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Dawn's Perfect Little Slayer	By : ToughLove Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Dawn/Faith Views: 38745 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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10.
Multi-coloured strobe lightning flashed constantly as the exclusive club shook to the throbbing pulse of the latest hip-hop. Dawn, clad in a very classy mid-thigh length, bandeau-style velvet black dress, led Faith dressed in a suitably slutty shiny yellow satin short skirt with pleats that barely hung over her pert ass and matching vinyl tube top that just about covered the pierced nipples of the Slayer’s rounded tits but little else, Faith’s braided, pink-ribboned pigtails hanging down onto her shoulders. Dawn ordered them drinks at the busy bar, an elegant cocktail for her and a non-fattening orange squash for her girl, then led Faith across the busy dance floor to the tables at the far end. Dawn sat down and patted her lap. “Sit, there’s a good girl.”
Faith immediately obeyed, arm looping around her mistress’ shoulders. “Thank you for taking me out, mistress,” she simpered.
“You’re welcome, puddin’.” Dawn grinned at her. “I feel a little game coming on, what do you think, Faithie?”
“A game!” Faith jumped up and down on the younger girl’s knee. “I love games Ms. Summers!”
“I know you do sweetie,” Dawn reached up and patted her head. “That’s why I try and find them for you.” Dawn pointed off to the tables to the right. “Do you see that trio of middle-aged women sat over there?” Faith glanced in the direction her girl-friend and mistress was pointing and nodded when she saw a trio of middle-aged women about twenty to twenty-five years their senior dressed in trouser suits sat around a table. “They look lonely don’t they?”
Faith licked her full lips, excitement filling her, pussy moistening at the thought of another humiliation. “Yes Mistress, they do.”
“I want you to go to the bar, buy a bottle of champagne.” Dawn pushed a fifty dollar bill into Faith’s cleavage, “and get some glasses for those ladies, tell them it would be a honour to join them, sit with them, allow them to have a little bit of fun with you, remember I’ll be watching, and then I want you to do this.”
Faith listening with growing enthusiasm as Dawn continued to explain her plan. “That sounds wicked, Ms. Summers.”
Dawn giggled. “Oh it’s positively debauched.” Her hand cracked against Faith’s barely covered butt. “Now what are you waiting for?”
“Hi ladies!” Faith giggled as she made her way over to the table, and leaned over the table, displaying her ample cleavage. “My girl-friend sent me over to keep you company. Mind if I sit down?”
“Your girl-friend?” One of the women, a pepper-grey black woman with a square jaw and disposition asked then gasped as Faith straddled her lap, sitting facing her as she poured the woman a glass and passed it to her.
“My girl-friend,” Faith shrugged her bare shoulders as she poured more glasses of champers and passed them to the other women, a ditzy-looking blonde whose cheerleader looks were fading to chubbiness, and a thin-faced school-marm type. “Well really my mistress, she likes me to serve people and I like to serve them.”

“And who might your girl-friend be?” demanded the black.
Faith pointed to Dawn. “Only the hottest babe in this damn place!” she proudly announced.
“And she shares you around?” the black queried as she drunk her champagne, eyes fixed on Faith’s tits.

“Well not around as such ma’am,” Faith corrected, her tone respectful, “but she likes to keep me well-trained, and it entertains her to humiliate me.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?” the blonde demanded.

“No ma’am, I know my place, she’s taken me in hand and trained me to be a better girl and to respect my betters, and I’m real grateful for it.” Faith replied before sinuously rising from the black woman’s lap and sitting between the two white women. “And ‘sides, I get so wet when I know I’m gonna be shown and humiliated,” she took the two women’s free hands and pushed them down the front of her skirt and smiled, “see?”
“Because,” Faith moaned with delight when the black woman reached across the table and clenched the sultry Slayer’s jaw in her hand, this bitch knew how to treat a slut, “it’s no more than you deserve?”
Faith nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“Then what does your mistress have in mind?” the black woman snapped. “And be detailed, girl.”
“Yes ma’am,” Faith shivered at the stern note in the older woman’s voice. “If you open my purse ma’am, you’ll find a dildo inside.” The black opened Faith’s slim purse, and pulled out the gleaming thick ten inch dong inside it, and passed it around the other women for their inspection. “My mistress would like you to take me to the toilets, strip me, have me bend over a stall, spank myself, and then when you’re happy I’ve punished myself enough, I fuck my ass to climax with the dildo, then I’m to take you over to my mistress for a report on my performance.”

“And you’ll do all that?” demanded the school-marm, her eyes gleaming lustfully.
Faith looked down at the ground. “If it pleases you.”
The ditzy blonde giggled. “Well this wasn’t I had in mind when I suggested a girl’s night out, but what the heck!”
In moments, Faith was being led past a grinning Dawn, the middle-aged women’s hands all over their nubile plaything, across the busy dance floor and into the tiled floored toilet, its mirrored walls gleaming, and the entire place scrupulously clean, the club’s music muted by distance. The first stall was occupied, so Faith made her way into the second, her audience crowding the entrance, avid interest in their eyes.
Faith turned back to the women, a sultry grin on her full, pouty lips. “May I undress ladies?”
The school-marm giggled. “Just show us those titties, girl.”
“Yes ma’am.” The women clapped as Faith lifted her tube top off, rounded, firm breasts bouncing proudly free. Faith folded her arms behind her back and arched forward, moaning softly as the women thoroughly examined her chest, fondling her proffered jugs, squeezing and tugging on them, and pulling on and twisting her piercings.

“That’s quite a rack you have there, girl,” the black woman laughed. “Let’s see your pussy now.”
“Yes ma’am.” The always obedient Slayer reached down to the Velcro on the side of her waistband, and tugged it open. The women clapped again as Faith submissively passed her skirt over to the black woman. “Please hold this for me, ma’am.”
The black woman took Faith’s jaw in her hand. “Aren’t you forgetting something, girl?”
Faith beamed. “No ma’am.” Faith tugged on the string tying her gold, sequined g-string on her left hip, the flimsy material falling way as the sultry Slayer spread her legs and ever so helpfully tilted her naked hips up so her audience could examine the sexy Bostonian’s bald pussy.
“Let’s have a look!” Faith remained submissively still as each woman took their turn crouching between the Slayer’s legs, tugging on her lips, rubbing them, and pinching her clit. “You’ve been a very bad girl haven’t you?”
The nude Slayer nodded, her pussy pulsing through excitement of what was to come. Oh being on show, publicly humiliated by these older women just on the orders of her barely legal mistress, god she loved her life. What exciting avenues Ms. Summers had opened up for her when she’d taken her in hand. “A very naughty girl, ma’am,” Faith meekly agreed.
“Oh my god!” a pair of silicone-inflated blondes, youngish trophy wife types with permed hair and sprayed on tans, waked into the toilet, stopped by the stall, and joined the older women peering into the stall. “What’s going on here?”
“This dirty little slut has just stripped and said she was going to spank her ass while we all watched,” the black woman replied.
The ditzy blonde grinned at Faith. “You don’t mind the bigger audience do you?”
“No ma’am,” Faith shook her head. God, she was practically leaking with the humiliation of her growing audience. Faith’s heart hammered as she spun around, spread her legs until her naked thighs touched the stalls’ walls, then placed the dildo on top of the cistern, bent over and pushed her ass up and back even as her nipple-pierced jugs teardropped down. After giving her rapt audience a second to ogle her naked, round ass and exposed, dripping with arousal excitement cunny, Faith raised her left palm.

WHACK! Her left ass cheek wobbled under the blow’s impact, butt burning with the impact. CRACK! Her right hand came down hard on the other cheek, the impact imprinting a red handprint on her behind. WHACK! Her left buttock bounced under another slap. SNAP! Her right ass cheek jumped as her palm crashed into it.
“Oh my god!” tittered the ditzy blonde. “I can’t believe she’s doing this!”
CRACK! Faith’s palm crashed into her right ass cheek again, ringing out like a gunshot. CRACK! The nude Slayer’s palm impacted on her left cheek, wobbling the rounded flesh alluringly.

“I can’t believe she’s not hitting herself harder,” the black grumbled.

“Sorry ma’am!” Faith gasped. “I’ll try harder!” Faith’s arms windmilled back and forth, biceps and triceps flexing mightily as she hit her bare buns with all her might, lashing them until they were burning. Sweat rolled down the Slayer’s broiling behind as her Slayer-powered strikes turned her jiggling behind a blazing red for the entertainment of her giggling watchers and under the orders of her mistress. “Is this better!” Faith panted as hurt burnt into her deep buttocks.
“No,” the black woman scowled. “You can do better, girl.”
“Yes Ma’am!” Faith’s hand swung back then crashed against her already reddening
behind, leaving stinging handprints all over her fine ass, the numerous handprints blurring into one, turning the Slayer’s previously flawless ass into a solitary neon blotch. Faith’s butt quivered under each new slap, the humiliating impact reverberating through her entire aroused body
“Oh my god!” one of the trophy wives giggled. “She reminds of some of the trailer trash girls we had at school, the football team could get them to do anything!”
The air rang to the nude beauty’s squeals as her ears filled with the sound of her hand crashing into her perfect ass. Soon her ass and palms both stung, but the Slayer ignored the discomfort to continue her butt battering, willingly debasing herself for the five sets of watching eyes.
“That’s enough,” the black woman ordered. “Now, come out under the light and touch your toes, so we can inspect you.” Faith hurried out into the centre of the public bathroom. The moment she was directly under the bathroom light she reached down, grabbed her ankles, and folded herself in two. The moment the nude Slayer was in position, five of her temporary mistresses surrounded her, examining the nude beauty fortune had gifted them as their temporary plaything. “Look how limber she is,” the black crowed. “And so willing to obey.”
“Oh very nice.” Faith moaned deep in her throat when one of the trophy wives stood over her and pinched two handfuls of pert and very pummelled posterior.
The ditzy blonde’s fingers slid up and down the Slayer’s ass crack and pussy. “I can’t believe how hard she spanked herself. That butt must sting!”
“I know,” the school-marm whistled approvingly, sharpened features wrinkling. “She didn’t hold back did she?”
“You told me to give it my all,” Faith simpered. “My mistress likes me to try and do my best.”

“Well you did great.” Faith started when the black slapped her across both ass cheeks. ““Now, get back in the toilet and pick up that dildo and fuck your ass with it until you cum.” Faith hurried back into the stall and reached eagerly for the sizeable dildo. “And I don’t want you to be gentle, fuck it hard.”
“Yes ma’am,” Faith reached back, pulled her left cheek to the side, then drove the sex toy hard towards her rounded rear while tilting her hips back and up, swallowing the thick, long cock all her way up her tiny bunghole in a single savage motion. “Ahhh!” Faith threw her head back and cried, rosy lips parting as every anal nerve fired with the brutal penetration. “Oooooh.” The nude Slayer rocked back and forth as she forced the dildo in and out of her rear as fast as she could, the watching women clapping in time with every penetration. Faith’s walls throbbed as she groaned and whimpered, her curvy body shaking, aroused sweat dripping off her naked frame as the well-trained slut’s arousal built within her, the enjoyment of being an on-show bitch, Dawn Summers’ bimbo slut, filling her.   “Gaaaa!”
Faith gritted her teeth as arousal and pain warred inside of her, the young beauty’s tits swinging back and forth as her body continued to shake, her arm pistoning back and forth as the sexy Bostonian drove her phallus in and out of her virgin tight asshole, her healing ensuring that this vigorous butt-fucking felt like her very first. “Fuck, owww! Fuck!” But she wouldn’t change her life for the world. She was fixated with the pleasure that came from serving Dawn. Obsessed with being fucked by her, addicted to being humiliated and punished by her.
Even as she thought about her mistress, the school-marm spoke. “I bet her mistress can’t keep her hands off that sweet package.”
“Oh yeah,” commented the black. “I just know that hot little number can’t get enough of slamming her cock deep into her bitch’s round little rear.”
The ditzy blonde giggled. “As the only TRUE lesbian here, you two bored housewives, can I say a hell yeah. But I bet no matter how much of drilling this little slut gets, she wants always more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Faith threw her head back and moaned, not pausing in her anal fucking, in fact speeding up, “yes, yes.”
“Hell I’m not gay, and I’d keep her around just to have a hot bitch that’d lick me out at a click of my fingers,” commented one of the trophy wives.
“I bet you suck a great cock too don’t you?” the blonde queried. “And lick her pussy real good!”
“Yes, yes,” Faith panted and whinnied, curvy naked body shaking. “I lick mistress’ pussy real good!”
“Think of that hot teen behind you, pounding you with her hard cock, and fingering your pussy, think of what dirty little whore you are and how we’re all watching you, and cum for us,” the black ordered.

“CUM! CUM! CUM!” The five began to chant in tune with their clapping and Faith’s thrusting arm, her receptive ass swallowing her dildo, her bunghole pulsing with depraved excitement. “CUM! CUM! CUM!”

“Uhhhh, uhhhhh.” The Slayer’s dark eyes rolled back as the unique type of climax she only got from being roughly butt-fucked washed over and through her naked body, drowning her in a sea of pleasure. “Ahhhh!” The Slayer squealed breathlessly as black dots sprang up before her eyes, head flinging back as fluids gushed from her. “Ohhhhhhh! Yaaaaaa!”
“Get dressed young lady,” the blonde ordered. “We have to present you to your mistress.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Dawn smiled as Faith and the three middle-aged women approached her. “Faith, over the table.” The women grinned as Faith obeyed, her barely covered tits and taut, rippling belly pressing into the cold table as her ass lifted up for inspection. “I trust she was entertaining?” Dawn queried as she pulled Faith’s skirt up and ever so casually undid her g-string, allowing it to fall to her ankles and expose the Slayer’s modesty to anyone passing by the table.

“Did she!” the blonde replied. “In fact, I get lonely on a night. I’d be more than interested in having her as company.”
“I’m sorry ladies,” the sultry Slayer moaned softly as Dawn began massaging her bruised ass, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks as she inspected the Slayer’s well-fucked, gaping asshole. “She’s a bitch, not a hooker.” Faith moaned again at Dawn’s possessive protectiveness. “But if you want,” Dawn scooped Faith’s g-string up off the floor and threw them to the woman. “Keep them as a memento.” Dawn patted the Slayer’s bare ass. “Come on baby, time to go home.”
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Dawn laughed all the journey home, pulling up into the parking lot of the 411 across the park from where they lived. “That was fun wasn’t it Faith?”
“Yes Mistress,” Faith beamed proudly at her mistress’ amusement.

“You’re such a good girl.” Dawn smiled fondly and patted Faith on her head. “Reach into the dashboard compartment sweetie, there’s a surprise there.”

Faith obeyed, gasping as she pulled out a gold rhinestone criss cross patterned thong bottom and matching bra as well as mid-thigh length gold silk stockings. “Oh Ms. Summers, thank you, it’s so purty!”
“Nothing’s too good for my girl.” Dawn hugged her. “Now change.” Faith quickly obeyed, squirming in her passenger seat as she stripped out of her skimpy nightcub outfit and into the even skimpier costume, the rhinestones arranged in downward triangles that barely covered her nipples and over her pussy, and the golden string to the rear cutting between her rounded cheeks. “Do I look good, Ms. Summers?”

“Oh baby,” Dawn kissed her on the neck, “you’re adorable, beautiful.” Dawn patted her on the head. “Now I want you to get out of the car, buy,” the teen stuck a hundred dollar bill in Faith’s bra, “us two bottles of champagne, then leave your outfit in the trash can and streak home.”
Faith’s dark eyes filled with tears. “Don’t you think I look pretty in my outfit, Ms. Summers?”
“Oh sweetie,” Dawn kissed her on her forehead. “Of course you do, in fact I have another outfit just like it at home. But this is what I want you to do, and so you’re going to do it, okay honey?” Faith nodded dutifully. “Good girl. Oh and pick me some flowers on the way home, at the pond where we picnic, you remember the spot don’t you sweetie?”

“Sure do,” Faith affirmed. She remembered folding her legs under her and Ms. Summers using her as a serving table too.
Dawn ruffled her girl’s hair again. “Well what are you waiting for?”
“Yes Mistress.” Faith shivered as she clambered out of the car and Dawn sped off, the Slayer’s silken skin pimpling in the cool night, nipples hardening with the chill, peeking out through the barely covering rhinestones. Faith hurried inside the 411, past a group of pimply teens eying up the store’s porn mags, their mouths dropping open and eyes lecherously following her as a for real centrefold quality babe dressed in next to nothing slinked past them.
Their eyes followed her all the way to the store’s rear, the drooling kids muttering amongst themselves as they eyed up her assets. Faith shivered alluringly as she opened the store’s fridge, a cold wave gusting over her almost naked body as she reached into the fridge and picked up a pair of forty dollar champagne bottles. Faith shivered again as she pressed the chilled bottles to her barely clothed body then tottered back to the front of the store.
“Holy shit!” the half-smoked cigar fell out of the chubby store owner’s mouth as the Slayer stopped by his counter, his eyes travelling up and down her body as he took his time racking up the two bottles, his gaze never leaving the curvy Slayer’s bikinied frame. The man leered at her as he passed the bottles back. “Today’s security tape’s gonna be a keeper for sure!”
The sexy Slayer rushed out of the store then melted into the shadows as she steeled herself to rip off the skimpy bikini, race past the lighted entrance, drop the costume in the trash can and spring gazelle-like into the night. The moon gleamed down on the nude beauty as she raced across the parking lot, sensually-muscled thighs rippling erotically as she sprinted across the adjoining street, a lorry’s lights illuminating her in yellow, its driver honking approvingly at the nude seductress racing past, midnight mane billowing behind.
The Slayer’s naked ass wobbled and her ripe, perfect tits bounced, nipples stiffening in the night, a night-time jogger stopping to gape as the nude beauty raced past. Faith reared off the path and hurried to the pond. Water shimmered and rippled in the cool night breeze as the nude Slayer dropped into a crouch and began picking flowers, carefully picking out the breeds her girl-friend liked best.
Once she’d finished, the gorgeous Bostonian rose sinuously and started through the untamed park. Soon she was racing through a thankfully deserted children’s playground, her curved chest rising and falling, a pair of sweaty winos rising from a wooden bench to drunkenly point and laugh as the jiggling temptress sprinted past.
Everything bounced and wobbled as the brunette made her way through the park, ducking behind bushes and pressing her naked body into trees’ rough-textured bark as people passed by. And then she was back in the streets, racing past giggling groups moving from bar to bar, recording her run-past on their video-phones for prosperity. The chill wind stroked at the Slayer’s erotically-curved body, satin flesh pimpling as cars honked approvingly as the beauty raced by, drivers of both genders leaning out of their windows to holler crude invitations and suggestions, a thrill throbbing through her at her depraved situation.
Sweat shone on the Slayer’s naked frame as she climbed over the fence into their home and ran up the drive, unlocked her front door, and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Sorry honey,” Faith burst through the front door to find her now-naked girl-friend sprawled across the sofa, her fingers grinding furiously against her pussy. “I started without you!”

“That’s alright, Ms. Summers.” Faith offered her girl-friend her flowers.
“Oh they’re beautiful honey, thank you.” Faith beamed at her girl-friend’s praise.   “Look at your nipples, it must be real cold outside tonight.” Dawn leered at Faith’s tits, her fingers rubbing even faster at her crotch.   “Put those into the vase I put out on the table.”
“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith eagerly obeyed.

“And when you’ve done that,” Dawn’s breath caught, but then she continued. “Open both champagne bottles, give one to me and start drinking the other outta my pussy.”
“Yes mistress!” Faith passed Dawn a bottle, the teen throwing her head back and taking a generous swig. The naked Slayer knelt on the floor between her mistress’ spread legs, poured iced champagne onto her bald fuckhole, the bubbles drizzling down her girl-friend’s pink lips, and then buried her face into the teen’s crotch and started eating.
“Oh that’s right baby,” Dawn’s pants filled Faith’s ears as she poured and licked, the chilled bubbles filling her mouth as her tongue glided up and down the younger girl’s pink wetness. “Oh, yeah, yeah.” The teen writhed happily as her girl’s tongue probed her pleasure zone, sliding in and out. “Oh yes! Fuck yes!”
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