The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 4: Joy, First Wax - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 4: Joy, First Wax

... women licking you.” My pussy was on fire the entire drive back to Sandy's house. The cashier had no idea how to respond to my declaration, except to blush even deeper. She was so cute! I wanted to take her home with me so she could see how wonderful my Mistresses were. “We don't have to do this,” Sandy protested when I arrived. Betty was spreading a towel across the bed. “I can just shave it.” “Nope,” Betty grinned. “I've had a wax before. It's not that bad.” “If it's not that bad, then why do you shave?” she accused. “Money,” the Black girl shrugged. “It's cheaper to shave.” “It will be okay,” I reassured Sandy. “I have done this many times.” “Fine,” Sandy pouted. “Don't be so glum,” Betty said, reaching out to tickle Sandy's sides. I was distracted from lighting the scented candles by Sandy's breasts jiggling as she tried to fend off Betty's tickle attack. They were so lovely. Sandy laughed so hard, her face and chest flushed as she struggled to breathe, adding delightful color to her pale breasts. “There, that's better,” Betty declared, and kissed Sandy on the lips. “Now let's get nice and comfortable.” “I want you to hold me.” There was a quivering note to Sandy's voice; the older woman was actually scared. “Of course I will, lover.” Betty lay on the table, propped up by several pillows, and spread her legs invitingly. Sandy sat between them and leaned back against her girlfriend, using Betty's larger breasts to pillow her head. Betty's dark hands reached around her, ...

... and spread her pale thighs. I took my bowl full of the warm, golden wax, and carefully climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Sandy's thighs. The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and jasmine, a soothing fragrance that I hoped would help to relax her. “This will be sticky,” I told her, scooping a big glob of wax on the end of my applicator, then I paused, laughing, “What type of wax do you want?” Sandy blinked at me, then looked over her shoulder at Betty. “Brazilian,” the Black girl answered without hesitation. “What type is that?” Sandy asked. “Completely bare,” I answered. “A bikini wax leaves a triangle, and a French wax a landing strip.” “Maybe the landing strip?” Sandy hesitantly asked. Betty shook her head. “Nope. I want you as bare as a girl.” Sandy jumped as I started ladling the wax onto her hair. “It's okay,” Betty soothed, stroking her sides. “Just relax. I'm here.” Sandy drew in a deep breath and nodded, “Okay.” Once her pubic hair was matted with the amber liquid, I precisely applied the strips of cloth around her vulva. As we waited for the wax to harden, Betty's dark hands found their way up to her ivory bosom, gently playing with them. Sandy's cheeks reddened, and her body began to slowly shift as her arousal grew. “Ready?” I asked Sandy. “Yes,” she husked, turning around to kiss Betty on the lips. I grasped the first strip and ripped. Sandy moaned into Betty's lips, her hips bucking. Betty held her tight, continuing to massage her breasts and ...