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I folded the towel, my face burning, and knelt on it with my eyes downcast, just as Master G had taught me.
“Open my robe,” my master instructed.
I could smell the naughty-girl fragrance coming from Candy’s pussy. I wondered whether it was left over from when Master Hendryk had worked her poor little slit and bottom so roughly, or if the spanking itself had made her gush with need as soon as he had stopped and began to rub her hot bottom-cheeks. Sometimes when Master G had spanked me it worked like that, but not always. I remembered the auction, and Master Hendryk’s touch after the caning, and I had to bite my lip at the wave of arousal that passed through me—it seemed very possible that italwaysworked like that with Master Hendryk.
For girls like me,I thought as I looked at the knot in his robe’s sash.And, I’m sure, for ‘girls’ like Candy.
Were we—Candy the AI concubine and I the real one—both ‘designed’ that way? The thought made me swallow very hard, and that in turn made me realize that my mouth had started to water mortifyingly as I reached my hands up to obey Master Hendryk’s command.
Am I ‘designed’ to salivate when I know my master will make me suck his cock very soon?
To my right, where Candy’s sweet face hung upside down and just half visible out of the corner of my eye, on the other side of her bent legs, I heard a whimper. I could tell from the rhythm Master Hendryk’s hand had just adopted and the embarrassingly wet sounds coming from between my bed sister’s thighs that he had moved his fingers’ attention to her needy pussy.
I had to let out a tiny whimper of my own as I began to loosen the knot in the silken sash.
“Quickly, Renee,” Master Hendryk instructed. “I very much want to fuck your face as soon as possible.”
My cheeks burning, I got the knot untied. The robe parted and I saw that my master wore the same pants that Master G wore, but made of the finest silk rather than soft cotton. His cock jutted out proudly at me, and at the sight the water in my mouth grew so plentiful that I had to swallow some of it.
“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 reallywasanother 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 shakingnoagainst 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.
But my master’s hand came down on my bottom not with a slap but with that ultra-possessive caress, the one he had used on me last night and on Candy just a few minutes ago. He had bent his knees just a little so that he could keep his hold on the other girl’s hip while he seized my bottom in his strong fingers and his broad palm, instantly probing between my thighs and making me widen my knees on the soft white towel, half in fear at what he would do if I failed to give him access to the part of me he had claimed above all as his own, half in my own abject plea for some release of my own wanton need.
“Lick, you little slut,” Master Hendryk said, and he squeezed so hard that what had seemed so much better than a spanking suddenly became much worse, much harsher. “Get your face back in that ass and do as you’re told.”
For a moment I couldn’t get my muscles to obey, as much as the terrible discomfort from my master’s hand made me long to do whatever he commanded. That hand left the tender spot, and I sobbed in relief, but only for an instant. The hand returned, with a spank, but not to my bottom. Master Hendryk spanked my pussy instead, and I shrieked with a pain that immediately became something much more ambiguous.
I thrust my face back between Candy’s thighs, between Candy’s warm bottom-cheeks, and I started to lick desperately. She cried out very softly, a cooing sort of noise, a noise of comfort and satisfaction. It brought an answering coo from me, and I ran my tongue from the complicated place where her shy little clit hid in its wrinkly hood to the hole our master had fucked this morning while I rested from the effects of having his cock in my own pussy.
