Fixing Millie's "Dyer" Situation

Skillfully, Natalia's little free hand was always in motion. If it wasn't groping Millie's ass or her fingers weren't running along her folds, then it was softly caressing the young superstar's face, attempting to calm her mere seconds before this big, life-changing moment. Millie was about to put her round, juicy ass to use for the very first time; now, Natalia just needed confirmation that she was ready.

"I'm gonna plug your little butthole now, okay, Mills? That way, I can punish you. Sound like a plan?"

"I-I guess," Millie agreed unconfidently. Though her words sounded weak, her body's reaction, as well as her willingness to submit told the true story.

The two were like a mirror, Millie's trepidations a stark contrast to Natalia's unbridled conviction. She didn't smile, or even grin, but the look on Miss Dyer's pretty face as she retook hold of the butt plug was proof of her sheer confidence. With a fire in her eyes, she pressed it against Millie's backdoor and pushed forward.

Millie whined as her asshole was invaded for the first time in her young life. Inexperienced for sure, and at nineteen, anal experience wasn't expected anyway. Though, even through invasion, the precautions proved majorly effective, limiting the anal virgin's experienced pain to a minimum. The plug was only a few inches long and roughly two inches thick; a little thing, for beginners, just as advertised. With all that lube, Millie was able to easily swallow it up.

She groaned and whimpered but ultimately managed. With her butt properly plugged, Natalia finally explained the details of Millie's punishment.

"You okay, Mills?" Natalia asked first, running her fingers through Millie's soft, blonde hair. Millie nodded with a slight wince. "Okay, good. So, about that punishment: spanking. That's the name of this game."

"S-Sp-Spanking?" Millie grunted.

"Yeah, spanking. When good girls act like bad girls, they get punished, and spanking is one of the best ways to put a bad girl in her place."

"I...I don't kn-know about this," Millie cautiously questioned, appearing quite delusional since she'd already been in prime spanking position for several moments.

"Oh, Millie, like I said: you have nothing to worry about. I'm not gonna spend hours slapping this fat ass of yours. You didn't know, and therefore, ten smacks will do. A small taste of what a punishment can feel like, you know?"

She did know, and she did understand. But more pertinently, Millie's focus was centered on the way Natalia had described her ass, than anything. "Y-You think my ass is fat?" That response earned her the first of many smacks to that delicious rump, Millie howling in pain at the unexpected attack. Yet, she didn't dare leave Natalia's lap; it was as if some unexplainable force was keeping her there.

After her hand ricocheted off of Millie's thick, jiggly meat, Natalia quickly jumped to massage away the pain as she assured, "Mills, don't take it the wrong way. Your ass is fat in the absolutely, positively, best way possible. It's gorgeous, just like the rest of you. And now, you say?"

Millie thought for a second, and replied, "Thanks...I guess."

Natalia giggled and shook her head. "You're welcome, babe, but that's not what I was talking about. When I spank you, Millie, you then count them back to me. So, we're on number...."

"One," Millie softly squeaked and, as a result, was spanked again.

Grinning, Nat asked, "And that makes?"

"T-Two," Millie replied through gritted teeth, this time bracing for the eventual third impact that only came after several seconds of ferocious groping.

THWAP!

"And if that was two, then that last one must be?"

"T-Three."

"Good girl," Natalia beamed. "You're as bright as you are pretty, Mills."

"T-Thanks, N-Natalia," Millie expressed, but Nat brought a finger down and pressed it against MBB's lips, a way to silence her from speaking any further.

"No, no. Tonight, I'm not Natalia. You call me Mistress, okay?"

Millie nodded, a response that quickly added the fourth entry into her 10-part mini-spanking series.

"I said, is that okay?" Nat snapped, showing a sharper edge than she had before. "Use your words when I speak to you."

Millie quickly scrambled to answer, "Yes....Mistress."

"Good girl, you catch on fast. But uh..."

THWAP! Millie forgot to call out the number, which earned her another smack, this one harder than those before it. She hollered, while Natalia quipped, "You forgot something. Where are we on the count?"

"F-Four...F...Five," Millie weakly answered; she wasn't used to the punishment, but even still, she was holding in like a good little trooper. Just like Natalia wanted.

"Good, good. Right on track. We're halfway there, Mills. Can you handle the rest?"

Millie was in pain, that much was for sure. Natalia's hands may have been small, but they sure packed a wallop, the kind that left a visible, throbbing mark on her thick, tan backside. Nevertheless, Millie weakly nodded, leading Nat to deliver the sixth.

That plump ass cheek jiggled as Millie, through gritted teeth, groaned out, "S-Six." As per usual, Natalia was quick to grope the butt she'd just abused, rubbing and caressing to carefully quell the pain as much as she could.

"Care to offer a tip?" Natalia asked, obviously looking for a sign of gratitude.

Millie promptly responded, "Thank you, Mistress," though she hardly meant it. Honestly, she was really just holding out until after the punishment finished, so they could finish what they'd started back in her trailer.

"You're welcome, Mills. Now, why don't you tell me what this makes?"

THWAP!

"S-Seven."

"And this?"

THWAP!!!

"E-Eight."

Natalia smiled, delighted by Millie's perseverance. "You're doing so well for your first time, Millie. And you're almost done, too. Just two more. Are you ready?"

As painful as the spanks were, Natalia's soft, sweet voice offering up encouragement definitely helped. It was that same voice that led Millie to kiss Natalia in the first place. The comforting tones, the sternness and confidence hanging off of every syllable; it was intoxicating, to the point that no matter how much it hurt, Millie couldn't respond any other way except, "Yes, Mistress."

THWAP!

"How many?" Natalia asked simply, and Millie responded in equal measures.

"N...Nine."

"Annnnnnd....." Nat dragged, softly groping that ass before pulling away, building anticipation for that special moment when her hand would come in contact with that bum for the final time. After several long, agonizing seconds, it finally happened. One more smack, more powerful than all of the others, and Millie had survived them all. But, not without a few after effects.

"TEN!" She screamed, marking the end of her brief punishment. A punishment that Millie could've and should've argued that she didn't deserve. Whatever the case though, now it was over, leaving Millie plenty of time to caress her battered bum, at least until Natalia motioned for her to stand up. After a few seconds, Millie did as instructed, but a peculiar feeling forced her legs to wobble. It was the butt plug.

Strange, so very strange to be standing, but for her ass to feel so...full. It made her knees weak but, in any case, it didn't matter, since Natalia seized hold of Millie's torso once she arose, pulling the younger, thicker girl in tight and forcing their bodies together. Nat held Millie for a second before ultimately taking control of MBB's lips again; just like that, Millie was putty in Natalia's hands again.

She held the kiss for a good while, using one hand to keep their bodies pressed together while the other reached around and continued Natalia's fascination with Millie's round, plump rump. Though, this exploration didn't end so abruptly. Instead, Natalia dove and dug a little bit deeper, eventually finding and settling her fingers around the cause for Millie's weak knees.

Snaking her fingers around the butt plug's base, Natalia gripped and twisted that shiny metal beauty as they kissed, Millie softly and weakly whimpering into her co-star's mouth, a feeling of power and grace that Natalia wouldn't soon forget. She teased removing it, only to unsheath the most miniscule amount and then, quite cruelly, return it to its eternal resting place. A feeling that Millie couldn't help but be drawn to. It definitely helped that kissing Natalia was such a blast too, mostly because she was such a phenomenal kisser, using just the right amount of tongue to make it fun, without dipping too far into trashy territory.

Fun isn't meant to last forever though, and after a while, Natalia decided to move on with their training session, breaking their kiss to softly whisper, "I want you on your knees."

Millie slowly nodded, dropping down to a kneeling position, the tiny Natalia Dyer looking like a giantess from this compromised view. Not for long though, as Nat disappeared mere moments later, returning to her bag apparently filled with various sex toys and other goods. This time, she brought the whole bag with her.

Natalia returned to Millie, still kneeling and awaiting the next exciting task. Dropping the bag down to the floor, Nat explained, "Okay, Mills, I have a test for you. Would you like to know the details?"

Millie unsurely nodded, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good, okay, so here's the deal: You're going to eat my pussy, okay, Mills? Well...I guess I should ask if you've ever eaten another girl's pussy before. No, right?"

"Right, Mistress" Millie answered, finding the words much easier this time around.

"Alright, so, like I said, you're gonna eat me out, and in the process, you're gonna try and make me cum. Got it?" Natalia's words were emphatic, as usual, and naturally, they never failed to both send a chill up her spine and her heart aflutter.

"O-Okay," Mille awkwardly agreed as Natalia drew in closer. "So, j-just like- MMMPPPFFF"

Poor Millie didn't even get to finish her sentence before receiving a face-full of Natalia's neatly-trimmed muff. Hell, she hardly had time to adjust her position to something more comfortable, which she eventually found by kicking out her legs and sitting directly on her bum instead of kneeling, giving her a better angle to lick, munch, and make-out with that twat.

Given that it was her first time, Millie was slow to work at first, moving her mouth unsurely. But, Natalia was persistent, and held the younger girl's face into her crotch, helping her to learn on the fly. And learn she did, at her own pace of course, with every lick, flick, lap, and slurp. Millie wasn't sure exactly what to do, so, she simply imagined it was her own vagina, and thought about what might be pleasurable to her. An excellent approach..

Much of the reason why Natalia was bisexual came from the realization that, while she preferred relationships with men, sex was better with women. Millie was living, breathing, pussy-sucking proof of that theory. Once she got going, it was clear that young Millie had all of the makings of a rug-munching master, the pure skill and technique of a natural just begging to be shaped and molded into that of a good, subservient little bitch.

Obviously her performance lacked the subtlety that one would usually look for; kissing along the thighs, carefully playing with the folds in preparation for the coming, more "hands-on" acts to come. That being said though, those things weren't what Natalia was looking for. She shoved Millie's face into her crotch and held it there for a reason. They weren't making love, no, no, no! They were fucking, and it should very much resemble it.

Which was precisely why, as Millie grew more comfortable between Nat's legs, Dyer began to shuffle her hips, grinding her wet cunt deep into Millie's beautiful face. It was sloppy, it was dirty, but above all else, it felt absolutely incredible. Pure eroticism, exactly the kind of performance that Natalia could've hoped from a newbie like Mills. Both in technique, and in pleasure.

Millie worked her tongue like an absolute professional, so strange was this fact that it left Natalia questioning, "Oh-is this really- FUCK! Mmmmm-is this really y-you're first time?"

"Mmm-hmm," Millie hummed, a sly smile peeking up from underneath that soaking wet mouth, covering that pretty face in all of its filthy lust. Truly hard to believe, considering how well Millie used her tongue to please. Sure, her movements were erratic, lacking any real semblance of reason or justification other than following the order she'd been given. But it really didn't matter when every few seconds, she'd flick Natalia's bulbous, continuously-swelling clit, forcing the older but smaller girl's smooth, pale legs to nearly crumple under the intensity.

Throughout it all, Nat barely allowed Millie to breathe, practically suffocating the super-starlet with the sweet smell and taste of womanhood. Occasional breaks occurred rarely, under the guise of allowing Millie a momentary reprieve, but again, they were few and far between, and actually only served to stop Natalia from cumming far too soon. An action that could only be delayed, not canceled.

Try as she might, but Natalia could only block out the incredible pleasure for so long. Even with her little illusory interludes, Millie's tongue was too strong, top erratic. There was no passionate build-up or sweet, sensual foreplay. MBB had sucked, slurped, spat, and slipped her tongue across every single centimeter of that cunt and now, with nowhere else to go, Natalia gave in, and accepted defeat to the talented upstart.

Her slim, sexy upper body shook and shivered as she let go, her single grip on Millie's beautiful hair turning into a double-headed affair as her body nearly collapsed forward. Natalia held her ground like an absolute professional though, even as her juices leaked and eventually sprayed down onto Millie's face, ruining the poor girl's makeup, or at least whatever was left of it.

When the orgasmic assault had finally ceased, Natalia, completely breathless, struggled to pry Millie's face away from her cunt, proving that it was equally pleasurable for the both of them. Both girls, now back where they started, wore the battle scars, Millie's face covered in sweet, sticky girlcum, and Natalia's a salty, sweaty mess.

"Well...I think...you're...a dirty little liar," Natalia accused, still short on air.

"Nope, that was my first time," Millie assured, licking her lips and eventually pulling her tongue out further, stretching to reach the remnants of Nat's ecstasy off of the surrounding skin. "But I don't think it will be my last."

"Better not," Natalia asked with a grin. "You're...way too fucking good to stop so early...so good...that I think it's time for...another lesson."

"What do you have in mind?" Millie asked, piping in "Mistress" a few seconds after; all of this was still very new to her.

"Well," Nat began. "I'd like to know if you receive as well as you give, doll."

Millie's eyes flared up. "Y-Your're going to..."

"Yes, Mills. Now, I'm gonna lick your cunt. The objective is just as simple as last time, only now, the opposite. Don't cum. No matter how good it feels, or how much you want to, refuse it. Because why?" Natalia reached out a curled finger, and used it to caress Millie's chin. MBB was clueless to the correct answer, as expected. Luckily, Nat was willing to fill in the blank. "Because your orgasms belong to me."

"Umm...okay, Mistress," Millie softly and hesitantly agreed.

"Now, go sit that pretty little bum of yours on the couch, so I can see if you taste as good as you look," Natalia demanded, and again Millie submissively adhered, "Okay, Mistress."

Instinctively, she began to rise to her feet, but Natalia was quick to guide her back down. Not with too much force; just enough to make the thicker, curvier woman come crumbling down as she reminded, "No, Mills. You crawl."

"Yes...sorry, Mistress," Millie weakly apologized as she began her short journey, remembering to take her time and give her mistress the view of her gorgeous, plump behind swaying back and forth, those cheeks jiggling this way and that. The buttplug peeked out every so often, casually reminding Ms. Dyer that before long, it'd have no use...before long, it'd be replaced by something much bigger, connected to her thin, flawless waist.

Millie's trekk was brief, only lasting a few minutes, and even that was dragged out. Upon arrival, she climbed the cushions and turned around, awaiting further instruction, which came as Natalia made her way over. "Legs up, Mills," Nat quickly and bluntly ordered and Millie listened, spreading her legs and lifting them up, only for Natalia to forcefully shove them back as far as they would possibly go.

"Good girl," Natalia complimented before asking again, "Now, what aren't you going to do?"

"I'm...I'm not gonna cum," Millie assured, though her words sounded far less than confident.

"Right. Now...oh God, Mills, you're already so wet for me. FUCK!" Natalia, typically stern and composed, couldn't help but be taken aback by the river in front of her, wetness far succeeding average. Hell, Millie was practically leaking, moisture dripping from her cunt and running down the inside of her thighs.

"T-Thank you," Millie expressed bashfully.

"No, thank you," Dyer insisted, leaning in for a graciously long whiff of the smell emanating from Millie's sex. When she finally pulled her head away, she complimented, "You're so perfect, Mills. God, I'm so glad you kissed me like a weirdo. It finally gave me a reason to taste you."

"Thanks, I guess," Millie awkwardly agreed as Natalia stuck out her tongue and ran it down the inside of Millie's juicy right thigh, lapping up the juices that lead to the well of pleasure in the middle. She did the same to the other, before pulling her head away to deliver one last message.

"Now, it's time for my little slice of Heaven."

With that, she dove in, without a single intention of leaving until the time had come to refocus. Refocus on Millie's other hole.

The time for that would come, but for now, Natalia's only interest was squeezing every bit of enjoyment she could out of Millie's prim, perfect little pussy. So delectable, unspoiled by years and years of abuse. Millie was still young, well over age, but with that relative youth came the exciting fact that she hadn't been with too many guys. A few, sure; Millie was far from a virgin, just as the rumors would suggest. At least, with men, anyway.

In a way, as Natalia's tongue got to work, dancing along those precious pink folds, she was licking Millie's second virginity away. Her lesbian virginity, which may or may not be an actual thing, depending on who you ask, but was very real to Natalia Dyer, who'd tried and succeeded in taking several in her 28 years on this planet. And while those, as well as almost every other lesbian experience had been fun, and every pussy had been tasty, she could already tell that none would compare to Millie Bobby Brown, the star of the show.

That tasty core was not only fun to lick and slurp, but appetizing as well. Easily one of the best cunts that had ever blessed her taste buds, though Natalia wasn't above admitting that recency bias just may play a part in that conclusion. Nevertheless, it was quite clear: Natalia was loving every second her face spent between Millie's thighs, and, judging by her reaction, so too was Millie.

Her soft, almost whimper-like moans were amongst the sweetest sounds that Nat had ever heard. The way young Millie squirmed from the slightest touch; it was obvious she was quite sensitive down there, making it that much more enjoyable. And, of course, the cherry on top: the incredible, almost euphoric feeling of warmth that came once Natalia stuck her tongue inside, as deep as it could go, those folds graciously opening and accepting all of the pleasure that came with that generous gift.