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Rina’s mouth was on me before I could even catch my breath. The second her tongue dragged a slow, flat stripe up the length of my dripping slit, my back arched clean off the bed and a broken moan tore out of my throat. “Oh fuck—Rina!” She hummed against my pussy like she was tasting the finest thing she’d ever had, the vibration shooting straight to my clit. Her auburn hair spilled over my thighs as she settled in deeper, shoulders wedged between my spread legs, hands gripping the soft flesh of my inner thighs to hold me open. She licked me again, slower this time, savoring every inch from my entrance up to my swollen clit, then back down, circling my hole teasingly before pushing her tongue inside. “Mmm… you’re so fucking wet, Betty,” she murmured, voice muffled against my folds. “Taste so sweet. I could eat this pretty cunt all night.” I whimpered, fingers tangling in her hair as she fucked me with her tongue slowly, with deep strokes that made obscene wet sounds every time she

I sagged against the wall, thighs trembling. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I’d never felt this instantly, desperately aroused in my life. After a long shower that did nothing to cool the fire in my blood, I chose a midnight-blue silk slip dress, with thin straps, and short hem that barely covered the curve of my ass, no bra, and no panties. The fabric whispered against my hard nipples with every movement. I left my long auburn hair loose and added a touch of red lipstick. At exactly eight I descended the stairs. Jeff waited in the candlelit dining room, standing at the head of the long mahogany table. He’d changed into a black button-down, sleeves rolled to reveal corded forearms, top buttons open to show a hint of tanned chest. His eyes tracked every sway of my hips as I crossed the room. When I stopped in front of him, he let his gaze roam slowly over my body, lingering on my nipples, the dip of my waist, and the hem that rode high on my thighs. “Beautiful,”

Jeff’s POV The memory of Chloe in that policewoman costume—bent over, ass red from my hand, screaming my name while I filled her—kept me hard all day. By evening I was restless, pacing the playroom, checking the ropes and restraints one last time. The St. Andrew’s cross stood ready in the center, its black leather gleaming under the low lights. Tonight I would push her further. Tonight she would learn exactly how much control I could take and how sweetly she would beg when I gave it back. At precisely eight the door opened. Chloe stepped inside wearing the schoolgirl outfit I had laid out for her. Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. A tiny white blouse tied just under her full breasts, leaving her midriff bare and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. White thigh-high socks with little bows, black Mary Jane shoes, and her auburn hair in two loose pigtails. She looked innocent and filthy

Jeff’s POV The image of Chloe on her knees in that tiny maid uniform, face and tits covered in my cum while she licked every drop like a good girl, had kept my cock half-hard all day. By evening I was ready to push her even deeper into surrender. The playroom was prepared, the stirrups attached to the padded exam table I’d had custom-built, restraints laid out, a tray of “medical” toys gleaming under the low lights—soft clamps, a speculum, a thick vibrating wand, and plenty of lube. Nothing too extreme, but enough to make her feel thoroughly examined and owned. Chloe stepped in wearing the nurse outfit, and my breath caught. The white latex dress hugged every curve, the hem so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs. A deep V-neckline pushed her full breasts up, the red cross emblem stretched tight across them. She wore white thigh-high stockings with garter straps, red heels, and a little nurse’s cap perched on her auburn hair. A stethoscope hung around her neck, and she car

My cock twitched hard the moment her breathy voice floated through the screen of the confessional. “I have sinned, Father,” she whispered, low and trembling. “It has been months since my last confession.” I shifted on the hard wooden seat, already feeling the familiar ache building in my groin. That voice sounded so much like Sister Lucia’s, the same tone I heard every morning during Lauds. But no, I told myself firmly, pushing the thought away. It couldn’t be. She was a nun, pure and devoted. This was just some a lady from the parish. “Go on, my child,” I murmured, my voice steadier than I felt. My hand moved instinctively to my lap, pressing against the growing bulge in my cassock. She drew a shaky breath. “My father was away for some weeks, his best friend came over to return some tools and help with the leaking sink. We talked for some time, and had a little wine. Then he looked at me, and I… I couldn’t stop myself.” My cock throbbed, straining against the fabric. I palmed it