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“Mmmm,” Liv purred. “You have great tits, Peyton. I’m so glad you’re being a good girl and showing them to me.”

“Stop calling me that!” Peyton whined, protesting the fire creeping up from her pussy as much as what Liv was saying, doing. She felt dizzy. She kept thinking about other times she’d gone this far with a guy—never a girl.

It hadn’t ever been this intense before. Did that mean she was a lesbian? God, was Liv a lesbian? What if this happened and it was wonderful and Liv stopped as soon as the brain was all gone? How could Peyton live with herself if the love of her life turned out to be some dead guy’s half-ghost running around in Liv’s body?

“Hey,” Liv said intently, her cool hand sliding against Peyton’s cheek. “Stay with me now. You’re my good girl, remember? You’re not allowed to worry right now. Mistress Liv has taken care of everything and everything’s going to be all right.”

“Jesus,” Peyton breathed. That really got to her. Mistress Liv…

Liv’s hands slid around Peyton’s sides and easily unhooked her bra. It surprised Peyton—most of her lovers couldn’t do that—but of course, Liv was used to unlocking bras. She pulled it off Peyton’s shoulders and looked down at her. Her eyes were almost glazed with lust.

“You have such incredible breasts,” Liv said softly. “I’m seriously going to start playing with these all the time. Even if we’re just watching TV, you can bet I’ll be copping a feel of these babies…”

Peyton flushed. She would never have imagined Liv saying such things… never have imagined hearing them without being mortified. But she wasn’t ashamed in the least. Instead she arched her back, thrusting them up so Liv could have a better view.

“Here you are, Mistress Liv,” she cooed, trying to be ironic about it, like this was so ridiculous, so silly, that if she played along with it Liv would have to laugh and stop torturing her with all these… possibilities.

“Good girl,” Liv said again, and Peyton was mortified now—mortified by how much she liked those words.

Liv dropped her face into the valley between Peyton’s soft white breasts. She kissed away at the tender flesh.

“Mmmph!” Peyton gasped, not able to believe how good it felt any more than she could buy what was happening to her.

Those lips were perfectly experienced, delighting her in a way that she was instantly addicted to. Peyton craved more, even if she wasn’t sure whether she could take what she was getting. She was hot all over. Instinctively she pressed her throbbing thighs together.

Liv’s tongue traveled up the gentle slope of one breast and stopped at her tingling nipple. Peyton could only kick her feet as the tongue swished gently at her sensitive bud.

“Please!” Peyton keened.

“Please what?” Liv asked. “Does my good girl want her big tit to belong to Mistress Liv?”

“Yes!” Peyton cried. It was too good, too much, she couldn’t think, she only wanted more and she knew doing as Mistress Liv said would get her more, would prove she was a good girl. “Yes, please—please claim my big tit!”

Liv opened her lips and accepted the brown nipple into my mouth. She devoured as much as Peyton’s supple flesh as could fit in her mouth. Peyton tried to press more inside. She moaned loudly, easily loud enough for those in neighboring apartments to hear, but she didn’t care about that. No one could be more shocked by this than she was.

“Oh God!” Peyton gasped. “Your tongue… oh shit! I didn’t know it could feel this good!”

“Poor baby,” Liv cooed, kissing gently on the exquisite sensitivity of her areola. She wasn’t overloading Peyton with sensations, but the way she made her crave another touch, even as she was being caressed, was just as bad. “You’ve gone so long without letting yourself be rewarded that you just don’t know what to do with yourself, do ya? Peyton will have to be a very good girl to take all Mistress Liv is going to do to her…”

She went back to suckling her nipple, but her hands tugged up Peyton’s skirt. She got it up around her waist, baring her long, tanned legs. Her black panties. Liv laid her hand down on the crotch of Peyton’s panties and Peyton felt the keen absence of an orgasm. She knew Liv could make her come. She knew she needed to come. But Liv wasn’t getting her off and it was driving her mad.

“Does my good girl want to stop?” Liv laughed. “Is this too much for you? Maybe it’d be better if I didn’t make you come and come and come.”

“No! No! I wanna come, Mistress, please, I’m your good girl—”

“Good girls deserve to come,” Liv purred, beginning to stroke her groin through her panties.

“Good girls deserve to—I’m a good girl, I’m such a good girl!”

Peyton had never even dreamed of the exquisite sensations that shot through her now. She closed her quivering thighs around Liv’s hand and pressed herself into that wonderful friction that turned the gusset of her own panties into a sex toy.

“I’m going to give you all the orgasms you ever missed out on,” Liv sighed in her ear. “You’re going to come until you’ve squirted all over yourself and then you’re going to come some more. Mistress Liv’s girl doesn’t ever go unsatisfied.”

Liv teased Peyton’s nipples with her tongue. It made her even hotter. Her hips swayed harder, desperate for the release that Peyton’s hand offered.

Then Liv stopped. She stood up. Peyton groaned as her body returned to being untouched.

Liv had been right about her. She was a good girl. She deserved to come. It was only now, so close and yet so totally denied, that Peyton realized she couldn’t go back to the deprived chastity she’d been living under. She needed sex. She needed all that Liv could give her.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to come,” Liv assured her. “But not like that. Not an orgasm you’d get off some lousy vibrator. I’m going to make you come your fucking brains out, just like you deserve.”

Liv was stripping. Peyton went red when Liv dropped her trousers to show the bulge in her panties. She couldn’t look away. It was a strap-on and it was huge, hard and seemingly throbbing, long enough to make Peyton do a double take. She felt a thrill of fear again, only she wasn’t afraid.

“Don’t be afraid,” Liv told her. “This is especially for good girls. I wouldn’t dream of giving you anything less. God, I can see you getting wet, I can smell it. Look at it, baby, look at my cock. You can’t imagine how much you’re going to come on this thing…”

Peyton did as she was told. She fixed her gaze on the huge length of cock, thick and black, looking absolutely impossible strapped to Liv’s slim white hips.

“Jesus, you’re really going to fuck me with all that, aren’t you?”

Liv knelt down beside her again. She took Peyton’s hand, spat in it, and placed it on her strap-on.

“Jerk me off,” she told her. “Get it nice and wet. I don’t wanna hurt you when it goes in, sweet Peyton. I just want to ruin you for everyone else’s pricks.”

The dildo felt hot in her trembling fingers, Peyton followed the length of the strap-on. Cautiously she enclosed the head in her hand, then ran her grip back down the shaft. It wasn’t even real—not at all like the very real, very fleshy penises she’d encountered over the years. But none of them she’d known would be going inside her, to the depths of her, the way she was certain this one would be. Because Liv had told her it would be so.

“Lick it,” Liv said. “Mistress likes being licked, even on her big fake prick.”

Peyton couldn’t. Oh no, there was no way she could do something so disgusting. And yet she was brushing her dark hair back, lowering her head to the shiny cockhead. She didn’t know why. She just did it.

“That’s my good girl,” Liv groaned when Peyton’s lips touched the end of her strap-on.

Peyton found she was getting excited.

“It goes into your mouth now,” Liv said. “Good girls suck cocks that belong to their mistresses.”

She opened her mouth and took that impressive dildo between her lips. Peyton had given blowjobs before, but there’d always been the thought lurking beneath the surface that if she wanted to, she could sink her teeth in and totally wreck whoever she was sucking off. Not that she would, not that she wanted to or had any reason to, but the power was hers no matter how much the guy enjoyed it.

Now, though, her teeth couldn’t do jack to the hard hunk of silicone Liv had invaded her mouth with. She was completely conquered. There was no power over her that Liv did not possess.