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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Turning my head over my shoulder I could see the bus indicating as it waited for a gap in the early Sunday morning traffic to drive off. Sitting on its back seat B was waving at me furiously like a demented loon. I raised my hand in a more cool ‘see ya’ style which just made her wave all the worse, like a small child saying goodbye to grandma, not an almost grown woman saying adios to a gal-pal. I slouched towards the motel door at the speed of a sloth on performance inhibiting drugs. Partially it was cos as I was totally fucked out, literally – I’d spent most of all night banging Blondie and C’s ass and pussy, sometimes on my own and sometimes with Red. My legs were still weak, even with my Slayer stamina and I have to give it to Twinkie, the fact she could sit on the bus ride home says something about how tough she is beneath her teeny-tiny blondness.
But there was another reason I was walking slower than Xander’s thought processes. And that was cos I’d moved out of my crappy motel into somethin’ less cockroachy and I didn’t want Miss Nosy to know, cos then she be asking how I’d got it and I’d have to tell her. And then kill her.
It seemed like the bus was being driven by Miss Daisy as it took so long to find a gap in the traffic I had to slow my trudge so much I was almost going backwards. Luckily just as I neared the door the bus got away and I was able to turn and give B a final wave. I waited for a second just to make sure it was really gone and then took a quick left turn away from the motel towards the parking lot where my new motorbike was waiting. I hopped on, gunned the engine and was out of the parking lot like I was a bat and it was hot.
It only took me a few minutes to reach my new place, but in that time I’d moved from the slums of Sunnydale, so grim even the vamps avoided the night time hookers, to apartments to grand they even had a uniformed concierge. I hopped off my bike, "Morning Clarence," I said to him, "Could you put it in the garage." I dropped the keys into his outstretched hand.
"It’ll be my pleasure, Miss Faith," he said in his thick Louisiana accent, "How was your night?"
"Fun," I laughed and headed upstairs.
My bed looked so comfortable and despite the name my sleepover hadn’t involved much sleeping. I yawned and undressed before gently easing myself between the satin sheets.
I’d only meant to have forty winks, but it was more like eighty when I heard the thunderous roar of the doorbell – no twinkly electronic buzz in this pad, but the full clangs like it was that Big Ben from Giles’ place. I groaned and tried to hide myself under the pillow. For a second I’d thought I’d succeeded and then I heard the front door open a voice call, "Faith?"
"I’m just getting up," I said, "Let me put on a robe."
"It’s after midday," said my visitor in shock, adding in a worried voice "Are you ill?"
I put on a robe, making sure it was well done up as I knew Mayor Richard Wilkins III didn’t appreciate young women showing too much flesh – if he hadn’t literally come over with the Pilgrim Fathers he’d stolen a lot of their ideas. He was standing by my fireplace a frown on his face as I entered my main room. As soon as he saw me he strode over and put a hand on my forehead like the old Doc my Mom used to fuck, though unlike the Doc his other hand didn’t go up my skirt. I shook my head, "I’m not sick. I just was out late, with Buffy and Willow."
"They’re bad influences," he grumbled, "I hope they weren’t putting you in danger, making you stick things with that sharp pointy stake."
"No danger, boss," I grinned, "Though lots of sticking and screams."
He frowned again, "Well… as long as they’re not making you do any drugs or anything like that."
I had been reaching for my half-empty pack of cigarettes, but stopped. He saw and gave me an encouraging smile and I made a quick promise to get myself some of that nicotine gum to see if it worked. The Mayor paused for a few moments and took a look round my apartment, "I’ll hire you a cleaner," he said, "Looks like you haven’t got time to tidy."
"Er, well, been busy, y’know what with bumping off your Mrs Post, keeping B out of your business and er… that new Playstation you bought me… which is super-cool by the way, but I’ll do some clearing up this afternoon."
"Good, a tidy home leads to a tidy mind," he said, "though unfortunately I have some work for you this afternoon."
"You want me to kill someone?" I drew a finger across my throat.
"Darla," he said, "Can you believe she’s developed a conscience?"
"Honestly… no," I replied. I’d met the blonde ex-vamp once, during which she’d tried to kill me.
"It was a rhetorical question," said the Mayor, "I knew bringing her back from the dead was a mistake. But I thought her passion for killing the young lady who staked her and sent her to hell would keep her on the straight and narrow, but it seems it wasn’t motivation enough. Or perhaps she was worried that now the attempt to pin Mrs Post’s demise on Miss Summers had failed I needed another blonde patsy…" he shrugged and I waited for him to continue, "Not that it matters. I need you to head round to her apartment and terminate her with extreme prejudice."
"No problemo," I said, "Any final words?"
"I’m sure you’ll be inventive… if she’s there. If she isn’t that confirms my fear she’s gone good. "
"Consider it done," I gave a cocky grin.
He nodded, "That’s job one. Call Miss Morgan to let her know whether she’s there. If she isn’t I’m sure Miss Morgan’s colleagues at Wolfram and Hart can track her down quickly and let you know. Job two. Buffy and patrolling tonight."
"You want me to kill B? Cos I can totally do that," I said.
"It may come to that, but not yet, it’s too risky and I don’t want you getting hurt," he said. I shrugged, a little annoyed at his lack of faith, cos if it came to me and Twinkie it’d be the bad assed brunette who’d walk away. He smiled and patted my hand in a fatherly manner, "Not that I don’t think you’d win," he said as if he’d read my mind, and he might have, "but you might still chip a tooth or break a finger."
"Sure, yeah," I said, slightly mollified, "What you want me to do to her?"
"Nothing. I just want to make sure you keep her away from the Restfield Cemetery. I’m expecting a visitor and I’d hate Buffy to disturb the little ceremony I need to conduct to get him into this dimension."
"It’ll be an ease. Though that’s on our normal route. I’ll have to think up an excuse."
"I can help there. There are some new vampires in town, they’ve set up a nest in the warehouse district. I was going to ‘invite’ them to join me, but they’ll do equally as a diversion, stroke, work out for you and Buffy," he smiled winningly.
"Works for me, boss."
*
"Y’kay Twinkie? You look like you’re off your game," I asked. B had been distracted all night and I hadn’t even had to wiggle my ass to get her following me away from Restfield towards the back streets of Sunnydale.
"Sorry," B looked up from the piece of oily tarmac she’d been staring at and looked at me.
"You… you look like your minds up with the fairies. Or poss down with the puddles," I said. I slid my hands into my jacket pocket and leant against the wall. It was just the two of us tonight, I guessed Will and Cordy were recovering, Giles had his nose in a book and fuck knew where Xander was – probably beating off to some crappy porn in his parent’s basement. If B wanted to talk, there was just the two of us and I could nod wisely whilst thinkin’ ‘bout her naked and bouncing. It meant the vamps in the warehouse would go free, but I guessed the boss wouldn’t complain about getting a few more recruits and instead I might get another type of workout. "You alright? You wanna vent?"
Blondie shook her head and gave a small smile, "Nothing’s up. Just tired I guess."
I snorted, "Jeez B. It was me who was putting in all the fuckin’ effort, all you did was lie there and squeal."
She smiled wider and walked down the alley a bit further, "Hey, I was squealing very loudly and that takes effort…" I nodded and followed a few steps behind, but she didn’t get very far before she stopped again and turned to me, "I don’t think there’s anything going on. Let’s check the cemetery’s, if there’s any vamps around I bet they’re there."
Unfort there weren’t vamps, but the Mayor and a summoning ceremony and he’d made clear that B wasn’t being invited. I put my hand out casually, on her chest stopping her from walking away, "Y’ know, girlfriend, my spidey sense is tingling’. Let’s carry on here a bit."
Blondie’s face twitched and I made a mental note not to call her ‘girlfriend’ again; it had been fine before I’d fucked her, but now she might think it meant were more than just fuck-buds. Then she shrugged, "Your choice Faith."
"If w don’t find any in five minutes we’ll head to the cemetery," I lied, setting off at a brisk walk towards where the Mayor had told me that Vampzilla and friends had holed up. For a second I thought B was going to stand looking all wistful in the moonlight, then she nodded and jogged to keep up with me.
It didn’t take me long to find the place, even if the boss hadn’t drawn me a map I could smell it; damp and mould and the smell of decay – the home of the type of vamp who think just cos you’re dead you shouldn’t shower. As I kicked open the door I reckoned the Mayor was better off without them; they only stink up the Ascension. A male vamp in a rotten undertaker’s suit was sitting on a wooden crate staring at me in surprise. His female companions, equally badly dressed in the clothes they were buried in, looked up from a half-sucked partygoer. I grinned as me and B crowded at the door, "This place is a mess, you need a good dusting."
I quickly realised that the Mayor was doubly-lucky he hadn’t recruited them. They stank and also fought as well as a Grandma drunk on gin. I ducked the wild swing of the last remaining vamp and kicked her backwards. B sliced upwards with her stake, catching the vamp from behind. For a second the undead bloodsucker allowed herself to look surprised and then she was speckles in the air. I flicked my hair back and looked over at B, "Y’know it wasn’t much of a work-out, but I’m still hot down below."
B shook her head, "I’m still tired. Last night was exhausting."
"You getting old B?" I grinned and moved forward. Fucking Twinkie here would keep her away from having bright ideas about looking for more vamps in the graveyard and staking them vamps and looking at her in her tight leather pants and with her sexy little pout, well it was makin’ me wet.
"I’m getting ancient; I’m feeling like I’m forty," she took a step back from me towards the door, "Y’know maybe like tomorrow."
"If you want Toots," I shrugged, "It’s casual."
"Yeah," she said, "See you tomorrow then for training."
"Bright eyed and bushy tailed," I replied. She waved and was out the door leaving me on my lonesome. I thought about heading over to Restfield and seeing the boss, perhaps trying to look doe-eyed enough that he’d give me a cookie, but I guessed that he be too occupied with his ceremony and all I’d be doing is hanging around while he chanted and sacrificed goats. I wondered about the Bronze, seein’ if I could pick someone up, but it was a Sunday night and the only action I would get would be from bored barman and he was as dumb as Xander on a good day. There was nothing to it, but to head back to my place and have an early night – at least I had a PlayStation.
*
"Evening Clarence," I said to the big ex-Marine.
He touched his hat and I could see a wooden stake up his sleeve; no vamps got into this apartment – well not unless the boss wanted them in. "You’ve got a visitor Miss Faith. Miss Morgan. I’ve sent her up to your room, I didn’t think you’d want her hanging around in the cold."
"Thanks," I said. Personally I couldn’t have given a fuck if Miss Stick-up-her-ass had been made to wait outside; she was so icy it would be the blood in her veins which made her cold, not the night air. Still, I reminded myself, she was the boss’s lawyer and he’d told me to play nice.
The Ice Queen was sitting on my couch as I entered; despite the hour she was still in her stylish suit and reading some closely typed papers. She gathered them up, "You’re early."
"B was tired. Wanted an early night; zeds not urrhh, uurrhh," I said. "I rang you earlier, left a message – you had any luck tracking down vamp blondie?"
"Ex-vampire," said Lilah pedantically, "No, but she can’t hide for long. I have some of the best in the business tracking her – literally in the case of a couple of werewolves."
"So the boss was right I guess. She’s making a run for the border… now she can do daylight time. You find her I’ll kill her," I shrugged, "So if you haven’t found her why are y’here? The pleasure of my company?"
"Wolfram and Hart have just invested in a new company," Lilah said, "You won’t have heard of them they’re a medical research company called Rossum Corporation."
"Let me guess, they’re seeking the cure for Malaria for those poor skinny kids in Africa," I said sarcastically.
"No," Lilah paused, "They make what we call ‘dolls’."
"For kids to play with? Sounds a weird type of medical research," I said.
Lilah smiled and leant back against my sofa. I smiled outwardly and scowled inwardly as she made herself comfortable before continuing, "These are dolls for adults." She paused, obviously waiting for me to ask, but I wasn’t going to give Miss Hoity Toity the pleasure. We stayed in silence for a few moments before she gave in and said, "Rossum wipes their minds and imprints a new personality in it. You want a super-efficient secretary – we’ve got one, an expert in fine wines, we can provide that too. Anything anyone wants we can provide for a fee."
"A slayer?" I asked.
"Almost anything," Lilah frowned in irritation, "We can implant the personality, we can’t implant your strength or stamina."
"Looks like I still got a use," I grinned, "So why you telling me?"
"Mayor Wilkins is a special client of ours, a very important client, whom Wolfram and Hart would like to help fulfil all his desires… all of them," Lilah placed an emphasis on ‘all’. "However, as I’m sure you are aware he’s a man of conservative tastes and the two dolls we sent over were not of interest to him. He thought they might be of interest to you and as pleasing you would also please the Mayor it would also please my managers."
"So what kind of dolls are they?" I raised and eyebrow.
"The attractive kind who like to get naked," said Lilah.
"Sign me up."
"You’re already signed," said Lilah, "Forgive me if I say you don’t seem the type to refuse pussy on a platter." She stood up and straightened her skirt, "They’ll be here shortly; I’ll leave you to it."
"Good night Miss Morgan," I held open the door, waiting as she gathered her papers and slid them into a black leather briefcase.
"Good night Faith," said Lilah. She gave me a curt nod as she left the apartment. I watched her head down the corridor to the lift, she had a cute ass beneath her grey skirt and I was guessing once the fires were stoked she’d go like a rocket, though I also guessed that it took a lot to get them stoked.
I closed the door and slumped down on my couch, wondering if I should get out some beer and put on some music or whether the dolls wouldn’t want to bother with foreplay. The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I got up and walked over to the door, running a hand through my hair to ruffle it into a sexy style. I swung open the door.
"I’m Sierra," purred a tall golden skinned beauty, with high angular cheekbones that went up to her slanted brown eyes. She stepped into my apartment and gestured at her friend, smaller and slightly chubby, but with a lovely pair of bosoms that were almost popping out of her dress, "This is my friend - November."
November followed her friend in, "Hello," she said in a sexy voice, taking my hand and running her fingers over the back of it as she shook it, "You must be Faith."
"Or Mistress Faith if you prefer," said Sierra sultrily as she moved round behind me like a cat, a finger trailing round my waist as she moved.
"Faith is fine; no need to be formal," I grinned and shut the door. The two dolls were around me in seconds, like a couple of vipers wrapping round their prey – except their smiles were more toothy and their tongues thicker as they touched and kissed at my neck.
"That’s a sexy name," said Sierra, as she slid a hand up under my T-shirt and ran her fingers round my waist, "I like it."
"It’s kinda grown on me," I admitted, "So what’s your real names?"
The two vixens managed to look confused and voluptuous at the same time. It was Sierra who spoke first, "I’m Sierra."
Her friend nodded and laid her head on my shoulder, rubbing her chin into my neck and brushing her cheek against my ear, "And I’m November."
As long as they could scream, ‘Fuck me harder’ I didn’t need them to have the sparkling wit and clever lines of comedy central. Still it would’ve been nice if the Dollhouse would think of givin’ out fake names, to add to the illusion, rather than making them sound like rejects from an GI Joe cartoon. November’s hand slid round my front and she took hold off my titties, giggling as she squeezed them through the material. I mentally shrugged – intelligent conversation is overrated.
"Do you want us to help get this off?" Sierra purred in my ear as she lifted the T-shirt so I knew what she meant.
"Yeah. Why not?" I asked. You’d have thought that with three of us trying to remove the T-shirt it would have been off in no time, but it took longer than when I did on my own. Sierra and November tugged and giggled and slid against me, their hands switching between my top, my bra and the flesh underneath it. Eventually we managed to get my hands up and the shirt off, my black bra following it without permission. Before I could complain Sierra had moved her mouth round to my front and was suckling and kissing my teats, her sexy, lithe tongue licking at the nipple. November giggled and pressed herself against me, her head on my kissing and nibbling at my earlobe and arms round my stomach, her fingers massaging at my toned tum.
"Sierra is good with titties, isn’t she?" giggled November. I gave a moan as answer as Sierra’s mouth sucked in my teat and I could feel the pressure of her slurp making the nipple hard and stiff. Her teeth touched down and her tongue pressed between them further teasing me. November gave another titter, her own large bosoms moving against my back, "She can do other things with her tongue as well. We both can."
"I bet you can," I murmured and let them guide me to the couch. I dropped down and watched with excitement as November and Sierra co-operated in undoing my boots and then my jeans, sliding the denims down my legs. My thong was stuck to my pussy, already starting to get wet. It was November who pulled it down, allowing her friend to remove my socks.
"Get undressed as well," I ordered. The two of them nodded and shimmied out of their dresses. It was no surprise that the only thing either of them were wearing beneath them were suspender belts without panties. I licked my lips in anticipation as I looked at their lovely sexy shaved slits, and decide that if Lilah was going to continue giving me presents like this she was going to become my fave legal eagle in no-time. The two of them posed as I looked them over, November giggling and simpering, Sierra still and smiling. I spread my legs open and leant back against the cushion, "I think you know what I want."
November came in and dropped to her knees in front of me, her head moving down and her tongue coming out. I gasped in pleasure as she began to slurp at me greedily. For a few seconds Sierra stood watching her friend, her hands sliding up and down her own waist, massaging herself. Then she stepped forward and onto me, straddling my stomach and coming down, rubbing her pussy over my midriff. Her hands went to my titties and as she rocked she began to play with them. I moved my hands to her waist, grabbing her and controlling her sways as she slid up and down me. Down below November licked harder, as if, now I could no longer see her, she could really let rip. I groaned in pleasure as the busty brunette’s tongue whacked my hole, rolling my stomach to assist Sierra’s grind; the sexy Asian slut riding me until she was soaked. Then she straightened up and shook her head, so that her hair, which had fallen over her firm titties, flicked away and left the round, sexy nipples uncovered. I groaned again as November’s tongue flicked at me. Sierra giggled and said, "Let me try another position."
"Whatever Goldie," I groaned. She giggled again and climbed over me so that her thighs were on my shoulders, her pussy just below my mouth and as she hung down my front her own lithe tongue was competing with November’s to moisten my slit. There was no complaining from Faith the Slayer as the two sluts treated my twat to a tonguing it would remember when I’m old and grey. I squeaked in pleasure and pushed my fists down on the couch, feeling orgasmic waves reverberating through my body like I was the conductor of an electric current. The two Dolls had quickly got into a pattern slamming their tongues, one after the other, like they were sharing a tasty fruit platter and they needed to finish it quick.
"Fuck, eat me you sluts, that’s good, lick my cunt out, clean it my pussy juice out," I moaned, "Lap it up you dirty whores."
The two of them slurped harder and faster, thrusting their tongues deep into my hole, flooding me in ecstasy. I put two of my fingers together and pushed them into Sierra’s shaven slit, bobbing enticingly in front of my face. She lifted her head briefly, gave a quick giggle of, "Faith," and then dropped down again to slurp my sopping cunt. I pushed and prodded, slamming my digits hard down her wet tunnel and ramming the tips at the hard flesh of her clit. She had been wet before, but my fingering made her even wetter, spraying cum out of her hole in spurts as I rammed down. Her thanks was in her tongue, hard and fast laps at my cunt, combining with her partner to give me the orgasm of the week.
I threw my head back and shrieked again, "Fuuucckk! Fuuucckkk!" and bukkaked my girl juice over the two cunny bunnies. Sierra disentangled herself from me and dropped to her knees next to her dollmate, the two of them looking at me like two cum drenched poodles, hair awry and begging to be complimented. I gave a whistle, "Shit, you two go like rockets."
The two of them smiled gaily, my few words seeming to make them happier than the either the squirting I had given them both or Sierra’s multiple orgasms; I guessed that whoever had been fucking about with their brain had wired them so that pleasing others was pleasing to them. I grinned, thinking that by the time they finished making me happy me they’d be so joyful they could enter for Little Miss Sunshine competitions. November looked up at me, "Do you want us to carry on?"
I stood up and reached down to help them up, "Let’s go to my bedroom. I fancy something different." Taking their hands I led them to plush bed, all satin sheets and dark luxurious covers. I gestured at it and the two dolls took the hint and clambered on it, snuggling close to each other. I leant forward and stroked their chins, "So who’s up for a spanking?"
"I am," giggled both the slutty dolls together.
"Good," I purred, "And then I’m going to fuck you. Both. Hard."
They giggled some more and then went wide eye and silent as I pulled out my fave strap-on, a twelve inch black monster with a bulbous head, ribbed and grooved for extra pleasure and with a little back clip which rubbed against my special spot as I fucked. I laid it out on the bed, allowing them to feast their eyes on it as I went back to the wardrobe and this time came back with a thin leather crop. I swished it through the air, enjoying the look on the Doll’s faces, a mixture of anticipation and fear. I sat on the stool opposite the bed and flexed the cane, "Now who’s first?"
The two Dolls looked at each other and then November stood up, "I’ll go first, Faith."
"Okay April, over my knee," I said.
"I’m November," said the Doll, but did as she was told. I massaged her rump with my spare hand, squeezing the ample cheeks so tight that I left little indentations in her buttocks. She gave a little moan, excitement merged with nervousness, as she waited for what was to come.
"How many strokes do you think?" I asked teasingly.
"However many you think." she said, eager to please.
I paused for a second. I had been thinkin’ six, but I swiftly thought it should be doubled, "A nice round dozen, busty. And these aren’t going to be gentle caresses, but full on strikes of that nice round rear of yours."
"Yes," said November meekly.
"Count them out," I said, "You too Sierra."
I raised the crop and brought it down with a whooshing crack. November’s body straightened and tensed across my knee and she gave a small whinny of pain, before quickly joining Sierra in saying, "One."
"Good," I purred, stroking the crop over her butt and across the weal. She winced a little at the touch, but didn’t complain. Instead she just waited, quivering slightly, as I raised the crop.
I swished it down, the leather whistling through "Two," the Dolls said in unison milliseconds before it crashed over November’s cheeks. They wobbled and bounced with the blow and I could feel her naked body reverberating over my thighs. It made with wet with excitement and I was licking my lips as I raised the crop for the third time. Down I brought it. "Three," squeaked November, her back arching as she bent under the blow. I put my hand on my back and pushed her back down. She moved under my command, her fingers reaching down to balance her so that they were hovering inches above the carpet. I waited for a second and then caned her again. Her back arched up automatically and if I hadn’t been holding her in place she’d have fallen off my knee. The sound of Sierra saying "Four" was drowned by November’s squeal.
I pressed my fingers onto her back, guiding her back down, "You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?"
"Yes. I’ve been very bad," sobbed November.
"And what happens to naughty girls?" I slid the crop over the raised weals, caressing my marks, as I waited for an answer.
"They get spanked," said November.
"Thrashed," I laughed and brought down the cane again. November screamed in pain, quickly adding "Five" and then screaming out "Six."
"Half-way Toots," I said and looked down at her rump. Six red lines showed where the first half-dozen of my strokes had landed, symbols of my power over her and her friend. I smiled, Fuck B, I thought to myself, this is where its at, this is where the fun is; having the power and using it, not being a pussy at the beck of call of the la-di-dah cunts from England. I didn’t say any of that just raised my cane and said, "And now this is where it gets painful."
"Seven," she screamed as I brought down the cane on the exact same spot as the one before, the leather lashing at the already tender skin. I was already bringing the crop down again, my Slayer skills allowing me to bring the crop down with pinpoint accuracy on another one of the marks. "Eight!"
"Nine," there was a tremor in Sierra’s voice as she counted out the next strap on her friend’s ass. I looked at her, the naked slut, was sitting on the bed, leaning forward her chin in her hands so that her breasts were hidden behind her arms. She was quivering as she watched me dole at the punishment on November, knowing that she was next. I smiled at her and flexed the crop, before bringing it down, "Ten."
November squealed again as I planted the crop on her. "Eleven," she cried through her tears. I paused for a second, enjoying the feel of her squirming and waiting for the next blow to fall. Again I looked at Sierra, pale beneath her golden skin, a nervous smile on her face and one leg jiggling uncontrollably. "Twelve," I said and slammed down the crop so hard I could feel the blow vibrating through November and onto my knees.
"Up you get," I pulled the sniffling November to her feet and looked at Sierra, "Over you come."
She didn’t look enthusiastic, but the Doll came over, gingerly lying herself over my knee. I asked her the same question as November, "How many strokes?"
She paused and then said, "As many as you think I need." I had to admit I liked the way the Doll’s programmers worked and wondered if there a job opening in their testing department. I could myself turning up to work each day and sexually dominating a different beauty. I’d have to have a word with the Boss after the Ascension and see if he could wangle me a secondment with Wolfie and Hart. In the meantime I had a more immediate decision to make, "Twelve sounds right doesn’t it? I don’t want to play favourites."
"Twelve is right," agreed Sierra, "Shall we count them?"
"Of course, we wouldn’t want to lose track," I said and brought down the crop in a crashing wallop on Sierra’s slender buttocks. "That’s one," I said as she bounced on my laps squealing with her legs and arms flaying. With barely a pause I slapped down the crop again, "Two," I said, November and Sierra repeating my words, "Three." I wasted no time, coming down speedily and with force on her cheeks, leaving wide red marks across the golden, flawless, skin. Unlike her friend there was not fat to cushion the blow and the crop bit deep into the butt muscle. I could feel her struggling beneath me, "Four," I laughed.
The crop struck down, the sound of it loud and echoing round the room, merging with Sierra’s cries and November’s call of five and quickly six as I spanked down hard again. Sierra wiggled more as I held her down and brought down the crop twice more in quick succession. Before I had spanked November with precision, now I was spanking Sierra with speed. Both were enjoyable, making me feel on top of the world; ‘specially as Sierra’s twists and turns as she tried to escape the full force of the blow were hard against my thighs and making my pussy itch with desire.
"Nine," shrieked Sierra loudly as the crop smacked on her butt, "Ten!"
"Eleven," said November. She stood a few feet away, her ass still too sore to sit down, the look on her face fascination and repulsion, excitement and horror. The light side of her nature was being ravished by the dark as she watched her friend’s golden brown skin turn a more brutal shade of yellowy, brownie, blue as it bruised. I raised the crop one last time, then brought it down in hard, violent stroke. Sierra screamed and November shouted "Twelve."
"That’s worked up a appetite," I said as Sierra gingerly stood again. I smiled at the two dolls, standing there, with butts so battered that they could barely move – which would be no fun for the next stage of the night’s fun. I gestured to my dressing table, "To show you I’m not a monster, you see that cream there, rub it on your butts and it’ll heal you in minutes."
The two Dolls gratefully scooped out chunks of the Slayer healing cream and began to apply it liberally to their asses. I stared wistfully for a moment, that cream was shit-hot and once the Boss had gone all fiery on Sunnydale and Mr G, well that’d be the end of my supply. I shrugged, sacrifices had to be made and if I was giving up some magic gel, well it wasn’t as big a sacrifice as B and the others would be making. I lit a cigarette and slipped on the strap-on. November looked at me, a worried smile crossing her face as she looked at the lit Marlboro and wondered what I was going to do with it. She didn’t need to worry, sometimes a girl just needs a nicotine fix to bring her energy levels up to peak. I blew out and said, "You too finished? Asses as cute as before?"
"Yes," they chorused.
"Let me look," I said and indicated they should turn round. They were lying, I could still see traces of bruises and red marks where I’d cropped them hard, but they were close enough that I decided not to worry ‘bout it. "Okay, get on the bed and between each other’s legs, I want to see you sixty-nine as I finish my cig." I blew a smoke ring and watched as the two Dolls jumped on the bed, November underneath and Sierra on top. They didn’t waste any time on conversation, just sticking their faces between each other’s thighs and starting to munch the muffin.
I took another drag, watching as the two of them did their work, licking and sucking and lapping the pussy in front of them. I could feel my own pussy wet with excitement, the little nub of the strap-on just touching my clit and acting as a promise of ecstasy to come. I could hear the sound of slurping and murmurs of joy, the sound of tongues flicking at wet, soft, velvety cunt walls, and the squeak of the bed as the two wanton Dolls vibrated in excitement. I took one last puff of my Marlboro and stubbed it out. "It’s fucking time," I said and joined them on the bed.
I moved so that I was behind Sierra’s ass with November’s mouth below me. "Suck on this busty," I said to the brunette, whilst I gripped her friend’s butt cheeks between my hands. November did as she was told, transferring her mouth from her cute lanky friend’s pussy to my large fake cock. She struggled to get it in and I had to push, making her eyes widen as much as her mouth, as the rubber phallus filled her mouth and bulged her cheeks. I gently rocked back and forth, fucking her mouth and letting her lubricate the toy, but my main focus was on Sierra’s firm butt. I grabbed the cheeks, kneading them with my fingers and digging in my nails so she gasped, pulling them apart and exposing her tight, puckered, hole – pink and just waiting to be penetrated. I teased it with a finger, rubbing at it lightly and just easing the tip in. "I’m going to enjoy butt-fucking this tiny hole with this massive dong," I said, "I’m going to open you like I’m a hot knife and you’re the butter."
"Ohhhh, Faith, do… do fuck me," groaned Sierra, temporarily lifting her head from November’s soaking slit.
"Stay down there," I reached forward and pushed her head back into place, so she could resume her licking. I gripped her ass again and pulled at the cheeks harder, spreading them so wide the cute little hole opened slightly. It was ready and so was I. November gasped and sucked in air as I pulled the saliva soaked strap-on from her mouth. I quickly adjusted my position and began to push it in Sierra’s back fuck-hole. The young Asian’s head lifted again and she gave a moan of pleasure; "Ooooohhh,". This time I didn’t push her back down, letting her carry on give little groans as the huge prick stretched her out. "Ooooohhh, oooohhh… it’s so big," she gasped out, "It’s such a tight fit."
I’m not sure whether she was complainin’ or observing, but she was right – if the cock hadn’t been coated with November’s spit it wouldn’t have gone in; at least without me using my full Slayer strength and splitting Sierra like a rag doll. And even oiled I was having to work it in and out a half-inch at a time, slowly stretching and expanding ass like I was mining a tunnel. I grabbed Sierra’s waist for traction and hammered back and forth, slowly working the hole open and the toy slowly disappearing into her sexy cavern. Harder and harder I pounded, deeper and further, until I could feel the cock pushing against her cervix and stimulating her clit from the other side. Sierra gasped in pleasure, "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh! Fuck me with your huge dick Faith, fuck my little asshole open; wreck and ruin my tight butt."
I moved harder and faster pounding her ass. Below November’s tongue was concentrating on her friend’s wet pussy, fighting the never-ending battle to keep it clean of the succulent juices. The cum dripped down over her lips and chin, sliding down her tongue as she pushed and prodded into the pink, fleshy hole. I decided she needed something to go with the sweet flavour of pussy juice. I pulled the dildo out of Sierra’s ass and shoved it towards November, "Suck on this, baby."
"Sure thing, Faith," said the Dolly-Slut and began to gobbling the dildo.
Whilst thrusting down at November’s mouth I grabbed Sierra’s cheeks, gripping and keeping them open so I didn’t have to go through the trouble of gaping her again. She groaned and writhed as I slid my thumbs into the hole and stretched it. I grinned and slammed down at November, face-fucking her so hard that her wide eyes watered and wide spit dribbled through the sides of her lips as the large dildo, stained with Sierra, went deep down to her gullet.
"Get your head down again Goldie and start licking Boobsie’s clit," I ordered Sierra. The sexy Asian did as commanded, thrusting her elegant sexy face into the wet dampness of November. I pulled her ass a little harder, opening the hole further, so that I could see within, bruised and scraped flesh from her pounding, half-hidden in dark shadows. "Fuck you sluts, you are so whoreish."
Neither doll answered, as they were choking down plastic prick and yummy cunt cum. I moved harder, thrusting the cock at November’s tonsils and into her throat. I ignored her gag reflex and the way she shuddered and tried to push the toy out and carried on hammering her, face-fucking her until she was on the edge of suffocation. "You’re asses turn again, S," I said, dragging the cock out of November’s throat. She gasped for air, dragging it down in long hard bursts, but she was such a well trained doll that by the time I was on my fourth thrust into Sierra’s ass she was up and licking at the cunt. I grinned, "You go girl, eat that twat."
She slurped hard and I banged down harder, between us giving both Sierra’s holes a treat. The sexy golden-skinned doll was squealing in pleasure, "Uuuurrrgghh, aaaaargggghhh…. Fuck me Faith, fuck my ass." I rammed down, slamming the full-length of ribbed rubber down her anal chute. She screamed louder, lifting her head and howling like a wolf at the moon, "Aaaaarrrrghhh, fuuuuckkkk, aaaaarggghhh."
I knew how she felt. My own pussy was ablaze, the strap-on’s attachment doing its work and hitting my clit like it was a boxer. And the harder I went down the more it pressured my spot and sent waves of sexy bliss rushing through my body. I came, gasping with excitement, as the orgasm hit me. "Fuck, fuck, take it you sluts, fuck, fuck." Harder and harder I pounded, slamming the dildo deep into Sierra’s hole, slapping my thighs against her cheeks and gripping her so tight that her skin went white under the pressure. Sweat was covering us all, a slick sheen of perspiration, making us a slippery as the stars in an mud wrestling movie. I paused and wiped away a dribble of it as it slid down my forehead. I looked at November again and smiled, "Open wide."
She quickly nodded to show she had heard and pushed her head back away from her fellow Doll’s cunt. I slid it and she began to suck the dong clean again. I pulled my hands from Sierra’s ass, this time letting the hole close – if not to its normal size, at least to less cavernous proportions. The taller Doll dropped down and began to relick November’s soaked cunt. I moved gently, letting the brunette clean my cock and regaining my equilibrium. I looked down at her, "Once you’ve cleaned it, October, you can swap places with S and I’m gonna fuck your ass open like your friend’s."
She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened in delight.
Or perhaps it was cos I pushed my dildo further into her throat.
*
The phone rang.
For a moment I didn’t know what it was. It just sounded like a shrill siren exploding in my head. Beside me November and Sierra stirred uncomfortably, obliviously as unhappy with the interruption to our post-fucking sleepy time as I was. It rang again, in my imagination even louder and with a groan I leant over Sierra and picked up the phone.
"Faith," I managed to murmur.
"Morning sleepyhead," it was the cheerful tone of the Mayor, "I didn’t wake you did I? It’s mid-morning so I thought you’d be awake."
I looked at the clock beside my bed. He had a different definition of mid than me. I wiped some sleep from my eye, "Had a late night."
"Ah, enjoying Miss Morgan’s presents. Not to my taste, but I thought you might find them fun," he said.
I looked at the two sleeping sexpots beside me, "Yeah, much appreciated boss. Say thanks to Lilah."
"You can thank her yourself when you get to my office," he said.
"You want me there? Now?" I asked, still sleepy, "What’s the emerge?"
"I got Buffy’s little friend Miss Rosenberg tied to a chair in my office and I’m hungry."
"I’ll pick up some breakfast muffins on the way," I said.
"That would be much appreciated," he replied jovially.
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