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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by ?...)
A few days later, you receive a text from Rachel while you’re at the office. It reads, “Make sure you reach home on time tonight. My best friend Monica is coming over. We have some plans for you.”
“What plans?” you text back.
You receive a selfie in which your girlfriend is staring you down and giving you the finger. The message says, “You know what plans, bitch. Now back to work!”
Your cock twitches at the thought of being dominated by your girlfriend and her hot best friend. Right as you adjust your erection in your trousers, your colleague walks past your desk and flashes you a smile. She’s beautiful, you think.
When you reach home that evening, you find your girlfriend getting ready at the dresser. She asks you if you’re excited. “Kind of nervous,” you reply. She winks at you. Both of you get dressed. You just wear black pants and a bowtie with no shirt, as she requested. She is wearing a black latex tube top, pants, and heels. She looks tall and strong, with her dark lips and long, glossy hair and tight muscles. You hear the doorbell ring.
Rachel holds your face in her hands and says, “Listen Ross, tonight is probably going to be a little rough. But no matter what happens, just know that I love you and I’m so grateful that you’re letting me live this fantasy.” She plants a loving kiss on your lips before patting your cheek. You smile back at her, and she replies, “It’s time for you to get the door.”
You receive Monica at the door and take her coat. She’s wearing a short blood-red dress that is tightly wrapped around her curves. She has on matching heels and red lips as well. “You look beautiful, Mistress,” you compliment her as she hugs your girlfriend. She laughs and replies, “Mistress! I love it. I think you’re finally in your proper place, Ross. Now go fetch us some drinks, slave!”
They both sit down in the living room as you get some cocktails for them. As you hand Monica her drink, she accepts it without even looking at you. She asks your girlfriend, “So what can I do with him?”
“Whatever you want,” Rachel shrugs.
“Well, what have you done with him?”
“Not much yet,” your girlfriend replies, also not looking at you, “I’ve made him clean my ass — with his mouth, of course. I’ve choked him. Slapped him up. So not a lot, but that’s why I called you over tonight. Everything is on the table. Hear, let me show you… hey bitch, come here!”
You step over to Rachel and lean forward to hear what she has to say — and she immediately spits on your face. Before you can react, she throws her cocktail in your face.
“Go get me another drink, slave!” she demands. Monica laughs hysterically and picks up her own drink. “Yes,” she adds, “get us both new drinks!” She throws her drink in your face too.
“Yes, Mistress.”
You hear both of them high-fiving and laughing as you get them new drinks. After they’ve had a few drinks, Rachel tells you to take off her heels. You get on your knees and take off her black heels. Monica thrusts her red heels at you and orders you to take them off as well. You do as you’re told.
“You look thirsty, boy,” Monica says, “do you want some of my drink?”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress.”
“Well, lie down!”
You lie down and she holds her feet above your face. “Open up!” she tells you and slowly pours her drink down her shin. It drips down her leg and off her feet, landing all over your face. You try to catch as much of it in your mouth as you can.
“Don’t waste it, bitch!” Rachel says, giggling and kicking your leg. You cough a bit since the drink is falling everywhere and Monica laughs, mocking you, “Oh, look at him! He’s acting like he’s being waterboarded. What a pathetic bitch!”
Once her glass is empty, she says, “Now lick it off my feet! Quickly!”
Monica rubs her feet over your face and mouth and you try to clean her feet to the best of your ability. You suck on her toes and lick her heel and ankle. “While you’re down there, clean my feet too!” your girlfriend says, rubbing them on your face as well. You’re being smothered by their feet and are already hard as a rock. You’re sniffing, licking, sucking and kissing.
After a heady few minutes, they take their feet off and you can finally open your eyes and take a breath. You look up at the couch and see the women sitting right next to each other, hands around each other and cuddling. You can tell they’ve been making out while you were worshipping their feet. One of the straps of Monica’s dress has fallen off her shoulder. Your eyes drop to her cleavage. You immediately look back up to her eyes. She’s smirking.
“Were you just looking at my tits, slave?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes, Mistress,” you reply sheepishly.
“So you like these, then?” she holds up her breasts. You’re already up on your knees.
“Oh yes, Mistress.”
Monica pulls her other strap off her shoulder. Rachel unzips her dress from the back. Monica covers her tits as your girlfriend pulls her dress down. Now there’s only a pair of hands between your face and her tits.
“Do you want to see ‘em?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Hmm, you don’t know how to beg, boy.”
“Please show me your tits, Mistress! Please!” you whine.
“Stick out your tongue!” your girlfriend tells you, “Pant with your tongue out like a horny dog.”
You hesitate for a beat but then start doing it. Your girlfriend’s eyes sparkle and her friend giggles, not believing that you’re actually doing it. Monica moves her hands off her tits and bounces them, saying, “Look at them!” You start salivating. Her breasts are beautiful, soft, and plump.
“Keep sticking your tongue out! Now do you want to bury your dumb face in these Goddess tits?” your girlfriend asks you.
You nod yes.
“Go ahead,” Monica says, “dive in.”
You lean forward. Just as you’re about to feel Monica’s tits on your face, your feel her vice-like grip around your neck. With her chokehold in place, she lifts your face up to her own.
“Stupid bitch. Did you really think I was going to let you do that?”
“Ignorant slut,” your girlfriend laughs.
“He needs to be punished for being stupid and horny and forward. Any ideas, Rachel?”
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