Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Eat her ass,” Sven commanded Camille, his voice harsh and brooking no argument. “Show Monsieur Beaumont how eager you are to please.”
I couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped my lips as Camille’s tongue tentatively probed the wrinkled button of my anus. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—shameful and dirty, yet sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Tears streamed down my face as I battled the conflicting emotions of humiliation and arousal.
Camille’s tongue became bolder, circling my puckered hole before pressing inside. I cried out, my hips jerking involuntarily. The feeling was so intense, so taboo, that it made my head spin.
“That’s it,” Sven encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “Lick her cute little asshole like the whore you are.”
I felt Camille whimper against me, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensations. Her tongue delved deeper, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. My body betrayed me, responding eagerly to the forbidden pleasure despite my mind’s protests.
Suddenly, Sven was on the other side of us. His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “Your turn,” he growled. “Show me how well you can eat your friend’s ass.”
My stomach flipped as Sven pushed my face against Camille’s backside. The musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, mingling with the clean smell of her well-washed anus. I hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act I was being forced to perform, thinking about the cleansing Mor Astrid had taught us in what seemed to me now the warm haven of the bathing chamber.
A sharp slap to my tender bottom spurred me into action. Tentatively, I extended my tongue, running it over Camille’s puckered hole. The taste was strange—still freshly washed, but also undeniably, indefinably, terribly naughty. I heard Camille gasp, felt her body tense against mine.
“Deeper,” Sven commanded. “I want to see your tongue disappear inside her ass.”
Shame burned through me, but I obeyed. I pressed my tongue more firmly against Camille’s opening, feeling it give way as I pushed inside. Camille moaned loudly, the sound muffled against my own flesh as she continued to lavish attention on my most private areas.
The dual sensations of penetrating Camille with my tongue while her tongue explored my own anus were overwhelming. My pussy clenched and throbbed, desperate for attention. I could feel my arousal coating my thighs, evidence of my body’s betrayal.
“Look at how wet they’re getting,” Sven said to the camera. “These are two eager little sluts you have here, Monsieur.”
As if in silent agreement to get it over with, Camille and I moved closer to each other, then, our bodies pressed firmly together in spite of the awkward position. I tried to focus solely on the task at hand, to lose myself in the act of pleasuring Camille and forget about the camera, about Sven and Erik watching us, about the larger implications of what we were doing.
I ran my tongue along the length of Camille’s slit, tasting the tang of her arousal. Her hips bucked against my face, and I felt her moan vibrate against my own sex as she redoubled her efforts. The dual sensations of giving and receiving pleasure were overwhelming, making my head spin and my body tremble.
Camille’s tongue found my clit, circling it with exquisite pressure. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Not to be outdone, I sealed my lips around her swollen bud, sucking gently as I flicked my tongue across it. Camille’s thighs tensed around my head, her breath coming in short, sharp pants against my pussy.
I lost myself in the rhythm of it all—the slide of my tongue against Camille’s slick folds, the pressure of her mouth on my most sensitive areas, the building tension in my core. The shame and fear that had consumed me moments ago faded into the background, replaced by a desperate need for release.
Camille came first, her body going rigid against mine as she cried out. The vibrations of her moan sent shockwaves through my pussy, pushing me over the edge as well. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, making me shake and whimper against Camille’s sex.
But we couldn’t stop. Sven had ordered three orgasms each, and I knew the consequences of disobedience would be severe. So even as the aftershocks of my climax still rippled through me, I resumed my shameful ministrations to Camille’s pussy.
Our second orgasms came quickly, our bodies still hypersensitive from the first round. I felt Camille’s inner walls flutter against my tongue as she came again, her juices flooding my mouth. Almost simultaneously, her clever tongue brought me to another peak, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
By the time we approached our third orgasms, every nerve in my body felt like a live wire. Each touch, each lick, each gentle suck sent jolts of almost painful pleasure through me. I was dimly aware that I was making high, keening noises, but I couldn’t seem to stop.