He squealed out in pain, and she only laughed. She then took his leash in her hand and collected all the papers with the other. “Any questions, betas?” she asked them, scanning them all with her bright blue eyes.
“We’re all getting pretty hungry, Goddess,” Finn spoke up.
“That’s not a question,” Fiona snipped at him.
“When will we get to eat?” he asked more pointedly.
“Whenever we say you can eat,” Fiona answered, “which is after us, of course. Now, I’m going to deliver your confessionals to Raina. Mason, you can come along.”
She turned to the agonized boy and shoved a knee into his balls, sending him down to the floor on his hands and knees squealing yet again. She laughed and stepped powerfully out of the room again, Mason crawling along behind her.
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Meanwhile at the cabin, Eleanor sat with Leya at the table on the other side of the ground floor from their little leather lounge area. The others were dispersed throughout the place; most of the bulls were out swimming or something outside, and thankfully Natasha had joined them, but Eleanor was equally grateful that Dominik hadn’t and instead opted to go get food for everyone.
It wasn’t that she found the bitch intimidating or enviable, but rather that she just found it utterly annoying and presumptuous of her to try to take all the big black cock for herself.
“Did you hear them last night?” Leya asked her, cutting off her thoughts.
“Hear what?” Eleanor asked back.
“Natasha was milking that cock all day and night,” Leya answered, looking alert and almost disapproving, the whites around her hazel eyes wide and her lips flat.
“Darius, right?” Eleanor checked, making sure it wasn’t Dominik she was talking about, but not showing any shred of weakness, even to her closest friend. She was sure Dominik was right in bed beside her all night.
“Yeah. He’s the darkest of the black guys here. Looks like he might be the strongest, too.” One of Leya’s teeth went down on her bottom lip.
Eleanor looked at her deeply. “I sucked his cock yesterday,” she revealed. Leya’s burgeoning smile ceased to grow. “And he fucked me,” Eleanor continued, “Darkest dick I’ve ever taken, for sure.”
Leya just stared at her, her head falling ever-so-slightly forward in disappointment. “I’m pretty sure Dom’s is longer, though,” Eleanor finished before flicking her straight brown hair behind her left shoulder, which was pretty much exposed in her current outfit, showing her elaborate lacy blue bra pattern beneath her clean white off-shoulder shirt.
Eleanor studied her friend’s face for a moment, grinning at her as she tended to. Leya wore no smile, but suddenly looked a bit concerned. “Does she know?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah. It was the least I could do after I walked in on her fucking my lover,” Eleanor answered, her smile turning sour. “Just don’t call it a competition, because I know I’m the winner.”
Leya finally giggled a little, her thin brows turning around. After a pause, Eleanor asked, “How are things with Jamal?” and Leya kept her smile.
“It’s… so good. It’s so nice to be here, to be honest. I don’t usually get to see him so often, and now it’s just him and I, no little Finny Boy sticking his nose into anything,” she professed to her.
“I for one have come to quite enjoy when my cuck sticks her nose into things,” Eleanor replied coolly. Leya laughed again.
“You can’t be serious! You actually enjoy that shit?” She seemed genuinely shocked, which only shocked Eleanor in return.
“I do,” she said with a turn of her feline grin. “She serves me well, and makes sure I know I deserve it.” Eleanor felt herself beaming like the sun in that moment.
“You’re so dirty!” Leya exclaimed light-heartedly, still bemused by all of this.
“And yet I’m pristine,” Eleanor answered her. “She sees to that, when she’s around.”
Leya laughed again. “Ew!” she said.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” another voice said from behind them. The two friends turned to see Savannah, the thick ginger girl, standing there in nothing but a thin-strapped bra and thong–just as Eleanor had found her when she arrived, except this set was sky blue and not black.
Once again, she was shocked the straps didn’t snap off of a body so broad and honestly fatty. She looked just like a dollop of cream, wavy and pale, only somewhat contained by what little ‘clothing’ she had on, if one could even call it that.
“I’m so glad you agree,” Eleanor replied, not breaking her perpetual grin. Savannah smiled back. She then turned her fiery blue gaze out the back windows on the far wall.
“I hope our men are having fun out there,” she said, almost wistfully.
“Not too much fun, I hope. That little black-haired bitch followed them out there like a dog hungry for treats,” Eleanor remarked.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Savannah said, still staring at her.
Eleanor shook her head a bit, and Leya just squinted at the girl. “Sorry, for what?”
“What happened yesterday. I heard her bragging about it this morning. She said she beat you in a cock-taking contest, or something like that?” This girl was so aloof, Eleanor almost snapped on her.
“She did not beat me. I’m better than her,” she almost seethed. Then, she quickly switched her composure back to one of grace and grins. “Just ask the men when they come in.”
“If you say so. She sounded quite confident, though,” the ginger replied. She sort of swayed around the room a bit, the thickness of her creamy stomach and hips swaying especially far. Leya looked back at Eleanor, her light brown curls swaying a bit behind her shoulders as well, and furrowed her thin brow at her.
Finally, Savannah spoke up again, “Don’t you two feel a little… overdressed?”
Leya turned around in her chair to look at her. “What exactly are you talking about?” she snipped at her.
“I mean, we’re here to have sex,” the big redhead said, clutching her right breast in her hand for a sensual moment. “It’s just, like, all our clothes are bound to be taken off by our bulls anyway. I like to make things easier for them.” It wasn’t a bad answer.
“She kind of has a point, Leya,” Eleanor said to her friend.
“I guess,” was her only response.
Savannah went to sit on the couch that was closest to the wall in the lounge area. Just as she was lowering her fat ass onto the black leather, Leya said, “No, don’t sit there!”
“Why?” Savannah asked, so gullible, before sitting right down on a splatter of bodily juices from the night before.
“Natasha and Darius made a fucking mess right on that couch all night. And I mean that literally,” Leya said.
“Oh…” Savannah said, standing up and proceeding to run her fingers down the thickness of her ass to feel the liquidy stain it had made on her. “Fuck.” Eleanor only laughed.
“Where’s that little maid-boy?” Leya asked her.
“Oh, good question. No idea,” Eleanor answered. “Does seem like his responsibility though. What a dumb bitch.” Savannah gave her an exasperated look. “Oh, not you,” Eleanor assured her with another little grin.
“Whiteboys are so fucking weak,” Leya said casually.
“You don’t have to tell me that. I’m the one who got you into this,” Eleanor asserted, feeling like she was never getting her due. Only Matty ever gave her the praise she deserved.
“I’m thinking of just leaving Finn and being done with it, eventually,” Leya revealed.
“Well, you’d better thank me if you do,” Eleanor said almost slyly.
“Don’t you think he’ll feel sad?” Savannah chimed in. “I know my Brendan would.”
“He’ll just have to get over it,” Leya said with a smile.
Then, Natasha burst in through the side-door a ways behind Leya’s chair, followed by four beasts of black men, one of which was already intimately familiar with Eleanor. Darius was instantly recognizable to her, and the others not so much, aside from who she knew to be Damian–who instantly went over to embrace Savannah–and Jamal who walked past Natasha and wrapped his hands gently around Leya’s neck from behind.
Darius gave Natasha’s ass a smack–again–and she squealed out the way Matty might. They were all wearing nothing but shorts, and Natasha only a skimpy little black bikini set, the ends of the bottoms tied together in bows at her broad hips. The bitch giggled and turned to meet her bull’s lips in a kiss. The remaining man just sort of stood there before closing the door and leaning back on the wall.
Eleanor raised and snapped her fingers to get everyone’s attention. “Natasha! Why didn’t you have the bitchboy clean up the mess you made on the couch all night?” She sounded somewhere between sweet and stern, a balance she had carefully mastered with her sissy slave back home.
“Oh, fuck you,” the black-haired bitch replied, still dripping with water. Eleanor stood on her feet without her grin subsiding a bit.
She slowly approached Natasha, walking like a dictator, enjoying the eyes of everyone else in the room. She stared right into Natasha’s greenish gaze, her perpetually thick lashes stained and dripping wet with the rest of her. Must have had a good time in the water.
“Don’t kill the mood,” she said, “Everyone’s having fun, right? Just get the cuck to clean up your mess next time. That’s what they live for.”
Natasha was somehow exasperated in spite of the mercy Eleanor had just taken on her. She threw her hands back at her thick hips and called out, “House-cuck! Where are you?” with a bit of both sweet and sour in her voice. She then crossed her arms beneath her round wet tits and waited.
Eleanor gave her one last glimmering grin of triumph and turned away from her, her eyes scanning all the men. So many bulges in those wet shorts, she almost went numb with desire.
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