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The Heiress's Bitch 2
The Heiress's Bitch 2
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Summary: Since my mistress impregnated me, I found myself being happier than ever. But what started as a need to feel my mistress's touch ended with a dark desire to dominate her body as I carried her child. Will those urges ruin or relationship? Or will it allow me to take hold of her once more?
This explicit [5384 word] sequel to the erotic romance The Heiress's Bitch features a domineering heiress and her submissive handmaiden engaging in Role-Reversing Lesbian Sex and Breeding.
Excerpt:
"I need you..." I begged languidly, panting and tepid. "Please, use me. Finger me--anything. Just stop teasing me, mistress."
"Open your mouth," she ordered. When I did she plopped one of the pills into my mouth and made me swallow it.
I felt as though a panicked cricket was lurking inside my stomach as the pill took effect, eventually sending a sharp tongue of lightning down to my clit. It was intense, a budding sensation pressing the nub forward and caused me to mewl. By the time it reached the pinnacle of its burgeoning I was panting even harder as I stared down weary and openmouthed.
I had grown a male's phallus--a cock, in her own words--and it felt as if it had been a part of me my entire life. It seemed to have a mind of its own, filled with the desire to be stroked, tended to, abused, and inserted. Those desires entered my mind and drowned it in fantasies of my mistress doing just that.
My mistress chuckled at the sight of it, tickling the tip with the feather and watching as it twitched. "It's smaller than mine was when I used it before, but cuter."
I jerked as the shaft became harder. The feather teased it with the countless soft, pinpoint brushes that made up the plume and a shaking breath accompanied the shivers that ran through my body. I was going to go mad. "No more..."
She ignored me, leaving me to hang there and torment me until the erection was twitching and ready to explode. Only then did she addressed me again."You're my bitch," she stated. It wasn't a question, but a fact. "You don't act on your own since I'm the one holding the leash, understand?"
"Yes mistress," I said submissively, on the edge of breaking. "I had no right. Please forgive me."
Tossing the feather away she took the shaft in her hand and felt the strong twinges that lurked beneath the surface. Her smile grew even more as she dipped her head to it and stared at it intensely as pre-cum began to seep out. Extended the tip of her tongue, she licked the opening of the slit and a sharp stab surged through the entire length, making me jump.
This explicit [5384 word] sequel to the erotic romance The Heiress's Bitch features a domineering heiress and her submissive handmaiden engaging in Role-Reversing Lesbian Sex and Breeding.
Excerpt:
"I need you..." I begged languidly, panting and tepid. "Please, use me. Finger me--anything. Just stop teasing me, mistress."
"Open your mouth," she ordered. When I did she plopped one of the pills into my mouth and made me swallow it.
I felt as though a panicked cricket was lurking inside my stomach as the pill took effect, eventually sending a sharp tongue of lightning down to my clit. It was intense, a budding sensation pressing the nub forward and caused me to mewl. By the time it reached the pinnacle of its burgeoning I was panting even harder as I stared down weary and openmouthed.
I had grown a male's phallus--a cock, in her own words--and it felt as if it had been a part of me my entire life. It seemed to have a mind of its own, filled with the desire to be stroked, tended to, abused, and inserted. Those desires entered my mind and drowned it in fantasies of my mistress doing just that.
My mistress chuckled at the sight of it, tickling the tip with the feather and watching as it twitched. "It's smaller than mine was when I used it before, but cuter."
I jerked as the shaft became harder. The feather teased it with the countless soft, pinpoint brushes that made up the plume and a shaking breath accompanied the shivers that ran through my body. I was going to go mad. "No more..."
She ignored me, leaving me to hang there and torment me until the erection was twitching and ready to explode. Only then did she addressed me again."You're my bitch," she stated. It wasn't a question, but a fact. "You don't act on your own since I'm the one holding the leash, understand?"
"Yes mistress," I said submissively, on the edge of breaking. "I had no right. Please forgive me."
Tossing the feather away she took the shaft in her hand and felt the strong twinges that lurked beneath the surface. Her smile grew even more as she dipped her head to it and stared at it intensely as pre-cum began to seep out. Extended the tip of her tongue, she licked the opening of the slit and a sharp stab surged through the entire length, making me jump.
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