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Annabelle & Bridget, Part Seventeen
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 22:58:18 +0000 UTCFuck.
Apparently that was all it took. I hadn’t realized just how warmed up my body was until I gently penetrated myself. Inhaling from both pleasure and surprise, as I normally wasn’t that sensitive, I arched slightly and had about two seconds where I forgot where I was or what I was doing. That is, until Annabelle whispered in my ear, “Don’t you dare close your eyes, pet.”
I hadn’t. Not fully, anyway. It wasn’t my fault if there was a small flutter as a reaction to my touch down there. The redhead’s seductive, commanding voice was enough to keep me in reality, where I was staring at Bridget’s bare chest and starting to finger myself while the girl who collared me was making sure it wasn’t quite as simple as when I pleasured myself at home.
Now that Annabelle had verified that ‘eyes open’ was more than just an implication, I took a breath and willed myself to focus on Bridget’s body as I pushed deeper inside myself and hooked my fingers up to find the sweet spot. Maybe Annabelle got off in a similar way? God, I felt like such a slut. A minute or two ago, the prospect of doing that with her felt so daunting; now I was actively thinking about what it would be like to slip my fingers inside of her, how she’d react, what she’d sound like . . .
What I wasn’t thinking about was what I was doing to my own body. As I continued looking at the perfect breasts mere feet from my face and imagining Annabelle with her head tilted back as her similarly perfect chest rose and fell with every labored breath, my hand was basically on autopilot. I knew my own body intimately, after all, and had touched myself enough times to do so while focused on whatever was currently turning me on. While I wasn’t much of a porn girl, I could appreciate a hot picture or GIF, and often used such ‘inspiration’ when solo.
My breathing was getting more shallow as I gradually worked myself closer to the edge. Out of pure habit, I cupped one of my breasts with my other hand and gave myself a good squeeze. That prompted Annabelle to do the same. She mirrored my hand, though her touch was more rough than mine as she firmly gripped my opposite breast and gave my neck a sharp bite.
“F-fuck!” I moaned, my entire body arching from the combination of stimuli. Again, my eyelids fluttered amidst the wave of lust, completely out of my control.
That was when Bridget stepped forward and slapped me across the face. “MERE. Eyes open, you dumb slut!”
Moaning again, this time out of pure submission and humiliation, I looked up at her with glossy eyes and whimpered. “Y-yes, Ms. Bridget.” Between the stinging cheek and my breathlessness, I barely had a voice.
“Mere!” Annabelle hissed in my ear, easily able to pivot between my neck and my other sensitive area, “Did we say you can fucking stop?”
“No, Ms. Annabelle!” I exclaimed. She was right. Horny as I was from all of this, Bridget’s slap had caused me to hesitate with the hand between my thighs as I processed the sudden pain.
Doing my very best to keep both girls happy, I started to finger myself like I had been doing before, this time focusing on Bridget’s chest while actively reminding myself to not avert my gaze or allow myself to get so worked up that I reacted like I was used to doing when touching myself like this.
Whether it was their intention or not, the balance between being turned on and needing to be obedient caused me to edge myself more than I normally would in a warmed up state like this.
Bridget’s boobs really were amazing. The more I trained my gaze on them, the more I studied every last detail of their shape and size. I had never been particularly fascinated by the female form outside of idle curiosity in the back of my mind, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to kiss her soft skin, maybe take her nipple into my mouth and . . .
I let out a soft moan as I settled into the rhythm I had before, this time resisting the natural impulse to close my eyes. While I was visually focused on Bridget, I couldn’t help but somewhat blur her bare body with Annabelle’s. Not only had I seen the redhead in various states of undress, but she and I had been rather intimate a couple times recently compared to my less than friendly relationship with my former rival.
Biting my lip as Annabelle brushed my nipple in just the right way with her thumb, I subconsciously began massaging my opposite breast to keep up with what she was doing. We would never sync up completely, being two different girls working on my chest like that, but I would feel totally off balance if only one side was groped as roughly as Annabelle was currently squeezing.
Moaning again as the hot, young girl next to me nibbled my ear and followed it up with a breathy exhale, I finally found myself getting into all of this. Submitting to two girls at the same time, neither of which should have such power over me. Admitting to myself that I appreciated and was starting to lust after the fairer sex. And that I was close enough to the edge that I didn’t care about the two girl audience, the well lit room, or the ramifications of what I was doing.
I could feel myself tensing up in anticipation of a well deserved climax. My breath hitched as I continued staring at Bridget’s bare form and, when I was seconds away from release . . .
Annabelle grabbed my wrist, and yanked my hand away when all I needed was a few more rubs. “Not yet, Mere,” she said, “Do you really think it’s fair for my obedient pet to get off before I do?”
