Allison wants to get serious

Now that Jo got her tasting, Allison's hand, resting possessively on Suki's head, indicated a new demand. Her fingers didn't push or pull, but their slight shift in weight, the subtle pressure against Suki's scalp, was an unmistakable command. Without a word, Suki understood. A fresh, confusing wave of heat washed over her as she disentangled herself from the comforting press of Allison's body and slid from the sofa to her knees on the carpet.

Her heart was a frantic bird against her ribs. This was different from being a pet, from the gentle, guided exploration of Allison’s body. This felt… servile. A wave of doubt crested within her. This is too much, a voice in her mind whispered, sharp with panic. I can’t. I shouldn’t. She was a mathematician, a solver of clean, logical problems. There was no formula for the humid, musky scent that filled the air, no theorem for the slick, wet sounds still echoing in her ears. She was supposed to be studying, not kneeling before a near-stranger, her own panties damp with a guilty, traitorous excitement.

Allison, reading the hesitation in her stiff posture, didn't speak. She simply spread her legs wider, an unspoken challenge and an invitation. The powerful muscles of her inner thighs framed the dark, glistening proof of her authority. The sight, so raw and potent, sent a jolt through Suki that was equal parts terror and a dark, unwelcome thrill. The hesitance began to curdle, replaced by a pulsing curiosity. What would it taste like, that power? What would it feel like, to be the source of the queen’s pleasure?

A shaky breath escaped her as she leaned forward. The first touch of her tongue was a hesitant flicker, a ghost of contact against Allison’s swollen outer lips. The flavor exploded on her senses—rich, musky, an intoxicating blend of shea butter and a unique, heady saltiness that was purely, fundamentally Allison. Guilt warred with a shocking, immediate spike of pleasure. It was wrong. It was depraved. And it was the most alive she had ever felt.

Her movements became less timid, more purposeful. She learned the geography of Allison’s pleasure with her mouth, tracing the hard nub of her clit, delving into the slick, welcoming heat of her entrance. Each soft sigh from above, each minute twitch of Allison’s hips, was a reward that fed the hungry thing growing inside her. The doubts were drowned out by the sound of her own ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds her mouth was making. This wasn't just submission; it was a form of worship, and she was losing herself in the liturgy.

Meanwhile, Allison’s keen eyes, hazy with the pleasure Suki’s mouth was providing, scanned her kingdom. Her gaze fell upon Jo, who was still sitting serenely, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. But Allison’s attention wasn't on Jo’s face. It was lower, fixed on the simple white cotton of Jo’s panties. The fabric was darkened, completely saturated with a slickness that visibly gleamed under the lamplight. It was a profound, silent testament to the symphony of sounds and tastes Jo had just conducted.

A slow, predatory smile touched Allison’s lips. Suki was servicing her beautifully, a devoted pet fulfilling her purpose. But a good queen ensured all her subjects were attended to.

“Jo,” Allison murmured, her voice a low thrum that vibrated against Suki’s busy mouth. She reached out, not to push Suki away, but to stroke her hair in absent-minded approval. Her eyes remained locked on the blind girl. “My clever lieutenant. You’ve had your tasting. You’ve sampled the offerings of your sluts.”

She let the words hang, letting the memory of Jo’s feast linger.

“But a performance like that deserves a reward of its own, don’t you think?” Allison continued, her tone dripping with sensual promise. “You’ve been listening, tasting, judging. Now it’s your turn to be the center of attention. Look at you… you’re dripping for it. I think it’s high time you received a proper pleasuring. Don’t you?”

Her gaze swept from Jo’s soaked panties to the four naked, waiting girls—Anita, Cathy, Sam, and Erica.

“Who wants to make our lieutenant come?”