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

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

... nipples. I ripped the second cloth off, then the third. White skin, beautifully smooth, was revealed. After I removed the fourth cloth, her mons venus was clear of hair, and I went to work on her vulva. “You're doing great, Sandy,” cooed Betty. “Just a few more.” “Okay,” Sandy breathed, before she pulled Betty's head down for a second kiss. I ripped the hair off the right side of her vulva; she moaned into her girlfriend's lips. I ripped the last strip off. “All done,” I declared. Betty's hands shoved down her body, eager to feel her girlfriend's bare pussy. “Doesn't that feel nice?” she asked. “Smooth as a schoolgirl!” “Yeah, I guess it does,” Sandy sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying her girlfriend's fingers. I cleared the wax bowl and strips off the bed, then grabbed the lotion. I applied it generously to my hands. I rubbed her mons gently with the soothing liquid, easing away the lingering pain. It smelled of coconut, and I couldn't help licking her smooth skin as my fingers moved lower to massage her sensitive vulva. “Hmm, that feels wonderful,” cooed Sandy. “Lower. Make me cum, Joy.” “With pleasure, Mistress,” I purred, kissing lower. I could taste the sugary wax, the coconut lotion, and the spicy-tart flavor of her pussy all mixing together as I lapped at her vulva. The bed move, Sandy shifting as Betty climb off the bed. “Let me get something.” “What?” Sandy asked, scooting back to lean against the pillows. I crawled forward, keeping my lips planted to her ...

... delicious cunt. “You'll see.” I was too busy feasting on Sandy's flower to care. I explored her pink petals, savoring her nectar. I used my fingers to spread her open and gazed at her blushing perfection. I breathed in her heady scent in—the wonderful, intoxicating aroma that only a woman's passion could produce—and dived back in, wiggling my tongue deep down her canal. “Oh, you naughty girl,” Sandy purred. “When did you get that?” “Last week,” Betty answered from behind. “Surprised?” “Umm, I can't wait to try it out.” Betty's hands stroked my ass. “I think our cute, Asian stylist deserves a reward for her beautiful work.” What did she have? The bed dimpled as Betty climbed on behind me, and something prodded my butt, plastic and hard. A dildo, perhaps? I wanted to look back, but Sandy's pussy tasted too wonderful for me to stop my meal. The object slid across my ass. It was round and narrow, a cylinder—it was definitely a sex toy of some sort. “Umm, here I go,” purred Betty as the toy rubbed against my pussy lips; I moaned in anticipation into Sandy's cunt. The dildo parted my pussy lips, sliding deep inside me. I groaned, enjoying the ridges that lined the toy below the tip. They added a rough, though pleasant, sensation as the toy delved deeper and deeper into me. Then Betty drew it back and thrust it in again, her thighs caressing the back of my legs. She quickly found a rhythm of plunging the dildo in and out of my cunt. I gave a throaty moan as I realized what was going on. She ...