Oh Captain My Captain!
So, here's another story. It took way longer than it should have to complete, and I'm not so sure how much I like it artistically (because I REALLY like it sexually. :3). It's quick, dirty, to the point, and full of filthy lesbian, Sub/Dom fucking. I hope everyone enjoys it. Rate & comment please if you want to see more stories like this (or any at all!). I'm not necessarily done with these two, but I've not got any other stories planned for them. So, again, if you want to see more of them, tell me and I'll do my best.
"You are _ NOT _ ready for nationals next month, girls!" Shouted coach. She was staring disgustedly at her cheer squad, which was running laps double time around the gym. Their endurance had dropped off sorely in the past few weeks, so coach was trying to get their endurance back up to snuff. This was lap twenty, and the girls were nearing their limit. Practice was almost over anyway. "Drop it in for splits and we're done today!" Coach shouted, satisfied at least by her girls' flexibility, if not their constitutions.
Twenty girls stood up after the count of fifty, unbunched their shorts and trotted wretchedly to the locker room. "And _ DON'T _ forget to go over your routines tonight! We've got practice for forms in two days, and I won't tolerate screwups! Got it girls? _ I WANT PERFECTION! _" It was a lot for coach to ask of them, but they understood the pressure. The school had had a famous cheerleading squad for the past four years, and coach was hoping to make that a five year record. Fortunately, this tournament fell right at the beginning of the high school's spring semester, so the girls were not in too much trouble with their lack of study time. It also meant they had been practicing all winter break.
Samantha was the "co-captain" (second fiddle) of the squad, with very little of the stuck up attitude associated with it. She did not even date a football player. It was her job to keep the squad working as a unit, so she therefore had to be friends with all of the girls. She also tended to stick around late to make sure none of the girls left anything in the locker rooms. She was freshly showered, and the last girl in the room. Therese, the captain, had left her gym bag here. Samantha decided to grab it and carry it home with her. She would probably see Therese this weekend, anyway.
As she picked up the bag, she noticed a strong scent. She opened the bag to see what it was. Samantha gasped, seeing a pair of thick, pink cotton boyshorts from a well-known company. They were soaked from hem to hem in arousal. She picked them up gingerly. They were still warm, from both the heat of Therese's exertions and the fact that they had just been recently shed. She fingered the hot wetness gingerly, a thin filament of the arousal trailing from her digit to the panties when she drew her fingers away bashfully. She looked around carefully to make sure nobody was watching. Coach was in her office, nobody was in the room, and as far as she knew the school would be empty until the night staff came in for cleaning in a few hours.
She sat down on one of the wide benches that ran the length of the passages between the lockers, blushing furiously, looking at this pair of panties like she was afraid of them. She carefully traced the edges of the wet spot, feeling the hot slickness sliding under her finger pads. She was so nervous. As far as she knew, there were eyes everywhere watching her perversion. She drew her fingers back again, and brought them close to her nose, smelling the slick smear on her fingers gingerly. There was an instant hit of pheromones in her nose, mixed with the pungent, heady scent of Therese's sweat.
She opened her mouth the tiniest bit and stuck out the tip of her tongue, touching her fingertips to her taste buds. Samantha whimpered in her arousal. The hot, slick feeling and pungent, heady taste coating her fingers was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. She grabbed the panties with a sudden confidence, and brought them close to her face. She breathed in the scent of her captain deeply. She had never been more embarrassed with herself, nor had she ever been this aroused, so her bashfulness was slightly outshone.
For about a minute Samantha smelled and half-tasted the arousal and exertions of Therese, tracing her free hand passionately up and down the curve of her neck. She stuck out her tongue daintily, and licked at the center of the large circle of scent and dampness, tasting the desperate need of her fellow cheerleader and groaning with lust as the pheromones worked her body into a lather. Her free hand found its way under her shirt, going from the bottom hem, and she gripped one of her C cup breasts, and ground the heel of her hand firmly against a very erect nipple. She squeaked out quietly, mussing up her silvery fur around her breasts.
As she moved around and spread her legs so she could start to rub her pussy, she heard a confused, choked gasp. Therese shouted furiously, "Samantha, you whore! What are you doing!" She sprinted up to Samantha and knocked the hand holding her soiled undies, which had no effect, as Samantha held them in her teeth, the pungent, salty tasting panties glued to her tongue with a desperate force. Samantha had looked up, and was obvious in her humiliation, with tears hinting in her eyes. "You little slut, you're supposed to come to me with all of your problems."
Samantha thought that sounded like the wrong way to word a threat to have her kicked out of school or the squad, but she was beyond caring about that. She dropped the panties from her muzzle in terror, and sputtered her most desperate apologies to Therese. "I'm sorry! I - I was taking your bag home for you, and, and I smelled... your heat... and I don't know what happened!" She whimpered, hand still sitting halfway inside her workout shorts.
Therese took a step forward, bringing herself so close their bodies were touching. "You sweet, cute little slut," Therese growled, making Samantha's ears perk and eyes pop open. What? "If you wanted to taste me, you should have asked...."
Samantha thought this all a bit cliché, and extremely terrifying, and thus did not say anything. "What's the matter sweetie? Are you just a dirty slut panty sniffer, or do you want to taste me, fresh from the source?" Therese demanded, grabbing Samantha by the chin and directing her muzzle right between her legs. She was wearing soft cotton short shorts, due to their portability in a gym bag. There was a darker spot between the thighs of her shorts, which was heavy with the scent of Therese's arousal. "Be a good girl and start licking, Sammy." Therese soothed, moving her hands into Samantha's thick silver hair and gently pushing her nose into the soft crevice between her legs.
Therese cooed contentedly, grinding Samantha's nose firmly against the crotch of her shorts, getting no end to sexual pleasure because of being in the prime of her heat. "Now," Therese purred the way only a cat could, "are you going to eat my pussy, or am I going to have to masturbate with your nose, you fetishist little slut?" Therese demanded of Samantha, letting her free enough to answer.
"Therese, are you serious?" Samantha squeaked.
"Bitch, I'm dead serious. Now start licking. If you do a good job, I'll let you lick me without the shorts on." Therese demanded, pushing Samantha firmly back against the crotch of her shorts. Samantha resigned herself to a fate which she had forced upon herself, and tentatively started to lap at the soft cotton of Therese's shorts. The fabric stuck to her rough tongue, but she could taste Therese's arousal, though she could not decide whether or not she liked the taste of her clean sex, or her filthy sex better. Therese squeaked quietly and squirmed, hunched over, supporting herself by gripping Samantha's scalp desperately.
Therese came with a shudder and a quiet grunt, with much bucking of her hips. Thanks to Samantha's tongue work (inexpert, but quite ardent), Therese's shorts were so soaked with saliva and arousal that the hot rush of cum that was her orgasm dripped slowly down from the crotch of her shorts. Therese panted hotly, and petted Samantha softly on the head. "Good... good girl Sammy. I think because you're such a good girl, I should let you taste me directly, shouldn't I sweetest?" Therese soothed, a little whimper of a moan hidden in her throat. She gripped the hem of her shorts hard in her fists, and pulled them tight up her waist, outlining her hot, heat-inflamed pussy in pink cotton. Her labia was puffy and gorgeous, and the hot crevice of her slit was a wonderfully contrasting dark crease against the sloppy wet background of Therese's shorts.
"Do you like it Sammy?" Therese coaxed, holding the pornographic position with one hand, directing Samantha's gaze at her gorgeous hidden pussy.
"Therese, you're gorgeous." Samantha admitted, looking her up and down, up and down, and unsurprisingly focusing her gaze on down more than up.
"I think that should be 'Mistress', to you, Sammy." Therese growled sexually.
" Wha... what?"
"I said, 'call me Mistress'. If you're going to be my little slut, you should be titled properly. Got it?"
"Yes... um... Mistress." Samantha murmured.
"Good girl. Now, do you want to eat my pussy without these silly shorts in your way? Hm?"
"Yes mi - Mistress."
"Good girl." Therese purred. "Good good good girl." She continued in a low moan, scritching Samantha's ears lovingly. "Now, Sammy, don't you want to get back to work. I'll let you unwrap your gift yourself. Oh, but before you do, drink up my cum, sweetie."
"Um..." Samantha squeaked, looking indecisively up at Therese.
"Bitch, you were sucking the cum off of my panties earlier, you'd better drink it from the tap, if you don't want me to feel bad."
"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."
"Good girl." Therese soothed, again rubbing Samantha's ears lovingly. Samantha stuck out her tongue sexually, looking like the sweetest little porn star there ever was. On her knees, hot blush in her ears and just barely visible on her cheeks through her light fur, knees spread wide apart, with wet short-shorts and slick fingers visible. She brought her head close enough to catch the short gossamer strand of Therese's orgasm on her lips, and gently brought her face back up to bury her muzzle back between Therese's thighs, getting a passionate sigh to break from her lips as Samantha nuzzled her clit with her soft leathery nosepad.
Therese was wearing her shorts low enough on her hips that she did not have her tail buttoned up, which made Samantha's job easier, having only to pull the clingy fabric down Therese's perfect legs. Samantha cooed in appreciation of Therese's form, and traced up and down her legs with awe. Now she knew why Therese was the captain. If she had been in the stands when Therese was doing aerial splits, she knew exactly where she would be staring. And not just because of the athletic exploits. Her fingers traced up further, running along the distinct musculature of Therese's thighs, and slowly dragged her fingers the last little way to the meeting of her legs. Therese's breath caught in her throat, and she looked down lustfully at Samantha, getting very close to giving the order to stop looking and start licking, but to be fair, this was Samantha's reward for the last orgasm.
Samantha spread Therese's pussy reverently, and sighed teasingly against the burning hot flesh. "Poor girl. You've got it bad. Trent's not around to help?"
"Dumped him." Therese panted, hips still pumped forward from that cooling, sensational breath.
"Why?" Samantha asked, appearing oblivious to the perfect image of femininity in front of her face.
"Dumb as a post."
"Justin?"
"Cheater."
"Aaron?"
"V.D." Therese groused. Again very close to giving the order to shut up and drink up. But Samantha was staring Therese nervously in the eye. "Don't worry sweetie. I found out weeks before he laid a hand on me, and dumped him shortly after I found out. I'm clean." Samantha did not seem sure. "Sammy, don't you trust me? We're a team of two. If you don't trust me I don't know what to think." This was untrue. She knew Samantha trusted her, and she knew exactly what she would think if she did not (namely, how she would spin this tryst to seem harmless or come out in her favor).
"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." Samantha murmured apologetically, conical ears laid flat back against her head. "May I, Mistress?" Samantha suddenly asked bashfully, unsure if she needed a command for the game they were playing now, especially after having doubted her Mistress, even if she was Mistress only in play, and only for now.
"It's your treat, Sammy. But if you don't start soon I'm going to have to punish you." Therese said warmly, shifting to stern.
"Yes Mistress." Samantha agreed bashfully, and spread her hot, slick lips further. She closed her eyes and licked Therese firmly, getting a desperate growl out of her. Samantha paused a bit, wanting to start slowly, since this was supposed to be a treat for her. Though it sounded like Therese was enjoying herself far more right now.
"You'd better keep going - ngh! - You filthy slut!" Therese demanded furiously, gripping Samantha by her ears and crushing them uncomfortably in her fists as she smushed her face desperately against herself, and started to buck steadily against that light-furred muzzle and dark leathery nose. Therese's musk was the only taste and smell that Samantha could register as her face was used as a masturbatory aid for the second time in as many minutes. She groaned quietly at the tickling feeling of having her face rubbed so vigorously against Therese, and finally managed to start licking eagerly. Therese's pussy was much nicer than a pair of soggy panties, Samantha decided. Though she disgusted herself with the idea that they would have to do this again sometime before Therese had gotten to shower. Samantha worked her tongue quickly, licking Therese deeply which she seemed to like, the way she humped against her tongue.
Therese was bucking quickly and sharply against Samantha's muzzle, and instead of the odd moan, she was squeaking in rhythm with her thrusts. She had only one hand forcing Samantha's head against her crotch, while the other was halfway stuffed in her mouth to keep her noises quiet. Samantha suspected that Therese had been holding back, because she had still not had an orgasm, despite being obviously on a hair trigger. So, in hopes of soothing Therese's need, Samantha closed her lips around her clit and nibbled as gently as she could.
Therese would have shrieked had she not clamped her muzzle shut with her hand. As it was she was squeaking desperately with her hips pressed tight against Samantha's muzzle. It took only a short few seconds of this treatment to get Therese to cum. She went silent and crushed Samantha against her, as a trickle of her hot, slick cum slowly ran down her thigh and down Samantha's chin.
Therese held her muzzle shut for several more seconds, panting loudly through her nose, trying to keep steady on shaky legs. She slowly came down from her second orgasm, and released Samantha from her viselike grip. Samantha was panting hotly, trying to catch her breath from both lack of oxygen and from arousal. This was the first time, she hated to admit, she had even had sex, so this was all new to her. The plus side of doing this with Therese was that she, as a girl, knew what felt good to her. All this going through her head, she was acutely aware of the soft caress of Therese's hands on her ears and tracing through her hair.
"Sammy? There's one more thing you're going to do for me, and if you're a good girl, I'll make you cum so hard your eyes won't uncross until nationals. Got it?"
"Yes Mistress. What is it?"
"You've got such a good tongue on you that I want you to eat my ass, too."
"Mistress?" Samantha demanded incredulously.
"I promise it'll taste just as good, Sammy. Don't you trust me?" Therese asked coyly, having found that to be a good button of Samantha's to push.
"But... that's such an... unusual request. Mistress, why do you want that?"
"I have my reasons sweetie. So why don't you get licking, hm?" Therese ordered, turning around, leaning forward against the bench, sticking her perfect, firm ass out, and lifting her fluffy dark tail invitingly.
"Yes Mistress." Samantha submitted, adjusting her knees slightly so she had a better angle on the pale indention of Therese's tight ass. She nuzzled her rear shyly, having never even considered doing something like this, let alone in a school locker room with her captain. There was no obvious scent that Samantha could detect, aside from the warm slickness of Therese's arousal. Samantha lapped hesitantly over Therese's anus, and was rewarded with a luxurious sigh of approval from her Mistress. Samantha tasted nothing unpalatable, and in fact found Therese's musk thick and heady back here too, mixed with the normal, though still arousing scent of Therese because of the scent glands on the upper base of her tail. She was, though, glad that Therese had showered before she made her do this. Because of the absence of negative sensation from doing this, Samantha decided that she really could trust Therese, and lapped again tenderly, receiving another appreciative sigh.
Gaining courage slowly, Samantha continued to lick and kiss Therese's hot, pink anus firmly. She whimpered in submission and humiliation at having to do this, but held nothing back because of the noises of pleasure Therese was making, and Samantha knowing herself how hellish a heat could be without proper release. After several minutes of Samantha's licking, Therese let out a dominant growl, saying sternly, "Sammy, you'd better do as good back there as you did on my pussy, or I'm going to have to punish you."
Samantha thought it a better idea not to answer, and instead stepped up her efforts to make Therese cum. She kissed Therese firmly, and suckled gently, which got a quiet moan of approval. After Therese bored of this, Samantha steeled herself and finally pushed her tongue gently against Therese's entrance. There was strong resistance against her tongue, against which Samantha forced her way. Therese was making a great many noises, which Samantha thought were incredibly adorable, for someone who was being a dominant and coercive mistress.
Her tongue managed its way past the tight ring of Therese's anus, and Samantha still noticed no unpleasantness inside of her, and so began to slowly slip her tongue in and out, making Therese shiver and growl quietly. It took much longer than the first time to coax an orgasm out of Therese, but Samantha understood why, so had no thoughts of displeasure. Besides, she hated to admit it, she was so hot from doing this that it would have been hard for Therese to convince her to stop right now.
Therese let out a quiet, hitched grunt and curled her toes, quivering delicately. After her grunt, she whimpered quietly, as her anus and pussy twitched in orgasm. Samantha's tongue was trapped inside of Therese, so she tried desperately to wriggle it around to enhance Therese's pleasure. She heard a loud grating sound, and saw Therese leaving claw marks in the bench with the force of her grip. It was a long orgasm, even for the passions of a heat cycle, Samantha thought.
Therese relaxed and tapped Samantha's head, to get her up. "Wow, Sammy.... That was amazing!" Therese enthused. Her legs wobbled erratically, so she decided to sit down. She pulled Samantha to her feet, and stared her in the crotch of her soaked short shorts. She traced her middle finger in lazy circles around Samantha's aching sex, and cooed softly at the pleased noises she made. Therese rested her muzzle firmly against the cleft of Samantha's beautiful pussy and nuzzled gently. "You're such a good girl. You want a treat, sweetie?" Therese soothed.
"Mistress..." Samantha affirmed.
"Well, come with me, sweetie." Therese demanded, slipping on her thoroughly soaked shorts. She turned and gripped Samantha by the front of her shorts, pulling deliciously roughly and grinding her admittedly-too-sexy-for-the-day panties firmly against her clit. Samantha's breath caught in her throat, and she jerked forward a step to relieve the sensation. As she did this, Therese gripped and pulled Samantha forward again, getting the same reaction. This was repeated until they had made it out of the girls' locker room, partly into the main area of the gym. Finally Therese eased up on her cruel ministrations and resorted to simply pulling Samantha forward, instead of inciting sensation. Samantha was extremely nervous that she and Therese would be spotted together, both in soaked shorts and reeking of sex, with Therese's hand gripped tight around the front of Samantha's shorts, giving a very sexy outline of her arousal-slick pussy.
Her fears were unfounded, though, as there appeared to be nobody left near the athletic wing of the school. Therese's car was parked in a space directly in front of the door, so they were not even exposed to any passersby for more than a few moments. Therese seated Samantha and buckled her in, before getting in herself and driving the short way to her home. Therese was practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation of getting more of Samantha's tongue and submission.
They pulled into her driveway, and Samantha, completely at home in her current role, waited patiently for Therese to come and retrieve her. Therese hurried over and grabbed Samantha by the front of her shorts, just like before, and dragged her quite roughly through the door into the empty house. Samantha was a little frightened that Therese would demand she drop to her knees and eat her out in the middle of the living room, but she was saved that fate by being pulled into Therese's room.
Therese shut and locked the door with finality, and Samantha noticed that Therese's room reeked of sex and exertion. There was a small pile of Therese's dirty workout clothes in the far corner of her room, some of which had the same telltale stains of her arousal from her heat. After her very short survey of the room, Therese grabbed Samantha's jaw with one hand, and brought her muzzle close. With her other hand she started teasing her fingers deeply into the crease of Samantha's sex through her shorts, getting pleased noises in response. She avoided eye contact with Therese as much as she could, but finally she spoke up, in order not to be ignored.
"Sammy, kiss me?" Therese demanded gently, holding her gaze firmly and authoritatively.
"Mistress?" Samantha squeaked. Therese was reading this all wrong. This was a silly tryst that they were both going to pretend never had happened once Therese's heat was over.
"Oh don't look at me like that, Sammy. I'm not asking you to fall in love with me, I'm telling you to kiss me. From how much you talk about it in the locker room, I'd think you want nothing more than some sloppy tongue kisses while I make you squirm." Therese admonished. Seeing no reaction in Samantha, she tried something uncharacteristic and cooed, "Pwease?" Samantha did not move in for the kiss, nor did she shy away, but she giggled quietly and looked at Therese, which was a bit of gained ground.
When her mirth died away, Therese traced her fingers to the hem of Samantha's shorts and pulled them down gracelessly, growling appreciatively at the minuscule filament of Samantha's arousal connecting her shorts to her panties.
"What a dirty little slut you are, Sammy. Who was going to see these, hm?" Therese teased, tracing the upper hem of Samantha's very satiny and very tiny lattice-backed thong. It blended very well (aside from the soaked spot and a very pink spot centered around her slit) with the fur on her stomach, and contrasted gorgeously with the silver fur on her beautiful ass - not, of course, that Therese was sneaking a peak. "Some boy we haven't heard about? Some girl we haven't heard about? You're awfully good with your tongue for a straight girl. Hm, she must be a lucky little dear, huh?" Therese teased, tracing the hems of Samantha's underwear in a circuit, around the top, down the almost nonexistent string pulled tight against the pink indention of her anus, and hidden gloriously between the firm, tight mounds of her ass.
It was obvious that Therese had a bit of a thing for girls with pretty bums, by the way she tugged and teased the thin string and glided her fingers gently against her soft-furred thighs, hips, ass and lower abdomen. She was still staring Samantha directly in the eyes, and reveling in the quiet little noises that she made with every erotic touch. Finally, getting very little response from even the most intrusive prodding, Therese spoke up.
"Well, Sammy, are you going to kiss me? I'll let you cuuuum if you do." Therese crooned in Samantha's ear, sighing softly to tickle the sensitive skin there. Samantha did not reply, but instead stood on her toes, as she was a bit shorter than Therese, and leaned forward for a kiss. She was very unsure of this. She could honestly understand grabbing the nearest living body and dominating and abusing it, if it involved a heat cycle. She and most girls she knew had the same idea of sex during heat. However, none of the girls she knew had ever said anything about kissing their living fuckdolls.
Therese used her free hand to grab Samantha by the back of the head, and pulled her hard against her face, sealing their lips in a violent, completely unaffectionate but extremely sexual kiss. Samantha whimpered hotly against Therese's lips as she felt her mouth invaded by Therese's long, powerful tongue. Therese's lower hand was tracing firm, tight eccentric circles around Samantha's hot, aching pussy. She started to grind against Therese's hand, which Therese thought was just about a half hour late, but did not complain. She wrapped her whole forearm around Samantha's back, and forced her back against the near wall.
She freed her arm and groped Samantha's firm, above average breasts very roughly. Samantha was drooling slightly, which, in her heated state, Therese found extremely sexy, and thus kissed more forcefully and aggressively. Samantha was really whimpering and squeaking into the kiss, which made Therese hot enough that she had no choice but to throw Samantha down and ravage her.
Therese pulled away from Samantha, both panting hotly. She grabbed Samantha by the waist and dragged her to the bed. Therese threw her down onto her back and pounced, literally, atop her subordinate and pulled her shirt up to her shoulders, exposing her black spandex sport bra. Therese tore it open and groped Samantha's chest eagerly, digging her claws in firmly, depressing the soft flesh from the pressure. Samantha whimpered at Therese's touch, and arched her back in desperation as Therese played with her breasts, tweaking and pulling them each in turn. There was a predatory look back in her eyes, and Therese scooted down Samantha's body enough that she could bite and suck on her erect, pink nipples. Samantha whimpered as she felt Therese's sharp teeth and rough, hooked tongue on her breast, and tried her hardest to get Therese's oral attentions somewhere else.
"Mistress... stop teasing me!" She begged, legs spread, eyes half closed and tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth.
"Beg for it, Sammy." Therese demanded surprisingly coldly.
"Mistress?" Samantha asked incredulously.
"Beg. Whimper and plead and beg for it!" She expanded.
"Ngh - Mistress... please, please stop teasing me. Make me cum. Fuck me, kiss me, eat my pussy or stuff me with fingers or anything!" Samantha squeaked.
"Good girl, Sammy. And to think I'm the one in heat. Dirty little whore." Therese praised, trailing her fingers down Samantha's trim stomach, claws out, leaving deep furrows in her fur and thin marks on her skin. She reached the hem of Samantha's thong yet again, and pulled it down slowly, revealing the last hidden bits of Samantha's prodigious body. Samantha closed her legs to help Therese get the restraining article off of her. Therese had dozens of ideas about just what she wanted to do to Samantha with her own panties, but refrained and slid them stealthily under her bed, intending fully to keep the little trophy for herself.
Therese spread Samantha's legs and purred her appreciation, licking her lips eagerly. "Gorgeous little slut, aren't you? I suppose I do owe you at least one orgasm, hm?"
"Mistress." Samantha agreed, presenting herself eagerly with spread legs. Therese crept up Samantha's legs, nibbling firmly as she went. She bit Samantha almost painfully on the very top of her inner thigh and trailed nibbles all the way to the lips of her soaked, desperate pussy. Therese growled dominantly and continued to bite and nip Samantha roughly, not trying to give her pleasure, but succeeding anyway. Samantha whimpered and squirmed against Therese, despite having her legs pinned firmly in her strong grip. After a few short moments of that treatment, Therese crawled gracefully up Samantha's body and rested on top of her.
Sliding her hand between their bodies, Therese firmly massaged Samantha's soaked slit, growling loudly until Samantha finally got the idea and kissed Therese. Samantha did not take long to realize that she was supposed to do the same to Therese, and slid her hands down her back, gripping her perfect ass firmly, before slipping three fingers on her right hand into Therese's heated, aching cunny. Therese immediately groaned into the kiss, and ground her hips firmly against Samantha's. They were both pleasantly surprised with the pressure on their clits, and began to eagerly thrust against each other.
Samantha, having been teased and taunted for so long, came very easily, with a quiet groan of ecstasy and a firm, consistent bucking of her hips into Therese's. Therese quickly withdrew her fingers from Samantha's pussy when she finished orgasming, and stuffed her cum-soaked fingers into Samantha's mouth with a playful grab at her tongue. Samantha's eyes drifted closed, and she started to clean off Therese's digits, licking insistently and thoroughly over, between and under each finger.
Therese bucked eagerly between Samantha's fingers and the silky, sensational fur on her pelvis, which stimulated her painfully nicely. Therese used her free hand to push Samantha faster and harder, and came herself with a growl and snarl. She slowly dismounted herself from Samantha, a slick filament of her orgasm and arousal trailing from Samantha's fingers to her twitching slit. Therese guided Samantha's fingers into her submissive puppy's mouth, and made her lick them clean as well.
When she finally finished making her Mistress and her hand clean, Samantha relaxed under the pleasant weight of her Mistress, panting tiredly. She felt Therese lean close for an exhausted, lazy, but very sexual kiss. Finally when their lips broke, Therese rolled off of Samantha and pulled her close, an arm possessively gripping her around her trim waist, teasing her firm stomach for the reactions it got.
"Mistress?" Samantha asked bashfully.
"Yeah, Sammy?" Therese crooned, leaning over to nibble Samantha's ear.
"Are you going to make a habit of this?" She squeaked, ears pink and hot, showing her blush.
"Only if you want me to, Sweetie." Therese purred.
"Um... I - um - I'd like that." She admitted nervously.
"Such a good girl." Therese praised, and groped Samantha's rear gently, and pulled her close for a nice, lazy kiss.