Chapter 3: Anna's task
Laura opened the curtain of the changing room, asking the saleswoman for a matching pair of high heel sandals. "Very well, madam. Let's find you the perfect footwear to complement your ensemble." She led Laura to a wall lined with high heels, each pair more exquisite and provocative than the last. Laura's eyes widened as she took in the selection, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to look perfect for Jamila, to feel desirable and desired. "What do you think?" she asked the saleswoman, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like something to match the dress. daring." The saleswoman's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and respect. "I see," she murmured. She turned to the wall and ran her fingers over the various pairs of shoes, her brow furrowed in thought.
Her hand paused over a pair of sandals with a red sole that matched her chosen lingerie and dress perfectly. They were sky-high, with delicate ankle straps and a peep-toe design that showcased the perfect amount of toe cleavage. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of wearing them, of feeling the height and the power they would give her.
"These," she said decisively, holding them up to the saleswoman. The woman's eyes widened in approval, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Excellent choice, madam.
I'll have them wrapped up for you along with the dress and lingerie," the saleswoman declared, taking the shoes from Laura's hands with a confident smile. Laura nodded, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As the saleswoman turned to gather the items, Laura hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the curtain. Then, remembering her earlier promise to Jamila, she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. "And I'll take those, too," she said, pointing to a display of delicate, lacy gloves. The saleswoman raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over the gloves with a discerning gaze. "They'll complement your ensemble nicely," she murmured, adding them to the pile.
Laura breathed a sigh of relief, relieved to have completed her task. "Thank you," she said to the saleswoman, handing over her credit card. The woman nodded, swiping the card with practiced ease. As the transaction was processed, Laura couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She was doing this, really doing this. For Jamila. The saleswoman handed Laura her receipt, a polite smile on her face. "Enjoy your evening, madam." Laura smiled back, tucking the receipt into her purse. "Thank you, I will." She turned and made her way out of the shop, the bags swinging gently in her hand.
Outside, the warm Milan sunshine greeted her, the city bustling with life and energy. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for her next task.
She hailed a cab, and as it pulled up to the curb, she gave the driver the address of the most highly recommended beauty salon in the city. As they drove through the bustling streets, Laura couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of seeing Jamila's reaction to her new look.
Upon arriving at the beauty salon, Laura stepped out of the cab, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a moment to admire the elegant facade of the building, the large windows adorned with golden lettering that spelled out the salon's name. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside the cool, fragrant air of the salon.
Meanwhile Anna was home, she had Just finished showering and was about to get ready for the task Jamila gave her.
Crossing her bedroom, she opened the closet door and started going through her lingerie drawer, looking for something that would make her feel like the slut Jamila wanted her to be. She selected a black thong, a matching black lace bra that pushed her breasts up and accentuated her cleavage, and a pair of sheer black stockings with a suspender belt. After trying them on, she admired herself in the mirror, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and self-loathing. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of being used by both Jamila and Laura's husband. She added a black leather corset to her ensemble, cinching it tightly around her waist, and a pair of black patent leather heels that made her legs look even longer and more tantalizing, she decided then to complete the outfit with a very short skirt, something that barely covered her nyloned thighs.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a pang of self-disgust, but it was quickly replaced by the thrill of anticipation. She was doing this, truly becoming the slut that Jamila wanted her to be. With a deep breath, she sprayed on a generous amount of her most expensive perfume, the one that always made her feel sexy and empowered. Grabbing her keys and her purse, she turned off the lights and locked the door behind her, the click of the lock echoing ominously in the silence of her apartment.
Anna stepped out into the cool evening air, her heart pounding in her chest as she walked towards her car. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been plaguing her since her encounter with Jamila earlier that day. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, that she was betraying her best friend and her friend's husband.
But she also knew that she couldn't resist the thrill that coursed through her veins, the dark excitement that made her heart race. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. The phone rang twice before a familiar, warm voice answered on the other end. "Hello, Anna? Is everything okay?" Simone's voice was filled with concern, surprise registering in his tone. Anna took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. "Hi, Simone. Yes, everything's fine. I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by and see if you and Laura need any help with anything." Simone paused for a moment, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "That's really kind of you, Anna.
I am actually alone at the moment, Laura was called into an emergency meeting at the university. I'm just having a quiet evening in, trying to catch up on some reading." Simone's voice was warm and inviting, a hint of loneliness detectable in his tone.
Anna felt a pang of guilt at the thought of what she was about to do, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "Oh, that's too bad about Laura. I'll be over in about twenty minutes, then. Should I bring anything? Wine, maybe?" Anna suggested, already knowing the answer.
Simone hesitated for a moment before responding, "No, that's alright, Anna. I've got everything I need right here. But thank you for the offer. I'll see you soon."
Anna hung up the phone, her heart pounding in her chest.
She quickly started her car and made her way to Simone's apartment, the city lights blurring past her as she drove. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back now. As she parked her car and walked up to the building, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She knocked on the door, and after a moment, Simone opened it, a warm smile on his face. "Anna, it's so good to see you," he said, stepping aside to let her in. Anna forced a smile, her stomach churning with a mix of excitement and guilt. "Thanks, Simone. I'm glad to be here," she replied, stepping into the apartment. Simone led her to the living room, where a glass of red wine awaited her on the coffee table. "I thought you might like this," he said, handing her the glass.
Anna took a sip, the rich, full-bodied wine coating her throat and settling in her belly, a warmth that spread through her limbs. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs, and Simone sat down next to her, his thigh brushing against hers.
"So, how have you been, Anna?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Anna forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've been good, thanks. Just a little busy, you know how it is." She took another sip of her wine, trying to steady her nerves.
Simone nodded, his eyes searching hers. "I understand.
Work can be so all-consuming sometimes," Simone responded, his voice a soothing balm. As he spoke, Anna noticed his gaze flicking down to her feet, his eyes lingering on her shoes. She followed his line of sight, realizing that her high heels were on full display, her crossed legs thrusting them into prominence. She blushed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Maybe this was what she was meant to do—take control, seduce Simone, make him hers for the night. She uncrossed her legs, letting one foot rest on the couch, her shoe dangling provocatively. She watched Simone's eyes follow the movement, his breath hitching slightly. "You look... lovely, Anna," he said, his voice husky. "Thank you," she replied, her voice low and sultry, a persona she barely recognized but embraced. She took another sip of her wine, her eyes locked onto Simone's. She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper, "You know, I've always found you attractive, Simone. Ever since the first time I met you." Simone's eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He stuttered, "Anna, I...
I don't know what to say," Simone stammered, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Anna smiled, a slow, sultry curl of her lips, and took a deliberate sip of her wine. Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, she slid her foot out of the dangling shoe, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Simone's eyes flicked down to the shoe, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight of her nyloned foot, the delicate arch, the painted nails. "You're beautiful, Anna," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Anna leaned in closer, her voice a low purr. "Do you like my foot Simone?! You seem you are not able to take your eyes off to it." Anna wiggled her toes, the nylon of her stockings rustling softly. Simone's breath hitched, his eyes glued to the movement. "Yes," he admitted, his voice a raspy whisper. "I can't seem to look away." Anna smiled, her confidence growing. She tucked her other foot underneath her, angling her body towards him. She knew she had him now, that she could have him if she wanted. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the back of his hand, her touch light and teasing. "You want to touch them, don't you, Simone?" She leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "Do you want to feel how soft they are?" Simone's breath caught in his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. He nodded, his voice barely audible. "Yes, Anna.
I want to touch them," Simone admitted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes flicking back down to her feet. Anna smiled, a slow, sultry curl of her lips, as she lifted her nyloned foot, the one that had been resting on the couch, and placed it gently on Simone's thigh. She could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of his pants, and she saw a visible tremor run through him as her flesh made contact with his. "Go ahead, Simone. Touch them," she murmured, her voice a low invitation. Simone's hand hovered for a moment, as if unsure, before he reached out and tentatively brushed the underside of her foot with his fingertips. Anna drew in a sharp breath at the contact, her eyes fluttering closed briefly at the sensation.
She opened them again, her voice a soft command. "Kiss them, Simone. I want you to kiss my toes." Simone's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and desire in his gaze. He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of the boundaries he was being invited to cross. But the hunger in Anna's eyes was unmistakable, and with a groan, he leaned down, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of her nyloned foot. Anna let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the cushions as she savored the sensation of his mouth on her. She could feel the heat of his breath, the tantalizing brush of his stubble against her sensitive skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. She reached out, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. "That's it, Simone.
Show me how much you want me," Anna said, her voice a low purr, her fingers tightening in his hair. Simone moaned against her foot, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her instep. Anna's breath hitched, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the sensation. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted more. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Simone's as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel your tongue on my nyloned feet, Simone, i want you to lick them." Anna said, Just before remembering that Jamila ordered her go take pics of her task.
She quickly grab her phone from her purse and snaps a couple of pics, making sure Simone's face was clearly visibile, with his mouths wrapped around her toes. She sent the pics immediately to Jamila, along with a quick text "Look what I am about to do for you. I hope you like it."
Jamila quickly replied "Fuck, Anna. That's so fucking hot. Make sure to send more pics as you go along. I want to see everything."
This text made Anna's pussy throb even more, she was so turned on by Jamila's response. She put the phone aside and concentrated on the task at hand.
"Simone, I want you to take your time. Lick every inch of my nyloned feet, my toes, my calves, just like a good boy." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Simone groaned, his hands running up her calves, his tongue swirling around her ankle bone before making his way to her toes. He sucked each one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth scraping slightly, sending electric shocks through Anna's body. She moaned, her hands gripping the cushions, her hips squirming on the couch. "Yes, just like that," she whispered, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.
Simone was eager to please, his tongue swirling and sucking, his hands massaging her legs, his touch soft yet firm. Anna could feel the heat building within her, her pussy aching for more. She reached down, her fingers finding the zipper of his pants, slowly pulling it down. Simone looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a question in his gaze. Anna bit her lip, a wicked smile playing on her face. "Take off your pants, Simone. I want to see that cock of yours." Simone hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
He slowly pushed his pants down, revealing his hard but small cock, already eager for her. Anna's eyes widened slightly at the sight, her voice catching in her throat. She never seen it before, of course, and the stark contrast between his enthusiasm and his size caught her off guard. She reached out, her nyloned toes wrapping around his length, her touch gentle yet firm.
Simone gasped, his hips bucking slightly at the contact. She could feel how eager he was, his cock already hard and ready. She began to stroke him, her toes moving in a slow, teasing rhythm, her eyes locked onto his as he watched her every move. She smiled, her voice a low murmur, "You like that, don't you, Simone? You like how my toes feel on your cock." Simone moaned, his head falling back, his eyes fluttering closed briefly at the sensation. God, yes," he groaned. Anna continued her ministrations, her toes gliding over him, her grip tightening slightly. She could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in shallow gasps. She leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper, "Do you want more, Simone? Do you want to cum on my nyloned feet?" She teased.
Simone nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, please, Anna. I want to cum on your nyloned feet." Anna smiled, her eyes locked onto his, as she swiftly grabbed her phone from the table, still stroking Simone's cock with her toes. She snapped a picture of the eager, hard cock in her toes, then another of Simone's flushed face, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a silent moan. She quickly sent the pictures to Jamila, along with a text, "Look what I'm about to make him do. You should see his face, so eager and hot."
Anna's actions sent Simone over the edge. He groaned, his hips bucking as he released himself, his cum spurting out and landing on Anna's nyloned feet.
Anna laughed, a wicked, sultry sound that filled the room. "Look what you've done, Simone," she teased, her fingers grabbing her phone and snapping a picture of her cum-covered feet. She turned the phone towards him, showing him the image. "Now, clean it up. Be a good boy and lick it off." Simone's eyes widened, shock and embarrassment flashing across his face. But the desire in Anna's eyes was unmistakable, and with a deep blush, he leaned down, his tongue tentatively touching her foot.
He could taste himself on her nyloned skin, the salty tang of his own pleasure filling his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his face flushed with embarrassment, but the look in Anna's eyes spurred him on. He began to lick, his tongue moving slowly over her skin, cleaning off the thick, white evidence of his release. Anna watched him, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in a soft moan. She could feel the heat building within her, the sight of Simone's submissive act sending shivers down her spine.
"That's it, Simone," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Clean it up like a good boy." Simone's cock twitched, his embarrassment giving way to a renewed desire. He looked up at Anna, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and want.
Anna's heart pounded in her chest, her desire growing with his submission. She reached for her phone, her fingers quickly navigating to the camera app. "Simone, look up at me," she commanded, her voice a low, sultry whisper. He complied, his eyes meeting hers, a sheen of unshed tears in them. Anna started recording, the camera capturing the intimate scene in all its raw, filthy detail. "Tell me what you're doing, Simone," she said, her voice a soft purr. Simone hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice a husky whisper. "I'm... I'm cleaning you with my tongue, Anna. I'm licking my cum off your nyloned feet." Anna's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing at his words. She had never felt so powerful, so in control.
She looked down at Simone, his tongue lapping at her feet, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. The sight sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Do you like what you're doing, Simone?" Anna asked, her voice husky with desire. Simone looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly before darting away. He hesitated for a moment before nodding, his voice a soft whisper. I like it." His admission sent a thrill through her, her pussy clenching with need. "I never thought I would, but... but it feels right. With you." Anna smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. She had him right where she wanted him, completely under her spell. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding his head back to her feet. "Then do it better, Simone.
Show me how much you want this. Make me feel it," Anna commanded, her voice thick with desire. She wiggled her toes, the nylon of her stockings rustling softly, taunting him. Simone looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in, his tongue tentatively touching the tip of her big toe. Anna gasped, her eyes fluttering closed briefly at the sensation. "Yes, like that," she whispered, her hips squirming on the couch. "Suck on my toe, Simone. Show me how much you want it." Simone's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto hers as he took her toe into his mouth, his warm, wet tongue swirling around it. Anna moaned, her hands gripping the cushions, her body arching towards him.
The sensation of Simone's warm, wet tongue swirling around her nyloned toe was exquisite, sending electric shocks straight to her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure between her legs growing with each second that passed. She looked down at Simone, his eyes locked onto hers, his tongue working her toe, and she knew that she was close. Very close. She panted, her breath coming in short gasps, her body tensing. "Simone... yes... right there," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Simone increased his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his lips sucking harder. Anna threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She could feel her toes curling, her ankles clenching, her entire body shuddering with release.
As the last waves of her orgasm subsided, she breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she looked down at Simone, still kneeling between her legs, his face flushed with exertion and desire. She reached out, her fingers brushing through his hair, her touch gentle yet firm. "You did good, Simone," she whispered, her voice hoarse with satisfaction. She looked down at her phone, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stopped the recording. She quickly added a caption, "Good boy, Simone," and sent the video to Jamila, along with a text, "Our little task is complete. I hope you enjoyed the show."
Anna leaned back against the couch, her body still humming with pleasure. She could feel the weight of what she had done, the significance of her actions, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the thrill that coursed through her veins.
She looked down at her phone, her heart pounding as she saw a new message from Jamila. "That was hot as fuck, Anna. But you're not done yet. Make Simone fist your pussy and explain him that your pussy is too stretched for his Little dick, afterall this is the only truth, you know i have reshape your pussy on my foot. I want to see every inch of his hand inside you." Anna's breath hitched, her eyes widening at Jamila's words. She had never done anything like that before, had never even considered it. But the thought of pushing Simone's boundaries, of fully submitting to Jamila's will, sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at Simone, who was still kneeling between her legs, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He had no idea what was coming next, and Anna felt a powerful thrill at the thought of being the one to lead him into uncharted territory.
She knew what Jamila wanted, and she was determined to give it to her.
Anna looked down at Simone, her eyes meeting his as she spoke, her voice steady and commanding. "Simone, I want you to do something for me. I want you to make a fist with your hand, and I want you to slide it inside me."
Simone's eyes widened in surprise and uncertainty, his body stiffening at her words. He looked up at Anna, questions and hesitation written all over his face. "Anna, are you sure about that? I don't want to hurt you."
Anna smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. She reached out, her fingers gently touching his cheek, her voice a low whisper. "You won't hurt me, Simone. Not if you do it right.
You see, Simone, your cock is just too small for me now. My pussy is stretched out, gaping wide. I need something bigger, something that will fill me up completely. Just like your hand." Anna's voice was low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Simone's as she spoke the words that she knew would shock him. She had never spoken so bluntly, so crudely, but there was a thrill in it, a power that coursed through her veins. Simone's eyes widened in shock, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Anna, I don't know if I can do that." he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
Anna smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her touch gentle yet firm. And then she quickly stripped off her skirt and panties, keeping on only the gather and stockings.
"I know you can, Simone. And you won't hurt me. Just go slow, nice and easy." Simone hesitated for a moment longer, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. He took a deep breath, his hand curling into a loose fist, his fingers brushing against the wetness of her pussy. He looked down, his eyes locked onto the sight of his hand, his breath hitching slightly as he slowly began to push his fist inside her. Anna moaned, her hips arching towards him, her body opening up to his invasion. She could feel the stretch, the burn as her body accommodated his hand, but it was a pleasurable, still nothing comprared to Jamila's foot, but still a sensation that sent shivers down her spine. She watched his face, his eyes flicking between hers and the sight of his hand disappearing into her, his expression a mix of concentration and awe.
She quickly grabbed her phone, her free hand snapping a picture of Simone's fist buried inside her, the stark contrast between his skin and her own making the image all the more intimate. She sent the picture to Jamila, along with a quick text, "Your wish is my command, Jamila. Look what your good little slave is doing for you right now."
Simone looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a question in his gaze. "What are you doing, Anna?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. Anna smiled, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek, her touch soft and reassuring. "Just taking a picture, darling. You look so hot right now, all up inside me.
My pussy is stretched wide for you, Simone. Anna's words were a sultry whisper, her eyes locked onto his as she spoke, her voice filled with a mix of pride and lust. She could feel the heat building within her, her body humming with desire as she watched Simone's hand disappear inside her.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and Anna looked down, her breath hitching as she saw a new message from Jamila: "That's so fucking hot, Anna. But there's room for more. Make him use his other hand. Take both of them in your white slutty cunt." Anna's heart pounded in her chest as she read Jamila's words, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. She looked up at Simone, her eyes meeting his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Simone, I want you to use your other hand too. I want you to fist both hands inside me, nice and slow. Can you do that for me?" Simone's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Anna, I... I don't know if that's possible." Anna could see the concern in his eyes, the hesitation in his voice. But she knew what Jamila wanted, and she was determined to give it to her. She reached up, her fingers gently cupping his cheek, her touch soft and reassuring. "Simone, trust me. It will fit, I promise. Just go slow, and listen to my body. If I tell you to stop, you stop, okay?" But Anna's certainty was infectious, and slowly, he nodded in agreement.
He began to move his second hand, mimicking the slow, deliberate movements of the first. He slid it along the wetness of her pussy, feeling the give of her skin, the warmth of her body opening up to him. Anna gasped, her hips lifting slightly, her back arching as she felt the double invasion. "That's it, Simone," she whispered, her voice a low moan, her eyes locked onto his. "Go slow, just like I said. Feel me, stretch me." Simone took a deep breath, his hands beginning to spread apart, his fingers brushing against each other as they moved deeper inside her. Anna's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly at the new sensation, but she quickly relaxed, her body opening up to the unfamiliar intrusion. She looked down, her eyes locked onto the sight of Simone's hands, the contrast between his skin and hers stark and intimate.
She could feel the stretch, the burn as her body accommodated his invasion, and it sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, Simone. Just like that," she whispered, her voice a low moan. "I want to feel you fill me up completely."
Simone's hands began to move in unison, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent electric shocks through Anna's body. She moaned, her hands gripping the couch, her body arching towards him. Fuck me harder. Show me what you can do," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry command, her eyes locked onto his. Simone's breath hitched, his eyes meeting hers briefly before darting away, a flush spreading across his cheeks. He increased his pace, his hands moving faster, his fingers sliding deeper into her.
Anna could feel her pussy stretching wider, her inner walls clinging to his skin, her body tensing and releasing with each thrust. Suddenly, she felt a sensation she had never experienced before, a wave of pleasure so intense that it took her breath away. Her pussy began to spasm, her inner muscles clenching tightly around his hands, and to her shock, she felt a gush of liquid heat spurt out of her, soaking her thighs and the couch beneath her. "Simone, oh my god, I'm... I'm cumming," Anna gasped, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Simone's eyes widened in surprise, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched Anna's body shudder and shake. He could feel her pussy spasming around his hands, the warmth and wetness of her release coating his skin.
He looked down, his eyes widening at the sight of her gaping, stretched-out pussy, her inner walls clenching and releasing around his fists. Anna, seeing the shock and awe on his face, reached down with her free hand, her fingers gently brushing his cheek. She leaned in, her voice a low, breathy whisper, "Simone, look how much you've stretched me. My cunt is so wide and open for you now." She quickly grabbed her phone from where she had been holding it, snapping a picture of her now extremely gaping pussy, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She sent the picture to Jamila, along with a quick text, "Look what you've done to me, Jamila. My pussy is so stretched and open, just for you."
"I can't believe how much you've made me cum," Anna said breathlessly, her eyes meeting Simone's as she spoke. Simone looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and awe. He had never seen anything like this before, had never done anything like this before. Anna's phone buzzed, and she looked down, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Jamila's response. "That's so fucking hot, Anna. But I want you to do something for me now. Make him stroke his dick with only two fingers. I want to see him touch himself while you're stretched wide open for him, and i want him to cum over your gaping hole and lick you clean right after." Anna's eyes widened slightly at Jamila's command, but she quickly nodded, eager to please.
She turned her attention back to Simone, her voice a low, sultry purr as she spoke.
"Simone, I have a new task for you. I want you to stroke your cock with only two fingers. Make yourself hard and ready for me." Simone looked up at her, his eyes wide with confusion and surprise. "Anna, I'm not sure I can... after what just happened, I'm not sure I can get hard again so quickly." "Oh, but you will, Simone. You will, because I want it. And you always do what I want, don't you?" Simone hesitated for a moment before nodding, his voice barely a whisper. "I do what you want."
Anna looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his, her voice a low, commanding whisper. "Then do it, Simone and make sure to cum over my gaping pussy." Simone hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes, Anna. I'll do whatever you want." He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, and began to stroke himself slowly. Anna watched him, her eyes locked onto his hand, her breath catching in her throat as she watched him bring himself to hardness once again. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body responding to the sight of him touching himself for her. She reached down, her fingers brushing against her still-gaping pussy, her touch light and teasing. She moaned softly, her hips lifting slightly, her body arching towards him. "Stroke that cock for me. Make yourself hard and ready," Anna whispered, her voice a low, sultry command. Simone's breath hitched, his eyes meeting hers briefly before darting back down to his hand.
His strokes quickened, his grip tightening, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building. Anna watched him, her eyes locked onto his, her voice a low, sultry command, "That's it, Simone. Give it to me. Cum over my gaping pussy." Simone's body shuddered, his cock twitching in his hand, and with a groan, he spurted his release, his hot cum spilling out onto Anna's stretched, gaping pussy. The sight of his cum coating her intimate flesh sent shivers through Anna, her body clenching and releasing, her inner muscles still sensitive from her earlier orgasm.
Simone looked down at the sight of his cum on her pussy, a mix of shock and awe in his eyes.
Anna smiled, her voice a low, commanding purr. "Lick it up, Simone. Clean me with your tongue, like a good boy." Simone hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, a question in his gaze. But Anna's expression was firm, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. "Trust me, Simone," she whispered, her voice soft yet steady. "It's going to feel good. For both of us." Simone took a deep breath, his eyes dropping down to her pussy, his tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the edge of her gaping hole, his breath hitching slightly at the taste of his own cum mixed with her sweetness. Anna moaned softly, her body tensing and releasing with each flick of his tongue.
She knew Jamila would want to see this, to watch as Simone cleaned her up like a good boy. She quickly grabbed her phone, her free hand snapping a picture of Simone's tongue buried between her thighs. She sent the picture to Jamila, along with a quick text, "Look who's being such a good little slave for me, Jamila. Cleaning up his own mess." "Did you... did you just send a picture to someone?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of shock and uncertainty. "Yes, darling," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr.
"I sent a picture to a friend. And she wants something else now, something special just for her. She wants you to drink from me, Simone. She wants you to taste my essence, right from the source." Simone lifted his head, his eyes searching hers, confusion and uncertainty in their depths. "Anna, what are you talking about? What does she want?" Anna smiled, her fingers gently caressing his cheek, her touch soft and reassuring. "Don't worry about that, my love. Just trust me, and do as I say. Keep licking and hold position." Simone hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between hers, before slowly pushing his tongue back deep into her flesh gaping pussy. His body still trembling slightly from his earlier exertions, his cock still semi-hard, glistening with the remnants of his release.
Simone moaned softly, his tongue lapping at the edge of Anna's gaping pussy, his lips and chin coated with a mix of his cum and her tender flesh. Anna watched him, her eyes half-lidded, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. She could feel the heat building within her once more, the sensation of his tongue coaxing her towards another orgasm. But before she could be swept away by the tide of her desire, she remembered Jamila's command.
She reached down, her fingers brushing against the damp curls of her pubic hair, her touch gentle yet firm. She pressed down on her bladder, feeling the familiar sensation of pressure building, and with a soft sigh, she began to pee. Simone hesitated, his eyes widening as he felt the sudden warmth and wetness against his tongue.
Anna, feeling his pause, quickly reached for her phone, her free hand turning on the video camera. She held it in position, capturing the intimacy of the moment. "Don't stop, Simone. Drink it all. Drink me," she whispered, her voice a sultry command. Simone looked up at her, a question in his eyes, but he did as she said, his tongue lapping at the stream of her urine, his throat working as he swallowed. Anna moaned softly, her body shuddering with the intensity of the sensation. She watched him, her eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she recorded every moment. "That's it, Simone. Take it all.
Taste me, Simone," Anna whispered, her voice husky with desire. She could see the moment of hesitation melt away as Simone lost himself in the taste of her pee, his tongue working diligently to lap up every drop. His eyes fluttered shut, his body shuddering with each swallow, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face.
Anna watched him, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps as she took in the sight of him, so completely under her spell. She knew she was pushing him, demanding things from him he had never done before, but she couldn't stop. The power she felt, the sense of control, was intoxicating. She could feel her own desire building, her body responding to the sight of him, so willing and so eager to please her.
As Simone drank from her, Anna's fingers moved to the phone, her thumb swiping to the message app. She quickly attached the video she had just taken, her face flushed with excitement and anticipation. "Here is what you wanted," she typed, her heart pounding as she selected Jamila's name. With a final glance at Simone, now lost in the act of pleasing her, she hit send. She watched the screen as the message delivered, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for Jamila's response.
Simone's tongue continued to lap at her, his body shuddering with each swallow, and Anna could feel her own orgasm building. She moaned softly, her hips arching towards his face, her body tensing and releasing with each flick of his tongue.
Just as she was about to reach the brink of another orgasm, her phone buzzed. She reached for it with her free hand, her eyes scanning the screen. It was a message from Jamila. "That was beautiful, Anna. I'm satisfied for now. Do whatever you want with him for the rest of the evening but you are not allowed to take his white pathetic dick inside you. Just make sure he knows who's in control." Anna's breath hitched, her body still trembling with desire, but her mind racing with the possibilities that lie ahead. She looked down at Simone, his face still buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her with awe-inspiring dedication.