Making College Free Ch. 12

Apologies for the delay. Work/life has been crazy lately and it's been hard to find time to write. I've got some half written stuff that needs the TLC to be polished so expect something else next week (and maybe two things if I'm feeling frisky). Love you guys and thanks for the patience!

Alexis looked at Rebeccah and was confused. “What's wrong?”

“I've been doing a lot of thinking. About us. About our future. I'm all in with you Alexis but I’m just not sure I can take the rest of it.”

“What do you mean?”” Alexis asked.

“I mean I want a normal life. I don't think I want all the craziness.” Alexis said nothing and just stared not sure what to say. Rebeccah’s heart was beating a million beats a minute as she looked at her diminutive, coquettish girlfriend looking suddenly vulnerable and uncertain.

Nevertheless, Rebeccah took a deep breath and pressed on, “It's all just too intense for me. I wanted to have a normal life with a normal girl.”

Alexis bit her lip and they stared at each other for a long, silent moment. Rebeccah felt like the world was crumbling under her feet. As if she’d just broken the heart of the woman she loved. She could tell that Alexis was on the verge of bursting out crying but somehow held it in enough to whisper, “But I'm not normal and I don't know that I can change.”

There was an even longer silence this time before Rebeccah finally said, “I don't want to break up with you. Can you try? For me?” Alexis said nothing but nodded slowly. The redhead smiled warmly, relief flooding through her as the tension dragged away. “It's Valentine's tomorrow,” Rebeccah said, “can we maybe go out on just a normal date?”

“I'd like that,” Alexis replied with a forced smile. “And yes… Rebeccah. I can try to be… normal.”

The next night Rebeccah got dressed alone in her dorm room. She put on normal clothes for the first time in a month. Jeans and a t-shirt with the barest amount of makeup applied and tied her hair in a cute little pony tale. She flitted about the room feeling the sense of normalcy and mundanity she'd been missing.

There was a soft knock on her door and Rebeccah waved her hand in the code gesture that removed the privacy lock. Alexis helped herself in as the light outside flipped green. Alexis wasn't dressed casually. She didn't do casual. But she intentionally toned down the sluttiness factor to a 7. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed but to Rebeccah’s eye, she was practically mundane. She loved it. The leather mini-skirt she wore was longer than anything that Rebeccah realized she even owned. It practically went down to mid thigh. The V-Neck top was form fitting and showed a lot of cleavage but it was hardly plunging, ending right between he perfect little tits. The heels were only four inch stilettos and the leather choker as the only thing that stood out as slightly kinky. She looked amazing and Rebeccah felt her arousal spike both from the sheer sexual energy that Alexis exuded but also the realization that she really was making an effort.

Alexis leaned against the door frame and gave a come-hither look to her girlfriend, “Do you like what you see?” she said with a little curl to hurt her lips.

Rebeccah swallowed involuntarily and nodded, “Very much.”

Alexis's saucy smile turned into a warm one, “I'm glad,” she said, “I really want this normal date to be a good one.” The way she emphasized the word normal was like someone forcing an unfamiliar, foreign word out of their mouth for the first time.

Rebeccah stood up, walked over to her girlfriend and gave her a loving kiss, “Thank you,” she said in a breathy whisper.

They left the house and walked several blocks hand-in-hand making small talk awkwardly. To Rebeccah she was reminded of those fumbling first dates in high school. Alexis felt the awkwardness but didn't know how to break the ice without being able to talk about sex. Both girls were acutely aware of this strange new twist in their relationship. When they arrived at the restaurant they were seated quickly in the back at the table that Rebeccah had reserved. “What do you want to talk about?” Alexis asked.

“School… sports… current events... I don't care.”

Alexa thought for a moment then surprised Rebeccah by asking, “Well how do you feel about the events in Australia?”

Rebeccah blinked in mild shock before asking, “The riots?”

Alexis nodded, “They're pretty messed up right? I mean,” she continued, “The religious oppression is unusual this day and age isn't it?”

“I don't know. I guess so. My mom says it's always been bad and always will be. Mix in the water rights issues and it’s kind of an explosive situation.”

“Riparian rights have been a problem for the last decade there though.”

“Riparian rights?”

Alexis smiled, “Sorry… just a fancy term I learned in Prop Law for water rights.”

“You took prop law?”

“I need to understand copyright and trademark if I want to be a professional film maker.”

Rebeccah nodded, a little surprised to see the serious, driven side of Alexis. To Rebeccah, the sex and orgies and wild insansity had always been about pleasure. A hedonistic quest to have as many orgasms before 40 as one human could accomplish. She was suddenly reminded that Alexis was a lot more than that. “Well… I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, right?”

Alexis nodded and then said, “I guess that's true we always think we've moved past the sins of our fathers.”

Rebeccah giggled but said nothing else.

Alexis looked at her, confused, “What's so funny?”

“Sorry I was just finding it amusing that you of all people would talk about ‘sins of their fathers’.”

Alexis open her mouth taking faux offense. “I'm shocked,” she said, “that you would say such a thing.”

Rebeccah looked at her and said, “Oh, I'm sorry. Have I offended Little Miss snowflake?”

“Wow! Someone gets sassy when they don't get any for a couple days.”

Rebeccah playfully slapped Alexis's hand, “Don't you dare think this has been easy for me. At least you’ve still been getting laid.” Rebeccah had insisted that Alexis continue to perform her duties at the frat while they figured out this new balance in their relationship.

Alexis squirmed in her seat, “Sure yeah but not with you.”

Rebeccah blushed at the implied compliment. She took a breath and composed herself looking Alexis dead in the eyes, “Alexis what is it you like about me?”

Alexis was quiet for a long moment as the two stared at each other before finally saying, “I'd be lying if I didn't say that you're hot and the sex is amazing, but there's a lot more to it than that. I love that you're smart and that you're clever. I love that you challenge me and push me to be better. I love exposing you to all the kinky little games we've played.”

Rebeccah blushed at the thought of the things that they’d done together as Alexis continued. “I love corrupting your innocence but I also love that you like normalcy. Weird as it sounds to say, I actually like this,” she said as she gestured to the dimly lit restaurant in general, “You're right. We needed a normal date night. That was something my Dad always insisted on doing. Even with all their craziness and all his… wives… and girlfriends. He made sure to get quiet, normal one-on-one time with them periodically. I guess I’d never really learned that lesson.”

Rebeccah smiled and said, “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Alexis continued on, “When I first saw you I wanted to make you my little fuck toy. And I still want that,” she said with a laugh, “now I just want more.”

“Hey, hey! Keep it PG-13!”

Alexis gave a slightly cruel smile, “I'm normally NC-17. I think R rated is the best I can do.”

“Fair enough. I can deal with that,” Rebeccah said with a laugh. The two continued talking for over an hour barely taking time to eat or drink their coffee.

“I think the waiters are getting a little annoyed with us,” Rebeccah said at last.

“Fuck em I don't care,” the redhead said, displaying the characteristic fire that Rebeccah loved. “What's next on our normal date night?”

“Horse-drawn carriage for the city.”

“Oh my God that's so cliche and cheesy!”

“What if I promise to let you get to second base while we do it?” Rebeccah said, leaning in closer and intentionally pressing her breasts together. She noticed the flick of Alexis’s eyes and felt a rush of warmth from the lusty gaze.

“Can I try to slip into third?” Alexis asked.

Rebeccah put a finger to her lips considering the question before replying, “Well… let’s just say if you do a really good job of turning me on, their might be a present in the future.”

Alexis smiled, “Challenge accepted.”

The young lovers paid the check and dashed out of the restaurant. Despite the many advances in technology the city still had horse-drawn carriages. Fortunately they were now all powered by Equinus, the horse sharing app that had been taking the country by storm.

When the carriage arrived Alexis gestured in front of her for Rebeccah to take her seat first. As Rebeccah stepped up, Alexis goosed her ass causing Rebeccah to yelp.

“Sorry,” Alexis said as she shut the door behind her, “couldn't help it.”

Instead of complaining, Rebeccah leaned over and kissed her before whispering into her ear, “Just for that you don't get to try for third base.” Alexis frowned but quickly changed her expression as she felt Rebecca's fingers on her thigh. “I'll be the only one getting to third base tonight, Lexi,” Rebeccah said. Her fingers gently grazed along Alexis's slit. “No panties? How naughty.”

“I was,” Alexis gasped as her girlfriend touched her, “optimistic,” she said choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to ruin the mood.

“I said I wanted to slow things down,” Rebeccah said, “not bring them to a screeching halt.”

“So we can still have sex?” Alexis asked with the kind of childlike excitement you’d expect from a kid who's just been told that Christmas isn’t canceled.

Rebeccah pulled away and looked at her, “We can still fuck,” she said. “I just want to put a pause on all the crazy orgies. Give us a chance to learn to be a couple.” To prove her point she allowed her fingers to stroke Alexis's wet pussy.

“Oh God! I miss that,” Alexis gasped.

Rebeccah leaned away from her, keeping her left hand stroking the girl’s wet cunt. “It's a beautiful night. Isn't it, honey?” she asked as if everything was perfectly normal.

“Yes,” came the erotic reply.

“Do you think you could handle this kind of relationship?” Rebeccah asked.

“What do you…,” Alexis gasped again, “mean?” she said choking out the last word breathlessly.

“You know, where I'm the one teasing you. Where I'm the one in control?”

Alexis bucked her hips as Rebeccah withdrew her teasing fingers. She let out a whimper without even realizing it.

“Well?” Rebeccah asked. “Answer the question, Lexi.”

Alexis laughed, “I don't even remember the question.”

Rebeccah roughly plunged her fingers back in causing Alexis to groan and spread her legs lewdly. Rebeccah raised her voice slightly, not caring if the driver heard her. “Could you,” she said, fucking her lover's cunt with her fingers, “handle this…” another thrust to emphasize the words, “kind of,” she said this time wiggling her fingers inside the juicy cunt, "relationship?"

Alexis's eyes were rolled in the back of her head and her gasps and grunts were increasing in frequency and intensity. “Please,” Alexis whimpered.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please… let me come?”

Rebeccah withdrew her fingers quickly, “Nope. Not tonight.”

Alexis felt like the sudden emptiness would make her cry. “But… you’re so mean.”

“I’m doing you a favor,” she said, an uncharacteristically evil glint in her eye.

“How is this a favor,” Alexis said, squirming in her seat and fighting every urge her body was signaling to her to get herself off.

“Getting you all on edge is going to make you especially cruel when you get home and find your present.”

Alexis brow furrowed in confusion, “What? What present?”

“You’ll see.”

They continued their carriage ride with Rebeccah mercilessly teasing Alexis the entire time. She was reveling in the role reversal and by the time the ride was over, Alexis was barely able to control herself. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to cuff them behind you for the walk home.”

“Fuck that’s hot… I’m so turned on right now that the thought of you doing that practically made me cum.”

“I guess I’m not the only one that enjoys being submissive,” Rebeccah said.

“Only with you, baby,” Alexis said, giving her girlfriend a surprisingly chaste kiss as they exited the carriage. She put her hands behind her back and imagined how it would feel to walk through town like that, with her hands cuffed and her submission to her lover unveiled for the world to see. She quite liked the idea.

“So you could get used to this lifestyle? Being MY submissive little fuck toy?”

“Keep me buzzing like I am right now and I’d be putty in your hands,” Alexis replied honestly.

“You’re such a slave to your pussy,” Rebeccah laughed.

“Sometimes… I know there’s a line though. Sometimes I just… I guess sometimes I just don’t care.”

Rebeccah nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, lover. I like being your submissive little fucktoy too. So I don’t want this all the time either.”

“So you’re a switch?”

“A what?”

“A switch… sometimes dom and sometimes sub.”

“Yeah… I guess that sounds right.”

“Me too,” Alexis said. “I’d thought it was about being submissive with guys and dominant with girls but… You’ve made me reevaluate that.”

“You’re not exactly submissive with Brent,” Rebeccah pointed out.

“Yeah… yeah… I guess that’s true… you’re right,” Alexis said, thinking about the insight.

When they got back to the frat house, they paused at the door and looked at each other. “Did you have a good date?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Rebeccah said earnestly. She leaned in and kissed Alexis softly on the lips. “Does that mean it’s over?”

“I figured you’d want to go back to your room and think about things,” Alexis said.

“Oh… I do… But don’t you want your presents first?”

“Presents? Plural?” Alexis said, having forgotten them in the lust fueled haze of the last hour.

Rebeccah nodded and grabbed her girlfriend’s tiny hand as she led her inside.

“I’ve got two for you. C’mon.”

They went upstairs and into their room. Rebeccah shut the door and pointed to the bed. Alexis, her hands still behind her back, went over to the bed and sat down submissively. Rebeccah almost changed her plans. The look of eager obedience on her girlfriend’s face was a rare and powerful aphrodisiac and it made her whole body tingle with excitement. She finally reached into her jean pocket and pulled out a small remote before tossing it over to Alexis. Alexis watched it fall on the bed next to her before asking, “Is this for me… mistress?”

Rebeccah chuckled, “You can stop being submissive, Lexi. It’s not time for that,” she said.

Like a switch was flipped, Alexis’s hands grasped for the remote and she looked at it. “Is this…?”

Rebeccah nodded, “I didn’t want to get permanent tattoos… So I got something that I think we’ll both enjoy even more.” She took her shirt off, revealing the lacy white bra holding her large breasts. Across her chest the words, “Lexi’s” were scrawled in broad gothic script.

“Oh hell yeah,” Alexis said, typing away on the remote with a mischievous grin. Suddenly, the letters started to swirl and change color. The words seemed to move under Rebeccah’s skin as they migrated from her chest up to her forehead. Their hue shifted first to a dark crimson before changing to an almost neon, bright red as they swirled and eventually formed the words, “Slutty Fuck Toy” across her forehead.

Rebeccah took a step over to the mirror and looked before turning and frowning, “Geezus, Alexis,” she said, swiping the remote away and tapping away. The words migrated back down to her chest where they’d be hidden by her shirt.”

“What?” Alexis asked, confused by the sudden change. “I thought that’s what you wanted? You said you wanted me to be cruel for my present.”

Rebeccah’s expression softened and she handed the remote back, “Not for this present. For your other one, silly.”

She grabbed Alexis and lead her out of their room, not bothering to put her shirt on. Something about this house always had her feeling just a little sluttier than she intended. The couple walked down the hallway and turned the corner, heading for Brent’s room.

“This present has a two parter, I guess.”

“Really?” Alexis said, “Why am I getting all these presents?”

“I’m asking a lot of you… and I really don’t want you to change who you are, Alexis. I want you to know that. I just need the ‘us’ part of the relationship to be a little more normal… at least for now… maybe forever. I don’t know… but definitely for now. But I also know you have… needs,” the words tumbled out. They weren’t as well spoken as she’d rehearsed but they’d do.

Suddenly, Alexis could hear soft whimpering coming from the other room. The unmistakable sounds of a woman desperate for release. Rebeccah pushed the door open and Alexis gasped. Christin was on the bed, tied up with her legs spread wide. She had stimulator pads on her pussy and nipples as she writhed against the restraints. Between her legs, Brent was standing there, his massive erect cock grazing against Christin’s leaking cunt.

“Have you been a good boy, Brent?”

“Yes, Miss Rebeccah. I haven’t stuck it in even when she begged for it.”

“I didn’t b…!” Christin tried to protest but was cut short as a sensation ripped through her and her back arched.

Alexis looked at Rebeccah in awe and curiosity, “I set the pads to work off of her brain pattern. Everytime she lies, they hit her with a wave of sharp, almost painful pleasure directly proportional to the magnitude of the lie. If she tells the truth, she gets a warm, gentle wave.”

“Oh that’s awesome,” Alexis said.

“Even better is that Brent has been under instructions to ask her every fifteen minutes if she wants him to fuck her.”

Alexis clapped her hands and laughed, “How many times did the little bitch break?”

“She lied three times, Miss Alexis. After that, she’s been begging and pleading everytime.”

“This,” Rebeccah said with a smile, “Is why I wanted you on edge and cruel.”

Christin’s eyes grew wide, “Haven’t you already been cruel enough? What you’ve done to Brent is horrible.” This time she was given only a slight pulse as the lie wasn’t particularly bad.

“What did she do to Brent?”

“Oh… that’s right… present 2B. Look at Brent’s cock. It was a pretty big canvas to work with… I had to keep it hard for almost an hour though.”

Alexis stepped forward, a perplexed look across her face. That is until she got a good look. Across the length of Brent’s penis were the words, “Property of Alexis Oscailty.”

“Thank goodness they don’t use needles anymore,” she said.

Alexis turned to Rebeccah and gave her a huge kiss, “God, I love you!”

“Blasphemy,” came the whisper from the bed.

Alexis turned back to the restrained woman on the bed, “Really? That’s what you’re complaining about? You really are broken, aren’t you?”

“NO!” she shouted, only to have her body wracked with a shock. “Fine… yesssss,” she hissed, her body relaxing as the warmth flooded over her. “I love this… it feels so good… soooooo good.”

“You want Brent to fuck you?”

She was silent, refusing to give Alexis the pleasure of seeing her answer. “Fine… have it that way. I’ll just let him keep teasing you for the rest of the night.”

“Please… no… yessssss,” she hissed as the pleasure washed over her, “I want it… so bad.”

Alexis tutted, “Too bad his cock is my property… says it right there,” she said, gripping the massive shaft in her hand. Her fingers couldn’t even touch due to the size. “I don’t like to share my toys.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” Christin whimpered. “I… I love him.” The wave of pleasure that washed over her made her eyes roll into the back of her head and would have pushed her to an orgasm were it not for the control collar around her neck.

“Really?” Brent said.

“Yes, you big lug.”

“Then why are you such a bitch to me?” he said.

The words stung the trussed up girl worse than any physical pain she’d been forced to endure. “I… I don’t know,” another shock caused her to spasm. “I hate this thing,” she screamed. Another mild shock told the four of them that the words were a lie.

“I… I just like being mean. I like controlling you,” the whipsaw from pleasure to pain on the last one took her breath away. “Fine… I likeD controlling you… I don’t want to do that anymore… I want to be a good girlfriend,” she writhed and was barely able to utter the words.

“And what do good girlfriends do?”

“They let their boyfriend fuck them,” Christin said, fully aware of the answer.

“And?”

Christin was genuinely confused, “I… I don’t know?”

“They’re not jealous little bitches who try to lock up their boyfriends. They let them have fun, knowing that they’ll come home at night to the girl they love. Isn’t that right, Brent?”

“But you tattooed his cock,” Christin said in protest.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my pet,” Alexis said, giving Brent’s ass a condescending pat. “Now here’s what’s going to happen,” she said as she pushed Brent to the ground and straddled his cock. She watched Rebeccah’s eyes as she talked to Christin. “I’m going to fuck Brent and he’s going to fill my nice, tight little pussy with all his yummy cum. Then I’m going to climb up their and you’re going to clean me out. If you do a good job, Brent’s going to take your virginity with my sticky juices still all over that glorious cock.”

“Oh, God,” Christin said, not even aware of her blaspheme.

“You’ll be saying that many times tonight if you’re a good girl. Now… let me hear you beg for it… and mean it, slut.”

Christin swallowed but everyone knew she was all out of ability to protest at this point. “Please… mistress Alexis… please fuck your toy’s cock… my boyfriend. I want him to feel your tight pussy… I want him to fill it… and I want to lick you clean… I want to EARN his cock… not own it. Please… please… please,” she chanted as wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed over her.

“Good girl,” Alexis said as she lowered herself onto Brent’s shaft.

Her mouth widened in an ‘O’ as the massive dong split her in two but her eyes never left Rebeccah’s. And Rebeccah simply smiled. Alexis bounced slowly on Brent’s cock, a wicked smile on her face as she reveled in the pleasure between her legs. “Come for me Brett… fill up your favorite tight hole,” she said, turning her head and winking at Christin who watched with a look of vacant, unalloyed lust.

“Yesss,” Brent hissed, coming with a shudder. Alexis smiled and patted his broad chest as she pulled her slick, leaking cunt slowly up Brent’s shaft.

“You ready for your snack, slut?” she said as she slinked over to the still trussed up Christin.

“Yes… mistress,” she said.

Alexis silently climbed up onto the table and straddled Christin’s face. “Do a good job for me and your boyfriend will give you what your body is craving.”

Christin’s tongue started eagerly working over Alexis’s spread pussy as she ground it around like a stripper doing a lap dance. Rebeccah watched and couldn’t take her eyes off her girlfriend who seemed to get more and more into it as Christin’s tongue worked her over. After several minutes of coaxing, Alexis’s body stiffened and she came with a shudder, squirting her juices all over Christin’s face as the bound girl continued to lap up what was being offered.

Alexis climbed down gently, her body still shaking slightly as she flopped down on the couch next to Rebeccah. She waved her hand towards Brent as she sucked in deep breaths and said, “Go fuck your slut girlfriend, Brent.”

“Thank you,” the big man said submissively. He lumbered over and grabbed Christin’s ankles for leverage as he lined himself up. “I love you, baby.”

“None of that, now Brent. She’s a slut now. A cheap, fucking hole. You should fuck her like one, understand? Think about all the times she got you worked up and then didn’t put out. You need to show her who’s really in charge.”

Brent’s eyes had a fire to them that Rebeccah hadn’t really seen before, “Yes… mistress Alexis.”

“Good boy,” Alexis said, winking at Rebeccah as she cuddled with her on the couch. “Oh… and Brent… do it slowly at first… really, really slowly… like an inch at a time. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Please, baby… please… please,” Christin babbled, barely registering the words.

“Tell him what you are, slut,” Alexis called from across the room.

“I’m a slut… a total slut… for you… baby. Take my virginity… please!” she begged. The restraints had her completely unable to move but the truth of the words gave her pleasure like she’d never felt before. That is until she felt that massive shaft spread her pussy wide. “Oh my fucking GOD!” she screamed.

Alexis and Rebeccah giggled as the redhead whispered, “Not complaining about blasphemy now, is she?”

“I think she’s finally seeing God for real,” Rebeccah said and the girls laughed again. “This is pretty hot… like watching our own porn.”

“Mmm… what should we make them do?”

“Anything we want, right?” Rebeccah said matter of factly. “Brent, honey. You can probably give your new hole a couple more inches.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thanks Rebeccah.”

Alexis turned to her girlfriend and kissed her tenderly as Christin’s screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room, “You sure you’re okay with all of this?”

Rebeccah pondered the question, “No… no I’m not sure. I’m going with the flow tonight. Trying to find a new normal for us… if there even is such a thing for us.”

“I’m glad you understand me… and you don’t judge me. I’ve gotten used to telling the rest of the world to fuck off if they judge me… but… well… I love you, Rebeccah. And I care what you think of me.”

Rebeccah smiled, “I love you too,” she said. They kissed again and Rebeccah felt her desire getting close to bubbling over. “Now… you’ve had your fun. Time to have mine. Get down on the floor and lick me to an orgasm, lover. I want to watch these two pets of ours fuck each other senseless.”

“Yes… mistress,” Alexis said with a smirk as she slid to the floor. Rebeccah slipped out of her jeans and spread her legs, draping them across one arm of the couch on one side and letting the other hang loosely on the floor. The tongue grazed her clit just as Brent worked half of his cock into his girlfriend’s no longer virgin cunt.

“You like that, slut?”

“Mmmmm,” came Alexis’s muffled response at the same time that Christin screamed, “YES!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, baby. I was talking to the whore getting plowed by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.

Alexis responded simply by renewing her oral efforts and Rebeccah gasped.

“You want the rest, slut? You want to feel the whole thing slamming into you?”

“Yesssss,” hissed Christin as she struggled against the ropes that had her tightly bound on the table.

“He’s going to hate fuck you… you realize that. He’ll never make love to a skank like you. Just fuck you over and over and over again until you’re bow-legged and broken.” The word’s tumbled out of her mouth naturally despite their cruelty. She was enjoying being the dom once again and was starting to revel in the power of it. It was… intoxicating.

“Yes… God… please… I just need… fuck… I need him… I don’t want to be empty. I want to be a good hole for him… the best hole for him. My man deserves that!” she babbled.

“Give it to the slut, Brent.”

Brent didn’t respond verbally, instead he simply pulled back slightly and then shoved his hips into the vulnerable cunt in front of him. Christin screamed but it was cut short as he withdrew and did it again. Quickly he picked up speed, shoving his gigantic member into the tight, virginal hole of the former ice queen.

“Tell her what she is, Brent,” Rebeccah said.

“A hole for me to get off in,” he grunted.

“Yes,” Christin said. Between the neuro-stimulators and the cock, the pleasure was overwhelming for her. The collar she wore was the only thing from keeping her from having an orgasm so powerful it made her pass out. Instead, she got to enjoy every single moment. Every thrust. Every inch.

“A slut… a skank… a tramp… a fucking bitch who needs cock!” he roared as he released all of his frustrations.

“Yess… yess… yess!” Christin said.

“Do you want to cum, slut?” Rebeccah asked, reaching for the remote for the collar.

“Please… please,” she begged.

“What will you do for Alexis as a thank you?”

“Anything… anything!” she whimpered.

“I’m going to hold you to that. You’ll do anything Alexis asks… is that what you’re saying.”

There was a pause as, despite all of the pleasurable overload, she seemed to consider the ramifications of the. But there was never a doubt. The pleasure from Brent’s cock coupled with everything else had her so on edge she really would do anything for release. “Yes… Anything!” she said.

“Dumb bitch,” Rebeccah muttered with pity as she pressed the button freeing the orgasm block on the collar. Christin’s triumphant scream of release filled the room as Brent pounded her harder and harder. His fingers were digging into her thighs as he jammed his cock violently into the willing recipient.

Rebeccah looked down and saw Alexis staring up at her between her legs. She ran her fingers through the dark crimson hair of the girl she loved before tangling her fingers in the tresses and pressing her into her hungry pussy. “Eat up, slut.”

“Yfff, Mffftresss,” Alexis murmured as her expert tongue coaxed Rebeccah to a pleasant, relaxing orgasm. “What a wonderful way to end Valentine’s day,” was the last thought to go through Rebeccah’s head before she allowed herself to drift away in erotic bliss.