She struts right by with her tail in the air

Felicia took a look at the fat man’s face before lightly smacking his ass, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him close. “You don’t order me around chubby, I may be bitchy, but I ain’t a bitch.”

Moving her face in, Nick saw Ms. Hardy’s lips open and felt her licking his chin and giving it a light, playful bite, marking him. She gave him a smug smile of triumph before sauntering into the room, shaking her ass back and forth enticingly, toward the unaware redhead.

Nick thought to himself, ‘So not threats and **** but rewards with this one. Well maybe some **** if she doesn’t want to continue.’ He had no clue Felicia had marked him. Even without knowing, he was starting to think he had met his match. He had never had a woman match him like this. Her dominance was attractive, but also a challenge for him. Thinking, he followed her swaying ass with his eyes a wide lecherous grin plastered on his face, and entered the room.

MJ was edging herself closer and closer unaware she had been horse traded when she felt a long, thin, fingers with manicured fingernails grab her hand and dig in to yank it away forcefully from her throbbing clit. The same nails released and touched her outer upper thighs lightly scrapping down to her knees then returning up the of soft inner thighs. Tingles shot up her spine in pleasure and fear. This woman obviously wasn’t Nick and she knew what she was doing, how did she get in here? Would Nick get angry? Was he here also? She could feel the thumbnails circle her silky flesh; growing ever closer to her cunt, a light moan escaping her lips as she leaned forward, her hands groping forward to brace against the wall in front of her, careful not to move her feet.

The image in front of her changed and she saw a close up of glistening cuntlips framed by red hair. Her cuntlips, her red pubic hair. Long feminine nails, manicured a fiery red came into view milliseconds after she felt them. It was odd seeing what she was feeling from a third point of view. Slowly the camera panned up, leaving no doubt it was her she was seeing. She could see her face, or at least her mouth as it split open with a moan of delight and frustration as the woman teased her body.

Then suddenly the static was back, just as she felt two fingers begin to trace the edges of her cunt, coming ever close but not touching her engorged nub, or entering her honeypot. A third hand began to circle her breast, calloused palm lifting it gently. Nick’s hand.

It was un-ending as the static droned in her ears and in her eyes keeping her completely focused on the slow tracing around her delicate folds and full breasts. The woman skillfully keeping her right on edge of orgasm. The man only adding to the pleasure. The two people in complete concert as they toyed with her body. She luxuriated in the feeling, forgetting all else.

Suddenly the video was back. MJ nearly exploded from rage before she felt it; the flick directly to her nub, a hard flick putting her in her place.

Her rage came from seeing bright red lips stretched wide around the base of a cock, judging from greyish brown pubic hair. She knew that cock must be Nick’s as only his could stretch a woman’s lips that far. Slowly the lips pulled back, inch by inch revealing a giant phallus. Nick’s member, hers to suck and pleasure not this other woman. How dare she! Her jealousy began to rage inside her before that flick sent her back, down to her place on the totem pole. That single flick, had sent her so close to the edge of orgasm telling her who was in control, she screamed in lust driven frustration. The camera shifted down tracing the woman’s arm to her fingers, showing them tracing her cunt, before one finger left and sent the flick she had felt, seconds after she felt it.

This woman was blowing Nick while also servicing her and doing a damn good job of both. As the light flicks started MJ’s impotent jealousy and rage subsided completely as pleasure once more began engulfing her.

Static returned, as did the intermittent flicks of hard and soft. A light tapping here, a hard push there. It all seemed random but the combination was anything but. It was like a kid playing a fighting game, each separate action meaningless but the combination unlocking amazing power and skill.

Each action sending a shocking thrill to her core. It was teasing at its finest. The woman was letting her know she was in control of her. And Nick? It was as if the woman wanted to taunt her, make her beg. Nick didn’t tease like this, he made her beg and plead but he was so much more forceful. It was a contrast of equals, both so enticing, so stimulating, so satisfying.

She had a good guess who was doing it to her and was a touch happy that Felicia had gotten with the man she wanted, needed, submitted to. Nick had mentioned wanting to bed the blonde on the walk back and he seemed to be well on his way to getting what he wanted; he was the true one in control, as she knew Felicia could have never entered the cabin if Nick didn’t want her to enter. It all seemed so easy for him, as she recalled this was the third bitch he was going to fuck this morning.

The combination of the static and the woman’s hands were driving her crazy. She felt so much more sensitive, or at least more focused on the stimulation. Then it happened she felt a silky soft, wet, warm tongue circle her sensitive outer folds, and a sharp tug on her engorged nipple from rough fingers. Again, the contrast in styles sent her into a spiral of submissive lust. She felt like the two of them were swatting her back and forth, she was the ball they were hitting neither wanting to lose to the other.

Video came on again, confirming it was indeed Felicia once again licking her cunt, her face was plastered in Nick’s hot, sticky white cum. If Ms. Hardy moved forward even a centimeter it would touch the matching cum that had dried on her thighs.

MJ was impressed at how flexible and strong Felicia’s tongue was. Just as good as before, better at this angle. The woman was simply a magician. If MJ hadn’t seen her fucking Craig, or blowing Nick she would have been scared how easily she would be able to turn most straight women into lesbians.

More static hit her, the volume higher, synched almost perfectly with Felicia shifting her target and sinking her fangs into MJ’s inner thigh, undoubtably leaving a bite mark. A long, thin finger entering MJ’s volcanic cunt and easily finding her G-spot. She was a wizard. Felicia didn’t hesitate to pump her finger in and out of her cunt, before adding a second and then a third, filling her but not stretching her nearly enough. Agonizing was the best way MJ could describe what Felicia did as she beckoned inside her dripping cunt. Felicia kept ramping up the stimulation whilst keeping her from her sought after orgasm. A true pussy maestro. Smack, a rough hand on her ass slapping her focus back to Nick as he left his hand her ass as he rubbed her pussy twice with his thick thumb before drilling it into her tight puckered asshole, thrusting harshly in and out. The two in rhythm Nick in, Felicia out, Felicia in, Nick out.

Video flashed again. This time it showed Felicia’s smeared lips opening and moving forward, and MJ felt her latch back onto her clit sucking, licking, and nippling at her engorged bud. The camera panned back between her legs, showing Felicia’s wrist moving back and forth, MJ’s wetness dripping down from it. Above Felicia’s wrist Nick’s hand lay on MJ’s tight ass thumb casually thrusting in and out of her pussy juice lubricated backdoor. Undoubtably, if he could Nick would show Felicia’s fingers dancing inside. Probably would want to show his thumb intruding almost as deeply as Peter’s cock had into her previously virgin anus. And what a show that would have been. Damn if Felicia didn’t know her way around a pussy and Nick around an ass. MJ could feel her plateaued pleasure returning at an even higher peak. The two fighting to keep her from orgasm, but prolong her pleasure, heightening it.

More static and seconds later a rough hand on the middle of her back and another feminine one under her hip. A sharp slap she felt as she saw it land in her mind’s eye. The hand returning and pushing her down and the one under her pushing her hips up, shifting her cunt up, she felt Felicia’s mouth follow as her fingers left her whimpering lower mouth. MJ didn’t wait long before the video returned, showing her cunt lips. She could see the gaping hole left by Felicia’s fingers slowly closing even from the slightly side view, Nick’s thumb still in her backdoor. Then just as she saw it, she felt it. Nick’s hard member forcing its way to her core, his ass rippling from the impact as his gut moved like a wave before settling on top of her tight hard ass, pushing his hand and thumb deeper into her ass, filling both of her lower holes completely.

She nearly collapsed when the orgasm hit her, spurting for the first time in her life on the kneeling blonde’s face. As soon as she exploded in orgasm the static thrummed louder. All MJ could sense was the satisfying fullness of Nick’s cock stretching her fully, pressing the cock against the thumb which was separated by only a thin wall of flesh and the lovely soft caress of Felicia’s tongue. It was electrifying, the combination of two people who just knew instinctively how to use her body and bring it to unknown heights. MJ lost count of her orgasms as her legs grew weak and she realized only Nick’s cock and thumb were keeping her standing as she faded to black.

As she came and came, she was blinded by sudden light, ears dull from the quiet of non-static and heard Nick roughly growl as he stilled inside her, “punishment is done for now, but you have to thank your friend here for making it shorter.”

MJ looked down to see Felicia’s signature cocky smirk framed by sticky white drying cum directed up at her, before the woman stood and bent over, hands on the wall, letting her skirt and panties fall to the ground; before kicking them away.

“Get over there bitch and taste my new pussycat. Get her nice and wet for me.” She could hear the deep purr from Felicia as Nick voiced his orders. MJ gulped with a pause, she hadn’t really done this before, but she knew this was a test she must face.

“Come on Nick’s little Red slut, come thank my pussy.” Felicia grinned while Nick slowly drew his cock from her tight cunt. The loss nearly unbearable to MJ, as she dropped to the floor without it’s support now at eye level with her rival Felicia Hardy’s wet, pink shaved slit.