Where indeed?

Numbly, Bethany allowed Angela to lead her away from the Center. She had been so taken aback by Hillary's outburst that she had been unable to formulate a response. How do you explain how good it feels to order your sister to do something? How do you explain how good it feels to obey? How do you explain how hot it is that you could cum because someone is playing with your sister's vagina? Hillary's words had struck hard at the piece of Bethany's mind that was struggling to come to grips with her new life situation. That part of her that still voiced its horror at the changes inflicted on her and her twin. The part that was increasingly being drowned out by these new emotions and impulses. Hearing someone speak out loud what her shrinking conscience had been so desperately attempting to get her to focus on had leant strength to it and Bethany had been consumed with shame and guilt. And then there was Angela. In the height of her misery, Bethany fully expected the group to all turn on her and condemn her actions, as she was doing herself. But to her astonishment, Angela had not only come to her defense, she had said that she had ENJOYED it! And the way she had backed the taller woman down! Despite being well over half a foot shorter, Angela had definitely seemed like the larger of the two. Bethany felt a sudden surge of love for her sister. Stopping suddenly, Bethany threw her arms around Angela and crushed her in an embrace. The tears that she had been fighting so hard to hold in fell as she sobbed.

Angela needed no words to understand. This was her sister. Her twin. Her other half. The two of them could communicate more in a glance and a gesture than most people could with five sentences. She knew what Bethany was saying. What Beth was asking. What she was afraid of. "It's OK Beth. It's OK." She gently ran her fingers through her sister's hair while rubbing soothing patterns on Bethany's back. "I love you. It's just like in high school. Nobody fucks with my sister." Grinning, she goosed Bethany, grinning at the surprised yelp. "Except for me." Holding her sister at arm's length, Angela looked at Bethany. Gently putting a finger under Beth's chin, Angela raised her sister's head until they were making eye contact. "Beth. You didn't do anything wrong. OK? A couple of days ago, well... I think we both know that this wouldn't be ok. But that was then and this is now. Things have changed. We have changed. Even now, I can feel it. A feeling that if you told me to do something, something that you really wanted me to do, I'd have a really hard time saying no. And instead of scaring me, it turns me on. And I know that it turns you on to make me do stuff. It sure made me hot when I made you do all that stuff with Suzanne."

Bethany blushed. "But that was different! That wasn't real! It was just a dream! I - I called you my ****. I dressed you up like a ****. I treated you like you weren't a person. Just an object. Something that I could use. Not for my pleasure, but for someone else's." She choked up, but continued. "I wanted to use you. I kept thinking how good it felt, how powerful I felt when I told you to lick me... earlier. At the end, do you know what I thought? Do you? After I grabbed your head and just used you like a toy to get him off?" Both twins felt a spike of lust shoot through them. Bethany shivered, but kept up her self-flagellation. "After I used you like that, I thought how hot it was! I thought about how much I couldn't wait to make you..." She sobbed again, collected herself, and continued in a softer voice. "How much I couldn't wait to make you do that again. How much it turned me on to hear you swallowing his, you know..." She trailed off, her shame finally silencing her.

"Cum. I swallowed his cum, Beth." Seeing fresh misery bloom on Bethany's face, Angela's tone softened. "Beth, today was no more real than last night. I'm not mad at all. I'm not even a little upset about it. I know that part of me probably should be. I've messed around with girls a couple of times, but I never had a thought like that about you. Not until we got here, anyways. This morning. It was hot. Would Mom and Dad understand? No. But fuck 'em. They're not here. They're not us. They don't have... this", she gestured to the two of them. "Going on with them. I can accept that my sister is now my lover. And I DO mean lover. Not fuck buddy or booty call. Beth, I love you. I haven't been good at expressing that the last ten years or so, and I'm sorry for that. Maybe this is a good thing. Making me remember just what an amazing sister I have. But don't for a second think that you did something wrong. It was hot! Look." Before Bethany could react, Angela had reached out and grabbed Bethany's hand. Pulling her panties to the side, Angela rubbed Bethany's captured fingers against her pussy. Both twins moaned at the sensation. Angela held Bethany's hand up for her sister to regard. "See that? My pussy is gushing. That is not the reaction of someone who didn't enjoy what was being done to them." And leaning forward, Angela licked her sister's fingers clean. "Tell me this, Beth. Are you upset with me? Do you think I used you in some kind of awful way last night? Do you resent me for kissing you this morning? I need you to tell me."

"Of course not!" The words were out of Bethany's mouth before she registered it. Examining her thoughts though, she realized that it was true. She didn't resent Angela for ordering her to have sex with Suzanne. To expose herself to Suzanne. "I really don't, Ang", she said as her twin looked skeptical at the rapid response. "It's like you said. Looking back, even though that's something I would have NEVER contemplated before, I can't associate any negative feelings with it.'

"Then why would you think I'm any different, Beth?", Angela countered. "We're so alike in so many ways. Why would you think I would feel differently? Just knowing that you're capable of making me do something has me lowkey aroused. And yeah, it was embarrassing at first this morning having Dave stare at my tits", Bethany blushed and looked down. Is she looking at the ground or my tits?, Angela wondered. With a smirk, Angela decided to find out. She brought a finger up and lightly traced the barbell piercing her nipple. She shivered at the sensation and was gratified to see Bethany's gaze snap back up to her face. "There you are. It was embarrassing. But it was also HOT. You had made me expose myself. Not just to the other girls here, but to the Master. And I did it because you made me. And that made my pussy wet, too. Yours as well, or I'll eat my boots." Seeing that Bethany wasn't going to deny anything, Angela continued. "So let's just get this out in the open once and for all, OK? I love you, Beth. And now that love has moved into a more physical nature. And I'm totally fine with that. As are you, I hope?" Bethany nodded quickly. "Good. That magic makes us want to order and obey. Dominate and submit. And it makes us enjoy whichever one we're doing. So let's stop apologizing to each other every twelve hours, OK? I don't think either of us would ever do anything to actually hurt the other, right?" Again, an affirmative nod from Bethany. "So how about this? If you tell me to do something that I really don't want to do, or that I think is dangerous, I'll give my nipple ring a little tug, OK? And that'll be our signal. Kind of like a safe word." Seeing Bethany's puzzled look, Angela hastily explained the concept of safe words and ideas such as "red light", "yellow light", and "green light". "Since obedience is pretty much guaranteed, I'm going to suggest that the signal is our yellow light. It'll be up to whoever is in charge to look at it and decide how to proceed. I don't know that either of us would actually be able to not want to comply, though. How to test it?", Angela mused.

"Go pick up that pinecone and rub your clitoris with it", Bethany ordered. Angela's eyes went wide. She shivered, hesitated, and then began moving in the indicated direction. As she walked, she reached up and gave her nipple a firm, but not painful tug. "OK. Stop. Come back", Bethany said. "I guess that answers that question. Nice thinking Ang!"

"Yeah. Glad that worked. What would you have done if I had actually gotten to that pinecone though? It'd be your pussy I'd be tearing up just as much as mine, you know", Angela remarked.

Bethany paled. "I had kind of forgotten that. It just seemed so awful and terrible that I knew you wouldn't want to do it. I'm glad the signal worked." Feeling much better about the state of affairs after Angela had spoken with her, Bethany spoke. "So what now? I'm not hungry. And I don't think I want to see everyone else right now. What if they agree with Hillary? What if they think I'm a monster, too?" Panic and doubt threatened her newly-gained equilibrium.

"Then we'll deal with it", replied Angela confidently. Besides, from the looks on Jane's and Louise's faces, I don't think we have anything to worry about. Grace didn't seem too bothered either. I've got no clue about Suzanne, but something tells me that she's gonna be way more insecure about herself than any of us. She's just a kid, remember? But regardless, I got your back and you've got mine. We're together forever now. That doesn't mean that I won't think you're not being a bitch sometimes though", Angela laughed. "Just that nobody gets to call you a bitch but me."

"Just like you're MY bitch, right?" Bethany couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. Or the thrill that that had sent to her pussy.

Angela shivered and gave a low moan. "Uh huh. At least for the next six hours or so. Where to, Mistress?"

Bethany fought a moan of her own. Hearing Angela call her "Mistress" had been hot. "I think we should check out the pool. Let's head to the cabin and change real quick and then head that way. Obviously, you won't be needing a top." There was no mistaking the jolt of pleasure that she felt from that statement. Unconsciously, Bethany gently played with her nipple and moaned at the sensation. Angela's face flushed as she also enjoyed the sensations. As Angela reached for her own nipple, Bethany stopped her. "No, no, little sister. I don't want you touching MY breasts." With a groan of pleasure and frustration, Angela complied.

At Bethany's gesture, Angela began walking down the trail towards their cabin. She gave a startled squawk when Bethany landed a firm swat on her ass. Looking back, she shot Bethany a questioning glance. Bethany nodded. "I felt it, but it was considerably muted, I think. That is an interesting development, for sure." Shrugging, Angela turned and began walking again at Bethany's twirling finger gesture. She managed to keep her moans mostly to herself as her sister spiced up their walk back to the cabin with periodic spanks.

*****

Dave made his way back to his cabin. As he exited through a side door, he caught sight of Suzanne running away from the Center. Feeling that he played no small part in whatever it was that was bothering her, he elected to proceed with haste to his cabin before any of the other women spotted him. Face burning with shame, he was left alone with his thoughts as he walked. Who had done what? None of the women that I saw looked like any of them. He flushed with shame with the knowledge that he had been nude. Exposed. ****. Harder than fucking steel. How could he look any of them in the eye after this? With these and similar thoughts racing through his head, he made his way up the steps and into his cabin.

Pouring himself a few fingers' worth of bourbon, he sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs and closed his eyes. Suddenly, his TV came to life. "And up next, we'll see the highlights from the speed dates from Camp Kumoneyewannalayu!", a smarmy, gameshow host's disembodied voice announced.

"What? Fuck. Fuck no! Turn off, you piece of shit!" Dave tried in vain to make the remote work. Hearing his voice coming from the TV, he looked up. Unable to look away, he watched as the various women worked to pleasure him. "Holy shit, Bethany!" He was ashamed at how much hotter the "real" scene had been than what he had seen. Watching Jane fuck him awoke feelings that he had long suppressed. He had tried his best to keep his friendship with her on the up and up. He had diligently avoided thinking about her in a sexual context. He had appreciated her looks, though. It would be impossible not to. But he had never indulged in fantasizing about her. Seeing the way she used her whole body to pleasure his shattered any remaining self control he had. Perhaps responding to his lust, the so-called highlights looped, replaying over and over as he stroked himself. Watching these women, women that had been **** and been magically altered to better please him, actually pleasing him was simply too much for him to resist. When he watched Grace impale her throat on his cock, he lost it, sending rope after rope through the air before it splatted on the floor. Looking down at his semi-erect cock and his cum-covered hand, a wave of anger and shame rolled over Dave. What is wrong with me? Cleaning himself and his mess up, Dave spied the leather journal. On impulse, he opened it up. Text appeared and he read. And read. He re-read the words. "Oh fuck me."

*****

As Bethany and Angela prepared to walk to the pool, Bethany considered her sister's backside. She could hardly avoid doing so, as the alleged swimsuits provided for them were little more than string with tiny triangles of cloth. Bethany resisted the urge to try and adjust the tiny strip of fabric running between her cheeks. Angela had told her that she'd get used to it eventually. That eventually, she wouldn't feel anything at all. Beth hoped that her sister was correct. Angela had thought Beth was joking when she had been told not to put a top on. When Bethany had corrected her sister's mistaken impression, Angela had actually smiled. She had been blushing, but she smiled. Bethany got no small thrill from the idea of ordering her sister to expose herself. She still struggled with accepting these new urges, but her mind's acceptance of them had nothing to do with the arousal coursing through her. On the topic of things for her sister to wear, Bethany had taken a moment to look at a Trading Post flyer that had been thoughtfully left on their bed after someone had come in and tidied up. As she perused the selection, she finally noticed the heading. "Body Mods 4 U". Bethany knew that whatever she selected would appear, without charging her for it. How she knew this, she didn't know. The knowledge was just there. She thought back to the end of her sim date. Where had the idea of a chastity piercing come from? There on the front page were several options listed, from heavy gauge rings threaded through both labia to actual eyelets with brass fittings in the labia held together with a series of tiny padlocks to some kind of metal shield over the clit. She shivered. The power of the situation, the authority to permanently mark her sister, her ****, a dark little voice whispered, was a heady aphrodisiac. But she didn't think she could do that to her sister. Not yet, anyways, the voice whispered. Bethany wasn't even sure if those piercings were adjustable or removable or what. Before she selected any kind of body jewelry, she wanted to make sure of what she was getting. Flipping a page, she saw it.

Enchanted Leash of the Lovely Lady Lumps: Have nipple piercings that you just don't think get appreciated enough? Want to increase the pleasure your special someone feels when you give their nips a little tug? Then look no further! This magical accessory attaches seamlessly to any existing nipple piercings. Enchanted with our patented No-Snag spells, we guarantee that the only thing this chain will get caught on is the hand(s) reaching for it. We guarantee that the lucky wearer of this must-have accessory will LOVE how it makes them feel!

Hidden effect: The chain can't be covered up by clothing. It also periodically exudes an aura that compels anyone who comes near it to grab it. The holder of the chain will feel a compulsion to give the wearer of the chain a sexual task. The wearer of the chain will feel a strong compulsion to do whatever the holder of the chain tells them to do. This chain will switch between the twins every time their dom/sub dynamic swaps. The aura will cease to emanate for one hour once a sexual command has been issued. Obeying the commands of anyone holding the chain, whether or not the compulsion is presently affecting either party will greatly increase the pleasure of the wearer of the chain.

With a thought, the flyer disappeared. "Hey! What the fuck?" Angela sounded surprised. "Let me guess. My new decoration or whatever?" She experimentally gave it a small tug and nearly lost her balance as her knees threatened to buckle. "Holy shit! That was intense!" Examining it further, she scowled at Bethany. "Is this thing fucking permanent? Seriously?"

Bethany couldn't stop staring at the chain. It looked good. Snapping out of it, she made eye contact and tried not to blush. "You should have seen some of the stuff I had to pick from. There were chastity piercings", Angela winced at that. "All kinds of tattoos, stuff like SLUT, or CUM HERE, DADDY'S TITS. Really perverse stuff. I thought the chain was pretty inoffensive. I didn't know it was permanent though. I'm sorry about that." Bethany did feel a little bad about that part of her selection.

"Well, next time, maybe we could discuss what all there is, since, you know, it's MY body?" Angela felt that she was making a reasonable request.

Bethany hurriedly agreed. "Of course! I don't know why I didn't think to do that in the first place!" Yes you do, said the dark voice. You like the idea of owning her. Of marking her how YOU see fit. Giving her a say would take some of the fun out of it, wouldn't it? Maybe next time, order her to tell you the five things she wants the least and let her think that you might give her one of them. Bethany clenched her thighs together. Knowing that something was wrong was doing nothing to keep her libido down. Unconsciously, she reached out and gently held the chain. Do you really want to walk to the pool with your pussy feeling like it does? I bet she'd like it if you told her to take care of it for you. It's not like she wouldn't get anything out of it, you know? You've already done it once today. She said it was fine. Bethany shivered. The miniscule strip of fabric that was her bikini bottoms barely contained her labia. She had felt self-conscious at the prominent camel toe on display. At the moment, her pussy was so wet that her upper thighs were glistening where she had been rubbing them together. All of these thoughts occurred in a flash. With one hand gripping the chain between her sister's nipples, Bethany reached down and moved the tiny strip of fabric covering her pussy to the side. "Seeing you in this new jewelry is doing something for me. You just look so good, Ang! I'm so wet right now. How about you be a dear and lick me?" She tugged gently down on the chain. Angela wordlessly sank to her knees, her face directly in front of her sister's drooling pussy. Bethany let go of the chain and moved her hand to the back of her twin's head, gently pulling her face closer to Bethany's pussy.

Eyes wide, Angela licked her lips. Somehow, this was different than at the boathouse. She was definitely into this little scene in their cabin, but it felt different. She had a desire to please her sister like nothing she had experienced before. The slight downward pressure on her nipples had been excruciatingly delightful. Wrapping her arms around her sister's legs, Angela let Bethany guide her face to its target and began to lick. Angela had never felt so good in her life.

*****

Jane helped Hillary to her feet. The taller woman was subdued. "The rings really do look sexy, Hill." Jane smiled as she addressed Hillary. "And you taste so..."

"Good", interjected Louise. "I can't describe it, but it just makes me happy. I think David will love it."

At the mention of Dave, Hillary's face flushed. "He must hate me! I would if it was me. How can I ever look at him without feeling just crushed with shame? He'll think I'm hideous!" She buried her face in her hands.

"Listen to me, chica", Jane said. She **** Hillary's head up to look her in the eye. "Girl, you're NOT hideous. Not even a little. No matter what they say, guys like tits. Period. Yours are great! And I really DO think the rings are sexy. You made some fun noises when I nibbled on them..."

Hillary blushed and shook her head. Louise jumped in. "I saw Dave looking. He liked what he saw. Trust me. As for the hating you, that's just not him. I'm sure he was angry at one point. But holding a grudge just isn't his way. THAT much I remember."

"But what about my... butt? He's not going to want some freak like me! I'm disgusting!" Hillary was near tears.

"I can tell you with certainty, that he definitely won't think you're disgusting. In fact, you're the opposite of disgusting. If any of the rest of us are going to do anal, there's the issue of lube, and then there's the whole hygiene thing. You don't have to worry about that. Plus you're hot! Trust me. You don't have to jump right into bed though. Try talking to him. He'll listen. But for now, how about lunch and then maybe the pool? Ladies?"

Getting shrugs of agreement, the trio straightened their clothes and headed to the dining hall.

*****

After the impromptu milking she had witnessed and jilled off to, she reminded herself guiltily, Grace had wandered the campground aimlessly, not paying any particular attention to where she was going until she looked up and found herself at Dave's cabin. Grace debated the wisdom of trying to talk to Dave, but eventually decided that since she had found her way to his cabin, she might as well see if he was there. Knocking on the door, she called out, "Dave! You home? Can we talk?" Getting no response, she turned away from the building when she heard a crash and a loud thump! from inside. She paused, listening. Hearing nothing, she called out. "Dave! You OK?" She listened and got no response. Feeling worried, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door again. When no response came from her knocking and calling out, she tried the door and found it unlocked. Walking in, she was greeted by the sight of Dave, spread-eagle on his back, groaning. His cock, however, was very much not knocked out. Grace was able to deduce this because Dave was naked. A towel had apparently been wrapped around him, but now lay open with Dave in the middle of it. Grace was able to hear running water from somewhere and now that she looked, she could see a set of wet footprints leading back to the upstairs. Grace deduced that he had heard her knocking and had come to investigate. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he must have slipped and hit his head. Rushing up to him, Grace wrestled his upper body into a sitting position. She found the only way to keep him upright was to sit behind him, with her legs to either side of him.

Holding his shoulder with one hand, she gently felt around the back of his head with the other. She encountered a lump, but no blood. As the seconds passed, Dave began coming to. Groaning, he lifted a hand to the back of his head. Grace intercepted it before he could hit the knot forming. "Easy, Dave. Easy. You knocked yourself out cold. Just sit here with me for a bit. Then we'll get you up and sorted out, OK?"

"Grace? Is that you? What are you doing here?", came the groggy response. Now that he was conscious, Grace ascertained that he could sit upright by himself. She scooted around in front of him and knelt in front of him. She was aware that his eyes had focused on her chest. Looking down, she blushed as she realized that her white t-shirt was soaked through from the water from Dave's back. He had a silly smile on his face as he stared at her clearly visible nipples. Grace was still a little worked up from the scene involving Hillary, Jane, and Louise, and walking in and seeing that wonderful cock standing proud had brought back memories of her dating sim. She sniffed. "Dave, have you been drinking?"

"I've had a couple. Probably. I really like your boobs. They're pretty", came the slurred response.

He doesn't have a head injury, he's just drunk. Grace felt some relief. Drunk was absolutely preferable to concussed. His words registered. She blushed crimson. "Uh... Thanks? You think we could maybe get you in a chair? Maybe some pants?" Grace elected to just try and play it cool and not draw any more attention to her see-through shirt.

"I know it was you, by the way. I swear I thought my soul was gonna leave my body. How the fuck did you do that? Did you know that Suzanne shaved her pussy jus' for me? She dint wanna show me, but she was happy she did. An an and, you know what else? Bethany fucked my mouth with Angela!"

Grace blinked. "You mean she fucked Angela's mouth with your cock?" She was proud that she got that sentence out without stuttering.

"S' what I said! An you know what else? Angela made Bethany lick Suzanne's pussy. And then she made Suzanne lick her pussy. I mean Bethany's pussy and do what she did to the other one and then Suze squirted on Bethany!" Dave's eyes were fixed on her breasts.

Grace tried to make sense of what he was telling her. "What? What are you talking about?" Grace was curious, and a little aroused. The last time she had been close to Dave, he had also been naked. And erect. And she had...-

"And Suzanne wants you to blow me while she makes out with me and rubs her pussy on your head. She thought when you sucked my cock it was super hot. She wans t' learn. She's also thinkin' 'bout anal. Thinks this", he grasped his dick with one hand and waved it around. Grace couldn't look away from it. Dave continued, "She thinks this is too big, but she wans t' try. Mebbe. Idubno. How'd you do that to me. I saw it y'know? 'S on tha TV. Look!" He pointed towards a giant screen mounted on the wall. At his gesture, it came to life, picking up where it had left off in its looping replay of the sim date highlights. Grace was treated to the sight of herself, head in Dave's lap, his hands on her head, a definite bulge showing in her throat marking his cock's progress in and out. She felt like her face was on fire. She felt her pussy twitch with remembered sensation. She felt her breath quicken. She tore her eyes from the screen and looked at Dave. His eyes were riveted to the screen. On her. His hand, which had remained on his cock from his earlier demonstration, was now slowly stroking up and down, oblivious to her presence. Grace couldn't help herself. She was too self-aware to blame it on any one thing. She could say that it was because she knew she needed points. She could say that she found him objectively handsome, even if he wasn't her type. She could tell herself any number of convenient half-truths. But the truth was, she was horny and there was a cock that she knew would satisfy her right in front of her.

Making up her mind, she quickly shed her shirt. She had elected to not wear a bra in preparation for the speed dates before they were told what the dates would actually entail. Grace put her hand on the hand Dave was stroking his cock with. She grabbed his other hand and put it on her breast. That got his attention.

Showed Master Her Breasts! +3 VP

Grace: 13 VP

"Grace? Huh? Where's yer shirt? Did I do sumtin' with it?" Dave's gaze was confused, but the lust was evident.

"Shhh. Let me. Why don't you watch that TV while I take care of this?" She gently stroked his cock, causing him to groan. "Maybe tell me more about what you were saying earlier. I don't understand. But first, why don't we get you in that comfy chair? Think you can do that for me?"

Dave, at this point, would have agreed to just about anything if it meant that Grace would continue. With a grunt and a groan, he levered himself up and collapsed into the armchair. The same chair where he had jerked off while watching a replay of Grace blowing him. Now, having this beautiful woman in front of him promising a repeat performance, Dave couldn't take his eyes off of her. "You're so fucking hot. I didn't want this to happen to you. I'm sorry you got stuck in this shit with me."

"Shhh... Dave. Stop. Nobody's making me do this, OK? I'm going to suck your cock because I want to. Do you hear me? I know you didn't ask for this. I don't hold you responsible. I have made peace with this, more or less. I will act where I think my actions will prove beneficial, and try to get through the rest. But right now, I think my actions are best used right here." Locking eyes with Dave, she slowly, teasingly worked his cock into her throat. When he bottomed out, she closed her mouth around him and hummed.

"Ohmyfuckinggod" Dave's eyes rolled up in his head. His head lolled in pleasure, moans coming in time with the rhythmic up and down motion of Grace's mouth.

Slowly, she withdrew from his cock. Smirking at him, she slowly stroked him with her hand. "How's the repeat performance? Is it better now or when you couldn't see? How do you like being able to use your hands? Why don't you put them back on my head? It's OK. You won't hurt me. I promise that it feels good."

Dave slowly, tentatively reached for Grace. His hands came to rest on either side of her face. However, instead of pushing down, he was lifting her up. Grace let him pull her to her feet. She was aware that even with him sitting down, she was only slightly taller than him. She was surprised when he pulled her face towards his and kissed her. It was a passionate, needy kiss. Grace, who had never stopped stroking him, gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Dave groaned into the kiss, his grip on her head tightening. Pulling back slightly, he looked her in the eye. "I know I'm kinda fucked up, but why are you doing this? I don't get it. I'm probably gonna regret this later, but I just don't want to feel like you don' wanna be here. You're so pretty. And what you're doing feels good. I jus-"

Kissed The Master! +2 VP

Grace: 15 VP

Grace interrupted him by kissing him. Pulling back, she smiled at him. "Everyone seems to think I'm some kind of shy virgin because of my size and because I don't talk a lot. David, listen to me. I am going to fuck your cock with my mouth because I want to. Because, in an accident, I accidentally got a transformation that basically linked my pussy and my throat. I'm going to do this because I want to feel good for a little while. We're apparently going to all be together for the rest of our lives, and so this is going to be a regular occurrence. I want you to know that I came during our "date". Twice. I am a big girl. I can make my own decisions. And right now, I have decided that I want to do this. Do you want me to stop?" She smiled coyly at him. Then winked.

"I'll probably hate myself for this, but God no. Please don't stop." Dave hung his head.

Grace snapped her fingers, getting his attention. "Hey! Look at me. None of that. I was horny and I saw you, ok? You are horny and I'm here. Right? You better not close your eyes unless its because it feels good. Otherwise, you watch me. Or you watch the TV. I'll try my best to keep your attention. Feel free to use your hands if you want. Talk to me if you want. I'm not as fragile as everyone seems to think. Now. If you're done trying to cockblock yourself, I am going to take care of this, if there are no further objections?" Seeing Dave dumbly shake his head, Grace sank back down onto his cock. She stayed down a very long time.

Blowjob! +8 VP Facial! +5 VP First! +5 VP

Grace: 33 VP