Re: Faylin (Farren)
Geero pushed Faylin gently towards the wall, leaning her over and against it so that her arms were on either side of Abby and her eyes were level with her mistress' exposed breasts.
She heard him unfastening his pants and slide them off, then felt the warmth of his prick running along her back, then down along the crease of her butt and sliding between her legs, rubbing through the tight leather shorts and grinding against her womanhood, which was growing wetter by the moment and could be felt through the thin supple layer of leather separating their sexes.
"Aren't your mistress' breasts gorgeous? Why don't you give them a lick?" said Geero, as he drew back and away from Faylin for a moment, leaving her wet and waiting, supporting herself with her hands against the wall, her ass playfully wiggling towards him.
As she did or did not do what he asked of her, Geero slipped a small knife from his boot and placed it's sharp edge slowly and carefully against Fay's crotch and hooking his finger around the sopping wet material, pulled it slightly away from the folds of her sensitive, puffy flesh. "Don't move your butt for second, I love this outfit you got on too much to just take it off you..." he said.
With careful precision, Geero pressed his knife against the leather and then drew it down the crotch of her pants in a long slice, starting from the nub of her camel's toe, back far enough to expose her tight rear hole. "Don't worry about your precious clothes," Geero said, "It's Witch Leather, there's a reason it's so hard to get, you'll soon see..."
Put his knife back in its hidden sheath, Geero spread the new opening he had made and slipped two fingers in through the tear and into Fay's wanton flower, which seemed to swallow them in, clutching tightly as they worked in and out of her.
After several minutes of such foreplay, in which Geero altered the variance of his fingers' thrusting and tugged occasionally at her growing clitoris, the slaver eventually stood up and reapplied his manhood, rubbing its length along her now exposed slit and wetting it with her own lustful ribbons of honey.
"You feel great, Fay. Do you like the feel of me too? Tell your mistress how it feels, so she knows exactly what you're feeling. I know she'll appreciate it. Just look at her." As Geero said this, Faylin observed that Abby had indeed grown wet and aroused, and her face was now that of one who desperately wanted to be included on the fun, but she was still helplessly bound and forced only to watch, unless Faylin took it upon herself to include her mistress.
Geero then pushed himself fully inside Faylin's willing honeypot and took her now for the second time, her body now fully cooperating and gripping him tightly inside her, milking his shaft as he pounded forcefully into her through the ruin of her skimpy garment. She stood on the tip toes of her boots, and let loose moans of pleasure as the slaver worked inside her, pressing her body closer and eventually up against Abby's as the strength in her arms wavered, until eventually the three of them were pressed fully up against the wall together; Abby bound and facing them, enjoying the feeling of Fay's slick body pressing against hers, and behind that, Geero, fucking Fay vertically, his right arm lowering and then lifting Faylin's leg underneath her right knee, his pelvic thrusts pushing fay's hips into Abbys, making their belly's rub against each other.
With a loud satisfying shout, Geero came inside Fay, filling her with his hot seed which then leaked out along the sides of his cock and slid against Abby's sensitive flesh as well.
