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The Royal Bitch update
🕑 Added 2020-02-15 22:00:00 +0000 UTCAll Esme could think about was how odd it was that she was in a bathroom, bent over the sink, having Lorna push a strap-on into her asshole. She didnât know what she would do if anyone ever found out. Sophie and Phoebe no doubt knew, and they would die if anyone found out, which was funny as hell and a little thrilling. The taboo nature of the act made it incredibly erotic.
No, it didnât. That was all Lorna. Nothing could be more exciting than Lorna.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â Lorna breathed, a little worried. âWant some cold cream?â
âForget it,â Esme replied. âJust ram it into me!â
âItâll hurt,â Lorna warned.
âSo? Itâs my ass. I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt as much as I love you.â
âShit, baby, you donât have to do anything like thatââ
âI. Want. To,â Esme insisted. âMake me suffer, Lorna. Show my sisters how much of a whore Iâll be for you. Thatâs love.â
âOkay, doll, you asked for it,â Lorna said, pressing her lips together in a thin line. Despite herself, she was impressed with the punishment Esme was asking to receive. She knew Esme could take it.
She gripped her strap-on, holding it like a threatening weapon at the entrance to Esmeâs waiting rectum. There she hesitated, giving Esme one last chance to back out. But Esmeâs anticipation only grew.
âFuck me! Fuck me now!â
Lorna threw herself against Esme. Her dildo dove into Esmeâs anusâthe Frost girl trembled as it truly possessed her, as she once more proved to be Lornaâs and Lorna once more proved to be her master.
âDeeper! Deeper!â she cried. âDonât just cock meâdo me like a bitch in heat!â
And Lorna decided that Esme was little more than that, hilting herself in Esmeâs ass with a savage fury at the tiniest thought that Esme was anyone elseâs.
Esme screamed. Like any good Frost, sheâd gotten what she wanted. Even if it killed her, or felt like it. âAhhhh! Hurts so much! Itâs all for you, Lorna! Itâs because my ass is yours! Iâm all yours!â
It raised the hairs on the back of Lornaâs neck, but the deafening cry wasnât for her benefit so much as it was for those not even in the room. And just in case her sisters hadnât heard, Esme allowed herself to âunintentionallyâ broadcast her thoughts, letting the psychic link between the Stepford Cuckoos do the rest.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me to death!
***
Sophie arched her hips, moaning in a sudden crash of pleasure, her belly on fire. EsmeâEsme was doing somethingâsomething naughty. She could feel it filling her thoughts, sensation snaking into her pussy, no, into her ass, hardness, motion, friction, just like a cock!
âEsme, you slut,â she muttered, her unvoiced thoughts running together with what she spoke like there was no difference between what she was thinking out loud and what she was sending to Esme. âYou damn slutâŚâ Youâre a Frost and youâre bending over for some GIRL, letting her have your ass, letting her dom you, oh, you BITCH. âYou werenât supposed to let her fuck you in the ass, Esme, Jesus, you whore. What kind of seductress are you? Are you enjoying this?â
She felt a sense of ineffable smugness returning through their psychic link. Are you? You could block me out if you wanted to. Instead, youâre getting off on it. But donât worry, sis. Even though Lorna only loves me, Iâm sure sheâd fuck you too. Imagine thatâall three of us lined up and bent over to get Lornaâs strap up the assâŚ
âAh!â Sophie gasped aloud. âOhâhah!â This doesnât prove anything, she thought desperately, even as she was forced to admit that her pussy was wet, spasming. She reached down to play with it, as though it were Esmeâs aroused cunt she was giving pleasure to. Then she lost herself in the fantasy, imagining the fingers stroking inside her were Lornaâs.
They felt so good when she pretended they were LornaâsâŚ
***
Esme hugged the sink, embraced it like her dearest friend as Lorna pushed the thickest, longest dildo in the world up her ass. She shuddered, letting out one sharp little gasp after another, practically having a seizure as Lorna forced the full length of the strap-on inside of her.
âGod, I thought you were perfect before, baby, but now look at you with a cock up your ass. Itâs incredible, Esme. Youâre a fucking goddess. I love you and I know it hurts, but you were right. Only someone as amazing as you could take this. Only someone who loves me as much as you do. Iâm gonna make you come, sweet girl. Youâre gonna come because the queen says her royal bitch deserves a reward.â
Digging her nails into Esmeâs robust hips, those womanly Frost curves, Lorna slowly stroked her dildo through Esmeâs wetly sucking asshole. It was only gradually that she started pumping faster, her groin tapping steadily against Esmeâs firm ass, like a Newtonâs Cradle with one ball plucked, going slow and stately while Esme let out the hoarse groans of a whore being broken in.
Esme wiggled against the sink, the backs of her thighs tensing rhythmically as she struggled to accept Lornaâs prick. The faster Lorna fucked her, the more dick it felt like she hadâthe hotter the frictionâthe greater the pain. But greater pleasure too. More and more proof that Esme was the royal bitch.
Lorna could have any woman she wanted but Esme was the only one she needed. Not even Sophie and Phoebe met her standards, but Esme did. The only Stepford Cuckoo who didâŚ
âOh! Oh! Push it in deeper!â Esme quaked. The feel of Lornaâs strap-on pistoning between her buttocks was driving her mad. She could take pain and she could take pleasure, but there was so much submission in accepting a cock up her ass. âHarder, fuck my ass harder! I want to remember your strap in my little asshole forever! Uhh! Unnh! Itâs so fucking tight! Youâre not done until my ass is ruined! Leave me gaping open, Esme! I want you to see how much I love you every time you look at my broken asshole! Ohh!â
It was like she was fucking the sink, making love to it far more than she was Lorna, because there was nothing to do with Lorna, just accept the rutting thrusts that Lorna made into her ass, take the constant reminder that she was Lornaâs bitch and she loved being Lornaâs bitch.
Esme put a leg up on the sink, opening her thighs wider. She could do a little with the fuck Lorna was throwing into her. She could work her ass back against Lornaâs strokes, up and down and back and forth, corkscrewing herself into her own sodomy, her own debauched submission. The stabbing jolts of Lornaâs hard strap-on went even deeper into Esmeâs pulsating anusâobscene sucking noises as it slurped back out.
âYouâre gonna feel how much I love you every time you sit down,â Lorna promised so hard it was nearly a threat. âFrom now on, you donât get to go one minute without knowing youâre my bitch.â
Lorna bent over Esme, almost mounting her, chin pressing down into her shoulder. She slammed her dildo into her, deeper with every devouring stroke, the bulbous head of it jabbing into Esmeâs quivering bowels until she moaned with need for even more than what she was getting.
âIâll come!â Esme panted breathlessly, perfect face not so perfect but even more beautiful with sweat all over it. âYour cockâs going so deepâpulling my asshole wide openâharder! Keep fucking my ass! Uhh! Gh! Shit! Jam that dick up my ass as hard as you can! Nhhh!â
Lorna slid her hands under Esmeâs jiggling hips, going right to her groinâfingers touching, slipping inside her wet cunt. Esme groaned, quivering even more, pounding herself wildly against the sink until it was ripping at its moldings, Lorna playing her fingers into her snatch.
Esmeâs eyes rolled back in her head, her forehead butting against the mirror over the sink, breath fogging up her faceâs reflection as Lorna rutted into her ass and fingered her juicy sex. She could feel Lornaâs thumbs both touching her sensitive clit, fingertips stimulating every nerve in her dripping pussy.
Esmeâs breath caught in her throat, the fog drying up on the mirror to show her cock-drunk face, but she didnât care what a slut she looked like. All that mattered was the dildo buried in her asshole and the fingers making her pussy have a meltdown.
âHail to the queen,â Lorna purred as she watched Esmeâs spine stiffen in climax. It brought her a momentâs respite. Then she made Esme her ass-fucked bitch again.
***
Phoebe squeezed her buttocks together frantically. No matter how hard she reminded herself that it was Esme getting sodomized and not her, her asshole still burned and throbbed with desire. She wanted to block out Esmeâs âsharingâ, but she also wanted a hard cock plowing into her ass. God, Esme was coming so hardâŚ
She just wanted to get alone andânot enjoy, butâexperience what Esme was sending her. Esme had force-fed her this, but Phoebe liked the taste. Esme would be unbearable about that, but fuck it, it was worth it.
She needed to come so bad. The echoes of Esmeâs pleasure whetted her appetite too much not to have the real thing, her own pussy spasming and clenching the way Esmeâs was.
Then Phoebe heard the moans, desperate, choking. They were coming from Sophieâs bedroom. Phoebe went there, not thinking for one moment that Sophieâs privacy could outweigh her curiosity. She peeked inside.
She froze.
Sophie was naked on the bed, her legs spread, two fingers swallowed whole by the folds of her pussy, her hips in constant motion as she fucked herself.
Then she heard her sister mutter, âFuck her, Lorna, fuck that little tart. She likes being a whore so much⌠make her an even bigger one⌠fuck her wide open with that cock she begged for so hardâŚâ
Phoebe almost choked on her disbelief. So it wasnât just EsmeâSophie was a pervert too! After all, if it was perverse to get off on submitting to Lornaâs anal depravity, how could it be any less perverse to watch, even feel? But⌠if both her sisters were whores then⌠when in RomeâŚ?
Her excited cunt broadcast the answer through her entire body: YES!
Phoebe quickly stripped, going into the room in only her panties. They clung to her soaked crotch, becoming just as wet themselves.
âOur Esme is a dirty girl, isnât she?â Phoebe purred, nearing Sophie.
Sophieâs eyes popped open, startled by the sight of her sister all but naked, lowering the waistband of her panties so that her womanhood showed above the elastic top.
âPhoebe!â Sophie gasped. âWhat are you doing here?â
âThe same thing you are, it looks like.â
With her panties halfway down her pussy lips, her escaped arousal glistening on the insides of her thighs, Phoebe pulled the fabric from side to side on her slit. She could smell the piquant scent of her own sex and saw that Sophieâs nostrils were flaring too.
âD-donât tease!â Sophie stammered.
âIf I were teasing, Iâd pretend that one of us is more turned on than the other by what a bad girl Esme is being, but it hardly matters. Sheâs got us so wet that weâre both actually considering letting that green-haired peasant fuck us in the ass. But before we resort to that, letâs just enjoy the show.â
âBut itâs so naughty,â Sophie gulped.
âYes. But at least neither of us will be the dirtiest one. After all, Esme started it.â
âYesâŚâ Sophie agreed reluctantly, but with a growing nod. âYes, sheâs the slut. Weâre justââ
âHer sisters,â Phoebe cut in. âSheâs corrupted us.â
âMade us dirty girls.â
âLike her.â
âSuch a bad influence.â
âMother would never approve.â
âOr maybe she would.â
âDepends on how hard we come.â
âItâs peer pressure.â
âYes, peer pressure.â
âWe have toâŚâ
âYes, we have to.â
âItâll feel so good.â
âItâll feel so good.â
Phoebe finally peeled her sopping-wet panties all the way down, leaving herself stark naked just like her twin. Esme was the odd one out now. She was still half-dressed as Lorna fucked her in the ass.
***
âThey want you to fuck them so bad,â Esme moaned, pounding her fist into the mirror until Lorna worried it would breakânot enough to slow down, though. âThey donât even like being your anal slut the way I do⌠they just want to feel something as good as your cock in their assâŚâ
Lips drawn back in a rictus enjoyment of her own dominance, Lorna drove every solid inch of her strap-on into Esmeâs throbbing asshole. The building intensity and the sheer savagery of her constant thrusts made Esme gasp.
The harness that held Lornaâs strap-on slapped against Esmeâs splayed asscheeks; the domed tip of the dildo pushed into Esmeâs bowels. There was no doubt about her being Lornaâs bitch. Lornaâs dildo reamed her out and filled her asshole to the very limit.
âFinger my clit!â Esme groaned, her voice trembling with passion. âPlay with my pussy and get me off the way only you can, mistress! And keep fucking my ass! Ohhh! Iâm going to come again so soon! Uhhh! I just squirted and youâre gonna make me do it again! Oh! Ah! Put your cock so deep in my ass that itâll never be the same! Fuck my little asshole up into my guts! YES!â
Lorna stroked her fingers along Esmeâs pulsing sex, sliding her fingertips along her clenched folds to explore all the tightened wetness inside her. She fingered Esme with such a skilled rhythm that Esme couldnât help but be overpowered by the tremors racing through her womanhood, her juices brimming over from her slit and drenching the blonde hair of her cunt.
In the bedroom, she was nothing more than a sex slave to Lorna, and she was still higher than her sisters. They could only dream of being her.
***
Phoebe got on the bed, spreading her legs so they formed a perfectly appropriate diamond shape with Sophieâs equally open legs. They looked straight at each other, drinking in their mirrored identicalness. It only made sense that when they looked so alike, getting fucked like Esme was would make them feel just as good.
And like a reflection, they each reached down to open up their pussy lips. Matching drops of arousal trickled out of them, running down between their buttocks. The sisters thumbed their clitorises, rolled their hips with growing need. Admitting that Esmeâs submission had turned them on ended up opening a floodgate for both of them.
âOoooh,â they moaned in a shared voice, watching one another to see as well as feel their own passion.
Theyâd never approached climax so quickly, or so closely together. They kept going, massaging ecstasy out of their erect clits, adding the rhythmic swirls of their fingers inside their wet pussies. Phoebe watched Sophieâs pert ass rise in the air, knowing her own body was doing the same thing. They held their clits down to the pelvic bone with the heels of their hands. Both cunts felt three stroking fingers inside them.
âItâs happening!â they cried, again in unison. Sophie held onto her climax for as long as Phoebe came and Phoebe did the same.
Then their bodies couldnât take the strain anymore. They relaxed, sinking back to the bedspread, while knowing that Esme was still coming, still being fucked. They tried to ignore herâreaching out to each otherâtasting the wet fingers that had masturbated themselves to orgasm.
âWe shouldnât be so selfish,â Phoebe said. âInstead of getting ourselves off, we should be thinking of others.â
Sophie giggled like the schoolgirl she often playacted. âAll I can think about is that I can eat someone elseâs pussy, but not my own.â
Phoebeâs grin was that of an eager volunteer. âI canât eat my own pussy either.â
âEsmeâs missing out, spending time with that stupid skank.â
âSheâs going to be so jealous.â
âWe wonât let her play at all.â
âNo, we wonât.â
***
Growling with hunger, desperate need that Esme had never known she could produce in such a strong, confident woman, Lorna picked the blonde up and bodily carried her to the toilet, where she sat down on the closed lid with Esme held in her lap.
âFuck yourself on my prick,â she told her. âShow them all why youâre the royal bitch. Your sisters must want to know why you worship my cock.â
With those words ringing orgasmically in her ears, Esme was quick to obey. She twisted her hips to the right as she lifted her ass up, then to the left as she sank back down on the impaling dildo. She was utterly defiling herself with the strap-on, taking both of their breaths away.
âFuck, that thingâs nothing but silicone and youâre still making me want to come,â Lorna rasped.
âJust as long as I go first,â Esme huffed. âThe royal bitch gets to come as much as she wants, so long as sheâs a good little cock holster.â
âYeah, yeah, come!â Lorna urged her. âCome so hard you break this fucking dildo. Iâll just get a bigger one.â
âSuck my titsâsuck my tits and Iâll come for you. And Iâll finger my clit and your cock will fuck me in the ass and Iâll just fucking be fucked to death for you!â
Lorna grinned, only too happy to cooperate in that plan. She squeezed Esmeâs pert breasts together with both hands, letting her lick both of Esmeâs nipples at once. Despite her enthusiasm, below she moved her hips so as only to gently pitch Esmeâs ass up and down on her strap. She knew it wouldnât take much to make Esme come and she didnât want to overwhelm her. Her bitch came because her mistress wanted her to, not because of what some dumb inanimate object was doing in her ass.
And, knowing Lorna wanted her to come, Esme dropped her hand between her legs. She opened up the hood of her clit, letting out the rigid little button, and then she pinched it gently, trapping her hot blood inside the engorged pearl. It felt like it was simmering.
âOh shit! Fucking shit!â she cooed. âIâm going toâIâm really going to!â
She came harder than sheâd ever thought possible, abandoning even the memory of sophistication to become nothing more than a wild woman. Lornaâs wild woman. Leaving Lorna with her mouth on just one nipple, Esme lifted her other breast up in her free hand and bit down on her own nipple. Her other hand fingered her pussy and thumbed her clit and she couldnât stop coming, couldnât stop being Lornaâs bitch, couldnât stop at all and she didnât want to. She knew Lorna didnât want her to stop either.
âYouâll always be my favorite,â Lorna said, simply sitting back and letting Esme be the bitch that she was.
***
âOhhh, Phoebe!â Sophie groaned, her breasts bounding heavily on her chest as they sixty-nined. âYes, itâs good, so good, I love it! Yes, lick my asshole, stick your tongue in, oh God, God!â
Reaching down, she spread her buttocks, making her puckered sphincter wink open. Phoebe forced her tongue inside that wrinkled grommet, inside of her sisterâs rectum. Her own plump ass was approaching Sophieâs face. For a moment, Sophie wasnât sure sheâd be able to do it. Even if Phoebe was doing it to her, doing it to her seemed soâsubmissive.
She wasnât given a choice, though. Phoebeâs cunt came down on her face, rubbing at Sophieâs lips and nose, smearing her hot juices all over Sophieâs features.
âMphh!â Sophie moaned. âMmmm!â
Phoebe pulled her tongue away from Sophieâs anus, replacing it with a stiffened middle finger. She eased it slowly into the humid softness she had just been licking; Sophie sighed and shuddered as she was sodomized. A faint echo of what Esme had felt, but so much realer than secondhand psychic experiences.
Sophie sucked at her clit. Phoebe lost herself in being fucked. She was dimly aware of her sisterâs tongue parting her slit. She gasped and moaned into Sophieâs cunt, sliding her finger in and out of that exquisitely tight asshole. Forcing her eyes openâgiving into the pleasure was too much like submittingâSophie saw Phoebeâs asshole above her, marked with the wetness that had dripped down from her cunt.
Somehow, just letting Phoebe eat her out seemed submissive, like her sister was dominating her with pleasure. Sophie licked Phoebeâs arousal from her wrinkled sphincter. Phoebe keened and almost recoiled from the wicked contact, but then lowered her ass back to Sophie, wordlessly asking for more.
Sophie stroked the pucker of Phoebeâs asshole with the tip of her tongue, thoroughly lubricating it before she pushed her tongue inside. Now both women were coming, gasping and groaning into each otherâs receptive bodies. Again and again they fingered each other to orgasm, tongued each other to orgasm, the fire in their individual cunts seeming to spread until both women were in flames. Their entire world was soft, slippery tongues and wonderfully hard fingers.
Finally, exhausted by countless orgasms, they lay together in a blissfully sweaty afterglow, with no idea how theyâd ended up side by side. They panted into each otherâs faces, wrapped in each otherâs arms, smiling and purring contentedly. Whichever one of them was the bitch, she had been thoroughly knotted.
Then they heard Esmeâs psychic voice. Their sister sounded almost amused with the satisfaction she felt coming off of them. âYou know, Lorna said sheâd ass-fuck you too. All you have to do is line your pretty asses up beside mine and wait for your turn.â
They didnât bother to dress before they ran out of the room. If anyone saw them, they could always wipe their memories.
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Shendude
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