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Isabel’s Slave – Part Four
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DarkSide

Isabel’s Slave – Part Four

The night is not over for Melissa, the sex is only just beginning and this time it’s personal.

Amy stared at Melissa, the huge grin on her face was almost unbelievable as she watched her mistress leave the lounge.

 

Amy decided to put things in order. She yanked at the chain and Melissa’s whole body turned to face Amy.

 

Amy stood up, she took the remnants of her drink in her hand and gulped it down.

 

“On the floor – now,” she commanded, “with your head next to the chair.”

 

Melissa did as she was told. She crept over to the chair and laid flat on the floor, face up. She watched as Amy straddled her. Looking down on her, Amy brought the chain upwards and took in the slack.

 

Melissa’s head lifted from the floor slightly.

 

Amy held it there for a moment before letting her head rest once more on the floor. Amy bent down and sat on Melissa’s stomach. She reached behind her and pushed a finger into her wet, waiting cunt. Melissa moaned at the pleasant intrusion. She would have liked to have told Amy to finger-fuck her, but she was not the one supposed to be telling anyone what to do.

 

Nevertheless, Amy finger fucked Melissa as she reached behind her. Amy’s breasts were heaving as she breathed in unison with her thrusts. She could see Melissa was getting worked up; her gasps were coming in short sharp bursts, and she was even insolent enough to raise her bum off the floor in an attempt to get more of Amy’s finger inside her.

 

Amy went along with the pretense of giving pleasure until she could see that Melissa was getting really close. Amy removed her finger, though Melissa never objected. Amy offered her finger to Melissa to suck on.

 

Melissa licked Amy’s finger clean only to find it was expertly replaced with her pussy as it was withdrawn in one smooth motion. Melissa started to lick Amy’s pussy for a second time that night. She had her tongue right inside her cunt when Amy sat down on her face.

 

Without asking, Melissa let her hands fondle Amy’s arse and she brought both of them to bear on her plump flesh. Within minutes, her finger was pushing inside Amy’s anus and she synchronised the movement of her finger with her tongue. Both intruded Amy at the same time and with the same pace.

 

Amy placed both her hands on the arms of the chair, only this time she was careful to keep hold of the chain, pulling it upwards so that Melissa’s face was tight against her pussy. She had learned one thing from Isabel that evening and that was to a keep a tight rein on her slave.

 

Amy was moaning as Melissa fucked and licked her pussy. She pulled the chain tighter in an attempt to pull Melissa right inside her but it wasn’t working. She eventually changed position a little to allow Melissa access to her clit.

 

It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Melissa had automatically changed her posture and started to lick and suck Amy’s clit. It took Amy over the edge, almost immediately. Her hands pushed hard into the arms of the sofa. She was panting as she took in vast volumes of air and her stomach was clenching in rapid bursts.

 

Amy’s orgasm engulfed her as she knelt over Melissa’s face and, even though she had released the chain, Melissa kept up her licking and sucking motions on Amy’s clit. With one final gasp of air, Amy drenched Melissa’s face. Her female cum-juice splattered from her pussy and covered Melissa as she sucked, forcing Melissa to stop and swallow the fluid before replacing her tongue on Amy’s pussy.

 

More juices flowed out of Amy’s cunt and onto Melissa.

 

“Impressive…”

 

The voice was Isabel’s. She was standing behind Amy, slightly to one side of her when she saw the sudden gush of fluid attempting to drown Melissa.

 

“Are you still alive, Melissa?” she asked.

 

Melissa nodded, supported by a slight sound indicating that she was still alive.

 

Amy was still panting and holding onto the chair, allowing her orgasm to subside as she glanced sideways at Isabel.

 

“Fuck me!” she exclaimed.

 

Isabel was standing there proud of her eight inch cock that was strapped to her body.

 

“No,” replied Isabel, “not you, Melissa.”

 

Amy was slightly disappointed but made the effort to climb off Melissa’s body, letting her get up from the floor. Amy knelt by her side as Melissa rose.

 

Isabel reached out to Melissa and placed her hand on the back of her head, she guided her in for a lingering kiss as she tasted the juices on her face.

 

“You know what to do,” said Isabel.

 

Melissa headed for the sofa. She knelt on it and placed her hands and head on the top of the sofa. She fell forward onto the sofa and rested there, her breasts and nipples brushing gently across the fine leather.

 

Isabel stepped up to Melissa and stroked her bum with her right hand, she let it fall to the underside and then slipped it between her legs. Her fingers brushed against her pussy lips and one of them accidentally slipped inside.

 

“No need to get you wet is there,” she joked.

 

There was no way Melissa needed to get wet, her pussy was more than ready for the cock that was about to penetrate her. In fact, she eagerly awaited it. It was the only cock that she got these days, since her enslavement to Isabel. But it was the only cock she really needed.

 

Melissa felt the silicone at her entrance as Isabel moved it up and down over her pussy. Melissa closed her eyes in anticipation and sighed at the touch. She felt it intrude, but only slightly at first, then an inch or so penetrated her.

 

Isabel was smiling profusely. She had inserted her cock an inch into Melissa’s pussy, in a covert kind of way, slipping it in under the wetness of her cunt. She slid it in and out for a while making sure that it would not snag on the folds of her pussy. She knew exactly what she would do next and she knew the result it would have on Melissa.

 

Melissa cried out loud. The word, “Fuck,” left her mouth quickly in the form of a gasp and then a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly, the whole eight inches were inside her.

 

Isabel relished the thought of fucking her huge cock into Melissa’s cute little cunt. It went right in, up to the hilt, in one sharp thrust. Isabel left it there so that Melissa could relish its size. It filled her fully. Without warning, Isabel pulled it out to within an inch and then thrust it all the way in again. Melissa gasped a second time.

 

Melissa wanted to cry out and tell Isabel what she wanted her to do with her cock, but that would have been inappropriate. After all, Isabel was her mistress. What Melissa wanted was to feel the cock pound her into submission and give her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. She wanted Isabel to push her into the sofa, grab her hair and pull her head back forcibly, then to fuck her to within an inch of her life.

 

Melissa never said a word.

 

Amy, however, did. “Fuck the little slut, Isabel,” she cried, “let the fucker have it all.”

 

Isabel didn’t need to be told how to fuck Melissa, she knew exactly how she would do that. Isabel finally grabbed Melissa’s hips and pulled her backwards in unison to her forward fucking motion. The cock penetrated Melissa deeply. Every thrust was accompanied with a grunt or a scream of pleasure, never a satisfied sigh or whimper.

 

Melissa was getting fucked, no messing.

 

“Fuck, make her cum Isabel. I want to see if she gushes.” The sound was from Amy behind her.

 

Amy’s hands had come up behind Isabel and she was stroking her tits as Isabel pounded into Melissa. The touch was light; anything too heavy would have interrupted her flow and thrusting technique.

 

“I wish I was doing that,” said Amy, “I really do.”

 

Isabel had started grunting now as she pushed even harder into Melissa.

 

Melissa was sobbing quietly as her face was buried in the back of the leather sofa. She was fast approaching her orgasm and she hoped, just hoped, that Isabel would not detect that she was close to her orgasm and pull out of her. It was something that Isabel was prone to doing on the odd occasion.

 

Amy was beside herself as she watched Melissa climb the virtual orgasmic hill to satisfaction. Amy was in two minds: at first she wanted it to be her doing the fucking then, on second thoughts, she wanted it to be her being fucked. She didn’t particularly care whether Melissa or Isabel were the ones doing the fucking.

 

Liquid started to flow down Melissa’s legs. She was dripping wet. Her cum cream was getting everywhere. The toy was coated liberally with it and Isabel could see the extent of her wetness every time she pulled it backwards. Isabel thrust it in some more. Every now and then Isabel would push it in and move it only a few inches, leaving the cock to rub against the walls of her cunt.

 

The action took Melissa over the edge. When she was certain her orgasm would break upon her, she cried out. “Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she shouted. “Pull my fucking hair, take me…”

 

Isabel was a little late on the hair pulling, but when she heard the words she quickly grabbed Melissa’s hair and yanked her head backwards off the sofa. With her back arched as far as it would go, Melissa came.

 

It was one huge orgasm but the fucking didn’t stop when her orgasm started. Isabel continued to fuck into her until she was satisfied that Melissa had experienced everything there was to experience.

 

As soon as Amy saw that Melissa was cumming, she joined in with the fucking motion, pretending to take Isabel from behind. She pushed her pussy into Isabel’s arse, putting her off her stride at first until Isabel got used to it. Her hands eventually came up onto Isabel’s breasts and she cupped them, squeezing her nipples in the process between her forefinger and thumb.

 

Isabel cried out at the sudden pain.

 

“Let me fuck her now,” said Amy.

 

Isabel was breathing quite heavily after the exertion. She pulled the cock from Melissa and stood back letting her recover.

 

Melissa was grinning when she turned around.

 

Unexpectedly, she jumped up towards Isabel and kissed her full on the lips. “Thank you for letting me cum,” she said.

 

“Let me fuck her – please,” Amy repeated.

 

Isabel unstrapped the device and held the cock in her hands. She looked at Amy and then at Melissa. The words ‘Let me fuck her’ and ‘Thank you for letting me cum’ played as a video in her mind. She still felt the pain in her nipples.

 

Isabel gave the strap-on to Melissa. “You can fuck Amy,” she said, “Take her and don’t let her squirm out of it. Pound into her, good and proper and fuck her very hard. I will be watching you.”

 

Her words hung in the air as Melissa took the strap-on from Isabel. Melissa looked at Amy.

 

Amy was dumbfounded, she could not believe the words uttered by Isabel, but she knew she would not cross her. She looked at Melissa and then down at the strap-on that was now hanging from her groin. Melissa was tightening the last straps, pulling the cock erect.

 

“Where do you want me?” she asked, pouting.

 

 

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