The Pussy Slave.

She was sitting very still on the sofa.

Just sitting. Why can't we ever just be sitting? Why must we always have our legs sensually draped over the arm of the couch?

She was just sitting there. Still. Contemplative. Nervous.

And so horny.

Just horny, you know. Not electrified in all her joints. Not breathless. Not undulating. Just good old fashioned horny. The kind that makes you want to squeeze your own breasts but not touch your cunt because you're just so fucking horny. The kind in which you can feel yourself all swollen and wet inside your panties and you want to hump your hand instead of touching yourself slowly and gently.

She got up from the sofa and walked towards the voices that we're coming from the room to her right. She had left the door ajar when she had left the room and she creaked it open just a little further to see her friends were lying back in her bed. In their bras and little denim shorts. They looked at her as she walked in.

"I want to do it," she said slowly, "But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone."

The two girls smiled at each other and walked towards her. One of them was very tall and had short hair. Her name was Parvati. The other one was called Saraswati, and was shorter and rounded around the hips. They stood on either side of her and stroked her hair. She had known these girls her whole life but not like this. She was surprised to have learnt that they knew of her secret desires. She was even more surprised when they offered to fulfill them.

"You understand that from now until we say so, you'll be our pussy slave?" Saraswati asked her with a smile.

"Of course she knows," Parvati answered her with a smile, "That's what she's always wanted."

She didn't know how they could possibly know that is what she secretly wanted and she mulled that nagging concern over in her head but soon she felt their hands tearing at her clothes. She closed her eyes. It's what we do when we can't believe what's going on around us. Within minutes they had her stripped down to her panties. Purple cotton panties with a little green bow at the back. She didn't open her eyes as she felt their hands groping her breasts. Saraswati sunk her long nails into her breasts and she gasped. She opened her eyes with a start when she felt a firm pinch on her nipples and she saw her friends standing before her, studying every inch of her body.

"You're going to be our little pussy slave today," Saraswati said to her, "By the time we're done with you, your soul will smell of cunt."  

She shuddered.

It was one of those shudders, you know. The shudder of having to admit your most repressed fantasies. She had spent hours fantasizing about licking pussy. She had no idea how to do it but just the idea of sinking her tongue into another woman's holes made her clit hard against her panties.

She nodded and stood still as she watched Parvati lie back on the edge on the bed. She lifted her skirt and revealed a pair of tight black panties.

"Come here," Parvati said to her, "Kneel right between my legs."

She walked slowly and then fast. She avoided any gaze and sunk quickly to her knees. Gulping guiltily as her fingers reached for the waistband of the tiny little black panties.

"No," Parvati told her as she held her by the hair, "Lick my panties first."

Behind her she could hear Saraswati giggle as she moved closer to them.

Her mouth was dry. Slowly she stuck her tongue out and licked the soft cheap fabric. Even through the fabric she could taste what was to come. After that first lick she immediately started to lick in the earnest. The fabric dried her tongue out yet she couldn't stop. She had only ever tasted herself before. This was like that, yet different. Parvati began to rock and forth against her lips as Saraswati spread her legs wider so her pussy would be more available.

A few minutes later Parvati put her legs against her shoulders and pushed her back. Confused, she looked up to see her peeling off her panties. She turned around and bent over right in front of the little slave's face.

"She wants to come," Saraswati said to her, "You're going to use your face to come her come."

It was hard at first. She couldn't figure out how to get in there but soon enough she found her tongue pressed up against Parvati's hard clit. Saraswati had one hand around her throat and was pushing her face deeper into Parvati's ass. She felt her nose slip through the folds of Parvati's cunt as she tried desperately to keep licking that clit. She struggled to get out from under there when she couldn't breathe but that just seemed to get Parvati even harder. She felt Parvati's pussy clench tighter against her nose as she shuddered against it. Different kind of shudder, that one. She could finally breathe, just as she felt her face drench in the juices of her friend. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. Just feeling the heat from Saraswati's body behind her was making her want her.

"My turn," Said Saraswati pulling her back by the hair until she lay flat on the floor, "Pussy slaves don't get breaks."

She lay back, waiting, as Saraswati slipped out of her little blue shorts, she wasn't wearing anything underneath them. She dropped to her knees and placed each knee on either side of her face.

"Stick our your tongue," she said to her, "Lay it flat."

She closed her eyes as she felt the wet swollen cunt of her dear friend lowered onto her tongue. Instinctively she started to lick her slow and deep. She felt her moan on top of her even though all she could see was the darkness inside her. After a few minutes she shifted the attention of her mouth to her big soft clit as Saraswati started to slowly rub herself against her face. At the same time she felt a pair of soft, gentle fingers touch her between her legs. Right where her hard little clit was making a bump against the soaked fabric of her purple panties. She felt her body tense up immediately as Parvati traced soft gentle circles around her clit.

She found herself licking Saraswati's pussy in the earnest as she felt her own orgasm starting to grow from that soft touch between her legs. She felt Saraswati's hands in her hair and she pushed harder onto her face. Her tongue stroked between her legs. Right up from her clit down to the tight little hole between her ass. The softer Parvati touched her the harder and faster she licked between Saraswati's legs. Within minutes she felt her squeeze her thighs tight between her face and smother her with her orgasm. Almost instantly, the touch between her was gone. She moaned desperately into the pussy surrounding her face as her lower body writhed desperately to find the missing touch.

Saraswati slid off her face and started to put on her shorts. She lay there watching the pair of women dress themselves as she lay desperate waiting for their attention.

"Aren't you..." She said finally, "Going to make me come?"

They looked at each other.

And laughed.

"Why would we make you come?" Saraswati asked, "You're the pussy slave."

She closed her eyes again, this time to hide the shame of how much she liked that. When she opened her eyes again, they were gone. Her fingers slid towards to waistband of her panties. But she couldn't pull them off. Desperately her cunt beckoned her to touch it, but she couldn't bear the shame of  watching herself do it.

She closed her eyes again, and tried to make the thoughts stop.

Like that's ever worked for anyone.