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“Go and choose a whip. You’ve seen what a submissive fucking slut my daughter is. Now I want you to show me you have what it takes to satisfy her.”

Yolanda’s heart pounded crazily. Was she really going to do this? Take a whip and brutalize her maybe girlfriend, like she’d watched Barbara do? Watched and gotten so fucking aroused she couldn’t believe it?

On fire now, Yolanda turned to look at Courtney. The blonde was sweating and heaving, not used to being handled so roughly, but beatific despite how unprepared she’d been for the thoroughness of her domination. She looked at peace… lingering peace… like how she got after she’d come from being fucked hard in the ass, though that satisfaction always seemed gone moments later, when she was pestering Yolanda for more.

Her mother had done so much more…

Yolanda wondered if she could catch Courtney unaware the same way. She could really get Courtney off if she took her by surprise. Yolanda was proof positive of that. She was insanely turned on to do the whipping herself—dripping between her thighs.

Yolanda grabbed a sweet twelve-inch job from the tackle box. A little excessive, maybe, but she was confident she could handle it. And that Courtney would appreciate being overwhelmed. She liked big dicks in her ass, big loads from Yolanda’s cock—and the big swells of feeling this would bring ought to get Courtney off like mad.

Yes, Yolanda was going to have a good time showing Courtney a good time. Licking her lips, she put a hand on the back of Courtney’s neck and held her tightly. She whispered softly in Courtney’s ear:

“How do you feel, slut?”

“Ohhh,” Courtney moaned, clearly pleased with Yolanda browbeating her—although maybe it was just her last submissive orgasm to Barbara talking.

“Do you like being whipped?” Yolanda pressed.

“Mmmm…”

“Tell me!”

Barbara sat down to watch the proceedings. She looked vaguely ridiculous, so controlled and so domineering, all from an old La-Z-Boy in the corner, but it still added to the wild lust of the situation having her there, slender legs crossed, tapping one high heel in glorious anticipation.

This all seemed even crazier to Yolanda than being a superhero, but she knew she could please Courtney, please both the Whitmore girls. And that notion ripped away all her self-control. She ran the coiled black leather whip up and down the slopes of Courtney’s bare chest, lifting each breast, showing Barbara how her juicy nipples were erect, red-hot.

“I’m going to whip these tits, slut… I’m going to whip you right on your hard little nipples!”

“Yolanda…” Courtney moaned. She seemed on the verge of climax, or just past it.

Yolanda was so used to mastering her that she could just about hear her thoughts. Courtney was wondering how much longer she could take this… how much more she could take. Asking herself feverishly because she wanted to get as much as she could before she begged for mercy.

Yolanda raised the whip and gave its tip the flick of a wrist, snapping it right onto Courtney’s heaving breasts. Flick. Snap. Flick. Snap.

“Ohhh no… don’t do that… please… I can’t stand it… Yolanda… don’t…”

Yolanda smiled—Courtney was responding so deliciously. She loved it.

Courtney pleaded with a good head of steam, little-girl tears flowing, but Yolanda could tell she didn’t mean it. Not after how hard she’d come from her mother’s punishment. Courtney had a strong will under all that supplication. She was Stargirl, after all. If she really didn’t like something, she’d safe-word out. This was just venting.

And since Yolanda knew how much that embarrassed Courtney, it must really be getting her off too.

And Yolanda was only going to keep going.

She let go of Courtney’s neck and went to her luscious little breasts, so pert and juicy where they jutted from her athletic physique. Yolanda took one nubile mound in hand and swung the whip’s tip against it, most of the length of the rope still coiled, so there was only a little whap of impact right on Courtney’s swollen nipple.

Courtney’s whole body jerked. Her spasm seemed to shake the room. “Nnnnhhh…” she drawled, going cross-eyed. Somewhere between getting way too much and not nearly enough.

The piquant little bursts of stimulation, coupled with the expectant wait between lashes, had to be driving Courtney out of her mind. It was nearly sending Yolanda around the bend having to wait to give her another smack.

Yolanda looked over to Barbara, to see if she approved of the fast-slow method she was employing to discipline Courtney. She saw that Barbara’s eyes were half-closed, her hand between her legs. She was touching herself. Getting off on what Yolanda was doing to her goddamn daughter.

There couldn’t be more approval for how Yolanda was playing with her toy than that.

She traveled down Courtney’s body with the whip, evenly touching every part of her, lashing her smartly. Not heavily, but enough to make her feel it. After how Barbara had flailed her, Yolanda didn’t want to overdo it. But she didn’t want Courtney to think she was a pushover compared to her mother, either.

The more Courtney took, the more she seemed to want. Yolanda gave it to her harder, slashing the whip across her thighs. Courtney loved it. Just loved it. Answered every stroke of the whip with a sensual undulation of her body.

She was going to come soon. The rhythm of her little dance was going too fast for anything else. But Yolanda wouldn’t let her, not yet. Not just yet. She had something special in mind to make Courtney remember that she wasn’t just being dominated—she was being dominated by Yolanda Montez, her freaking owner. Maybe not her girlfriend, but at least the only woman worthy to be her girlfriend.

Just as Courtney was panting so hard she seemed about to hyperventilate, Yolanda gave her the butt-end of the whip—exploring her cunt with it. And with its tip inside her, Yolanda rubbed her hand against Courtney’s splayed pussy, spreading around the juices and provoking more, making Courtney drenched, getting her even hornier than she already was.

And when Courtney couldn’t take that, when she was about to come again, Yolanda dropped to her knees, turned her head to Barbara, and opened up Courtney’s cunt with both hands. She made sure not to drop as she spread apart Courtney’s labia, showing off the glistening pink inside her and how those wet folds embraced the whip’s penetration.

Barbara’s mouth hung open, overcome with lust. She watched with a boundless anticipation that reminded Yolanda of how badly Courtney wanted it. Heh. Like mother, like daughter. With both of them unable to wait any longer, Yolanda pushed the hilt of the whip in—far beyond the tip—inch after inch of thick leather.

“OHHHH!” Courtney cried, going wild. Yolanda had never seen her react this way before, even to taking the biggest strap-on up the ass. She was moving against the whip’s handle for all she was worth… loving it… loving it so much it had to hurt, from the tears glistening on her cheeks.

Yolanda gasped with delight too. It was amazing, so good, so hot. She felt like she was surfing—she just had to ride the wave of this awe-inspiring force of nature. Play with Courtney as the natural born submissive did her thing, did what she was born to do.

“Come on, puta,” Yolanda said, egging her on. “¡Cógeme! ¡Cógeme!”

“Ohhhh…”

“Yes, zorra, you love it, I can tell how much you love it…”

“Yolanda…”

“You going to come? Come, zorra, come from the whip…”

Yolanda was sweet-talking her as she made Courtney respond, using the whiphandle on her cunt, moving it in and out, rubbing it against her both inside and out…

“OHHHH!”

“Come on, tell me, tell me—“

“Yes… yes… ohhhh!”

“Now? Are you gonna come now?”

“Yes! I’m gonna come now, YES!”

“Mmmm… God… the whip is getting all wet from your cunt… so damn wet…”

“GGGGHHHH!”

Courtney threw herself onto the whip as hard as she could, impaling herself on it. Her pussy was naked, with what might as well be a big bad cock buried in it, and it was driving her crazy with pleasure.

Yolanda couldn’t believe it. She just couldn’t. She’d never thought Courtney would go this far.

The blonde looked incredible, suspended in the air, her arms over her head and her legs open and the whip in her pussy. It was the kind of thing Yolanda would fantasize about, not dreaming she’d ever get to do it. Now it was just another thing Barbara had shown her.

Yolanda wondered what all she could learn from such a good mistress. How to really appreciate pussy, maybe. How to the very best, in both pain and pleasure, from a nubile body like Courtney’s. Yolanda thought she was getting plenty out of Courtney right now, but if there were more—if she could make Courtney even more fulfilled, feel even more pleasure…

Already, Courtney looked like she was continuously orgasming, coming every time Yolanda pushed on the whip, twisted it, even just left it inside of Courtney for her convulsing pussy to suck on. Courtney was on fire. Just like Yolanda was.

Yolanda stood up, leaving the whip inside of Courtney, and gave her a kiss with all the passion she could pack into it. Courtney quickly surrendered her tongue to her mistress, pushing it into Yolanda’s mouth to play with it, wanting her to taste it as much as she could. To tell Yolanda in the most intimate way possible how much she loved everything Yolanda had done to her, how grateful she was that she’d been brought to this ecstatic state, and that she would do anything Yolanda wanted in thanks.

Yolanda heard Barbara clear her throat. She took her lips away from Courtney and looked at the dom. Barbara smiled and crooked her finger at Yolanda, gesturing for her to approach.

Yolanda wasn’t sure what she wanted. Wasn’t she supposed to get Courtney off? She walked over to Barbara, confused, but not for long.

Barbara spread her legs, now gesturing emphatically for Yolanda to get down on her knees. “I bet you could really get my daughter off. But I don’t want that anymore. Now I want you to lick my cunt while she watches. By the time our show is over, she’ll be a little hellcat. We’ll probably both have to fuck her if we want to put her down for the night.”

Yolanda’s mouth hung open. “That wasn’t the deal,” she muttered.

Barbara shrugged—something so mom-like in the action—and stood up from her chair. “Alright then. I’ll leave you two alone and you can have your fun playing house…”

“No!” Courtney said at the same time Yolanda said “Wait!”

Barbara smirked. “You go first, Courtney. You are the leader of the JSA. Should I stay or not?”

Courtney’s lower lip trembled. “Yolanda, you don’t have to do anything with her if you don’t want to—and I want you to fuck me so bad—but she’s my mom. I’d love it if she got to have an orgasm as good as the ones you give me…”

Barbara met Yolanda’s eyes. “How about it, Montez? I can see how good a dom you’ve been to my daughter. Now how would you like to kneel down right beside her and be my bitch, just like she is?”

Yolanda’s breath caught in her throat. It took her a long time to answer—by the time she did, Courtney was quivering with need. “I suppose I could… try it… and if I don’t like it, we’ll just go back to me and Courtney.”

Barbara grinned, somehow showing both a feral lust and matronly reassurance. “You don’t have to worry about getting Court off right now, little girl. She’s not your responsibility at the moment. She’s mine and I’ve decided that she’s going to hang there and think about all the ways she can be a good girl… if she wants to play with us.”