An Addict Does

Tara and you head back to your room. To kill time waiting for Rebecca you begin to make out on the bed.

Tara’s tongue is buried so deep in your sex, you are almost disappointed to hear a knock.

“Fuck! Come in!”

Rebecca strolls in. She is dressed conservatively in loose jeans and a white turtleneck with a filigree cross. Her face tells a different story. She looks longingly at Tara and you, completely unbothered by your debauched display.

“Do you have it?”

“The flask is on the…oh, fuck! Nightstand.”

Rebecca’s eyes drift over to the nightstand and she licks her lips.

“Can I?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…go right ahead.”

She is all to the nightstand and drinks a swig of your Master’s juice. Her eyes grow black for a moment.

“Care…fuck!…To join us?”

“I…I…couldn’t…I shouldn’t.”

She leans in, with an eager look in her eyes. Tara grabs her leg and tips her onto the bed. You kiss her as her lips get close to yours.

You break the kiss and she looks stunned. “You can and you will.”

“If you insist.” She purrs.

You push her face into Tara’s shaved sex. You slip down her pants and slither your tongue into the forest around her sex. You manage to slip your tongue deep into her sex and marvel at how responsive she is.

The daisy chain lasts for several hours and and several orgasms.

As Rebecca dresses, you look over at her.

“You have to come out with us tomorrow night.”

“I…I’m not sure…”

“You can have more juice.”

She giggles. “I’m in.”