Free HerCreed-ARE-epub by JenniferKacey

lacing it up to right below her knee. She grabbed the next, again leaving a hand on her other bare leg. It was sexy. Indulgent.
    KC stepped up onto the first heel, allowing her slave to guide her other foot into the second of her strappy shoes.
    “Very sexy, Miss,” Meghan told her in a hushed tone.
    “Agreed,” KC told her while looking right at her. “Very, very sexy. Now grab the strap-on. I’m so ready to fuck an asshole.”
    Meghan smiled, turning to grab the strap-on from where it had fallen on the mat. Her hand this time rode high on KC’s thigh, her fingernails digging into her skin just a bit. For leverage or from arousal, KC didn’t know. So hot.
    Dragging her fingers across her skin, Meghan finally had to let her go to unbuckle one of the side straps on the harness.
    “Meghan?”
    “Yes, Miss?”
    “You see the two smaller dildos in the middle of the harness?”
    “Ye-s-s-s, Miss.”
    “Get them good and wet before you put them inside me. I like the idea of coming on your spit when I fuck her.” KC nodded in the general direction of the loser she was about to take, but didn’t spare her even a glance. Which she was glad for, or she would have missed the rosy color filling Meghan’s cheeks at her instruction.
    Meghan unbuckled the other strap and brought the dildos to her mouth, one at a time. She licked them, sucking them between her lips.
    KC pivoted around and held onto the ropes, tilting her pelvis back as she widened her stance. Over her shoulder, she spoke to Meghan. “Spit on the one going in my ass.” She licked it again, and then spit on it. “Good girl.”
    Meghan’s smile was radiant as she crawled beneath KC’s spread legs.
    “Both at the same time, and ease them in. Not too fast, or I’m going to come. Understand?”
    “Perfectly.” The word whispered across the tiny crease where her thigh met her ass. Meghan’s warm hand held where her breath left off.
    “And, Meghan?”
    She stilled. “Yes?”
    “Get my ass wet, too. For the simple reason I want to know what your tongue feels like before the plug stretches me open.”
    The girl needed no more encouragement. She pulled her ass open with one hand, zeroing in on her puckered rear with divine accuracy.
    “Fuck.”
    “Fuck,” they spoke together.
    Her tongue. Perfection. Soft as she licked her, and then hard and pointy as she pushed it inside her. Not far. Not deep. But enough to tease her, tempt her, seduce her into the role of victor. As if she needed any help.
    KC finally spared a glance for Layla who stood on the other end of the mat, transfixed. “Naked,” she called to her.
    After several blinks, the other woman focused on her.
    “I want you naked and kneeling in the middle of the ring by the time I’m dressed.”
    She scowled at KC who just smiled, and then gasped as Meghan spit on her ass. Her eyelids fluttered closed as the tips of the dildos touched her holes.
    Oh, so, deliciously slow, Meghan pushed them inside. Then retreated. Push and retreat. A little further each time. They weren’t huge, but stretching her simultaneously made her burn in the most addicting way.
    “It’s like you’re swallowing them, Miss.” Meghan’s voice was shaky but her thrust was steady and sure. Her tongue licked across the top of her thigh. “And you’re so wet.”
    “Take them out. Clean them off. Both of them.” KC waited until Meghan had slid them out. “With your mouth. I want to see you use your mouth.”
    “So. Dirty.” The slave-girl huffed the words out, and then sucked one of the dildos into her mouth. The whole thing. The one that had been in her ass.
    Fuck.
    KC had to concentrate not to come. And that was saying a lot since it normally took a shit-ton to get her off, and it normally involved power tools.
    Meghan licked the other dildo clean and moaned, then spit on the one going in KC’s ass.
    While her slave put the thick cylinder up to her slit, KC tilted her pelvis back, exposing her ass to the arena.