The Family Pet Ch. 05

Taylor moved obediently and wrapped her lips around, ready to catch every drop. Amy released her golden stream directly into Taylor's mouth, who took it all unflinching, all the while making eye contact with Amy. It felt hot, warm and slutty down Taylor's throat and doing it miles up in the clouds only intensified that. Amy pushed her close into her cunt as she finished up. As she dried up, Taylor licked up every last drop... then suddenly those licks were turning into more than just cleaning.

'I want to be part of that club baby. I hear you get a badge. Turn around and bend over.'

Amy didn't see where she could bend over as her back was already pressed against the wall really, but she shimmied on the spot so her ass was in Taylor's eyeline and then leaned forward, pressing it further into her.

Amy's bald lips were presented to Taylor, all pink and glistening, and she placed a soft kiss on her sensitive flesh. When her wet lips met wet lips, Amy purred and a tongue ran all the way along her, flattened and stopping at her clit. She bucked forward when Taylor swept her tongue around her clit in a swirling motion, and there was a bang as she hit her head on the low ceiling. Taylor laughed and continued.

Eventually, she replaced her tongue with two fingers, which slid instantly into Amy and it wasn't long before her tongue instead filled her ass. Given the nature of their rendezvous, the girls knew this was going to be a quickie and foreplay was tossed out the plane window.

Taylor's fingers slammed and slapped out of her wet cunt at a lightning pace, brutally fucking her pet while her tongue teased her hole. It didn't take Amy long to cum and when Taylor twisted her fingers round to lightly brush her G-spot, Amy was forced to bite her lip then stuff her fist in her mouth and bite on that just to stop her from bellowing Taylor's name.

They decided to leave the bathroom one by one and find their seats. They thought they had got away with it until they were boarding from the plane at the Greek airport when a haughty American woman muttered something about slutty dykes under their breath. But they didn't care.

They had reached their honeymoon destination. Having left New York at 7pm, they arrived in Greece around noon. They managed to get some sleep on the plane and were feeling as refreshed as one can be after inter-continental travel. Getting boats and trains to Lesbos was another story. It took eleven hours altogether so by the time they got to their hotel it was nearly midnight.

The Greek woman at the reception was pleasant enough, spoke some English and wished them a warm welcome. When Taylor announced that they had the honeymoon suite booked, she raised one eyebrow but didn't question the matter. Amy's bump was also the source fir a few stares. Neither of the women cared particulary by this stage.

They just needed to get upstairs to the room. The booking hassle seemed to take hours but after what felt like an eternity, they were in the elevator about to ascend to the honeymoon suite on the top floor. As they rose, they stole a glance at each other. Butterflies whizzed around in Amy's stomach at the prospect of tonight, even though she'd been with her so many nights by now.

They finally reached the room at the end of the corridor on the top floor. Taylor set her suitcase down and fumbled for the key. Her hand was visibly shaking. It was like that first night they had met all those years ago back on campus, all over again. That's what Amy could do to her. The door slowly swung open and they both heaved their suitcases in behind them. The door swung shut... and finally they were alone.

It was over a day since they'd left New York and travelling had taken it out of them. They'd changed completely from their ceremony and were now just in jeans and old tees. Taylor explored the room while Amy sat on the bed, looking around. Five hours on a hot ferry here with a life inside her to haul around, the shirt was clinging to her back with sweat. Taylor flicked her light on in the bathroom. It was about as huge as the rest of the room. She offered out a hand to Amy.

'Wanna take a shower before...?'

It was unsaid but they both knew tonight was going to be a session of lovemaking on a level they hadn't reached before. She nodded and got to her feet, waddling over and taking her hand. Taylor ran the shower, which was housed in a beautiful marble bathroom with mirrors around all the wall, so you could see yourself at all times.

Taylor slowly disrobed, pulling her T-shirt over head, showing inches of flesh as she pulled it up over head. She discarded it on the ground, looking magnificent in her black bra and started to unbutton her jeans. Amy did the same and soon they were just left in their underwear.

Slow and seductively, Taylor moved round behind Amy. She felt a presence behind her, then hot breath on her neck. Hands began to massage her breast through the cups, and Taylor kissed and sucked on her neck. Amy moaned and her head rocked back, their temples connecting. Taylor's hands did their work and Amy realised she wasn't wearing a bra any longer, and now there were two bras on the floor.

The water from the shower continued to run steaming up the mirror. Eyes shut, wanting to boost all her other senses, Amy didn't notice Taylor drop to her knees and kiss her asscheeks in turn through the black satin of her knickers. Eventually teeth caught the fabric, and she was slowly stripped bare. When Taylor finally stepped back round, took her by the hand and pulled them under the jet of water.

The hot water cascaded over them as, for a time, they simply washed each other innocently. Their bodies were so well known to each other now that all they wanted to do was help each other get themselves perfect for tonight. The water refreshed them and perked them up after the long day travelling.

Taylor had a bar of the complimentary sweet smelling soap in one hand, and was on her knees crouching down, washing the back of Amy's thighs. Amy's hand were running gently through her blonde hair, applying shampoo and helping wash her hair. They had no need to touch there just yet... there was plenty of that to come.

After they both felt fresh and done, Amy leaned in and met Taylor's mouth in hers and they kissed for some time, bodies pressed together, Taylor's large breasts against Amy's swollen baby boobs, with their tongues swirling.

Amy felt pure and clean but wanted nothing more than drag her wife out on the bed and get filthy with her. Taylor sensed it too and flicked the nozzle off. They stepped out but ignored the heated towels waiting at the side, and moved back into the main room.

The honeymoon suite was a beautiful experience and worth the fortune they had shelled out to even stay here for a week. The suite was easily busier than their little apartment back in New York. The floor was some kind of stone slabs, but they were heated from below. There were elaborate chaise longues and recliners all around, all based around a huge white four posted bed in the middle. White curtains were billowing in the wind which rippled softly and through their blowing, rays of moonlight trickled in.

Beyond the curtains was a candlelit balcony that overlooked over a stunning coastal bay. The moonlight couldn't do full justice to the staggering blue beauty of the Aegean Sea, but the waves rocking back and forth created a comforting lulling sound below. The two women didn't care for their nudity, they were completely alone up here as if this bay was their own personal garden for the weekend.

They stepped out onto it, letting the warm air heat their naked bodies. They were still a little chilly though as it had gone midnight, but Taylor solved that by coming up behind her, and wrapping her arms around her belly in a tight, loving embrace. Her face found its natural place nuzzled into Amy's neck, who in turn leaned back on her love. They both stood propped up like that looking at the stars for some time. The only thing that distracted Taylor was feeling a little drop of her juices running down her thigh and it struck how incredibly turned on she was in this perfect moment.

Her fingers, which had been laced with Amy, came apart and she traced them up Amy's belly, stopping at her exposed nipples. Like Taylor, she must have been heavily aroused, so hard were her nipples. Her fingers came up to tweak them, which elicited a purr from Amy. She rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then pinched ever so slightly. Amy gave a fake little yelp but Taylor knew she loved the sensation. Amy loved to be hurt. Still pinching them, she cradled in and whispered in her ear.

'I love you... tonight, I'm going to show you how much in any physical way I can.'

Her fingers pinched down hard on one nipple, then Taylor started to walk back from the balcony towards the bed, but still clamping down hard. Amy yelped but was forced to drag along behind by her swollen, engorged nip. Taylor yanked on it harder and Amy jumped forward to reduce the distance. This continued till they both reached the bed's clean white sheets. One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to stay clean for long.

Taylor relinquished the nipple which looked sore and swollen by now. The rush Amy got whenever her mistress inflicted pain on her was coming back to her now. It was a long time since Taylor had hurt her... and the pregnancy seemed to be doubling her pleasure. Taylor was taking her by force now, gripping her in her arms, then spinning her on the spot and throwing her back on the bed.

Amy exclaimed in surprise and giggled, falling back her legs flailing in the air. As she laughed and fell back, Taylor snatched out a hand like a dart and grabbed one of Amy's ankles firmly. That soon made her stop flailing and she stopped completely still. Taylor still held it firm and crawled onto the bed, joining her love. She sat on her knees at the foot of the huge bed, Amy by the headboard, and cradled the foot in her hands.

She delicately lowered her mouth down and brought up Amy's big toe, sucking it softly into her mouth then releasing it with a little pop. The image of Taylor sucking on it gently was making Amy leak onto the bed, but still she pressed on, She held Amy's foot at the base and wrapped her lips around the toe again, pulling it in as she sucked then swirling her tongue out and licking it clean.

Amy's breathing was getting deeper and deeper as she tried to contain her arousal at the sight. Taylor rose up on her knees, maintaining eye contact with Amy, to bring her toe up between her own legs. Using Amy as her toy, she stroked against her own sopping lips, shutting her eyes and moaning.

Amy watched, transfixed and twitched her toe up, brushing Tay's clit. At that Taylor gripped harder and forced it down harder onto herself, onto her sweet little button. The pressure felt so good as her pregnant wife just stroked her toe back and forth, bringing out involuntary moans from her. Her toe engulfed it and Taylor was sad suddenly when it slipped away from her clit, but then it moved down, parting her labia and all of a sudden, it was teasing her hole.

Taylor had gone from seductress to suddenly whimpering at the whim of Amy stroking with her leg. Just as Amy was about to penetrate her, Taylor pushed her foot away hard, almost incensed by lack of control and Amy knew it was her turn to submit and keep quiet now. Taylor was looking fierce and dominant, right now all she wanted to do was have her way with her pet.

'I'm in control tonight pet, don't forget that... Or do I have to hurt you?'

Her voice was threatening but it was all a game, a charade of affection and love. It was what they needed. Taylor needed to lay down control, and Amy needed so badly relinquish it, to give it up to someone more worthy than her, in this case her sexy mistress... no, wife. Taylor pushed her back onto the bed and parted her legs.

'I will try and be a good girl Miss... but maybe I need to be... punished.'

Taylor hunched down onto her hands and knees, lying on her stomach and looked up at her evilly as Amy crooned that. Her face was inches away from her box. She licked her lip and flashed a white-toothed smile at Amy, then bared those teeth and moved in closer. Applying the tiniest pressure possible, she took Amy's clit in between them and bit down ever so gently. Amy looked down with wide eyes, feeling a stinging sensation that was amplified massively through the thousands of nerve endings in her clit.

It was Taylor's teeth who were digging into Amy's uber-sensitive clitoris, it was her who with one bite could send pain beyond belief racing through Amy but in fact it was Amy who was utterly in control. Taylor would stop as soon as she opened her mouth to say it was too much, instantly, Amy's safety was paramount to her. But Amy's lips remained firmly closed. She didn't move a muscle. She wanted this. She needed this.

Taylor's teeth dug in a little further. Then her lips flew open for a second. It hurt so bad she screamed a tiny scream and Taylor jumped back instantly but Amy fixed with a determined stare.

'Please keep going... that felt so good.'

Taylor nodded and sucked her clit into her mouth, soothing and sucking it then placed it between her incisors again and nibbled with faint pressure. She had never really been into pain play herself before Amy had come along and turned her world upside down.

As a strict domme, it was unthinkable to have it inflicted on her, but as a weapon in her dominatrix arsenal she never really favoured it. She was a loving domme and liked to treat her subs well. At first, Amy hadn't said anything. But in the first two months or so, as their relationship grew closer and they began to share their darker fantasies, Amy had confided in her. Though she was a virgin before she met, she had dreams where she was bitten hard all over, her tits, her neck, her clit.

She had dreams she was spanked, until she cried, on her ass, then her pussy lips until they were red raw. She dreamt someone bit her nipples so hard there were little drops of blood. She dreamt of someone ramming a strap on down her throat till it hurt and she nearly gagged and threw up. The thought of clamps on her nipples made them stiffen up unbelievably, and the two of them had experimented with clothes pegs since then.

She confided to her how she fantasised about Taylor chaining her to the bed, and fucking her ass with no lube, no matter how much it hurt. That sounded horrible and cruel to Taylor at first, but she had explained that the pain and degradation was like heroin to a true submissive slut like her.

And Taylor was slowly getting used to the idea, and had become a rougher and rougher domme with her, even though it was against her nature. She had even confessed to her about the time when she was first experimenting with pain and masturbation when she was younger and she had taken a blunt butter knife and ever so delicately slid it into her slit, and just held the cold metal there...

Taylor continued to nibble on her little pain slut's nub as Amy gripped the bedsheets hard, digging her nails into them. That gave Taylor an idea and she extended her right arm and reached up for a boob, squeezing it softly, then harder and crushing it, then pinching the nipple. She twisted it, let go and slapped it hard then dragged her nails hard, raking them down her chest. Her hand rose up Amy's baby belly and down again and stopped on her thigh.

Amy lay back on the pillow, holding her breath as her clit throbbed with gentle pain. She felt Taylor's hand on her thigh, moving it wider, spreading herself and gladly obeyed. Taylor's fingers stroking her flesh felt cool compared to the heat coming from her and the wetness within. One little trailing finger from her entrance up to her clit was all it took for Amy's back to involuntarily rise off the bed, pressing her crotch closer to Taylor. She had finished nibbling on her clit and was instead focusing on pressing a finger up against her hole.

Amy parted her legs as wide as was possible with her bump and her pussy lips, gleaming with her arousal in Greek moonlight, gaped back at her , open and desperate to be filled. Taylor was going to fill her alright. Slowly, she pushed her index finger into Amy, whose cunt walls greedily engulfed it, sucking it in like a little phallus.

That made Amy purr with her eye shut, but she didn't expect a thumb to also land on her clit, pressing down and rubbing soothingly. Every time, Taylor rubbed there, the finger in her slipped in and out easier, as her body became more and more lubricated by her own arousal.

Then Taylor brought the final surprise, and in a three pronged attack, without warning she somehow managed to angle her middle finger so it thrust into Amy's unlubed ass, although her juices had dribbled down slightly to coat her beautiful rosebud. When Amy felt two fingers violate her cunt and ass, only a thin veil of tissue separating them, she began to swear under her breath.

Taylor's fingers showed no gentle easing in, she began to ram and work her straight away. It was lucky the honeymoon suite was the only room on this floor, as it had gone midnight, but Amy showed no signs of being able to control her screams...

Taylor's hand was almost glued to her cunt as it jammed in and out of her, filling each hole, while still gently rubbing her thumb over her clitoris. Amy found it hard to keep up with breathing, to even remember her own name as she was so swept up with the intensity until Taylor whispered it for her...

'Oh Amy, baby, you're such a fucking naughty pet.'

All Amy could do was nod and try and thank her, not that she could find any breath as she was panting so much. Though her fingers were in an awkward position, somehow Tay managed to twist her digit back round so now she could just rub the rough spot in Amy's most sensitivie erogenous zone.

She was working in and out fast and breathless, but for Taylor it was almost as if she was having an out of body experience, watching from the other side of the room. Amy was on her back writhing and pleasure and screaming. All she wanted to do to her was fill her and pleasure her in every single area of her body all at once at that moment. That gave her a sudden idea, and she apologised then slid her whole hand out from between her legs and danced over naked to the suitcases. Amy propped herself up, watching her ass disappear from sight.

'Oh fuck, baby where you going? I'm so close...'

Her tone of voice was desperate, much to Taylor's amusement. She rummaged through her luggage and pulled out a large, purple dildo with matching harness attached. She skipped on back over to her pet who was still lying back but sitting up, and pushed her firmly back by the bed, groping her tits first though.

As Amy lay back, she got back onto all fours above her and Amy spread her legs again. Her fingers slid right back to their original position, Amy was still gaping practically like the whore she was. One filled her ass, one filled her pussy and now Taylor brought the plastic cock up and shoved it hard down her throat. She gagged at first but soon got used to it and was deepthroating it in no time like an expert cocksucker.

'That's right, get it nice and wet baby. It's gonna need to be.'

The thought of Taylor entering her with it made her quiver and she just sucked it in more ferociously, wrapping her lips around it and taking it as deep as she could. Taylor loved to see how deep she could get it down her throat, and a good pet didn't like to disappoint. Her hand around the cock forcing it down was pushing it hard and further, but Amy didn't complain.

All three of her holes were being manipulated now and she was entering a state of bliss. That's when she felt Taylor's soft lips suck her nipple in and kiss it briefly, before moving onto the other boob. Taylor was everywhere. Amy's body was completely under her control, it was hers o do with as she pleased.