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This is my second Fear Effect story (DON'T FORGET TO READ AND REVIEW MY OTHER STORY TOO!!!)
This chapter is just the girls but Glas will join them next time.


“I love to watch you baby.”

Your eyes are dark, lidded, heavy with lust as they rake my body.

I arch off of the sofa, my hips rising pushing towards you. Fingers, now deep inside me, pumping, stroking my inner walls, curling to reach for my sweet spot.

My legs are spread, my knees raised, opening myself wide, exposing the heated flesh of my center to you. My left hand holds my labia apart to show you the dark pink flushed folds of my cunt.

My hips buck as spasms of pleasure shoot through me, muscles tightening on my fingers, my g-spot thrumming.

“Oh…that’s nice baby…I like that…”

Sitting across from me your eyes burn into me. They travel over my partially clad body, drinking in the sight of my lewd display. My panties trail around one ankle, my skirt long discarded. My gypsy top is pulled up to expose my breasts in response to your earlier demand: “Show me your tits baby”…lifted out of my bra, my nipples are stiff, exposed to your hungry eyes, igniting avid fires in your gaze.

You move now. Standing to lean in closer, your eyes wide, watching closely as I slide a third finger into myself.

I moan softly.

“That’s good baby…mmmmm…yeah…that’s good…fuck yourself harder baby.”

I begin to move my fingers faster at your encouragem Swe Sweat beads on my brow, sheens on the bare skin of my belly, pools in the hollow of my navel. A different moisture oozes, spilling between my legs. Lush, slick it coats my fingers, easing their frantic passage within me.

“Ohhhh…” I groan again. My body tightens.

You begin to prowl around me.

“That’s my baby…good girl…” you purr. “You look so good like that…with your legs spread…your cunt open for me…showing me as you play with yourself…so slutty…does it feel good my pretty slut? Mmmmmm?”

Your words burn into me. My hips rise again. My fingers thrust deeper, harder.

“Ohh…ohhh…oh yes it feels g-good…”

You stand above my head now, leaning over me, eyes dark, burning down into mine.

I stare up at you.

Reaching over me now your fingers fasten on the erect nubs of my nipples, teasing, squeezing, pinching.

I gasp, moaning.

“That’s right baby…mmmm…I love watching you.”

Your head dips to bring your mouth over mine. You claim my lower lip, suckling on it, biting gently. I gulp for air at the surging electric spark of your touch. I moan again and you swallow my cry as your tongue strokes the tender sensitivity of my lip.

“Mmmmm baby…so good…” You purr above me as you release my lip. “Now play with your clit baby…”

I jerk, bucking as I obey. My response so much more intense as you control my masturbation than on those, nowbiddbidden, occasions when I used to be free to pleasure myself.

My thumb jags on the pulsing, sensitive kernel of my need, flicking it, setting up a rhythm in counter-point to the thrust of my fingers.

“Ohhhhh…” I moan, sweat running down to form on my lip. Your tongue sweeps to sample the salty tang of my tension. My body hums, resonating like a guitar string. Only your willpower holds my climax at bay.

Whimpering, my eyes plead for your release, permission, to come.

You hold me a little longer, your fingers still taunting my nipples, pushing me ever closer to the precipice but never releasing me, refusing me the fall into the oblivion, the sea of bliss that surges around me.

Your voice is slow, thick with lust. I thrill as I hear your desire for me strong in your voice.

“That’s good baby…so good…I love watching you…I think I want to watch you with someone else…”

My eyes start, wide, staring. I inch a little further towards the brink.

“Mmmmm…yeah baby…watch you fucking…being fucked…you’d like that wouldn’t you baby…putting on a show for me with someone else…mmm?”

Unable to talk I manage a dumb nod. You know I would. You know I would do anything you say…anything you ask…demand…

“That’s my baby…my little slut of a baby…you want to come don’t you baby?”

Again I nod managing to groan aloud my plea.

“Ohh…oh y-uh-uhh…yes p-p-please…”

Your fingers tighten painfully on my buds as you nod.

“Come then baby…come now…”

And the restraining ties of your will release me. I topple over, falling into the abyss of my orgasm. My fingers pump, my wrist a blur and my clit quivers under my furious thumb.

“Ohhh….ohhhhh…ohhhhhhhh…”

I cry out. Not the high keening wail of release of a girl brought, often tearfully, to a pain wracked peak by the skilled ministrations of her mistress, but the low, desperate grunts of a need filled slut, gratifying herself, giving herself over to the basest of urges.

“Ohhhh…ohhh…ohh…” My hips buck, gyrating, rocking as I spasm. My insides tighten, my belly tense as, moaning, I crash over; my display becoming ever more lewd than before.

A look of hunger lurks behind your as as they sparkle, glints of light against their dark brown pools of fire, reflecting the smile that curves your lips.

They hold my gaze, locking my eyes on yours.

“That’s good baby…so hot…you’re gonna look so hot as you fuck someone else…”

I tremble, shivering slightly as the after shocks of my climax rumble slowly through me, stripping me of vigor, leaving me enervated, languid.

“Oh yeah…now who can we get to fuck you baby?”

I stare silently into your eyes.

“Pes wes we could get a hooker…mmmm…maybe we’ll go cruising and I’ll watch you pick up a whore…”

My insides tighten again, in alarm or arousal.

“Mmmm…my whore with another whore…nice…but…nah…I have a better idea…”

You pause, an eyebrow raised, taunting, waiting me to ask.

“Wh-what Hana… tell me p-please.”

The silence drags out. I begin to squirm uncomfortably as your eyes drift slowly over my body.

Eventually you speak.

“Deke and Glas… they like to play…we’ll ask them…”

My eyes widen again.

“Oh…oh no Hana…no please…”

“Yes baby…in fact it gives me another idea…”

Again you pause, mischief and menace playing across your features.

“…I think I’ll give you to Glas…”

Stunned, speechless I swallow, desperate to argue to reason with you. ‘Oh no please Hana…don’t…no please.’

But no protest leaves my lips.

“You’ve never had a man have you sweetie?”

Panic settles like ice in my stomach. My jaw works but words will not come.

“Mmmm…” You’re moan is low, heavy, growling with lust. “I’m so gonna love watching Glas fuck you baby…take your ‘virginity’…”

Finally I manage to speak.

“N-no…oh please no Hana…d-don’t make me…I don’t want…”

“Hush baby.” You interrupt my objection, your head dipping to brush your lips over mine again. “You’ll do it baby…you know you will…you’ll do it because I want you to.”

My protests subside; the truth of the matter hitting home. I know it as well as you do. I’ll do anything you ask.

Tears well in the corners of my eyes. My head shakes in stifled denial.

The zipper of your jeans whispers, catching in my ear as you slide your pants over your hips.

“In the meantime…”

Your panties follow them to the floor.

“…I’m gonna ride your pretty face baby…”

Your leg swings over my face to straddle me.

Your cunt is hot and humid, wet, succulent, spicy, intense as it lowers onto
my mouth.

I hear your groan as my tongue begins to explore the contours, the sculpted
fleshy shape of your pussy.