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My Girlfriend's Bitch

2/7/2010

When I pulled into the driveway and saw Karen’s car, I suspected
my girlfriend, Lynn, was going to be disappointed with
me. This was the second time in two weeks that I had forgotten
about dinner plans that she had made with her friend Karen
after their tennis match. Lynn, who I had been dating for
a year and living with for the past six months, was generally
very laid back about these things…but I did promise her
the last time I would be on time for the next dinner with Karen.



As I parked my car, I began to hope that their match had taken
longer and that they had not been home very long. I quickly
discovered that this was not the case when I opened the door
and stepped into a kitchen that showed signs of food that
had been prepared and served at least 45 minutes earlier.
I took a few more steps into the dining room where I was greeted
with an angry stare from Lynn.


“Let me guess, ” she said before I could say anything, “a
pickup game at the gym which caused you to lose track of time.”



“Yeah, ” I replied remorsefully as I walked toward her
prepared to do my best apologizing and groveling.


“I am very sorry, ” I continued as I got down on my knees next
to her and reached for her hand. “I don’t know where my head
is sometimes…I feel awful that I did this to you…you are
so beautiful…especially in your tennis outfit…I will
do anything you want to make it up to you…just tell me, I’ll
be your bitch.”


When I finished she still had a stern look on her face, but
I knew I had assuaged her when she said, “Well at least you
had the courtesy of showering before you came home, I couldn’t
have accepted your line if you smelled liked it also.”


At that point, Karen interrupted, “I think he has an issue
with me.”


“No. Definitely not, ” I quickly said as I considered my
feelings for Karen. I hardly knew her. She and Lynn had been
college roommates and close friends. They lost touch with
each when Karen married a guy that Lynn didn’t like. Karen
recently divorced that guy, and so she and Lynn renewed
their friendship and started hanging out together doing
things like playing tennis, working out, shopping… My
two prior interactions with her, although brief, were
very positive, and I liked her quite well. Like Lynn, she
had a positive, fun-loving, laid back personality. As
physical appearances went, she was totally different.
Lynn, who is of Eastern European descent, has blonde hair,
green eyes, fair skin with a 5’ 6” 125 lb., lean, athletic
body, i.e., defined shoulders and arms, small perky breasts,
washboard stomach, narrow hips, round, rock hard ass,
and muscular legs. Karen, who is of Italian descent, has
black hair, dark eyes, and a darker skin tone. She is also
taller than Lynn, firm and athletic, but not nearly as defined.
She has large, voluptuous breasts, and possesses all of
the curves associated with her classic hourglass shape.
No doubt the two of them attracted quite a bit of attention
together in college, just as they do now. In any event, Lynn
came to my aid before I could respond further.


“No, ” Lynn interjected, “He likes you just fine. He just
screwed up and now it is time for him to pay the price.” Lynn
winked at Karen and then asked, “Did you hear him say that
he will be my bitch to make amends?”


“Yes I did, ” replied Karen, smiling wryly.


“So did I.” Lynn then looked at me sternly again, “Ok, Bitch,
you can start by getting us some more wine. The bottle is
in the kitchen.”


I wasn’t sure what to make of this, as Lynn had never spoken
to me on these terms before. I hesitated, waiting for a smile
to show me she was joking.


“Snap to it, Bitch, ” She said more forcefully. “You did
say you're my Bitch, didn’t you?”


“Yes, ” I said meekly. As I got on my feet, I saw Lynn and Karen
exchange a smile between them. Although I felt a bit humiliated
by this, I figured Lynn was trying to impress and joke with
her friend, so I decided I would play along.


After I poured their wine, Lynn looked at me again and asked,
“Who’s bitch are you?”


“I’m your bitch, ” I meekly replied. Lynn and Karen exchanged
another chuckle. I moved to my chair and sat down, feeling
the sting of more humiliation from their exchange. Nevertheless,
I was hungry and I started to reach for a plate of leftovers.



“Did I say you could sit down, let alone eat, Bitch?” Lynn
grabbed my hand to stop it from reaching the plate.


“No, ” I said and started to get up, becoming more accepting
of my submissive role. I was sitting adjacent to Lynn, so
to get up and push in my chair, I had to turn my back to her.
When I did, I felt a firm slap on my ass that caught me off guard.
When I turned to her, I was greeted with the same stern look.



“That’s for disobeying me, Bitch, ” Lynn said bluntly.
She then handed me her dirty plate. “Now take this to the
sink and rinse it, Bitch.”


Without hesitation I grabbed the plate, and turned toward
the kitchen. Before I could take a step, I felt another sharp
slap on my ass. I quickly looked back.


“If you clear the table as I say, I might give you something
to eat, Bitch.” Lynn’s face and voice remained stern. Karen,
on the other hand, was looking at me with a smirk.


As I walked to the kitchen I was flooded with all sorts of
thoughts and emotions. I had never seen Lynn act in such
a dominating way before. I knew she wasn’t angry with me,
but on the other hand, she was serious about being in control.
I was also puzzled by how quickly and naturally I submitted
to her. Any other woman I would have told to fuck off for acting
the way she did, especially in front of her friend. But I
have a bond with Lynn unlike any woman I have ever been with,
so I found that I wanted to show my loyalty and please her
however she wanted, even if that included being humiliated
in her friend’s presence. As I reached the sink, I was shocked
that I had a full erection in my pants. No one had ever slapped
my ass and dictated orders to me like that. The submissiveness
and humiliation I felt had me confused, and very aroused.



I tried to take extra time to rinse the dish so that I could
get control of my emotions and lose my erection. But Lynn
would have none of it. “I told you to rinse, not scrub, that
plate. Get back in here Bitch.”


I obediently turned to go back in. My erection had gone down,
but it caused the bulge in my pants to be more noticeable
than if I had been fully erect. There was nothing I could
do to hide it. I walked backed in with my head down, trying
to avoid eye contact. I stopped when I was next to Lynn. There
was a long silence as she and Karen looked at my crotch and
exchanged more smiles between them. Finally she said to
Karen, “Apparently my Bitch likes to dawdle when rinsing
dishes.”


“Apparently so, ” Karen said.


“Apparently my bitch wants some discipline.”


“For sure, ” Karen said again, as she stared at my crotch.



Lynn looked at me sternly again. “Take off your pants, Bitch.”



This was not what I was expecting, and I again gave Lynn a
hesitant look.


“Don’t make me tell you again Bitch, ” she snapped.


I quickly complied, and as I stepped out of the last leg of
my pants, she ordered me to bend over the table with my forearms
and elbows resting on the surface. Facing me across the
table was Karen, who continued to humiliate me with her
smirk. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this to happen.
Lynn’s hand softly caressed my bare ass, sending shivers
up my spine.


“So you want some discipline, don't you Bitch?” Lynn
said in a demanding tone.


“Yes, ” I replied. No sooner had the word left my lips and
I felt the sting of Lynn’s hand on my bare ass. I groaned with
pleasure, as my cock immediately returned to a full erection.



"You mean, 'yes Mistress, ' don't
you Bitch?" I felt the sting of another slap on my ass.



"Yes Mistress!"


Lynn went back to softly caressing my ass, and she reached
underneath me with her other hand and grabbed my rock hard
cock. “You like that discipline, don’t you Bitch?”


“Yes Mistress, ” I said, and quickly received another
slap followed by a caress. This caressing and slapping
pattern continued for the dialog that followed.


“You’re my bitch, aren’t you...You do what I say, don’t
you Bitch…You won’t dawdle with the next task I give you,
will you Bitch…You want to please me, don’t you Bitch…You
want to please me in Karen’s presence, don’t you Bitch…”



To each of her statements, I replied, "Yes Mistress, "
as Lynn worked me into a frenzy. I was nearing orgasm when
she stopped. She then handed me Karen’s plate and said,
“This time, no dawdling, Bitch.”


"Yes Mistress."


I did not hesitate. At the sink, I had a brief moment to consider
my feelings. I couldn’t believe I was standing half naked
with a red ass and a raging hard-on rinsing a dish. I didn’t
understand why, but I loved being dominated and humiliated.
I also felt a deep connection with Lynn, as she had taken
quite a risk revealing a side of her personality I had never
seen. She also seemed to understand me better than I understood
myself. She had crawled inside my head in a way that I never
imagined. My trust in her grew, and all I wanted to do was
please her, and be dominated by her. I wondered if she was
as aroused as me.


When I returned, Lynn had turned her chair 90 degrees so
that she was facing me when I entered the room. She had been
talking to Karen, but too quietly for me to hear. I stood
in front of her.


“Very good, Bitch, ” she said, praising me for rinsing
the dish the way she wanted. She then looked at Karen and
said, “I believe my bitch should be rewarded with something
to eat.”


“For sure, ” Karen said with a slight chuckle.


“Take off your shirt and get on your knees, Bitch.” I complied
immediately.


Lynn spread her legs and lifted her leg and rested her heel
on the corner of the chair, causing her to expose her crotch.
She had soaked through her panties and her shorts. Although
Lynn’s juices flow liberally, I had never seen her anywhere
close to this wet, even with heavy foreplay and lots of touching.
“Can you perform another task for me, Bitch?”


“Yes Mistress, ” I said, “but you haven’t showered.” I
wanted to kick myself for the last part. Lynn was particular
about her hygiene. She would never let me lick her pussy
unless she showered first, even if she had showered only
a few hours before. It would interrupt the spontaneity
of our sex. I would tell her that I loved the scent and taste
of her pussy, and that I would let her know if I found anything
unsavory. But she would always shower, saying that I deserved
"clean, fresh pussy."


Her reaction to my words was inconsistent with past behavior.
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to her crotch,
burying my nose in the wet material. “Only my good bitches
get to eat a clean pussy, " she said sternly, and then
after a pause she added, "my naughty bitches clean
my pussy.”


She paused longer and let me take in her scent. The activities
of the day and the tennis had produced a strong, intoxicating
scent. I felt closer to her, as I believe she had just overcome
a barrier that been constructed by some shame or uneasiness
she had about the smell of her sex. Of course, I also felt
more submissive and more humiliated, and therefore more
turned on, about the thought of cleaning her pussy.


“So, ” she said to Karen, “would you say I have a good bitch
or a naughty bitch here?”


“Definitely naughty, ” Karen said without hesitation.



“And what do you say, Bitch?”


“I am definitely a naughty bitch who needs to clean my Mistress'
pussy, ” I said lustily. Those words alone sent a wave of
pleasure through Lynn, as I felt her pussy twitch and quiver
with a gush of juices that flowed through her clothing.
I lapped at her crotch with my tongue, tasting the nectar
of her sex. Lynn pulled my head back.


“You are a naughty bitch.” she said. “I didn’t tell you to
start.” She then looked at Karen and said, “My Bitch wants
to clean my clothes too.”


Lynn stood up and told me to remove her tennis shorts. She
then had me slide her panties off her and hand them to her.
I have a panty fetish which I have shared with Lynn. As part
of our foreplay, she will often remove her panties, wrap
the silky material around my cock and then tease me with
a hand job. What she did next went a step further. She held
her panties so the inside of the crotch, which was soaked
with her creamy juices were in the palm of her hand. She then
moved her hand less than an inch from my face. “You can start
by cleaning these, ” she said.


I started with soft delicate licks and progressed until
the silky sweet material that had been drenched by her succulent
privates was in my mouth with me sucking on it. Lynn continued
to talk to me as I did this. “That’s it, Bitch, clean those
panties…”


When all of her tart juices had been sucked from the material,
Lynn took her panties and wrapped them around my cock. I
wanted to explode. My aching cock was begging for attention,
and the touch of the silky garment was enough to make it pulsate.
“Don’t even think about cumming, Bitch, ” Lynn commanded.
“You will cum if and when I say you can. Got it, Bitch?”


“Yes Mistress, ” I obediently replied.


Lynn removed from her hair a small elastic band used to hold
it in a pony tail, then wrapped the band around the base of
my cock to secure the panties. Lynn then sat back in her chair,
spread her legs, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it
to her shaved, glistening cunt. She positioned my head
so that my nose was in her slit. “Should I let this naughty
bitch clean my pussy?” she asked Karen.


“Only if your Bitch begs, ” Karen said, a deviant tone in
her voice.


Lynn knows how much I like to lick pussy and please my partner,
as she had participated in many long sessions of my face
buried between her legs, licking and sucking her to one
orgasm after another. She would always tell me that I was
a rare talent, as all her previous relationships had been
with men who either didn’t like to perform oral or were wholly
inept at it, due either to an inability or unwillingness
to learn. I particularly enjoyed performing oral on Lynn
because she is the first woman that I had been with who kept
herself fully shaved and, more importantly, seemed to
be capable of limitless orgasms.


"Do you want to clean my pussy, Bitch?" Lynn's
tone was demanding.


I took the cue that I needed to beg. "Mistress, it would
be an honor and privilege to lick your pussy clean…I live
for your pussy and for licking it for any purpose that pleases
you…I know I am a naughty bitch and don't deserve to
even taste your sweet pussy…but please, please let me lick
it…clean it…suck it…for your pleasure…"


I wasn't allowed to finish. Lynn grabbed my head, "Shut
up and lick it Bitch!"


I wasted no time. Lynn was more turned on than I had ever seen,
her tart juices already soaking my nose and face. I delicately
ran my tongue around her labia and through her slit, savoring
the scent and taste of her pussy, but teasing her by ignoring
her clit. When she had enough of my teasing, she grabbed
my head and moved it to her clit. "Lick it there Bitch."



My tongue circled her clit only a few seconds before Lynn
came violently.


I lapped eagerly at the juices flowing from her slit. I was
still rock hard from my submissiveness, and pleasing Lynn
was only making it worse.


I heard movement from Karen whose view was blocked by the
table. I paused briefly to see what was happening. "Don't
stop until I tell you, Bitch." Lynn commanded.


"That's hot, " Karen said as she approached
Lynn from behind and looked down to see my face buried between
her legs. Karen reached around the back of the chair, gave
Lynn a hug , looked at me and said, "You are one lucky
Bitch."


That's exactly how I felt and I was going to show my appreciation
to Lynn. I slid two fingers into her pussy, and started rubbing
her G-spot while I sucked and circled her clit with my tongue.
Karen's hands moved from Lynn's midsection to
her breasts and she started to kiss and nibble at Lynn's
neck and ear. Lynn continued to dominate me with her words,
even while Karen helped remove Lynn's shirt and bra,
exposing her firm pouting breasts. Karen went to work on
Lynn's breasts, touching and squeezing her hard nipples.
Lynn began to moan. Karen moved around, and with her hands
cupped under Lynn's breasts, buried her face in her
chest and hungrily kissed and sucked at her tits. Moments
later Lynn had an orgasm so intense that I thought she was
going to crush my fingers. I wanted to come to, as watching
Karen touch, kiss and suck Lynn's breasts was very
hot.


When her orgasm was over, Lynn guided Karen behind her again
and then instructed me to remove my hand from her pussy.
My fingers and the palm of my hand were dripping with her
tart juices. "Lick that cum off your fingers Bitch, "
she commanded.


I, of course, complied, licking and sucking every precious
drop from my hand. Although Karen continued to smirk at
me while she cupped and squeezed Lynn's breasts, I
could see in her eyes that she would gladly trade places
with me. Lynn chastised me for being among other things,
"a cum licking bitch."


When I had swallowed all her juices, my face was pushed back
to her pussy. I immediately found her G-spot again and went
back to work on her clit. It wasn't long before I could
feel Lynn beginning to tense for another orgasm. Although
Lynn continued to dominate me with her words, the message
was more of encouragement and praise for the pleasure I
was giving her.


"I believe my Bitch deserves a pat on the back…but
I am sure would prefer a slap on the ass, " she said
to Karen.


"I would be happy to spank that Bitch for you, "
Karen said lustily.


"Excellent idea, " Lynn said. Seconds later,
Karen was kneeling next to me. She lightly and slowly ran
her index finger from the base of my neck down my spine to
my ass. She caressed my ass lightly with one hand as she turned
away from Lynn, and leaned over me. Although concealed
by her top, I felt her ample breasts and rock hard nipples
press into my back. With her other hand, she reached around
my torso and firmly grabbed my bulging, panty wrapped cock.



"Don't even think about cumming, Bitch, "
Lynn said tersely. I obeyed, but it wasn't easy, especially
since I could feel Lynn getting ever closer to another orgasm.



Moments later Lynn gave Karen the command to "slap
the Bitch, " and I immediately felt the firm sting
of Karen's bare hand on my ass, the reverberation of
which forced my face into Lynn's pussy. We all moaned.
Like Lynn, Karen lightly caressed the area she slapped
before delivering another blow. Around the fifth or sixth
slap, Lynn exploded with another finger crushing orgasm.



When Lynn had recovered from her orgasm, I felt Karen's
index finger gently move through the crack of my ass and
over my hole. "I think your Bitch is a virgin, "
she said to Lynn.


"Not for long, " Lynn said. They both giggled
deviantly.


Before I knew it, I was on my feet with Lynn's hand firmly
grasping my cock, leading me to the bedroom, followed closely
behind by Karen, who was rubbing and lightly slapping my
ass. Once again, my thoughts were flooded. Lynn and I had
engaged in ass play before. With her attention to hygiene,
I regularly rimmed her when I went down on her. Occasionally,
I would fuck her in the ass. In fact, the first time I did that,
she initiated it. Having never have fucked anyone's
ass before, I expressed concern our first time over causing
her pain, even with the extensive lube that we had prepared
with, and I questioned whether she would receive any pleasure.
Lynn explained it was the ultimate submissive act, and
that alone provided enough pleasure for her. I found I enjoyed
the tightness of that hole and the dominating feelings
associated with the act. As much as I would allow, Lynn would
reciprocate. She would likewise rim me when she performed
oral on me and occasionally run a moistened finger around
my hole when we fucked in the missionary position. Although
I enjoyed this a lot, my homophobia kept me from allowing
any penetration. Lynn always respected this boundary,
while at the same time expressing a desire to explore for
the first time the "male G-spot, " which she
said could only be stimulated by anal penetration. She
also hinted that I might enjoy the role reversal related
to such an act.


As we reached the bedroom, the excitement associated with
my submissiveness outweighed the fear and shame related
to my homophobia, so when Lynn told me to get on my hands and
knees on the bed, I obeyed.


"That's a good Bitch, " Lynn said kindly,
as she caressed and gave my ass a tender slap.


She then turned to Karen who was standing next to her. She
embraced Karen and started to kiss her passionately. "I've
missed you sweetie, " she said as she helped Karen
out of her shirt and bra, exposing her full breasts and large
brown nipples. As I later learned, Lynn and Karen had been
lovers while they were college roommates, although they
would independently date men. Their sexual intimacy ended
when Karen met her ex-husband, who Lynn did not like. When
they were lovers, they had discussed having a threesome
with a man but they had never met the right guy.


Watching two beautiful, sensual women kiss, fondle and
love each other was fulfilling a big fantasy of mine, although
these weren't exactly the circumstances that I had
envisioned. Either way, it was still hot and my fears of
what I was anticipating to follow melted away.


"Leave your panties on, " Lynn said as Karen
shimmied out of her shorts.


Lynn looked at me and asked seductively, "Enjoying
this, Bitch?"


"Yes Mistress, " I said, "if it pleases
you, it pleases your Bitch."


Lynn guided Karen to the bed, and had her lay on her back in
front of me, with her legs spread. She then leaned over and
kissed, fondled and sucked her tits. Karen moaned with
pleasure. Like Lynn, her panties were thoroughly soaked.
White creamy nectar clung to the black silk covering her
sex. Unlike Lynn, it was apparent from the outline of her
panties that Karen had a thick thatch of pubic hair that
accentuated her mound. Karen started to grind her hips
and mound in response to the attention Lynn was giving her
breasts.


With Karen's excitement peaking, Lynn abruptly stopped
kissing her. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it
into Karen's panty soaked crotch, positioning my
nose so it was buried in her slit. "Don't move
or even look up until I tell you, Bitch."


I didn't think of resisting. Although different than
Lynn, Karen also had a tart, earthy, intoxicating scent.
She wreaked of raw sexual desire begging to be satisfied.
She slowly ground her hips, soaking my nose and cheeks,
inviting and tempting me to take a lick. But I wasn't
going to disobey Lynn, nor was I going to reward Karen with
the pleasure she sought. It was my way of paying her back
for the humiliation and spanking she gave me. Nevertheless
there was sexual tension between us that grew as we listened
to Lynn rummaging in her closet.


When Lynn returned, I heard her ask Karen, "What do
you think?"


"Small and gentle, " she said, "your
Bitch has been loyal and obedient." Although I couldn't
see what they were talking about, I knew from Karen's
words that I had earned her respect which caused me to feel
a bond with her that heightened the sexual tension and arousal
between us.


There was movement, but I still couldn't see. Karen
told Lynn how beautiful she is and how lucky I was to be her
bitch. Eventually Lynn went back to kissing Karen and touching
her breasts. Karen ground her hips on my face and nose with
purpose and force. I kept my tongue in my mouth, although
I wanted to give her the pleasure she was desperately seeking.
When I thought she was going to cum, Lynn stopped. Lynn stood
up and moved next to me, reached under me and grabbed my panty
wrapped cock with one hand and started caressing my ass
with the other. "Whose bitch are you?" she demanded.



"I'm your bitch, Mistress" I responded
as I felt the sting of her bare hand slapping my ass, the force
of which caused my nose to grind harder into Karen's
crotch, who in turn thrust her hips to get the maximum stimulation
from the blow.


"Who's bitch?" she repeated.


"Your bitch and only your bitch, Mistress."
I said louder as I felt another slap. This went on for several
more slaps until I responded, "your bitch Mistress…I
exist solely for your pleasure."


"That's what I wanted to hear, " she said
softly in my ear. I felt her nipples rubbing against my back.
"Now slide Karen's panties down and hand them
to me."


I obeyed. As I removed Karen's panties, I got a good
view of her sex. Other than the thick mat of black pubic hair
that started below her panty line and narrowed to a V point
above her swollen clit, she was shaven clean. She had large,
inviting labia that led to a pink, glistening hole.


When I turned to hand the panties to Lynn, I was stunned by
what I saw. Lynn was wearing a strap on dildo. It was a small
dildo, no more than six inches long, with a small head, and
not much girth. In a box on the floor were some much larger
dildos and sex toys. Lynn had a vibrator which we would occasionally
use stored in her night stand, but I had no idea that she had
such a cache of toys hidden away in her closet.


Lynn took the panties soaked with Karen's thick lube,
moistened the dildo, and then wrapped the crotch of the
garment around the head and shaft of the cock. She move to
the edge of the bed. "Come here you panty licking Bitch, "
she commanded.


I didn't have to move far. "Lick the crotch of
those panties Bitch, " she said as she moved the dildo
just inches from my face. My panty fetish and submissive
desires overshadowed the implications of the act she was
commanding. I ran my tongue along the tip of the material
getting my first taste of Karen. "That's it Bitch, "
Lynn said encouragingly, "lick those panties."
I ran my tongue along the length of the shaft to get a better
taste. "That's it Bitch, clean those panties…do
a good job, and I might let you lick Karen's pussy"
The more she encouraged and teased me, the bolder and more
comfortable I became. Within moments I was sucking the
panties and the dildo. "You like sucking the panties,
don't you bitch?" I moaned in agreement. Lynn
let me suck a bit longer then pulled me away and tossed the
panties on the floor. "Ok, Bitch, " Lynn said
more forcefully, "now lick the pussy juice off my
cock." I complied without hesitation. Lynn grabbed
my head and thrust the dildo in my mouth. It wasn't very
big so I was able to take all of it. "Suck the cock, that
if you're good, I might fuck you with." I obeyed
and suck it the same way I like to have my cock sucked. "It
seems my Bitch also likes my cock, " she said to Karen.



"No question, " Karen replied. I moaned in
agreement.


Lynn then pulled the dildo out of my mouth, grabbed my head
and violently pushed my face back into Karen's crotch,
once again lodging my nose firmly in her slit. Karen immediately
started to grind her hips on my nose. I wanted to start lapping
at her pussy, but Lynn managed to read my mind. "If
that tongue comes out of your mouth Bitch, I am going to strap
on a much bigger cock."


Lynn moved behind me. I felt a liberal squirt of lube at the
top of my crack, followed by the head of the dildo, which
Lynn used to gently spread the lube around my ass. It felt
incredibly good as she continued to spread more lube on
my ass and the dildo. Lynn leaned over me, her mouth near
my ear, her tits pressed in my back, and the dildo's
head centered lightly on my asshole. She reached around
my waist and grabbed my cock, and whispered "Who's
bitch are you?"


"I'm your Bitch, Mistress" I said without
hesitation.


"Do you want to clean Karen's pussy, Bitch ?"



"Only if it pleases you Mistress, as I am your bitch."



"Do you want me to fuck you, Bitch?"


"Yes, Mistress, I want you to fuck me…I want you to
dominate me…and I want to please you in every way."



"Are you sure about that, Bitch?"


"Yes Mistress, please fuck me."


"Well, you need to earn the right to be fucked, Bitch."



"Tell me what I need to do, Mistress."


"Clean Karen's pussy."


I wasted no time. I ran my tongue around Karen's labia,
taking in the taste of her slit, teasing her as I licked everything
except her clit. When I made it to her clit, Karen grabbed
my ears, "That's it…right there…oh, yes…lick
my clit…oh, yes…don't stop…" Karen screamed
as she climaxed. My face was now soaked in her juices.


"Very good, Bitch, " Lynn continued to speak
softly in my ear. "Does my bitch still want to be fucked?"



"Yes Mistress, your Bitch needs to be fucked."



"Lick Karen's pussy some more, massage her G-spot,
and I will think about it."


I quickly went back to licking Karen's pussy, as instructed.
As I slowly inserted my fingers into Karen's pussy,
I felt the head of the dildo slide slowly into my ass. Contrary
to what I was expecting, it felt very good. I moaned with
pleasure, as I found Karen's G-spot and started rubbing
it as I licked and sucked her clit. Lynn continued to work
the cock into my ass. Karen and I started to moan together.
The utter submissiveness of what was happening had me ready
to explode.


"You can't cum until I tell you, Bitch, "
Lynn commanded.


Lynn eventually found my G-spot with the dildo, and I quickly
discovered all the pleasure my homophobia had prohibited
me from experiencing. It was better than anything I could
have imagined.


Before long, Karen had a finger crushing orgasm.


"Keep licking that pussy if you want me to continue
to fuck you, Bitch, " Lynn ordered.


There was no way I was going to stop, although I changed my
technique so that I could build Karen to another orgasm.



"You like being fucked, don't you Bitch?"
I could only moan in acknowledgement and thrust my ass into
each one of her penetrating strokes. It wasn't long
and all three of us were moving in rhythm. With each penetrating
stroke of the dildo on my G-spot, my face in turn thrust against
Karen's grinding pussy. Karen continued to speak
words of pleasure and encouragement like, "that's
it…lick it there…yes, right there…oh, yes suck it too…"
On the other hand, Lynn spoke words of domination like,
"take this Bitch…lick that pussy Bitch…show me how
you love that cock Bitch…feels good doesn't it Bitch…you
love to lick pussy and get fucked, don't you Bitch…"



It took everything in me to stop myself from cumming. As
Karen reached another orgasm, Lynn vigorously jacked
my cock with her hand and stroked my G-spot with the dildo.
"Cum now, Bitch, " Lynn commanded. I exploded
in Lynn's panties, while Karen exploded on my face.
We both moaned and screamed in ecstasy. My orgasm seemed
to last an eternity. When I finished, I was spent.


Lynn snuggled close to me, turned my head, and kissed me
passionately. The love and intimacy that we felt was overwhelming,
as we had both liberated each other in a way I never dreamed.
My experience is that emotional connection is needed to
have great sex, and great sex in turn leads to deeper intimacy.
I know a lot of people would say that what we did was disgusting
and socially abhorrent, but I say what is disgusting and
abhorrent is that people are unable to free themselves
from the fears and phobias imposed by society, express
their desires fully, and experience pleasure and intimacy
that seems to bypass so many in this world. When we finished
kissing, our attention was drawn to Karen, who was smiling
contentedly.


"You were right, " she said to Lynn, "your
guy is orally talented…and is definitely a keeper. You,
on the other hand, are one, hot, dominating bitch…Will
you kiss me passionately after my face has been soaked with
pussy juice?"


[If I get enough positive feedback and interest, I will
share the rest of the story.]

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Hot, hot, hot! Please continue.

2/8/2010

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All i can say is WOW!


Great story, wish my wife had friends like that



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2/8/2010

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oh yes please continue i wish i was the bitch in this story

2/8/2010

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great keep it coming

2/8/2010

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loved it, wish it was me.

2/8/2010

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Awesome story.. will love to be the bitch

2/9/2010

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There's more??? Continue...

2/12/2010

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You should write more, stories.

3/16/2010

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Yes, please continue this storyline. You are a great writer
adn know how to keep your readers on the edge of their seats.
Please write other stories.

12/14/2010

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yes i sure would love to be there to play with you both

12/17/2010

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extremely hot...yes please continue!!!

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