5 comments/ 27955 views/ 13 favorites Cassie's Fall By: freejack Cassie licked her lips, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door before her confidence failed her. She had decided last night before going to sleep that this trip was necessary, but upon waking this morning and facing actually having to go through with it, she had found herself not wanting to do it. All through breakfast and her usual morning routine, she had wavered back and forth, finally managing to talk herself out of it. Then, having gotten dressed and headed for the gym like normal, she found herself making a series of wrong turns until she found herself here, parked outside of Andrea's apartment. Now, waiting outside Andrea's front door at 10:00 in the morning, she was again confronted with the thought that this might not be the best idea. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and a lump was beginning to form in her throat as nervousness washed over her. There was probably no reason for her to be here anyway, she told herself. What had happened Tuesday had been a fluke, a one-time thing, which looking back, she had to admit she had most likely initiated. And there was no point in denying that she had liked it. Hell, she'd loved it! Just thinking about it had caused her to finger herself to multiple orgasms last night while Jack was at work. So why was she here? Why was she shivering on Andrea's doorstep (wearing only her gym clothes, freezing her butt off) at ten in the morning—a time when Jack was still snoring in bed and she should be at the gym? Because it was Thursday morning. Because of the last thing Andrea had said when she had walked out the door, that smug smile playing on her lips. "So, every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning is it?" Cassie hadn't thought too much of it at the time, (hell, her mind was barely functioning at all, her entire being still overwhelmed from the afterglow of multiple orgasms), but later that comment popped back into her mind and lodged there. She knew she shouldn't worry about it. Even though she and Jack had an open relationship that pretty much allowed them to do whatever they liked, they had agreed to always check with each other first. And as far as she knew he had never broken that trust. But this was Andrea. His ex. His gorgeous, sexual-goddess ex. A woman he had once loved dearly. They shared a past, a history that didn't involve her. And she was hot. So hot she made Cassie's knees weak. How could she not worry just a little? She steeled herself, and before she could change her mind, knocked on the door. She waited for what seemed like an eternity, her body shivering uncontrollably in the cold, her teeth threatening to chatter. She knocked again, waited some more, and was just about to give up hope Andrea was home and return to her car, when finally there was the sound of a lock turning. A moment later, the door cracked open and Andrea's sleepy, scowling face peered out at her. "Cassie? What the hell are you doing here?" Andrea's voice was thick with sleep, and Cassie realized she had woke her. Oh well. "We need to talk," Cassie replied, trying hard to sound normal and not let her nervousness show. "No, I need to sleep," Andrea retorted, "What do you want?" "Can I come in?" Cassie asked, "It's fucking freezing out here." Andrea eyed her for a minute, then muttered something that sounded like "fine" and disappeared back inside. Cassie followed her in, hurriedly closing the door behind them, just happy for the moment to be in from out of the cold. Her ears and nose were already tingling, and her nipples were painfully hard beneath her workout shirt and sports-bra. For some reason, she hoped they weren't showing. Andrea had disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, the sound of doors and drawers opening and shutting audible, so Cassie took off her shoes and waited where she was, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to warm herself. While she did so, she looked around. Andrea's apartment wasn't very big; the front door opened directly into the living room, which was fairly small and seemed even smaller for the couch, loveseat, coffee table, and entertainment center that were packed in it. Also, Andrea wasn't the tidiest person, and stacks of CDs, books, notebooks and other assorted stuff made the area seem even more constrained. Around the corner was the kitchen and very small dining area, while straight ahead was the bathroom and short hallway that led to the bedroom. Cassie knew this from the one previous time that she had been here, after her and Jack had met up with Andrea and some friends at the bar one night and returned here for some after-hours partying. Andrea reappeared from the kitchen and motioned her towards the couch, "You can sit down if you want. I put some coffee on, it should be ready in a couple minutes." Cassie moved to the couch and sat, watching as Andrea took up a spot across from her on the loveseat, tucking her legs up under her Indian-style. Dressed only in a pair of boxers and a wife-beater, her hair still tousled from sleep and with absolutely no makeup on, she still managed to look somehow sultry. Cassie hated her for it. No that wasn't exactly true, she didn't hate her—she was just slightly jealous. Okay, maybe more than slightly. Cassie knew that she herself was good looking. Hell, who was she kidding -- she was hot. She had heard it enough, (not just from guys, but from her girlfriends too, who all said how jealous they were of her) to accept it and be comfortable with the fact. Still, when she was around Andrea, she felt somehow inferior. Cassie was the all-american girl -- blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, trim, and athletic. Yet, Andrea's beauty seemed somehow exotic. Her dark lustrous hair, her piercing emerald eyes, her perfectly curved body all seemed to meld into something more than the parts themselves. She radiated pure animal magnetism, like some dark goddess of sex. Cassie felt it herself when looking upon her. Like right now. She couldn't help but notice how Andrea's dark nipples tented the thin fabric of her top. Couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at her exposed thighs, and think about the dark shadow that hovered just out of eye-sight behind those boxers. Couldn't help but remember being buried in that silky pussy. She quickly flicked her eyes back up to Andrea's face, but it was already too late. Andrea was smirking. She'd obviously caught Cassie peeking. It was confirmed a second later. "What? Couldn't wait for me to come to you?" Andrea purred, smiling that evil little smile. "Or do you not want to share with your man?" Cassie felt her face reddening uncontrollably and cursed herself. You stupid little bitch, get yourself under control. Jesus, this is what got you into this mess in the first place. She breathed in deeply and forced herself to stay calm. She cleared her throat. "Despite what you may think, I came here so we could talk about this situation." "What situation is that?" Andrea asked innocently. "You know what I'm talking about. About what happened on Tuesday." Andrea smiled even wider. "Oh. You mean when I fucked your man, and then you sucked his cum from my ass?" Andrea asked mockingly. "That situation?" Despite her best efforts, the scene flashed across her mind and a small jolt of unbidden pleasure spasmed through her pussy, making her have to fight hard not to moan out loud. That bitch. The way she said it -- so casually, so contemptuously -- made Cassie want to jump up and knock that silly little smirk right off her face. Unfortunately, it also made her pussy twinge with desire. Stay calm. Stay calm. She matched Andrea's smile and stared her straight in the eyes, trying hard to show her disdain. "Yeah. That situation." Andrea shrugged, unaffected by Cassie's stare. "Okay, so talk." You can do this, Cassie thought to herself, Just say what you've got to say. Be forceful. Make sure she knows you're serious. "Look Andrea... I'm not gonna tell you that I didn't enjoy Tuesday -- I did. I'm just here to tell you that it was a one-time thing. It's never going to happen again." "Is that so?" Andrea replied, lifting one eyebrow sardonically while simultaneously stifling a yawn. "Yes. That's so," Cassie replied evenly. "So I'm going to ask you, politely, to stay away from Jack and to stay away from our apartment." Andrea laughed. "Or what?" She laughed. She actually had the nerve to laugh. That fucking bitch. Cassie could feel the anger boiling up inside of her. She wanted to smack her, to punch her. Wanted to pull her hair and spit right in that arrogant, gorgeous face. But even as she thought that, she realized that she also wanted to lick her. Wanted to suck on those perfect tits. As much as she wanted to pummel her, to scratch her eyeballs out, she couldn't help but also think about eating her pussy, and -- god help her -- tonguing her tight little ass. She felt her panties dampen considerably. This was a mistake to come here, she thought, her mind and body at war with one another. A big mistake. Still, she forced a calm she didn't feel and tried to match Andrea's imperial attitude. "Or else I'll be forced to take action." "Yeah," Andrea replied haughtily, "What'cha gonna do, lick me to death?" Calm. Stay calm. The rage was starting to burn... and so was the desire. Why was it that when she got mad, she got horny? Who was the sick God that had made her that way? How was she supposed to feed off her anger to get things done, when all it made her want to do was get fucked? In any and every way possible? She stared at Andrea, trying hard not to show any weakness. "Actually, I have in my possession a number of tapes -- very explicit tapes -- that I'm guessing you, hmm, how should I put this... you might not want shared with the, uh, the entire world." To her credit, Andrea didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, her expression barely changed. She regarded Cassie with the same bored, condescending look that she'd already been wearing. "Are you trying to threaten me?" she asked coolly. "Threaten?" Cassie echoed. "No. No, of course not. I just thought that you might be curious as to where we stand." Andrea smirked again. "Where we stand? I'll tell you where we stand," she drawled. "Those tapes don't mean shit to me. You can show them to whoever you want -- I really don't care. Actually, some of them I'm rather proud of... But the thing is, you're not going to show them to anyone." "And why is that?" Cassie asked haughtily, trying to match Andrea at her own game. Andrea laughed merrily. "It's simple, my dear. They all feature Jack as well as me. And you're not going to show tapes of your man fucking someone else." She grinned wickedly. "Especially when he's doing it so well." Cassie's pulse was pounding, and she wanted to fly across the room and slam Andrea through the wall. Smug, little, arrogant bitch. Always lording over her about how good they'd been together. Instead, she answered, "I could blur out his face." Andrea laughed again. "I highly doubt that," she said flippantly. "But even if you managed, I'd just tell everyone what you'd done. Including Jack. You don't really want to answer all the questions that would bring up now, do you?" Cassie gritted her teeth. Fuck, fuck and double fuck. Andrea was right, and both of them knew it. Cassie would never post the videos of her and Jack together; that would only reinforce the very idea that she was trying so hard to subvert. Mainly, that her and Jack worked well together. There were a few videos of just Andrea, but they were simple masturbation videos, and Cassie believed her completely when she said that she didn't care who saw them. She probably would be proud, fucking slut... Cassie could hardly blame her though. She had seen the movies and somehow Andrea came off looking like a model in every one. And not your average model either, we're talking Adriana Lima category here. The solo videos actually looked more like works of art than homemade porn, and some of the videos of her and Jack... Cassie still couldn't figure out how someone could look so beautiful and goddess-like while doing such dirty, nasty things. But that was what she was up against. The bitch was hot. And not only did she know it -- she knew how to use it. Even now, fresh from bed, her hair a mess, and wearing a pair of ratty old boxers, she managed to look somehow both rumpled and alluring at the same time. A fact that she was certainly aware of as she rearranged her legs underneath her, showing off her smooth, sleek thighs. Cassie willed herself not to look, but ultimately couldn't help herself. Despite her best intentions, she found herself nearly salivating as she glimpsed Andrea's long legs and just a flash of the dark, silky hair that rested between them as she resettled herself. Memories of being trapped between those thighs, of her nose being buried in that dark tuft of fur, coursed through her mind and she felt herself getting weak in the knees. The syrupy sweetness of her pussy, the intoxicating smell... She realized suddenly that she'd gotten distracted and that Andrea was waiting on her for a response. She had nothing else to say though. She'd bluffed, and Andrea had called her on it. Without even batting an eye. She should have known better. She knew how Andrea was: arrogant, commanding, not someone to take easily to blackmail. This plan hadn't really had much of a chance from the get-go, now that she thought about it. She should have taken more time. Should have planned better. Thought of something that would have played to Andrea's sense of superiority. But she hadn't had more time. Today was Thursday. The day that Andrea had threatened to return to their apartment. She'd had to come up with something on the fly, something to try and head the situation off before it could keep rolling. Unfortunately, she had failed. Now she was standing here clueless. The least she could have done was come up with a back-up plan. Or an exit strategy. She felt momentarily lost. And stupid. Andrea was eyeing her with an amused, smug expression, and Cassie had no idea what to do next. She wanted to turn and flee, to get away from this succubus that so infuriated her and made her so weak at the same time, but knew if she did, she would have accomplished nothing here. If anything it would only show Andrea her weakness, and further encourage her to continue messing with both her and Jack. Yet the longer she stayed, the more she felt things spiraling out of control, and she was afraid what might happen if she didn't leave soon. She thought desperately for a way out. "Cat got your tongue," Andrea purred sexily, interrupting Cassie's thoughts. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs again, slower this time, presenting Cassie a perfect view. "That's too bad. I was just thinking of something you could do with it." The suggestion was all too blatant, and Cassie hated herself for not being able to disregard it at once. The desire to do as Andrea had insinuated -- to go to her, and kneel down before her, and worship that perfect, pink pussy -- was almost overpowering. Memories flashed through her mind, and her body was tingling with desire. She could feel her pussy leaking like a sieve and knew that her nipples were rock-hard as well. Her body was a cyclone of passions and emotions, and she felt herself spinning out of control. It took every ounce of her considerable effort to pull her mind away from the wanton desire to give herself over to Andrea's will. "Fuck you, bitch," she said, unable to think of anything else. Andrea smiled sweetly. "That's precisely what I was talking about." Cassie wanted to punch her, wanted to rip her face off. Unfortunately, she wanted to eat her even more. Wanted to bathe in her sweet, syrupy juices. Her pussy was on fire, and it was trying to take over her body. She needed to get out of here. Now. She turned to leave, but Andrea's voice sounded behind her. "No? Don't feel like playing yet?" she asked with false innocence. "That's okay. I can wait another hour. Besides, it'll be better for you that way. By the time you get home, Jack can have me all nice and steamy down there. That is how you liked it, right?" Cassie spun back around. Her hands clenched into fists. She felt like screaming. She was so pissed that she could feel the blood surging to her face, could feel it pounding in her chest, could feel it racing through her clit. God, she wanted to kill her! Wanted to punch, and kick... and bite... and lick... and suck.... Control, she tried commanding herself, control, goddamnit. Get yourself under control. But control wasn't easy to come by. Andrea noticed her clenched fists, saw the looked of restrained fury on her face. "Uh oh, did I say something I shouldn't have?" she asked, lifting one hand to her mouth in a fake show of surprise. A moment later, however, her expression changed. Her eyes sparkled dangerously and her tone took on a hint of steel. "Look, I think we both know why you're here. No need for us to play games. If you need me to beat you down first so that you can lie to yourself afterwards, I'll do it. But to be honest, it's pretty early in the morning and I haven't even had my first cup of coffee yet, so... let's be civilized. Why don't you just come over here nicely, get down on your knees, and wrap that pretty, little cunt-licking mouth around my pussy, so that we can both get what we want and be on with our day?" Cassie was so stunned, at first she didn't know how to respond. Her anger whipped through her like a wildfire, inflaming her in more ways than one, but her mind was spinning at Andrea's words. "...we both know why you're here." Was there any truth to that? Could there be? She tried telling herself that there wasn't. That there couldn't be. But her mind was suddenly having a hard time fully believing it. Had she just been fooling herself? Had she come here on false pretenses, secretly hoping for something else? Her need to tell Andrea off, to make sure she stayed away from their apartment -- was it in actuality a need to see her, to make sure she didn't stay away? Was that possible? There was no denying that her pussy was drenched. That her nipples were hard little diamonds of pleasurable pain. There was no denying that the thought of going over and doing what Andrea had suggested -- 'wrap that pretty, little cunt-licking mouth around my pussy' -- was imploring to her. That its crude suggestiveness was appealing, demanding. Almost... overpowering. No! That's not true, she told herself. That's not why you came here. You came here to tell her off, to tell her to stay away from you and Jack! Don't let her trick you once again. Don't let her deceive you with coercing words and some flashing of skin. You are not her bitch! You are her better and you need to show her that. Her fists were still clenched and she could feel her nails digging painfully into her palms. Yes, she thought, focusing on the pain, that's what you need to do. Go over there and let her feel those fists, let her feel those nails. Show that whore who's really the boss. She started across the room, blood pounding in her ears, racing through her veins. Her footsteps were sure and confident. Her fists clenched tight. Eyes blazing with a fire to match the infernal flames of hell. Andrea watched her come, that same snide smile still curling the corners of her perfect lips. The same careless dismissal dancing about her eyes. She didn't rise to meet Cassie, didn't look the least bit alarmed as Cassie bore down upon her. Instead, she spread her legs wide -- a mocking invitation. Cassie's Fall Cassie closed the remaining distance quickly. Leaned over and swung out with flailing arms and clutching hands— —grasped the bottom of Andrea's boxers and ripped them roughly down her long, smooth legs. Tossed them carelessly aside. She fell to her knees, burying her face in Andrea's fragrant, now-accessible crotch. A pent-up primal whimper escaping from her as her tongue slid out, searching blindly for Andrea's sweet moisture. And then she was there. Her lips met Andrea's. Her tongue slipped gently between them. And she began to slurp at Andrea's ripe deliciousness like a man (or in this case, woman) dying of thirst. Her mind still screamed at her, lashing and berating her for her weakness and stupidity, but her body didn't care. It responded eagerly to Andrea's tart taste and heady, pungent aroma, the latter of which now hovered about her like a thick mind-numbing fog. It blanketed her with a warm, pervasive sense of pleasure. A feeling of comfort and hominess. Like the smell of a fresh-baked apple pie was to some, then so the scent of Andrea's pussy was to her. She couldn't say why this was... it just was. She had always liked the smell of pussy, hers included, but something about being buried in Andrea's sweltering confines, just sent her over the top. It was rich and thick, and ever so naughty. She buried her face deeper into Andrea's crotch, rubbing her nose back and forth in her silky, raven-hued triangle and was suddenly glad that she had came so early. This way she'd gotten to Andrea before she showered and washed away the previous day's accumulated sweat and smell. She sniffed long and hard, inhaling deeply of that redolent aroma that was Andrea, pulling it deep inside of her, relishing in its dirtiness. Oh god, it was good! So strong and heady. So intoxicating! The last time Andrea had been fresh from the shower, smelling of shampoo and shower gel; this time she was fresh from bed, smelling all natural -- of pussy and sweat and a tinge of urine. Cassie luxuriated in it, breathing it in, her tongue probing deep into Andrea's molten depths. And the taste was every bit as exquisite as the smell. Salty and sweet, dirty yet delectable. An intoxicating ambrosia that rivaled anything she could imagine. Flattening her tongue, she delved up and down Andrea's awakening slit, slurping up mouthfuls of the thick, welling nectar. Coating her mouth and lips and throat; doing her best to drown in Andrea's juices. Her own pussy was leaking just as copiously, saturating her panties, turning them into a sodden mess. She could feel them clinging stickily to her pussy and ass, further highlighting the itch between her legs. An itch that needed satisfying. Reaching back, she pawed at her pussy through her shorts, rubbing at it furiously, using no tact, wanting to punish the traitorous organ as much as pleasure it. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Andrea purred knowingly, her long fingers entangling themselves in Cassie's golden hair. Holding her face tightly in place, even though Cassie had no intentions of going anywhere. "You love that pussy, don't you?" Cassie could only moan in response, her lips and tongue too busy probing Andrea's moist folds to respond. She did love that pussy. Loved how soft and wet and tight it was. How snugly it seemed to wrap around her questing tongue, glazing her taste buds in thick, delicious cream. She loved it more than anything in the world. But she hated it too. Hated how pretty and pink and perfect it was! Hated how maddeningly wonderful it smelled, how impossibly delicious it tasted. Hated that there was not a single, little, tiny thing wrong with it. But mostly she hated how much power it held over her, how she couldn't seem to refuse it. She hated that even as she was cursing herself for a fool, reminding herself just how much she hated Andrea, she couldn't seem to pull herself away from worshipping the bitch's wet and weeping cunt. It was an odd feeling knowing that the only thing more powerful than her hate of Andrea's perfect pussy, was the pure depraved delight she received from subjecting herself submissively before it. How is that even possible? Why is it that a girl that irks me so much, a girl that I loathe—and let's be honest, a girl that I'm jealous of—can somehow enflame me like no other? Why does debasing myself before her, catering to her needs, make my pussy so god-damn fucking hot? Make my whole body tingle like it was struck by lightning? Why goddammit, why? She didn't know, but there was no denying the truth. Her pussy was on fire. Threatening to burn a hole right through her gym shorts. Already her fingers were damp and slippery where her juices were beginning to soak through, and she couldn't remember ever having been so wet in her life. Not even with Jack. Her nipples were rock-hard little diamonds within the tight confines of her athletic bra, trying desperately to burst free, to poke their way through the thin, stretchy fabric. Even the slightest touch to them sent dizzying waves of almost-agonizing pleasure surging through her, and she began to sway light from side to side, dragging them across the smooth, brown flesh of Andrea's knees. All the while, her tongue continued to probe. Digging deeper and deeper into Andrea's molten depths, sucking and slurping up every last bit of moisture she could find. Occasionally, she'd run it up to Andrea's little nub, giving it a couple of moan-inducing licks. But mostly she concentrated on lapping up all the delicious juices flowing from Andrea's simmering well. Her own moans enveloped Andrea's and drowned them out. Deep throaty grunts that she was unable to hold back. They welled up from somewhere deep inside her and spilled out into the cavernous area between Andrea's spread legs, seeming to echo back at her mockingly. She was embarrassed and ashamed, thinking that the grunts made her sound like a little piglet. But that shame and embarrassment only furthered her degradation. Making her that much hotter between the legs. She wondered what was wrong with her. Wondered how she should get such exquisite pleasure from degrading herself so -- and in front of the one person in the world that she least wanted to, no less. Yet there was no denying it. Her whole body was a live wire, and the thought of her as a little piglet, wallowing about on the floor, rooting around in Andrea's dark pussy, was enough to send her over the top. An orgasm rocketed through her, causing her whole body to tense up and shake. Like she had been hooked up to powerful electrodes. Cum spewed into her already saturated shorts and panties, dripping out over the sides and onto her cupped hand below, and her grunts became high-pitched whimpers. Whimpers that spoke of both pain and pleasure -- and an undeniable loss of control. She quivered and thrashed as the joy of release rushed through her in rippling waves, and was only prevented from falling on her face by the presence of Andrea's fingers entwined in her hair. They held her tightly in place, and even as Cassie was cumming, her tongue continued to lap blindly and obediently at Andrea's flowing slit. Trying to please her new mistress with pure animal-like need. "Oh shit," Andrea mused, "you really like that, don't you? The taste of my unwashed pussy?" She twined her fingers even tighter into Cassie's hair, smearing Cassie's wet and shiny face around her swollen gash. "You must. You must really love it, to cum that hard and that quick. God, what a slut you are. What a filthy, dirty, cunt-loving slut." Cassie could only moan in response, her eyes rolling back in her head as another orgasm rippled through her. She hadn't even touched herself this time. The climax being brought on solely from Andrea's caustic words. From the dominance they portended and the humiliating images they implanted in her brain. Oh fuck, she's right. A slut—that's what I am. A dirty, cunt-licking, cunt-loving slut. Her cunt-licking slut! She looked up into Andrea's dark, sultry eyes and saw that knowledge reflected there. Realized that Andrea had known it well before she had. That the bitch had been toying with her as easily as a cat plays with a mouse. The corner of Andrea's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, and an involuntary shiver ran throughout the length of Cassie's body, ending at her clit. "Don't worry, my pet," Andrea purred, sliding forward on the loveseat, repositioning herself so that her bare ass was mostly hanging over the edge. "I didn't forget how much you enjoyed my other hole too." Those long, nimble fingers began to forcefully push Cassie lower as she spoke, leaving no doubt of her intention. A portion of Cassie's mind rebelled, knowing full well what Andrea wanted. And knowing full well what it would mean if she gave in. She had come here to tell Andrea off, to make it clear to the bitch that she and Jack were no longer interested in any further rendezvous... and in that, she had clearly failed. But if she allowed Andrea to continue with this next step, not only would she have lost this battle—she'd have lost the war. She'd be Andrea's -- mind, body, and soul. Unfortunately, the remaining portion of Cassie's mind (along with her body and soul apparently) cared little about this fact. It wanted only to continue invoking the incredible tidal waves of ecstasy that were pouring over her. And subjecting herself to further shame by cleansing Andrea's tight little asshole with her tongue seemed like just the thing that would do it. In fact, just the thought of it -- the thought of tasting Andrea's dirtiness -- had her trembling already. Ready to erupt. She let Andrea's fingers push her lower. Fighting back only hard enough to make it feel as if Andrea was actually forcing her to go through with this naughty deed, and not that she was truly raring to go. After all, she didn't want to appear too obedient and willing a slut that Andrea grew tired of her. Besides, it was the fighting, the battle against not only Andrea but her own nature, that was one of—if not the biggest—contributing factors to her unparalleled arousal. To that purpose, as her tongue slipped from Andrea's well-lubricated cunt and was forced ever lower, she took the opportunity to look up at Andrea and whimper. "No. Please don't make me." Andrea grinned her wicked grin, well enough versed in this little game to see Cassie's pleas for what they really were. Her fingers tightened and she pushed Cassie forcefully lower. "But my dear, you did so love it the other day. Didn't' you? Getting my tight little asshole all wet and ready for Jack's big cock? I swear I could hear you moaning as you were worming that long tongue up inside of me." Cassie trembled as another shiver of shame rippled through her. Andrea was right—she had been moaning as she sucked and slobbered over Andrea's dark hole on Tuesday. Moaning like a little bitch in heat. She could still recall how hot and tight it had been, how eagerly she had reamed her tongue up inside. What a good obedient slut she had been! She'd told herself afterward that she'd just been caught up in the moment, that it hadn't really meant anything. Even going so far as telling herself that it had only been done for Jack's pleasure, to satisfy the lusty yearning in his eyes (never mind that she'd already been licking Andrea before she'd even known he was there). But here she was two days later, about to revisit her most intimate encounter with Andrea's nether region. And this time, Jack wasn't here to pass the blame to. She was pushed lower. Until her mouth was poised before that yawning orifice, her nose hovering directly above it. Andrea's smell washed over her in a wave, dark and dank, and oh so dirty. No flowery shower-gel to mask her scent this time, but instead a full day's worth of sweat and grime to accentuate it. Time enough to ripen into something pervasive and powerful. Something potent. Cassie breathed it in, inhaling deeply. Savoring it like she would a dark, beautiful rose. She knew what a ridiculous thing it was—to be sniffing another girl's ass, and becoming incredibly turned on by it—yet she couldn't help herself. The smell was riveting. A combination of sweat and musk and excrement, blended together perfectly into something that became much more than the sum of its parts. Something deep and primal. Something as ancient as sex itself. As the scent ascended Cassie's nostrils, it triggered within her all sorts of unwanted urges. Animalistic desires she could no longer fight. Most obviously was the urge to taste that which she could now smell. The unparalleled desire to run her tongue all around that moist, fragrant hole; to lick and suck and probe at its fetid depths, to savor the acrid tang she knew could be found there. To demean herself in the basest way possible. Yet beyond that, deep down within, skulking in the shadows of her soul, was an maybe even more compelling urge. The urge to give herself completely to this woman. To slip the bonds of her own morality, and allow Andrea the reins of control. To let Andrea do things to her, and... force her to do things in return. Things that she would never have dreamed of doing herself. Never thought herself capable of. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it, stop it, stop it! This is absurd! You are not some kind of submissive lesbian slut. You are not her pet! Her toy! What the fuck is wrong with you? Get up right now and punch the bitch in the face, then get the fuck out of here! You don't have to do this. But she did. As much as her conscious mind may not have wanted her to, as much as she knew what a slippery slope she was sliding down, her body and her psyche needed it. Craved it. Like an addict needing her next fix. She knew it was wrong but she was powerless to stop, and when Andrea gazed down at her with smoky eyes and ordered "Lick", she obediently stuck out her tongue and swiped it across Andrea's taut pucker. The bitter, earthy flavor of Andrea's asshole exploded across her taste buds, and her body exploded in response. A deep, powerful orgasm that threatened control of her bodily functions and caused her to wail keenly into Andrea's wide-splayed thighs. Her body shook and shivered, her pussy churned out a fresh deluge of girl cum into her already-overflowing panties, and a somewhat unladylike fart slipped from between her raised cheeks. She had lost it on every level, and still, despite her embarrassment at her body's betrayal —despite her abject mortification—the only thought that continued to pulse through her mind was, So good, so good, so fucking good! Andrea's mocking laughter drifted down around Cassie like a scornful snowfall, but instead of cooling her down, all it did was frantically fuel her fire. Her tongue reached out for Andrea's moist, decadent tightness once again and this time there was no hesitation. No thoughts of turning back. She was Andrea's pet...her toy...her ass-licking, ass-cleansing slut. And she loved it. Wanted nothing more. She ground her face forward, moving deeper into Andrea's sweltering confines. Inhaling deeply of the cloying odour of unwashed pussy and ass. It smelled so fucking good! So dirty and wrong... and yet somehow so incredibly right. So natural, as if she had been meant for this. She groaned loudly, all the while her tongue continuing to lap at Andrea's hot asshole. Tracing every little crease and pucker, swirling lovingly about its dark folds. Kissing it as deeply and passionately as she would a long lost lover. Her body thrummed in ecstasy, her nipples and clit bullet points of white-hot fire that were burning her up from the inside. The forbidden taste of Andrea's ass had covered her tongue, was oozing joyfully, deliciously over her newly-discerning palate, and she wondered why she had ever doubted this. Why she had fought so hard against it. This is where she was meant to be. This is what she was meant to do. Here on her knees, willfully servicing this beautiful, powerful, demented sex-goddess. Seeing to her every need. She wormed her tongue deeper, wanting more. Wanting to taste the fetid depths of Andrea's ass. Overjoyed with the knowledge of what she was doing, of the sordid lows to which she was sinking. She was grunting like a little piglet once again but no longer cared. It seemed only fitting, as she was wallowing about in her own self-loathing and disgust the way a pig wallowed in the mud. Having been reduced to nothing but an animal. "Atta girl," Andrea hissed, staring down from on high. "That's it. Get in there nice and deep. Show me how much you really want it." Just like before, Andrea's words were fuel on Cassie's fire, travelling straight from her ears to her cunt, ratcheting up her levels of lust to previously unknown heights. She moaned out her acquiescence, mouth too busy to talk, and continued to probe at Andrea's tight sphincter, forcing her tongue into a point and driving it firmly and forcefully inside of her like it was a small, squirming cock. Fucking that ass just like her boyfriend had two days ago. Meanwhile, her nose was also sliding up and down Andrea's wet, aroused gash and the combination of having both holes worked over at once was quickly becoming more than the dark-haired beauty could handle. Andrea's hands twisted themselves even tighter into Cassie's golden hair and she began to hump her crotch forward, grinding herself savagely against Cassie's smeared and saturated face. All the while, raining insults down upon her from above. "You like that? You like the taste of my ass? My dirty, sweaty, smelly ass?" She scooted forward even farther, hooking her legs up and over the arms of the chair. Spreading herself wide for Cassie's questing tongue. "God, you're such a fucking whore. Such a filthy disgusting, ass-eating whore. Too bad your boyfriend isn't here to fill me full of cum, I know how much you enjoyed that." Cassie groaned out a response, a deliciously wicked image forming in her mind. Andrea was right, it was too bad Jack wasn't here. The thought of licking his cum from her ass, from her pussy...or from anywhere else on her perfect body, was suddenly one of the most erotic things she could possibly imagine. She wondered why she had ever been against it in the first place. Andrea may have been thinking along the same lines. She twisted Cassie's head viciously to the side, forcing Cassie to look up at her. "Ain't that right, slut? You loved sucking Jack's cum from my ass, didn't you? Slurping up his spunk from my dirty, stretched-out asshole? It made you so hot, didn't it?" Cassie stared up at her tormentor with reckless abandon, her eyes clearly conveying the dark, awful truth. Her body was as taut and quivery as a piano string, and each one of Andrea's shouted insults were like fingers plucking out a tune. She moaned and mewled helplessly, shivering through the throes of unadulterated ecstasy. That wasn't enough to satisfy Andrea though. She suddenly realized just how much she was enjoying dominating this stupid little Barbie doll. What had started as some simple fun—just seeing what she could get away with, seeing how far she could push the little slut before she snapped—had now turned into something more. Something far, far better. She felt a powerful orgasm building up deep inside. She jerked Cassie's head violently to the side once more. "Answer me slut! Tell me how much you like it. How much you crave my ass!" She accentuated this last part by spitting lewdly down onto her upturned face. Cassie felt the spittle splatter onto her face, and groaned loudly as another shiver of shameful pleasure flashed throughout her body. "Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, still staring Andrea in the eyes. "I love your ass! Your dirty, sweaty ass. It tastes so fucking good!" Cassie's Fall Andrea grinned down at her evilly. "And its smell? You like how it smells?" Cassie cocked her head (as much as Andrea's grip would allow) to the side, and positioned her nose up close to Andrea's tight asshole. She sniffed deeply and repeatedly. "Yes! Fuck yes! It smells so good." "My ass? My dirty ass?" "Yes," Cassie panted, sniffing some more. "Your dirty ass. I love your dirty, lovely, filthy ass!" "And what's that make you?" "A whore," Cassie hissed, each word sending a jolt of mind-numbing joy through her. "A dirty...ass-licking... ass-sniffing whore." Andrea's hand tightened in Cassie's hair, eliciting a searing stab of pleasurable pain. "And whose whore are you?" "Yours!" Cassie whispered. "I'm your whore. Your dirty, little ass-whore." "That's right," Andrea sneered, wrenching her head back into position. "Now show me! Show me how much you love my ass. Lick it! Taste it! Show it some love!" Cassie thrust out her tongue, lapping eagerly at the object of her desire. Savoring the dark, acrid taste and heavy, pungent aroma that enveloped her once again. She should have been disgusted with herself. She should have been outraged, furious beyond belief. But instead, all she felt was a blind, compelling need to please. To please her new mistress. To please the animalistic urges within herself. And from the sounds of it moments later, she was doing quite well. Her own muffled grunts and moans drowned out by Andrea's throaty gasps and passion-spit degradations. "Oh fuck. Fuck, yeah. That's it. Eat my ass. Eat it you slut! Ohhh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" One of Andrea's hands twisted free from Cassie's hair and went instead to her own flat, olive stomach. There it lay, splayed and trembling, middle finger extended through her dark, raven bush to claw at the erect, aching clit below. Cassie stared on in awe, watching as it rhythmically flicked that enticing, little pink nub, and couldn't help reaching back into her own sodden panties to do likewise, still licking, still sucking, listening intently as Andrea continued to urge them on. "Yeah that's it. That's it, you filthy, fucking whore. Get your tongue up in there. Up in there nice and deep! Taste my shit!" Cassie felt a shudder of perverse delight at the coarse and taboo word. A shame so deep that it was impossible to ignore. So this is it? This is what you've allowed yourself to be dragged down to? her mind wondered. Lapping eagerly at another girl's asshole, while she berates you to taste her shit? You're fucking pathetic. But pathetic or not, there was no denying the fire burning inside her. The inferno of hunger and lust that had been whipped up by Andrea's caustic, demeaning words. She was a slave to the shame. A prisoner in her own body. And inside the fire was building, burning ever hotter, threatening to consume her entirely. "Fuck! That's it, you whore! That's it! Keep licking! Just like that! Oh, oh, oh, yes. Yes! You're gonna make me cum! Oh, fuck!" Andrea wailed, her long onyx-tipped finger picking up its pace. Cassie did as told, continuing her frantic licking even as her own fingers dug furiously into her sloppy, squelching pussy. Keeping in time with Andrea as the two of them rapidly stroked themselves to the final culmination. "Yes! Yes! Oh god, YES!" Andrea shrieked, her long, supple legs coming back from their spread position to wrap tightly around Cassie's head, holding it firmly in place as she ground out her final strokes. "Oh shit! FUCK! Gonna cum...gonna cum... gonna... gonna... fuckfuckfuck... fu—UGHHHH!" Cassie heard Andrea's scream, felt the massive orgasm tear through her. Felt her body go momentarily rigid as a piece of steel; strong, svelte thighs gripping her head with almost crushing force, tight, pulsing asshole clenching her tongue with a vice-like grip. A warm splattering of thick, creamy girl-cum splashed her face, stinging her eye and clogging up her nose. At the same time, her own orgasm rolled up over her like a tsunami. Drowning out everything else with its pure, primal force. Burying her beneath an avalanche of orgasmic, pulsing bliss. Rapture as great as she'd ever experienced. Rolling over her in continuous, undulating waves. She fell back on her haunches, barely aware that she'd been shoved there, still reeling, still riding the crests of her orgasm. Her heart was pounding like a drum and she was gasping for breath like a deep-sea diver just come up for air, but she hardly noticed. Her senses were numb. The only thing she could feel in any true sense was the serene, radiating warmth extending outward from her cunt. Soon enough that faded though, and the truth of where she was and knowledge of what she had just done came rushing back in like a freight train. She felt her cheeks go red (and yes, her pussy twitched too) at the realization of what she must look like. Her face was covered with Andrea's goo, her hand was still lodged firmly in panties so sogged down and saturated that she wondered if she hadn't pissed them, and the dark taste of Andrea's ass clung cloyingly to every square inch of her mouth. She jerked her hand clumsily from her panties, and was trying to figure out how to make a graceful retreat, when Andrea stood up. Even now she looked beautiful. All heated and flushed from orgasm, nipples tenting the thin fabric of her tank-top. Labia glistening with Cassie's saliva. "Shit, not bad Blondie," she said, reaching down to clean off her cum-coated finger in Cassie's hair. "And all before I had my morning piss. So anyway... well, you know where the door is." And she stepped around Cassie and sauntered towards the open bathroom. Just before closing the door behind her though, she gave one last, lingering look over her shoulder, those dark, cruel eyes shining bright. Cassie remained where she was for a handful of seconds, heart thudding painfully in her chest, mouth suddenly dry. She spent a long, hard moment staring at the outside door, then turned and began to slowly crawl on hands and knees towards the bathroom. And her mistress beyond.