House Bitch 01: Panty Slut

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“Suck it, bitch! Suck it, you cunt!” Mistress was in fine form. She and Bec had just had a tussle. It had ended predictably, erotically. Mistress J had forced Bec to surrender and was now enjoying her well-earned delights with a 7-inch black strap-on. Bec’s eyes were moist, her skin flushed from the contest, she glowed with heat and energy, and shined as she kneeled before Jamie. Jamie too was glowing and shining. She had the look of triumph on her face. Her hands grasped the back of Bec’s head as the taller red head worshipped Jamie’s cock.

The fight had begun as a practice session, and had ended in a full on match. They had been playing, but suddenly Mistress took it to the next level. She punished Bec with a series of painful holds; they slapped and pulled hair, and gave it their best. Bec had won some falls, but Jamie had prevailed, and now she was having her way.

Mistress slapped Bec and pushed her on back. She slid Bec’s bikini panties off and fucked her. She fucked her victim with a vengeance. They kissed, bucked, and writhed and the smaller domme had her way. Bec screamed out as she climaxed, her face a wonderfully contorted mix of pain, passion, and pleasure. Pleasure. We both enjoyed serving Mistress. We both enjoyed being put in our places. Mistress assumed her place, planting her pussy on Bec’s face and making her lick it. Soon enough, Mistress climaxed. She slid down, tenderly caressed Bec’s body, teased her nipple, they both gave moan and giggle of delight.

“Bitch!” she called. She wanted me. “Clean up. Bec and I are going out,” she informed me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. They left their bikinis and the strap-on in a pile on the mat. I set about my tasks, first gathering the still warm and fragrant bikinis, the rubber cock and its harness, and set them aside. Holding hands, Jamie and Bec left the workout room and went to shower.

I’d finished cleaning the mats and tidying up when they emerged. Mistress worse her trademark, high-heeled black leather boots. They looked as if they’d been painted on her firm legs and thighs. Beneath, she wore black stockings. Her black leather skirt fit her form like a glove. It stopped mid-thigh, meant to attract attention as much as it was to show off. Above, she wore a silver, silk satin blouse; a black leather corset that enhanced her magnificent breasts encased her waist. A peak of purple satin showed from the low-buttoned blouse. Bec wore black, too. Styling herself after Mistress, she wore spiked-heel boots over black stockings. She wore a form-fitting black skirt, calf-length with slit on the left side to mid-thigh. It revealed the lace top of the stocking. Her blouse was a red satin tunic and fit perfectly.

“Stop ogling, and put your worthless ass to work!” snapped Mistress. “When we return, I expect everything to be in order.”

I replied in the only way I could, “Yes, Mistress.” Heels clicking on the floors. The door closed shut. I was left to continue my chores.

Picking up the bikinis, I rubbed my face in them and inhaled. The aroma of perfume and perspiration was intoxicating. I breathed them in deeply. Not thinking, I undressed and slipped on Bec’s bikini bottom. Slightly larger than Jamie, I didn’t think I’d stretch them much. They felt exquisitely. She’d worn a liquid, purple, metallic outfit. The bottoms were a skimpy, Brazilian boy cut that had revealed her delicious ass cheeks and the top of her ass’s cleavage. From the front, Bec’s camel toe had been enticing. My cock strained and grew in them. I used the string of the top to tie around the base of my scrotum, looped it back, and tied it off at the base of my cock. Sitting down, casino şirketleri I began stroking my cock, my hand holding Jamie’s bikini bottom. She’d worn a shimmering jade green, string bikini. Cut high on the thigh, it accentuated her legs.

I stroked my cock and feel the precum soaking through Mistress’s panty. Bringing Jamie’s bikini panty to my mouth, I licked my precum. It was warm, sweet, salty, and delicious. I teased my nipples, which heightened the sensations. Searching in a drawer, I found a black leather collar with nipple clamps and buckled around my neck. I fixed the clamps to my nipples. I was lost in ecstasy. Taking the strap-on that Bec’s cunt had coated with her juices and began licking it, taking it in my mouth, going down on it as Bec had when it jutted out proudly from Mistress’s hips.

“”You fucking slut! Look at me, bitch! Look at me, slut! You truculent, nasty, whore! Look at me!” she screamed.

Damn. I stopped midstroke, but dared not turn around. After a moment, however, I did turn and look, my cock in one hand, her bikini top in the other. Mistress and Bec glowered at me. I was speechless. I was also aroused. My cock, rather than going flaccid, throbbed. I hold a position of great responsibility and authority, but, truth be told, I longed to be dominated and abused by these two powerful and sexy women. They stood there glaring at me with their legs shoulder-width apart and arms akimbo.

“Let’s go, bitch!” said Mistress as she grabbed the leather collar around my neck and took me to her ring. “You fucking slut, you’re nothing but a panty pervert, a cum eater, and a cheap whore, aren’t you?” she asked rhetorically.

I mumbled out a “Yes, Mistress,” but it wasn’t loud enough or clear enough. She slapped me.

“Why is your fucking sissy cock hard, you whore? Do you enjoy my beating you? Do you?!” she asked.

“Yes, mistress. I do. I’m your slut. I want to please you,” I said.

In rapid fire, Jamie demanded answers: “Is this how you please me, stroking that pathetic little cock in my panties? Do you think that having your cum on my panties makes me happy? Do you? Do you think Ms. Bec likes seeing you in her bikini? Do you think she wants to wear her bikini panties stretched out by that pathetic excuse of a dick?”

With that last question the silent Bec drove her knee into my stomach. I doubled over, not so much in pain as in surprise. I was about to get a beat down. I couldn’t wait for it. Nor, judging by the predatory and lustful looks in their eyes could Mistress or Ms.

“Put your cock back in Bec’s panties, whore. Lick the precum from mine and put them aside,” commanded Mistress.

I did as ordered. I loved the feel of Ms. Bec’s tight, Brazilian boy short bikini bottoms cradling my cock and ass. I’m such a fucking slut.

“Take off the collar, too, and come back” ordered Bec.

“Yes, Ms.” I responded.

They undressed. First Mistress. She is always first. Always first in my heart. Ms. Bec undid her corset and held it. Next, she unzipped Mistress’s tight leather skirt and Jamie slid out of it, like a snake shedding its skin. Mistress tossed it to the side and began unbuttoning her blouse. She stood before me, imperiously, arrogantly, erotically, in a purple satin bra with leopard skin details. Her purple satin thong had a satin leopard inset over her cunt. Without speaking, she held out her arms and Bec fastened the corset around her wait. She was a vision of satin, lace, leather, and violence in a beautiful, bitchy, mean, yet tender womanhood. She was a dominatrix and I was her sub.

Bec undressed next. She was Mistress Jamie’s project, casino firmaları a domme in training. She was disciplined too, but, unlike me, was allowed to administer discipline to me. She was ferocious. Tough, redheaded, athletic, and competitive, she was the full package. After undressing, Ms. Bec glared at me. She wore a red silk bra, cut low so that her nipples nearly popped out over the tops. Around Bec’s hips were a pair of red silk bikini panties, her legs were in lace-topped stockings and spike-heeled black boots. She wanted to beat me, but she waited for Mistress to give her permission. Standing there. I could feel my cock swelling. I longed for their touch. I longed to submit to them, but only after a struggle. These women wanted resistance, and I was their bitch. Who was I to argue?

With a slight upward nod of her head in my directions, Mistress gave Ms. Bec permission to disciplining me. Ms. strode toward me like a lioness, determined, confident, wanting her prey. She stopped within arm’s length and grabbed my throat with her left hand and then drove her knee forcefully into my balls, but stopped just before contact. “It’d be a pity to do that, wouldn’t it” she asked rhetorically.

“Yes, Ms.” I answered. She put her face close to mine as of sniffing her prey. She locked her eyes on mine and refused to break contact. With her left hand still grasped about my throat, she grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed.

“What should we do to this slut, Mistress?” she asked. “Should we beat him, fuck him, wrestle him? How should he be punished, Mistress?” she asked.

“Well, little one? What do you deserve? How should you be disciplined, you nasty slut?” asked Mistress.

I stood silently, my eyes darting from Bec’s face, mere inches from my own (I could feel her hot breath), to Jamie’s. Bec squeezed my balls harder; I let out a groan and she glowered. The click of heels; Mistress approached.

Jamie leaned in, putting her face nearly up to mine, and she turned to Bec. They locked eyes that had fierceness, passion, and lust in them. Their lips parted, eyes closed, and they kissed even as Bec kept a tight hold on balls. As Bec became more aroused, she squeezed harder. I tried to keep from groaning.

My eyes squinted from the pain, but I could see Mistress’s hands roaming freely on Ms. Bec’s body, caressing her red silk ass and squeezing it. Her nails tracing lightly up Bec’s back. My balls hurt, but my cock remained hard. Finally, Bec released her grip and embraced our Mistress. Their hands explored their backs and asses and stroked their hair; two beautiful, bitchy, domineering women enjoying one another.

Their embrace ended and they turned to me. “I’m not going to ruin my lingerie fighting you, slut, but you are going to take some discipline,” said Mistress. With that, she slapped me. It stung. She followed up with a punch to my stomach. Ms. Bec was now behind me. She put me in a full nelson. I stood exposed to Jamie’s fury, my body stretched open by Bec’s hold. Mistress subjected me to slaps, punches, and light knees to my balls—she wanted to discipline, not damage. She was furious, but enjoying her anger. Jamie’s at her best when she’s in pique. Writing about the experience makes me hard.

Bec released her hold, but Mistress continued her barrage. She pushed me backward, and Bec helped trip me. I fell on my back. They pounced on their prey. Bec had me in a headlock as Mistress sat on engorged cock and teased my nipples. Throughout, they demeaned me: “Cunt! Slut! Whore? You fucking bitch! Slave! You panty slut!” and more. Bec next put my neck in a head scissors and squeezed. Jamie began güvenilir casino torturing my balls by slapping them. The bikini outlined them and made them an easy target. She grabbed my cock and began twisting and pulling it. And on it went.

Mistress moved up my body and planted her satin cunt on my face, smothering me, making me struggle for air. She laughed. Every so often she raised her hips to let me gasp, and then firmly planted her pussy back on my face. Ms., who had released her headlock, began massaging my cock.

“You like my panties, don’t you? You like wearing them, don’t you slut? You’re a whore, nothing but a panty boy whore, a man slut who likes to wear bikinis. Do you know what we do to sluts? We use them. Don’t cum, slut. Don’t you dare cum, or I’ll kick your ass,” threatened Bec. I knew she was serious. My engorged cock wanted to cum. I could feel the wetness around the head of my cock as the precum soaked the bikini.

My cock was in overdrive as I resisted the desire to cum. I fought back with all I could. As I writhed on the floor, Mistress rode my face. Her panties were soaked. My nostrils were filled with her delicious aroma. The feel of wet, warm satin drove me crazy. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Use your tongue, slut,” she gasped out. Jamie slid her panties to the side. Satin leopard and purple moved to reveal a glistening, waxed cunt. I greedily licked her.

As I pleasured Mistress, Ms. switched to frottage. She scissored me, her legs intersecting mine. She bumped, humped, and ground her red silk pussy into my purple pantied cock. “Please, please, please don’t let me cum,” I thought, “Not yet.”

Mistress switched positions. She was now smothering and humping my face in a reverse schoolgirl position. She was now facing Bec. I imagined they were looking at each other intensely as they used me. Bec moved forward as she ground her cunt into my cock. I could hear their moans of pleasure as they kissed. As for me, I was but an instrument for their pleasure, pain, and whatever else they wanted.

I felt her shuddering on my face, her thighs gripping my head harder, her panting, and moaning. Jamie had just cum on my face. She was panting, but able to announce “Slut, I need cock.” She dismounted my face, her panties wet with her cum. I took out my cock, erect, throbbing, shining with my precum. Mistress’s cunt slid down my shaft easily, she was so wet. Her cunt gripped me and drove down as far as she could, and bottomed out on me. Bec, in the meantime, parked her red silk ass on my face. “Service me, panty slut. Lick my pussy and make me happy,” she commanded. I did as I was told. Her pussy was delicious. I eagerly lapped at her clit, licked her lips and sucked on them.

Jamie rode my cock slowly, but built up to a hard, thrusting fucking. My shaft was alive as she rode me, used, treated me as her sex toy. She and Bec continued kissing—if only I could have seen it. As much and as long as they’d been using me, the bitch doms were ready to cum. Bec climaxed first, in deep, heaving gasps and moans. She drove the weight of her ass into my face. Jamie came, her second orgasm. As she came she grabbed my nipples and twisted and pulled, causing me to buck and squirm. I followed, unable to hold back, filling her cunt with thick cum.

Both bitches caught their breaths, relaxed, and let their weight settle on me. Mistress got up, walked to a chair, and summoned us. “Eat me, sluts,” she commanded. Clean my cunt of his cum. Bec and I complied, licking my cum from Jamie’s cunt, our tongues dancing as we lapped at my thick, sweet, salty jizz. Mistress built up to another orgasm.

As she settled back, Bec told her “I want to kick that slut’s ass for wearing my bikini,” Mistress. Jamie gave it a thought, and said, “Grab your gloves, bitch. You have my permission. And you, panty boy, you’d better give her what she wants.” More on that later.

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