April Fool's Submission - Part Three - Sex Stories

April Fool's Submission - Part Three

... the derogatory treatment made my pussy gush, my own pussy juice leaking slightly down my leg. The door opened and Chantelle ordered, as Laura bent down and took my free hand, "Crawl, my pet." My face burning with embarrassment as my pussy burned with lust, I shamefully and awkwardly crawled behind Chantelle with Laura's help, realizing that the 22nd floor apparently was only one condo...their's. As soon as the elevator door closed, Chantelle asked, "Do you want to finish what you started in the elevator, my pet?" Deciding tonight was my 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' moment, I answered, "Yes, Mistress." Chantelle lifted her skirt back up and I leaned forward and resumed licking. "Such a good pet," Chantelle moaned. I had never had my pussy properly pleasured with a tongue by a guy, (they always saw eating pussy as a brief means to an end...getting laid...and didn't get me remotely close to orgasm), I wanted to get her off. While I was on my knees, something I had been many times sucking cock, but always reluctantly (I assume like they were when licking me), I found that there was no reluctance, but instead an eagerness to please. Having never licked pussy before, the experience was strange, surreal and liberating. Yet, like everything I did, I wanted to excel at it. Although not a lesbian, I wanted to be the best pussy pleaser she had ever had. I explored like an archeologist on a dig, exploring every inch of her pussy lips, both inside and out. "That's it, my pet, ...

... make love to my cunt," she moaned, before adding, "you will be down there often from now on. It will likely be a new food group for you." Hearing those additional words startled me. Even though I was immensely enjoying what I was doing, I saw this as a one-time crazy evening, a sowing of my lesbian royal oats. Yet, instead of pointing this out, I mindlessly moaned, which implied I concurred with her ludicrous statement. "Oh yes," she continued, "Laura and I have been searching for the perfect pet for a while now and I think we really hit the jackpot with you." I was so focused on the now, on tasting her sweet nectar, in getting her off and hopefully getting off myself soon, that my usual rational, big picture self couldn't comprehend past the moment at hand. She moaned, her hand going through my hair, and asked, "Are you ready to be our full time pet?" I really didn't know what the duties of a full time pet would include, but when she pulled my head from her delicious pussy I looked up at her in lustful confusion. She looked down at me with a stern look and said firmly, "I don't like repeating myself, my pet." Her disappointment at me written all over her face, I answered, desperate to bury my face back into her oasis of heaven, "Yes." "Yes, what?" She asked, with a dramatic sigh. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, correcting my error. "Yes, Mistress, what?" She asked, clearly getting exasperated by me. I don't know if it was the alcohol, the exotic scent, the tantalizing taste, the ...