So she decided to coax him. Pulling his fat cock out, she sputtered between tendrils of spit. “Cum for me, Daddy! I wanna taste you, feel you! Please, Daddy? Give your angel your cum?”
Job let go of her hair, only to grip her jaw, prying it open. With his free hand, he stroked his spit covered shaft. “Since you asked so nicely, angel. Daddy has just what you need.”
Relinquishing his control, Job felt the familiar tingle. His balls drew up tight as he pointed his cock at her gaping mouth.
His cum exploded in thick ropes, the first directly into her waiting mouth, the rest scattering across her face, dripping down her nose and chin to mix with the spit already glistening on her tiny tits.
Emily savored his taste on her tongue for a moment before swallowing, just in time to receive his cock back in her mouth to release yet another volley of hot, thick spunk.
Emily sucked his tip hard, forming a vacuum around it, as the last of his cum drained into her.
Pulling himself back out with a messy slurp, he tilted her face upwards. “Open wide. Let me see.”
Emily opened her jaw as wide as she could, her tongue lolling out, coated in his seed. Tendrils of cum mixed with spit ran from the corners of her mouth.
“Good girl. Now, swallow.”
Emily closed her mouth and gulped audibly. Reopening, she showed him her now empty mouth.
“Very good girl, angel.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The sound of applause echoed in the small chapel. Startled, Job and Emily turned as one to see a shapely, feminine figure, sitting in the front pew.
She offered a wide, sarcastic grin as she continued her mocking slow clap. “Nice work, Job. Told you it wouldn’t take much. I knew that little slut had it in her.”
“Cozbi???” Job sputtered. “How did you… how long…?”
“Long enough to watch you finally plug that little prude’s hole,” Cozbi smirked. “But I didn’t wanna interrupt the show before the Big Finish.”
Cozbi stood and sauntered towards them, glaring down at Emily. “I just knew you had the makings of a good whore, Em. I just had to get you to finally accept it.”
Emily’s eyes went wide with sudden recognition. “Randi???”
“Surprised, sweetie? You shouldn’t be. Did you really think I’d just forgotten about you?”
Job helped Emily to her feet, quickly untying her hands. “I’m very confused. What the hell is this, Cozbi?”
Cozbi folded her arms across her ample chest. She wore the same outfit he’d last seen her in; denim jacket over her tattered tee-shirt, faded jeans, scuffed cowboy boots. But her face, her eyes, looked more menacing than Job had ever seen before, even during their angry sex romp.
Her laughter was frightening as well. “Oh, there’s a surprise! Poor Job, always so confused! You haven’t figured it out yet, you dumb bastard? It was NEVER about YOU. It’s HER I wanted!”
Emily, to Job’s surprise, stood defiant before Cozbi, her naked, cum and spit covered body shaking, not with fear, but anger. “So all that time we spent together back in college, a whole YEAR of rooming together, pretending to be my friend, getting my confidence, getting my trust… all that was just an effort to SEDUCE me?”
“I WAS your friend!” Cozbi bellowed. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you, Em! I could see your true nature, your full potential! Oh, what a pair we would have made! I spent the better part of a YEAR trying to free you from your repression and guilt. And yet you still clung desperately to your unworthy God, and ran away from your first kiss like a frightened child, straight into his pious embrace.”
“If you were my FRIEND, you wouldn’t have spent the past several years planning this silly ‘revenge.’ And you obviously haven’t been honest with me about who you REALLY are, have you? What kind of ‘friend’ plots to corrupt a person’s soul?”
“I wasn’t trying to corrupt you, Em,” Cozbi sighed. “I was trying to FREE you. It’s always been obvious how unhappy you’ve been, burdened by guilt, frozen by fear, weighed down with overly dogmatic rules and restrictions that kept you from exploring your true self. You can’t deny it, because otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now, standing naked in front of me, dripping with the cum of some guy you literally just met. This is what you wanted, what you’ve craved. I just helped you realize it.”
Emily considered this for a moment. “I suppose you’re right. Still, it’s a pretty fucked up way of proving your point.”
Emily stepped forward, now mere inches from Cozbi. “That said, I forgive you.”
Pressing her naked, sticky body into hers, Emily had to lift herself on her toes to find Cozbi’s lips. Despite her towering height and size advantage, Cozbi found herself thrown almost off balance by Emily’s insistent embrace.
Job watched in stunned silence as Emily pawed ruthlessly at Cozbi’s clothing, her hands yanking the tattered tee-shirt up, exposing her full, firm tits, groping at them, pinching and tugging her dark, stiff nipples.
Cozbi let out a muffled moan, her lips still entangled with Emily’s, returning her animal passion.
Without warning, she slapped Emily hard across the face, then pushed her back so forcefully, Emily tumbled to the floor.
“You little bitch!” Cozbi snarled. “Just who do you think is in charge here?”
Emily looked up at her former roommate, the hurt in her eyes evident. Then, slowly, they softened with understanding.
Emily bowed her head. “You. You are. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Goddamn right,” Cozbi smirked, her voice softer this time. “You need to be punished, of course, for such insolence. Job, hold her down.”
Job stood, frozen with indecision. Emily turned to look at him. Her blue eyes met his, wordlessly communicating her consent.
“Okay,” Job answered, “but don’t you fucking hurt her. If she wants to stop, she’ll…”
“I know the safeword, dumbass,” Cozbi sneered. “I was here for that, remember? Don’t worry your pathetic empty head about that. I’m not gonna HURT her. At least, not anymore than she deserves.”
Job looked to Emily again, and between the look on her ravishing, cum covered face and the preternatural instincts Cozbi had given him to read a woman’s needs and desires, he threw off his concerns and moved to the floor to kneel behind Emily.
Pulling her arms behind her back, he held them tightly with one arm. His other wrapped around her neck, snug against her throat.
“You ready?” he whispered in her ear. Emily nodded affirmatively.
Cozbi snickered. “Jesus, you’re so pathetic. Still treating her like a China doll despite how obvious it is that she wants this. Just shut the fuck up and hold her steady.”
Stripping off the last of her clothes, Cozbi stood before them, a glorious, dark angel. She was the yin to Emily’s yang; tall, long black hair, deeply tanned, dark, smoldering eyes, pendulous breasts, and a dark, thick patch of pubic hair framing her fat mound and thick labia, already dripping with arousal.
Stepping over Emily, she grabbed a fistful of her blonde locks and shoved her sweaty sex in her face. “Eat it, you little bitch.”
Emily eagerly complied, her tongue immediately darting out to lick Cozbi’s swollen pussy. Her taste was strong, musky, heavier than Emily’s own flavor, but not at all unpleasant.
Strands of dark pubes tickled her nose as Emily lapped at the hot, tender flesh, sliding up and down her slit several times before rapidly thrusting her tongue as deep as she could inside Cozbi’s tight opening.
Cozbi was again moaning, her grip on Emily’s hair tightened, guiding the motion of her head, her dark eyes fixed on Emily’s light ones as she stared up at her, seeking approval.
“Oh, good girl, Em! Only took seven years, but so worth the wait! You’ve been dreaming about eating my cunt ever since college, haven’t you, you naughty slut?”
Emily managed to pull her mouth from Cozbi long enough to whisper, “Yes, Mistress.”
Cozbi slapped her, her cheek flushed red from the blow. “That’s for making me wait, bitch.”
Another blow, on the opposite cheek. “And that’s for stopping! Get back to work!”
Emily delved in again, her tongue aching already, yet determined to please her new Mistress. She had indeed been fantasizing regularly about pleasuring another woman, of tasting her forbidden flesh, drawing her juices from it, drinking them in.
Latching onto Cozbi’s clit, she sucked it between her soft lips like a pacifier, her tongue flickering as she slurped and released rapidly, her saliva again drooling down her chin, mixing with Cozbi’s wetness as she ground herself against Emily’s mouth.
“Oh, you good little… OH FFFFF…!” Cobi wailed as her climax hit, hot juices gushing from her like a fountain, spraying Emily’s face, adding to the mess of cum and spit that still clung to her.
Emily savored the slick, salty taste, flushed with pride at making this demon that had posed as her friend cum so hard. Her own pussy gushed as well, although not nearly as much.
Emily could feel Job’s cock pressed hard and needy against her back, and suddenly she craved it, desperately wanting to be filled.
But Cozbi wasn’t done with her just yet. “Good little slut. You made me squirt. Now it’s my turn.”
Cozbi knelt between Emily’s gaping legs. With a wicked smile, she raised her right hand before Emily’s face, wagging her fingers. Emily’s eyes went wide at the sight of her long, talon-like fingernails.
Cozbi ran her nails along Emily’s cheeks, grazing her skin lightly. Slowly, tantalizingly, she explored her way along her nubile body; down the side of her face to her shoulders, then across her upper chest, the tips of her nails leaving angry red trails as she moved lower, over her pert little tits.
Emily squirmed against Job’s grip as Cozbi’s elegant torment continued. Cold nails ran over her swollen, sensitive nipple, then flicked at it sharply, invoking a gasp of both pain and pleasure.
Cozbi kept at it, moving back and forth between each breast, alternating between light, almost tickling brushes and rough, harsh digs into her flesh.
Despite her diminutive size, Job found himself pressed to contain Emily’s struggles. “Don’t forget the safeword, angel,” he whispered.
“Job, I swear to the God you don’t believe in, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will rip out your tongue and shove it up your ass!” Cozbi barked. “Emily is no ‘angel.’ She’s a dirty little slut! MY dirty little slut! And she’ll take whatever I give her.”
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