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Shamir’s eyes are dark with lust as she stares into Catherine’s soul. The muscular blonde was flushed and trembling, completely at the mercy of her dark haired partner. Shamir slipped her thumb, soaked with the other woman’s arousal, straight into Catherine’s hot mouth, knowing the blonde warrior had a weakness for such a dominant act.
“Do you like this?” Shamir murmured, acting disinterested despite her arousal, her other hand caressing Catherine’s neck with a little bit of force, “Do you like being completely helpless before your partner?”
Catherine nodded quickly, her body trembling with need for the woman she loved.
“Say it. Slut.”
Catherine moaned, spreading her legs wider for the sniper.
“Say it,” Shamir growled, clamping a strong hand down around Catherine’s throat.
The blonde choked, her face going redder. It was so hard to speak when Shamir had her thumb on her tongue.
“I like it,” Catherine gasped, “I love being your slut.”
Shamir couldn’t help but smile. Catherine was beautiful like this, spread out, bound and naked for her, all for her. Her underwear lay discarded on the floor, as much as Shamir wanted to tear it from Catherine’s body in a show of dominance she knew money was tight and they couldn’t afford to replace it.
The blonde woman’s hands were tied to the headboard, tight enough to keep her trapped but loose enough not to cut off circulation. Shamir was a master with ropes, something Cathrine had found out very early in their relationship.
Shamir took a deep breath and dragged the head of the toy along her partner’s soaked slit. Catherine’s body writhed and arched, leaving Shamir to wonder if she loved the most beautiful woman in existence.
“What do you want me to do to you, slut? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck my pathetic little slut?” Shamir buried her head in Catherine’s neck, sucking and kissing at the soft skin, “I really want to fuck my slut.”
She took her thumb out of Catherine’s mouth and moved them to the blonde's chest, kissing her . “Just say yes, slut. I know how much my slut loves my cock.
Catherine’s shuddering was uncontrollable as Shamir started sucking on a rosy nipple. “A-ah! Yes, fuck me, fuck me my queen! Fuck me! F—fuck me, please!”
Shamir pulled her into a chaste kiss, she couldn’t help it, she loved Catherine too much, “Alright, slut. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”
Catherine moaned, her body arcing into her partner’s to feel as much contact as possible, “good slut,” Shamir moaned, kissing the blonde again, “can I trust a slut like you to be free of her bonds?” Catherine nodded,
“Yes my queen, you can trust your pathetic slut to behave herself.”
Shamir smiled down at her and kissed her again, her hands undoing the ropes around her lover’s wrists as their bodies moved as one, making both women moan into each other.
“Turn over, slut,” Shamir commanded, breaking the kiss abruptly. Catherine obeyed instantly, getting on all fours and raising her arse for her queen. “Oh my, you look absolutely stunning, my slut. You are the most beautiful slut in all of Fódlen,” Shamir praised, grabbing Catherine’s arse and massaging the soft skin, appreciating the care the muscular woman put into her skin.
Then she spanked her, eagerly watching pale flesh turn red. She soothed the fresh mark with her hands, gently trailing them down to Catherine’s thighs. She spread her legs slightly further apart so Shamir could see the edge of her cunt. She lined up the toy and with a harsh thrust, filled her partner.
“Oh fuck!” Catherine moaned, her strong arms failing her as she collapsed forwards, Shamir making sure to bury the toy all the way to the hilt. Her clit throbbed in arousal as she realised how much she craved this.
Shamir bent herself over Catherine’s frail body and grabbed at her neck, yanking the blonde back onto her hands and knees and keeping her there.
“Can you actually take this, slut?” she asked, squeezing the warrior’s throat, “Can you take my big fat cock?”
“Yes, yes my Queen! I love your cock! I can take all of your cock!”
Shamir smirked and started fucking her partner, her rhythm was steady at first, rolling her hips back and forth while occasionally squeezing Catherine’s neck, “Do you think you can take my cock bit harder, slut?” she spanked Catherine again, “Tell me, slut, tell me how hard you want to be fucked by my huge cock!”
Catherine moaned, her body shuddering as she held off an orgasm. Shamir tightened her grip, hearing the blonde choke, “I asked you a question, slut. Answer it.”
“Harder!” Catherine rasped. “Harder, my queen, fuck me as hard as you can please! I love your big fat cock! It’s like it was made for my slutty cunt! Fuck me my Queen! Please!”
Shamir smiled. “Ok, my slut. But only because I love you.” She pulled Catherine’s head back so she could kiss her.
The blonde moaned something intelligible as Shamir quickened her pace. Her eyes squeezed shut as her nails bit into the sheets.
Shamir clamped her hand around Catherine’s throat, her other wrapped around her body and found the blonde’s clit, rubbing it as she bit down on a tan shoulder.
Catherine cried her name, body writhing and shuddering as her orgasm consumed her mind and body.
Without mercy Shamir snapped her hips, fucking her even harder while twisting her clit between strong and dexterous fingers.
“Oh, Cath!” Shamir moaned, feeling her own juices trickle down her thighs. “Fuck you’re perfect, so fucking beautiful, I love you so much Cassandra!”
Catherine tried to moan something but she couldn’t stop writhing, her body and mind unable shutting down as Shamir’s grip became tighter,
“Three more seconds, Cass,” Shamir’s pace was brutal and unrelenting. Catherine was helpless to resist.
“Two…”
She was sobbing Shamir’s name.
“One…”
Shamir pulled her up and Catherine came as she gasped for air, her second climax far more intense than the first as she bucked and writhed, hips mindlessly thrusting against the toy filling her.
She was a mess. Her face was red and her muscles were weak but Shamir didn’t stop. Catherine could only moan as the sniper buried a finger deep in her arse.
“Do you like that, my slut? Do you want more?”
“Ye-es, ye- , yes! My queen!” She stammered, finally regaining some control as she relaxed her body, simply letting her partner have her way with her.
Shamir was ruthless, shoving another finger into her unlubricated hole, “Oh, my slut, look at you.” She grabbed a fist of blonde hair, “My slut is so fucking hot.”
Catherine felt completely overwhelmed, Shamir had angled the toy so it was striking a particularly sensitive spot. Every brutal thrust shook her to her core. Her legs were trembling, her arms had given out long ago and to top it all off; Shamir had just started finger fucking her tight arse.
She moaned mindlessly, impossibly close to yet another orgasm.
Shamir thrust in deep with her toy and fingers.
Catherine screamed.
It was too much, her world became a flash of white as she came, body convulsing uncontrollably. Collapsing completely as she writhed in the sheets kicking them up as she slowly found her way back to reality.
“Suck my cock, now, slut!” Shamir demanded, grabbing Catherine’s ponytail as she fucked the slick toy down the blonde's throat.
Catherine took it, loving the taste of herself on it as well as the feeling of the toy filling her throat.
Shamir stroked her hair and caressed her cheek, the sniper gently rocking her hips to give Catherine even more pleasure, “Good slut. So perfect for me. I love my slut so much.”
After Catherine sucked the toy clean, Shamir pulled back and threw it into their discarded clothes before cuddling her partner, “I love you,” she sighed, feeling weak arms wrap around her and hold her close,
“Love you more,” Catherine grinned, sliding her hand into her partner’s dark hair, pulling her in for more soft kisses.
“Did you mean to call me Cassandra?” Catherine tilted her head, running a knuckle up Shamir’s cheek as it turned crimson,
“I’m, I’m so sorry I didn’t-“ Catherine cut her off with a hearty laugh,
“I liked it,” she grinned, “but let’s keep it in the bedroom,”
“Deal, Cassandra,” Shamir gave her a rare smile, she was beaming with love for her partner as their lips met once again, both women building themselves up to go again.