novelslam Chapter 1217: Chapter 1212
Chapter 1217: Chapter 1212
Chapter 1217: Chapter 1212
Hello, My Friends!
Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I just wanted to take a sec to say THANK YOU for all your support this year. Seriously, you all mean the world to me, and I couldn't do what I love without you.
Stay cozy, stay awesome, and have the best Christmas ever![]❤
Cheers,
Snake Empress
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By the time Heather's multiple orgasm came to an end, Simone's nose and chin were wet because she was licking Heather's gushing cunt. She'd pulled her fingers out of it to make room for her tongue, and those fingers were playing with Heather's perineum (taint) and ass crack.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Simone whispered, "Now, let's talk about the third thing your Bitch Trainer ordered you to do. In addition to perfecting your Kegel exercises and deep throating skills to endlessly pleasure him with your cunt and your mouth, we still have your ass. Your incredible, firm, bitchy ass, itchy with constant fuck-need. He wants you to perfect this 'anal wave' thing, which I guess is like Kegel squeezing deep in your ass. Are you ready to do that too?"
Heather gasped with breathless exhaustion, "So ready! So motherfuckin' ready!" She was surprisingly loquacious, given how hard it was for her to say anything at all in her current condition. "I almost want to cry just... just... thinking about... that he's not... fucking my ass right now!"
Simone chuckled at that, especially since it was clearly heartfelt. "He's not. But I'm right here. And, like I said, I'm fulfilling his orders. And I have a surprise for you."
Simone got up and went back to the bag she'd brought. Then she knelt back between Heather's splayed out legs. "Okay. Prepare yourself for something big! Something REALLY big!"
Heather barked angrily, "HEY! Don't badmouth him!" Then she said more thoughtfully, while struggling just to breathe, "Maybe that's part of it, but... There's so... so much more. Can't explain... UGH! This is not the... the time... to, to talk. About fucking ANYthing. Later, okay?"
"Okay." Simone realized Heather was far too winded and horny to carry on much of a conversation. "Still, it's all fun and games now, but I'm getting a bit concerned you're getting TOO into him. I mean, you've been off your game lately. For instance, what about the Homecoming Queen competition? That's coming up right around the corner, and you've hardly given it any thought at all. That's so unlike you. Normally, you'd have locked things up by now with your scheming. Are you gonna let Donna walk away with the title, by default?" Heather growled, "Obviously not! I have plans, okay? Big plans. I'll tell you about them later, okay?" She was bluffing, since she didn't have any concrete plans yet. She panted for air before passionately gasping out, "How do you expect me to talk when you've got that fuckin' baseball bat up my ass?!"
With obvious mock concern, Simone asked, "Should I take it out then?"
Heather hissed menacingly through gritted teeth, "Only if you want to die! This. Bitch. Trainer. Is. MINE!" Her entire body shook as she struggled with her bindings.
Simone knew Heather well enough to know when her friend was joking, and right now Heather was deadly serious.
Simone chuckled. "Well, since you feel that way, I suppose we can let you enjoy yourself for a while." She resumed fingering Heather's cunt, probing to her G-spot again, while she also started sliding the anal dildo in and out of her friend's rectum with her other hand. Heather thought, So fuckin' INTENSE! God, I fuckin' love it! But I feel guilty. Simone's right. I have been totally blowing off the Homecoming Queen contest. I'm sure Donna has been busy gathering support while I've been so focused on getting fucked by my Sir and related matters, like the football player problem, that I'm barely even keeping up with the gossip about it. But, in my defense... THIS! Feeling this good is so fuckin' awesome that who the fuck cares about that stupid contest anyway? Although, how could I not win? Of course I'm going to win. I'm Heather Morgan, dammit! It may be too close for comfort, but I'll rally at the last minute, I'm sure. I always get what I want. And, if I'm the Homecoming Queen, my Sir will desire me that much more. Titles do matter. I can just imagine the victory celebration. Simone and I will spend all night with him, sucking and fucking! Sir will fuck both of us so hard and long in every hole that we'll be unable to walk straight for days! I'll be burping up the taste of his cum for even longer than that! HA!
And maybe I'll send Donna a video of it all, just because I'm such a gracious winner. She snickered at that, since she well knew that she was anything but. She'll fingerbang herself until she's literally too tired to move a finger. Meanwhile, I'll have my man, AND the title, AND delicious cum oozing out of every hole. Well, maybe not EVERY hole... since I'll be keeping my Sir's hard cock and rich creamy cum buried DEEP in my ass! Take THAT, Donna. Loooooser!
Life is good! Okay, Simone's made her point that maybe I'm not about to crush my Sir like a bug. But so what? I'd be a fool to. I still have all the power; I just choose not to use it. The key is to eliminate the competition and get him as hooked on me as I am on him, until he agrees to make me his official
girlfriend. Then life will be twice as sweet!
Simone was slowly increasing the speed and depth of her anal penetration with the dildo. She could tell that she'd have Heather cumming without restraint soon. She said, "Oh, by the way, have I mentioned that I don't have anywhere I need to be for the next few hours? Alan has given me strict orders that you need to be 'punished' quite a lot. Which means I'm going to make you cum, and cum, and cum again, and then cum some more. And some more after that! And you're going to do the same to me."
Heather grinned from ear to ear. Fuck! How great is that? Life is so fucking good!
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