Elsa takes them back to the change room

Even though she was the loser, from this vantage point, hovering over Sam’s prone body, Elsa was starting to get a sense of what a winner would feel like in a WSW match. She stroked her makeshift strap-on, still lubricated with their pussy juices. Sam parted her legs and looked up at Elsa expectantly.

Elsa started off by leaning in to kiss her former foe. They meshed and smacked lips before Elsa moved down to enjoy more of Samantha’s body. This wasn’t her order, but she was going to take as many liberties as her mistress would allow her.

Even though she recognized that her charge was straying from her orders, Sam opted to loosen her reins and give the trim brunette a taste of what a winner would enjoy. Giving her former opponent the freedom to play was completely fine with the porcelain skinned rule breaker. It felt a little kinky, letting herself be used even though she rightfully won their match, plus she wanted to prolong her experience with the sexy lifeguard.

Elsa enjoyed sucking on Sam’s petite tits, they were small delightful mounds that she could seal her lips around. Playfully, she pinch the nipples with her teeth before pulling back so that they stretched and then snapped back into position. Sam seethed and shuddered, getting a rise out of the pleasure and pain.

Finally, Elsa took the toy hanging between her legs and lined it up with Sam’s slit. She slid the smooth surface over Sam’s sensitive flesh, making the noirette twitch and gasp, before finally planting it inside. It pushed through until the cylindrical shape shrunk down around its base, and popped in place. Sam let out an audible sigh.

Elsa then gave her a thrust. Sam bucked with the movement. Elsa thrust again, feeling the rocket shifting to and fro inside the other woman’s walls. Sam moaned and wrapped her legs around Elsa.

“Ah… yes… that feels good…” Sam mumbled as she let Elsa drive.

Elsa stared in awe at Sam’s face. Sam’s every twitch and gasp was a direct result of Elsa’s movements and it made the young woman want to pull out even more from her.

Suddenly, Sam felt her body jerk up from the table. Shocked, she found herself being carried by her swim partner. “What are you… ?” she wondered.

“I want to try something,” Elsa explained, carrying her mate out of the office.

Sam felt giddy, being lifted out into the open pool area, bare for all to see. Even worse, she was still riding Elsa’s cock rocket with her legs wrapped firmly around her new friend’s waist, arms holding just as tightly around her neck. If anyone saw this, there was no way they could explain themselves. She could feel Elsa’s heart pounding just as heavily as hers. Their bodies were so tight together they could feel the pulsating in each other’s veins. Sam wondered what Elsa had in mind as she was carried back to the women’s change room.

“I remembered seeing something from your sack,” Elsa explained, still carrying the smaller woman with barely a hint of exhaustion.

Sam was about to climb off as Elsa reached down to root through her things, but Elsa clutched onto her, keeping her onboard. Sam felt something from behind and froze.

“What are you doing?!” she asked in a panic.

“You told me to make you cum,” Elsa murmured cryptically.

“I uh… Oh…” Sam shivered. The finger started circling her hole which was already stretched open due to her current position. “Oh!” Sam yelped as she felt the finger penetrate her from behind. The shock of being entered from the rear kept her from jumping off. She clutched Elsa even tighter, allowing her sub to push even further.

Elsa sat on the bench lined up against the lockers and removed her finger, she then lifted Sam up by the hips, pulling her off the rocket cock. Sam stood on the bench, feet on either side of Elsa’s waist. She looked at Elsa for instruction and Elsa guided her back down, directing the rocket towards her other hole. Sam raised an eyebrow at Elsa’s intentions, but the pool girl looked confident in what she wanted.

This wasn’t the first time Sam had opened her backdoor for this sort of thing, but usually it was at the behest of her mistress. This time, she was the mistress and allowing this would be admitting that she wanted it. A part of her was hesitant, but another part of her wanted to see where this went. She lowered herself until she felt the smooth tip of the plastic toy press up against her rim and then shivered as she felt the object push into her.

“Aaah!” she cried out, feeling like a slut for letting this happen. The sensation always took a little getting used to as this was the opposite direction things should be going through, but after a while she started to acclimate to the feeling. Thankfully the toy was amply lubricated by her own juices.

Soon, Sam was bobbing along on her knees to Elsa’s small thrusts and feeling her libido pick up again. “Oh… mmm…” she muttered.

Then, Sam noticed what Elsa had picked out from her bag. It was her car keys. Her eyes widened as Elsa moved them towards her pussy. “Wait, what? Those are my keys!” she protested.

“Relax, I’m not using this end,” Elsa laughed. She turned it around and held out the attached FOB. It was a roundish pebble of plastic with buttons for the doors, trunk and panic alarm, not exactly the ideal shape for a dildo.

“How do you expect to use that?” she asked, not even questioning putting her keys up her pussy at this point.

“Like this…” Elsa replied, slipping around her finger the circular ring clip of the FOB that was used for a keychain. She then held the FOB between her finger and thumb and rubbed it against Sam’s soaked snatch. There was little resistance and the small device quickly slipped all the way in. Sam’s heart pounded as her everyday driving accessory rubbed up against her vaginal walls. Elsa gave a tug of her finger and the connected FOB pulled against Sam. Sam gasped. It was like an anal bead! Elsa gave more tugs like this as if she was baiting a fish to bite. Sam stiffened up with each pull, delighting her tormentor.

Suddenly, Elsa reminded Sam of the rocket up her butt by thrusting her hips again. The FOB didn’t stop either, with Elsa attacking her from both sides. Sam leaned up against the locker and moaned. The sight of Sam’s perfect looking globes enticed Elsa to lean forward and start licking Sam’s petite tits. Sam moaned even harder, getting taken from all over now. She was panting heavily, body strained. Elsa started licking every part of Sam’s delectable body that she could reach with her tongue. She wanted to devour the gorgeous minx. Her fingers curved over Sam’s smooth mound, still tugging on the FOB as her thumb found Sam’s clit.

Due to all of the stimulation, Sam could feel tiny explosions go off throughout her body. She started seeing stars! She could feel a climax welling up inside of her and she started pumping her hips up and down on the rocket more vigorously, eagerly racing towards the finish.

Elsa could sense Sam’s urgency and picked up the pace as well. She started ramming herself into Sam, burying the rocket deep into the petite noirette’s tight ass. She leaned in and sucked deeply on Sam’s left breast when it dangled in front of her. The swimmer then pulled back the FOB so that she could directly manipulate it while still rubbing Sam’s clit. Occasionally there was the shrill shriek of the panic button being pressed through her manipulations, but that only added to their sense of danger and urgency.

Finally, after she couldn’t hold it in any longer, Sam erupted with a long, uninterrupted moan. Her body lifted up and stiffened, then shook violently as the orgasm washed over her!

“AAAAH!!!” she bellowed! Her scream echoed through the room and into the next.