Jen wants to get it ready first

The bodies of the two nubile petites collided against one other with each pass, front to front, breast to breast, pussy to dildo. Each run had the tip of Jen’s strap-on only inches away from slipping into Samantha’s increasingly eager hole.

It would have been so easy to slide it into Sam, but Jen had been conditioned from her fervent viewing of WSW prize rounds. There was a certain way this was done and for her first time she wanted to do it properly, like they did it on the streams. She stood up, ending body contact, much to Sam’s chagrin. As she stood, she made her next order. “On your knees, please,” she told Sam.

Begrudgingly, Sam pulled herself up to her knees and faced Jen. She was about to make a flippant remark about things ending before they got good, but reminded herself that she was the submissive and was to follow orders without question.

Instead of making eye contact with her mistress, Sam’s eyes remained trained on the object of her pleasure. She ached for the black cock to get inside her and silently cursed Jen for depriving her, but she was the boss so Sam had to obey. She sat on her knees, awaiting her next command.

“I want you to come suck my cock…” Jen ordered next. The strawberry blonde felt a flutter of excitement. She never had a cock before, so ordering someone to suck it was completely novel. She held it by the base so that it stuck straight out for Sam.

Sam crawled over and opened her mouth for the obsidian rod. It went in, inch by inch until Sam feared she would get it caught in her throat. She pulled back and then pushed forward, bobbing her head back and forth and spreading her spit all over the sex toy.

“Good girl…” Jen praised, brushing her hand through Sam’s short, wavy hair.

Once Jen was satisfied by the lubrication on the cock, she gently pulled Sam off.

“Now…” she told her charge. “Lay back…”

Sam did as she was commanded and sat back, leaning back on her elbows as she watched Jen’s towering figure approach. Jen stopped short of standing over Sam and dropped to her knees, crawling forward the rest of the way. As she neared, she took in a close look at Samantha’s bared beauty before pressing her own naked flesh on top and rubbing as if performing a nuru massage.

“Mmm…” Jen moaned, enjoying the feel of Sam’s soft, warm skin under hers. She could feel Sam’s muscles twitch, blood pump and heart beat through the epidermis. The sensation of rubbing up against another living person was sending shots of adrenaline through her petite frame.

Back in this position, Sam parted her legs, feeling the plastic staff guttering between her folds. She held her breath in anticipation, knowing that one of the next few strokes could be the one that let the toy in.

Jen glided her body over Sam’s, feeling their skin brushing against each other as she rocked back and forth. Her swings started short but gradually became longer and longer until eventually she could feel her cock slip between Sam’s legs.

“AHhh!” Sam gasped on the upswing, feeling the cock wedge against her.

Jen slowed her swings, feeling pushback from Samantha’s body. She slowly eased her way forward, feeling Sam shiver but give way.

“AAAhhh!” Sam moaned, starting to writhe from the strap-on pushing its way inside her.

“Are you alright?” Jen asked. She had never done anything like this before and feared she was doing something wrong.

“No! No! Keep going!” Sam insisted.

Heart pounding in her ears, Jen kept going, pushing in deeper.

“YEEEES!!” Sam cried, biting her bottom lip.

Soon, Jen bottomed out on Sam. Her pubis pressed against Sam’s mound. Her heart raced as she held this position for a moment, looking at Sam’s anxious reactions. Sam did her best to contain herself but the anticipation was killing her. She started to whine, giving Jen a pleading look with her eyes. Jen finally started moving, sliding her strap-on in and out.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” Sam uttered, gasping for breath. Her body wriggled and shivered with pleasure.

Jen felt a rush of endorphins fill her bloodstream as she listened to Sam’s pleasured cries and realized that she was the cause of them! She picked up a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of Sam. Sam arched her back and braced herself with her shoulders to push back against Jen. Soon, the room began to fill with the sounds of wet flesh smacking against flesh. The air became thicker with heavy breaths. Jen’s heated body glistened with a sheen of sweat which dripped from her forehead onto Sam’s exposed skin. Sam felt like her body was sizzling where the drops of sweat landed. Her insides felt stuffed and her pussy felt like it was about to explode!

Jen continued to pump into Sam, lifting her charge’s hips so that she could get more leverage. Through the holding and thrusting, she ended up flipping Sam to the side with one leg in the air, one on the ground, while she drilled her charge’s hole in the middle.

“Ahhh! Yess! Yess!” Sam groaned, almost vibrating from the orgasm that was bubbling up, ready to spill over. “I’m going to cum! Please.. May I cum, mistress?”

“Ahh.. hah… hah… only if you.. Hah… scream for your mistress!!” Jen decreed.

“OOh! Thank you… ngh… mistress… you are… Ahhh.. the greatest!” Sam extolled. “I can’t hold it any longer! Ahhh! Mistress… I… MISTREESSSSSS!!!”

Samantha’s body convulsed, spasming as if she were possessed! Jen immediately pulled out, fearing she may injure her friend.

“AAAH!!! Thank you, Mistressssss!” Sam fawned, rubbing herself as she orgasmed. She squirted out a blast of cum, covering herself in it and rolling around on the mat, still fingering her clit. She came again, shivering with pleasure.

Jen looked on in awe as her new friend came in front of her. The look of ecstasy made the novice jealous it wasn’t her receiving the strap-on. She never had someone give it to her before and she could easily order Sam to do it. In fact, she had a good feeling Sam would be more than happy to oblige. She wondered, though, if this was the way she wanted her first time to be Did she really want to order someone to do her like that or was she willing to wait for someone to give it to her freely? Was the fact that she was highly aroused from all that was happening enough to override her sense of guilt in ordering someone to deflower her?