5.24 – Pet IV/V
Natalie sank into the plush couch, letting her eyes fall shut as she focused on the feeling of Sofia''s mouth around her cock. The wet heat enveloped her, an intense, exquisite sensation, made all the more intoxicating by the fact that it was <em>Sofia</em> on her knees.
Perfect, refined, untouchable Sofia. The haughty princess who had looked down on Natalie for so long was now meekly pleasuring her, tentative licks and kisses exploring the tip of her stiff cock. Natalie curled her fingers into Sofia''s long white hair, anchoring herself in the moment. She could hardly believe it was happening—however much things had been leading up to this.
"That''s it," Jordan murmured, her voice a sultry encouragement in Sofia''s ear. "Nice and slow. Use your tongue."
Sofia shivered, heat coloring her cheeks. She obeyed without protest orment. Her tongue swirled experimentally around the sensitive head, and Natalie panted as she watched, the lewd sensation shooting bolts of pleasure through her.
"Like that," Jordan purred, one hand trailing down Sofia''s back. "You''re doing great. Maybe … try a little more, though?"
Sofia, again, obeyed. She sank lower, venturing past the tip. She engulfed an inch of Natalie''s throbbing cock, mouth closing around her. Her tongue pressed and massaged along the underside as she explored. She looked up at Natalie through longshes, blue eyes uncertain but lust-filled, darkening by the moment with her building desire.
Natalie reveled in the sight. Having Sofia on her knees, willingly pleasuring her, was intoxicating in its own right—to say nothing of the sensation. Her fingers threaded into Sofia''s hair a bit tighter, and she guided the girl into a slow, steady rhythm, encouraging her up and down, but not too firmly. Not taking over. Letting Sofia keep control.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Princess," Natalie whispered. "You''re a natural cocksucker."
Sofia flushed, but, unlike how she might have before, didn''t protest—didn''t re. If anything, Natalie''s words spurred her on. She took Natalie deeper, another inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. It was a sight Natalie never thought she''d get to see—and yet, here it was. Quickly turning Natalie''s brain to mush.
"You''re being <em>such</em> a good girl," Jordan cooed, her fingers trailing teasingly along Sofia''s skin. "You like it, don''t you? Having your Master''s cock in your mouth?"
A muffled noise escaped Sofia—almost a whimper. Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she lost herself in the act, tongue dragging along the underside of Natalie''s cock, sucking away. She didn''t try to take too much too fast, keeping it slow and exploratory. But there was no denying her building enthusiasm. She was clearly beyond the fake outrage and the denials that normally came with ''the bet''.
She''d lost herself. In Natalie''s cock. Like a good pet.
Natalie savored the moment. It was so much better than she could have imagined. Sofia''s shy, inexperienced exploration was somehow more erotic than if she''d dived right in with expert movements. Natalie was obviously her first—and that fact thrilled through her.
"Your mouth feels so good," Natalie murmured in encouragement. It was the truth. It was taking serious effort to keep her hips still—to not im more of Sofia, forcibly.
From Sofia''s side, Jordan smirked at the two of them, clearly enjoying the show, her curves pressed indulgently into Sofia''s shoulder. Her hand traced teasing patterns over Sofia''s bare skin, caressing and groping her as she pleasured Natalie.
"I think our pet likes this," Jordan said to Natalie. "Look how hard she''s working. And that expression on her face … do you think she can even hear us, anymore?"
Sofia groaned softly into Natalie''s cock, indicating that yes, she could—and that their taunting was fueling her arousal, sending her deeper into that pit of lust. She took another inch of Natalie''s. Testing to see how much she could.
"A bit more," Natalie encouraged breathlessly, her free hand on her chest, feeling her mming heartbeat. She didn''t force Sofia down, as she might with another partner. She wanted to let Sofia set the pace. See what she would do without too much prompting from her.
And Sofia seemed eager to please, growing more so by the moment. Natalie could almost see the girl''s head spinning. Growing cock-drunk. Natalie nearly went dizzy at the realization. Sofia, naked and on her knees, cat ears still perched atop her head, eagerly sucking cock for the first time. Drunk on her arousal for the throbbing erection she was pleasuring. Muffled moans escaping her lips between loud sucking noises. It was nearly too much for her to handle.
"That''s perfect, Princess," Jordan continued murmuring into her ear, teasing her through the process. "We''ll have to reward you, somehow, for being such a good girl. But for now, just enjoy yourself. Give in. This is what you were made for, isn''t it? You''re finally recognizing it."
Sofia''s head bobbed up and down, finding a steady rhythm.
"Fuck," Natalie panted. "Deeper. Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Sofia looked up at her, eyes dark with lust. Obeying, she leaned forward, finally going the distance. Natalie''s cock hit the back of her throat—and, understandably, she gagged, then pulled back coughing. A string of saliva briefly connected her lips to the glistening length of Natalie''s erection.
"Aw, <em>that''s </em>not too much for you, is it?" Jordan teased. "Surely you''ve got more in you."
The taunting did the job. Or maybe just that Sofia wasn''t a person to put in a half-hearted effort. She wrapped her fingers around the base of Natalie''s cock, then started slickening her length with her tongue and lips.
"That''s it," Jordan encouraged. "Get it nice and wet. You''ll get it this time. I believe in you."
Once she''d properly lubricated Natalie, Sofia locked eyes with her, then dove back down. Natalie groaned as her cock hit the back of Sofia''s throat, the tight passage convulsing around her as she fought her gag reflex. Tears sprang to Sofia''s eyes, but she powered through, grabbing Natalie''s thighs for leverage. Slowly, she took Natalie down her throat. She wiggled her way in, throat bulging as it was filled up. Inch by inch, she forced herself toplete her task, hot bliss sliding down Natalie''s cock until Sofia''s nose was pressing into her crotch—buried into her own ck panties, which still dangled there.
"Oh, fuck," Natalie panted. Sofia''s throat. She had eight hard, throbbing inches inside Sofia''s throat. Hot, squeezing, massaging her entire length. But even better than that were the watering blue eyes. Looking up from between her thighs, proud at what she''d aplished. It almost took Natalie apart, right there.
Jordan let out a soft, impressed whistle. "Look at that. Not bad for a beginner." She leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Natalie was right. You <em>are</em> a natural cocksleeve." She rubbed Sofia''s throat. "Look how much is in there."
Sofia briefly hesitated, realizing that her pride in having taken Natalie might be misced. Unbefitting of the image she wanted to cultivate. But then her eyes fogged over—as if she didn''t care. She continued working her throat muscles along Natalie''s length, lifting up, slowly, then going back down, gagging as she stuffed herself full.
She''d clearly given in. Natalie could read it on her face. She didn''t care what her image was; she just wanted to be a good pet. Or maybe she was just lost in the sensation of Natalie''s cock filling her.
Natalie groaned, the realization that Sofia had finally submitted washing through her like its own mini orgasm. Her pet settled into a rhythm, pleasuring Natalie as saliva dripped down her chin with the sloppy effort. Singrly focused on making Natalie feel good, her blue eyes locked to Natalie''s own as she worked.
After nearly two minutes of that exquisite torture, Natalie pulled Sofia off with a pop. Sofia looked up at her with lust-clouded eyes, confused at the interruption, her chin slick with spit.
"Come on," Natalie said, helping Sofia to her feet.
She led the woman over to the dining room table, clearing it with an uncaring sweep of her arm. Magazines and other random items went scattering to the floor.
"Up you go," Natalie directed, grabbing Sofia by the waist and hoisting her up. Sheid the other woman down on the tabletop. Sofiaplied readily, stretching her lithe body out, turning, and letting her head hang over the edge—understanding what Natalie wanted. She parted her lips in invitation. Her reservations were well and truly gone. She just wanted to be Natalie''s cocksleeve.
A pulse of heat went through her at the lewd disy: Sofia, syed out submissively across the table, offering her mouth for Natalie''s pleasure. The proud princess so willing to debase herself, all for the chance to please Natalie''s cock. It was intoxicating.
The vulnerable arch of Sofia''s throat called out to be used, the thin ck choker entuating its delicate lines. Natalie stroked the fabric with her thumb, and Sofia shivered at the contact. She lined her cock up to Sofia''s lips, but paused there, savoring the sight.
"Go on," Jordan murmured. "Fuck that pretty throat. It''s what it''s meant for."
Natalie gripped Sofia''s head, then eased her hips forward, watching inch after inch of her cock disappear between Sofia''s lips. Her attention stayed locked on the ck choker as she pushed deeper, watching the fabric conform to Sofia''s slender neck, bulging outward with each inch Natalie plunged into her. Sofia moaned around her length, and the vibrations shot spikes of pleasure through her.
Fully sheathed, and with Sofia''s lips flush to her crotch, Natalie shivered, luxuriating in her warm sheathe. Then she began to move. Long, deep strokes that had her cock hitting deep inside Sofia on every pass. Sofia choked under the assault, but took the punishment admirably, rxing herself to amodate Natalie''s pace.
"You''re a fast learner," Natalie said through gritted teeth. "Keep it open, pet. Rx. Just take it."
It took only moments before Natalie lost herself in the slick heat enveloping her. She used Sofia''s throat with a single-minded focus. The lewd sounds of Sofia''s gagging filled the room, eight inches of cock stuffing her with a quickening pace.
Jordan leaned against the table, one hand trailing teasingly over Sofia''s heaving chest, then down, resting between her legs. Not ying with her—just cupping her tauntingly. She kissed her neck, feeling Natalie''s cock plunge the flesh outward with each thrust. "Good little fuck toy," Jordan purred to Sofia, kissing her way up, ending with a quick one on the cheek. "Look how wet you are. Is your Master''s abuse really turning you on this much? Can you even hear me?"
Sofia groaned. She sucked and licked messily each time Natalie''s cock withdrew, eager to keep it slick and ready for her next thrust. Her lips were a spit-soaked mess, but her enthusiasm wasn''t waning. If anything, Natalie''s rough treatment was driving her higher, making her squirm atop the table, lithe body trembling in enjoyment.
Natalie gripped Sofia''s hair, holding her head in ce as she started to thrust with abandon. Any lingering restraint vanished as she started toe up against that hot peak. She used the other woman''s throat, seeking pleasure, but almost more than that, victory over that delicate piece of ck fabric.
Sofia gagged with each brutal plunge, throat bulging obscenely, but she didn''t resist or try to pull away. Sheid there and took the abuse. Her lips stretched wide around the girth invading her, trails of drool spilling down her cheeks and face. Her throat convulsed helplessly, the tight passage massaging Natalie''s cock. Natalie''s gaze stayed fixed on the thin ck choker encircling Sofia''s slender neck. She <em>needed</em> to see it snap. Proof of her conquest. Of her domination over the haughty princess''s throat. The idea consumed her.
But despite Natalie''s violent pace, the strip of fabric remained intact. She grunted in frustration. She wanted—<em>needed</em>—to break it. Her cock pulsed, heavy and swollen, demanding release. But she refused to let her orgasm wash over her. Not until she''d won.
Her rough thrusts not quite doing the job, her frustration mounted and mounted. Faster even than her pleasure.
She had an idea.
Her better senses fell to the wayside. Natalie''s carnal desire took over. She <em>had </em>to break that thin strap of cloth. And if her current efforts weren''t doing the job—then she had other options.
Natalie closed her eyes, seized that enigmatic energy inside her, and funneled it toward a skill.
Sofia''s eyes went wide as she felt the change take hold. Natalie sheathed herself hard, mming her hips into Sofia''s lips, then groaning as a bizarre sensation rippled through her. Still lodged deep in Sofia''s throat, Natalie''s cock engorged. Thicker, longer, it swelled inside the tight sheathe, her girlcock squeezing inside Sofia''s strained passage. Sofia''s slender neck bulged obscenely from the inside as Natalie grew and grew, her throat molding Natalie''s hot, expanding length.
Sofia''s gagging grew more frantic, limbs struggling atop the table—but not against Natalie, only in surprise at the sudden pressure in her throat. Her back arched and her hands scrambled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She''d already been having difficulty taking Natalie, so this, she wasn''t ready for. But she didn''t try to pull away. Submitting as before. Like a good pet.
The sight of Sofia allowing herself to be so vited without so much as a protest sent a renewed thrill through Natalie—almost as much as seeing her throat bulge even more outward had. She gripped Sofia''s head, holding her in ce as she pulled back, then mmed her hips forward, plunging her now-improved weapon deep into her tunnel.
Sofia choked wetly, throat straining against the massive intrusion. Natalie moaned loudly as the tight passage rippled along her over-sensitive flesh. The sensation was even better, now. Even tighter. Unbelievably so. She pulled back, watching inch after inch of her cock reemerge—thicker than ever, and coated in a slick mess of spit and drool, a sight to make her dizzy—before plunging back in. Sofia''s slender neck distended obscenely, molding around Natalie''s swollen girth.
The vulgar disy urged her on. She pounded Sofia''s throat relentlessly, seeking the release demanded of her. The lewd sounds of Sofia''s gagging and choking filled the room, interspersed with the wet p of Natalie''s hips against her face. All the while, Sofiay there, still, if tense, allowing Natalie to use her throat like the cocksleeve it was.
Natalie was close, the need for release coiling tight in her core. And the choker was visibly straining under the assault, the flimsy fabric starting to stretch and give in. stic tearing. Natalie was close—in so many ways.
"Just— a little— more," Natalie grunted, each word punctuated by hard ps into Sofia''s face.
Then, finally, it happened.
The thin loop of ck snapped.
Natalie groaned, head falling back. She lost herself. Her mounting orgasm crashed into her, and she buried herself to the hilt in Sofia''s throat. Thick, sticky ropes erupted from her pulsating cock, flooding directly into Sofia''s stomach. Natalie''s mind went nk, drifting away in dizzyingly hot waves of pleasure. She lost herself, humping awkwardly as ecstasy wracked her. The spasming of Sofia''s throat milked everyst drop that Natalie had to give. And Sofia took it, swallowing pulse after pulse of the load.
"Oh fuck," Natalie whined, legs shaking. She held the other woman''s head firmly in ce, prolonging her orgasm as she continued moving her hips forward and back, using her cocksleeve, emptying string after string into Sofia''s abused throat.
The orgasm seemed to go on endlessly, Sofia''s tight passage milking Natalie''s hyper-sensitive cock. She drained herself into Sofia with an indulgence she might never have before.
Then, finally, when her orgasm ebbed, Natalie withdrew her still-pulsing cock from Sofia''s throat. The swollen length emerged inch by inch, coated in a slick mess of spit, drool, and cum. Sofia gasped and coughed wetly as her airway was finally freed, sucking in oxygen she desperately needed.
Natalie looked down at the aftermath, her chest heaving. Sofia was, as expected, a mess. Trails of drool streaked her face and down into her long white hair. The snapped ends of her broken choker dangled limply around her slender neck. But, her blue eyes gazed up at Natalie with clouded desire, despite the abuse she''d endured. Even almost <em>admiringly</em>. Like she''d enjoyed it. The crazy woman had actually <em>liked</em> the roughness she''d been used with.
Natalie''s eyes flicked to Jordan. The disy had broken even her persistentposure; she was blushing and wide-eyed. She admired the results of Natalie''s rough throat-fucking with obvious appreciation.
"Well," Jordan finally said. "I think Princess here discovered she likes being put in her ce, didn''t she?"
Sofia was too out of it, still gasping for air from her prolonged throat-fucking, to respond. Her head lolled to the side, dizzily facing Jordan. Jordanughed.
"Look at that expression. That''s how you know you did a good job." She poked Sofia''s cheek, who, again, barely reacted. She panted and heaved on the table, looking dizzy.
Seeing it, a strange urge filled Natalie. Almost … protectiveness, for some reason? Or something else? She couldn''t quite ce it. Regardless, Natalie leaned down and kissed the used woman on the cheek. "You did great," she murmured to her, voice soft. "I''m proud of you."
Sofia''s eyes locked to her own, and for a brief moment, it almost looked like she was going to fight her initial response. But then she gave in—and she started to smile under the praise, almost glowing. After a second of surprise, seeing the reaction, Natalieughed and cradled the girl''s face in both hands. Sofia leaned into her, happy for the touch. That odd feeling surged up even more powerfully than before, and Natalie kissed her again.
Jordan was right.
They were going to have a proper pet in no time.