The Third Challenge
As we remain in the 69 position, our bodies still trembling and slightly out of breath from the torment of our near-orgasm experiences, the air thick with the scent of our arousal, my Dom begins to explain the next challenge. His voice is laced with sadistic amusement, and his eyes flash with delight as he delivers the rules.
“Since both your pussies are such a dripping mess,” my Dom begins, his voice thick with sadistic amusement, “I have a new challenge for you desperate little sluts.” He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air before continuing, “For this challenge, you’ll be lapping up each other’s pussy juices like the greedy little whores you are. But, of course, I won’t make it easy for you.”
His eyes flash with delight as he delivers the rules. “You are only allowed to use your tongue to lick each other’s pussy lips—NOT touching the clit!” His words are sharp, each one cutting through the haze of arousal that already envelops me.
“You won’t be allowed to use your hands, any toys, or any other part of your mouth. Just your tongues. You will both work to try to make the other girl cum, licking her pussy lips alone.” His smile grows wicked. “This will test just how desperate you both truly are to win and how skilled your tongues are at bringing the other to the edge.”
He paces slowly, his gaze sweeping over us, lingering on our trembling thighs and dripping wetness. “Remember, the goal of this challenge remains the same,” he declares, his voice a tantalizing mix of menace and control. “The first girl to cum loses. And yes,” he smirks, “there will be a time limit—five minutes. Plenty of time to see just how much you can take.”
He pauses, his tone shifting, darker now, dripping with menace and pleasure. “Let’s see which of you desperate little whores can resist the urge to cum… and which of you two needy little sluts succumbs to the pleasure you’re both so obviously craving for.”
With a nod, he steps back, his eyes never leaving us. “Begin, you desperate little whores.”
Andrea lowers her head, her warm, wet tongue extending to meet my swollen pussy lips. The moment they touch, I feel a shiver run down my spine. The texture of her tongue is soft yet firm, and the gentle pressure sends waves of arousal through me. I can taste the mix of saliva and her own pussy juices, a sweet and tangy flavor that heightens my arousal.
In response, I raise my head to get closer to her pussy, my eyes locking onto her clithood piercing. The silver bar catches the light, the tiny pink rhinestones shimmering with each subtle movement. The dangling ring with the pink rhinestone ball tapping against her clit adds to the torment, a constant tease that heightens her arousal without providing the necessary stimulation. I extend my tongue and slowly begin to lick up and down her soft, wet, and warm pussy lips.
The sensation is both intense and frustrating, knowing that the one place I need to touch is off-limits. But the fear of the punishment drives me forward, making every lick a desperate attempt to avoid the revolting fate that awaits the loser. I can feel the cool air brushing against my soaking wet pussy, amplifying the raw, throbbing ache that pulses through me.
As we lick each other’s pussy lips, the room fills with the sounds of our tongues and our heavy breathing and the occasional moan. Our tongues move in sync, lapping up the juices that flow freely from our pussies. The motion is almost like a dance, each lick more intense as we strive to bring the other to the edge without crossing it ourselves. The slow, deliberate strokes of our tongues build into a frenzied rhythm, our breathing heavy and labored as the tension mounts.
The saliva mixes with our pussy juices, creating a sticky, slippery mess that drips down our shaved pussy lips. I can feel it running down my ass cheeks, pooling onto the floor. The sensation is both erotic and frustrating, a constant reminder of our arousal and our inability to reach the climax we so desperately seek.
Andrea’s juices are particularly abundant, and as I lick her pussy lips, I notice the saliva and juice mixture dripping down from her clit, forming tiny droplets that hang precariously from her clithood piercing before falling into my mouth. The predicament is both arousing and frustrating; it’s a constant reminder of how wet and needy we both are, yet how far we are from the release we desperately crave.
Having my needy, throbbing clit being avoided by her hot tongue is a constant torment, throbbing and begging for attention but being strictly ignored by her tongue. My clit pulses with every lick of Andrea’s tongue on my pussy lips, aching to be touched, to be stimulated. It’s a cruel tease, knowing that the one place I need it most is off-limits.
I focus on Andrea’s pussy lips as I lick her, my mind racing with the desperation and frustration we both feel. Her pussy lips are puffy and glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention. The silver bar of her clithood piercing catches the light, the tiny pink rhinestones shimmering with each subtle movement. The dangling ring with the pink rhinestone ball tapping against her clit adds to the torment, a constant tease that heightens her arousal without providing the necessary stimulation.
My Dom’s voice cuts through the tension, taunting and teasing us. “Look at you both,” he says, his tone laced with cruel amusement. “So desperate, so needy. You two slutty little whores want to feel that release so badly, to cum hard, but you know you can’t give into it.”
As the minutes tick by, the tension builds. Our bodies are slick with saliva and our own pussy juices, our pussy lips swollen and throbbing. The frustration is palpable; our bodies scream for release that never comes. Andrea’s tongue is relentless, licking and teasing my swollen pussy lips, but I match her move for move, my own tongue working tirelessly to bring her to the edge.
He pauses, his gaze lingering on our dripping wetness. “And let’s not forget what’s at stake here, you desperate little whores,” he continues, his voice dripping with menace. “The losing slut will have to empty all the condoms from both buckets into her mouth and swallow it, like a good little cum dumpster. Imagine the taste of two weeks’ worth of cum, collected from both of your Doms. A mixture of watery and thick, chunky cum, old and smelly. You’ll feel the texture of it in your mouth, the chunks and pieces scraping against your tongue and the roof of your mouth. The smell will be overwhelming, a pungent mix of stale semen and sweat.”
The reminder of the punishment sends a shiver down my spine. I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I imagine the cum-filled condoms, the smell and taste that would be forced upon me. It’s a vivid and revolting picture, but it also fuels my determination to win. I grit my teeth, focusing harder on the task at hand. The thought of that disgusting, vile fluid filling my mouth and sliding down my throat is unbearable, but it’s a fate I’m determined to avoid.
Our tongues move with renewed urgency, each lick more intense as we strive to bring the other to the edge without crossing it ourselves. It’s so hard, because even though the feeling of her tongue sliding smoothly over my swollen pussy lips feels so good, it’s so hard to cum from it without any stimulation on my clit, and I know the same thing will be true for Andrea. My only hope is that her clithood piercing, with that little pink rhinestone ball tapping against her clit with every tiny move she makes, might be just enough to push her over the edge and make me win this challenge and avoid the dreadful punishment my Dom has conjured up for us.
I can hear the sound of our tongues moving, the soft slurping and licking that fills the room. My Dom’s boots echo on the floor as he circles us, his eyes fixed on our trembling bodies. The saliva and juice mixture continues to drip down our bodies, creating a mess that is both erotic and frustrating. It’s a constant reminder of our arousal and our inability to reach the climax we so desperately seek. Andrea’s piercing, with the rhinestone ball tapping her clit, adds to the torment, a constant tease that heightens her arousal without providing the necessary stimulation.
I push my tongue harder against Andrea’s pussy lips, determined to make her cum before I do. The sensation is both intense and frustrating, knowing that the one place I need to touch is off-limits. But the fear of the punishment drives me forward, making every lick a desperate attempt to avoid the revolting fate that awaits the loser.
As we lick each other, our bodies move in sync, our tongues dancing in a rhythmic motion. The tension builds with each passing moment, our breathing heavy and labored. The room is filled with the sounds of our struggle, the soft moans and gasps that escape our lips. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, the heat of the room intensifying our arousal.
My Dom gets next to me, as he whispers into my ear: “Why don’t you just let go and give in? Just cum and enjoy the feeling of your orgasm flowing through your body. You know you want it, you desperate little whore. Five minutes is a long time,” he taunts, his voice low and menacing. The warmth of his breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine, but I remain focused.
The reminder of the time limit and the stakes at hand fuels my determination. I know what is at risk, and the thought of losing is unbearable. Our tongues move faster, more urgently, as we strive to bring the other to the edge without crossing it ourselves.
Finally, my Dom’s voice cuts through the tension. “Time’s up, my little whores. Stop.”
We both pull back as we catch our breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our pussy lips swollen and throbbing, slick with saliva and our own pussy juices. The frustration is palpable; our bodies scream for release that never came. The cool air brushes against my soaking wet pussy, amplifying the raw, throbbing ache that pulses through me.
My Dom steps forward, a satisfied smile on his face. “Well done, both of you. You managed to hold back, but I can see how much you’re both suffering, you desperate little sluts.” He pauses, his gaze lingering on our dripping wetness. “You’re both so wet, so needy. It’s almost... intoxicating.”
The reminder of the punishment still lingers, a constant threat that drives me to be more determined than ever to win the next challenge. The thought of it makes me shudder, but it also fuels my resolve to outlast Andrea and avoid the revolting fate that awaits the loser.
As we lie there, our bodies trembling and our breathing heavy, the tension between us is palpable. The frustration of being so close yet so far from release hangs in the air like a challenge, a reminder that this is far from over. My Dom’s words echo in my mind, a constant reminder of what is at stake and what I must endure to win. The determination to succeed burns within me, fueled by the fear of the punishment and the desire to prove myself. This is not just a challenge; it is a test of wills, a battle of endurance, and I am ready to face it head-on.
Andrea and I exchange a glance, our faces reflecting our shared frustration and determination. We know what is at stake, and the thought of losing is unbearable.
“Let’s see how you handle the next challenge,” my Dom continues, his voice dripping with menace. His words hang in the air, a challenge that we are both ready to face. We know what is at stake, and we are determined to win.
In this moment, I can feel the connection between Andrea and me, a bond forged in our shared desperation and determination. Our eyes lock, and for a brief moment, we are not competitors but two women bound by our desire to survive and win. The tension between us is electric, a palpable force that drives us forward, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
