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less sensitive parts of
the woman’s cunt.
    When Nickel’s breathing began to
slow, she returned to the gates of her vagina and plunged her tongue back
inside.
    Nickel’s breathing accelerated
again and she began to work her hips anew.
    When Nickel began screaming, “God!
God damn it! Good, sweet God!” Irene slowed down again.
    Nickel sounded like she was
beginning to cry. “Keep doing that. Get back inside me.” Now her voice was
soft. Pleading.
    Irene brought her fingers into
play. When she was sucking a man off, she pumped his cock at the base. What was
the analogous action with a woman?
    She knew that there was a spot
inside her that gave her special pleasure when a cock rubbed against it. She
moved her mouth up to Nickel’s clitoral hood and began nuzzling around it,
never quite making contact with the clit itself. While she was doing that, she
tucked two fingers under her chin and inserted them into Nickel. Crooking her
fingers, she felt a rough, irregular spot on the front of her vaginal vault.
    As soon as she began rubbing that,
Nickel began to scream and buck her hips.
    Irene tilted her head and began
mouthing Nickel’s clit, not touching it directly, but compressing the sides of
her clitoral hood against it with her lips.
    Nickel screamed incoherent
gibberish for a long time while closing her thighs and squeezing Irene’s head.
    Then she relaxed. Her thighs fell
limp and she reached down to grab Irene’s hair and pulled her head away.
    Irene withdrew her fingers and
rocked back on her heels. Her neck was aching from being kinked backward and
cricked over to the side. Her knees were burning. Even her jaw was sore.
    Nickel’s eyes were closed and her
chest was heaving inside the corset. She flopped over onto the cot and pulled
her legs up, kicking Irene in the head when she failed to clear it.
    Too late, Irene ducked down out of
the way.
    As Nickel curled up into a fetal
position on the cot, Irene rose to her feet – an awkward, ungainly maneuver
because her knees were so stiff.
    She stood and massaged her
shoulders, trying to work the kinks out.
    After a few minutes, Nickel opened
her eyes. “God damn, woman, that was good. Don’t tell me you never licked a
cunt before or I’ll beat you half to death for lying to me.”
    “No, ma’am. I did it once before
as part of a show. But I’ve sucked a lot of cock. I tried to adapt what I know
about stimulating cocks to your cunt.”
    “You expect me to believe that you
were thinking about sucking cock when you were eating me out?”
    “I’m a great cocksucker, ma’am.
Gentlemen tell me that I’m exceptional.”
    Nickel grunted at that.
    Irene stood and waited for
instructions.
    After a bit, Nickel said, “I was
going to beat you after you finished eating me out, but I don’t feel like it
any more.”
    Irene’s last owner had beaten her
on the first day because he said that it was important for a slave to know her
place. “You may beat me if you wish, ma’am. But I can assure you that I know my
place even if you don’t feel like doing it right now.”
    “You want me to send Cherry in
here and lick your cunt? She’s pretty good at it. Not quite as good as you, but
pretty good. She’ll get you off.”
    “Thank you, ma’am, but that’s not
necessary. I’d rather have Lord Snow get me off, but he doesn’t seem interested
in my service.”
    “He’s missing out.” She sighed. “There’s
no accounting for the whims of a gentleman slave owner.”
    “No, ma’am.”
    Nickel rose from the bed. Once
again, she was standing so close to Irene that their chests were almost
touching. Nickel wrapped her arms around Irene and pulled her into a hug. She
whispered in her ear. “Now that I know what you can do, you’re going to be
doing that for me a lot. Believe me, if you ever give me any less than your
best effort, I’ll part your legs and strap your cunt until you’re bruised and
swollen. You know why I’d do that?”
    Irene shook her head