Dungeons and Dalliances

5.03 – Intimate Viewing II

How had this happened?

Five minutes ago, she'd been sitting on the couch, annoyed at the lewd noises coming from her teammates' room. Now, she was spread out on the bed, a sweaty, naked Jordan pressed into her, both of them bouncing as Natalie, between their legs, plowed into her with even more energy than before. And she'd already been going at it like an animal.

"Her cock feels so good," Jordan murmured into Sofia's ear, shamelessly, the words earnest and husky. The way she was rubbing against Sofia with each bounce was incredibly obscene, setting her on fire. Jordan's tits, bare, pressed into her own, her nipples poking through her uniform. The sensation was electric. She felt like she was melting, and neither of them were even doing anything to her.

Well. By the standards of what they were doing to each other, at least.

"Is our gross voyeur at a loss for words?" Jordan asked, propping herself up and forcing her face into Sofia's vision. She grabbed either side of her head, cradling her. "Cat got your tongue?"

The lewd bouncing of their bodies served as a backdrop for Jordan's teasing. Sofia couldn't focus on anything besides the smacks of flesh. Natalie, jack-hammering into Jordan, making her sweaty, naked body bounce and rock against her own.

"It's kinda mean, getting her big, fat, juicy cock all to myself," Jordan said, still cradling her face. "You should just admit you want it. I mean, how long are you going to pretend? You can't keep lying to yourself. It's not healthy." She leaned closer. Her lips hovered less than an inch from Sofia's. "You want Nat inside you. Her huge, thick, hot girl cock splitting you open. Just say it for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sofia mumbled, the words falling apart, getting quieter, as she went. The contrast between the humiliating words, and the way Jordan's hands cradled her face, her friendly but taunting eyes, was doing something strange to her. 

Dealing with Natalie alone was next to impossible. Having Jordan on the offense, while Natalie was making them both bounce? Sofia could only say one thank-you—that Natalie seemed lost in Jordan's pussy, rapidly coming unglued as her thrusting made the entire bedframe creak. Not paying attention to her and Jordan's conversation.

"You can do it," Jordan said. Her thumb gently stroked Sofia's cheek. "It'll feel good, you know. To give up. To accept your place. On your knees. Her plaything. Her cock slut. You might be better than Natalie in a sparring ring, but in this arena, you're nothing—and you know it."

"I ..."

"There's no shame. You know it's true. A girl like you is meant to be a cock sleeve. Who cares about image? Status? What people think about you? Giving in would feel so good. So just do it."

The words thrilled through her. How did Jordan know exactly what to say to turn her insides into a hot mess? Voicing the thoughts Sofia refused to acknowledge—digging into her secret desires, drawing out a pulsing lust that radiated across her. Did she really see through her that easily? Because that was all she wanted. To give in. To stop caring so much. Not that she would ever admit it out loud. Or even to herself.

This woman was far, far more dangerous than Natalie.

"No?" Jordan asked after Sofia only panted into her face, unable to muster a response. "Not there, yet?" Her closeness threatened to give Sofia a heart attack. She smelled so thickly of sex it made her head swim. "That's fine. You haven't had a taste yet. You won't last long, once you do. But, I have one more question."

"What is it?" Sofia breathed.

"Can I kiss you? While your Master finishes inside me?"

Sofia stared at her.

Then, she nodded.

Jordan's lips met her own. She pried open Sofia's mouth, her tongue slipping against her own. Sofia surrendered to the advance, melting into her.

At the same time, Jordan gave into the climax she'd been fighting. She started to shake atop Sofia, and her moans went straight into Sofia's throat, kissing her even as she shuddered and came apart, Natalie's hips slammed into her over and over, her whole body rocking into Sofia.

Natalie fell forward next, elbows propping to either side of them, sandwiching Jordan even tighter into Sofia as she also came to her peak. Natalie's hips arched forward, shoving Jordan's lower half hard onto Sofia's, groaning loudly.

Cumming inside Jordan.

While Jordan was on top of her.

Kissing her.

Natalie, spilling hot, sticky seed straight into Jordan's womb.

The thought, for some shameful reason, pushed Sofia over the edge—a shockingly sudden arrival, coming from nowhere. Panic coursed through her as the most pathetic whimper she'd ever made escaped her, muffled by Jordan's mouth.

It wasn't fair. She was cumming? How? She'd barely been touched. Only glancingly as Jordan bounced atop her. Had the situation really set her on fire that much? She'd been brought that close to the edge just by Jordan's teasing? And the kiss?

She had to hide it. Natalie couldn't see. It was too embarrassing. Coming while barely being touched.

But ecstasy coursed through her like molten metal. Her whole body quivered, and her hips, pressed down by the two girls, tried to lift, only for the weight of them to keep her down. She wiggled and ground herself into Jordan, getting what contact she could, climaxing even while Natalie kept pouring a hot load into Jordan. The pleasure crashed through her with an intensity she'd never experienced.

Her only saving grace was that Natalie and Jordan were too lost in their own orgasm to notice. Or, that was what she hoped.

Finally, the mortifying moment passed, and Sofia went limp beneath them, panting and sweating. Jordan pressed her head down in the blankets next to Sofia. All three of them panted and caught their breath, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs.

"That easily?" Jordan murmured, turning to look at Sofia from the corner of her eye. She chuckled, her words less than a whisper, only audible to Sofia. "You naughty girl. I won't tell. We're really gonna have fun with you, aren't we?"