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Dream Girl 2
(Faye Valentine)

"She said to have fun and the funnest thing I can think of right now is for you eat my pussy while Logan fucks you," Madelyn said to see how Heather would react. 

"Yes Ma'am." Pulling her skirt up revealing that she had nothing on underneath, Heather dropped onto her knees and gently spread Madelyn's new younger, well-toned legs. Tracing a finger up her right thigh, she used both hands to push Madelyn's skirt up. "Mmmm, nice to see you don't like panties either." She moved in and playfully bit Madelyn's hooded clit and then looked up at Logan. "I'm not on birth control so please make sure to empty your load as deep as possible." And with that she lowered her head and licked Madelyn's pussy.

Standing, Logan unbuckled his belt and then his pants. Seeing Heather's raised ass, he pulled the belt from the loops and then moved into position. But not to have sex with her. THWAP! With a hard slap he brought the long length of leather down causing her to yelp. "Unbutton and remove your blouse," he commanded. "And don't stop licking or I'll add fifty more. Is that understood?"

"Yeth Masther," Heather said with her tongue buried in Madelyn's pussy.

THWAP!

Reaching up, Heather began unbuttoning her blouse. With each one undone came another hard swat. Ass. Backs of the legs. Inner left thigh. Ass. Inner right thigh. Vulva. As she struggled to get the garment off, the swats intensified in both intensity and frequency. When her blouse hit the floor her backside was given a reprieve so that he could concentrate on her back and by extension breasts, sides and belly. Trained to accept it, that's exactly what Heather did while doing her best to pleasure Madalyn.

"Good girl," Logan said as the belt wrapped around Heather's right side, the tapered tip biting into her pierced nipple. Her body trembled but she did not stop licking, sucking and nibbling at Madelyn's sweet pussy. Walking behind her, he slid the head of his cock along her vulva and then in one swift thrust eight of his new eleven thick inches were buried in Heather's womanhood. Belt in hand, he drew it back and then brought it down diagonally over her left shoulder causing her to flinch forward, driving her tongue deeper into Madalyn's pussy. Swinging the belt down, he quickly brought it up against her breasts with a flick of the wrist while managing to push another inch into her. 

If there is one thing Madalyn has learned in the last two weeks about her new younger body it was that she was far more sensitive where it counted than ever before. Already feeling the orgasm, she relaxed into it and as she watched the belt strike the sex slave's breasts for a second time she gushed into her mouth. Heather tried to gulp it all down, but Madalyn was squirting faster than she could keep up so resigned herself to taking it on the face. Not that she had a problem with that, but she would have preferred to taste every last drop.

"You're going to be a sex slave after this weekend, right?" Logan asked as he delivered another swat to Heather's back and side.

"Yeth Masther," Heather replied, keeping her tongue inside of Madalyn.

"And that means doing everything commanded of you whether you like it or not, yes?"

"Yeth Masther."