One hand wrapped around her slave’s chest and braced her chin, feeling the spittle leaking against it. “God, you’re such a mess.” She teased, right as her other hand tiptoed down the latex-covered stomach to her exposed sex. Each breath from her vole was a reminder to stay still, to fight against the sensation as her mistress teased her.
Helga wanted her to squirm. That’s why she held her in place, and why she did it while Rebecca watched. Well, as much as one could watch with the blindfold on. The pig snorted at the canine’s reddened face, no doubt lost in what she imagined. Almost made her want to lift the blindfold.
Almost.
Amy’s first crack in restraint came with a soft touch against her clit. “Oh, someone’s sensitive.” Helga kissed the vole’s cheek as she rubbed the pink button. Not too hard, not yet. Amy wanted to be led on before a big finish. Her heartbeat pulsed against Helga’s arm as the pig dragged her fingertips across the girl’s wet folds. “This can’t all be because of cuckpuppy’s poor tongue work, can it?” Of course not, but the way she shook made Helga smile.
With two fingers, she slipped in. Amy clenched. She whined behind her gag while Helga softly laughed. “Hey.” She let go of Amy’s chin to slap the vole’s inner thigh, “Keep these open. I know you can.”
She did so, with a twitch every time Helga’s fingers slipped deeper. She had her thumb rubbed against the clit while she worked. A long list of lovers and careful listening had taught the pig just how to drag her vole’s orgasm out. Amy’s chest rose and fell at a steady pace, her own arm looped around Helga’s head for support. “That’s it,” Helga whispered, “Sink into it. I’m right here.”
The vole said something into her gag. Helga couldn’t make it out. She figured it was bratty, and gave her girl a soft and wet slap. The muffled scream kept her smiling. Rebecca’s ears perked up, she sniffed the air and shifted closer to them. “Ah, stay in your lane, mutt.” Helga said with authority, “I can’t make your owner cum if you’re distracting me.”
And then she did as if to spite Helga. The vole spasmed in Helga’s grasp as the wave crashed and she cried out into her gag. Helga locked her arm to keep her steady, with Amethyst's own tightening around her neck. The pig didn’t stop, determined to let her pet ride until her hand cramped up or exhaustion took hold, whichever came first.
Then she’d deal with their precious cuckpuppy.
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She had to show Rebecca how it's done. Though the poor pitbull can only listen to her mistress being toyed and teased by their shared mistress. Luckily, Helga isn't done yet.
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