A story about horniness, obedience, and the secret ties between women.

She was more willing than I had anticipated. Even though Amanda said she would be "very eager", I didn't expect her to be that much of a slut. Something within me stirred, wanting to try and see how far she was willing to take it. "You seem to like that," I remarked, looking down at her.

She blushed softly. "I can't help it," she replied. "When I first walked in here, your eyes told me I was going to be unable to say no to you. It would just feel wrong."

I smirked, then got a naughty glimpse in my eye as I spread my legs towards her. "Mmh, then open your mouth," I said cheekily.

She looked up at me a little confused but nodded. "Yes, Ms. Gayheart," she said as she sat back and opened her mouth, ready for whatever I would ask of her.

"You want more of this cunt, slut?" I hissed, spreading my labia with both hands, giving her a good deep look.

She blushed deeper. "S-slut," she muttered as her eyes locked onto my pink butterfly. "Y-yes, Ms. Gayheart, I want more of your wonderful pussy. Please keep allowing me to service you."