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“So tight,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure. “So nice on my cock. Do you want some?”
He moved his left hand to Candy’s head and twined his fingers in her golden hair. He tugged her head back, and she cried out in surprise and discomfort.
“Put that tongue out, Candy,” Hendryk commanded. “Apologize to Renee. Make her come while I fuck you.”
I looked down to see my artificial bed sister obey, a furrow in her brow to match mine and her little pink tongue thrusting out between her perfect lips. I looked up at Hendryk and saw him gazing lustfully downward, at the place that tingled desperately with the thought of the taboo scene, the bare little cleft from which the wrinkly hood of my needy clit peeked out like a naughty girl peering at something she shouldn’t.
I followed his lewd gaze, and I started to move forward. He had asked me. He had said,Do you want some?
I did. I wanted some of the pleasure to be had from that little whore. She belonged to him, but it seemed she belonged toustoo. He wanted to share his expensive fuck toy with me, the girl he loved.
I heard my breath moving in and out raggedly between my lips. The feeling of it, the pressure of air in the lungs, the passage of it in and out of me, felt like it was happening to someone else’s body, and suddenly I had found subspace again, and I could look down on the scene from that other place. My body acted automatically, felt things without trying to reason my way out of them, because they befell another girl—one whose body, at least, had learned everything she needed to know about her darkest desires.
I… she… gripped her naughty bottom more tightly and began to rub her pussy obscenely against the other girl’s face… the one her master liked to fuck, when he didn’t fuck the girl he really loved…
Me.
My whole frame seemed to spasm. My knees shook. I pressed my clit firmly against Candy’s licking tongue and I started to come as I watched an orgasm pass through her little body. Master Hendryk kept fucking her and fucking her, so hard that I thought the whipping chair might disintegrate under the pounding.
His eyes stayed on me, and I got so lost in them that I almost didn’t notice when I began to lose my balance. His hands, though, those firm, big hands, left Candy’s body and took hold of mine. He held me up, and a sob burst from my chest at the feeling, at the impossible-to-sort-out mixture of deepening love and taboo sex that seemed to flow from his body, through that warm grip on my upper arms, into me.
Down below, I heard an answering sob from Candy, and she kept licking, kissing, desperately. I kept my mouth open and my hands on my backside, spreading and offering the holes my master could use whenever he wanted—like a plea for him to want to use me soon, fill me, soothe the ache of need. He had taught the other girl, the artificial girl who had somehow just become so much more real, her lesson… hadn’t he? Shouldn’t it be my turn on his huge, beautiful cock?
“Candy,” Master Hendryk said, his voice very gentle despite the huskiness that I knew came from his own need to come. “Are you ready to be a good girl while I fuck Renee?”
She nodded, her tongue moving up and down against my tingling clit with the movement so that I shuddered in Hendryk’s grip, aftershocks of that first little climax shaking my hips and making me pull back at the excess of sensation.
“Yes, Master,” Candy whimpered. “May I lick your balls while you use her?”
“No, Candy,” he said to my surprise. “We’re going to do something different.”
Candy lay on her side on one side of the enormous bed, and I lay facing her, in the middle of it, not close enough to touch, except to hold hands, which our owner told us to do. When he had arranged us this way, he lay down himself, behind me.
I cried out at the very touch of his body, all the way up and down mine. I realized with a little surprise that in an essential way this first spooning represented the most intimate bodily touch Hendryk had shared with me. The warmth of his body seemed to suffuse mine, and the throbbing heat of his rigid penis, pressing arrogantly against my backside, sent such an intense frisson of need through me that I could feel a climax waiting just in front of me—as if I could see it in Candy’s eyes.
My master… Hendryk put his firm hand behind my knee. He positioned my legs so that he could thrust at full length into me whenever he felt like it, whenever he decided to begin using his beloved bed girl. The mere sensation of him arranging my limbs for his enjoyment of my pussy, the brushing of his fingertips against the outer lips of the slick hole his manhood would fill, seemed to propel me toward my release. Even before I felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance to the place where I craved him so desperately, I moaned submissively, as if my master had already started to fuck me.
He pressed his rigid erection a little ways into my vagina. I cried out, my back arching, trying to press harder against his furry chest… the hardness of his strong, ultra-masculine body. In front of me, by contrast, I saw the soft, doll-like, ultra-feminine body of Candy. I gripped her hands harder, and she squeezed back.
“Does it feel good?” she whispered. No exclamation point, and no feigned innocence, in that question. I knew she knew the answer, and I knew, like a real girl, she just wanted the assurance that, yes, it felt good.
I bit my lip, my forehead creasing deeply, and I nodded, for I couldn’t find any words at all, evenyes.
Then my master, my Hendryk, started to fuck me that way—that masterful, loving, intimate way, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. His right hand stayed on my neck, gripping lightly there as if a silent, almost menacing reminder of his power over me. His left hand moved freely over the rest of me, a different kind of reminder—that the man who owned me would touch whatever he wanted, however he wanted, whenever he wanted.
I came almost at his first deep thrust, and I kept coming and coming… sometimes closing my eyes and then opening them so I could see Candy’s face, kind and open and…
“Are you learning, Candy, you little slut?” Hendryk asked in a low growl as his cock moved in and out of me, my naughty bottom pressing against his firm hips with each deep thrust. I sobbed at the words, at the way the question seemed to apply to me, too.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “You love Renee, and she loves you. It makes me happy.”
I felt another orgasm take hold of my body. I gripped Candy’s hands more tightly.
“Is that right, Renee?” Hendryk asked. His voice had a catch in it, and to my joy I felt his hardness pulse inside my pussy, his lap jerk against my backside. “Do you love me?”
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed. “Oh, yes.”
The End
