Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
M elissa
Mandy leaned forward eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped at the first contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. She moaned softly as she began to lick in earnest, her tongue exploring every fold and crevice of my aching sex.
I tangled my fingers in Mandy’s hair, guiding her movements. “That’s it,” I panted. “Right there. Oh, god, yes.”
Mandy’s tongue circled my clit, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in my lower belly.
“Please, miss,” Mandy whimpered, pulling back slightly. “May I… may I touch myself? I’m so close…”
I tightened my grip on her head. My answer came from sheer dominant instinct.
“No, you little slut. My pleasure comes first. If you do a good job, maybe you’ll earn the right to masturbate.”
The sound of my voice, saying the sort of words I would never in a million years have imagined myself speaking… together with the sight of Mandy—her skirt still tucked up, her naughty panties around her ankles, her bottom glowing red, her face between my spread thighs…
A nearly electric shock of need traveled through my whole body. My hips thrust forward of their own accord as with my grip on her head I ground Mandy’s mouth, her nose against my desperately aroused pussy.
Never… I would never, ever… not before I laid eyes on New Modesty Blue… before I got paddled myself… before I met Stuart… got punished by Stuart… got fucked by Stuart…
“Oh, that’s right, Mandy…” I murmured, letting all the lewdness I had hidden so deep come out to play. “That’s it, naughty girl. Make me come, you little whore.”
Mandy greeted each of these filthy utterances with a moaning whimper. I watched, under some wild magic spell of lust, as her hips moved the same way mine had. I remembered something I had seen hanging in the back of the cabinet, when I had gotten the paddle. A kind of harness, with a dramatic attachment that I had registered but pushed to the back of my mind in the moment of getting ready to discipline Mandy. I knew suddenly what she and I both needed, and the knowledge brought on my orgasm like a freight train.
I cried out, and held Mandy’s face against my pussy, jerking my hips so that I could get just the right friction to my clit. I felt like a queen… a lewd princess… a woman who could use another, subordinate woman as her sexual plaything… who could punish another girl and then take my pleasure just as I chose. My sheath clenched hard, over and over, and I felt my arousal coating Mandy’s cheeks as I made her demonstrate her gratitude for my guidance in this shameful way.
Feeling gloriously, royally selfish, I kept holding Mandy’s mouth to my clit as the aftershocks faded and my breathing grew less labored. She kept licking, tenderly, emitting tiny, submissive cooing noises that seemed to make the lingering pleasure even more intense. Finally I tilted her glistening, pink-cheeked face upward to look into mine.
“Good girl,” I told her, smiling softly. “I think I will reward you, but I don’t think I’ll let you touch that sweet little cunt. I think I’m going to fuck you now. Go get the strap-on from the cabinet, Mandy.”
Mandy’s eyes went very wide. Then, visibly shaking with what seemed an impossibly complex mix of fear, shame, and arousal, Mandy crawled across the floor to the cabinet. Her red, punished bottom swayed enticingly as she moved on hands and knees. When she reached the cabinet, she knelt up, wincing as the movement pulled at her tender flesh. With trembling hands, she opened the door and retrieved the strap-on harness.
As Mandy turned back toward me, clutching the harness to her chest, I saw her eyes widen at the sight of me standing there, my skirt now pooled around my ankles. My pussy throbbed with renewed desire as I took in her flushed face and trembling form.
“Miss,” Mandy said, her voice quavering, “I… I’ve never been fucked with a strap-on before.”
A thrill ran through me at her words. I smiled, feeling a heady mix of tenderness and dominance.
“It will be a learning experience for both of us then,” I told her matter-of-factly. The dominant words and the commanding tone seemed to come easier each time I used them, and saw how they excited the other girl—the girl I meant to fuck.
I stepped out of my skirt and moved toward Mandy, my heart racing with anticipation. As I took the harness from her hands, I marveled at how natural this felt, how right. Just hours ago, I would never have imagined myself in this position. Now, I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else.
My fingers traced the smooth leather of the harness, the weight of the attached vibrating dildo sending a shiver of excitement through me. I looked down at Mandy, still kneeling before me, her eyes filled with fear and desperate need.
“Now, naughty girl,” I commanded, a bit more gently, “you’re going to put this on me.”
I handed the harness back to Mandy, watching closely as she took it with trembling hands. Her eyes darted between the strap-on and my face.
“Go on, slut,” I told her, my voice firm again. “Put it on me so I can fuck that adorable cunt of yours.”
Mandy nodded, swallowing hard. She fumbled with the straps for a moment before figuring out how they worked. I felt a rush of warmth as, on her knees before me, she carefully slid the harness up my legs. The feeling of her fingers moving over my skin sent a jolt of excitement through my whole body.
Once she had secured the harness, Mandy’s hands lingered on my hips, her touch light and uncertain. I looked down at her, seeing the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths.
“Turn it on,” I instructed, gesturing to the small control panel on the side of the harness.
Mandy complied, her fingers finding the switch. I felt the vibration start, a low, pleasant hum that sent faint waves of pleasure through me as the base of the massive shaft buzzed against my clit. I gasped softly, my hips jerking slightly at the sensation.
I looked down at the dildo itself, gently humming before me. It was impressively realistic, with sculpted veins running along its length. I ran my right hand up and down it, feeling a naughty-girl thrill at the idea of having my own, eternally rigid penis. The feel of it made me think, with a blush, of Stuart’s real cock—thick, hard, and so utterly satisfying.
I found myself suddenly aching for him, for the feeling of his warm, actual flesh inside me. I imagined him taking me from behind while I wore this harness, filling me completely as I in turn filled Mandy. The thought made me clench with lust.
I made myself focus again on Mandy, still kneeling before me. “Stand up,” I told her, my voice husky with desire.
As Mandy rose to her feet, I gestured to the chair. “Kneel on the seat,” I instructed. “Face the back of the chair.”
Mandy moved to obey, her movements slightly unsteady. She positioned herself as I had ordered, her punished backside now at the perfect height for dominant fucking.
“Good girl,” I murmured, moving to stand behind her. I ran my hands over the curve of her ass, feeling the heat still radiating from her earlier spanking. Mandy whimpered softly at my touch.
“Now,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “spread your ass cheeks for me. Show me where a slut like you gets fucked.”
Mandy hesitated, casting a fearful glance back over her shoulder.
“Please, miss…” she whispered. “Not in my bottom?”
“Did I say I was going to fuck your asshole, Mandy?” I asked, my pussy clenching at the mere sound of the imperiousness in my voice.
“No, miss,” Mandy said, chewing on her lower lip. “But you said…”
“I told you to show me where a girl like you gets fucked.”
A girl like you. A girl like Mandy. A girl like… like Melissa. Like me. I had to swallow hard to keep myself from whimpering at the jolt that traveled out from my pussy at the thought of Stuart demanding to see my anus… of him… of him using me there, his enormous manhood in my tightest, most intimate opening.
Slowly and reluctantly, Mandy reached back and spread her bottom cheeks. I felt lightheaded as I gazed at her most intimate places, now fully exposed to my view in obedience to my command. Her anus was a tight, puckered rosebud, while her pussy glistened with arousal.
Without thinking, I reached out and traced a finger around Mandy’s anus. She gasped and tensed at the touch.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Mandy?” I asked, my voice sounding thick to my ears.
Mandy whimpered softly before answering. “Y-yes, miss. My last boyfriend… he did it a few times.”
I felt a rush of heat at her confession. “And did you like it?” I pressed, gently pushing the tip of my finger against the tight, wrinkly opening.
“I… I’m not sure,” Mandy admitted, her voice quavering. “It felt so dirty and wrong, but also… intense. I came really hard when he did it.”
I could hear the conflict in her voice—the mix of shame and arousal. Despite her submissive nature, Mandy was still struggling to fully embrace this taboo act.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” I murmured, withdrawing my finger. “Letting your boyfriend use your tight little asshole like that.”
Mandy shuddered at my words. I ran my hands over the curves of her bottom, still warm from her spanking.
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I won’t fuck your ass today. But I think you’d better get used to the idea. A dirty slut like you needs to learn to take it in all her holes.”
Mandy let out a sob of sheer need. “Yes, miss,” she breathed.
Who am I talking to? I suddenly wondered, feeling my heart skip a beat. I hesitated, internally, for just a moment, and then I took the plunge. Both of us. I’m talking to both of us. I’m a dirty slut. I need to learn to take it in all my holes.
I positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance to Mandy’s vagina, feeling a heady rush of power as I saw how wet and swollen her lips were. The sight and scent of her arousal made my own core throb with renewed need.
“Grip the back of the chair, Mandy,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding. “I’m going to fuck you hard now. You’d better hold on tight.”
Mandy’s fingers curled around the top of the chair, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it. I could see the muscles in her back tensing, her whole body quivering with anticipation.
“Yes, miss,” she whimpered. “Please… I need it so badly.”
I smiled, savoring the desperation in her voice. Slowly, I began to push the dildo inside her, watching in fascination as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate its girth. Mandy let out a long, low moan as I filled her, her hips pushing back against me.
Once I was fully sheathed inside her, I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, gripping her hips firmly, I began to move.
The first thrust was slow and deliberate, but as I felt Mandy’s body yielding to me, I quickly picked up the pace. The room filled with the sounds of our coupling—the wet slap of flesh on flesh, Mandy’s breathless cries, and my own low grunts of exertion.
To my amazement, Mandy started to come almost immediately. Her whole body tensed, her inner lips clenching visibly around the dildo as she cried out in ecstasy. The sight of her pleasure, knowing that I had caused it, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“That’s it, you little slut,” I panted, not slowing my thrusts. “Come for me. Show me how much you love being fucked.”
Mandy’s orgasm seemed to go on and on, her body shuddering as I continued to pound into her. Just as she started to come down from her peak, I adjusted my hips slightly, changing the angle of penetration. The new position must have hit just the right spot, because Mandy immediately tensed up again, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over her.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her voice high and breathy. “Miss, please… it’s too much…”
But I could tell from the way her body was responding that it wasn’t too much at all. She was loving every second of it, her pussy greedily gripping the dildo with each thrust.
I fucked her relentlessly, driven by a primal need to dominate, to possess. The base of the dildo ground against my clit with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I was getting close to my own orgasm, but I was determined to make Mandy come three times before I finished myself off.
I continued to thrust into Mandy, relishing every cry and moan that escaped her lips. Her body trembled beneath me, slick with sweat and flushed with exertion. I could feel the heat radiating from her spanked bottom as my hips slapped against it with each forceful thrust.
“That’s it, Mandy,” I panted, gripping her hips tighter. “Take it. Take it all.”
Mandy whimpered, her fingers white-knuckled as she clung to the chair. “Yes, miss,” she gasped. “Oh… please…”
I could feel her tensing up again, could even sense her inner walls clenching around the dildo. With a wicked grin, I reached around and found her clit, circling it with my fingers as I continued to pound into her.
The effect was immediate. Mandy’s back arched and she let out a keening wail as her second orgasm crashed over her. Her whole body shook with the force of it, and I had to tighten my grip to keep her from collapsing.
“Two,” I said smugly, not slowing my pace. “One more to go, Mandy. Can you do it? Can you come for me one more time?”
“I… I don’t know if I can,” Mandy sobbed, her voice trembling.
“Oh, you can,” I assured her, my tone strict. “And you will.”
I changed my angle slightly and at the same time, I brought my hand down hard on her already tender bottom.
The combination of pleasure and pain sent Mandy over the edge once more. She came with a scream, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I fucked her through it, not letting up until I felt her go limp beneath me.
Satisfied that I’d achieved my goal, I slowly pulled out of her, admiring the way her pussy gaped slightly, glistening with her arousal. Mandy slumped against the chair, panting heavily.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my own need throbbing between my legs. “I want you to watch me now.”
On shaky legs, Mandy managed to turn and sit in the chair, her eyes wide and glassy with post-orgasmic bliss. I stood before her, the strap-on jutting out obscenely from between my thighs.
With deliberate slowness, I unfastened the harness and stepped out of it. Then, maintaining eye contact with Mandy, I brought the vibrator to my own aching pussy.
The first touch of the still-slick dildo against my folds made me gasp. I was so worked up from fucking Mandy that I knew it wouldn’t take long. I spread my legs wider, giving her an unobstructed view: my purple panties now soaking with my own need, the gusset pulled aside so I could thrust the dildo into my aching vagina.
I came instantly: something about the sight of Mandy’s wide eyes, her open, panting lips drove me over the edge and into space, as much as the buzz of the dildo inside me. I felt like a porn model, an ancient priestess. I cried out as the pleasure swept through me, my knees so wobbly that I nearly fell down.
“Thank you, miss,” Mandy said. “I’ll… I’m… I’m so glad you’re here. I’m going to be such a good girl for you, from now on.”
I took deep breaths through my nose as my heart rate began to return to normal.
“I’ll do my best to make sure of it, Mandy,” I told her, thrilled in more ways than I could count at the steadiness of my voice. “I’ll bring you back here as often as I need to.”