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

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

... fingers before engulfing them with her red lips. Betty cooed and moaned, her dark hands roamed across Sandy's arms and face. I rubbed my clit, delicious electricity arcing through me. Sandy kissed slowly down Betty's body. I wished she was kissing my breasts like that. Sandy licked at the underside of Betty's dark tits, then gave quick pecks as she traced Betty's ribcage. When she reached Betty's cute bellybutton, the Black girl giggled as her tongue darted into the cute divot. “Oh, Sandy,” Betty moaned. “I love you so much!” Sandy smiled, then kissed her shaved mons above her clit. I could just see a hint of pink between the dark girl's thighs before Sandy buried her face into her lover's treasure. Betty arched her back as her older lover skillfully tongued her pussy. I knew from last night just how skilled Sandy was. I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering that soft tongue probing my delicate petals and searching for every little part of my flower. My fingers pumped faster, churning pleasure inside me. I worked a third finger inside me, stretching my tunnel. “Oh Sandy!” I moaned quietly, my fingers furiously pumping in and out of my pussy as my other hand pinched and rolled my clit. I imagined my older Mistress's tongue wiggling inside my pussy, her nose brushing my sensitive button as she brought me to my shuddering release. “Oh, yes, oh, yes!” I moaned as the wonderful feeling flowed through my body. “Looks like someone was having fun without us,” Betty giggled. I opened ...

... my eyes; Sandy and Betty were cuddling. I had been so lost in my self-pleasure, I had missed my younger Mistress's climax. I yanked my fingers out of my cunt, flushing in shame at interrupting their lovemaking. “I'm so sorry, Mistresses,” I apologized, my cheeks burning. “For what?” Sandy asked, eyebrows furrowing. “For interrupting you,” I answered. “I let my own selfish desires interrupt your lovemaking. I am humbly sorry.” Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I melted, enjoying Betty's delicious flavors as I kissed my Mistress. When she broke the kiss, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. My Black Mistress's flavor lingered on my lips; my tongue kept darting out to savor her taste. “Let's make Sandy howl,” Betty grinned. “I'll take her pussy, and you attack her breasts.” “Yes, Mistress,” I grinned back. Betty flipped Sandy on her back, kissing her passionately, then deftly slipped down her body, spreading her legs. A thick, brown bush covered Sandy's pussy, drenched in her passion. Betty fingered her thick pubic hair, then looked up at Sandy. “Maybe it's time to shave this off, love.” “Really?” Sandy asked. “You're the only one with any bush,” she answered. “Joy and I are both shaved.” “Waxed,” I corrected without thinking, then I blushed furiously. “I'm sorry for interrupting, Mistress.” Betty's blue eyes twinkled. “Really, waxed?” I nodded. “I work at a salon. Well, I used to. That's how I met Mary; I gave her her first wax.” “Then you can wax Sandy!” ...