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“Good gir-" Alice froze, her sense of conquest suddenly forgotten as she realised what the girl had just said. “Wait, what?”
However, Rebecca didn’t hear the question, or the dangerous lowness to her seducer’s voice. Her every focus was on the fingers buried inside her, and the fact they had stopped. Breathing hard and ragged breaths, she shook her head, almost mad with her closeness, mindless with that desperate clawing need to cum. “No! No, please, don’t stop, I want his cock again, Mrs Martin, please, please, let me fuck your husband again… please, please, plea-“
“What!”
Her fury was cold and sharp, cutting through the spell of the moment like a knife.
“W-hat?” Rebecca blinked, confused, her voice shaky as she was rudely dragged back from the brink and thrown into icy reality by the sense of Alice’s fingers leaving her.
Alice just glared at her, her eyes so cold they almost blazed. Yet, for all her palpable fury, when she spoke, her voice was even. “What do you mean ‘fuck him again’?”
“You mean you didn’t…” she began, shaking her head, as if not understanding the question. “But… but you said… he told you and you talked about-”
Alice rolled her eyes. “We role-played my over-hearing him fuck you that night, and-” As she said it, the wheels in her head suddenly turned and a piece fell into place. Realisation dawned, sending a cold wash cascading down her back to leave her legs feeling shaky. Her heart raced, beating a thunderous tempo in her ears. “Oh god, that was you! Wasn’t it? Both of you.” Her voice flared, going from icy cool to a raging inferno. “He fucked you that night, didn’t he?”
Rebecca was shaking, her eyes wet and glassy. “Yes, but Mrs Martin, please I didn’t, it just… happened, I never meant… I’m so sorry…” she sobbed, her words a desperate plea. But a plea for what? For her to understand? To forgive? Maybe both, or perhaps something else…
Alice searched the girl’s face. Again, that small part of her spoke up. She wanted to believe her. There was no lie in her eyes. That was true. Only fear and worry. They were almost like the eyes of one of her pupils, when she’d caught them doing something they knew was wrong, and awaited the inevitable punishment. But just like those brats, there was no regret. She didn’t regret having sex with her husband. In fact, she had probably been planning to do him again.
How fucking dare she!
She let out a sigh, jealousy enveloping her like the coils of a monstrous python. “No. No you’re not. Not yet.”
Rebecca’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, her pretty little mouth with lips swollen from the kiss, but all that came out was a squeak of surprise as Alice grabbed her arm. In no mood to hear whatever she had to say, she just spun on her heel and dragged her out the door, across the hall, and through the door to the master bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind them, she threw the girl to the bed, where she landed with a bounce. Then she just lay there, unmoving in a dishevelled, beautiful heap upon the bed, with her dark hair spread out beneath her, her eyes downcast, and puffy lips quivering.
The sight stoked the embers still smouldering in her core, and Alice slowly licked her lips, thirsty for another taste of the girl. She just looked so divine, like a feast spread out for her to devour.
“Mrs Martin…” Rebecca whispered, her voice shaky as Alice mounted the bed, planting both hands on either side of her shoulders, caging her with her body. “What’re you-”
“Shut up,” Alice commanded, the order firm despite the softness of her voice as she leant down, brushing the tip of her nose over the girl’s. “Open that pretty little mouth without permission again, and I might just gag you up. Understand?”
Rebecca nodded, her eyes so big and wide as she bobbed her head up and down.
“Good, now stay right where you are...” Alice purred, dipping her head to slide her mouth over the girl’s in a ghost of a kiss before sweeping her tongue across her soft pink lips. Immediately they parted in an instinctual plea for more as, despite the warning, she arched up to deepen the kiss.
Alice was faster, however. Greedy to taste more, she pivoted, dragging her tongue down the column of her throat before peppering hot, opened-mouthed kisses over the tops of her breasts. “Mmm… such beautiful tits…”
“Ah… Mrs Martin…” Rebecca panted, rolling her head from side to side as Alice’s tongue circled her nipple in a tease at the things she had in store for her.
“You like that? Want more?” Alice purred, keeping her voice low so each syllable would tingle through the tender flesh.
God, it would have been so easy to go down on her right there. To throw caution to the wind and do everything she’d thought about doing to this little tease. To live out all her dirty, little, private fantasies. All it would have needed was just that one little push.
“Yes… yes… I want it… want more…” The words came out in a hot mess as Alice took the pebbled flesh between her lips and sucked. “But why… I mean… oh fuck… you don’t seem very… or shouldn’t you be more… mmm… mad at me?”
“Oh honey, I’m not mad. I’m furious,” Alice promised, her eyes bright with a predatory gleam as she watched her twist and writhe under her sensuous assault. There was nothing sexier than watching a lover come undone. “How dare he keep you from me.” She pulled away with a slow draw, lingering just long enough to graze her teeth along her assaulted nipple. Rebecca hissed with the light sting of pain, but Alice soothed it with a swirl of her tongue before switching to its twin. “Mmm… Just look at you. So sexy. You’re perfect… my husband’s perfect little toy.” It was impossible to keep the edge from her voice at that. Just the idea gnawed at her like a dog with a bone, fuelling the blaze in her core. "Well, not anymore. You’re my toy tonight.”
“Yes… please… do whatever you want to me,” Rebecca entreated, her voice rising in a sensuous moan as Alice worshipped that nipple the way she had the first. She couldn’t help herself. The girl was just so sweet and lush, a feast spread out to be devoured. Nothing, not even the dirtiest and kinkiest of all her wildest fantasies, could compare to reality. Eager to begin, she pressed a hand between Rebecca’s thighs, cupping her mound and sliding two fingers into her drenched heat.
“Oh, your pussy’s so wet for me, you dirty girl,” Alice said, abandoning her breasts to take her mouth, swallowing the long moan that flowed as sweet as honey as she swirled her digits through her cream. Once they were liberally coated, she pulled back and raised them up so they could both see they were slick and shiny. “I’m going to make you my obedient little fuck toy, but first, I want to see if your pussy’s as sweet as your perfect tits.”
Eyes locked with Rebecca’s, she gave her forefinger a slow seductive lick before putting it in her mouth and sucking it clean, moaning at the musky flavour. “Mmm… you're delicious,” she purred, then offered the other finger to the girl. "Wanna taste?”
For a moment, she looked like she might try to refuse, but when Alice pressed the glistening tip of her finger to her lips, they opened obediently. Her tongue slid out to swirl around the digit, licking up the juices coating it before taking it into her mouth, sucking greedily.
“Yeah… that’s it, suck it clean, taste your sweet little pussy,” Alice ordered. The sight and sounds of the minx’s mouth sucking her own slickness from her fingers getting her wetter by the second.
Had she sucked Richard’s cock this way? Strangely, the thought didn’t inflame her ire, but made the throbbing of her clit so intense, it took most of her willpower to resist the urge to rub it right there and then. So hot and greedy, she was probably a good little cock sucker.
