Page 125 of High Roller

Her scent is tangy and my jaw tingles as I imagine the first taste. Some women have a sweet taste about them. Others are more tart. Both are enjoyable in my opinion. I am tentative at first since this is only my second time between her legs. But Victor pushes the back of my head so that my face is buried in her folds.

“I will smother you with her cunt if you don’t get busy, Mariposa.”

My tongue darts out and I lick from top to bottom and back up again, my tongue swirls around the top of the little hood hiding her clit.

Lili hisses and tangles her fingers in my hair.

“I’ve imagined you on your knees between my legs since the day we met. The taste I got the other night wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy my lust. You belong here serving my pussy, don’t you, Grace?”

I nod against her pussy, and let my tongue slip inside her wet hole. She holds me against her crotch, as I devour her. Without warning, the toy still buried in my pussy turns on high and I gasp against Lili’s clit.

“Don’t come, Mariposa. Not until Lili is satisfied.”

I don’t know how I’m supposed to hold it back. He positioned the toy, so it’s buzzing against my g-spot and my clit in just the right way. I shift, trying to move the toy so it’s not as intense, but it stays in place. Fuck. I lift my head because I don’t want to disobey.

“Sir, please. I can’t stop it if this keeps up.”

Lili pulls my hair and brings her face close to mine. “Get your mouth back where it belongs little slut. Don’t worry about your own cunt until you’re done with mine.”

She twists my hair until I’m between her thighs once more, and Victor mercifully turns the vibration to a low setting.

I’m still hovering near the brink of orgasm but not in danger of falling over.

Victor is behind Lili now, pulling her hair, his other hand is cupping one breast, and I can tell by the noises she’s making, that he is using his wicked fingernails on her sensitive nipple.

“Ask, Liliana,” he demands.

I grip Lili’s thighs to spread her wider, sucking her clit into my mouth.

“Grace, use your fingers to fuck her tight little hole.”

I plunge two fingers inside her pussy, and she immediately clenches down on them. She’s so close to exploding, and I can’t wait to experience the sensation of her orgasm on my tongue.

“Victor, please?” Lili begs.

He tugs her hair harder and leans closer to her ear. “I know you did not just call me Victor, my little whore. Try again.”

“Sir, please. I want to come.”

“Do you want to come on Grace’s face or on my cock?”

“Both,” she cries.

“Greedy little whore, aren’t you?” Victor pinches her nipple hard. “If you want both, you have to suffer for me, Spitfire. Are you willing to endure my pain to get what you want?”

Lili pleads with him to let her come, but he refuses until she agrees to his terms.

“Grace, take a break and offer me your nipples. You’re going to suffer with Lili.”

“Yes, Master Victor,” I say as I pull my fingers free of Lili.

“Clean me off your fingers,” Lili orders.

“Yes, Goddess.”

It’s strange to take orders from more than one person, but they aren’t contradicting each other, and so I obey, licking both my fingers until I no longer taste her on my skin.

Victor opens his toy bag and pulls out two sets of rather vicious nipple clamps.

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