The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

15.

Faith hurried to the knocking front door and opened it, head dropping submissively when she saw Mistress Willow stood outside with a shy-looking honey blonde dressed in hippy clothing. “Hello Mistress Willow.”

”Hello Faith.” As usual Willow greeted her with her customary fingers between her legs, the Slayer’s toes curling with ecstasy. “See Tara, isn’t she just as pretty as I said?”

“Y…yes,” the honey-blonde reddened violently.

“Here,” the witch took the honey-blonde’s hand in her free hand and placed her fingers between Faith’s legs, the dark-eyed Slayer moaning as the digits see-sawed back and forth her baldness, “doesn’t she feel so smooth?”

“Yyyyyyes.” The girl’s blush deepened but Faith noted she didn’t pull her fingers away from rubbing against her. “Ohhh.” The Slayer bit her bottom lip as the honey-blonde continued fondling her, but didn’t resist. After all one of the harem members wanted this woman to grope her, and it was her duty to obey. Instead, she pushed her pelvis back and forth on the fingers, pouting seductively at the blushing woman. “Yeaaaah.”

“Oh Willow!” Joyce walked into the hallway. “You’ve brought a guest.” The middle-aged witch glanced towards the Slayer being fondled by the newcomer. “I see her and Faith are already firm friends.”

“I think Tara would make a great harem member,” Willow commented.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Joyce took the nude brunette and the hippy blonde by their shoulders and moved them in front of the open door so that anyone who happened to pass by could see the witch feeling Faith up, the nubile Slayer bucking and quivering under the other girl’s touch. “Very pretty. She’s a shy one isn’t she?” Joyce gently brushed the stranger’s hair back and giggled. “Look at that cute little blush.” Joyce crossed her arms and frowned. “And she’s a strong witch too. Not as powerful as you or I, but on a par with Amy-.”

Tara looked alarmed. “I’m not-.”

”Don’t lie dear,” Joyce reprimanded, “starting a relationship on a lie is never healthy.”

”Yes ma’am,” Tara nodded meekly.

“Good girl,“ Joyce beamed. “Faith, stop being a dirty whore and pushing your pussy onto this sweet girl’s hand and bring her through to the lounge.”

”Yes Mrs. Summers,” Faith took the fingers fondling her in her hand and led the witch through to the lounge where Buffy was sprawled on the couch.

“Wow!” the blonde Slayer giggled. “Nice catch, Willow!”

“Buffy,” Joyce gently scolded. “Make room for our guests.” Buffy quickly sat up, Willow and Tara joining her on the couch, Joyce sitting on the chair. “Footstool dear.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” Tara gasped as Faith prostrated herself before the middle aged woman who promptly put her feet up on Faith’s bare back, “now Tara, why don’t you tell us your story?”

Faith listened as Tara told a story startlingly similar to her own. “So then I ran away from home because I’ve been admitted to UC Sunnydale and thought I could hide here until my classes start next year. B….but I haven’t any money or anywhere to stay.”

“You could move into the house I bought for Lilly and Anya,” Joyce smiled. “They’re two of my girls with no families. I pay the mortgage and the bills, they buy the groceries. You’d be more than welcome and if your father comes here.” Joyce’s smile hardened. “Well let’s just say Sunnydale can be a very dangerous place for the wrong sort of people.”

“However in return for our protection, we need something from us,” Buffy explained the benefits of being in Joyce’s harem and what was expected of the members in return.

”As my daughter explained I’m a Succubus, a sex mage of exceptional power, and I draw my power from the climaxes of the women in my harem,” Joyce added. “I sense your nature.” The honey-blonde’s redness blazed deeper. “Oh it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, all my girls bar Faith restrict themselves to other girls, you’ll have plenty of delicious fruit to pluck. My girls are always pleased to meet new members, I don’t allow jealousy.” Except with her own daughter who seemed to hate and envy her, thought Faith.

Buffy got up and rushed up and returned with a leather-bound family album. “Here’s the portraits of all our girls.”

“Whoa,” Tara gulped as she looked through the album. “I like girls but I’ve-,” the teen gulped again. “I’ve never been all the-.”

”Ooooh,” Joyce clapped her hands. “I should have realised. That’s alright, before you decide if you want to join, I’ll give Faith for you to play with, you’ll find her most accommodating.”

”Great!” Buffy clapped her hands. “A show!”

Tara’s eyes bulged. “I’m afraid not, Tara’s first time should be private.” Joyce looked to Willow. “Get the toy cabinet out from under the stairs, dear.”

Buffy pouted. “But when Anya-.”

“No Buffy,” Joyce shook her head firmly. “Anya is far more confident and experienced than Tara. Tara needs time to get used to our group’s comforts before performing in front of an audience.” The blonde’s mouth opened. “And no, you can’t record it for your kinky little website, Tara doesn’t need the pressure.” Joyce clapped her hands. “Now how about I treat you and Willow to a meal out, then we take Willow home?”

“I’ll just get my coat,” Buffy trilled before leaning into Faith for a kiss. “I like the look of this girl,” Buffy whispered in her ear, “if you want to sit comfortably any time in the next month, make sure she wants to join. Understand?”

Faith’s curved lips dried at the warning. “Yes Mistress Buffy.”

* * *

Faith turned towards the witch the moment the door closed behind the Summers women and Mistress Willow. “Hey Mistress Tara.”

“You don’t have to call me Mistress,” the taller, bigger girl said.

”I do Mistress, Mrs. Summers said so, ‘sides I like serving hotties like you, makes me feel wicked special,” Faith licked her lips. “You wanna get started?”

”I…I don’t know,” Tara backed away from her.

“Don’t you think I’m hot?” Faith gave the nervous witch her best doe-eyes. Fuck, if she didn’t get this girl on her back, shrieking her name, Buffy would be seriously pissed. “Mrs. Summers said you were gay but a virgin, I could show you a great time, I’ve got a ton of experience serving gals. I’d love to look after you.”

“O….okay.” The witch swallowed, sweat forming on her forehead.

”Kay,” Faith knelt back down before the still-clothed witch, head hanging submissively, “please Mistress, may I undress you?” The witch nodded silently. “Thank you Mistress.” Faith rose and took a hold of the hem of the girl’s sweater and pulled it over her head dropping it on the couch. “Can I take your T-shirt off?”

“Jjjjjust,” the witch tousled Faith’s thick mane, the witch’s breath shortening with arousal, “get on with it.”

”Sure Mistress,” Faith quickly pulled the shirt over the honey-blonde’s head revealing the witch’s milky-white skin. The witch had a slightly swollen belly and fuller hips than her, but the Slayer slave’s eyes were fixed on the older girl’s breasts. They were contained in a simple white bra and were a good bit bigger than any of the girls bar perhaps Cordy, not as firm as Faith’s but they looked to be a nice shape, sorta like torpedoes. “May I?”

“Yyyyyes,” Tara whispered as Faith released behind the witch and unclasped the bra with dexterous ease. The dark Slayer’s nimble fingers stroked the New Mexican’s back as she lowered her head and enveloped the tip of the witch’s left tit with her mouth, suckling hungrily on it while sliding her left hand up the moaning virgin’s right flank to clasp and pump her right tit. “Aaaaaah, ooooh,” the New Mexican’s breath shortened as Faith’s tongue ran over her throbbing nipple. A horizontal line of drool followed Faith’s tongue as she licked her way across Tara’s rounded chest to begin suckling on her right teat. “Aaaaah, oooooh,” the New Mexican placed her hands on Faith’s bare shoulders and pushed down. “Ddddown, down.”

“Yes, yes.” Faith mumbled as she kissed her way down the honey-blonde’s quivering belly. Without asking, Faith unfastened the blonde’s full-length flowery skirt, the skirt pooling on the floor as Faith knelt between the stood blonde’s firm legs, tugged her white granny pants down to her knees, and slowly ran her tongue up and down the girl’s as yet unshaven twat.

“Ooooh,” the witch’s legs shook at her tender touch. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Faith stopped and pulled her face away, smiling up at the blonde. “Sorry Mistress Tara,” she purred, “I didn’t ask. Is it oka-, ooof!”

Faith’s query turned to a grunt when Tara grabbed her head and pushed it back between her legs. “Jjjjjust ttttthereeeee.” The witch moaned and groaned as Faith ate at her pussy, determined to leave the witch in no doubt as to just what the benefits of Mrs. Summers harem entailed. “Eeeeat meeeee.” The witch’s bristles rubbed against Faith’s smooth skinned face as she blew hot air into the New Mexican’s pleasure hole, tongue rear-guarding it inside, just quickly licking at her moist walls then pulling out. Faith smirked at the witch’s excited moans. Faith just loved being her first, breaking her in. “Faith, oh, Faith, that feels so good!”

The dark-haired Slayer kissed her way up and down the New Mexican’s labia, the witch’s nether lips quivering at every tender caress. “Oooooh,” Tara growled blissfully, her crotch bouncing off Faith’s face. “Ugggggh, yyyyyyesss.” The Slayer took Tara’s labia in her mouth and proceeded to attempt to suck it off the witch’s crotch. “Ffffaith, Fffaith!”

“Oooooh,” Tara’s hips jerked as the trained Slayer’s tongue eased inside of her trembling twat and rubbed teasingly against her g-spot, cum drops dribbling out onto her tongue. “Aaaaaah! Gaaaaa!” The brunette sexpot began driving her tongue in and out of Mistress Tara’s trembling twat, driving it deeper and deeper into the witch’s enticingly tight channel. “Yyyyyeah, ttthat fffeeeeelsss soooooo ggggooood!”

“Ffffaith, fuck me! Fffuck me!” The witch’s hips bobbed up and down, from side to side as she spilt out, covering the once boisterous Bostonian’s features with her joy juices, Faith driving her tongue in and out until the witch pulled away, her face red partly from exertion and partly from embarrassment. “IIIII’m ssssorry IIII wwwassss rough with you, Faith.”

Faith blinked. If Tara thought this was rough, she was in for a rude awakening. “That’s alright Mistress Tara, I loved you taking command. That’s what I’m here for.” The busty seductress laid on her back. “In fact why don’t you sit on my face?”

The witch stared down at her, taking in her lewdly sprawled legs, excitedly undulating belly, and nipple-hard breasts. “A..are yyyyyou ssssure?”

“You’re my Mistress,” Faith beamed up at the still shy witch. “You’re in charge, and Mrs. Summers has trained me to enjoy being dominated.” Faith moaned theatrically, hand sliding down her lithe belly to thumb at her clit. “And I love you takin’ charge of me Mistress Tara.”

“Okay,” Tara hurriedly dragged her panties off and flung them aside before straddling her head and lowering her bush onto Faith’s willing face, the blonde squatting facing her head, her ass resting on the top of the brunette babe’s tits, and her knees pressing down on Faith’s shoulders.

The dark-haired bombshell ate hungrily at the hairy twat resting on her face, her head bobbing up and down as the witch ground her crotch into Faith’s mouth. “Aaaaah, yesssss.” Tara groaned as Faith’s tongue lashed up and down the witch’s sodden slit, her tongue flicking up to dance over the witch’s trembling nubbin as Faith took two handfuls of her ass and started to squeeze the hell out of her butt. “So good! Goooooood!”

Faith’s head rose off the carpet as she pressed her lips hard against the witch’s flexing pussy, reverently kissing it as Tara’s ass bounced hard on the top of her jugs. “Oooooh,” the witch writhed and wriggled on her face as the Slayer’s tongue tentatively entered her pleasure hole, just brushing up one side and then down the other. “Eat me, bbitch!”

“Aaaaah,” the New Mexican let out a low moan as Faith pulled away to nip her clit with her teeth before returning to cover her trembling twat lips with gentle kisses. “Gaaaa! Aieeeee!” The witch let out a low scream when the sultry Slayer lifted her head and pressed her face into Tara’s cunny and sent her tongue jack-hammering into the shrieking honey-blonde’s cunt. “Ffffaith, soooo good!” Tara panted. The moist walls flexed and clenched around her fucking tongue, and then the juices flooded out of her quivering tunnel to spill out on her mouth. “Ooooh,” the witch panted as she slumped over her on her hands and knees, her dangling boobs swinging as she gulped in air, her hairy crotch still buried in the dark-eyed bombshell’s face.

After a couple of minutes later, the busty newcomer clambered off Faith’s face and knelt beside her, gently stroking the Slayer’s rich mane. “Ttttthannnk yyyyyouuuu,” the honey-blonde giggled, “yyyyyour mouth is ssssooo naughty it should beee illegal.”

Faith grinned as she rolled up on her knees opposite the New Mexican then leaned in and started kissing her neck, licking up sweat droplets accumulated there. “What do you wanna,” her breath shortened as the witch rubbed experimentally at her nipples, “do next Mistress Tara?”

Tara gasped. “Yyyyou wwwant to ddddoo mmore?”

Faith smiled seductively. “I love to fuck and be fucked, the naughtier and nastier the better, and ‘specially when it’s a babe like you.”

“Y…you tttthink III’m aaa babe?” Tara gasped.

“Oh hell yeah,” Faith trailed a finger across the witch’s lips, “those kissable lips, those eyes, that bod, you ain’t got nothin’ to stutter ‘bout Mistress Tara, nothin’ at all.”

“Tttthank you,” Tara smiled, “you’re a babe too.”

Faith grinned. “Natch, Mistress Tara, what do you wanna do?”

“Wwwwhere I llllive is very sheltered,” the honey-blonde reddened, “I don’t know much abbbbout sex.”

The old Faith would have made unmerciful fun of the shy country girl, but she was a long way away from the bombastic hellraiser who’d arrived in town just a few weeks ago. Now she was far more respectful of her betters. “We could look through the toys?” Faith suggested. “Or I could lick you out ‘gain. Or I could finger you or you could finger me. Or you could spank me for bein’ a naughty girl-.”

”Spank you!” Tara looked horrified.

“The girls love punishing their naughty girl and some even like bein’ punished by me,” Faith candidly explained. “There’s a whole dungeon downstairs. Maybe you’d like to see it?”

”Nnnnnno,” Tara shook her head, cheeks reddening. “Maybe we should just look through the toys.”

“Good idea,” Faith replied.

The moment Tara bent over the cabinet Faith crouched behind her and stuck her tongue into her ass crevice. “Ooooh,” the witch glanced over her shoulder, “wwwwhat aaare you doing?” Faith just winked at the witch and twisted her tongue around, her palms rubbing at the sorceress’ rounded buttocks. “Ttttthat feels so ddddirty!” Tara giggled nervously before returning to rummaging through the cabinet while Faith continued to feast on her ass, licking and tonguing in and out, between long licks around her entire anal ring. “These are strap-ons, right?” Tara queried. Faith nodded but didn’t pull her head away from anally pleasuring her mistress. “Faith, take your head out of my ass and talk to me.”

“Sorry Mistress,” Faith pulled away immediately, impressed by the witch’s sudden note of command. “What do you wanna know?”

“How do these work?” the sorceress held the strap-ons out to her.

“Well you know how they work for the receiver, for the giver, they’re fixed right on your clit, so every time you thrust into your partner, they jam back against your clit,” Faith explained. “You wanna that I put one on you?” The witch blushed and nodded. “’Kay,” Faith grinned at Tara, “how ‘bout you pick one?”

“Okay,” the witch licked her lips as she looked up and down the selection before nodding towards a cold steel one about seven inches long and two inches thick all the way up and down. “Put that on me.”

”Yes Mistress Tara,” Faith took the selected strap-on and quickly fixed it into place around the prospective harem member’s waist, the sorceress gently tousling her hair as she obeyed. Then Faith passed her a pencil thin vibrator. “Mistress Tara, why don’t you play with this on those big titties of yours while I lube up your cock for you?”

“You’re full of naughty ideas!” The witch giggled then moaned as a buzzing filled the air and she ran the vibrator across her chest, then the underside, and then began slowly encircling her nipples, occasionally touching their tips. All the while her other hand continued tousling the brunette’s long locks while her eyes ate up the mesmerising sight of the loose-limbed beauty’s head bobbing up and down her steel prick, the Slayer’s full lips slurping and gulping with expert abandon. Finally Tara let out another giggle. “That’s enough. Now show me what the other toys do.”

“Yes Mistress Tara.” For the next ten minutes Faith gave a sex professional’s crash course on the use of sex toys to her eager to learn student.

“Wait,” Tara scooped out an especially sizable butt plug, a dangerous gleam entering her eyes, “I want to try this out. Over the table.”

“Yes Mistress Tara.” Faith pressed her tits into the table, pushed her ass up into the air, then reached behind to grab her deep buttocks, delicate fingers pinching deep in her unblemished globes, and spread them. “I’m ready Mistress Tara.”

”Thank you Faith.” Faith let out a long drawn-out moan as the witch probed her with the tip’s butt plug, rubbed it teasingly and pulled it out. “Are you sure you want this?” The Slayer nodded frantically, desperate to serve. “Okay then.” Faith’s full lips parted in a long groan when the butt plug was re-inserted, two inches digging deep into her before clenching tightly. “Wow, you’re so narrow. I can’t believe you’ve had all the sex you’ve said.”

“Slayer healing,” Faith explained in a mumble. “Push harder.”

“Ooooh! Ohhh!” Faith’s back arched, her breasts bouncing up off the table when the sorceress rather forcefully took her advice, shoving down and twisting as she did so, nerves inflaming as she took four inches before stalling. The witch grunted and pulled back part of the way then jammed it forward again. “Aaaaah, aaaah!” the black-eyed Bostonian squealed as her bunghole forcibly expanded, her cheeks huffing and puffing as she squeezed hold of the table under her. “FUCCCCK!”

”Five inches,” muttered the New Mexican.

“Ooooooh! Ohhhh!” The witch yanked the plug out until it was positioned at her aching entrance and shoved it back in before she begun to close up. “Aaaaah!” The Sunnydale newcomer added to the bucking Slayer’s stimulation by twisting the plug as it went in, her walls rippling happily around it. The witch yanked back half-way when it stopped then rammed it down. “Ooooooh!” Faith shrieked as the plug finally filled her, its base flaring her buttocks as they rocked back and forth. “JEEEEEZ!”

”Wow, you certainly get into that,” Tara giggled.

”Lots of nerves,” Faith explained in a pant, “did I please you Mistress Tara?”

“Tttthhe last hour’s beeeeen funnn.” The witch’s stutter suddenly returned as she gently massaged the bent-over Slayer’s shoulders. “But now I wanna fuck your pussy.” Faith looked over her shoulder and beamed. “I’m going to sit on the couch, why don’t you get that pretty little vvvvvvagina on me?”

”I’d love to!” The moment Tara was sat, Faith leapt onto the couch, straddling the older teen’s thighs, grabbing a hold of the prodigious cock, pointing it at her cunny hole, and sinking onto it. “Ooooooh!” The curvy brunette whinnied as she descended, her ripe pussy parting before it as the rod filled her, rubbing happily against all her pleasure zones. “Aaaah.”

The moment she reached the root, witch’s hands slid up her sweat-slicked flanks to encompass Faith’s heaving tits. A thrill ran through Faith as Tara flicked her nipples, the Slayer slowly rotating her hips around the artificial cock impaling her. “Oh yes, oh yes, Mistress Tara,” Faith leaned forward, brushing her lips against Tara’s.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Faith’s pussy trembled at just how full she felt with both the cock in her pussy and the plug in her ass filling her holes. The once rebellious street-rat was now the timid witch’s little plaything and she fucking loved it. Faith clenched her soaking snatch around the thick rod as she slowly pulled herself up the cock, cunny juices streaking it. Their lips still locked together, Faith began moving her hips back and forth with ever increasing speed, her excitement growing with every long stroke, her rich, dark mane snapping violently and full globes wobbling seductively.

For a while Tara was just content to play with Faith’s tits, but then the clit pounding started to get to the horny witch and she began launching her hips up to meet Faith, seemingly attempting to split her in two. “Yes, yes, yes,” Faith panted as she leaned into the witch, their breasts rubbing together and their sweat dripping onto one another’s bodies. “You’re a real quick learner!” The witch responded with a grin and a grunt, increasing her speed as she punched out a tattoo on Faith’s cervix. “Yeah, so good!”

”Ooooooh!” Faith let out a low cry as her pussy shook in gleeful climax, juices spilling out over her partner’s dildo. “Aaaaah! Yesssss!”

“On your back,” Tara panted, lust ablaze in the witch’s previously placid eyes.

“Yes, yes,” Faith panted as she dropped onto the couch on her back, legs spread eagerly.

“Uggggh,” her back arched, ebony eyes widening in shock when the shy sorceress ploughed right into her, not easing herself into her silken pussy, but pounding hard. “Ugggh.” The witch leaned over her, pulled half-way out and drilled back into her, driving deep into her flexing twat. “Uggggh!” Noting the New Mexican’s dangling hooters hanging over her, Faith decided to muffle her cries by taking as much of her left tit as she could fit in her mouth and suckling on it, her other hand reaching around to squeeze at the larger girl’s ample ass.

”Oh yeah, keep doing that,” Tara muttered as she thrust her hips back and forth, her cock working a constant furrow inside the Slayer’s convulsing pussy. “Keep playing with my tits and ass, you little bitch!” Tara instructed as Faith squirmed and wriggled under the quickly learning witch. “Oh, oh, oh. I love my cock!” Tara panted as she pounded at Faith’s molten core. “The way it feels on my clit!” Tara continued to speed up, her breathing growing shallower and shallower, sweat dripping off the huffing sorceress and onto the underneath Slayer. “Aaaand you love it you dirty sssssslut!” The witch’s hands grabbed at Faith’s hips, dragging her up to meet the cock ploughing into her, forcing the artificial phallus deeper and deeper. “Ttttake mmmmy coccck you naughty ttttramp!”

Faith arched and rippled under the witch as she came with a shriek, teeth digging into the teat in her mouth and juices spilling from her snatch. Faith slumped down to the couch, her body shaking as the witch dragged herself out, yet more fluids dripping from her.

Tara slapped the Slayer’s satin-skinned hip. “Up on your knees, face to the couch.”

Faith hid a smirk at the note of authority in the once meek lesbian’s voice. She had her, another Mistress to look after her needs and to in turn serve. Buffy would be so pleased. “Yes Mistress Tara.”

The moment her plugged ass was up in the air and her head pressed down into the sofa, the witch knelt up behind her and grabbed her hips. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy hard Faithie,” Tara said, proving she was a natural at dirty talk. “Do you want that?”

“Ohhh,” the brunette bombshell groaned when Tara began rubbing the cock’s tip up and down her already stimulated nether lips. “Yes Mistress Tara, I want your hard fat cock inside me.”

”Aaaaare you sure you wanna be fucked like a dirty little street wwwwwhore?”

“Ahhhh,” Faith gasped as the witch stroked her clit with the pencil vibrator she’d given her before, excitement tingling through her, her breathing shallowing. “Yes that’s what I am, Mistress Tara, please give it to me.”

”I need to hear you beg for it, Faith, I’m not very sure you mean it. I’m not very good at this?” Tara giggled as she simultaneously bumped the vibrator against Faith’s throbbing clit and rubbed her strap-on against the Slayer’s quivering vag-lips.

“Please Mistress Tara,” Faith panted as sweat beaded off her shaking body, “I need your big cock inside me, you’re so good at thi-, oooof!”

Faith gasped as the witch grabbed her left hip and yanked her backwards while thrusting her own hips forward, the steel cock slicing her in two, Tara’s slightly swollen belly slapping into Faith’s rounded ass, the vibrator remaining buzzing against her clit. The next few minutes were filled with a crescendo of grunts, moans, flesh slapping together, and the stench of heavy sweaty sex. Then Faith let out a strangled gasp as blood pounded through her, her cunt bursting loose to flood juices out of her.

Tara gave her a few more pounding thrusts before pulling out. “Aaaaah!” Faith’s eyes widened, her ass joining in the climax when the witch yanked the butt plug out in a single savage motion, her anal nerves firing and her sphincter vibrating. “Oooooh!”
The Slayer threw her head back as her back arched and she screamed her release, ecstasy swamping her. “FUCCCCCCCCCCCK! MISTRESS TARAAAAAAAA!”

The sexy Slayer was still shaking from her double climax when Tara leaned over her and whispered in your ear. “You get me so hhhottt. I want you standing against the banister.”

“Yes Mistress Tara,” Faith forced her aching body under her control and hurried over to the stairs, her naked, sweaty back resting against the ornately-carved wooden railings.

”Good girl,” Tara beamed at her, quickly kissed her on the lips, then hooked Faith’s right leg under the knee and lifted her leg up before re-inserting her cock into Faith’s drenched snatch then started drilling her hard and fast.

“Uhhh! Uhhhh!” Faith grunted, the jarring pain in her head as it repeatedly crashed into the wooden railed banister was rendered unimportant next to the thick, long phallus ravaging her pleasure zone. “Yeah, yeah!” Faith’s body shuddered continually, every impalement provoking another involuntary twitch. “Give to me, Mistress Tara!”

”That’s right,” Tara panted between thrusts, her free hand trailing down the Slayer’s sweaty undulating belly to pull and tug on her clit, “you like it don’t you, Faith?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes Mistress!” Faith gasped as the phallus thundered in and out of her wildly-clenching pussy.

“That’s,” the newly-assertive witch’s hand flew up to crack into the dark-eyed Bostonian’s right tit, pain cascading through the bouncing boob, “Mistress Tara, bitch!”

”Yes! Sorry!” Faith shook and trembled as the cock punched a rhythm out on her cervix. “Don’t stop fucking your bitch Mistress Tara.”

“Oooooh!” Faith squealed as the newly-empowered enchantress took a hold of her clit and started pinching it, her cunny heating and spasming in arousal. “Oooooh-,” her moans were cut off when the witch pressed her lips to her in a smoulderingly possessive kiss, her tongue plunging into Faith’s moist mouth as the cock continued thrusting in and out of her. The witch’s body pressed to hers, so that Tara could feel every climatic shudder as Faith came, the house-trained Slayer’s pussy spilling her white juices out to splatter hers and Tara’s legs as she shrieked her orgasm into the witch’s mouth. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

Tara pulled the sopping cock out of Faith’s still trembling cunny, trailed her fingers back up and tweaked the Slayer’s left nipple. “I want you bent over the table by the door, now.”

* * *

“Uuuuuh, oooooh, ahhhh!” Tara’s hand was in the sweat-soaked Slayer’s full mane, pulling her head up so she could see her lust-filled, sweaty features in the mirror above the table by the house’s glass door entrance, the domineering witch stood over her. “Uaaaah! Aaaaah!” Faith writhed and twisted as she clung to the table, the witch behind her pounding in and out of her sopping pussy. “Ooooh, yeah! Mistress Tara! Give it to me, Mistress Tara!”

”Oh yeah!” Tara squealed, her free hand sliding up and down Faith’s jiggling form, alternating between tweaking Faith’s nipples and clit. “Take my cock yyyyyou lllitttle bbbitch!”

”Yeah! Yeah!” Faith panted as her pussy pulsed and throbbed, the volcano between her legs simmering as the hard strap-on pounded in and out of it. “Fuck your bitch, Missress Tara!”

“Oh I will!” Tara somehow managed to speed up, her hips slapping against the Slayer’s rounded tush as her fake cock drilled the smaller girl in two. “Take it you dddddirty, dddddirty girl!”

Suddenly the door swung open and Buffy and Mrs. Summers walked in to watch the end of the frenzied joining, the mother and daughter laughing as the door remained open so that anyone from the street could look in and see Tara dominating her nubile bitch. “Oh boy!” Buffy giggled. “Guess Tara isn’t so shy any more!”

“Oooooh! Sooooo goooood!” Faith bucked, womanly hips quivering as her pussy released when Tara’s belly slapped into her ass, the witch’s fingers twisting on her bulging clit like it was a dimmer switch. “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Should I go and get the ink, mom?” Buffy queried between gales of laughter.

“Yes,” a laughing Joyce closed the door behind her, “it seems Faith has another Mistress.”

Next: Faith for Sale???????