Page 73 of Menage a Passions

"As much as I love my name..." Caitlyn's fingers stilled inside Becca, leaving her open, wanting more. "I want to make it clear that I am your Mistress this weekend."

"Yes, Mistress." Caitlyn's thumb rolled over Becca's clit. "Yes, Mistress!"

Those hungry eyes hovering over Becca threatened to eat her whole. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Do you want to make me happy in this bed? With your body?"

"Yes..." Those fingers rolled within her again, each knuckle tormenting Becca's fading sanity. "Yes, yes!"

The devil's demeanor flashed across Caitlyn's face before she resumed the task of destroying Becca from within. "That's what I thought."

"Ah! God..." Becca couldn't tell if her arms were still above her head, or if she was digging her nails into the sheets, her pillow, anything to ground herself in the real world.

Her thighs parted further, but it was not enough to take Caitlyn's thrusting hand.

"Oh, God, you feel so good," Becca whispered. "I'm gonna come so hard for you. Please let me come for you."

"Yes," Caitlyn said. "Come for me, dirty girl. Make sure I know it's your best one yet."

"Fuck!" Becca took Caitlyn's hand as far as she could. She was close to sobbing, begging for the release that had been building since Jane put her mouth on there an hour ago. Climax had been fantastic then. But now? "I can't... I can't..."

"You can."

"Mistress..."

"Come on, Becca. Do it for me. Show how much you want me by ripping my hand off my arm." Caitlyn's voice fell to that monstrous gravel that she adopted when she was out for blood. "I need to see you lose it, you filthy brat."

That was the moment Becca let go.

She was gone, soaring, ascending into a place she knew only with these women. A place where there was no time, no place, no sense. Where all that mattered was her own body, the orgasm that tore through her like a bullet to the chest, and the woman who brought it to her.

It was the most beautiful, agonizing bliss.

When she was done, her body limp on the bed, Caitlyn's fingers slid out of her pussy, coated with proof of Becca's devotion. "You are a wet one." Caitlyn licked her fingers. "My wife likes to fuck so much that sometimes I wonder how I ever get a turn." She kissed the back of her hand, her eyes on Becca as if she knew exactly what was running through her mind. "Sometimes you have to take it for yourself."

"Whatever you want, Mistress..."

Caitlyn wiped her fingers on Becca's thigh. "You're so sweet, Becca. That was for me, wasn't it? Thank you."

Becca caught her breath while Caitlyn pulled herself off the bed.IfIkeepthisup,Imightdie. Such dramatics haunted Becca when her partners decided to double team her like this, even if they hadn't set out to accomplish such a tantalizing feat. But thelast of Becca's fervor manifested as she watched Caitlyn shed her blouse on the floor, her skin-colored bra pushing up the very things Becca wanted to drown in. Maybe if she asked sweetly... but Caitlyn was on a mission, and it required her taking off her pants.

"I'm going to use you." Caitlyn pulled down the cups of her bra without loosening her straps on unbuckling the back. As her pink areolas and hard nipples spilled from her lingerie, she pulled aside her underwear to show Becca what was coming for her. "You're already dirty, right? A bit more filth won't change a thing."

That's right. Becca was meant to be filthy and used and discarded until she felt the next wave of satisfaction. If that was Caitlyn's wish, she would have to follow through. Even if it meant laying there and letting her do what she wanted with Becca's body.

ShealwaysdoeswhatIwant.AndIlovethat.

"I've been so good this weekend." Caitlyn picked up the small vibrator that had been patiently waiting on the side of the bed. As it buzzed to life, she rolled it down her chest, slightly hissing as it stimulated her nipple. "I hadn't thought of sex once since we got on the plane. I've been so focused on the pageant. Somewhere in the back of my mind..." The vibrator buzzed down her stomach, stopping short of her mound. "I figured you and Jane could take care of yourselves. But now I know I was mistaken." She drew small circles around her underwear, keeping Becca's focus right there. "I can't go on that stage until I take what's rightfully mine."

She slipped the vibrator into her underwear. The buzz was muffled, but the groan settling into Caitlyn's throat performed admirably in the court of betraying one woman's sexual desire.

"Keep those legs spread open. I've got one more job for your pretty pussy."

Becca didn't know anything else right now. There was her, Caitlyn, the bed, and the lonely ache in her arms as she kept them above her head. As the bed dipped, Caitlyn climbing back on, Becca forced her legs as wide open as nature allowed, her toes stretching toward the sides of the bed. Meanwhile, Caitlyn stretched for Becca's body.

"Ah..." Becca cut off her own moan as Caitlyn's curvy thighs propped her up from beneath her ass. Becca's legs soon looped over Caitlyn's shoulders, still open, still searching for heaven in that hotel room. "Yes..." Becca closed her eyes, surrendering to her other Mistress as Caitlyn gently - at first - undulated against her. The vibrator never directly touched Becca's pussy, but it wasn't meant to. That dull buzz against her tender flesh was direct stimulation for Caitlyn, who eventually wound their legs together until she could thrust against Becca as hard and as fast as she wanted.