Free Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans Page B

closer,” Blaine grunted, reaching for her hair again. He twisted her locks slightly and she yelped, moving within the span of his spread thighs. He took his hand away from his cock, and caught her gaze, his lips quirking.
    “What are you waiting for? Get that cock back in your mouth!”
    Erica cringed at how loud Kathryn’s voice seemed even against the dull background roar of the surf. She engulfed the hot flesh once more, driving downward until she gagged, pulling back then driving again.
    “Remember just relax your throat, extend your tongue and concentrate.” Kathryn’s voice softened, her hands taking up both of Erica’s breasts again. She truly felt like a slave girl as she worked Sir’s cock with her swollen lips, her Mistress’ hands squeezing her vulnerable breasts. Erica was finally able to calm her gagging, pressing forward once more until Blaine’s pubic hair tickled her nose, his scent making her pussy spasm. She longed to do this somewhere private, somewhere quiet, where she could serve them both. There was something else though, an added frisson of excitement at the tinge of degradation she felt as they forced her to do this in public. Erica wasn’t sure she knew how to process why the thought of her degradation made her pussy wet. But it did.
    “Finish him off, Erica.” Kathryn’s hands patted Erica’s breasts, then let them drop. The muscles of Erica’s shoulders burned, but she knew better than to drop the shirt until they'd given her leave to do so. She bobbed her head faster, her lips growing numb as she sucked ever harder on Blaine’s cock. Kathryn pulled the blanket fully over Erica’s head once more, her world returning to only darkness and servicing Sir’s hard shaft with her mouth.
    She jerked as two big bangs sounded off to her left, the wind carrying a smattering of distant laughter. Sir’s big hand pressed down on her head, and she took him as deep as she could once more. He held her down for several seconds, and she began to squirm as her supply of air dwindled.
    Finally, he let her up, and she gasped, sucking in a lungful of fresh, sweet air. She was lucky really, for when they were alone, he took great delight in forcing her to deep throat him repeatedly, scolding her if she gagged too often.
    Something bounced against her ass, and she froze, terrified.
    A… beach ball?
    “Sorry, Mister,” a young voice said.
    Blaine’s body jerked as he leaned forward to grab the ball and throw it back. “No worries, bud.”
    Kathryn chuckled, her foot stroking the curve of Erica’s hip. “Good girl. Don’t worry, he had no idea.”
    Erica’s heart began beating again, and the insistent throb of Blaine’s cock brought her back to the task. She dropped her shirt, despite the high likelihood they'd punish her for it, needing to finish him before her lips and tongue completely gave out. After all, she still had to service her Mistress as well. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it if Sir didn’t come soon. She grasped the base of his thick cock, and gently squeezed the heavy sac of his scrotum. He groaned, his hand rubbing light circles atop the blanket over her head.
    “Christ, she’s good.”
    Erica felt the chairs shift as Kathryn leaned over. She heard the couple kiss, and felt a sharp pang of loneliness, as if for that brief moment, they'd left her out in the cold.
    “Glad you like her, honey.” Kathryn said. “But you’re hogging her talents all to herself. My cunt is soaked. It needs some attention too.”
    Blaine looked down at Erica again, a hard glint in his eye. “Finish me, girl.”
    She bent forward to take him in once more, but his hand hauled her up short, yanking cruelly on a fistful of her hair. “No, just your hands.”
    The pull at her scalp made her wince, his grip steady, merciless. She took his cock in her hands, pumping it briskly, the wetness of her saliva and his precome easing the way. Erica loved watching the head of his penis congest as she