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“Oh my god please Ms. Dyer I’ve been so good can I pleasejust—cuhhmmmnn” Emily began shoving the bright purple dildo in and out of Adas abused cunt.
Bright red lines decorated Ada’s thighs and ass, resembling a sickening cross hatched painting. They had been whipped and edged and overstimulated beyond what should be possible for one person- but Emily was magic in that way.
Once, the doctor had tied Ada up and shoved as many toys as she could into the psychologist. It had cried and sobbed and begged for Emily to, “Please, please just touch me, oh my godmygod-shit. I’m gonna die please!”
But Emily was nearly relentless, just as she was now, tsking at Mesmer as she just slammed the toy in harder.
It went on like this for a bit, Ada couldn’t say how long but not more than a few minutes, they think. The cycle ended as Emily struck a deal.
In a soft, sugary tone of voice Emily had stated that, “I’ll make you come however you want -yes there’s no fine print- if you can hold out just a little longer. Mmkay?”
Ada had nodded frantically, thanking Emily as if she was some sort of saint. The aforementioned “saint” shoved the dildo in as far as possible and hit a button.
The psychologist gasped and grabbed for purchase before Emily swished her around to where she was fucking sitting on the damned thing, Emily went to sit on the other side of the bed and just stare.
“Hah-how long?” It practically pleaded, as they began subconsciously grinding onto the bed.
“Depends. Oh, and would you look at that! You’re humping the bed like a dog.” Emily crossed her legs. She was mostly clothed, the damned bitch.
“I’m, I’m gonna, please, oh god please!” She looked over to the doctor who just smiled and cocked her head.
“Oh pretty thing, you can’t come that’s the whole point. You’re awfully stupid for a psychologist. Or maybe you’re just stupid from cock? Yeah? Is that it?” Emily had gone from calling her a dog to talking to her like she was a fucking pet. And for some sick reason- Ada relished in it.
After what felt like ages, the inevitable occurred and Emily got bored. She moved over to Ada, who hadn’t stopped dry humping the bed, and leaned her back.
“You did so good for me.” She turned off the vibrating dildo and began kissing up Ada’s body. She reached it’s neck and looked up to them through lidded eyes.
“As promised, how would you like me to satisfy you?” Emily whispered. Ada was still catching her breath so the response was a bit delayed. But ever since Emily said what she was gonna do, Ada knew what she wanted.
“I want to ride your face.” For someone who was just sobbing, she said it rather matter of factly. Meeting the doctors gaze with wide, dilated eyes. It actually made Emily laugh.
They moved around so that Emily was laying down and Ada was facing the headboard, to brace herself on. She’d need to, much like everything else, Emily was unfairly good at giving head.
She hovered over the girls face until Emily grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. It always tried to avoid fully sitting on peoples faces, Ada wasn’t a small person. She stood at 5’11 and had a lot of muscle to her legs. But Emily had always been able to just have them sit there, as long as she was given space to breathe every now and again.
Emily began licking at Ada’s entrance, drinking her like wine of the finest quality. The riding aspect of face riding comes into play when Emily starts playing around with Ada’s clit.
The clitoris, is obviously somewhere that’s sensitive. The equivalent of a penis head for all of those pussy havers out there. But Ada had always been super sensitive and went practically feral when given head.
It began mindlessly grinding down onto Emily’s face until Emily gave two taps onto their thigh signaling she needed to breathe for a moment. Ada lifted herself up a bit and the girl under them of course made a snarky comment.
“You’re lucky I did swimming or else you’d kill someone.” Ada snorted.
“It wouldn’t kill Demi, I don’t think.” Emily couldn’t see Ada’s face and she knew that, but she raised an eyebrow best she could anyway.
“Okay well I bet you spend more time being fucked by Demi’s dick rather than her mouth so I’m guessing you don’t know that.” Emily was unbothered by Ada casually fucking Demi. She just likes poking fun at her, she’s a bit of a comedian if you ask her.
Whining, the psychologist responded “Ok, ok, just get back to eating me out.”
“You’re awfully talkative for someone who couldn’t form sentences five minutes ago.” And then Emily went back to her work.
Ada started huffing and moaning, only stopping when Emily briefly needed air. It was when she decided to suck on their clit, that Ada went right back to being incoherent and a mess.
She hadn’t closed her mouth properly for long enough that a thick line of drool started dribbling down their chin, and dried tears got re-wetted as new ones emerged.
In between licks Emily managed to spit out some comments along the lines of, “I can tell you’re loving this,” and, “So good for me.”
Being close to the wall came in handy because the sheets weren’t enough once Ada started getting really close. She leaned against the wall and began letting out long whines in an attempt to disguise exactly how close she was.
It of course didn’t work, as Emily started to get rougher and Ada started to get louder. It’s toes curled and their legs shook like twigs as she orgasmed, she nearly screamed Emily’s name and rolled to the side to catch its breath.
Wiping her mouth with her arm, Emily looked to Ada with a sly smirk. “What do we say?”
Ada’s eyes squinted. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”
“Well I mean unless you want me to not have sex with you for a week, yeah.”
“Fine.” Ada sucked in all of their pride and in the most mocking tone she could muster said, “Thank you. Ms. Dyer.”
Emily giggled, “You’re bratty when you’re not being filled.”
“Oh shut up.”