“Remember what I told you?” Daphne said as they broke
their kiss.
“I was going to eat your pussy?” Velma blushed.
“Close enough,” Daphne pushed on Velma’s shoulders with
one hand, “Time to get to work babe.”
Daphne pushed Velma to her knees with her left while
reaching down and pulling up the front of the dress’ skirt with her right. Velma’s hands trembled as she reached to pull
down her mistress’ panty hose and panties.
It was effortless to get her slave to start eating her out and that made
Daphne smile. Clearly the program had rewired
Velma into her lesbian harem slave perfectly.
Daphne gasped and closed her eyes as Velma ran her tongue around her
clit. Daphne lowered herself to her
knees and laid back as Velma leaned forward and down to keep hard at work
stimulating her mistress’ love box.
“Hmmm, get that tongue in there you slut!” Daphne purred.
Daphne closed her eyes and bit her lip. Velma was doing great, but something inside
her told Daphne not say that out loud just yet.
“Deeper,” Daphne ordered, “Get your tongue all the way
in.”
*
Velma was overwhelmed, her mind had mostly stopped in response
to the pleasure her body was feeling. Mistress
Daphne tasted divine, and obeying her was giving Velma a heady rush. She prodded deeper and deeper into her
goddess’ swollen slit, kissing the lips of perfection. It was then that Velma tasted a flood of
sweet nector.
*
Daphne somehow managed to keep quite as her world erupted
in mind numbing pleasure.
‘Fuck yeah!’ Daphne thought to herself, ‘Velma is my
perfect bitch!’
“That was good,” Daphne let out a purr, “Drop your
panties and lay on my chest, face away from me.”
Velma obeyed without word. She was clearly eager to be embraced by
Daphne again. Daphne’s arms wrapped
around Velma and hugged her, making their way under her sweater and up her abs,
cupping and fondling the Velma’s large sweater puppies. Velma’s pulse quickened and Daphne’s right
hand made its way back down Velma’s torso and under her skirt. Velma gasped slightly as the fingers found
her swollen and wet pussy.
“You know you make a good pet bitch,” Daphne whispered in
Velma’s ear, “Maybe I get that tattooed on you? ‘Daphne’s Bitch,’ think that
would make a good tramp stamp? Take out with to the mall and get some really
slutty outfits and parade you around in them?
Take you to a pet store and get a collar and leash so I can walk you
around town like a pet bitch?”
“Please Mistress,” Velma gasped.
Daphne was fingering Velma with three fingers already.
“You know I already have three fingers in?” Daphne
whispered, “Such a slut under such wholesome outfit.”
“I’m your slut Mistress,” Velma pleaded.
“That’s right,” Daphne hissed, “And if I want to parade
you around in a leopard print hooker dress you will.”
Daphne could tell.
She quickly wrapped her left hand around Velma’s mouth and gave one last
thrust into sluts’ eager hole. Velma
twitched, spazasmed, and cummed in a mind shattering orgasm. Daphne kissed Velma on the cheek.
“You love it when I talk dirty and boss you around,”
Daphne noted.
“God yes,” Velma murmured.
“Let’s get changed, I want to go swimming before we check
out this mystery,” Daphne took her right hand and slapped Velma’s ass.
“Yes Mistress,” Velma cooed, “Wait, what?”
The two got up and quickly undressed. Daphne handed Velma some baby wipes.
“Here, clean up,” Daphne ordered, “It is clear. Whoever these guys are, they aren’t the Coast
Guard. I think they are military, but
there is no way they are actually the Coast Guard. I want to figure out what is going on here.”
Velma cleaned off her face and crotch.
“Can’t argue with you there, Mistress,” Velma said.
“Unless we are playing just call me Daphne,” Daphne
ordered.
“Right Daphne,” Velma said, “So what do you think?”
“I am not sure yet,” Daphne said, “But I am willing to
bet that this is a lot bigger than wanting to find a hidden treasure.”
Velma paused and was a dear in headlights watching Daphne
pulling on the top of her bikini.
“Focus Velma,” Daphne ordered.
“Right,” Velma sputtered, “Bigger than a hidden
treasure. Think Fred or Shaggy have any
clue anything weird is going on?”
“Fred, yes,” Daphne was putting sunscreen on herself, “Shaggy
has been too busy watching his sex goddess.”
“You are very distracting,” Velma leaned in fishing for a
kiss.
“I am,” Daphne gave her lover a quick peck on
the lips and then plopped a glob of sunscreen on Velma’s nose with a giggle, “Let’s
go, I want to swim.”