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Without a word, we exchanged places, and she dried me off in turn. The absorbent fabric caught the last droplets of water on my skin, leaving me feeling even more vulnerable than before, somehow. Naked and shivering, we stared at each other, silently pleading for an escape from this too-seductive nightmare.

“Now,” Beaumont purred, his voice dark with lust. “Go into the bedroom and sit on the bed, facing each other.”

The massive four-poster bed loomed before us like an altar to our degradation. Swallowing my pride, I climbed onto the silk-covered mattress, its softness setting my nerves even more on edge. Looking at one another uncertainly, we carried out Beaumont’s command, sitting cross-legged, turned toward each other.

Beaumont sauntered into the room, his hands in the pockets of his deep blue silk robe. Taking his time, he came to the side of the bed. I watched, trying not to tremble visibly, as he pulled his left hand out and reached it toward me.

“Tonight,” he purred, tracing a fingernail lightly up my spine, “you girls are going to fuck each other before I fuck you.” His tone brimmed with dark anticipation. “You’re going to learn something special. A way for two pretty girls to fuck each other when they don’t have a man’s cock to share.” He chuckled at our wide-eyed expressions. “Spread your legs, sluts, and scoot toward each other. Put those sweet little cunts together.”

CHAPTER33

Mary

My heart raced as Camille and I awkwardly maneuvered our bodies into position, following Beaumont’s lewd instructions. The silk sheets rustled beneath us as we pushed closer, our legs intertwining. I felt my face burn with shame as I realized just how much of us our tormentor’s hungry eyes could take in.

As our pussies touched, I couldn’t hold back a gasp. The sensation was electric, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Camille’s flesh was warm and impossibly soft against mine, and I felt a surge of helpless arousal course through me. Our eyes met, and again I saw that my sistervölvashared my impossible mix of confusion, embarrassment, and reluctant excitement.

“That’s it,” Beaumont purred, his voice thick with lust. “Now, take each other’s hands and start to move. Grind those pretty little cunts together.”

Trembling, I reached for Camille’s hands. Her fingers interlaced with mine, providing an anchor in this sea of overwhelming sensations. Slowly, hesitantly, we began to rock our hips, our slick folds sliding against each other much too deliciously.

The friction felt exquisite. Searing jolts of pleasure traveled through my body with each movement. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. But as our pace increased, driven by Beaumont’s encouraging words and our own traitorous bodies, I found it harder and harder to stay silent.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, my hips moving of their own accord now. “Camille, I… I can’t…”

“Shh,” she soothed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay. Just… just go with it.”

I looked up at her face, flushed with exertion and arousal. Her dark hair clung to her forehead, and her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. The sight of her, so beautiful and vulnerable, made my heart ache even as it fueled the fire building between my legs.

“Well, well,” Beaumont chuckled, his gaze raking over us. “It seems our little Camille has quite the dominant streak. Look at how she’s taking charge.”

I hadn’t even realized it, but Camille had indeed taken control of our movements. Her hips rolled with a confidence I couldn’t match, setting a rhythm that had me gasping and trembling beneath her.

“I think it’s time we let her really show her talent,” Beaumont continued. “Camille, I want you to take the superior position. Get on top of Mary and fuck her hard. Show me what a good little dyke you can be.”

Camille hesitated for just a moment, her eyes meeting mine in a silent apology. Then, with a grace that surprised me, she shifted her body, pushing me onto my back and positioning herself above me. Her weight settled on top of me, her pussy lips rubbing over mine with such firm friction that I cried out, the ecstatic pleasure overwhelming the blushing modesty—or maybe joining with it to push me toward a forbidden release.

I could feel every curve, every dip of the soft skin of her vulva against my own. The heat of her core radiated against my exposed sex, sending shivers of desperate need through me.

As Camille began to move, I couldn’t help but notice the change that came over her. Gone was the hesitant, embarrassed girl from moments before. In her place was a woman embracing her power, her dominance. Her eyes, usually so soft and kind, now held a predatory gleam that made my breath catch in my throat.

She started slowly, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm that had me arching beneath her. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel her wetness mingling with my own, our slick folds sliding together in the most delicious way.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands gripping her hips. “Camille, please…”

A wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Please what, Mary?” she purred, her voice lower and huskier than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations and the shame of my own arousal. “More,” I whispered, barely audible. “Please, more.”

Camille didn’t need to be told twice. She increased her pace, grinding down harder against me. The friction on my clit was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my core. I couldn’t hold back my moans any longer, each thrust drawing a desperate cry from my lips.

I opened my eyes to see Camille above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, only fueled my own arousal.

“That’s it,” Beaumont growled from somewhere beside the bed. “Fuck her hard, Camille. I’m lending Mary to you. Use her like you own her.”

His words seemed to ignite something in Camille. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head, and began to pound against me with an intensity that took my breath away. The new angle allowed her pubic bone to grind directly against my clit, and I cried out at the overwhelming sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” Camille gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “Mary, you feel so good. So wet for me.”

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