Sarah's P.O.V.
Mistresses' fangs buried deep inside my neck, but it didn't phase me. I kept moving my hips even though this body had just cum a moment ago.
"Don't stop. I need more." I begged. Mistress dislodged her fangs from me, slowly licking the where she had just bit me. Even though we just came I didn't feel even a tiny bit satisfied.
I'm not gonna let you have all the fun!
Be my guest.
I let out a tiny laugh. Mistress raised her eyebrow at me before I hugged her tightly.
"Pretty please?" I asked nicely before softly kissing her lips.
I pulled away slowly as she bit her lip and smiled at me.
"How can I say no when you feel this fucking good?" She moaned gently in my ear.
She quickly threw me on my knees. I looked over at Katie with a smirk. She looked like she was about to cry all over again.
Awh, that's cute.
Why do you hate her? Leave her alone.
I don't hate her. I just like seeing her cry.
I ignored Ashley's pleas, Katie wasn't nice to us. I just see this as tables turned.
Mistress thrust into me roughly, not being as gentle as before. But, I loved it.
I reached back holding onto her thighs. "More, please fuck me harder." I moaned. Begging like a slut.
She started to pump into me even faster and harder than before. I couldn't keep my voice back. I gripped the couch cushions as hard as I could, my arms failing to keep me up. I could hear Mistress's light moans as she fucked me.
"I'm gonna cum again, fuck." She breathed. I was also at my limit. The pleasure inside of me completely takes over every part of my being. Unable to think. Every cell in my body is on fire, begging for release.
Mistress's moans grew louder, as did mine. Suddenly I approached peak pleasure. Completely enveloped in ecstasy. I couldn't help but scream in pleasure. I didn't even notice Mistress had stopped thrusting into me. I completely allowed myself to collapse onto the couch.
"Rest up sweets. This is still only the beginning."
Mistress let me lie there, while she gestured to Katie to come here. Katie obediently listened making her way over to us.
Mistress pulled her onto her lap.
"I know that was hard. So, I think you've been through enough for today. Agápi mou" Mistress told her, gently running her hands up katies thighs.
Mistress then picked up a remote and hit the button. The table in front of her lifted up, exposing a hidden compartment. With her absolute favorite toys...including the bullet vibrator that was staring me down.
If It had eyes, I would definitely be making eye contact with it. It's one of mistress's favorites.
"Now...Katie, be a good girl and lay down on the couch."
Katie immediately did as she was told, getting off mistress's lap, but laying down in front of her.
Mistress grabbed the bullet from the table. She immediately turned it on. Running it up Katie's abdomen.
Katie shuttered as it made her way up to her breasts. Slowly Mistress circled the bullet around one of her nipples. Katie's face flushed red, letting out a small whimper every now and again.
I was going in and out of paying attention. I yawned loudly, and stretched. Both of them stopped, and looked at me.
I pretended to nestle into the couch, not a care in the world. But I could still feel the burning of eyes on me.
I closed my eyes, pretending they weren't there. Still, I couldn't help but give a small smile.
I opened one eye slowly. As Mistress looked at me, she noticed I had my eye open, and waved me over.
Slowly I got up, and made my way over to them. Mistress slid the bullet from Katie's nipples back down her body. Slowly, until she finally reached her clit.
Katie started to moan softly. Mistress pulled me over, pulling me into position while holding the bullet in place. I found myself on top of Katie. Mistress guided me, making it so the bullet was sandwiched between me and Katie.
I couldn't help but let a soft moan escape my lips. I started to grind against it softly, Katie laid helplessly under me.
I leaned over, and placed a small kiss on her lips. She started to buck her hips, lightly grinding against the bullet too. She kissed back, she wrapped both arms around me, pulling me into her.
I felt Katie jolt under me as Mistress thrusted into her. I couldn't really see what Mistress was doing as she was behind me, but I could guess.
Mistress inserted her fingers into me as she thrusted into Katie. Katie broke from me, moaning loudly. I kissed her neck as she moaned. Very gently nipping at the skin on her neck.
Mistress picked up the pace, making her moan louder.
"Fuck, please let me cum Mistress!" Katie moaned desperately. Mistress didn't respond instead picking up the pace more.
"It's a little early...but fine."
Katie moaned, and suddenly started sinking her nails into my back. I hissed in pain, but it didn't stop me. Although it hurt like a bitch.
Katie's moans were desperate, as she approached her orgasm. I could see it in her face as it came over her. We locked eyes in that moment. She released her nails from my back, and grabbed my face. Her lips crashing into mine. It caught me by surprise for a moment, but I kissed back.
Time for revenge.
I bit the bottom of her lip, hard enough to accidentally draw a little bit of blood. But instead of it phasing her in anyway, she came.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" she moaned.
Her whole body convulsed under me as her orgasm washed over her.
She kissed me hungrily, moaning into my mouth as she came.
We spent the rest of the night like that. Me on top of her, grinding our clits against the bullet as mistress took turns fucking us.
I enjoyed every bit of it, but alas. Every good thing comes to an end eventually.
We all panted, exhausted, and unable to move from the couch. I felt slick, and sticky still. Katie's bottom lip was slightly red and a little swollen but she didn't say anything about it.
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Sorry I took a break for like half a year. Lots of shit has been going on in my life. I didn't really have time to edit, so sorry if it's a little rough.
People have been getting removed from my life, i've been getting moved around. I moved states, I keep moving houses, and I keep moving jobs. It's been very stressful. and i've had hardly any time to write, or even think about the story.