5.31 – ❤ Dungeon Prep III/IV

"You said you grew two inches," Ana commented casually, reaching down to grip Natalie's cock between her thighs. "But it seems like a lot more than that." Pressing her ass back into Natalie's crotch to squish herself in, there was enough of Natalie's cock sticking through her legs that she could get a full hand around the thick member. "How big is it going to get, anyway? It's already becoming rather unwieldy."

"Whenever I decide to stop upgrading it, I suppose," Natalie said.

Ana hummed, considering that. "It does, at least, make certain positions possible that wouldn't be otherwise." She wiggled Natalie's cock from side to side, squirming it around between her thighs. "Look how much there is, even when it's sticking out between my thighs. Enough to suck on." She stroked up and down, jerking Natalie off as she talked. "It's impressive. I didn't know they got this big."

"I don't think they usually do," Natalie said, a bit dryly.

"Also," Ana continued, "it was a good idea to have Sofia join us. I approve of the efficiency."

"I thought you would."

"And she looks good on her knees," she added nonchalantly. "It'll definitely help me finish faster, seeing her there."

"H-Hey," Sofia choked out in surprise.

The efficiency comment was, at least, all but expected from Ana. Of course it was her first thought on the whole situation. But being told that she looked good on her knees? That was something Sofia would never have expected to come out of Ana's mouth.

Natalie, in response, laughed. "She does, doesn't she? I've been telling her that. I think it's the way she glares up at you. Those big, angry blue eyes. And all the blushing that gives the act away."

Natalie pulled her hips back, then pushed forward, sliding her cock through Ana's thighs even as Ana kept stroking with her hand. The motion had Natalie grinding into the fabric of Ana's panties, which were quickly growing soaked—the only real proof that Ana was enjoying herself, since her comments and expressionless face betrayed, as it always did, absolutely nothing. The woman really was a stone wall.

Ana let out a little sigh, her other hand coming up to grope her other breast—the one Natalie wasn't already fondling. Her hips also started aiding Natalie, moving forward and back in small, slow motions, like she wasn't fully meaning to, but her arousal was getting the better of her.

"Let's get these off, then," Natalie murmured, a thumb hooking around Ana's panties. She pulled her hips back, sliding her cock out, then tugged the piece of clothing down, letting them bunch high around Ana's thighs—exposing her wet pussy to the air. With a sigh of satisfaction, Natalie slid her cock back in, gliding along wet pussy lips, before poking through, cock now cradled between panties and pussy. Ana's breath hitched again as Natalie started to move back and forth, her pussy now stroking along Natalie's cock directly, rather than through a layer of fabric. Teasing Natalie with the warmth and slickness of her slit.

Ana's hips began to move faster, and Natalie's hand fell from her partner's breast to grab at her waist, holding the other girl's upper body flush against her own—her back arching. Her cock slid back and forth, back and forth, rubbing against Ana's pussy, glancing against her whenever Natalie pulled too far back, threatening entry. Ana's breathing hitched as Natalie used her thighs, though, still, almost infuriatingly to Sofia, she refused to let out a proper moan or gasp of pleasure. Still stoic. Even when having Natalie's ten-inch cock rubbing between her lower lips.

"Alright, pet," Natalie grunted, her eyes finally turning to Sofia—having clearly gotten briefly lost in enjoying the feel of Ana's pussy. "It's nice and wet for you. So go ahead. Get a taste." She pulled Ana's waist into herself, jutting her cock out as far as it could between Ana's thighs.

Ana's hips also slowed, recognizing now wasn't the time to keep humping. Her eyes locked on Sofia, impassively interested, like before, in what she would do.

The command hit Sofia, making her heart leap. Natalie's cock glistened with both her own precum and Ana's juices.

'Get a taste'?

Of Ana?

On Natalie's cock?

"What are you waiting for?" Natalie asked impatiently. "It wasn't a suggestion. I don't like repeating myself."

Ana watched Sofia, curiously seeing whether she would obey. Her chest heaved up and down in excitement—but still, her face remained calm and collected.

Well.

Sofia had been given an order.

With a shudder, she forced herself to move. She scooted forward on her knees until she was directly in front of Natalie and Ana's joined bodies. Natalie's cock filled her vision, Sofia's eyes going crossed as she took it in. Ten inches of fat, throbbing girl dick, glistening with her other teammate's wetness.

And she was supposed to pleasure it.

Sofia didn't even consciously act. Her lips pressed into Natalie's cocktip as she leaned forward, the intoxicating, heady smell luring her in. The taste of both women coated her tongue, and a pathetic groan escaped her as she kissed Natalie's burning-hot cock head, her thoughts going white at the lewdness of what she was doing. It washed through her. Sucking another woman's arousal off of her Master's cock.

What was she becoming?

Involving herself with Natalie and Jordan was one thing, but this? Pleasuring Natalie right in front of her whole team? And being so close to Ana—her pussy only inches away. They were vague friends, of a sort, but really, they were closer to acquaintances than friends. She didn't know Ana all that well. And yet she was tasting her wetness, smelling her pussy only a few inches away, and looking up her body and meeting her eyes as her lips were wrapped lewdly around another woman's cock sticking from between her thighs.

Sofia's skin burned with embarrassment, but that, shamefully, only drove her arousal higher. Another groan escaped her as she drowned in the two women's smell and taste. She felt dizzy.

Sofia sucked, working her way lower down Natalie, and the taste of their combined juices filled her mouth. Inch by inch, she cleaned Natalie's length until her nose was pressed into the soft skin of Ana's lower stomach. Her lips, wrapped around Natalie, and pressing into Ana's lower stomach—right above her pussy. Ana's panties, dangling around her thighs, tickled Sofia's chin. And most intoxicatingly, of course, Natalie's cock, brushing against the back of her throat. Even sticking through Ana's thighs, Natalie was almost big enough to slide into her throat. Unbelievable.

Sofia looked up, feeling almost not there, not herself, like she was in a dream. She met Ana's eyes. Then Natalie's. Then back.

Ana's hand ventured forward but paused just above her head, hesitating there. "Can I touch you?" she murmured.

"Go ahead," Natalie answered for Sofia. "She likes it."

Sofia's eyes fluttered closed, and she groaned around Natalie's cock. She couldn't explain the nearly violent shudder that went through her at that—the rudeness of what Natalie had just done. Deciding for her that Ana could touch. Treating her as property—her pet, to be given permission for.

It was so ... humiliating. She felt almost dizzy with shame.

So much so that her thighs were growing wet. How was that fair?

Ana's hand slid gently into her hair, getting a grip on the back of her head. She tugged Sofia in gently, nuzzling Sofia's lips even more firmly into her lower stomach, into Natalie's cock. She bucked her hips forward, slightly, grinding against Sofia's face and rubbing along Natalie's cock at the same time. Sofia's head spun as she took in the scent of Ana's pussy, the taste of her, and of Natalie too. It was intoxicating, overwhelming—simply too much. Her face felt like it was melting with embarrassment.

These two women were using her. She was just their toy, their sex pet, for them to play with as they desired. The thought was so shameful, and yet intoxicating in a way she couldn't put into words.

Why did she work like this? Why did the humiliation do so much to her? And how had Natalie known it would, so easily? Was she that easy to read?

Slowly, with Sofia willingly allowing her mouth to be used as Natalie's cocksleeve, the two girls worked into a rhythm. Natalie's hands kept hold of Ana's waist, and her hips rolled, sliding her cock in and out of Sofia's mouth and between Ana's thighs. Ana gyrated too, thrusting her pussy into Sofia's upper lip, and pressing her pussy down on Natalie's length as she ground into her. Pleasuring each other. Using Sofia, and each other.

"You like that?" Natalie murmured, having eyes for only Sofia, leaning over Ana's shoulder. "I can tell you do. You really are shameless, aren't you? If only you could see yourself. That lewd face you're making with your lips wrapped around my cock. You love being our toy, don't you?"

Natalie's hand slipped down between Ana's legs, rubbing Ana's clit as they humped each other—and Natalie, into Sofia's mouth, who sat there obediently and let the back of her throat be bumped into, over and over, having to fight her gag reflex with each impact. Her head continued to go fuzzier and fuzzier, the room turning sweltering.

Why did Natalie's cock have such an effect on her? It was absurd how quickly she became drunk on this thing. She almost felt like she was close to falling apart herself, despite not having even been touched. How pathetic was that?

Her eyes fluttered as she basked in the feeling of being used. Ana's movements picked up speed. The girl groaned, hips starting to roll faster, more aggressively. Panting, her head fell back, breathing growing ragged. The hand between her legs worked faster, Natalie sensing Ana's rising climax, rubbing at her partner's clit to bring her closer to her peak. Her own hips thrust harder, slapping into Ana's ass and into Sofia's mouth in a powerful, frantic rhythm, loud slaps filling the air. Ana's grip on the back of Sofia's head kept her pinned forward, while Natalie's other hand wrapped gently around Ana's throat and tugged her in, pulling her head back into the crook of her shoulder, the two of them panting, moving together.

Sofia sat there on her knees, dumbly, drunk on cock and the heat of the scene, on the sight of Natalie using Ana. And of being used herself. Being a good pet. An obedient sleeve to get off with. She was a slave to her own arousal as Natalie's cock head pressed into her mouth with each thrust, feeling the silky flesh glide over her lips, her nose bumping into Ana's desperately humping crotch.

Then, with a sharp intake of breath, Ana tensed, her stomach muscles going taut as her eyes closed in pleasure—perfect composure finally breaking. She whined in place, squirming in orgasm as Natalie kept humping, sliding her fat cock between wet lips. The dull tattoo on Ana's lower stomach came to life, glowing pink as the sound of Ana's groans echoed through the room.

Natalie fucked her through it, unrelenting, thrusting in and out and grunting as Ana's thighs clenched down around her. Moments after Ana, she also groaned, and Sofia felt the cock in her mouth twitch. Her heart jumped into her throat, knowing what was coming.

For the second time, Sofia got to experience hot, sticky strands of cum bursting into her. And this time, not straight down her throat, but into her mouth, coating her tongue with the salty substance. More and more came, and Sofia swallowed eagerly, basking in the flavor of Natalie's seed filling her. She drank it, trying to keep up. Natalie's cock twitched again and again, her thick seed coming out in huge spurts. It was almost too much—and yet, also not enough.

Sofia bobbed up and down as Natalie came apart, milking her cock dry with her lips and tongue, working desperately, her mind fuzzy with the need to have it all, to not leave even a drop inside her Master's twitching length. Her hands dug into Ana's thighs as she held on, using them for leverage to bob, her entire body tense with arousal as she let Natalie fill her, swallowing more and more of her seed.

Then, finally, Natalie released Ana, who slumped forward, chest heaving with deep breaths. They separated, and Natalie's cock slid free of her thighs. She gently pushed Ana to the side, then stepped up to Sofia, and with a gasp, Sofia found herself face to face with an angry-looking, veiny, spit-soaked cock—before having it slapped firmly down on her face.

"Clean it, pet," Natalie demanded.

Shamefully, Sofia didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, and Natalie grabbed her head and pushed in. Ten throbbing inches of girlcock slid down Sofia's throat. She swallowed it eagerly, cleaning the lingering juices on Natalie's cock as she bobbed her head—just happy to have the whole thing to herself. Natalie thrust several times, slapping her lower stomach into Sofia's face, violently cleaning her cock using her pet's throat.

When she was done, Natalie pulled out and patted Sofia on the cheek. She smirked down at her. "Good girl," she said. "You're getting pretty good at that."

Sofia shivered. The words washed through her. Natalie liked having Sofia pleasure her. That meant Sofia was doing a good job. That she was being a good pet.

Why did that leave a glowing feeling in her stomach?

After several moments of simply panting on her knees, Natalie held a hand out. Sofia took it and dizzily stood. Without wasting time, Natalie started pulling on her armor. Ana had also recovered and started to get herself situated.

Going on with their day. Pretending that had all been … just a quick errand.

Seeing them get dressed, reality crashed back down on Sofia. She looked at her two teammates who'd been watching. Liz was wearing, somehow, the reddest face out of everyone—and her eyes were locked on Sofia, though she quickly glanced away when Sofia faced her. Jordan didn't, though. She was leaning into Liz's shoulder, murmuring heavens knew what, and she grinned at Sofia when their eyes met.

A jolt went through her, and Sofia forcibly got a hold of herself. She wiped her chin of saliva and cum, trying to orient her spinning head. Her thoughts still felt fuzzy. Her core throbbed with need, unfulfilled—close to climax, despite the lack of stimulation. Natalie was seriously going to use her like that, so demeaning and demanding, then not even give back in return?

Why did that turn her on instead of making her mad?

What was wrong with her?

And what in the world had she just done? Sure, Natalie had been ordering her around, and that was simply a necessity of the collar and their general arrangement, but that didn't mean Sofia should have been so … enthusiastic about it all. Not in front of Liz and Ana.

"E-Everyone ready, then?" Sofia asked, trying to sound composed—but she sounded flustered even to her own ears. "Now that all of that has been taken care of, we really should get going."

She tried to act dismissive, like it had been a troublesome chore to take care of—since that was how Natalie and Ana were acting—but her breathing came raggedly, and she could barely get the sentence out. She wasn't fooling anyone.

What did Liz think of her, after that? Or Ana? Jordan and Natalie?

And why did that concern squirm in her stomach, making arousal tingle through her body?

Seriously.

Something had to be wrong with her.

This just wasn't fair.