4.21 – ❤ Bet II
Wide blue eyes took in the monster trapped in the delicate fabric, and Natalie let the white-haired girl admire her weapon for a moment. Yesterday and today had been pretty great for her ego. Not just her increase in strength, but all the stuff with Sofia. The conscious part of Natalie would never admit it, but there wasn’t a person on the planet she wanted to impress more than Sofia.
And she was certainly impressed.
“It’s so big,” Sofia said, almost in disbelief. “Is this how they normally are?”
Natalie wouldn’t know, obviously, having only been with women, but she was pretty sure not. Her cock was definitely thicker, longer, and simply more intimidating than most.
“Girls do it best,” Natalie said sagely.
“You’re ridiculous.” Working up the nerve, Sofia reached out and grabbed Natalie’s cock.
Despite all of Natalie’s teasing, a shiver went through her, up and down her spine—a pleasurable trickle of electricity that heated her entire body up.
Sofia. Sofia’s hand was on her cock, and soon she’d be jerking her off. The idea had her heart galloping in her chest. But she masked the reaction as best she could. She cared more about embarrassing Sofia and establishing her superiority in this arena than anything else. Obviously, she wasn’t interested in doing this with Sofia for any other reason. Just proving who was better.
The radiating heat that came with even a touch of Sofia’s delicate hand was entirely from Natalie’s competitive spirit, and not because seeing Sofia on her knees made her wild with desire.
“It’s … hot,” Sofia said. A second hand joined the first, burying underneath Natalie’s panties and wrapping around her length. “And seriously, so big. How would it even fit?”
“You could always find out.”
Sofia met Natalie’s eyes, then blushed furiously and looked away. “I couldn’t imagine a less pleasant task if I tried.”
“We’ll take it at your own pace,” Natalie said. “By the end of the week, I think you’ll be singing a different tune.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Obviously,” Natalie said. “Why wouldn’t I want your tight pussy squeezing around my cock?”
Sofia’s eyes widened, and she started sputtering. “Do you mind? Don’t be so crude.”
“I can’t help it, when your reactions are so cute. Look—you can’t even meet my eyes now.”
Sofia defiantly dragged her gaze up, only to last about one full second before they skittered back down to Natalie’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Your ego is incredible.”
“Says you?”
“Just shut up and enjoy your handjob,” Sofia growled.
“And stop teasing you? Nah. The best part of this is you, princess, not your hands.” Natalie savored the flush that statement drew for a moment, then continued, “Besides, enjoy it? You’re really not that good. I think we’ll be here for a while.”
Sofia frowned, then, chewing her lip for a moment, finally flipped Natalie’s skirt higher up and reached for her panties. Tugging them down, she freed Natalie’s cock, then, with two hands, started really working her way up and down.
Natalie paid close attention to Sofia’s reaction to each of her statements, because as much as she wanted to tease Sofia, even insult her, she didn’t intend to dig into actual insecurities or go too far. But she knew Sofia; taunting would only encourage her, inspire a desire to do better.
Though definitely embarrass her, too—but Natalie was getting the impression that being a bit rude turned Sofia on. It wasn’t hard to see that Sofia was a little repressed.
Also, the taunting over Sofia’s skill was half true; Sofia was, frankly, not very good at this, since she had obviously never jerked someone off before. And she didn’t have the natural talent Jordan did. That said, Natalie had to feign her unaffectedness. At the shivers of electricity going up and down her spine with each long stroke of Sofia’s two hands, moans and whines threatened to break out. Obviously, she wouldn’t give Sofia the satisfaction of that.
For a moment, the two of them sat in silence, Sofia stroking up and down Natalie’s cock. It was a bit surreal, getting to be here, having Sofia pleasure her. The sight was almost as good as the sensation. Sofia really, really looked good on her knees. Being her subservient cock-servicer.
“You did great at yesterday’s competition, by the way,” Natalie said suddenly, the words coming a bit out of nowhere. “I never got to say that. You really are incredible. Incredibly annoying, too, but also one of the best fighters I’ve ever known.”
Sofia’s stroking stilled, and she raised an incredulous look to Natalie. “Really? You’re saying this now?”
Natalie wasn’t sure why she had either.
“It’s a consolation prize,” Natalie said. “I didn’t want to be too mean.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Natalie laughed.
For nearly a minute, Sofia worked studiously away, stroking Natalie with two hands. Slowly, as the time passed, a frown appeared. She tried picking up speed. Natalie maintained a perfectly unaffected air—though it wasn’t the truth. Having Sofia’s hands on her was compromising. Natalie was, oddly, a bit thankful that Sofia really was inexperienced and not that good at jerking her off; she might not have lasted too long otherwise.
Finally, Sofia let out a frustrated growl.
“Does that really not feel good?” she asked. “How long will we be here?”
“A while, at this pace,” Natalie lied. “But I guess I can give you pointers, since you need them. But it’ll cost you.”
“Cost me? What does that mean?”
“Good question.”
Natalie made a show of thinking about it. What could she extract from Sofia in exchange for helping her along? Something embarrassing. That was the whole point of—well, all of this.
An idea popped into her head, and Natalie grinned.
“What?” Sofia demanded.
“First, from now, you have to call me master.”
The statement hung in the air. Sofia’s stroking even stopped.
“You have to be kidding,” Sofia said.
“And I want your panties for the rest of the day,” Natalie tacked on.
Sofia stared at her.
“Though I think I would’ve taken those anyway,” Natalie mused. “You don’t really have a choice. It’s pretty great that you just gave yourself to me for a week. I get you’re repressed, but that’s a little desperate, Sofia.”
“Fine,” Sofia said.
Natalie blinked, briefly taken aback. She’d accepted? Natalie had expected more protesting.
“Sorry?”
“Fine. I’ll do that. Now, tell me how to do better.” She frowned down at Natalie’s cock, which her hands were still wrapped around. “Because I’m obviously not doing more with you, and people are gonna start talking. I don’t get why this is taking so long.”
Natalie had at least expected Sofia to haggle, or at least showcase her outrage, but then again—obviously this poor, repressed woman wanted to be bossed around. Reading Sofia was hard in some ways, but here? Not at all.
“Hm,” Natalie. “Okay. But say please.”
Sofia glared at Natalie’s cock—pointedly not her eyes—and continued to stroke. “I just agreed to those—those ridiculous demands, and now you’re telling me to say please?”
“Yeah.”
A long moment passed.
“Please,” Sofia said—and the words sounded like they’d been dragged forcibly out of her.
“Please, what?”
Sofia stayed silent for a moment, then, tersely, said, “Please, master. Tell me how to pleasure you better.”
The words washed through Natalie, more potent than Natalie had expected. She shivered in pleasure, and Sofia nearly jumped in surprise as her cock twitched in her hands.
Instead of being satisfied at finally having gotten a visible reaction out of Natalie, Sofia’s face just turned a new shade of red.
“Why did you like that so much?” Sofia asked. “What’s wrong with you?”
That was a good question. Natalie wasn’t sure herself.
“So,” Natalie said, ignoring what had just happened. “Lessons. I’ll tell you what you’re doing wrong.”