Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,54
thought she had never felt so open and vulnerable as when she straddled the pillow, putting her knees on the mattress and her open pussy on display.
“That’s better,” Priss said, frowning. “Now, is everybody ready?”
“I guess so,” Yulla said.
“Ready,” Beelie and Bodie said together.
All three girls still looked uncertain but it was clear they didn’t have the courage to go against Priss’s orders. Lilli wished she could, but she feared what would happen if the other girl told on her. Oh, if only she hadn’t caught her and Karn! If only—
“Bodyslaves, in position!” Priss ordered bossily, cutting off her thoughts. “You know what that means—position your shafts between the pillow and your Mistress’s pussy. No actual penetration allowed, of course.”
“Yes, Mistress,” all of the bodyslaves rumbled—Karn included.
Lilli held her breath as she felt the big Kindred’s thick shaft slide into position between her swollen pussy lips and the slick, silky fur. She bit her lip and couldn’t help moaning as she felt the broad head bump over her aching clit before he settled into a resting position behind her.
“Now, hold it for a minute,” Priss ordered. “Everybody wiggle against your bodyslave’s shaft. See how it feels.”
Lilli shifted her hips back and forth and up and down, rubbing against Karn’s hot, throbbing thickness. She couldn’t help the moan that rose to her lips at the illicit action. That morning in the shower she’d allowed him to shoot his seed over the inside of her pussy, but she’d never actually expected them to touch this way. It felt amazing.
“Feels pretty good,” Bodie murmured and her twin agreed.
“My bodyslave has a really big cockhead,” Yulla complained breathlessly, shifting her hips. “And it’s rubbing right against my clit.”
“It’s supposed to,” Priss told her. “Now on the count of three, I want all of our bodyslaves to start thrusting. Work up some friction—that’s what this party is all about. One…two…three.”
Lilli bit her lip as Karn gripped her hips and pulled slowly out until only the head of his cock was pressed against her slippery inner folds. Then he thrust forward, pressing his thick length against her inner pussy, the flaring crown of his shaft bumping over her tender clit as he went.
“Oh!” she heard herself moaning as he did it again…and again and again. “Oh, Karn, yes!”
“Gods, little Mistress, your pussy is so wet,” Karn growled in her ear. “Love to rub against you like this—love to feel how wet and hot and open you are against my shaft!”
His dirty words made Lilli throb all over. Once more she was feeling close to orgasm. Once more the pleasure was building inside her, threatening to push her to the peak and then over the edge with the power of need and desire. If only he would just keep it up…
“Stop!” Priss exclaimed so loudly that everyone froze at once.
“What…what is it? What’s wrong?” Beelie asked, panting.
“Yeah, Priss—why did you stop us? That was better than a toy!” Bodie pouted.
“I like the feel of flesh-on-flesh,” Yulla declared, wiggling against her bodyslave’s shaft. She turned her head. “And I forgive you for having a really big cockhead, Bolif.”
Her bodyslave grinned and nodded. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Priss didn’t answer any of them. Instead, she turned her head and glared at her bodyslave who was frozen with a look of fear on his face.
“Randor,” she snarled at him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
Her bodyslave swallowed with an audible gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“Forgive me, Mistress,” he muttered quickly. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that you’re so wet and slippery and—”
“Oh my Goddess!” Bodie’s eyes went wide. “Did he actually penetrate you, Priss?”
Priss turned back to glare at her. Then she tossed her head defiantly.
“So what if he did? It actually feels really good.”
“You’re lying,” Yulla said flatly. “I was penetrated at the conception center and it hurt.”
“That’s because the conception nozzle that impregnates you is really big and cold,” Priss said loftily. “A bodyslave’s shaft is warm and not nearly as big in diameter. So it feels good going in.”
“Well, we’ll take your word about that,” Beelie said, frowning. “None of us is going to get penetrated by our bodyslaves.”
“Oh, yes you are!” Priss snapped, glaring at all of them. “I’m not going to be the only one breaking the law here. If I get penetrated, you all have to, too!”
“But…I don’t know how I feel about that,” Yulla protested.
“I do—we could get in really big trouble if anyone found out!” Bodie exclaimed.