5.31 – Dungeon Prep III/IV

5.31 – Dungeon Prep III/IV

"You said you grew two inches," Ana commented casually, reaching down to grip Natalie's cock between her thighs. "But it seems like a lot more than that." Pressing her ass back into Natalie's crotch to squish herself in, there was enough of Natalie's cock sticking through her legs that she could get a full hand around the thick member. "How big is it going to get, anyway? It's already becoming rather unwieldy."

"Whenever I decide to stop upgrading it, I suppose," Natalie said.

Ana hummed, considering that. "It does, at least, make certain positions possible that wouldn't be otherwise." She wiggled Natalie's cock from side to side, squirming it around between her thighs. "Look how much there is, even when it's sticking out between my thighs. Enough to suck on." She stroked up and down, jerking Natalie off as she talked. "It's impressive. I didn't know they got this big."

"I don't think they usually do," Natalie said, a bit dryly.

"Also," Ana continued, "it was a good idea to have Sofia join us. I approve of the efficiency."

"I thought you would."

"And she looks good on her knees," she added nonchalantly. "It'll definitely help me finish faster, seeing her there."

"H-Hey," Sofia choked out in surprise.

The efficiency comment was, at least, all but expected from Ana. Of course it was her first thought on the whole situation. But being told that she looked good on her knees? That was something Sofia would never have expected to come out of Ana's mouth.

Natalie, in response, laughed. "She does, doesn't she? I've been telling her that. I think it's the way she glares up at you. Those big, angry blue eyes. And all the blushing that gives the act away."

Natalie pulled her hips back, then pushed forward, sliding her cock through Ana's thighs even as Ana kept stroking with her hand. The motion had Natalie grinding into the fabric of Ana's panties, which were quickly growing soaked—the only real proof that Ana was enjoying herself, since her comments and expressionless face betrayed, as it always did, absolutely nothing. The woman really was a stone wall.

Ana let out a little sigh, her other hand coming up to grope her other breast—the one Natalie wasn't already fondling. Her hips also started aiding Natalie, moving forward and back in small, slow motions, like she wasn't fully meaning to, but her arousal was getting the better of her.

"Let's get these off, then," Natalie murmured, a thumb hooking around Ana's panties. She pulled her hips back, sliding her cock out, then tugged the piece of clothing down, letting them bunch high around Ana's thighs—exposing her wet pussy to the air. With a sigh of satisfaction, Natalie slid her cock back in, gliding along wet pussy lips, before poking through, cock now cradled between panties and pussy. Ana's breath hitched again as Natalie started to move back and forth, her pussy now stroking along Natalie's cock directly, rather than through a layer of fabric. Teasing Natalie with the warmth and slickness of her slit.

Ana's hips began to move faster, and Natalie's hand fell from her partner's breast to grab at her waist, holding the other girl's upper body flush against her own—her back arching. Her cock slid back and forth, back and forth, rubbing against Ana's pussy, glancing against her whenever Natalie pulled too far back, threatening entry. Ana's breathing hitched as Natalie used her thighs, though, still, almost infuriatingly to Sofia, she refused to let out a proper moan or gasp of pleasure. Still stoic. Even when having Natalie's ten-inch cock rubbing between her lower lips.

"Alright, pet," Natalie grunted, her eyes finally turning to Sofia—having clearly gotten briefly lost in enjoying the feel of Ana's pussy. "It's nice and wet for you. So go ahead. Get a taste." She pulled Ana's waist into herself, jutting her cock out as far as it could between Ana's thighs.

Ana's hips also slowed, recognizing now wasn't the time to keep humping. Her eyes locked on Sofia, impassively interested, like before, in what she would do.

The command hit Sofia, making her heart leap. Natalie's cock glistened with both her own precum and Ana's juices.

'Get a taste'?

Of Ana?

On Natalie's cock?

"What are you waiting for?" Natalie asked impatiently. "It wasn't a suggestion. I don't like repeating myself."

Ana watched Sofia, curiously seeing whether she would obey. Her chest heaved up and down in excitement—but still, her face remained calm and collected.

Well.

Natalie fucked her through it, unrelenting, thrusting in and out and grunting as Ana's thighs clenched down around her. Moments after Ana, she also groaned, and Sofia felt the cock in her mouth twitch. Her heart jumped into her throat, knowing what was coming.

For the second time, Sofia got to experience hot, sticky strands of cum bursting into her. And this time, not straight down her throat, but into her mouth, coating her tongue with the salty substance. More and more came, and Sofia swallowed eagerly, basking in the flavor of Natalie's seed filling her. She drank it, trying to keep up. Natalie's cock twitched again and again, her thick seed coming out in huge spurts. It was almost too much—and yet, also not enough.

Sofia bobbed up and down as Natalie came apart, milking her cock dry with her lips and tongue, working desperately, her mind fuzzy with the need to have it all, to not leave even a drop inside her Master's twitching length. Her hands dug into Ana's thighs as she held on, using them for leverage to bob, her entire body tense with arousal as she let Natalie fill her, swallowing more and more of her seed.

Then, finally, Natalie released Ana, who slumped forward, chest heaving with deep breaths. They separated, and Natalie's cock slid free of her thighs. She gently pushed Ana to the side, then stepped up to Sofia, and with a gasp, Sofia found herself face to face with an angry-looking, veiny, spit-soaked cock—before having it slapped firmly down on her face.

"Clean it, pet," Natalie demanded.

Shamefully, Sofia didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, and Natalie grabbed her head and pushed in. Ten throbbing inches of girlcock slid down Sofia's throat. She swallowed it eagerly, cleaning the lingering juices on Natalie's cock as she bobbed her head—just happy to have the whole thing to herself. Natalie thrust several times, slapping her lower stomach into Sofia's face, violently cleaning her cock using her pet's throat.

When she was done, Natalie pulled out and patted Sofia on the cheek. She smirked down at her. "Good girl," she said. "You're getting pretty good at that."

Sofia shivered. The words washed through her. Natalie liked having Sofia pleasure her. That meant Sofia was doing a good job. That she was being a good pet.

Why did that leave a glowing feeling in her stomach?

After several moments of simply panting on her knees, Natalie held a hand out. Sofia took it and dizzily stood. Without wasting time, Natalie started pulling on her armor. Ana had also recovered and started to get herself situated.

Going on with their day. Pretending that had all been ... just a quick errand.

Seeing them get dressed, reality crashed back down on Sofia. She looked at her two teammates who'd been watching. Liz was wearing, somehow, the reddest face out of everyone—and her eyes were locked on Sofia, though she quickly glanced away when Sofia faced her. Jordan didn't, though. She was leaning into Liz's shoulder, murmuring heavens knew what, and she grinned at Sofia when their eyes met.

A jolt went through her, and Sofia forcibly got a hold of herself. She wiped her chin of saliva and cum, trying to orient her spinning head. Her thoughts still felt fuzzy. Her core throbbed with need, unfulfilled—close to climax, despite the lack of stimulation. Natalie was seriously going to use her like that, so demeaning and demanding, then not even give back in return?

Why did that turn her on instead of making her mad?

What was wrong with her?

And what in the world had she just done? Sure, Natalie had been ordering her around, and that was simply a necessity of the collar and their general arrangement, but that didn't mean Sofia should have been so ... enthusiastic about it all. Not in front of Liz and Ana.

"E-Everyone ready, then?" Sofia asked, trying to sound composed—but she sounded flustered even to her own ears. "Now that all of that has been taken care of, we really should get going."

She tried to act dismissive, like it had been a troublesome chore to take care of—since that was how Natalie and Ana were acting—but her breathing came raggedly, and she could barely get the sentence out. She wasn't fooling anyone.

What did Liz think of her, after that? Or Ana? Jordan and Natalie?

And why did that concern squirm in her stomach, making arousal tingle through her body?

Seriously.

Something had to be wrong with her.

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