Female Domination - The Beginning. Part 6
Anya lay on the floor and looked mockingly at the two cunt-lickers. She lay there with a pussy that was swollen, red, and shiny from saliva, urine, and lube.
"Kaaaayf," she murmured quietly. "You're fucking awesome whores," she addressed Roman and Sergey. "I'm just fucking amazed by you, you're just our cunt-lickers now! Whores," she continued to say with haughty mockery.
"Alright, fuck off and go wash up," Yana snapped.
Roman helped Sergey to his feet, and he staggered off to the bathroom.
"I fucking came too," Yana said to Anya when both guys had gone to the bathroom. "While you were trying to shove his head into your pussy," Yana continued, "You're such a fucking bitch, turns out you're a real piece of work!"
"Listen, I still don't get it, did I come like that or just piss myself?" Anya replied with a smile. "I just really needed to pee and was thinking about pissing on Seryozha while he was licking me, but then I got so turned on I decided to come first, and when I was coming I pissed a little too, and then I thought, why hold back anyway?" Anya continued, boasting with a smile on her face.
"Fuck, I need to take a shower," Anya said, getting up from the floor. "And I'll send these guys to wash the floor from my piss." They both laughed contentedly.
"By the way, why haven't you blown anyone yet?" Anya asked Yana.
"Not yet! I'll have time! I don't want to yet," Yana said, embarrassed. "I did come, I'm telling you," Yana hesitated slightly. "I was jerking off watching you."
In the bathroom, Roman and Sergey washed up in silence.
"Why the fuck did you bring them here? Where did you even find them?" Sergey started the conversation.
"Well, we met on the street, had a drink to get acquainted, and then they invited themselves over," Roman began to justify himself. "How did she make you lick her?" Roman asked Sergey.
"Well, you were the first one licking her."
"Me???" Roman asked in surprise. "I was fucking Dasha in the other room, and when I went to wash up, I saw you licking her and was just fucking shocked by you."
"What the fuck are you lying about! I saw the photo with your tongue out between her legs," Sergey said indignantly. Roman immediately hesitated.
"Anyway, it's not my fault! You started licking her yourself, and I..." Roman paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Dasha and I are a pair, we liked each other."
"And where's the photo from?"
"It's nothing, just a joke," Roman replied, not knowing what else to say.
"And what were you yelling about then! Dasha was with us in the kitchen! Why the fuck did you say that word 'cunnilingus'? And why the fuck did you even go into the room with her?"
"Alright, both of you, fuck off," Anya entered the bathroom. "Grab some rags and lick everything clean! I'll come check later," Anya barked, getting into the shower. After these words, the guys' argument ended, and they took a bucket and a rag and left. They were so scared that they bumped shoulders in the doorway, trying to get out of sight of this beast as quickly as possible.
Roman peeked into the room, where Dasha was already snoring contentedly under a blanket. Roman turned off the light and also went to the kitchen, where Sergey was already scrubbing the floors, gathering Anya's piss from the floor into a bucket with a rag. Yana, with her legs crossed, was watching them authoritatively and smoking.
"So, how do the pussies taste?" Yana started a conversation with both of them. "See, Seryozha, you didn't throw up! You even drank Anya's piss." Sergey didn't answer anything, just continued his task of gathering that urine, which he felt was also in his stomach, but he wasn't nauseous, he just felt uneasy. "Pour us a drink," Yana addressed Roman. "Let's have one, and then you'll lick me too! You don't mind, do you?" she drilled him with her gaze. At that moment, Sergey looked at Roman, who immediately averted his eyes. "I don't understand! Why are you silent? Don't you want to please me?" Yana continued. Roman had no choice but to simply nod in response. "And where's Dasha?"
"She's sleeping," Roman replied.
"What did you do to her, you naughty boy?" Yana said, smiling again, addressing Roman. "Tell us how you pleased her there."
"No need, I don't want to talk about what happened there," Roman tried to deflect, because he was afraid to tell them that he had fucked her, afraid of offending Dasha, in case she didn't want them to know.
"Why don't you want to tell? How you licked her?" Yana persisted. "Are you embarrassed or something? We already know everything about you anyway! And I saw it," Yana continued the interrogation mockingly. "Did you forget how you licked both Dasha and Anya on the street?" Yana wouldn't let up. "I was there too! Or did you forget?"
Sergey looked at Roman again with a slightly surprised and disapproving look.
"So what? How did you lick?" Yana persisted. "Come on, tell us, cunt-licker!"
"Well," Roman began, embarrassed. "I licked her there with my tongue." Roman blushed again.
"Ahahahahaha," Yana laughed. "Did you at least learn how to lick now? Do you know where and how to lick? Dasha was moaning so much we could hear it here! Right, Seryozh?"
"Yeah," Sergey replied, continuing to scrub the floor and afraid to finish this task because he also didn't want his eyes to meet Yana's, who was just giving Roman a hard time. At the same time, Sergey was happy that she was giving Roman a hard time and not him, and that Roman would be licking her.
"Alright, let's have a drink," Yana raised a shot glass and downed it in one gulp. "Well, Roma, let's go!" Yana stood up and, pulling him by the hand, went to the room. Roman also drank and obediently followed her, where she turned on the light and sat on the sofa, having first bared herself from the waist down; she was no longer shy in front of him. Her legs were spread wide, Yana patted her pussy with her palm. "Come on, cunt-licker, get to work," she called Roman with a haughty smile. "Stick out your tongue and make me feel good, or I'll strangle you like Anya if I don't like it."
Dasha was peacefully sleeping on the bed opposite at that time. Roman approached between Yana's legs and, kneeling down first, kissed her foot as Dasha had taught him, then licked it and slowly began to move up towards her pussy, which was still completely dry. With his hand, Roman reached for her breast and began to fondle it.
"Oh, you fucking professional already!" Yana purred contentedly. "Continue."
Roman was ashamed to lick Yana with Dasha sleeping; if she woke up and saw him licking Yana, how would she react? Thoughts raced through Roman's head. Until this moment, or more precisely until licking Yana, he had hoped that Dasha would protect him and he would only lick and fuck her. Fuck. Oh, how Roman wanted to fuck Dasha again, but would she let him now after he had cheated on her? These thoughts didn't leave him, but at the same time, Roman was already gently sucking on Yana's labia, slightly pulling them and releasing them, immediately kissing and licking them. Now he ran his tongue between these lips, sinking his tongue deep into her pussy.
He did everything as Dasha had taught him, slowly and gently. Yana, meanwhile, threw her head back, closed her eyes, and gently stroked his head with one hand, while with the other she spread her pussy apart with her fingers and pressed slightly, as if masturbating. Roman licked Yana's now wet pussy and swallowed her juices, lightly touching her clitoris; Roman already knew where the clitoris was and what it looked like. Yana clearly liked Roman's skills, and she continued to stroke him, moaning and gasping.
Anya, having taken a shower, came out completely naked and, noticing the light on in the room, peeked in.
"Ah, you fuckers," Anya said. "Not wasting any time!" After that, she went to the kitchen, where Sergey was sitting at the table with his head bowed. Approaching him closely, she ruffled his hair. "Don't worry so much, sorry I fucked you up so bad you passed out, next time I'll be more careful." Sergey immediately imagined that he would have to lick her again, which he really didn't want to do, but he was afraid to object. Anya sat down at the table and said, "Pour us a drink, let's have a drink to brotherhood, French style." Anya continued, "Do you know how that goes?"
"No," Sergey replied, still not raising his eyes, while taking the bottle in his hand and pouring into shot glasses. His hands trembled in the presence of this bitch.
"You'll drink and then kiss lips," Anya said, pausing slightly before continuing. "Only you won't be kissing with upper lips, but with my lower ones, with my pussy, in short." Anya laughed. "Well, let's drink to a good time." Making a toast, Anya drank arm-in-arm with Sergey.
"So, what are we waiting for?" she asked Sergey reproachfully, raising an eyebrow. Sergey knelt before her and kissed her clean, post-shower pussy. "Alright, let's go join the group in the room, we shouldn't be alone here," and getting up, she went to the room, and Sergey followed her. In the room, Dasha was still sleeping to the sounds of slurping and squelching that Roman made while licking Yana, who was still gasping and moaning with her eyes closed, stroking his head.
Anya sat in an armchair, crossing her legs. "Come here and kiss my feet," she commanded Sergey, who immediately knelt before her and began to caress her also clean, post-shower feet. Anya, meanwhile, lit a cigarette and sat in the armchair, feeling like a queen whose slave was kissing her feet.