Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

I would make her howl for every slap.

“And since you're a dyke,” Juana continued, “I'm going to give you what you want. And don't try to deny it, linda. I know you are. I'm one, too, remember. I know how much you lust for girls. How much you crave eating pussy.”

I didn't. I wasn't a dyke. I just liked humiliating them. I just liked making them eat my pussy and feel their tongues sliding through my folds and cum so hard on their mouths.

“So I'm going to give you want you want,” she grinned. “You're going to eat my pussy. You're going to love it, too. I know you will. You've been staring at it for so long, just dying to bury your tongue in it.”

I glared at her.

“Oh, she's in such denial,” laughed Lee, her phone pointed right at me.

“Do it,” Clint growled to my sister. “Take control of her and put her in her place.” His hand slid down my ass, making me shudder, and then he rubbed my pussy. “She's soaking wet.”

A ripple of embarrassed heat washed through me as Clint shoved his thick finger out before my face glistening with my juices. I couldn't be wet. This was humiliating. This was disgusting. I wasn't a dyke. I liked...guys. They were...fine.

Those juices were just left over from when Juana was churning my cunt up.

Then Juana seized my hair with a hard, firm grip, and yanked my face to her bush. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed across my cheeks. And then her wet vulva found my lips. I felt her hot snatch slid up and down my face. I sealed my mouth shut. I refused to give her the pleasure.

“Start licking, dyke,” Juana said, her voice so firm, brooking no disobedience.

I shook my head, moaning my wordless defiance.

She pressed my face tighter into her pussy, my nose nuzzling her clit. Her tangy juices worked past my sealed-tight lips anyways. I tasted my first cunt. A shiver ran through me, racing down my spine and settling into my pussy.

I was not getting hotter. I was not getting wetter.

I squirmed and struggled, trying to break my arms free of Clint's strong grasp. But his hand was iron, holding my two wrists together. Why did the fucking faggot have to be so goddamn strong? Why did the little dyke have to go to him?

Why did Lee have to watch?

“Start licking my pussy, dyke-slave,” Juana hissed. “Start eating your Mistress's cunt now!”

I glared up at her, past her budding, succulent tits to her round face. She had the same brown skin as me, that same rich tone. Her dark hair framed her face. Her cheek was still bright from my slap, but she wore it like a badge of honor, like she was proud she took it and gave me worse.

Both my cheeks felt so swollen.

“You have until the count of ten,” she said. “Or there will be punishment, dyke. 1. 2. 3.”

I didn't flinch as she counted, wiggling her hips and griding her cunt on my face. I wouldn't submit. I wouldn't give in to her demands. I was strong enough to resist her. I wasn't a dyke-slave like she wanted. I wasn't.

“6. 7. 8.”

I wouldn't give in.

“9.”

She could slap me all day.

“10.”

Nope. Not today, dyke.

“Clint,” Juana said. “Would you please discipline my slave?”

“Gladly,” Clint growled.

CRACK!

My ass exploded in pain. I let out a grunt into Juana's pussy. Fire burned through my butt-cheeks, racing through my body and settling into my pussy. I writhed, my head snapping back and forth, rubbing my mouth across her pussy.

“Lick my pussy,” Juana said.

I glared defiance at—

CRACK!

My mouth opened. I screamed out in pain as the burning agony shot through my ass. My pussy clenched while my little sister's juices poured into my mouth. She was so wet. I could see it in her eyes. This turned her on. Seeing me in pain. Seeing me humiliated and spanked by that faggot Clint.

“Lick my pussy,” she said, her voice level, commanding.

I shuddered, my ass on fire. But I wouldn't—

CRACK!

I screamed again, my entire body shaking. The pain was so intense. It swirled through me, mixing in my pussy with the humiliation of being dominated, with the embarrassment of the cameras catching my tears rolling down my cheeks, from the pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My cunt was so hot even as my ass was in so much pain.

“Lick it, dyke.”

A shudder ran through my body. A wild shiver that ended up in a wanton sob, half of pain and half of...passion.

What was wrong—

CRACK!

The fourth spanking was the hardest yet. Clint smacked his hand so hard into my ass, the blow pressed my face into my sister's cunt as the heat roared through me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so badly and...

My pussy drank it in. My pussy absorbed the pain and turned it into excitement. And...

“Lick my pussy.”

I could feel Clint's hand drawing back, cocking to deliver another hard spanking. To discipline my ass for not obeying my Mis...little sister. I squeezed my eyes shut, both wanting and fearing the smack of flesh.

My tongue licked.

My sister groaned, shuddering, as I lapped through the tangy folds of her pussy. Her eyes lit up with such delight. Her small breasts jiggled as I tasted her juices. As I felt her hot silk on my tongue. I licked again, my ass still burning, the heat radiating into my pussy, boiling it.

My tongue danced through her folds. I couldn't stop myself. I was licking her pussy like a filthy dyke. Like a lezzie slut. And Lee was watching. Melody was recording. And Clint... Clint had a closeup view.

“Oh, she is going to town on your pussy, Juana,” he laughed. “She just needed some encouragement.”

He pinched my burning ass, making me moan louder into my little sister's cunt.

“Mmm, that she did,” groaned Juana. “But now my little dyke-slave is just so eager for it. Oh, yes, you got a taste of pussy and you love it, cunt-muncher.” Juana grinned with such triumph. “You're a lezzie muff-diver now.”

I wasn't. I just didn't want to be spanked. Even if it tasted so good, I didn't want to do this.

I licked again, harder, faster. I delved my tongue into my little sister's snatch. I swirled through her tunnel, making her groan and gasp. Making her moan. Such sweet sounds came from her lips. Her juices trickled down my chin, running down my neck to my shirt.