Bitch To The Baroness update (Patreon)

“Now it’s your turn, Flint. Thank Abbey for letting you see that delicious body and give her a show.”

Flint was too far gone to snap out a reply. All he could think to do was strip down until he was naked, his hard, lean body rippling with scarred muscle. His eight-inch cock stuck out hard and hot, looking even more impressive with the stiffened muscle behind it, ready to use it to ream out some lucky female.

“Ah, yes,” the Baroness sighed. “Quite an impressive organ. I wonder—do any of your female comrades give it the service that it’s due? Or are they unequal to the task? Abbey—show Flint how Cobra rises to the occasion.”

Abbey bent over at the waist, gripping Flint’s prick in her hand. She ran her tongue over the red-hot glans.

“Mmmm,” the Baroness moaned, rubbing her pussy through her catsuit. “Still feel like you’re on the right side, Flint?”

“Oh! Ahhh!” Flint groaned joyously.

Abbey wrapped her soft lips around his cockhead, then fucked her mouth down onto his shaft. She got down on one knee, her head bobbing up and down on his length, her mouth sucking lovingly. Her lips were puckered on his manhood, her cheeks dimpled, caved in with how hard she was slurping the taste of his cock off the hardened flesh.

“Yes, suck that cock, Abbey!” the Baroness huffed. She dipped her hand inside of her catsuit, under her panties, and stuck a finger into her tight pussy.

Abbey pumped her head up and down, fucking her face on Flint’s member, slurping on it as it got stiffer and stiffer. She felt it expand, swelling in her mouth as though about to come, but she never got his ejaculation. He resisted her, made her keep sucking him. She came off his prick and grabbed it in her hand, rubbing his erection furiously with her gloved fingers.

The Baroness turned around, showing off her fat ass—the full, thick meat of it bulging out, barely constrained by her leather catsuit, which seemed shrink-wrapped to the glorious curves of her buttocks, adhering clingingly to every jiggling inch of roundness that billowed out from her wide hips. Flint’s eyes were inevitably drawn to her, sucked into how the leather ran like a layer of paint between her buttocks and into shadows, like if he only squinted a little, he could see her anus and pubic mound outlined by the tight caress of leather. Then the Baroness gave herself a slap on the ass, the blow reverberating in ripe jiggles through all of her supple, feminine flesh like those lovingly wrapped globes would never stop quivering.

“Gggghk!”

Abbey moved to the side as Flint shot off a soaring load of his seed, letting it land sticky and smacking on the Baroness’s leather-clad ass, hard enough that even through her ‘armor,’ she had to feel it. Flint grunted as he ejaculated and the Baroness moaned, watching over her shoulder as Abbey jerked him off all over the big ass that the Baroness’s catsuit showed off so lovingly.

“AGGHH!” Flint husked out.

“Oh yes… get it all out, Abbey. Glaze my ass like it deserves.”

The Baroness’s catsuit pulled even tighter about her ass as it was liberally coated with Flint’s cum like icing on a cake. Her leathers bulged out at the crotch where her hand jiggled, fingering herself, getting off on the feeling of seminal warmth through her catsuit and the sight of Flint and Abbey so amorously enjoying themselves. Flint’s cock was a geyser and Abbey kept its seed flowing out like a happy little whore, her hand jerking as hotly as the Baroness’s was as she pleasured herself.

“Mmmm… ooohh,” the Baroness sighed, shimmying her hips to let Flint’s semen better land all over her thick ass, cover all of it in shining seed.

Abbey looked over to her and saw the Baroness was obviously coming, her head thrown back, her hair falling so far down her back it was almost touching the ropes of cum now draped across her buttocks. She fucked her hand faster on Flint’s cock, milking him dry until Flint groaned painfully, the pleasure curdling to sensitive soreness. She stood up, letting go of his flagging manhood.

“Very good,” the Baroness breathed, running her hands down over her sumptuous ass. Abbey found herself wishing she could do the same—all the more so because the Baroness no doubt felt the heat of Flint’s cum as she rubbed it into her leathers. “But you’ve dirtied my uniform. I’ll have to change.”

She pulled down her catsuit, wiggling out of its already unzipped confines. More and more of her luscious body snaked out of the shimmying leather, her full breasts splashing out into the open air with nipples erect.

“You show him your breasts too,” the Baroness ordered Abbey. “We want him good and hard again.”

Abbey obediently unzipped and shrugged off her top. The black bra she wore underneath bubbled with the fullness of her chest, until she undid that too, letting her breasts swing free.

“Oh Jesus,” Flint huffed, his cock leaping up again, shedding drops of cooling cum as it grew erect once more for the two naked women in his presence.

“Take my panties off, Flint,” the Baroness ordered, now only wearing them, her boots, her gloves, and of course, her glasses.

Flint knelt down to tug the Baroness’s panties down off her legs. She stepped out of them. Her leather boots snapped crispily back down to the floor after she was completely naked. She took Flint by the hair and smashed his face into her sex. Flint devoured it.

Abbey watched, wearing only her panties now. She pushed them down off her hips and let them fall to the floor. Then she rubbed her pussy as she watched Flint eat the Baroness out.

The Baroness swirled her hips at Flint’s licking tongue. “Yes, lick, lick you dog! I want to know your tongue’s been all over my pussy!”

Then she pulled him up and pushed him into a nearby chair. He sat—she straddled him, settling her cunt down onto his manhood.

“And now we’ll fuck,” she told him, riding Flint now, bouncing on top of him, her ass slapping on his muscular thighs as she smacked her cunt down on his erection. She took it all with her downward thrusts, moaning and gasping as it filled her. Flint panted heatedly, no more ready for the pleasure than she was.

For as many exotic locales as she’d visited and strange experiences she’d been through, Abbey had never watched two people fuck—not right in front of her. But despite the perversion of what she was seeing, it excited her. She fingered herself faster, pinning her clit against her pelvic bone and rubbing it to the edge of climax.

“Oh yes! This is where you belong, Flint! Serving COBRA! Serving me!” the Baroness cooed, rutting up and down on Flint, her large breasts swinging with her speed as she pleasured herself on his willing cock.

Flint reached up and grabbed her tits, barely able to hold them when they were almost bigger than his hands. The Baroness fucked faster, riding him, pumping him hard with her bodily strokes up and down on his raging erection.

“Ooooh, this is good, Flint!” she breathed.

“Fuck him, mistress!” Abbey blurted out, fingering her cunt.

The Baroness laughed. “What else is he good for?”

But as much as she condescended to him, Flint was enjoying himself. How could he not, with the Baroness bouncing up and down on him, bucking on his manhood until she stiffened orgasmically, then undulated her hips in a slow, luscious enjoyment of the afterglow.

“Oh, oh, yesssss,” she moaned, her belly-dancer-like shimmying becoming weak, her full ass pooling on Flint’s thighs as she rested it. She bounded up and down in short, jabbing strokes as she enjoyed impaling her sensitive pussy on Flint’s hard-on. “Yes, yes, yes—come in me!”

“You asked for it!” Flint gulped, his cock swelling with another load. “You asked!”

Flint closed his fingers on the Baroness’s tits as hard as he could. He jammed his hips up out of the chair, thrusting himself into her cunt. And there, as deep as he could get inside of her, he exploded. Abbey stroked her clit with her finger. She wanted to climax with them.

“MMMMMMM!” the Baroness hummed. “Warm and sticky… enough for all my tight little cunt.”

Abbey watched, struck by the display of sheer ecstasy, Flint giving and the Baroness receiving. She tingled with her own rapture, the thrilling reward for her masturbation.

The Baroness came to a rest on Flint’s lap. “Mmm… not bad. Not a bad fuck at all, for a good boy. But then, you’re being bad fucking me, aren’t you? Aren’t you being bad?”

Flint could only pant. The Baroness sneered at him.

“Now I want to see you fuck Abbey.”

She got off of him, arranging herself on her feet with the same confident stature as if she were at parade rest, not freshly fucked and glowing with illicit satisfaction.

Abbey was still in the middle of her delight. It turned her into a wild animal, baying for more. She stumbled to Flint, jumped on top of him, and together they got his still-hard prick into her sex. She unthinkingly imitated the Baroness’s wild fucking, launching herself up and down in Flint’s lap, on his hard, hot erection that soon gave her the same pleasure as the Baroness had received.

“That’s right, darlings. That’s how you fuck,” the Baroness mewled. “You look good, Abbey. You look like you’re enjoying his cock.”

“I am!” Abbey moaned.

“Don’t stop until you’ve made him come again,” the Baroness ordered.

“I won’t, mistress!”

Abbey fucked the man. She threw her hips up and down, in and out, ravishing her own pussy and using his cock to do it. She looked down into Flint’s handsome face. He stared up at her.

“You do look good,” he groaned.

“I know,” Abbey said, riding him hard, humping up and down on him, her tight little ass smacking loudly against his thighs.

Abbey craned down and kiss Flint. Her tongue entered her mouth.

“Yes, that’s the way,” the Baroness breathed.

Flint grabbed Abbey’s ass, squeezing it hard as he fucked it.

“Unh! Unh!” he grunted. “You look damn good… feel so fucking good…”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Abbey huffed.

The Baroness laughed. With all the fucking and lust and voyeurism swirling around in Abbey’s brain, it was like an added note of insanity, surrounding her like a funhouse. It made no sense, made her feel drugged, but it felt good. Maybe she was undercover in a terrorist organization, fucking a prisoner on the orders of a madwoman, but it was some of the best fucking Abbey had done in a long time.

“I’m glad to hear you getting into the swing of things, Abbey,” the Baroness said. “But remember, I am the Baroness—you are merely Abbey Chase. I may ride Flint, but you will bend over that bed and have that beautiful ass fucked like a dog. Flint might be our prisoner, but you are both my toys… and I want to see him fuck that cunt like a man.”

Abbey got up, her head swimming, knowing she had only barely managed to pry herself away from the pleasure she was getting to obey the Baroness’s whim. Flint squeezed her ass until she stepped away from him far enough to get to his cot, then she was bending over it, her feet far apart, her ass swaying in anticipation. She knew that the Baroness was watching her as much as Flint was preparing to fuck her. She liked knowing the eyes behind those elegant glasses were focused on her, waiting to take pleasure in seeing her rut like an animal.

Flint offered up no protest to the new arrangement either. He moved close behind Abbey, pressing against her ass, panting while he ran his stiff cock between her legs, up and down her buttocks, looking for the slippery opening he had just been in.

“Yes, fuck that cunt,” the Baroness breathed, sounding more relaxed, yet more ragged than she had when Flint had been cocking her. “Show us how much you crave the superiority of COBRA.”

Abbey felt his right hand down under her arched ass, part the lips of her pussy, and then his fat cock was pushing inside her, spreading her wide open. Her breath caught; she heard Flint gasp as well. Her eyes almost rolled up in her head as inch after inch of girthy meat was fed in her most sensitive space, the intensity of being filled almost painful—so different from how he’d fucked her when she was on top, if that could be said to be him fucking her at all.

Abbey considered herself a feminist—it went with the Danger Girl territory after all—but that psycho the Baroness was right. It made all the difference in the world whether she was riding him or bending over for him. The feeling of being claimed, mastered, dominated fired her lust far more than the simple physical act of penetration… and she was getting it from both Flint and the Baroness, the two of them practically double-teaming her, the Baroness using Flint like a sex toy on her and the Baroness’s voyeurism stroking her sense of the taboo as Flint fucked her.