Sorry about the updating fiasco- I don't know what was happening. Anyway, here is a very hot chapter that's a little different from the others...
Though of course, let's be honest. It's smut smut smutty smut.
Enjoy :)
When the Judge opened Johanna's door, she smiled at him and positioned himself on her bed, waiting for him to proceed as usual.
"I bought you a present, Johanna," he said with a smile, signaling for her to get up.
She smiled and obeyed. "Why thank you, sir."
"I thought you might enjoy... changing our routine up. You know I could never another man touch you," he said, "But I have a plan I think we will both enjoy."
Johanna let him lead her out of her room, which was unusual. Though they were sleeping together nearly four times a day, at least, she was never in his bedroom. He did not want her getting too comfortable, or feeling like she had any kind of freedom in the house. He always came to her room.
Johanna was entranced with his room; the bed was huge, with long, dark red velvet hangings and a rich carpet.
"Your present is in the dressing room," he said. "Let me explain. I bought her for you-"
"Her?" Johanna asked, surprised.
"Yes," he said with a smile. "Marguerite is one of my favorite girls to hire. She is fantastic. You will love her."
"Sir," Johanna stammered. "I couldn't... with a woman... that's wrong!"
"Oh, my love," he said with a smile. "That is exactly the point!"
"No, I can't," she said stiffly.
"I find it does not matter what you think you can or cannot do," he said, suddenly stern, "For you are my slave and I am telling you what to do. You can either enjoy it, which I highly recommend, or not, but you will do it. This is as much a present for me as for you- for I will be here, watching. Now... just keep an open mind, and you might find something new about yourself."
He left then, leaving Johanna's heart to hammer. When he returned, he emerged with a woman in her mid-twenties, with thick, dark hair that curled and tumbled down her back, wild. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, her lips very full and red and delicious. Johanna's breath caught; this Marguerite was beautiful, and had an erotic look about her.
"Marguerite here is my favorite when I want more than one girl in my bed," he explained, his voice husky. The other woman purred. "She has something of an attraction to women."
"A taste for them, I should say," she said, and Johanna found her voice to be low and throaty. Her heart jumped in her chest. Marguerite continued. "Judge Turpin, how did you find her? She's glorious."
"I know," he said, and Johanna felt herself swell with pride. The Judge stepped away then, and took a seat beside the bed.
"Sweetheart," Marguerite purred to Johanna, touching her long, corn silk hair. "You are very beautiful."
Johanna's cheeks colored.
"Have you ever been with a woman?" Marguerite asked. Johanna shook her head. "Judge? What do you want me to do with her?"
"Make her happy," the Judge said simply. "Just make my little girl happy."
"I can do that," Marguerite said with a sly smile. "I think you'll find it to be rather satisfying, being with a woman. Come."
Johanna obeyed, and the woman took her to the Judge's large bed. Before she knew what was happening, Marguerite was kissing her.
It was a different kiss than the ones with the Judge; Marguerite's lips were full and sweet and luscious, her tongue heady and skilled and sly, where the Judge used brute force. Johanna could not help it; she moaned into the woman's mouth. Marguerite tangled her hands through Johanna's hair, until the little blonde gasped wildly.
Johanna knew she ranked very low in Turpin's household. Prior to this, she had just been his ward; she had been lucky enough to be raised as a daughter, but was a ward none the less. When she became his sex slave, she knew it was technically a move downwards in rank, even though it provided endless benefits for her (and a drawer of new, arousing underwear, though that was mostly for Turpin). But she knew if Marguerite had been bought, then she ranked even lower than Johanna. In a fit of boldness, she tugged the older woman's robe off, needing to see.
Johanna broke the kiss off when she saw the other woman was naked. She had never seen another woman up close before, naked. It entranced her. Johanna ran her hands all over the other woman's body, and they kneeled facing each other. Johanna had never before appreciated how beautiful women were, and she appreciated it even more as she squeezed Marguerite's bottom, then ran her fingers against the woman's wet cunt. Marguerite's head tossed back when Johanna touched her breasts, pinching the nipples exactly as she knew she enjoyed. The other woman gave a lusty moan, before beginning to undress Johanna.
The younger girl's breaths came in gasps as the older woman took off her nightgown, her fingers brushing over Johanna's creamy skin. Marguerite's breasts were small, and Johanna found them enticing. So different from her own! But the other woman seemed awed by Johanna's large, succulent breasts.
"Oh, God," Marguerite moaned when she saw them, and then kissed them, licked them, and took one of Johanna's nipples in her mouth.
Johanna's heart was beating wildly, the blood in her veins frantic and animalistic. She could not believe she was kissing a woman, a woman's lips were suckling her nipples. It was so wrong. It was delicious and addicting. Her cunt ached with desire, but she was not done kissing Marguerite yet. Johanna gripped the brunette by the hair and crushed her mouth to her own, her tongue thrusting itself inside the other woman's mouth, letting out a groan of desire and need. Their breasts were pressed together, their nipples four hard pink rocks between them, playing together and giving each a jet of a thrill each time they rubbed together. They fought each other, both the same size, feminine limbs fighting for dominance, grabbing and scratching, grunting and kissing, a mess of long hair and sweat and desire.
Marguerite bore Johanna down onto the bed, and began kissing the rest of her body; the sweaty crevice between her breasts, her neck, biting and sucking, her legs. She licked up Johanna's thigh until she was between her legs, Marguerite's delicious, perfect lips right by Johanna's cunt.
"You need to calm down, sweetheart," she urged, like a mother, sitting up.
"No!" Johanna protested. "Please."
"Hush, my girl," Marguerite soothed, rubbing her hands both comfortingly and erotically across Johanna's skin. She peppered several tiny, light-as-air baby kisses on Johanna's clitoris, drawing screams and sobs from the young blonde. "You are overexcited."
"No, I'm not... you don't understand," Johanna begged, sweaty and tearful, sobbing with desire and trembling horribly. "Please finish me...!"
The frantic look in her eye was driving Turpin to his breaking point. Though he knew how much Johanna loved being fucked, he had no idea just how much she loved getting off. Who knew that, when he deflowered the little, big-breasted blonde thing that lived in his house, that he would uncover a nymphomaniac? He had gotten unendingly lucky.
He joined the women on the bed so he could watch his favorite part, and drew Johanna's top half onto his lap, so she was leaning against him.
"Johanna," he said, his voice low.
"Master," she begged, trembling. "Please, tell her to do it," she sobbed. "Tell her to finish!"
"Shh," he hushed. "We are going to make you feel good."
"Making you wait will only make it better," Marguerite promised, licking Johanna once across her cunt.
Johanna thrashed as Marguerite bent down again and peppered more baby kisses on her, her legs kicking in the air, her head tossing back and forth, her hands clasping the sheets in tight fists.
"Johanna," the Judge said very sternly. "If you don't calm down now we'll stop this at once. Just lay back and enjoy the pleasure, girl."
"Yes sir," she promised.
Marguerite immediately grasped the way the power was organized in their relationship. She flashed Turpin a smile.
"Let Papa take care of your breasts and Mama will take care of everything else," she soothed. "Mmm..." She dove her head back down.
Johanna took a breath, and relaxed, feeling Turpin's skilled fingers rolling her nipples at a constant, almost-painful pinch, leading to shocks of desire. The familiar hot feeling spread down near her cunt, where Marguerite was.
It was not like Turpin at all. When he licked her, he waited until she was near to fainting with desire, and then sucked hard and fast, licking like a dog at a water dish, until she came violently after a few seconds only. Satisfying and like an earthquake. This was different. It was all about the building up, which Johanna had never appreciated before.
Marguerite's tongue was just as skilled as Turpin's, maybe more so. She alternated between her teeth nibbling against Johanna and a very powerful, strong tongue issuing long, hard strokes on her most sensitive area. She lapped all about her, not just on her clit, so she felt all kinds of sensations.
"Sweetheart, I don't think I've ever tasted a sweeter pussy," Marguerite moaned, the vibrations of her voice against Johanna as she lay between her two captors, giving her unheard of amounts of pleasure.
Turpin watched in agony and amazement. He was aroused beyond belief- there was nothing better than watching a woman give another woman oral sex, he knew, but Marguerite was always a pleasure to watch. Those lips of hers were erotic as hell! And on Johanna, well, the undulating motions of Marguerite's mouth was hardly the sexiest thing he was seeing. Johanna's chocked moans also contributed to the desire he was feeling.
Johanna was impressing him more and more- he knew just about any girl could be seduced by Marguerite, but Johanna had gone above and beyond.
Marguerite continued to lap and suck and kiss, until at last Johanna came. The waves of pleasure were not violent, but as if she was flying on a cloud. Her muscles convulsed, she grunted and did not hear it.
Marguerite rose up and kissed her, and Johanna, eager, kissed her back, tasting her own juice on the other woman's face.
"You like having your pussy licked?"
"Yes," Johanna confessed, limp and tired.
"Go to sleep, sweetheart," Marguerite commended.
And, still on Turpin's lap, she did.
I know that was even smuttier than usual... but I got carried away...
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