All Fridays

I couldn’t blame Gloria for feeling really disoriented right now.

After all, she was currently enjoying the feel of my tongue on her ass. Or at least that’s what she thinking, until right now. How could that same person be behind her ass and next to her face, taking down the blindfold?

The first thing Gloria did with her returning vision was to turn her head towards me.

I was sitting on the sink table next to her, grinning playfully.

Yet she could still feel a tongue on her buttocks.

Her natural reaction was to panic. And try to get up. And find out who in the Hell was eating her ass.

“MFMFMFFFM!”

I put a stop to that immediately. I pushed her back against the marble sink, once again.

“Don’t move, bitch. Yes, that’s right. We have a third person here.”

It was only at this point, that Reagan saw what was going on. Gloria’s blindfold was off. She immediately let go off Gloria’s ass and squatted down on the floor.

You see, right in front of Gloria’s face was the bathroom mirror. But at the angle she was currently staring at her own face, she couldn’t see who was behind her ass. Even when Reagan had been licking it.

The squatting Reagan looked into my eyes. Without any words, she let me know that she was damn close to killing me.

Maybe I should tread more carefully? I didn’t want to poke the beast too much. I just wanted some more danger into our lives. Reagan was in a jam now. She couldn’t speak or rise up from behind the counter without Gloria seeing her.

And that was good enough for me. Gloria didn’t need to find out it was Reagan. The mystery would add a lot to the proceedings with Gloria, and danger into the proceedings with Reagan.

Both of those sounded kinda fun to me.

“You see Gloria, I’m already bored with just spanking and fucking you. I needed to add someone else to the equation as well.”

“MFMFMFFFMMF!!!”

“Yeah, I understand that. You probably want to know who it is.”

I gave a mischievous grin to Reagan. She shook her head desperately.

Fine. I’d let her off the hook.

“Well, it can be whoever you want it to be, Gloria. That’s the power of imagination. Or I can just reveal who it is. It depends on how co-operative they are,” I mused, while Reagan balled up her hand to a fist, and gritted her teeth.

I looked menacing, but I knew her threats were impotent.

“But I want you to know something, Gloria. When you feel that tongue on your ass…” I said, and clicked my fingers at Reagan. She fumed.

Nobody had ever treated her like that. Like a pet. She had self-esteem. She was physically powerful. She was good at her job. But she made just one lapse of judgment. Just one. And now she had to pay dearly for it. Now this man was ordering her around like a ****.

With clear ****, she returned to her previous position, carefully adjusting herself behind Gloria’s ass so that she wouldn’t be seen in the mirror.

And then her tongue landed on Gloria’s sore buttocks, once again. (REAGAN: +4SP) (-49SP)

Gloria yipped and almost got up again as the cold tongue made contact with her burning ass, but once again I was there to hold her down.

“Like I said, when you feel that soothing tongue on your ass, licking away your pain and bad memories, I want you to remember something. I made this happen.”

Gloria looked at me questioningly. Was I actually doing… something nice to her?

The immediate panic began slipping away from her eyes, with every long lick that Reagan provided around her gluteus maximus.

“There are a lot of people I can order around, Gloria. You’re just one of them.”

“Mffmfm?”

“Oh yeah. There’s a lot more people under my command we could have fun with. Never underestimate my power,” I said, giving her a menacing look.

“Mfffmmmmm…” it almost sounded like she was beginning to enjoy the licking again.

Reagan certainly wasn’t.

I don’t think any amount of free spanking of Gloria Diamanti’s ass was worth the humiliation of also licking it.

Well, I did promise her something else as well.

“Be happy I’m giving you this. You could also feel this.”

I clicked my fingers. Reagan quickly understood what I wanted.

She gave a small, tough bite on Gloria’s left cheek. Really tasting that white supple skin beneath her teeth. (REAGAN: +3SP) (-46SP)

Gloria let out a painful shriek in her gag, and tried to spring up. Not possible while I was holding her down.

Reagan left her teeth marks on Gloria’s right cheek as well. I could practically hear Gloria’s tight skin stretch in her mouth. Gloria grew more panicked, but I calmed her down by grabbing her head and staring deeply into her eyes.

I signaled Reagan to stop. She sighed, and returned to her licking duties.

“Now, Gloria. I’m going to remove your gag. Since you are being such a good girl, you obviously won’t scream, right?”

She nodded. A sort of cute, meek nod. She was still a bit shaken up about what was happening.

I removed her gag. True to her words, she didn’t panic, and didn’t shout.

“Okay… who is it?” She asked, a little scared of the answer, as she felt another wet move of the tongue up her kiester.

Reagan’s murderous look intensified again. As if I was about to ruin my fun just like that.

“Anyone you want it to be.”

“But… Is it a man? I-It’s a man right?”

“Anyone you want it to be,” I said while stroking her hair.

“Um… but… who spanked me then?”

“It was me,” I lied. “Never, ever order me to go ‘harder’ again. Alright?” I asked her, while swiftly pulling on her hair so that her eyes met mine.

“I… I won’t, sir.” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+51SP)

Sir? I didn’t prompt that. Well the main reason I wanted to take credit for those spankings was her trait. She should now respect and adore me more. But then again, I wasn’t sure. How exactly would the app work in this situation? Would it raise respect when it literally wasn’t me doing the actual spanking on her, but she thought that it was?

Meh, a small thing to find out later on. I took that ‘sir’ as a sign of it working anyway.

“Now Gloria, that tongue there feels good on your ass, right?”

“…Right, I guess…”

“Do you want an upgrade? Do you want that tongue slathering your pussy?”

Reagan stopped. As I assumed she would.

Her eyes weren’t filled with hate towards me. Now, it was confusion. Or thinking. Or judging. There was an internal monologue going on in her head now. I could probably summarize it this way: “What’s worse; doing what I’m about to be asked to do or running away while I still can?”

Since option B meant dealing with a fallout from Maria, it was clear what the correct choice would be.

She was most likely in denial.

In truth, we both knew this was the next step.

“Um… Wellll… Can you just please tell me their gender? Like if it’s a guy, I’m super into it.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“…I’m not a dyke.”

“Hey, you’re just receiving. It’s not like you are the one kissing someone’s pussy.”

“But it’s still icky. Please tell me. It’s not… someone I know, right?”

“Gloria. I’m going ask you a question next. And I only want to hear a yes or a no, okay?”

She breathed in a little carefully, and then nodded.

“Do you want your pussy licked? Right now?”

“…Yes.”

It was almost as if Reagan’s soul left her body. The denial phase was already over. This was happening. Best to get it over as soon as possible.

She grabbed Gloria’s panties, and pulled them from her young bubble butt all the way to the floor. Reagan steeled herself, and was about to plunge in to her pussy, but I signaled her to stop.

I really didn’t want to, but I wasn’t getting points from either one if they just did it organically. I had to make this a bit more arduous.

“In that case Gloria, ask the mystery person to lick your hot, needy bitchcunt. Those exact words.”

“Oh God… Umm… Hey, you… Could you…”

“Just say the fucking line Gloria, or did you revert to a shy little girl of again?”

Gloria gave me mean look, but relented anyway.

“…Hey, person… Please lick my hot, needy… bitchcunt. Please?” (GLORIA: +2SP) (+53SP)

Just two points again. Goddamn it’s hard to pound points out of this bitch.

Reagan, with her dead, defeated eyes, turned to me. I clicked my fingers.

Then it really happened. Reagan dove nosefirst into her young mistress’ pussy. (REAGAN: +10SP) (-36SP)

It was a wet, hot, sloppy affair. Gloria’s pussy had been more than well lubricated at this point by my constant teasing, so Reagan’s saliva was quickly making a true devil’s concoction with the girl’s juices.

I had no idea if Reagan was a lesbian, or where she was on the sexual scale. The only thing that was painfully apparent, was that she did not like licking the high-class pussy of Gloria Diamanti. It could very well be the first lesbian experience both girls had. It was definitely for Gloria, whether she knew it or not. The way Gloria closed her eyes and was already moaning like a cat in heat, the person between her legs was either Ryan Gosling or Leonardo DiCaprio. Or whoever young girls these days dream about. Probably someone from her boyband poster.

The taste was probably lemony or something. It would partly explain Reagan’s constant sour look. I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t in hurry to taste anyone’s pussy. As I saw it, licking someone else’s sexual organs was always a submissive maneuver. I had never done, not even with Michelle, and I wasn’t planning on doing it. With this app, I wasn’t going in that direction unless my life depended on it.

Reagan wanted this over with. That’s the best explanation for why she suddenly grabbed a hold of Gloria’s sore buttocks and really stuffed her tongue deep inside the folds of the privileged girl. Painting every pink spot with her bendy tongue and molding the person she had been protecting since her teens into a real orgasmic moan machine.

I wonder if all those years flashed before her eyes as she got to know Gloria’s cunt better and better. Those years of pain, perhaps some amount of caring, and then more humiliating pain, all just evolving just to this one point in time when she was practically slurping down her juices and giving extra focus on her clit.

Gloria was more than willing to oblige the probing blonde and, under normal circumstances, would have squirted all over her bodyguard’s face by now. But these weren’t normal circumstances. I still had Gloria in an orgasm lock. I had also chosen to not tell her that this was the case.

I could just order her to cum, and that would be that. But then again, I was planning to train her into slowly understanding that only I could make her cum. Could be fun and interesting if she reaches that conclusion by herself.

So I let Reagan and Gloria go at it for a few minutes. Slowly, both began understanding that something was wrong. Gloria wasn’t exploding into an orgasmic heap. Reagan increased her pace so that she practically looked like a maniac chomping down Gloria’s pussy, with Gloria’s pre-juices covering most of her face by now.

When the frustration on both of their faces became too hard to miss, I decided to step in.

“Looks like I need to finish this,” I said as I pulled my pants down.

Gloria couldn’t see my magnificent dick, but Reagan sure did. She stopped tasting Gloria’s pussy for a moment, and was staring at my meatstick with her mouth almost fully open.

I would have loved to stick my cock there, but it wasn’t the right time. It would be too much for Reagan in one day. There was another hole waiting.

I grabbed Gloria’s ass, and slipped inside her pussy once again.

Gloria let out her highest pitch yet. Damn, I should’ve gagged her before the fucking started. Too late now. If someone was behind that bathroom door, it was game over.

Let’s get this over fast.

My hard-as-rock cock violated her pussyhole like a fucking jackhammer. My plan was to make this feel even more intense than the fucking I gave her three days ago. I even spanked her almost in-need-of-medical-attention ass once or twice. As much as fun as that was, it was stupid. Her shouting became too intense. I had to grab a hold of her mouth as I fucked her. Which just made the fucking even more intense.

Reagan was trying to crawl away. Fat chance.

I clicked my fingers again, pointing at Gloria’s pussy.

Her eyes went wide. What could I possibly want her to do? I was already fucking her in there!

Either way, I kept clicking my fingers until she had to follow my orders. She crawled beneath both of us… And reluctantly licked the underside of the pussy I was fucking. (REAGAN: +11SP) (-25SP)

Then… the sight of that was too much. I couldn’t last much longer.

I bent over Gloria, and whispered in her ear.

“Cum.”

We both came together, at the same time. It was marvelous.

My ropes of sticky cum and her squirting lovejuice dropped right on Reagan’s head.

She was coated in the memory of our sweet lovemaking.

She fell on the floor, completely deflated.

Gloria was on the verge of passing out again. I really hope not, I didn’t want to carry her comatose body out of the restaurant like some serial killer.

But I was feeling tired as well. I laid on Gloria’s back.

The photoshoot and now this.

I wished all Fridays were like these.