CHAPTER 17

But if I wasn't a lesbian, what was I? I mean, here I was: the filling in a three-girl sandwich, and it felt awfully nice. Well, it was sort-of deliciously nasty, to tell the truth, but that was SO nice… And while I was sucking those fat, mouth-watering cocks, and had both hands full (of cock), it had been Twilla's female tongue and lips that brought me to climax after shattering climax. If I was heter0, what was THAT all about?

"Hey," Twilla interrupted my thoughts, "small, dark, and thoughtful—if you're not going to suck me off… get the fuck OFF me, girl. You must weigh a hundred pounds, not counting dickgirl and the five pounds of cum she just shot up your ass. Is that… what's DRIPPING on me?!"

I scrambled to untangle myself and climb off her, dislodging Lonni's cock from my ass in the process and spilling the splooge out of my asshole—right onto Twilla's face. Oops. Not good.

Twilla was doing a slow burn. She glared at me. "Clean. That. Up."

Lonni scrambled to get a washcloth from the bathroom, but Twilla caught her by the wrist. "Not you." Her eyes were locked on mine. I found myself falling into them. "You," she said. "You know what to do."

I hesitated a moment. I actually wanted to do it, but it was so nasty…

"You're my slave. Tonight. Starting now. As we agreed. You're mine, slut. Now, lick it up, before it spills off."

Feeling hypnotized, I lowered my mouth to her face and began to lick the slippery cum off her satin cheek. I trembled inside. I was licking up globs of Lonni's clotted cum, still warm from being inside my own asshole, off my master's face. She smiled, cruelly but affectionately, and reached up into my crotch, sliding her finger into my tingling pussy and rubbing my suddenly aroused clit with her thumb.

"You like it," she said. "It excites you to do nasty things. But you need me to make you do them." She twisted her finger inside me, inserting another one and hooking her finger tips inside my entrance, She tugged me toward her by the cunt, her thumb spinning whorls around my swollen clit. "You're a dirty, dirty girl, cum slut. And tonight you're mine. Aren't you?"

I swallowed. "Yes," I replied, "I'm your slut, your slave, for tonight, as I promised. And, and you're right, I like it—licking Lonni's cum off your face. I want to lick your face clean with my tongue. I want to lick your whole body clean."

"Good." Twilla released Lonni's wrist. "Dick-girl, your cum is leaking out of my slave's ass. Onto my hand. Take care of it."

Lonni bristled. "I'm not your slave, dyke!"

"No," Twilla purred, "but your slut girlfriend is. Do you want me to take my anger out on her? Really?"


Lonni went pale. "No," she said quietly.

"Then get your tongue up her ass. You've done it before. Suck out your cum. And feed it to my slave."

"That's…"

"Your cum. Which we both know she loves to eat. Right where you put it, so enthusiastically, just a moment ago. Now suck it up, and put it in your girlfriend's mouth. You know she wants you to."

I shivered in perverse pleasure as Lonni's rolled tongue penetrated my asshole and I experienced the amazing suction as she slurped at my ass. I could feel the last of her cum trickling out through my anus. Then she was beside me, her face above mine, her lips pursed.

I met her in a lover's kiss, and sucked the cum from her tongue. It was Lonni's cum, from her beautiful cock, and I wanted it. If it had been in my ass, it was only because she had fucked me there, cum inside me there. It was beautiful. I refused to let it be anything but beautiful. My kiss told Lonni that, without words. She smiled at me, amazement in her eyes, as I lovingly swallowed her seed, sipped from her own lips.

Twilla sighed in exasperation. "You two. So lovey-dovey. You're spoiling everything."

I looked at her with naked adoration in my eyes. "May I lick your feet, master?"

She huffed. "I suppose," she said, mollified. "Actually. That would be nice." She leaned back, closed her eyes, and began to stroke her clitoris. "Suck my toes while you're at it. Mmm. That's nice."

She sighed, and dreamily slid her finger up and down the left side of her slit while I sucked on her toes, swirling my tongue around them. It felt pleasant, harmless. After a while she sighed agin, more relaxed, and spread her legs for me.

"Bring that pretty face to my cunt and clit now, slave. Suck something. Yess… Worship my pussy with your mouth and tongue, as only you can… Mmm… Get me off, quickly now, then we can go back to my place—and I can get you tarted up for the ball."

"Bll?" I asked "Wht bll?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear. Not when it's full of me. Hum if you like. Yes, the ball: the Dom's Ball. It's tonight. Now hush and eat me. I'm trying to decide which leash and collar will go best with your skin and hair."

I lost myself in pussy worship. I wasn't lesbian or hetero, I realized, as I sucked a bead of slippery moisture from her vaginal opening and anointed her clitoris with it—except in the moment, the same way I was a slave in this moment, but wouldn't be tomorrow. I wasn't homosexual or heterosexual. I was just sexual. A cumslut. Dedicated to the resolution that Cum is Good.

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth as readily as I would a cock, massaging it with my tongue, seeking it's sensitive pleasure centers, enjoying it, not hurrying, coaxing it to as powerful, intense, and prolonged an orgasm at it could tolerate.

This, I thought. This is what I do. This is who I am.

Wait a second. Leash? Collar?

Just what exactly the fuck had I gotten myself into now?