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The Center (Houdini and Nurse_K)

"Hmm, not bad," Carlos commented as the sight of her pinkened, bent-over ass, rubbing his palm over the red parts as Elsa spread herself for the entire party. The sight was actually quite nice, Carlos thought to himself. "Elena did a nice job of encouraging you, didn't she?" he stated as he took a long look at her spread pussy hanging between her thick legs. "What do you think we should do for her as a reward?" he asked, slapping her butt lightly to make sure Elsa knew the question was directed at her.
 
She felt her blood run cold when Carlos mentioned that Elena should get a reward for beating Elsa properly. She swallowed hard and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to think of an answer. But she could think of nothing, or nothing at least that would please Carlos. So she just sighed and shook her head, "I...I don't know," she murmured, wincing as he slapped her butt.
 
Carlos looked back as his friends and grinned, before sliding his hand to a halt on Elsa's bare butt. "Maybe you should give her the reward," he suggested deviously. "After all, you were the reason she needed to act," he reminded Elsa. "Have you ever licked a girl's pussy before?" he asked Elsa suggestively, before glancing back at Elena.
 
Elsa's heart dropped straight out of her chest at Carlos' question. Her face burned with fire and her ears rang. She shook her head and started to stand up, ready to bolt away as fast as she could. She would barricade herself in the bedroom if she had to. "No," she said angrily, "No, Carlos. No." Carlos didn't know about Elsa's extreme phobia of lesbian acts. This was one of the worst things he could force on her.
 
Carlos could tell immediately that Elsa was less excited about what he'd suggested than anything else so far. "What you mean, no?" he demanded. "Why you don't like pussy? You refusing? Hey! Bitch, lay on the ground," he called out to Elena, turning in her direction. Elena was also taken by surprise and didn't comply at first, but Carlos didn't notice. He was mainly focusing on Elsa as she stood up, keeping a hand fixed on her shoulder.
 
"No, Carlos, please," she begged him wildly, desperately, almost manically. She stood up and turned towards him, her eyes wide with horror. "You...you don't understand. The Center..." she babbled, her chest beginning to heave up and down as she remembered what Jamie had done to her and what Corinne, the warden, has forced her to do for her.
 
Carlos grabbed her wrist and furrowed his brow, a little confused. He knew what he'd done with her at the Center, but what she said didn't register beyond that. "What you talking 'bout the Center? Fuck that, get ready to eat some juicy Puerto Rican pussy," he growled. "That's the best kind. Unless you want me to fuck her here instead. She gettin' a reward. Your slut mouth, or my big cock," he taunted.
 
She whimpered and opened her mouth to protest further, but when he said he would fuck her if she didn't do what he wanted, she shut her mouth. She stared at him for a moment and then glanced down at Elena on the floor. She shuddered for a moment, her hands balling into fists. She couldn't believe she was doing this. But she would face this over having to watch Carlos screw her. That would tear her apart. "O...okay," she whispered defeatedly.
 
Carlos smiled ear to ear when Elsa agreed. This was something that he could send his guests home talking about. This would be his grand feat, directing his girlfriend in the pleasure of another girl. "You," he called out at Elena. "Take down them panties." As Elena complied, baring a dark pussy between her wide hips, with a thin trail of black hair leading down to her folds, Carlos looked back at Elsa, meeting her eyes with his own. "Ask her for permission," he ordered. "Ask for permission to eat out her pussy."
 
Elsa's ears were still ringing as Carlos ordered Elena to take her panties off. She wondered how the girl felt about being forced into this. On the one hand, she was the one receiving pleasure, so it shouldn't be nearly as bad for her as it was for Elsa. On the other, allowing a girl to touch you would be something Elsa would be infinite difficulty with. Elsa pleaded with Carlos with her eyes, but it seemed as if he was going to give her no mercy. "CanIplease....eatoutyourpussy?" Elsa mumbled.
 
Elena looked incredibly nervous, and mumbled something inaudible in reply. But Elsa's question didn't exactly satisfy Carlos. "Now how's that gonna make her feel?" he scolded Elsa. "First you said how much you didn't want to do it, and now you ask like that? Look at this delicious pussy," he sneered, leaning over and rubbing Elena's clit once or twice with a finger, knowing Elsa wouldn't like that, and eliciting a whimper from the waiting girl. "Tell her how much you want to eat out her nice, wet, Latina pussy," he ordered. "Beg her for permission," he growled, standing up again and rubbing his hand on Elsa's bare back, pushing her gently down toward Elena's spread legs.
 
"I don't want to do it!" Elsa growled at Carlos suddenly, "I'm only doing it for you!" she snapped, her cheeks a flaming red color that she could only achieve because of her pale skin. "I'm not going to beg for anything from her. I'll...I'll eat her out if that's what you want, but I'm not going to be her bitch." she was surprised even at herself as she ranted, but she had to put her foot down somewhere. She degraded herself for Carlos all the god damn time, she had to have some kind of say somewhere.
 
Carlos was incredibly taken aback by Elsa's rant. Not that she'd feel the way she so eloquently expressed, but that she'd lash out like that. He grabbed her by both shoulders and overdid it a little bit, pulling her completely upright by her hair, and ramming her up against the wall, breathing his steamy breath right in her face. "You my bitch, and if I say you gonna be her bitch, you gonna be her bitch," he seethed. "Or you want more humiliation? You ain't got enough? You want to get fucked by everyone here?" he threatened. "Or you need me to prove to them all how much pounding your asshole can take?"
 
Elsa received the opposite of what she'd hoped for. When Carlos slammed her against the wall she knew that he was angry. She turned her face as much away as she could manage and furrowed her brows. She winced with every harsh word he threw at her and shuddered a little bit when he mentioned her asshole. She shook her head a little bit and whimpered, "N-no, Carlos...I...I'm sorry," she severely regretted letting Carlos talk her in to staying for this night and knew that he'd had this all planned. He loved to make her feel bad about herself, she knew that he used it to keep her close to him. She knew at the end of the night when they went to bed if he told her to snuggle him, she would. She would snuggle him even if he didn't explicitly tell her to. He knew how to keep her wrapped up.
 
Carlos softened a little bit when Elsa relented. "Okay then," he answered, breaking into a half smile. "What you need to do is give her pussy a few kisses and licks, and then lay on the ground. She gonna grind her pussy up on your face 'til she cums. You know my style. You made it a little worse for you'self by bitchin' out again," he explained calmly, before stepping aside so Elsa could have at her counterpart, who had laid back a little and relaxed, before perking up nervously again at hearing she was supposed to mount Elsa and grind her. "I'll save your nice, juicy white ass for my own private use," Carlos chuckled as he waited for her to act.
 
She knew that she was never going to get used to Carlos using her ass the way he seemed to love so much. She absolutely hated it, even when he would just brush his finger against her anal bud or comment on it. It made her angry, it made her sad, it made her feel sick. But...Carlos loved it. Probably because of all of those things. She glanced at Carlos once more before she moved to Elena. She stepped up to him and kissed his cheek gingerly, a tiny sign of her affection for him, and then moved away. She knelt down on the ground in front of Elena, purposely keeping her eyes away. She leaned down and very gingerly kissed the girl's mound. She kissed her way down further until she was actually kissing her clit and lips. She extended her tongue and gave her a slow, tentative lick.
 
Carlos grasped at Elsa's naked body and pulled it close to him for a moment while she kissed his cheek, pleased that she'd show such a display of affection despite what he was making her do. That was a good show of devotion to him, and it made him proud. But when she knelt over Elena and followed his directions, he forgot all about devotion and got plain turned on. To think that Elsa was licking pussy for the first time, just for him, was plain hot. Elena, meanwhile, was squeezing her eyes shut, trying to forget there was an audience, but couldn't help letting out a light whine as Elsa's lips gingerly touched her pink clit. Elena didn't want to admit it, but she'd never been eaten out. Pedro didn't like to do that, and he was really her only long-term relationship. "Lay on the ground and close your eyes," Carlos growled at Elsa next. "Open your mouth and wait for that pussy. And tell us what pussy tastes like while you waiting. We wanna know," he teased.
 
Elsa was divided on what was going to happen next. On the one hand, making Elena do the work took pressure off of her. She just had to let her mouth be used. On the other, this was dangerously similar to what had happened with Jamie at the Center. The main difference here was that she was pretty sure Elena wasn't malicious, she was just as frightened as Elsa. So Elsa pulled away from the girl and laid back, her legs tight together and her arms crossed over her breasts in an attempt at some kind of modesty. She really didn't know what to say when Carlos told her to tell what pussy tasted like. It tasted like nothing to Elsa, she tried to block it out. "It...it tastes like..." she muttered, her eyes still squeezed shut as she laid back, "It doesn't taste like anything," she finally said, leaving her mouth open a little for Elena.
 
"It don't taste like anything?" Carlos repeated with a chuckle. He didn't want to point out in front of his friends that he ate her out regularly, as that might be viewed as a sign of weakness. He strode over to the frozen Elena, and helped her up by her elbow, pointing and directing in Spanish. Soon, Elena was squatted over Elsa, her pussy splayed open in front of her mouth, but she didn't quite make contact yet, looking back nervously at Pedro, and then Carlos. "Go 'head," Carlos prodded, at which time Elena pressed her pussy lips down gently on Elsa's nose and open mouth, rocking back and forth once. "Do it make your pussy wet when you eat her out? Like you want some you'self on your own cunt?" he continued at Elsa "Lift your pussy up so she can answer," he ordered Elena.
 
Carlos seemed to love posing dilemmas to Elsa. He always asked her questions that she couldn't answer, or at least couldn't answer well. She was faced with the same question of should she be honest, or should she humor him? She didn't want to make him angry, but she also didn't want to give him the opportunity to force her into something else. Elsa winced a little when Elena timidly rocked her pussy back and forth on her mouth, but it didn't really feel like much. "Y-yes, Carlos..." Elsa muttered when Elena lifted her pussy up, though it wasn't completely true. She knew, though, that if Carlos started touching her, he would be able to make her hot. He could always do that, even in the worst of situations.
 
Elena glanced down and sighed when Elsa answered, and then decided to go forward with this. She lowered her hips, and let the full weight of her body lean on Elsa's face, and began grinding, to some more catcalls from the men. She had to admit that the friction between her spread pussy lips and on her swelling clit felt kind of good, although she'd still just as soon stop this game. She let out a light impassioned moan and then blushed, almost coming to a stop, before Carlos called out to her again. Immediately, she began grinding hard, leaning her full stomach down over Elsa's face and sliding upward, grinding her trimmed black hairs into Elsa's face, before continuing the long motion until her back was almost upright and she'd ground her moist, dark pussy folds all over Elsa's face. "Open your legs then," Carlos ordered Elsa. "Show us if your cunt all wet like you say."
 
Elsa's cunt, much to her personal dismay, was actually a little wet. It wasn't dripping or throbbing, but she had become just slightly aroused. She enjoyed sucking Carlos' cock, even if she had had to do it in such a manner that he forced her into. That was why it was wet, not because of Elena. She kept her eyes squeezed shut the entire time that Elena was grinding on her face. It felt strange to have a pussy rubbing all over her, especially since she could taste Elena's arousal dripping into her mouth. This, she decided, was better than having to finger and suck on the girl's clit though. She hesitated a couple of moments and then spread her legs open slightly, revealing her pink pussy glistening a little.
 
Calros moved around as Elsa opened her legs, and gingerly grabbed her ankles, opening them up a little wider so all could see the glistening pink flesh in between. Since Elena was basically sitting on Elsa's face, Carlos was able to reach in and rub one of the moist folds of her lips in between his fingers, and rub it, before gingerly stroking her clit a couple of times. "Does you slut pussy need to be filled up?" he taunted, standing up and admiring his work. Elena, meanwhile, had found a rhythm with her eyes closed, and was smashing her pussy up against Elsa's face over and over again. She let out a longer, high pitched moan, and grabbed her own breasts, rubbing them sensually as her pussy throbbed, getting wetter and wetter, and sending pleasure throughout her body from the grinding against Elsa. "Stick out your tongue so she can grind 'gainst that," Carlos ordered Elsa.
 
Elsa whimpered and tried to shake her head when Carlos prodded her about her pussy needing to be filled. She didn't like it when he spoke dirty to her in front of others, no matter where they were. Even when they'd gone out to that salsa club together, she'd wanted him to be formal and refined. But Carlos was formal or refined and expecting him to be so was probably very foolish. She reluctantly slid her tongue out as he told her to, feeling the girl start to buck against her tongue now as well. She let her legs fall back together, hoping that Elena would just reach her peak and Elsa could run away.
 
Carlos smirked when Elsa shook her head, and turned to his friends. "That's not what she say when she alone. She beg for her pussy to get filled out all the time," he announced to a chorus of laughter. Elena let out a moan at the feel of Elsa's rough tongue massaging her clit and pussy, and thankfully forgot where she was for the moment. She'd found a slow, hard rhythm, sliding her weight along Elsa's face, lifting up and moving backwards, and then grinding again. Her whimpers were becoming more frequent, and her pussy was almost dripping into Elsa's mouth now while she squeezed her own nipples, something she had the habit of doing when she was in bed with a man.
 
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