Maires lay on her back looking up at Stephanie, who straddled her waist. “Stephanie, my sweetlove, move up a bit so Maires can get at your cunt. With her face. Get your ass nice and comfortable.”
She was trying it out, to see how it felt to say it. But hearing from her it was powerful magic.
Sincere or not, I felt that “sir” right through my body. I took her hand and put it on my cock.
She squeezed. “Oh! It’s not quite dead!”
“You have some control on what it does. Say, ‘sir’ again.”
Stephanie looked at me, eyes unnaturally wide, then dropped her gaze submissively. She breathed, “Oh, yes, sir.”
I knew she was taking the piss, but that didn’t seem to matter. She tightened her grip on my cock, which answered her. “Oh my god, it’s not dead at all. Just like ET! Sir. Hmm. Sir!”
She looked away for a second. “You might be right. Sir.”
I tried hard not to look smug. Really I did. “Now, I gave you an order. It’s an order that gets your cunt licked. So…”
She scrambled forward, still straddling Maires, and moved up a little so her cunt approached the waiting Maires’s face, then lowered her body slowly until a little gasp told me she’d made contact with Maires’s tongue. I imagined Maires smiling, buried as she was in beautiful woman, tongue working hard to pleasure her new sister.
Her ass was sweetly poised, in one of the classic spank-me positions. It trembled a little, too.
That ass seemed intensely inviting to me, even if Stephanie had probably forgotten, for the moment, that I existed.
But there was her gorgeous arse, jiggling up and down in response to Maire’s tongue. There were no more wordgames, now: I was simply hard.
Yes, I decided, this was a very good time to introduce something else new. New for Stephanie, at least. I rolled off the bed onto the floor, and took the belt from my jeans.