Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“You may take it in your mouth,” my master said. “Hands at your sides and head still.”
I heard in his voice a note of urgency that surprised me. I thought it must mean that Master Hendryk’s arousal had reached a point so high that he needed relief—and that my mouth represented his choice for that relief, when Candy’s wet pussy and her tight anus were only a few inches away. I felt a strange, shameful pride to be the possessor of our master’s preferred receptacle.
I opened my mouth wide, and I bent forward a little, with my tongue curled over my lower lip just as I had learned at the Institute. My master’s massive erection swayed a little as he masturbated Candy, but I got it inside my lips, keeping my hands at my sides as he had instructed.
Master Hendryk let out a little grunt of satisfaction. He began to thrust into my mouth hard and fast. I struggled to keep my breathing even, feeling for the first time that my training really could serve me well in pleasing my owner. It wasn’t comfortable, receiving the bulk of his cock that way, knowing I must keep my mouth wide open to give him a pleasant place to fuck, feeling the head of his penis press against the back of my throat over and over—but Master G had taught me how to do it, and I held my head still so my new master could enjoy himself properly.
“Candy,” Master Hendryk said, his voice thick with pleasure, “would you like to try Renee’s mouth?”
Oh, no. He had said he would try to explain. That wasn’t anything like an explanation… that only made my confusion worse.
“Yes, Master,” Candy said in a sob, her tone begging. “Please, Master.”
Master Hendryk pulled my mouth from his cock and turned my head roughly toward the artificial girl’s backside. I gave a little cry as I got a fleeting glimpse of that glistening, fragrant pussy and that tiny pink bottomhole, and then he had thrust my face against it. With his left hand on Candy’s hip he held her steady so that he could use his right, fingers twined in my hair, to press my nose and mouth firmly into the other girl’s most private places. That firm hand enforced my shameful attendance to the wanton need in Candy’s musky tasting vagina, pushing so hard that my face’s cheeks felt her hot little bottom-cheeks rub against them, and my eyes could take in only those well-spanked red globes.
“Lick, please,” Candy sobbed. “Please, Renee.”
I had licked, when Master G made me go down on other girls in my training group. It had been hard for me, as it was for most of the bed girls in training at the Institute, but our trainers told us we wouldn’t have any choice, in the homes of our owners: we would please dominant women and submissive girls as our masters and mistresses chose. If we refused, or showed reluctance, we would receive the harsh punishment we deserved, and then we would do it anyway to avoid more of the strap or the cane or the disciplinary anal plug.
Yet, with my face held against Candy’s pussy and bottom-hole, I couldn’t do it. My face grew even hotter with shame than my bed sister’s hot, wet sheath had already gotten me. I pursed my lips, and I tried to take only shallow breaths so that I didn’t have to smell the shameful aroma of a needy girl’s private parts.
Why? Didn’t Master G teach me how to do this?
My heart sped up as I realized it had something to do with Candy not being real. Was this actually part of Master Hendryk’s explanation? I had prepared—or I thought I had prepared—to serve my owner alongside another girl. But I didn’t know if Candy really was another girl, did I? She seemed so much like a real person, and yet knowing how that ‘realness’ could represent a facade for practically anything actually going on in her mind seemed to make her not only my bed sister but also a terrible symbol of Master Hendryk’s dominance over me.
I whimpered through my closed lips. I felt my head shaking no against the grip of my owner’s fingers on my head, despite my best efforts not to show my disobedience so clearly. Candy let out another sob, one that seemed to hold some gratification thanks to the friction I had provided. With a surge of heat to my face I remembered that some girls even did that, shook their heads like that, when going down on other girls’ needy pussies.
“I can make her lick,” Master Hendryk said in a voice that sent a shiver up my spine with its threat of forceful action.
His right hand left my head. I gave a cry of fear, rearing my head back and starting to turn it, intending to plead with him not to spank me on top of the terribly sore bruises his cane had left at the auction. Candy moaned with need, deprived of the lewd stimulation from my now very warm, very moist face.