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Courtney’s legs were quivering with lust. She was on fire. There was nothing that would stop her. She wanted it, needed it, and was getting off on every moment it was done to her. Yolanda had never seen Courtney come like this—nothing she or even Cindy had done had ever brought Courtney this amount of pleasure.

Yolanda could only wish it was her wielding the strap-on that was doing this to Courtney, that she was responsible for all the ecstasy the blonde was in.

Or better yet, that she was the one getting fucked. Yolanda bit her lip. Wary as she was of being sodomized herself, she couldn’t discount the thought of experiencing what Courtney was feeling. It would be so good—maybe Courtney was a sub and she was a dom, but it seemed impossible that Yolanda wouldn’t enjoy having that done to her, being topped by Barbara, it had to be so good… yes…

Yolanda comforted herself with the thought that a part of her still wanted to have that big dildo strapped on, giving it to Courtney up the ass the way Barbara was. She didn’t just want to be fucked, dominated—she wanted to do the fucking, still.

God, she even wanted to fuck Courtney while Barbara fucked her, the three of them one big sandwich. Oh yes… that would be incredible. Yolanda couldn’t insist she was a top without also admitting how enthralled she was now by the sight of Barbara pulling out of Courtney… and for all the wrong reasons.

Barbara took Courtney by the jaw, a firm touch, but not without warmth. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, kid.”

Courtney’s dazed eyes turned to her mother, but they still could not focus. “Oh yes… yes, Mommy… the way you made me come…”

“Good. I’m glad. That amazing ass of yours deserves a world-class fucking.”

“Ohhhh,” Courtney moaned, clearly agreeing with Barbara that that’s what it had been.

“I’m going to untie you now. Yolanda will clean you up. And then we’re done.”

“I’d like that very much…”

“Alright then, let’s finish strong. No sense faltering in the home stretch, now is there?”

Barbara turned to Yolanda and nodded her in. Yolanda walked into the scene and together they released Courtney from her bindings.

She took Courtney upstairs, leading her to the master bedroom. There, she drew a hot bath for the blonde. It seemed to take an eternity for the tub to fill.

Courtney had been devastated by the sex. She was empty of thought, but full of a kind of twitching, quivering lust that was need and satisfaction and sheer overwhelmed astonishment. Every moment she spent in that decadently, torturously wrecked state, Yolanda felt consumed with her own lasciviousness, her own curiosity. What must Courtney be feeling with each passing moment of thrumming afterglow?

Finally, the tub was full. Yolanda turned the water off, then eased Courtney into it. The rejuvenation of the clean water took hold immediately. Courtney finally relaxed, realizing the fuck was over, that she could stop both dreading and wanting more. It had been decided, as things were always decided for a sub. Now she could simply enjoy herself.

After she’d soaked for a while, Courtney turned her head and looked at Yolanda as if realizing she was there. She grinned and ran her tongue around her mouth.

“Hard to say when, when it keeps feeling so good, isn’t it?” Yolanda asked rhetorically.

Courtney nodded. She looked like she’d had the night of her life. Yolanda wished she could pity her, be disgusted by her—anything but envying her.

“Thank you,” Courtney said when her voice returned.

“You’re welcome,” Yolanda said. “God…”

She couldn’t continue standing there, playing lifeguard to the exhaustively satiated Courtney, just stewing in her own conflicting urges. Yolanda picked up the soap and started washing Courtney, running the lather all over her body.

“Your mom’s really something,” Yolanda said. “I’m amazed you’re such a bottom when she’s like that. You think she’d pass it along… you’d end up like me.”

“The best… the best,” Courtney said from miles away. “There’s no one else like my mommy… nothing like being mommy’s girl.”

Yolanda could tell. “Did you like being whipped?”

“I love it,” Courtney purred, transported by the question. “I came…”

“And when she fucked you?”

“The best I’ve ever had.”

Yolanda couldn’t stop herself from doing what she did next. She was used to controlling herself, used to controlling Courtney with a mixture of withholding and abundance. But now, she just had to fuck her.

There was no way she could stop. Yolanda couldn’t get fucked by Barbara, much as she wanted to be, but she could fuck Courtney. And so, there was no way she couldn’t do that.

Reaching down into the water, she brought her hand between Courtney’s legs until she felt the golden thatch protecting her groin. She felt for herself the heat, greater even than the near-scalding water, that Courtney’s mother had engendered in her.

Courtney’s eyes sparked as she realized what Yolanda was doing. “Hnh…”

“You’re not too sore, are you?”

“Yes,” Courtney moaned. “But not there.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No… don’t stop… please…”

Yolanda smiled. She couldn’t see herself stopping anyway, no matter what Courtney said. She was too far gone to hold back, too aware of how much Courtney liked being fucked not to do it to her. Yolanda knew how good it felt for Courtney to be her puta, had seen how much she enjoyed it with Barbara, and now she was going to make Courtney all hers!

She pushed Courtney’s thighs to either side and Courtney pliantly went with the motion, spreading her slender legs to the left side of the tub, then the right side. Even after all the blonde had been through, she still quivered with anticipation at being exposed to Yolanda. It had an entirely different tenor than how she’d looked shaking with orgasmic aftershocks after Barbara was through with her. This was all Yolanda’s.

The Latina pushed a finger inside her, barely waited before adding another one. Courtney was still accepting, still receptive, so Yolanda shoved a third in. Courtney moaned with pleasure. Yolanda got the feeling she would’ve happily taken all three fingers from the beginning.

“Mmmm,” Courtney groaned, tired, but awake enough to fully enjoy how Yolanda was filling her.

“Yes, you like it, don’t you? Every puta like you wants to be fucked by your mistress…”

Yolanda put in all four fingers, and still Courtney’s splayed pussy lips didn’t resist her, not nearly as much as they could have. As a good girl’s would.

“OHHH!”

“Good. Because I like fucking you. I like making you come, little puta. I’m going to make you come with my fingers…”

“Yolanda… I can’t take… Yolanda, please!”

But her begging fell on deaf ears. Yolanda kept pushing her fingers into her, drawing them out just to shove them back in, churning the folds of Courtney’s sex in an echo of how Barbara had fucked her ass. Yolanda doubted that Courtney could take another fuck as hard as Barbara had given her, but she could take this little… reminder.

The waters sloshed and spilled over the rim of the tub, splashing an uncaring Yolanda, as she pumped Courtney’s sex hard. Just how she knew Courtney liked it.

“Make me,” Courtney was moaning now. “Make me…”

She gasped, panted, so hard that it wasn’t easy for Yolanda to make out what she was saying. But that was an easy thing for a mistress to fix in a sub.

She drove her fingers up to the top of Courtney’s pussy, rubbing the pads of her fingers against Courtney’s G-spot. The blonde went cross-eyed, her mouth hanging open. She hadn’t come yet—Yolanda couldn’t feel the convulsions of her snatch that made it painfully obvious when she got off—but she was on the edge of it, simmering with her almost-climax, and Yolanda held Courtney there with her fingers statue-still on that sensitive little spot.

“Make you what?” Yolanda demanded.

“Make me come! Please! Make me come! Let me come for you, mistress!”

Yolanda grinned. She knew it. Barbara might’ve made Courtney come like there was no tomorrow, but she was still such an insatiable slut that she’d beg for more from Yolanda. The girl was too much of a whore to only bottom for Barbara; Yolanda would always be able to dom her as well. That was weirdly comforting.

She decided to reward Courtney, knowing just what she wanted and just how to give it to her. She pushed all four fingers into Courtney’s depths, as far as they could go without her thumb entering Courtney as well—that she pressed down on the blonde’s clit, rubbing it firmly. Courtney began writhing so hard she might’ve been having a seizure, hitting the water with her hands and kicking it out the tub with her thrashing feet.

“OHHHH! GOD! YOLANDA! GOD! MISTRESS, YOU’RE MAKING ME—!”

Yolanda felt like slapping Courtney, demanding she hold herself still for her orgasm like a good girl. Barbara might’ve done that. But she was too overjoyed with the crazed climax she had driven Courtney to. She simply watched, fucking Courtney through her ecstasy and letting her splash around all she wanted. Courtney came on her hand, her cream so hot and voluminous that Yolanda felt it even through the surrounding water, every last drop.

Until Courtney was limp and wrung out, floating in the choppy water like she was lost in the satiation of all Yolanda had done to her. She was out of her mind now, just completely fucked, unable to contain herself. Yolanda snatched her hand up to taste what she could of Courtney’s orgasm through the water dripping off her fingers.

When Courtney opened her eyes, Yolanda could see she knew how fortunate she was. The Latina held out her hand to Courtney, letting her taste both the fingers she’d licked clean and those that were still soaked with Courtney’s own juices.

Courtney licked at the fingers that simply tasted of Yolanda, then with a piquant little grin she tasted herself on the fingers that hadn’t been in Yolanda’s mouth. She was so eager to do it. Yolanda wondered if she masturbated like this too—getting herself off, then cleaning her fingers in her own mouth.

God, the puta was pure sexual candy. Yolanda could’ve stared at her and her decadent, innocent sensuality for hours. But Barbara would probably castigate her for being too indulgent with Courtney. She had to be firm with her, keep up the discipline that Barbara was instilling.

“Up!” Yolanda ordered, and Courtney lifted herself on shaky legs for Yolanda to towel her dry and comb her hair, even rub lotion into her skin to make it nice and supple for the next punishment Courtney received.

Yolanda smiled at how good she was being to the puta. Readying her for how bad she’d be to her.

But something was missing. As good as Courtney looked, dripping wet and flush with climax and submissive to her mistress in every fiber of her being, Yolanda wasn’t as turned on as she should be.

Normally, this was where Courtney would be so grateful to her that she’d want another fuck, even if it was just her eating Yolanda’s pussy or taking a spanking. And Yolanda would give it to her, because she couldn’t say no, didn’t want to.

But now she felt… disinterested. And Courtney, picking up on her lack of interest, obligingly allowed the sex to dwindle down to nothing. With her towel wrapped around her, she let Yolanda escort her to her room and tuck her in.

Yolanda could’ve fucked her at any point: on the stairs, in her own bed, maybe even dragged her to the master bedroom to fuck her on Barbara’s bed and see where that led. But Yolanda had a feeling that would only make her weird dissatisfaction worse.

She kissed Courtney goodnight, giving her permission to give into her exhausted soreness and complete her recovery, then went downstairs to the basement.

Barbara was sitting on a metal folding chair like it was a throne, receiving Yolanda like an empress.

“Hello, Yolanda,” she said pleasantly, but with a glint of something anticipatory in her eyes. “What brings you here?”