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“I guess that’s the price you pay, Renee,” she said with what seemed to me uncharacteristic thoughtfulness, “for me being sent to my room while Master Hendryk fucked you this morning. He didn’t even have time to fuck me, too!”
“Did Master Hendryk tell you you could spank me?” I demanded.
“Do you want to ask him?” she retorted, a smile on her lips and a mischievous light in her eyes. “I think you know what he’ll say. You need strict discipline, Renee! Now bend over the stool and grab the rung on the other side. I’m going to make that adorable bottom nice and red.”
I had never gotten a spanking from another girl. It took a longer time to really hurt, and I wondered if a real girl would have stopped, simply because her hand hurt, before Candy did. She, however, apparently didn’t feel that sort of soreness, and she spanked me for ten minutes, until my upturned bottom clenched uncontrollably under her rising and falling hand and I had made a little puddle of tears on the Mexican tiles of the kitchen floor.
Then, in an instant, her knowing tongue had transformed all the pain into helpless, aching need. Without shame, it seemed, she bent down behind me and thrust her nose and mouth into the heat of my burning backside. I started to come before I even fully realized what Candy was doing, and I kept coming, my knuckles white on the stool’s wooden rung, until my AI bed sister was satisfied that my pleasure had nearly become a torment.
The next morning Master Hendryk woke me up to fuck me. We had all slept together in his enormous bed, and he woke me with his hand between my thighs, reaching over my hip to tell me his will, and his hard cock up against the crack of my bottom. Wordlessly he found the opening he sought, the entrance to my pussy, still sore from his jackhammering ride the night before. He thrust in hard, and began without any further ceremony to use me that way, spoon style.
His hardness made me cry out in discomfort until his sheer brutality, the relentlessness of his rhythm, brought the slickness of my submissive need to my pussy. My helpless, submissive noises became much more ambiguous then, but my cries must have woken Candy up, on the other side of Master Hendryk.
“Me, too, Master?” I heard her plead. “Fuck me too, please?”
“Rub your pussy against my ass,” our owner grunted. “I want to come in Renee.”
I cried out louder as I sensed the artificial girl obeying him. It didn’t change his pounding rhythm, but it seemed to change the angle of his driving cock in my now-soaking sheath. Candy cried out, too, behind me and behind our master. I had to imagine what it looked like, my strange bed sister humping Master Hendryk’s amazing taut rear-cheeks, her wet pussy moving back and forth as she tried desperately to simulate the fucking she needed.
I thrust my own bottom back, desperate myself despite the fact that I had started to come. I wanted my master’s cock insideme… I wanted it to stay there, and not go into the other girl. I felt bad that I didn’t feel bad, but Candy wasn’t a real girl, was she? I didn’t have to share with her. If Master Hendryk wanted to come inmypussy, he should do that, as Candy knew. She should be made to watch how our owner liked to fuckme, and not her.
He liked… he liked me, didn’t he? If he wanted to come inside me, it meant he liked me. I felt my vagina clench hard on his thrusting manhood, and an enormous climax took hold of me. I felt Master Hendryk’s rhythm change, and I felt his cock spurt. He grunted, a strangely surprised sound. Had my orgasm brought on his, before he meant to come? I felt heat fill my face as I tried to puzzle out what that might mean.
Candy gave a piteous cry behind me, and I felt Master Hendryk’s muscles tense slightly as if she had tugged hard on his shoulders.
“I came!” she announced, her voice cheerful.
“Good girl,” said Master Hendryk. To my dismay, I had a moment of envy at Candy’s apparently effortless garnering of praise from the man who seemed to frighten me as much as he attracted me.
Silence descended on us for a few seconds, and then Master Hendryk said, “Renee, Candy’s going to start tutoring you today.”
“What?” I asked from my subspace haze. I felt certain I hadn’t heard right.
“I’m going to tutor you, Master said!” Candy said in her bestI try to be helpful to the poor, slow, real girlvoice.
“But…” I managed. “I… what…”
Master Hendryk’s cock had started to soften in me, and as I felt it my body reacted strangely: I had a moment of deep sadness, and then a wave of embarrassment, and then a thrill of fear—all much more in my chest than in my head, or even my heart. I didn’t want my master’s wonderful hard penis to leave me, but the idea that yes, indeed, I needed his brutally firm hand distressed me terribly.
That part seemed to make sense. The fear took me by surprise, though, and I felt an urgent need to figure out where it had come from. My mind seemed gradually to be climbing its way out of a warm, fuzzy haze—the place it had gone as Master Hendryk had used me, with rough dominance, for his pleasure. As my thoughts began to clear a little, and the sensation of his enormous erection growing less enormous in my now even sorer vagina started to integrate into them, I saw the fear for what it was—and yet another flush of shame traveled into my upper body.
I’m afraid I’m falling.Not the way I had grown to love Master G. Something else, something I hadn’t ever felt before.
The fear got much worse a moment later—because the longing and the warm, almost reverent feeling… thefallingfeeling I had about my new owner got much stronger. Master Hendryk put his hand on my hip, and stroked my skin gently, his fingertips curling around just a bit to the front, as if telling me that he could touch me down there whenever he chose, but he knew he had just made me sore, so he would let my pussy rest for a while.
That was all it took. I found that my lips had parted and I had begun to breathe hard. Desperate to get away from the anxiety and the conflict of the moment, I grasped for the thread of the conversation whose meaning I hadn’t really understood at all.
“Tutor?” I said, remembering that word at least.
“Yes, my dear,” Master Hendryk said. His mouth was very close to my ear, and he kept stroking my hip, my upper thigh, my waist with that possessive movement of his fingertips. I had to concentrate hard on the strange idea to even remember whattutormeant.
“In?” I tried, feeling very stupid, apparently reduced from two syllables to one. My brain had started to process the idea, though. I felt a new surge of blood to my cheeks as I decided he must mean that Candy would tutor me in sexual submission.
“In educational theory,” Master Hendryk said, to my utter astonishment. I could hear a smile—nearly a chuckle—in his voice, as if he knew precisely how startling I would find his answer.
“Oh!” Candy said. I blinked as I took in her monosyllable, which had a tone to it I hadn’t heard from her before—surprise, but also maybe something else… had Candy just shown… disappointment?Resentment, even? When she had pouted about Master Hendryk fucking me instead of her she had sounded playful about it, as if she wanted to perform the role of the disappointed sex kitten. Herohat our master’s specification that she would tutor me not in face-fucking but in an academic subject, though, seemed to have an element of actual pique.
I felt my forehead crease into a puzzled frown. I knew both those words—educationalandtheory—but I didn’t think I had ever heard them used together before.
