The monster steals away the princess

Bianca doesn't look at you as you approach her, but she doesn't shift away or fight you when you kiss her on the mouth again and take hold of both her arms in your hands to stop her moving. You were rough, practically violent with the waitress this morning at the café, but with Bianca you want to punish her in a different way.

This kiss lasts longer than the one outside and you're pleased to see that when you break apart Bianca maintains eye contact with you and is more subdued instead of nervous. Your fingers move down from her arms to tug at her shirt and touch the bare strip of skin around her hips revealed by the motion. Bianca's breath hitches when your fingers make contact with her skin and you back up at her to see Bianca biting her lip while you touch her. Boldly, you slide your fingers further up under her shirt, lifting it up in the process as your hands move up to grope the mounds on her chest.

Under her shirt, Bianca is wearing a compact sports bra. She was probably more active than Lucy, judging by her more fit figure. You appreciate her smooth skin underneath the graphic shirt, which you pulled over her head and tossed to the ground after a moment. Once the shirt is off, you can see that Bianca's sports bra is a zip-up design with a pull ring in the middle. She seems bashful about herself, but you raise her chin to meet your eyes while you pull down the zipper of her bra and let her breasts pop out of the restricting fabric.

Bianca, as it turns out, is not as flat-chested as you initially thought, as a set of fairly decent B-cup breasts pop out. You take to squeezing them lightly from below, having fun with the way the skin flexes and moves. You don't exactly have a ton of experience with the tits of women, so you're fascinated by the way in which Bianca's breasts differ from those of the waitress girl you fucked this morning. What was her name...you've forgotten already.

The whole time you admire and play with her breasts Bianca remains quiet, but eventually she speaks up. "Would you like me to take care of your erection?" she asks gesturing to your obvious hard-on under the towel still covering your bottom half. You'd honestly forgotten you were still wearing a towel after everything. You pull the towel off with one hand and toss it to the ground along with Bianca's top.

"Go ahead and do your best then," you say to Bianca, "but judging by how you played with that toy outside, I'd say you're a pretty poor cocksucker at the moment." Bianca ducked her head down at your smug remark, but doesn't say anything as she gets on her knees and wraps one hand around your member. Her palm feels cool and actually rather nice on your cock, but not all that stimulating if you were being honest. The light from the city outside shines in at a nice angle to throw strips of light across Bianca from the side, illuminating the light tones of her skin and half of her face.

She seemed to be trying to figure out how to get you to cum, and was pumping your length weakly, the other hand braced against your thigh. You felt you had to give her some pointers or else this would take all night. "If you're going to stroke a guy like that, you want to make sure that they aren't completely dry the whole time," you told her. "The rubbing is nice, but you also need to be a little firmer in your strokes, don't just lightly run your hand over the skin, actually grip my cock so that when you stroke, you're moving the skin along with your hand, but not squeezing so tight that you're pulling my dick."

Bianca flushed. You could see that from the light streaming in on her face. "T-this isn't something I've ever done okay?" she exclaimed. "And I'm never doing this for a man, ever! I'm a gold star lesbian who's never even kissed a guy before, except..." she trailed off here and bit her lip.

"Except you just did, with me," you finished the sentence for her. "And now you're stroking my cock inches away from your face while your girlfriend is sitting in the corner staring at us." Bianca had no answer for that immediately, but she took your words to heart and her strokes slowly improved which you softly complimented her on when she found a sweet spot for her grip and the motion.

Eventually she seemed to come up with some chain of logic to explain her stance to you, because she looked up at you as she stroked you off with her hand and muttered something softly. "I'm only doing this for you because I have to apologise to you for being gay, okay? I don't like men, and no other guy will ever get to do this," she said. You raised a brow at her little spiel. You couldn't tell if she was trying to convince you or herself with that short declaration.

Having said that, she sucked in a deep breath and moved forward, plopping her mouth down on your cock as far as she could go in one stroke. You couldn't help it, you let out an audible moan as you felt her wet tongue wrapping around underneath your cock and the pulse of her throat muscles tensed and twitched around the bulbous head of your cock. Bianca hadn't gone down all the way on you, she was still a few inches shy of your full length, but you could already feel yourself about to cum from just entering her mouth.

Grabbing her pretty blue hair into a rough bundle, you throttled Bianca down your cock forcefully as you shouted out your relief and came into her mouth with several pumps of semen.

Unfortunately, the inexperienced Bianca wasn't prepared for your ejaculation, or your sudden forceful grabbing of her head and began to gag. Not wanting her to throw up all over you, you pulled her off your cock quickly and she spat out a wad of your cum from her mouth on to the floor as she coughed and gasped for breath. You felt a surge of anger at her for wasting your orgasm like that and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. "Did I say you could spit out my cum like that, slut? You'd better not waste my semen again like that you worthless lesbian bitch. You couldn't even handle one load from me because you chose a worthless bitch as your girlfriend instead of getting a man to fuck you in the bedroom like you should have."

Pushing her down closer to the floor, you spit the floor next to her. "Lick up your mess and keep it in your mouth," you tell her. Bianca sobs but slowly bends over until she's folded on the ground and licking up your spit and the warm sticky semen she had puked up. Finally, she looks back up at you with her mouth tightly closed, clearly trying to keep it in her mouth like you said and you let up the pressure on her neck at least. "Good. Now I want you to go over to your girlfriend there in the corner and spit out that whole mess over her face. Really cover her whole face with it. Make sure you don't drip any of it to the floor or I'll punish you even worse," you warn her.

Slowly, Bianca shuffles over to her girlfriend and you see them exchange a helpless look as Bianca moves closer and Lucy leans forward and closes her eyes. You watch as Bianca spits out the sloppy mess of cum and saliva over Lucy's face, covering her in a second-hand facial from her girlfriend.

With that done, Bianca looks over to you for approval and you nod. "Good girl. Now come over here and crawl up on the bed."

With a fearful and resigned look, Bianca nods and moves towards the bed past you. "Should I remove my clothes too?" she asks you, already reaching for her motorcycle shorts. You think about it for a second and shrug before nodding for Bianca to go ahead. Might as well, since you both know what is coming. So she does so, peeling off the tight black shorts and dropping them to the ground where she stands, then taking off her underwear as well and also leaving them in the same pile before crawling on the bed in front of you on all fours.

She really is very pretty for a lesbian.