Emily took one of Brittney’s breasts into both hands, putting her mouth to the nipple with just the right combination of tongue and teeth. “Would you like your fuck toy to suck on your perfect tits, mistress?” To say no would mean she might stop, and Brittney was too turned on to let that happen. They sank back down to the bed and Emily’s small frame climbed atop her to continue.
At some point, Brittney realized Emily’s hand had replaced her own at her pussy; few guys she’d been with had ever spent much time on foreplay, and she’d forgotten at the marked improvement in having someone else touching her as opposed to doing it herself. She had just started making the little whimpering noises she’d been teased about by lovers in the past when Emily paused. “Would mistress like her whore to pleasure her pussy?”
Again, Brittney had no choice but to utter a breathy but emphatic “yes.”
“Please tell your human vibrator how you would like her to pleasure you, beautiful mistress.” To clarify her meaning, she suddenly thrust three fingers into Brittney’s pussy, using her thumb on the clit; once Brittney’s vision cleared, she realized Emily had paused and was sensuously licking her lips and waiting for Brittney’s attention to pick up on the availability of her tongue. “I’ll do it any way you want.”
Brittney wriggled her hips to grind on Emily’s hand. “Can you… can you do both? H-hands and mouth?”
Emily smiled, but maddeningly didn’t moved. “Of course your slut can, mistress. Not that her feelings matter, but she would be happy to. If you wished.”
After a moment of more wriggling, Brittney realized what was happening. “Do both.”
The brunette shivered, goose bumps appearing on her forearms. “As mistress commands.”
Brittney clutched and fondled her breasts as Emily went to work—compared to the clumsy attention of that high school girl Brianne, she was an artist. She used her tongue with surgical precision, knew exactly when to please and when to tease. “You’re… fucking amazing,” Brittney panted. “Did Ashley… have you… do this… often?”
Emily tensed for just a moment at the mention of that name, but she resumed as quickly until the question was at length finished. “No. Sometimes I would, for master to watch, but she didn’t like me to touch her. At first, I didn’t like it, so she made me do it often to other women she and master would pick.”
Brittney looked down to see Emily grinning slyly. “I never told her that I learned to like it. And with a body like yours…” She took a slow lick across Brittney’s slit. “Mistress even somehow tastes as good as she looks.”
Brittney smiled. Sincere or no, it was nice to be flattered a little—and weirdly, hearing it from a woman felt better than from a man. From the way she dove into Brittney’s pussy, she sure felt sincere. She didn’t stop when she brought her new potential mistress to her first orgasm of the day; in fact, once Brittney had crested the wave and was coming down, she felt Emily’s spare finger teasing at her other hole, but not entering.
“What… what you doing?”
“Nothing, unless mistress wishes me to,” Emily said, moving her pinky in small circles at Brittney’s little bud.
“Do it,” Brittney said. Emily sighed happily, and Brittney noted again how excited her commands seemed to get the poor girl. Unable to do anything else to please her under current circumstances, she used her only avenue. “Do it slut,” she amended, forcing out the last word.
Emily full-on groaned now, then obediently slid her pinky into Brittney’s ass, her mouth a moment later puckering to accept her new mistress’ clit. This time, Brittney came with her thighs clamped hard around Emily’s face, squealing in unfeigned bliss.
“Would mistress like her living sex toy to keep going?”
“Yes!” Brittney cried, her back arching in the after-shocks of her last orgasm. “Yes, you little, um, whore!” It felt wrong to say, but Emily made a noise that told Brittney how right her words had been received. Brittney could even feel the slender girl’s body quivering after.
“Yeah, keep eating me, you… hussy!” Hussy? Who says ‘hussy’ any more? Regardless, Emily responded to it, and Brittney wanted to make her happy—so she continued, forcing out each command, each scrap of bossiness and abuse.
“Don’t you dare stop eating my pussy!”
“If my c-cunt isn’t satisfied you’ll be down there all day.”
“You’re going to be my playmate from now on, so get used to being down there.”
“Lick my slit like the good little fuck toy you are!”
Only Brittney’s voice finally broke in the middle of that last one, and Emily looked up—trembling in excitement—to find her wincing in discomfort. “Is something wrong, mistress?” she asked, her mouth and chin glistening guilelessly with Brittney’s cum.
“I’m sorry Emily, I just… I’m not a dirty talker. I don’t mind when other people do it to me,” she added quickly, “but… I just suck at it.”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “Then why were you trying so hard?”
“You, um, seemed like you enjoyed it. You doing such an amazing job, and you didn’t seem like you were ever going to stop—”
“Mistress had not commanded me to stop. In fact—”
“—I know, I know. But I just wanted to… I dunno. Make you happy too. It’s not my way to just lie back and let someone pleasure me without giving back.”
“You… want me to get off? By talking?”
Brittney chuckled self-consciously. “Yeah, I guess it sounds pretty stupid when you say it out loud.”
“It’s not. You… actually might have been pretty close. I, um, have some weird issues—you might have noticed.”
She smiled. “Well, can I…? I want to give back to you.” Brittney sat up, moving herself closer and putting a hand high on Emily’s thigh.
Emily smiled thinly. “Another weird thing… I don’t really get turned on by girls doing stuff to me, just when I do it to them. But,” she said as she saw Brittney’s dejected expression, there is something you could do….”
Emily told her. “That’s… insane. And horrible. Oh my god, you poor dear.”
“Insane and horrible is about right. Will you do it though? You don’t have to, of course. If you can pull this off, getting back with DJ, and you talk him into taking me back, that’ll be all the thanks I could ever need. Not that I need thanks, since… well, in that scenario, that makes you my mistress, like, for real, but…”
Brittney wanted to disagree, insist she would never be part of something like that—but if DJ wanted it, she wasn’t such a bitch that she’d get in his way. She wanted to say she would tell him all about Emily’s situation, certain he would make things better—only she knew how that would devastate him to know he’d been party to that, and Brittney could never bring herself to hurt him that way either.
“All right,” she said instead. “I’ll do it.”
Emily smiled and settled into her bed, legs spread wide, fingers immediately finding her pussy. Brittney kneeled down beside her, leaning right down in her ear. She took a deep breath, quieting all the mixed feelings in her heart and deciding that for now, if this brought this poor tortured woman a little respite, she’d do anything.
She waited until Emily had settled into a good rhythm, the little shlick shlick sounds from her fingers blending with quiet moans. Brittney took a deep breath, and gave her fuck-toy-to-be what she wanted.
“DJ loves you, and you’re his good, good girl,” she whispered.
She’d been prepared to go on like this—she’d figured it’d take a while, and at most she’s just be an aid to Emily’s fingers. Instead, the girl’s knees curled up into the air and she howled in an orgasm that went on for thirty seconds, stopping only to refill her lungs.