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Truly, Odalia Blight’s greatest lie to Amity would always be: “It gives me no satisfaction.”
Nothing was as delicious as watching her youngest daughter’s amber eyes shimmer with tears. Sometimes, if the light caught them just right, Odalia saw her reflection in those twin pools of despair. The longer Amity attempted to hold in her waterworks, the longer the businesswoman could admire the elegant albeit sinister beauty smirking back.
This torment was, of course, a gift to strengthen her daughter for success. These fleeting moments of disparity were a trifle in the long run, an investment in their family's future. Odalia took great pride in all her works. So, what was the harm in reveling in how effortlessly she could systematically destroy Amity’s sense of self-worth?
But then along came a human.
The disgusting wretch had funneled flights of fancy into her daughter’s head, taking spaces meant for business acumen and obedience. She’d no doubt it’d been this creature, this Luz, that’d spurred her daughter to interrupt the unveiling of the Abomaton 2.0. It hadn’t mattered in the end; the weapon made quick work of the two girls.
Amity’s stay in the hospital would do her some good and give her space from that little… thing. Her flesh and blood putting herself in harm’s way for a human? No, that just wouldn’t do. But the selfless act spared the mangy beast from injury, at least any severe damage, and the event’s staff tossed the thing backstage. Now, full circle, Odalia readied to see how effective her ‘greatest lie’ was on a human.
“It gives me no satisfaction to see someone throw their life away,” Odalia stood over Luz. The little human lay on the dirt floor, covered in drying flecks of purple ooze. “But after this little performance, I’m sure you can see why you and your friends will stay expelled. Needless to say, our deal is off. You’re never getting back into that school.”
With equally tear-stained eyes, Luz asked, “Is Amity going to be okay?”
Hearing her daughter’s name come out of that creature’s mouth had Odalia grinding her pearly teeth. “She will be. No thanks to your antics.”
“I… I’m sorry…” the thing sniffled pathetically; this was what Amity fought for? “I just wanted to… to…” Instead of finishing, the little human drew her scrawny knees to her chest, hugging them with the knowledge nobody there cared to touch her. She buried her face in her arms, crying quietly.
The spineless little worm. Odalia was about to issue a new set of demands, primarily to stay away from her daughter, when a bit of flesh caught her eye. The crotch of the human’s shorts had torn, exposing just a sliver of bare tanned skin. It wasn’t a lot, but she could clearly make out her bald labia. So, humans did have cunts of their own. But did half their women have a similar member stirring in Odalia’s pants, too?
Yes, Luz was a worthless animal, but she was an exotic worthless animal. Sampling a fledgling cunt of something so foreign was tempting. Much better than the breeding whore she’d used to acquire Amity and the twins. And unlike that woman, Odalia had the resources, the intellect, and the leverage to make this specimen comply with whatever she wanted. At least, until she became bored with her.
“Perhaps…” Odalia started, her cock stiffening, “… we could make another deal.”
Eventually, the Boiling Isles were just another acquisition for Blight Industries. There’d been some dodgy moments in the past year, the villainous Belos being a particularly vexing dilemma, but with sufficient capital, every problem disappeared. Dangerous oddities like the imprisoned Collector and the baby Titan were sealed beneath miles of bedrock. The more rebellious rabble enjoyed a permanent stay in a reinforced Conformitorium. It proved that the brightest and most cunning would always outperform magic and muscles.
Still, appearances needed to be upheld. Allowing the people to believe they weren’t living beneath a dictatorship was the first step toward keeping one. Hence, the monthly board meeting with a dozen puppet investors. Odalia didn’t need their money; she already had it, but this little show was good for their morale. On rare occasions, they even had decent ideas. Nothing groundbreaking, but entertaining at least.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the gauntlets…” a wispy and white-haired gentleman on her left flipped through one of the provided packets. “But it’s about marketing the product to the people.”
“You have an issue with our marketing department?” Odalia cocked an angular eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth twitched downward.
“Not at all,” the gentleman fumbled with his round spectacles. “I-I-I—”
“It’s not about the product, Ma’am,” a younger investor on her right spoke up, one of the newcomers. Odalia usually shrugged off the endless ‘suckerfish’ who latched onto her success, but the young woman was a pretty thing, and one day she might want it caged in her manor.
“Explain,” Odalia demanded, though the bite had left her voice. A simple disapproving glance was enough to remind others of their place.
“I think…” a little voice squeaked from the corner, before tapering off midsentence.
“Go ahead, Mittens.” Odalia’s usual coldness warmed slightly; it wasn’t often Amity spoke in the boardroom. Gone were the school uniforms and fine clothes; she was a lowly assistant and wore the black pencil skirt and button-up top to match. Any hope her darling daughter would be a fitting heir had perished years ago, but the girl had faint glimmers of brilliance in her.
“W-well,” Amity clutched a clipboard to her chest the same way she’d cling to her plushies. “The people can’t afford them at the current prices.”
“Really?” Odalia asked in mock surprise, “I doubt it’s gotten that bad out there.” She casually brushed the oracle stone on her choker, “You don’t expect me to swallow the cost, do you?”
Amity’s alabaster skin pinkened, and she squeezed the clipboard tighter. Not from embarrassment, but because she was the only other person aware of the little game beneath the table.
The oracle stone shimmered as Odalia telepathically gave the order: Faster.
A few years into their deal, and Luz’s mouth was honed to perfection. The first time Odalia’s cock graced her lips, it’d been terrifying. Seeing an actual futanari in real life was much different than the hentai sites she once frequented. But in time, she’d done far more than kiss the massive foot-long hog. At this point in her life, there was very little she hadn’t done with her endowed Mistress.
Luz knew by now getting home might be impossible, but Odalia promised she was still searching for a way, just as she promised to look after all the friends the little human cherished. According to all the letters she’d received, Eda and King were exploring places far beyond The Boiling Isle. She wished she could’ve gone, but the deal she’d made was clear: as long as her friends were safe, Odalia owned her.
The girl’s lips stretched into a thin line around Odalia’s warm cock. The woman’s immaculate skin was smooth as marble, and her green pubic thatch smelled of citrus and cinnamon. Luz loved to slide the woman’s member down her gullet so she could bury her nose in the prickly green grove. But Odalia didn’t want a deep and vicious throating during her meetings; she preferred sensual suckling to keep her hard and entertained while the ‘idiots’ talked.
Faster.
The little oracle bead on Luz’s tongue piercing relayed Odalia’s orders. The girl bobbed her head dutifully, wriggling her little pink tongue along the underside of the leathery head. Little dewdrops of precum seeped from her slit, deigning Luz with the savory flavor of her Mistress’s praise. Simultaneously, Luz gingerly gripped Odalia’s knees to brace herself as she took another inch into her sweet, wet mouth.
Once the cock was comfortably situated centimeters from the back of her throat, Luz rested to acclimate to the feel. Gagging wasn’t an option, not here, so she familiarized her Mistress’s target length. It soaked in her mouth a while longer, her lips suckling dutifully, before she slid the cock out until only her lips touched the greasy head.
Impress me, my slutty little kitten.
Luz jackhammered her mouth back and forth on the cock. The breakneck pace, combined with the quick flicking stimulation of her tongue, sent quivers through Odalia’s knees. Through skill alone, the face-fucking remained silent, not a single slurp escaped.
Spittle slipped free of the lip seal around her Mistress’s cock and drooled down her chin. The loudest noise was the faint plopping as little droplets plummeted onto Luz’s bare legs. The girl didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, making this far riskier, but all the more thrilling. Somewhere along the way, she began liking what Odalia did to her. She couldn’t say if it was corruption or a side of her that’d always been there, but did it even matter at this point? It was so much easier to enjoy being a sex toy than to mourn her loss of innocence.
That wasn’t to say Luz didn’t still have that rebellious streak, of course.
What are you doing, kitten?
Beneath the table, Luz’s eyes glinted mischievously. Instead of stopping right before hitting the back of her throat, she’d begun taking the cock a little further. It wasn’t full throat, not yet, but she wanted to let her Mistress know it wasn’t off the table.
Stop it. I said ‘faster’. Not ‘deeper’. How stupid are you? Don’t make me—
The rest of her thoughts were garbled the second Luz took Odalia halfway down her gullet. It was a measly six inches, barely a challenge for the well-trained slut, but it was enough that her Mistress’s heels tapped like she was dancing on the floor. It was adorable, like watching someone struggle not to wet themselves, and well worth the punishment she’d receive for doing something this naughty.
“Is something the matter, Ma’am?”
Luz’s eyes narrowed. It was the other girl, the one Odalia had been talking to her about. Some new rich investor who’d caught her Mistress’s eye. But that young woman didn’t know the first thing about servitude. She doubted anyone could throw away their pride like Luz had, become nothing but a pet, and believed with all their heart that this was their one true desire in life. That’s the difference between her and all the other girls; Luz’s devotion was unending. When she blew a fat cock, she didn’t put it between her lips and sucked; she gave her soul to worshipping it until it spurted its heavenly seed down her undeserving throat.
“Ma’am?”
In the deathly silence, Luz heard the grating of fingernails clawing against wood. She imagined Odalia clenching the edge of the table, a bead of sweat lazily drizzling down her ivory forehead. Maybe her full lips were pursed into a line, maybe she was blushing like Amity, or maybe she’d only flinched? Luz’s wicked imagination fueled the tangy arousal dribbling between her legs. If her mouth weren’t crammed full of cock, she’d snicker.
“I was thinking!” A sudden bash from a fist rattled the table. In a second, Luz stopped her throating, going absolutely still with her Mistress sealed between her plump lips. Her wide eyes stared forward at the thatch of pubic hair, fearful to take a single breath. The tip of her pierced tongue rested beneath Odalia’s head, unmoving.
“Apologies, Ma’am. I didn’t mean anything—”
“Of course you didn’t!” Odalia shrieked, her fist crashing down atop the table again. The violent slam sounded directly above Luz’s head, but she continued to hold still. The warm and wet cock was still hard as ever. “You never think! If I weren’t here, you’d all be working the fields of shoveling manure!”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am!” It was the voice of the new girl, light but demure. “We’re all very thankful for everything you’ve done for us. We’d be nothing without you. I owe you so much…”
A dollop of honey-thick precum oozed from the tip of Odalia’s cock, pooling onto Luz’s tongue before sliding down the back of her throat. The salty flavor mingled with a different type of bitterness: jealousy. An emotion abruptly interrupted by the cold, seething voice of her Mistress.
Were you trying to be a playful little kitten?
Slowly, Luz nodded her head, and the precum took the opportunity to slip all the way down her gullet.
Are you afraid I’m angry with you?
Again, Luz nodded her head, closing her eyes to await the fall of the guillotine.
Well, I am. I’m furious.
Luz swallowed whatever precum and spit remained, leaving her throat dry.
So much so, I think I’ll need to pound that tight little pussy until you beg for forgiveness.
Her chocolate eyes fluttered open.
And I didn’t tell you to stop.
Joy swelled within the girl, and she returned to her responsibility. The fires in her furnace reignited. She was going to get some special attention today after all.
These days, Amity’s familiarity with her mother’s micro expressions negated the need for oracle stones. Eyes closed several milliseconds longer, the subtlest twitch at the side of her mouth, or a quick flare of her nostrils were easily deciphered messages. Even now, the faintest hint of a sneer, directed her way, told the youngest daughter exactly what Odalia needed. In this case: the room.
Amity cleared her throat, “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Blight, but your one o’clock will be arriving soon. It might be prudent to clear the room?”
“A wise assessment,” Odalia stroked her pointed chin. “This meeting is adjourned. I’ll see you all next quarter.”
Unlike her mother, deciphering the shuffling board members' confusion and pity was never a challenge. She could only imagine the gossip they shared about how the CEO demanded her daughter call her ‘Mrs. Blight’. What a poor and miserable girl, Amity must be.
Little did they know that the girl’s little dick was harder than stone.
Nobody adored Luz more than Amity; the human’s happiness was paramount. At the start of their permitted relationship, the little Blight believed with all her heart their love was enough to ignore one ‘tiny’ issue. But the flash of disappointment when Luz finally saw her one-inch dick kept the burning coal of humiliation red hot. Her girlfriend tried to mask the letdown, but it quickly slipped away when Amity squirted a small drop of jizz after two seconds of tonguing her acorn-sized balls.
That alone would’ve shattered her pride, but it was made worse by her gleeful mother, cackling beside them. Her hand lazily stroked her foot-long cock, hardening at Amity’s shame. All it took was a pat on her thick thighs for the human to perk up like an excited pup. Luz’s apologetic gaze lasted only a second before she eagerly crawled to Odalia. That night, Amity sat in the corner as her girlfriend’s euphoric moans filled her bedroom, stroking her perpetually stiff dicklet.
She didn’t lose her virginity that night, and hadn’t to this day.
As the boardroom began to clear out, allowing ‘Mrs. Blight’ time to prepare for this mysterious ‘one o’clock’, Amity readied to follow them outside.
“Not you, Mittens,” Odalia chided as Amity’s heart soared. “Lock the door behind them.”
Twisting the lock, the girl nibbled her lower lip excitedly. She’d been hard the entire meeting, though nobody even noticed, but knew better than to touch herself without her mother’s permission. That permission might never come, not today and maybe not even this week, but her pleasure wasn’t important. As she’d always believed, Luz’s happiness was paramount, and watching her girlfriend cum on her mother’s cock was the happiest the three had ever been.
Despite Luz’s continual maturing into womanhood, the girl was still small enough for Odalia to hoist her from beneath the table easily. Led by a fistful of her short hair, the human winced as she was directed around like a puppet on strings. The woman drank in the girl’s jiggling chest, her curves smooth as butter, and her breasts capped with chocolate-colored nipples. Luz was coming along nicely, and Odalia looked forward to enjoying the finalized product.
There were alterations to perfect it, though. Besides the tongue piercing, there was the girl’s impressive womb tattoo. It was a dark purple, of course, while the human ranked above the similarly colored abominations, it was just barely. But while she hadn’t planned on stopping there, originally determined to ruin the thing’s body, sentimentality reared its head. Truthfully, she enjoyed Luz’s appearance as is, so the tattoos and piercings stopped there.
“Throating me in the middle of a meeting?” Odalia hauled Luz by her hair, just high enough that she needed to dance on her tiptoes. “Were you truly so desperate for punishment?”
“M-maybe,” despite gritting her teeth in pain, the corners of Luz’s mouth twitched upward. The girl had become quite the little masochist, a trait Odalia hadn’t even ingrained into her.
“Then let’s get started, shall we?” Releasing her grip on her hair, Luz staggered backward, only for Odalia to close the distance in a second. One hand gripped the girl’s thin neck, a thick thumb lightly pressing into her trachea. The sensation of the human’s airway struggling to bulge was as pleasurable as a tongue on her balls. Holding someone’s life in the balance, albeit in the safety of play, thrilled her as much as it did the kinky teenager.
Luz’s gurgles turned to mewls beneath the vicious pinching at her nipples. Odalia’s fingernails dug into the girl’s sensitive buds before rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. With a vicious grin, she gave the dark-colored teats a harsh tug, Luz’s back arching while she thrust her pelvis forward.
“Oh, is someone getting excited?” Odalia cooed, dragging her fingernail across Luz’s chest toward the other nipple. Drool slid down the side of the girl’s mouth, her bright eyes brimming with excitement. “It’s almost as though this isn’t a punishment at all…”
Whatever words Luz tried to gurgle out were lost when Odalia tweaked the other nipple. The little human humped the air, and given the glistening of her inner thighs, she was desperate for touch. Well, the little bitch would get it eventually, once Odalia was good and done.
The cold wooden table turned the soft caramel skin of Luz’s round ass to gooseflesh. Her Mistress made certain her pet kept a strict diet and exercise regimen, the fruits of her labors evident by the girl’s plump backside. The thumb slid from Luz’s trachea, permitting the girl a needed lungful of chilly air. But what wasn’t quelled was the need between her legs. The constant torture on her nipples drove her into a frenzy; she needed Odalia’s hard, long cock inside her desperate cunt.
“Please…” Luz rasped, her small hand rubbing her sore throat.
“Please, what? Be specific, kitten,” Odalia said with a sly smirk and motherly tone elicited taboo feelings Luz never wanted to unpack. Being talked down to like a brainless animal stoked the growing fire inside her.
“Please stuff my worthless human cunt with your big fat cock!” Luz cried, her slender back arching off the table, digging her shoulder blades into the wood. The girl knew Odalia liked desperation; she liked seeing Luz writhe like a pathetic animal, and she knew it would do wonders for the woman’s bitch breaking cock.
“That’s my well-trained pet,” Odalia’s lips curled back in a sneer. “You know exactly how to rile me up.”
Tucking her chin into her chest, Luz looked down the valley between her breasts. A gasp escaped her throat seeing Odalia’s hard cock gripped in her hand. Her elegant fingers weren’t long enough to encompass it, but it didn’t stop the woman from lackadaisically jacking off. Her hand squelched along the slick flesh, coated in Luz’s mouthful of saliva and Odalia’s precum.
“Spread your legs.” Direct. Precise. Demanding.
Her legs stretched wide beneath her; the puffy cunt ready for everything to come. Still, the shuddery moan was from genuine surprise when Odalia’s thick head dragged across her sex. Their sticky arousals mixed, coating one another’s intimates. The cock glided up and down Luz’s smooth pussy lips, teasing her with agonizingly slow but firm drags.
“Pl-please!” Luz whined, her throat parched and mouth dry. “Fuck your stupid human! I need it!”
“You need punishment,” Odalia chided, the head dipping just enough into Luz’s sex to give the girl hope. “Why should I waste any more time with you? Perhaps Amity would be happy to take my place instead?”
“No!” Luz’s panicked blurt wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but tilting her head back to the corner, she heard her girlfriend whimper. She loved Amity with all her heart, but the girl’s micro penis could never satisfy her. Amity was as submissive as they came, a true humiliation junkie, while Luz needed a domineering cock to fuck her stupid.
Even after Luz had humiliated Amity, the young Blight’s pencil skirt was rolled up around her waist so she could jerk her tiny dicklet off with two fingers. The girl’s jaw hung down as she panted like a bitch, eyes locked on her human girlfriend about to get dicked by her mother. Already, Luz saw the little spider thread of precum dripping to the floor, and until Amity was permitted a full orgasm, that was all she could do.
Even though Amity was enjoying herself, Luz still knew an apology was necessary, “I’m sor—”
Odalia thrust her massive fuck stick into Luz’s wet pussy so hard the table shuddered. Luz’s cry could’ve shattered glass as the cock plundered her desperate cunt. The monstrous appendage filled her in one smooth thrust, stretching her folds near the breaking point. Again, Luz’s body arched like a bow, her fingernails scratching against the tabletop.
“Pay attention to the one who matters!” Odalia growled above her. “You think my thimble-dicked daughter can give you this?”
“NOO!” Luz cried, the inner muscles of her pussy abuzz with excitement. Odalia’s cock rubbed all the right places, teasing her once unexplored G-spot, and had the human drooling for more. “Only you can! Only you can!”
As Odalia slowly pulled out, Luz’s heart fluttered; this was the fucking she needed. Days of starving for a nice thick cock had done a number on her, caught in a wave of animalistic heat. She couldn’t imagine the weeks Amity had gone without cumming, though it was clear why her girlfriend chose to sleep on the couch. Luz’s slightest touch would send her off. But all that frustration was behind her. If this was a punishment, she’d need to tease Odalia again.
Her Mistress didn’t thrust back in; she inched forward, sliding her fuck stick back into Luz’s shaved box. The girl lay back, confused by the agonizingly slow pace. The pleasure remained, but it’d dulled, becoming an uncomfortable ache.
“Mistress?” Luz’s large eyes pleaded.
“This is a punishment, kitten,” Odalia mockingly sang. “You didn’t think I’d let you enjoy yourself, did you?” To prove her point, she teasingly rubbed the blunt head against Luz’s G-spot, giving Luz pinpricks of ecstasy but nothing more.
Screwing her eyes tight, Luz tried to chase the once building orgasm, her pussy instinctively milking Odalia’s bitch breaker. But in no time at all, she’d been reduced to wriggling and juvenile whines. All the while, her Mistress’s slow and shallow thrusts only made her thirstier.
“Please! I’m sorry for being bad!” Luz writhed, her little body struggling to hump back, anything for a bit more. “I’m a stupid human who thought she was smart! But I’m just a dumb bitch with a needy cunny! I’ll never do it again! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
It was so easy for Odalia to bring her to tears nowadays; her Mistress could play her body like a fiddle. But ever so often, the woman would pull one of her strings so tight Luz thought it’d snap. This was one such time, her mind was reeling, and her body was both aflame and frigid all at once. The sweet, sticky release she desired was still so far away.
“Say you love me,” Odalia’s breathy hiss interrupted Luz’s pitiful begging.
“I love you!” Luz babbled incoherently, “I love you! I love you! I love—”
“Mean it,” Odalia threatened, leaning over the girl until their eyes met. Odalia's ice blue irises pierced her soul.
In the midst of her torturous denial, Luz’s hand cupped Odalia’s cheek, and she whispered, “I love you, Odalia Blight.” And she meant it.
But that was all it took for her Mistress’s mask to fall away and the inner monster to roar in triumph. Odalia’s hands gripped Luz’s perky tits like handles as she slammed her cock into the girl’s gushing cunt. Luz’s shrieks were silenced by a sloppy kiss, a wet and wild tongue shoved down her throat. The woman’s wide hips slammed against Luz’s body with the intent to bruise.
This was the real Odalia: a sex hungry beast that claimed a girl less than half her age. And Luz loved her for it.
The woman’s thrusts were rabid and uncoordinated, her wild humping focused only on milking as much pleasure as she could from the little human. Her cunt squelched with each rampant buck as her greedy Mistress ravaged her body. Her spindly legs wrapped around the woman, helping to draw her back in with even more speed and power.
Luz hugged her arms around Odalia’s back, never breaking from the kiss. The woman had gone from tongue fucking her throat to voraciously wrestling with Luz’s docile pink digit. There was very little she could do beneath the beast, only whimper and moan as her pelvis was bashed into powder and her nipples were mauled by uncaring fingers.
With a sudden tug at her teat, Luz squealed into Odalia’s mouth, and the woman laughed into hers. Her thrusts doubled in speed, the table shaking beneath each blow. The girl’s pussy was used as the breeding hole it was, a warm receptacle for cock and nothing else. Soft, wet, and squishy cunt flesh parted for the hard and powerful girl breaker.
It drove taboo euphoria into Luz’s core, corrupting her soul. Her addiction to the prime mast of perfection began years ago and had heightened ever since. She fantasized, dreamt, and pined for it. This pleasure gave her the feeling of being alive; this was the true magic she’d been missing, the greatest gift of all.
Her lower half had gone numb beneath the vicious bashing, but her cunt was lively as ever. Luz’s orgasm was barreling down on her, ready to engulf her body. She whined into Odalia’s mouth, signaling to her that it was almost time. In response, her Mistress broke their kiss, only to dive down and nip Luz’s neck. The warmth, wetness, and pain exploded her world.
“Mamá!!!” Luz shrieked, and a huge gush of juices squirted all over Odalia’s pelvis. Pleasure burst from her pussy in liquid form, bathing her Mistress with her love. Luz babbled in Spanish; a language only known to a few in the Boiling Isle as ‘squirting in tongues’. Her arms and legs wrapped around Odalia, holding the woman close as her body sprayed gush after gush of juices.
“That’s right,” Odalia unlatched her lips from Luz’s neck. “And Mamá is going to cum inside her little girl’s cunt!”
Ten rapid thrusts, each harder than the last, assaulted Luz’s body. The girl watched her Mistress’s eyes close, her mouth open, and a bellow of triumph burst from her throat. The second Luz felt the jerk of the cock within her, everything went white. The world was lost in orgasmic bliss. Her cunt pumped full of Odalia’s thick and gooey cream.
In this void of white, Luz felt her pussy overflow, pearly cum squirting free. The last orgasm of the day left her muscles twitching involuntarily and her eyes wide. She needed something, but was too cum drunk to know what it was. Confusion overwhelmed her, and her eyes darted around like a frightened doe.
A face broke through the emptiness, and Luz saw Odalia gazing down at her like a goddess. It was soft, motherly, and brimming with adoration. All at once, the panic faded, and relief took its place. Her body untensed, filled with the safety of warmth. Their lips met again, as cum pumped deep into Luz’s womb, and she felt truly loved.
Amity watched from her corner, gingerly petting her little dicklet. Her mother and girlfriend cuddled on the table while she was left alone. Odalia’s cock was still rooted in Luz, a real cock, unlike her pathetic excuse for a dick. The small one-finger teasing was all she could handle, otherwise she’d spew a little load onto the floor. Maybe it’d be bigger this time, given this marked week two of denial.
“Alright, dear,” Odalia grunted, sliding her softening cock from Luz’s fuck hole. The loud slurp sent another strong-smelling wave of sex through the room. “Mamá needs to get going. You be a good pet and let my Mittens take care of you, alright?”
“Yes, Mamá,” Luz giggled, giving Odalia a final kiss. It sensually lingered, their tongues petting one another, before her mother finally broke away to redress. “Will I see you before dinner?”
“I’ll try,” Odalia smiled, something Amity could only dream of being directed her way. “Stay good.”
“Of course,” Luz chirped, lying back on the table, obviously satisfied. “I’ll always be your good little girl.”
“Wonderful,” her mother stroked Luz’s thigh, fully redressed and refreshed. “I know you will be, dear.”
Then she acknowledged Amity.
“Clean-up duty.”
That was all the youngest Blight received from her mother, but it meant the world to her. Scrambling between Luz’s legs, the girl breathed in the scent of Luz’s tangy cunt and her mother’s musky and pearly cream. It oozed from her girlfriend’s caramel colored fuck hole, dribbling down onto the table. It looked thicker than usual; her mother must’ve been pent-up.
Amity licked her lips, taking another long sniff of the closest thing she’d get to sex. Her mouth watered, and her hips gave an involuntary buck. She wanted to touch herself so badly, to rub her tiny nub and squirt out all her frustration.
“Amity.”
She looked up into her girlfriend’s soft eyes.
“You know the rules.”
Amity nodded obediently. This is why she loved Luz so much; she kept her honest. Maybe one day she’d be Odalia’s good girl too. But for now, she was satisfied being a desperate cuck, slurping her mother’s creamy cum from her girlfriend’s well-fucked snatch.
Pressing her lips against Luz’s plump pussy, she kissed the girl the only way she was allowed, and it was wonderful.