The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 5: Via, Freedom

... dipping beneath my skirt. Her lips were fire on my cheek, melting my pussy. I turned my face; blue eyes filled my vision and her lips were mere inches from mine. Red. Moist. Plump. Just begging to be kissed; for my lips to nibble passionately on hers. Our lips met as her fingers found my bare pussy unencumbered by panties. My passion drown me, pleasure flooding through my body as her fingers gently stroked my vulva. I moaned, my hips bucked, and she kissed me harder and shoved two fingers deep inside my hole. “Pull my pants down with your teeth, slut!” I distantly heard Diane shout. “Yes, Mistress,” Sarai answered. I was barely aware of the Arab woman's domination as I was lost to the currents of rapture tossing me like a piece of debris. Kristina's tongue and fingers worked both my lips into a frenzy of passion. Orgasms kept surging through me, and all I could do was give cry to my pleasure and tremble as helpless as a leaf in the rapids. “You can do better!” Diane shouted. “Tug my pants down. I want to feel that tongue shoved between my thighs.” Kristina's fingers dug deeper inside me, exploring my depths in their quest to find my G-spot while her thumb ground against my clit. She massaged my bud in slow circles, propelling me farther and farther down the river of my pleasures. A new scent filled my nose: tangy and sweet. My own pussy. “That's it slut!” Diane moaned. “That's it! Now my panties! And god help you if you tear them!” “I won't, Mistress,” Sarai panted. Did I ...

... want that? Did I want to be used and humiliated by Antsy? The exploring fingers finally found what they had been searching for—my G-spot. That wonderful bundle of nerves that sent a raging torrent through my body that swept me to a new level of passion. I was lost in the powerful force of my orgasm as every nerve in my body churned with passion. Glorious, amazing, stupendous passion. I came back slowly; confused. I sat up and saw a satisfied look on Kristina's face as she sucked on her sticky fingers. “What happened?” I asked. “You passed out,” Kristina smugly stated. “I made you cum so hard you completely lost it!” “Eat my pussy, slave!” Diane moaned. I glanced over to see Sarai's face buried deep into Diane's snatch. Which did I want to be? Slave or Mistress? Part of me wanted Antsy licking between my thighs, eager to please me, but there were definitely times I wanted to be humiliated and dominated by her. Kristina leaned over. “Now it's your turn to make me scream.” I licked my lips; nodded my head. Slipping to the floor, I spread her thighs open and saw a red thong barely covering her pussy. There was a noticeable wet spot. I reached in and she raised her ass up as I yanked the scrap of cloth down. Her vulva was swollen with her lust and thick pussy lips protruded out. I ducked in and licked at her tangy flavor, tracing her left labia up to her budding clit. She shivered and moaned, her hands wrapping about my black hair streaked with red highlights, using my locks to pull ...