Page 30 of Brie's Submission
Lea kissed her back, whimpering softly. She spread her legs open when Mistress Clark moved her fingers between Lea’s thighs to caress her glistening pussy. Brie was shocked that their trainer could be so hot and provocative. It forced her to look at the woman in a completely different light.
Mistress Clark pulled back and put one of her legs onto the small table, hiking up her pencil skirt. “Cherry, I want you to eat my pussy the way you would like to be eaten.”
Lea got down on her knees and moved the red panties aside so she could lick Mistress Clark’s sex. Brie’s eyes opened wide—it seemed so wrong and yet so erotic. Lea licked the length of it and then settled her tongue on the clit. The only sound in the entire auditorium was gentle suckling noises.
“Faster, Cherry.”
Lea moved her head back and forth in a rapid motion, causing the Mistress to moan. Brie felt her juices start to flow at the sound of her trainer’s pleasure. Never in a million years had she thought watching Ms. Clark would make her horny.
“Stop. That was good, Cherry, but I want you to stand up now.”
Lea did as she was told, standing respectfully before her Mistress. The Domme picked up a fleshy-looking dildo and knelt down to partake of Lea. As she kissed Lea’s drenched pussy lips, she pulled on the chain with one hand and thrust the phallus into Lea with the other. Brie could see that her friend was trembling from all the attention, and wondered how long Lea could last. The auditorium was filled with her panting moans.
“Let me please you, Mistress!” Lea begged.
“Yes, Cherry.” Mistress Clark stood back up and kissed Lea on the lips.
Lea snuck her hand to Mistress’ mound. The Dominatrix dropped the dildo and the two started flicking each other’s clits like there was no tomorrow. The whole group waited in anticipation as the two women brought each other to climax. Lea was loud when she came, but only a few gasping sounds came out of the Domme’s lips.
Brie’s panties were sopping wet at the end of their encounter. It had been so simple, but Ms. Clark had known exactly how to play Lea. It had been like watching art—the art of seduction.
Master Coen asked, “How would you rate the scene, Ms. Taylor?”
She looked down and smiled, but then stopped herself. Lea was learning. She looked him directly in the eye before she smiled again. “I enjoyed it.”
“Even though it was with a woman?”
“Yes, and it surprises me. I never would have guessed.”
“Tonight’s practicum was an important breakthrough for you,” Sir commented.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”
Once the stage was cleared, a new scene was set up. Assistants brought a bed onto the stage, along with a table and a single tube of lubricant. Brie started hyperventilating, thinking her time was at hand.
Her heart about stopped when both Master CoenandSir walked up to the stage. Brie closed her eyes and waited for her name to be called.
“Miss Wilson, please join your trainers on the stage,” Marquis Gray announced.
She stopped breathing altogether and her eyes immediately fell to the floor, but Ms. Clark was watching her. “Eyes on the stage, Miss Bennett!”
Brie obeyed. She did not miss the extra wiggle to Mary’s ass as she walked up to the stage and stood next toBrie’sSir.
Master Coen commanded, “Slave, undress your Masters.”
Mary deftly removed their clothes, starting with Coen first. The large muscular man was impressive without clothing. He had the look of a tanned bodybuilder, completely free of hair and with every muscle nicely defined. His shaft was already rigid. Like the rest of him, it was stout and veiny.
Mary was purposely slow and sensual when she undressed Sir. Her hands danced over his skin as she took off each piece of clothing. Brie had seen himau naturelbefore, but she was still surprised by how strikingly handsome he was. Unlike Master Coen, he had a covering of brown hair on his chest, arms and legs. His muscles weren’t bulging like Master Coen’s, but they were well defined andfine. Brie glanced between his legs, admiring his handsome cock surrounded by dark hair. She felt incredibly possessive of that shaft and didn’t want Mary anywhere near it!
Sir murmured something, and Mary obediently got down on her knees. Brie wanted to close her eyes, but she resisted the urge and watched her nemesis go down on him, her stomach in knots. ShehatedMs. Clark for making her watch.
While Mary continued to suck Sir’s dick, Master Coen knelt behind her and began stimulating her clit with his hand. “Spread for me,” he ordered. She obediently opened her legs wider and he pushed his fingers inside, pumping her deeply.
Brie’s heart rate increased in both anger and desire. Why couldn’tshehave been the one up there? She felt a touch on her shoulder and knew it was Lea. Her friend understood, and knowing that helped Brie to check her building rage.
Both men disengaged from Mary at the same time. Master Coen moved over to the bed and lay on his back. “Sit on my dick, slave. We’re about to give you a ride.”
Mary let out an excited squeal and climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, letting his veiny shaft impale her swollen pussy. Meanwhile, Sir took the lubricant and liberally coated his cock with it. Brie wanted to scream when he approached Mary. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to look away.
