Page 16 of Clashing with the Ice Queen

“Please..” Cassandra heard Nadine’s squeaky pleading and she leant back and crossed her legs, enjoying the vision before her of Nadine wide open and wanting and dripping for her. She watched the strand of juice get longer and longer before it broke off and hit the floor.

“Do you like anal sex,” Cassandra asked, suddenly.

“Uh… I don’t really know. It isn’t something I’ve tried much,” Nadine’s voice returned.

“Well,” Cassandra said smugly. “I think you might learn to like it. Every time you come for me, you’ll do so with fingers or toys in your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nadine’s voice was a nervous gasp.

“Good,” Cassandra said. “In that case I want to to go back to holding the railing with one hand and with your other hand spit on your finger and reach back and work it into your ass hole.”

There was a moment of pause as Nadine no doubt digested her new orders.

It was a test perhaps from Cassandra. All of this was. And so far, Nadine was passing with flying colors. Cassandra felt her own pussy oozing with wetness. She stood to adjust her dress so it was above her hips before she sat down again. She didn’t want to get come on her dress. She reached to press against her own clitoris through her panties, it was swollen and eager as she lazily began to play with it through the damp lace.

She watched in satisfaction as Nadine did indeed obey the latest order and a wet index finger reached nervously around behind her, seeking out her ass hole.

“Play with it a bit,” Cassandra said. “You’ll find everything a lot easier if you get your sweet little hole all warm and wet before you start. Get some wet from your pussy. There’s plenty there.”

Cassandra watched Nadine’s right hand probing for her pussy and pressing her fingers in to take the beautiful juices to her anus. Once there, her fingers began to smear the wetness around the hole, pressing and rimming it, seeming to gain in some confidence as they went.

Cassandra continued to lazily touch herself as she watched in great pleasure. She was in no rush.

When she noticed Nadine beginning to relax into what she was doing, she knew it was time.

“Now, push your index finger inside for me. Slow and deep.”

Cassandra watched eagerly as the tip of Nadine’s finger began to press at her hole forcing it to open for her and then as it did, the tip of her finger disappeared inside and she gasped audibly.

“Good girl,” Cassandra growled. “You look so fucking sexy, you know. You are pleasing Mistress so greatly.”

Her finger gradually disappeared further inside her body.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“A little odd… but it doesn’t hurt. It feels almost electric in here, like electric pulses deep within me.”

“Mmmmm,” Cassandra murmured. “I can’t wait to feel those electric pulses.” She watched as further strands of desire descended from Nadine’s juicy pussy. It was nearly time.

“Push it further in, sweetheart. Be a good little slut for me. All the way in.”

Nadine seemed to readjust her wrist to get the pressure she needed to push her finger in all the way and she groaned deeply.

Cassandra stood up, readjusting her underwear and her dress as she made her way slowly up behind Nadine. She rested her left hand on Nadine’s hip and whispered to her deep and throatily, “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Hard and deep and relentless just like you wanted. You’ll keep your finger in your ass the whole time, do you understand?”

“Yes…” Nadine gasped. “Yes, please, mistress.”

Cassandra plunged 3 fingers from her right hand deeply and firmly into Nadine’s sopping wet pussy curling them downwards to hit her G spot.

Nadine cried out, loudly.

“You are going to come for me screaming and crying, as the whole city watches you, little sweet slut that you are,” Cassandra growled.

She felt Nadine’s sodden pussy clench around her fingers. She could feel her index finger inside her ass through the thin membranes that separated pussy and ass.

She began to fuck Nadine with her fingers, hard and deep as she had requested. With each thrust Nadine was crying, screaming and squirming with the intensity of it. Her fingers were making sweet squelching noises in the wetness and Cassandra knew if she began to hammer Nadine’s G spot, she would probably squirt.

“You think you might squirt for me, sweetheart?” Cassandra growled, loving the idea of it. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t for years.

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