’t want to be there. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He looked socially inept. “That’s him.” She pointed him out to Bridget.
“Which one?” She pointed at a man that wasn’t only far from exceptional, but he was barely average. She must be pointing out one of the others.
“The one with the blue shirt and khaki slacks.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bridget was surprised. “If that’s what you want. Let me see if I can find something more appropriate for me.” If Justine wanted him, that was her decision. She must see something in him that Bridget didn’t see.
“No, we’ll both have him.” He saw the shocked look on Bridget’s face.
It surprised her at first, but then, it sounded interesting. “I’m game.”
“Go back to the table, and I’ll be with you soon. Don’t forget, no other man,” she reminded her.
“It better be worth it.”
“I can only guarantee it’ll be a new exper
ience. Even for you,” she teased her.
Brad wished he could leave, but they’d give him a difficult time if he didn’t stay a little longer. He liked all the people from work, but he was uncomfortable with them in this setting. He was the supervisor of most of them at work, and here, it was as though he worked for them. He wasn’t much of a lady’s man, and the people at the table were off limits because of his position. He was standing to the side of the table, nursing his beer.
“Would you like to dance?” Justine purred to him.
He looked over and was startled by her. She was stunning and sexy. Her skirt and top were like a second skin on her body, and she had the longest legs he ever saw. And she was beautiful. There was no way he could keep his cock from getting so hard that it hurt. He looked behind him to make sure it wasn’t someone else that she wanted.
“I’m asking you, not anyone else.”
“Bah, ahh,” he stammered, unable to get anything intelligible to come out of his mouth.
“Is that a yes?” He looked like what she wanted. She’d find out soon enough on the dance floor.
“Yessss,” he finally was able to articulate. She grabbed his hand with a firm grip, but her touch was soft yet demanding as she pulled him away from the table of his fellow workers. He never looked back as she took him to the dance floor. The music was loud and the beat demanding. He was never a good dancer, but all he could do was look at the way her body flowed with the music, as if it was connected. Her hips moved, and her ass undulated as if she was making love to the space between them. He could see the gentle sway of her breasts, and he knew for sure that no bra constrained them. The song was over, but then, it changed to a slower song but still loud with a heavy beat. He was ready to go back to the table, but she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to her. He couldn’t believe his good fortune when she pressed that luscious body up against his. He thought he’d cum in his pants as she moved her hips until her pussy rubbed against his erection. He expected her to be insulted by his erection pushed so boldly against her, but that wasn’t the case.