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Gwen would never try to escape him, never tell him to stop, but being controlled by his body turned her on. Peter didn’t rest on his laurels with her, just because she was his willing sex slave. He dominated her every time, giving her the mastery that her submissive mind fed upon so lustfully.

Peter wiggled his finger in her asshole, making the sphincter writhe and clench around its penetration. Gwen felt shades of humiliation and outrage—how incensed she would be if this weren’t Peter, if it were anyone other than him! That knowledge, that irony, brought her bottoming into even sharper relief. He was ravishing her and he was loving her at the same time, showing her the slavish pleasures she could only get to with him.

With anyone else, it’d be degradation. With Peter, it was sheer passion.

“Peter? Are you playing with Gwen?” Felicia’s voice came from nearby. “That sounds like her trying to pretend she isn’t enjoying herself—at least a little bit.”

And that sounds like you being jealous, Gwen thought back at her. Then thinking was impossible, as Peter crooked his finger in her asshole and palmed her round, taut ass at the same time.

“Whether she’s pretending or not, I know I’m enjoying myself,” Peter called back. “She’s nice and tight—just like you, Cat. It’s a wonder, considering how much more you’ve slutted around. Her asshole’s sucking at my finger like it’s trying to tell me it’s hungry for some cock. Does that sound right, Gwen? Is your ass hungry to be fucked?”

He smiled loudly enough for it to be almost audible and withdrew his finger from Gwen’s anus, the suction pulling at the tender flesh within Gwen’s rectum. He wiped his finger of lubricant on the firm roundness of Gwen’s buttock, as though making a tally mark, and then he pulled Gwen upright again. He let her feel, right in her ear, how harshly she had him breathing.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Hearing me tell Felicia what a tight asshole you have, how wet your cunt gets, what nice big tits you have. You wouldn’t think it, but she likes knowing what a good time I have fucking you. It’s not like she has any reason to be jealous. Once I’m done with you, I’ll just fuck her next. And it won’t take long to be finished with you. There’s only so much you can take, Gwen. When you’ve had your brains fucked out, Felicia will be dying to see how hard she can get fucked. If she can come even more than you can. Just like you’re so desperate right now.”

“Yes, master, I am desperate!” Gwen moaned, her asshole spasming and keening from the rough treatment, her mind whirling with the lasciviousness of how helpless she was. She knew the more vulnerable she was, the harder she’d be fucked.

Peter laughed at her quick breathing, the rasp in her throat. “At least you can admit it. You know, a classy girl like you will fuck better than a two-dollar whore. All the class acts do. You and Felicia. That’s the difference between the two of you. You put on your sophisticated air and pretend you’re pure and marry someone all swollen with money so you can strut around the country club like a princess. But deep down, you’re nothing but a slut. Felicia knows that. But I have to show you.”

He ran his hand down Gwen’s flank, along the outer edge of her breast, then curled his fingers until he was cupping the firm mound. He squeezed the flesh to make Gwen whimper. It wasn’t a protest.

“Alright, baby,” he said quietly. “Alright, princess. Open wide. Open that soft, perfect mouth up and remember all the times I’ve taken you, all the times we fucked, and how they’ve all ended with you a fucked out mess, happier than a pig in muck. You were a slut then and you’re a slut now. You’re my slut and I know just how to make you enjoy yourself.”

She smelled his cock before her face before she felt it—the slightly acrid musk of his aroused member. Then its tip brushed against her lips, warm and velvety, slippery with precum.

“Open up and suck,” Peter snarled.

Gwen dutifully opened up her mouth, but Peter didn’t give it to her yet. Her parted lips trembled. Her tongue roiled inside her mouth.

He wanted to prove that she wanted it. Gwen didn’t imagine there was any pretending she didn’t. The need was so engorged inside her that it seemed impossible it could be hidden.

Peter wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling tightly on what felt like every lock. Then he brought his thumbs to her blindfolded eyes, pressing them lightly but commandingly against the shut lids.

“You’re ready, aren’t you?” He pushed in—gently, softly—with his thumbs, making vivid red flashes appear in her dark world.

“Yes!” she cried.

The pressure eased as quickly as it began. “I’m ready too.”

He pushed at her lips with his cock, its tip vibrating with arousal. A drop of precum seeped from the glanshole and smeared against Gwen’s cupid’s-bow lips. She automatically puckered her lips and the taste penetrated into her mouth, onto her tongue.

The taste of Peter burst into her senses. Her throat jerked convulsively, trying to swallow down the warmth of it, make room for a fresh taste of Peter’s flavor.

Peter pulled on her blindfolded head, bringing her down onto his cock. She parted her lips to let in his insistent erection. More precum seeped into her mouth, thickly coating her tongue now. The flavor of it deadened her rushing anxiety, her fear that he would make her wait.

As she tasted him, strong and full on her tongue, Gwen knew she’d be getting what she craved. Her throat swallowed and convulsed, tongue working around Peter’s manhood, experimenting with its throbbing heft and cajoling so much delight from her own taste buds that Gwen started to wonder if she could come from pleasuring someone else.

The taste grew stronger. Gwen’s urges felt more pressing; she couldn’t stop her soft, red lips from wrapping around Peter’s cockhead, embracing it while he offered it up to her oral worship. She felt all the old sensations and needs as all the other times. It felt like they’d been long buried, but only because they were so intense.

When her lips widened and her jaw stretched and she crushed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth to let in Peter’s long, broad member… the feelings were so much more vivid than anything else in her life that it felt like it’d been a million years since last she’d done this. No matter how many times Peter fucked her, it would never be enough.

She felt the veins all along Peter’s length, the shudder of his swollen arousal while his cock throbbed and strained and trembled from her upper lip to her lower lip. It seemed to be reaching into her mouth, absorbing all the warm wetness her gullet had to offer.

Peter’s heated manhood stretched along Gwen’s tongue—pressing into the entrance to her softly spasming throat. Her tongue reflexively stroked against the underside of his member, which only forced his steel-hard shaft against the roof of her mouth.

Precum seeped in a flowing stream from his glanshole, working its way into her slippery throat. Gwen nearly gagged trying to continuously swallow it. Her lips compressed and the points of her teeth scratched against the tender, trembling girth of Peter’s cock.

Her jaw worked with a little spasm. Gwen had an insane urge to tighten the muscles of her face and bite into Peter’s manhood, really get him off with the same painful intensity of feeling he’d shown her, but she didn’t dare. Not because she feared punishment, but because she didn’t want to risk even the slightest damage to the instrument that gave her so much satisfaction.

She heard Peter suck in breath—felt the flaring of his prick against the stimulation offered by her sharp, white teeth. She groaned through the gag his cock made and pressed her lips inward, spreading softly along his phallus, the tautness easing in her jaw muscles as she softly massaged his member with her sucking lips, her stroking tongue.

Another spurt of slippery precum ran from his pulsing glans and was sucked away by her continuously working throat. She remembered how Peter’s cock looked, and the sight of Mary Jane and Felicia mouthing it. The images hit her with fast, hard clarity… nowhere to hide from them in the blackness of the blindfold.

She thought of MJ and Felicia as such sluts, with both superiority and jealousy. Wishing she could satiate Peter with the same sexual prowess, but proud of the purity she had to offer him instead. And yet now, she had to look exactly like they did when Peter’s other two women paid homage to his lust for them.

Peter spoke, his voice husky and thick with triumph. “That’s it, baby. You know just what to do with a big cock like mine. I knew you would.”

Of course he knew There were some men who looked at Gwen and just knew, in spite of everything, what she was capable of and how much she loved it. They were in touch with an animal part of themselves that knew the animal in her. And they saw right past Gwen’s façade of propriety, saw into her very soul, and knew what really brought Gwen her vixen joy was raw sex.

“You’re a cock-sucking bitch,” Peter said, his voice lowered to a whispering rasp, his words knifing into her like a hot blade, but only provoking more arousal. The more he tore away Gwen’s veneer of innocence, the less filter there was for the pure sensuality she really wanted to let loose. “A loving little whore who can’t keep her hot pussy closed or her hungry mouth shut when there’s a hard prick to be had.”

Peter’s fingertips massaged Gwen’s scalp through her soft, glossy hair. It brought a flush to her face and sent the same heat down her spine. She felt her nipples tingle and harden, as if awakening from a long sleep.

“Nnnnnhhh,” she groaned, baying for more around the muzzle of his thick cock.

“Keep going, baby, you’re doing fine, real fine. Run that tongue all up and down my prick until you’ve milked my cum out. You want it, my dirty bitch, you know you do, so get it!”

The muscles of his forearms flexed with an almost audible treble of power. With the smallest fraction of their strength, Peter moved Gwen’s head back and forth. He did it so slightly that, at first, her senses dominated by the seething hard cock in her mouth, Gwen didn’t know he was doing it. She thought he was just pumping his member between her lips.

Then Peter started rocking his hips, fucking his manhood in and out of Gwen’s circled lips. Now she could tell the difference between him fucking her mouth and her being fucked on his cock. His erection slipped over her restless tongue and pressed into her gulping throat.

Gwen whimpered. Her tongue obediently stroked up and down Peter’s length, laving sensation on the firm member. Her lips opened a little, then were pursed on Peter’s cock. They sucked hard, drawing Peter further into Gwen’s mouth. Her mouth did it so instinctively that it almost felt detached from Gwen’s mentality, but she knew better. And Peter knew better. This was what Gwen was.

She drew on Peter’s cock with her lush lips, cajoling it deeper and deeper into her pretty face, working her mouth down to the hilt. She swallowed reflexively, gulping him down into her throat, the narrow confines of her gullet clenching around his big knob.

Gwen herself bobbed her head back and forth, sucking even harder than he was making her devour his cock. The pressure of his hands wore off in reward for her supplication. If her hands were free, she would have fondled his balls to make it even better for him, just the way Mary Jane or Felicia would do at their most wanton.