The Royal Bitch 9

Then Esme was sucking Wanda’s clit, tonguing her sex. Wanda moaned like all the air in her lungs wanted in, out, in, out, underscoring the rhythmic lapping of Esme’s tongue at her pussy.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?” Lorna asked. “What are you doing, sucking your own tit, you kinky bitch?”

Esme wouldn’t stop eating Wanda’s pussy to answer. Wanda, though, more than made up for her silence. She moaned continuously, her sex already on the edge of orgasm—she was being eaten out by a beautiful woman, her sister’s girlfriend, who was getting reamed by Lorna that very moment!

“Yes, yes! Hnnnh!” Wanda rasped, appreciative, panting for more breath to express herself as Esme feasted on her sex.

Lorna thought it was Esme she was hearing, the sound of her lover and slave ramping up on the way to orgasm. Believing she was primed to climax, she twisted her strap-on inside Esme’s once-tight asshole, giving some added friction to her fucking.

Lorna cackled in glee. “Come, bitch, come!”

Both Esme and Wanda heard, obeyed. The bed shook with their orgasmic squeals just as a portion of the moon emerged from behind its veiling cloud, a sliver of its light peeking down at the earth. And Lorna saw what Esme was doing, that Wanda was there below her, joining in on Lorna’s games in a way Lorna never could’ve imagined.

“Jesus! Jesus Christ!” Lorna blurted out, beyond startled. “Esme, you’re eating her pussy! My sister’s pussy!”

The cloud drew away from it in hurried fervor, lighting up the entire bedroom in silver.

“Why not?” Esme cooed back at her, looking over her shoulder. She shook her rump against Lorna’s strap-on. “After all the nasty, naughty things you’ve done to my sisters, look how nice I’m being to yours.”

“And she’s sooo good at it,” Wanda swooned. “Lorna, I came so hard… it’s heaven… I can tell she liked it too. She was so excited when you were fucking her, it was like you were fucking both of us. Making us both come, come so wonderfully for you…”

“Plus, she tastes nice,” Esme murmured. “Almost as good as yo—“

Lorna slapped Esme’s ass, shutting her up with the crisp sound of the impact. She paused as the slap echoed through the room. A crucial moment to think it over—all while she was being called to by Wanda’s naked body, her wet pussy, the dripping juices that ran from Esme’s sopping mouth. How was she supposed to think when she was confronted with all this? How was she supposed to deny what she wanted?

She was the Queen of Hellfire. She got what she wanted.

Lorna pinched the flesh of Esme’s ass between two fingers. “Eat her out. Make her come again. Hurry. I want to see it before the moonlight goes away.” She twisted her fingers, Esme crying out in pain, before Lorna let go. “Don’t let my sister down, Esme. Make her happy. It’s your duty, remember.” She beamed at her sister. “I may be dating Esme, but she’s not my girlfriend. She’s the Royal Bitch.”

Esme sighed, pleasured by hearing herself referred to by the title she loved so much, and she thrust her face back down between Wanda’s legs.

“Nnn! Nhh!” Wanda gasped, pumping her hips up to Esme’s hungry lips.

Esme pushed Wanda’s thighs back, positioning her so that her knees were almost touching her breasts. Now every glistening fold of Wanda’s sex was open to her. She slurped and sucked at the liquid heat of Wanda’s pussy. 

Wanda heard her doing it, felt the juices running out of her, too abundant for Esme to claim, slicking down her ass and being absorbed into a damp spot on the mattress. Her clit pulsed stingingly, feeling both immense pleasure and an even more intense need to be satisfied. Esme found it with her fingers, pinching the little bud lovingly while her tongue teased at Wanda’s slit.

Wanda jerked convulsively—the hotly throbbing feel of Esme’s tongue, her touch, welled up in Wanda’s pussy and then ran like melting butter into the rest of her body. “Ohhh, Esme, how are you doing this to me?”

“Esme is a very good bitch,” Lorna answered for her as Esme burrowed deeper into Wanda’s tasty pussy. “She lives to eat pussy and get fucked in the ass. Now that she can do both at once, I guess she’s a little excited.”

Wanda’s breathing quickened, her heaving lungs barely able to get her enough oxygen to keep up with the pleasure Esme was bringing to her. “But I’m—I’m—so messy—how can you stand it? It’s so wet! It’s getting everywhere!”

“Think of Esme as a girl who lives to clean up messes,” Lorna said. She’d taken her strap-on out of Esme’s ass but now, to reward her, she slapped its heft against Esme’s buttocks. “Isn’t that right, Esme?”

Esme was holding open Wanda’s labia with her fingers, stroking all along the hidden places with her tongue’s tip. “You taste just like Lorna, baby, just like her. But you’re not used to getting eaten out. It’s like I’m taking your virginity, Wanda. Showing you what your pussy can do when someone treats it right…”

She pursed her lips and gently kissed the inner flesh of Wanda’s sex. And kept kissing her, each movement of her lips pressing harder, reaching more and more of Wanda’s slick, pink cunt.

“Oh God, I’m out of breath!” Wanda moaned, her hips rocking as if beyond her control. “It, it itches—it’s on fire! I can’t stand it! I’m gonna burst!”

“Go ahead, sis,” Lorna growled. “Burst.”

“Ohhh!” Wanda grabbed Esme’s shimmering blonde hair and rolled her hips up to the girl’s face in trembling circles. She felt Esme’s tongue ravaging her sensitive flesh, teeth nipping at the most tender place in all her pleasure. “Ghh! Yes! Oh!”

“Do it, Wanda! Let yourself go!”

“Don’t stop, Esme, Lorna please, don’t let her stop! Oh Gaaawd, it feels so good! I’m gonna die!”

Again Esme split her attentions, running a finger up and down Wanda’s womanhood while her tongue lavished itself on Wanda’s clit. Wanda bucked, feeling tremendous shockwaves from Esme’s little flicking tongue and rubbing finger. Her sex was clenching with a rhythm all its own, but something was missing. For the first time, she was incomplete. Wanda had a great yearning to be completed!

“Hh! Fuck me! Sweet Christ, fuck me!” Wanda cried.

Lorna grabbed hold of her lubricated strap-on and stroked it like it was a living thing, like she had to hold it back. “I wish I could,” she muttered, watching as Esme sucked harder, pushing her finger gingerly inside Wanda’s cunt as if promising her the satisfaction she knew Lorna could deliver…

The flutters Wanda felt inside her became explosions shaking her entire body. Her skin tingled, her breaths came hot and fast, and her full lips hung open, too overcome by the majesty of what they felt to hold an expression. Her muscles jerked in lustful spasms, making her rock and twitch against Esme’s burning mouth.

“Ohh shit! Shit!”

“Like it?” Lorna teased, easily able to tell how much Esme liked it by her smacking lips and hums of pleasure at Wanda’s cunt.

“It feels so good it hurts! It fucking hurts so good! I’m—I’m—!” Wanda dug her heels into the bed, her slender hips swinging from left to right. Esme licked softer now, in the prelude to her climax—teasing the ecstasy out of Wanda, making her fight for more as she’d never dare do with Lorna. 

It surprised Lorna how Wanda, so much like her, could be so submissive as to allow Esme to have her way with her like this.

“Drink it, drink it!” Wanda cried. “Mmmmmm!”

Smashing her pussy to Esme’s lips, Wanda orgasmed. Her response to Esme’s ministrations got wetter and wetter, like she was giving Esme as much as it would take to satisfy her.

“God, I didn’t think anyone could squirt that much,” Lorna purred. “You’re spoiling her, sis. Letting her have every little drop she wants.”

Only that wasn’t quite it. Esme was demanding and Esme was taking. Wanda was giving to her, giving in. It made Lorna’s brow furrow. As she’d watched the two couple, fantasies had danced in her mind almost hard enough to take her attention off the spectacle. Thinking of the two of them, her and her sister, topping the Frosts together. 

Yet that didn’t seem to be in the cards. Esme—as splendid a submissive as Lorna had ever known—was actually topping Wanda by going down on her. It surely gave Lorna a lot to think about. But, not wanting to stop the party right now, she decided first things first: she would check on her inner judgment against Wanda. See if she was a dom or not. And either way, she would give Wanda a proper demonstration of how to treat the Royal Bitch.

Lorna took Esme by the hair and pulled her out from between Wanda’s thighs. For good measure, she gave her a kiss as hard as a slap, then shoved her down onto the mattress. 

“You’ve had your fill, baby girl,” she told her, but favored her with a taut smile to let her know she’d done well.

Esme puckered her stinging lips without protest, her eyes alight as always with Lorna’s aggression focused on her.

Lorna whirled around to straddle Wanda, blocking out the moonlight on her sister’s face with the jutting shadow of her strap-on. “Now it’s your turn, Wanda. Guess what it’s your turn to do?”

Wanda stared with wild eyes at the dildo she was faced with, fresh from fucking Esme in the ass.

“That’s right, sugar bean. You’re going to suck Esme’s ass right off this dick. Open up, sis.”

She canted her hips, thrusting her strap-on out to emphasize the command. Wanda’s chin obligingly dropped. Lorna descended down to Wanda’s face, her strap-on in hand. Its shaft plunged into her mouth. She gagged on its length, going deeper and deeper into her mouth, her gullet, but Lorna wouldn’t let up. 

Wanda’s lack of resistance, her obvious submissiveness, aroused Lorna fiercely. The woman was both her sister and another bitch to break in. The taboo combination pushed Lorna to the brink of climax, just the idea alone and the sight of Wanda’s familial lips wrapped around her cock.

“Can’t do it? Can’t suck?” Lorna asked in a rasp. “Don’t worry about it, Wanda. I’ve decided you don’t have to do anything after all. I’m just gonna fuck your mouth, sis. I’m gonna use your mouth like I just used Esme’s… bitch… ass…”

She reached down to take Wanda’s head in her hands, grinding that face that was like a mirror image of her own into the base of her dildo. Using her throat like any other hole, Lorna seemed determined to fuck Wanda’s face until she’d rubbed her throat raw with friction. 

But despite the brutal usage her inexperienced mouth was put to, Wanda didn’t gag. She sucked and gargled obediently, answering Lorna’s thrusts with hungry suction, like she could somehow pleasure the inanimate material that her sister was stuffing her gullet with.

Esme leaned over Lorna’s back, kissing the sweat from her shoulder. “What should I do, my queen?” she asked, happy to have this intriguing new perspective on how her own subjugation looked. She hoped that when it was her taking cock, the sight was as attractive to Lorna as this one was to her.

“Why don’t you help Wanda?” Lorna suggested. “See if there’s any of my prick she can’t manage to take.”

Esme smiled and looked over the arrangement of Lorna and Wanda’s bodies. It definitely didn’t look like Wanda was leaving any of the strap-on left over—even her mouth seemed to be naturally submissive. Wanda remained flat on her back with Lorna kneeling on top of her face. That presented some interesting possibilities.

Esme slid down the bed, mounting Wanda’s body at her ankles, then crawling up her anatomy. She sniffed at Wanda’s pussy, still fond of the taste, but why take an imitation Dane when she could have the real thing? 

She ran her face over Wanda’s tummy, her breasts, all the way up to her collarbone, where Lorna’s pert ass dominated the conversation, so to speak. Esme wondered if Wanda thought she was about to get doubly fucked; pleasured by Esme while Lorna enjoyed mastering her face. 

Instead of that, Esme licked the valley between Lorna’s perfect buttocks—pushing her tongue into Lorna’s asshole as if to meet Wanda’s mouth at the other end of the green-haired mutant’s body. 

“Oh fuck!” Lorna cried, feeling Esme fucking her tongue into her asshole while Wanda bobbed her head steadily on the strap-on. The two of them seemed totally without inhibitions, ready to do whatever their mistress wanted. “Goddamn, Esme, I think you have some competition! This bitch is every bit the bitch that you are! I think I’ll fall in love with her if you don’t make me come soon!” 

Esme moaned and drove her tongue harder, deeper into Lorna’s ass—determined to remain the one and only Royal Bitch.