Ladies of the Knight 9 (Patreon)

Carrie bit into the leather panties, got a sense of Julia’s mound through their covering and sucked at them. Then she felt a hard node that had to be Julia’s clit. Carrie could just reach her tongue under the panties and get to it. She ran her tongue’s tip across it roughly, making Julia scream madly.

As if to shut herself up, Julia brought Bruce’s giant cock toward her waiting mouth. She stuffed it in, then mouthed Bruce’s balls, only taking a couple of sucks on either before she was off again. Whipping her tongue and kissing lips all over Bruce’s groin with an artist’s inspiration. She jerked frantically on whatever she didn’t have her mouth on, her skilled hands stroking Bruce’s shaft and squeezing his balls to raise his cum to a boil.

“Trying to make me come early?” Bruce asked, too amused by the effort to chide her. Julia held his prick in front of her mouth and slurped on the fat knob, using all her mouth on it while her hands felt how his balls seethed from what she was doing. “You’re not going to get this erection to go down. I’m going to use it on you.”

“Use it on yourself!” Julia wheezed, popping one of Bruce’s engorged testes into her mouth. She squeezed her tongue out around it to lick at the other one. “That’s what I’d tell you if I didn’t have plans for your cum…”

“Plan all you like. You can do what you want with it after I give it to you. And I am going to give it to you.”

Julia was too busy mouthing his cock to reply. All this talk of cum had made her too heated to put effort into anything else.

Carrie knew those plans would have something to do with her. They would be pornographic, maybe debasing—certainly pleasurable. Carrie didn’t know if, intellectually, she would like being part of those plans, but her body had decided for her. Her tongue went into overdrive, face shoved against Julia’s crotch, tongue deep underneath the blistering leather of Julia’s panties.

Knowing that she was being too willful but unable to control herself, she reached up to pull away the panties. She had to get to that juicy cunt, really get to it. Feel the creamy, burning flesh of those gorgeous folds around her tongue and see them with her own eyes and taste just them, not leather, not anything else. Except maybe for Bruce. Maybe that was what Julia wanted with his cum…

Julia clenched into virginal tightness, her womanhood shaping itself around orgasm after fluttering orgasm, building to an explosion she knew would leave nothing left. She’d never had her pussy eaten so ardently and it drove her a little madder with each passing moment. And Bruce was moments away from spurting; that had her at a fever pitch all its own.

She wanted him to come just as she reached her own summit. She cried out in shocked passion when Carrie jerked her panties off her and fastened her mouth t Julia’s mound.

The instant that Carrie pulled Julia’s panties out of the way, an immense storm of Julia’s flavor thrust itself into Carrie’s face and filled her senses. Carrie hunched down to rub her face into that wet richness of Julia, smearing it over her features, invigorating her skin with its tartness. It was more than just moisture. It was sheer pleasure, Julia’s pleasure, a woman’s lust for her, Carrie Kelly.

Inundated with it, Carrie wagged her tongue around, savoring the taste of that warm cream. It captured every one of her senses but sight. Her eyes were squeezed shut, though she felt the fluid soak her eyelids like it had the rest of her face.

Then she moved her head up and sucked on the twitching folds of Julia’s labia. Her nose was buried in a wiry thatch of pubic hair, while swollen lips greeted her mouth, wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh, until she slid her tongue out and tasted the heat she’d felt brushing over her lips in a liquid kiss.

Her chin rested on the soaked gusset of Julia’s panties where they were lowered around her thighs, stretched and released by the tremors that went through Julia’s legs. She seemed pulled taut, as full as Carrie was with the taste and the smell and the feel that she had wanted to get. They both were in bliss. One to be serviced and one to be doing the servicing.

Carrie’s hands found her own sex. It felt so good to touch herself that her cunt seemed to suck her fingers inside. Three of them entered her while her other hand held her labia open. Moisture slipped out of her with each ecstatic motion. Her thighs were wet and got wetter.

She throbbed with each feminine convulsion of the pussy her lips were drawn to. It was like she was somehow working on her own cunt, but even more exciting with Julia moaning and gyrating like only another woman could. As much as she enjoyed touching herself, it paled in comparison to doing what she was doing to Julia.

“Four fingers!” Julia demanded in a hiss, seeing the little ginger’s hand in action between her thighs. “Use four fingers, you little doggie! And bark for me!”

It hurt, tinging every further note of pleasure with a burn like whiskey, but Carrie added her little finger to what the others were doing and fucked herself that much more.

The pain was the straw that broke the camel’s back: it made Carrie moan, mostly pleasure, but a little bit the spice of pain. Her hips shook like they were shattering as something indescribable knifed through her; she couldn’t tell whether it was ecstasy or an orgasm. But orgasms ended, she knew that much. They didn’t keep going and going and going.

Having all four fingers inside her reawakened the changes Bruce had made inside her with his massive prick, the feeling of being stretched, the flavor of rapture she’d only tasted with him. Her pussy suckled and spasmed like it was practicing for having him back inside her, massaging Bruce’s tensed erection into staying between her legs for as long as Carrie could take it.

Julia’s womanhood squeezed like a vise on Carrie’s tongue; the wilder Carrie waved it, the tighter it was held. Carrie didn’t know if Julia’s cunt was working as fervently as her own pussy felt like it was, but pretty soon, Julia felt compelled to take one hand away from pleasuring Bruce to drop to the back of Carrie’s head. Hold her face closer to her sex—something Carrie wouldn’t have thought possible a moment ago.

But that was why Julia had done it. Because Carrie hadn’t thought she could get any deeper and yet that was what Julia wanted.

Julia didn’t have to hold Carrie down for long. Soon, Carrie held herself in Julia’s cunt, pushing herself so fully into it that it was a struggle to breathe. Julia used her hand instead to pull on Carrie’s hair. Carrie knew Julia wasn’t trying to move her now; she just wanted Carrie to feel her hair being jerked around. Wetness spilled from her in orgasmic gushes, further glossing Carrie’s face as she sputtered and slaved away.

Julia rasped her tongue along the underside of Bruce’s jerking prick, following the rush of blood through his bloated veins. It was hard to work up a rhythm, because she knew he would come soon and she wanted her mouth wrapped around his cockhead like a condom when he did. Julia wasn’t exactly working toward an orgasm—she was getting those regularly from Carrie—but fully swallowing Bruce’s emission was her drive and she wanted it enough to blind herself to the pleasures she was rushing through, no matter how insistent Carrie’s tongue was.

“Use your thumb too, doggie!” she spat at Carrie, knowing she didn’t have much more time to talk with Bruce swelling, about to erupt. “All five fingers! Put your whole hand in your doggie cunt! And keep barking!”

Carrie did as she was told, or tried to. It was hard to bark when she was also wailing painfully, her thumb cupped under her fingers and added to the massive penetration. She’d already found a delicate balance between pain and pleasure; how much more pain could she add to that before it stopped being a rush and became simply hurt?

Carrie quivered, trying to bear the sheer immensity of sensation. If it were just pain or just pleasure, she could take it, but by having elements of both, it seemed to get twice as large inside her senses as it otherwise could be. She felt the straining, stretching walls of her sex vibrating with the fullness of her fist—the bud of her clit hitting every little shift of her wrist like a flint striking a tinder. Her juices rolled down her arm until they actually reached her elbow and she realized she was doing it. She was fucking herself with her fist.

Bruce’s ejaculation very nearly filled Julia’s mouth, but she didn’t swallow a drop of it. Instead she wrenched her mouth off his prick and tilted her head back. Mouth gaping open. Her pussy was electric, the sensation quaking inside her so violently that it was an effort to stay in control of what she was doing.

Julia used her willpower to hold herself tight, though. She wouldn’t spill a drop of the salty cream filling her mouth—wouldn’t swallow it either. Instead, she pointed Bruce’s still-hard cock right at her cum-filled mouth and flicked her whitewashed tongue at it, seeking to bring him to another eruption.

“Have I not been feeding you enough?” Bruce husked, his prick stiffening through a new erection. “Or do you want to see just how much that pretty little mouth can hold?”

As attentive as she was to his needs, Julia barely heard him speak. At this point in their relationship, she didn’t need to—she knew his desires. And she knew that at the moment, he was allowing her own to take precedence.

Her hips jiggled against Carrie’s slavering mouth, hands dragging the redhead’s face up and down over the gushing slit she’d been devoted to. Carrie’s drool darkened Julia’s pubic hair, mixing with her cream and ending up lining the curves of Carrie’s face.

Julia was coming over and over again, such powerful contractions going on inside her that Carrie didn’t know she’d be able to retract her tongue if she wanted to. She sucked at Julia’s cunt lips and worried at her clit, ever determined to find new pleasures for her mistress. Her nimble tongue tried to both wash every inch of Julia’s sex and make it dirty.

Julia’s multiple orgasms came to a head while Carrie’s were just beginning. She worked harder at her mistress’s sex, while her own fist pumped at her cunt despite the pain. Being caught between lust and discomfort was driving her mad; too mad to dislike the rigmarole she was going through. Carrie’s body shuddered uncontrollably. She plied Julia’s slit like she’d been born to service it. Her pussy felt too good for her to think about not giving in to the service Julia demanded of her.

“Here’s seconds,” Bruce groaned, slotting himself into Julia’s too-small mouth and launching again.

Julia’s pretty cheeks swelled, bulging with the new cum added to what she’d already received. She gagged—just too much seed for her to hold without spitting and swallowing, it was pushing into the tightness of her gullet without her working her throat muscles at all—until Bruce withdrew from her crammed mouth and she felt less like a balloon about to pop. Now there seemed to be just enough room.

Or not: Julia’s mouth simply too full for some not to escape. It spilled out the corners of her lips, a thick tide of it beginning to roll down her lower lip and drip off her chin. If it hadn’t been for the deposits Bruce had made elsewhere that day, she never could’ve held it all. Now, as her rapture reached an ebb, she knew it was time to give her little doggie a treat.

She pulled on Carrie’s hair, forcing her back, then got her leg up between them, her foot on Carrie’s sternum, and pushed her back onto the ground, onto her spine. Then she dove on Carrie like a hawk coming down on a mouse. This time she grabbed her by the throat—pulled her until their mouths slammed together.

When they kissed, the cum seemed to boil out of her mouth, into Carrie’s. Julia felt another orgasmic throb as she shared it. Her vision clouded, but she still focused on the panicked, lustful eyes of her bitch. Carrie was choking, struggling, yet enjoying what was happening. Her fist was still inside her own cunt, her forearm pumping it in and out. Through her grip on Carrie’s throat, Julia felt the woman swallowing.

“Christ,” Bruce breathed, his voice hot with admiration. Impossibly, his prick filled with iron for the third time. “You certainly have an imagination, Julia. I don’t know whether I did a good job of teaching you or just a good job of picking you.”

Julia smiled against Carrie’s mouth; feeling the other woman suck the cum from her own. In his own way, Bruce was as devoted to her as her new bitch. He might dominate her, but he would never let her go unfulfilled. And for that, Julia would happily be his dog in turn.