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Peyton’s tongue shot out and sped over Liv’s strap-on. It had cooled since it’d been inside the furnace of Peyton’s bowels; she felt determined to heat it up again with sheer friction.

The pressure mounting inside her body was almost in the red. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed this. One tiny taste of the sexual bliss Liv had to offer and she needed a buffet of it—to be totally liberated from the weight Liv had eased a small but pivotal amount.

And Liv was more than doing her part. She was pushing Peyton to the brink of orgasm with only her tongue… which obviously a lesbian should be able to do, but it was shocking to consider how much the strap-on had gotten her off. And now all it took was Liv eating her out…

“Keep going down on me, Liv, Mistress Liv, whatever you want to be called! I love your fucking tongue! I love that I’m going to come in my poor little pussy! Oh God, shit, you can have my ass every hour if you treat my pussy this good too!”

Liv’s answer was lost inside her folds.

Peyton collapsed between Liv’s milky white thighs to get a better position. She pushed her hips down onto Liv’s face to make sure that tongue could touch her wherever it wanted. Peyton had to have that tongue inside her. If she couldn’t have that strap-on claiming her ass again, she’d settle for an agile tongue thrusting into her, enjoying her taste as much as she enjoyed Liv’s touch.

Raising herself, Peyton then squatted down so that she was wide open over Liv’s face. She shuddered at Liv’s tongue shooting into her pussy. Liv licked back and forth, slowly, rhythmically, making Peyton lose herself on all the wonders of her body’s sensations.

Each time Liv licked inside her, Peyton felt a tremor begin. Her folds quaking where she was rubbed, the start of a larger explosion in her belly. It kept going and going, echoes and aftershocks, a powder keg of ecstasy that Liv was bringing a lit match to. As her tongue went slickly from the bottom of Peyton’s sex up to her clit, she orgasmed.

Peyton felt herself come, wetness flooding her, her entire body shaking while she was filled and emptied at the same time. Her breasts jiggled with her convulsions. She tossed her head back, whipped her own back with her hair. It fluttered in the moonlight as she rode all that had happened to her.

As soon as she’d recovered enough to pull her mouth off of the strap-on, she spoke: “Do it again, please Mistress, Liv, my love… I want your tongue all the way inside my pussy. Fuck me with it! Treat me like your bitch, like you’re rewarding your good little bitch…” She felt Liv’s hand leading her back to the strap-on. Obediently, she opened her mouth to it.

Liv’s tongue flew inside her. It swirled and twisted inside her wet pussy. She licked away all the wetness Peyton felt inside her, replacing it with a clean warmth and the purr of satisfaction at her taste. Then Liv pushed deep inside her. It felt phallic, like Liv’s tongue was a cock, driving into her in a desperation to seed Peyton.

She couldn’t keep Liv’s dick in her mouth. “That’s it! Ohh, fuck me! Fuck my burning cunt, God, you make me so hot! So glad you’re my mistress, so glad, glad…”

Liv circled her wet hole with her tongue. It pressured and lapped and stabbed into Peyton.

She was strung out with pleasure, unable to relax—not until she came. No matter what Liv did to her, it only added to her excitement.

Liv took her bristling clit on the point of her tongue and brought it between her teeth, first biting it, then sucking on it. Peyton came, but it didn’t at all take the edge off her frenzied arousal. Thankfully, Liv kept up the delicious torture. She had Peyton’s clit trapped between her lips and she sucked on it like it was the most delicious candy imaginable.

Then her tongue punished it, one whipping stroke after another. She brushed the tip of Peyton’s clit, teasing it, playing with it with infuriating gentleness, then nearly overwhelming her with sensation.

Peyton came like a machine gun firing. One climax, then another, and another. Her body seized and shook. Liv kept going, kept reminding Peyton that this was what she was for, her purpose in life: to have orgasms with her mistress, to be rewarded for being a good girl.

She panted, sweated, shuddered as though having a fit. It almost hurt, but there was no amount of pain that could make Peyton want to stop. She loved being Liv’s too much.

This was the zenith of being Liv’s personal property, the ultimate expression of it, and she would stay at this peak until it killed her.

Finally, Liv judged that she’d had enough. She stopped, though Peyton only knew it from her body no longer being in the grip of the convulsions it’d been having. She fell forward between Liv’s legs.

Liv let out a disgruntled sigh at the sound of Peyton snoring. It seemed a little undignified to her, having her sub sleep on top of her.

Then again…

Liv reached up and parted Peyton’s buttocks just a little more than they already were. Now, she could go to sleep facing the wondrous ruin she’d made of Peyton’s anus.

Liv hummed lovingly, pondering how much that crater would close up by morning. If Peyton were a zombie, of course, it’d heal totally, but Liv would never wish that on her nice, warm human.

She would just have to be satisfied with the fact that, sooner or later, Peyton’s hole would be open twenty-four-seven, that she’d only be able to sit down on rare occasions. That she’d have to sleep on her belly… and, of course, with no panties, so that Liv could get a good look at that destroyed asshole whenever she wished.

She would never cost her hard-working ADA any of her dearly needed sleep, but that didn’t mean she would go without seeing her handiwork. Liv knew she was a good mistress. She absolutely deserved the sight of what she’d accomplished with her first and only sub.

***

Rita’s trembling pussy grew even wetter, boiling juices flowing around her probing fingers to cover her hand. She could feel them painting the insides of her thighs, warm rivulets that laced her creamy flesh.

Rita’s legs were splayed out wide, each quiver that went through them showing her orgasmic pleasure, from the first flutter to the last dying echo. Finally, the ecstasy subsided and she took her fingers from her passage.

But her climax hadn’t satisfied her, and it damn sure hadn’t stopped her thoughts of Liv and Peyton. Indeed, her memories of the two lovers were imprinted on her mind.

Her thighs were still jerking from the force of her orgasm, her face flushed with the passion of her imaginings. She went back to the mirror and saw herself more lovely than ever: her sparkling eyes, her contented smile, the flush of heated arousal burning all over her lovely body. She saw no reason why she couldn’t have Liv or Peyton or both. Especially knowing what she did of Liv’s… diet.

She was too young to resign herself to a mediocre sex life and so she simply wouldn’t.

Rita went to the fridge, easily finding out Liv’s little snacks within the frozen vegetables they were hidden in. In her role as clandestine researcher into Liv’s condition, she of course knew all about the last brain Liv had been on and the one she was currently using. She even had read the in-depth dossiers that Max Rager had prepared on the DOAs. Safe to say which one had Liv feeling her oats and which one had made Liv more… eager-to-please.

Liv had seemed bothered by the latter, keeping it only in case her food supply ran low, and seeming to prefer the former.

Naturally, Rita switched the labels, sure that whatever happened, it would at least be amusing.