Unspoken Pleasure

I gave Ashley a smile indicating that Sabrina was correct. But instead Ashley dared, “I dare you to dance for us.”

This was actually worse than eating her pussy, as I was an awkward dancer unless I’d practiced a cheerleader routine. But Karen got up and plugged in her iPod and after a couple seconds of searching, a song began to play. It was Brittany Spears’ ‘I am a Slave for U.’ I stood up and began dancing awkwardly to the song. All the more awkward since I was wearing four-inch heels. The song seemed to go on forever as I wiggled my butt, slid my hands up and down my breasts, and then assuming the persona of a stripper, I moved to Ashley and did a sexy lap dance for her. Ashley stared, obsessed with my seductive moves as I teased her, bringing my body so close to her tall body before moving away. I didn’t have to bend down at all to get my mouth real close to her small breasts and reach out my lips as if I was about to kiss them. The song finally ended and I returned to my chair.

Karen then said, “Dare or dare?”

I smiled, realizing the game had changed.

“Um, that’s a tough one! How about… dare?” I joked before adding, “And Mistress Karen, since it’s your dare, how about something really daring? There isn’t anything I won’t do for you, so just go for it!”

Karen gave me a huge grin and paused to think of something before chugging the rest of her beer and saying, handing me the empty beer bottle, “You got it, slut! Fuck yourself to an orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress Karen, no problem,” I agreed as I stood up to accept the bottle from her. I then removed my skirt and positioned my chair so everyone would have a good view before sitting back down and beginning to rub the bottle around my pussy lips. I slid the narrow top of the bottle inside my very wet pussy. I began to move the top half of the bottle in and out as I rubbed my swollen clit, soon becoming lost in the sensations and completely oblivious to the three sets of eyes watching me.

As I began moaning, Sabrina demanded, “Shove the bottle deeper, dyke.”

“Yes, Mistress Sabrina,” I moaned as I attempted to push the wider part of the bottle into my tight pussy. I let out a groan as the wider part of the bottle, wider than any toy that had ever been used to fuck me, slowly penetrated me. My groan became a whimper as a slight jolt of pain quivered throughout my body. I continued to push it gradually in deeper, until most of the bottle was filling my pussy.

I didn’t notice Sabrina until her hand had slapped mine aside and began to pump the bottle vigorously in and out of me. “Take it all, you fucking slut,” she barked as she fucked me ruthlessly. I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I was assaulted by the bottle. But eventually my juices lubricated my entrance enough that the pain subsided and I began to thoroughly enjoy this bottle domination.

“I’m close to an orgasm,” I gasped, “Please Mistress Karen, may I cum?”

“Do it, slut! Cum for us!”

“Thank you, Mistress! Sabrina, fuck me harder! Please get me off!”

Sabrina then jammed all but the last inch inside me and left it there while I screamed, “Yesssssssss!” and an intense orgasm hit me and my cum flooded out, strong enough to wash the the bottle completely out of me!

Sabrina was back in her chair, grinning ferally, “You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Sabrina,” I moaned, “you have that exactly right,” the continuing orgasm still bringing great pleasure to my whole body.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sabrina retrieved the bottle from the (thankfully clean) floor, handed it to me and ordered, “Clean off your juices, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress Sabrina, gladly,” I obeyed, taking the bottle and deep throating it like a cock. I then removed it and licked around the rest of the bottle, retrieving any last juice.

Sabrina then looked arrogantly to Karen, “So can I use this cunt yet?”

Karen said nothing, but suddenly her face looked very fierce and she started glaring at Sabrina before slowly rising to her feet, silently showing her power. It was obvious that she was our leader and had great power and dominion over us, and she hadn’t even said a word!

Suddenly she barked like Sabrina had barked at me but in a much louder voice, “Slut Sabrina, you may NOT use that cunt yet! Not until you pay your own dues!”

“Excuse me?” Sabrina objected defiantly, cowed, but trying not to show it.

“You have been questioning my decisions all week. You must PAY for your lack of loyalty.”

“How so?” Sabrina asked, a little less defiant and a little more visibly worried.

Karen went to a bag, pulled out a thick butt plug and ordered, “Fuck yourself to an orgasm with this.”

Sabrina looked at it disgustedly and refused, “Fuck it yourself, bitch. I would never do that.”

Karen held the plug inches from Sabrina’s face, trembling with fury but keeping it under control. She asserted, “Not only will you do it, you mealy worm…” she began as she grabbed a camcorder from her bag, “… you will do it on camera.”

“No way!” Sabrina cried out, shocked.

Karen continued, now in a reasonable, level voice, “Look, my toxic little bitch. You have two choices. You will either do as you’re told or you won’t, and either way I win.

“If you do, then going forward you will join Jenny in being my little lez slave as well, but you also may, I do mean may, subject to my whim at any time, get to use Jenny as your own little dyke slave.”

“On the other foot, the one in your ass, if you don’t submit to me immediately, I will officially and publicly kick you off the team and since I don’t really like you that much, that won’t be much of a loss.”

Sabrina was seething as she retaliated, “Then I’ll just go and tell Coach Hopkins you’re threatening me.”

Karen laughed as she replied, some pictures almost magically appearing in her hand, “You may certainly do that if you wish, for my rebuttal I’ll show these pictures of you being fucked by Mr. Paulson.”

I gasped! Mr. Paulson was a chubby math teacher that nobody considered attractive.

Sabrina went instantly white. “H-h-how did you get these?”

“Oh, my dear, the how doesn’t matter. Don’t you understand I run this school? And you don’t? The key is that I have them and I have no problem about shattering your rep and getting an ugly teacher fired. Plus, a better question is why you would fuck Paulson in the first place, there are lots of hotter teachers available.”