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I'm gone.Caitlyn's scent was unlike any other woman's, the headiest, strongest perfume to ever entrance Becca when trapped between a Mistress's legs. She would spend the whole night down there, bruising her lips and tiring her tongue if that was what Caitlyn wanted. If Becca understood one thing, it was giving all of herself to someone worthy of her devotion.
And, sometimes, people who were not worthy. Caitlyn and Jane had helped her see that.
"You say you worship me?" Caitlyn asked. Becca nodded, not daring to remove her face from the beautiful heaven she was offered. "Show me."
Becca didn't hesitate. She was a thrall to Caitlyn's scent, lavishing the depths before her, tongue exploring every inch of her Mistress's pussy before finding that elusive clit again. Caitlyn's wasn't always hard to find, as it liked to play hide and seek in her folds, daring Becca to put in the effort to coax it out - and to worship it.
"Just your tongue." Caitlyn's fingertips danced against her breast, teasing her own nipple while she gave her dreamy orders. "Make me come using nothing but your mouth."
Becca knew the drill. She was already rubbing her face against the wettest part of Caitlyn, hands finding their purchase againsther thighs, beneath her knee, around her waist and holding on as soon as she found a comfortable spot. What was better than touching the breadth of her Mistress’s body while sampling the sweet nectar of heaven?
“That’s it…” Caitlyn’s voice pitched upward, her hand in Becca’s frizzing hair as her tongue worked itself half to death. “That’s it, Becca…”
So hot. So wet. So much.Becca pushed through the fatigue in her face as she found her rhythm. When her lips weren’t sucking on the delicious pearl hiding between two thick folds, they were kissing the length of Caitlyn’s entrance, her moans guiding tender vibrations through her Mistress’s body. As long as Caitlyn looked down at her, Becca looked up, their gazes locked as one grew hungrier and the other offered herself up for dinner. Becca ate whatever she pleased.
She couldn’t make her pleas with her mouth full. She had to beg with her eyes.
“Come for me, Mistress. Let me know how much you love this. Make me cry from how hard you fuck my face when you come.”
Becca was ready. She had been ready from the moment she first saw Caitlyn after three weeks apart. Their fooling around in the tub and two quick romps in bed before Caitlyn fell fitfully asleep, exhausted from everything going on, hadn’t been enough for Becca, who became addicted to sex as easily as she craved more love.
I need her to need me.She would die to have both Caitlyn and Jane take her one more time that day.
Caitlyn was the one who broke eye contact, flinging back her head into the pillow and groaning so intently that Becca automatically dropped her bottom lip, her mouth swallowing the opening to Caitlyn’s pussy while her tongue increased its momentum. She would be bereft if she missed the best part of her Mistress’s quickly crowning orgasm.
Sure enough, Caitlyn’s hips rose again. The burning heat she released right into Becca’s mouth was enough to make her slam her tongue forward and catch every drop as her breath hustled through her nostrils.
Only then did Becca pull away, snapping Caitlyn’s underwear back where it belonged.
“How do I look?” Becca knew her face was covered in Caitlyn’s pussy. “Nobody will mistake me for anyone but yours.”
Caitlyn motioned for her to join her on the pillow. As Becca curled against her, wrapping an arm around Caitlyn’s midsection, they shared a kiss that was more Caitlyn showering her with aftercare than more direct romance.
That came later, when Caitlyn got up to change clothes. Before telling Becca to clean herself up, she bent down and spanked Becca’s ass three firm times.
“Oh!” Becca held the pillow to her chest as she watched her skin turn pink.
“That was for being a filthy slut who seduced me, knowing she had been fucked by my wife.” Caitlyn fixed up her underwear before smacking Becca’s ass once more. “That was for the fun of it.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Becca whimpered. “Can you fuck me one more time?”
“Oh, honey, you are spent.” No, Caitlyn would not be captivated by Becca’s pitiful wiles, and shetried.“Let’s go take a hot shower so we can change for dinner. I’ve got some interviews I have to give later tonight, so this is our chance to be more romantic, huh?”
“Please?”
“Rebecca.” The firm use of her whole name snapped Becca out of her stupor. “No. It’s too much.”
Her cherished grin was enough to assuage Becca’s sudden fears that she was unworthy of more attention. The two of themwould have to be happy enough with a hot shower. Especially if it included careful attention to every inch of Becca’s throbbing body.
Yes, she was loved. She hadn’t felt so loved in so long.
Chapter 19
Caitlyn
The weekend was packed with more activities than someone Caitlyn’s age should have put up with. But she would be lying if she said being back in the game didn’t give her a rush.
Or maybe that’s the game I played last night.Once they were back from dinner and going their separate ways to their own rooms, Caitlyn backtracked to follow Jane into her room and dropped Rebecca’s underwear on top of her wife’s head. Rebecca wasn’t the only one who got a spank that night.Every so often, Jane needs one too.