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An Act of Charity (LittleRooster & Lindxi)

Caitlyn could see and feel that Moira was shocked at having to drink from the dog bowl like a, well, like a dog. What did the silly girl think this was going to be like? Did she think that she would just be able to submit when and how she felt like, did she think this would be all romance and kittens?

Well it wouldn't be, Moira had proven to Caitlyn that she had very little self respect, it was endearing in some ways of course and it is what made Caity decide to invest money for the silly little muppet so that she would be taken of later on in her life. Oh what did she just think to herself, what was that name?

"Muppet" yes that was it, "Oh I just thought of a name for you Moira, I rather like Muppet, yes Slutty McMuppet, I like it!" she called out as Moira had finished lapping up her coffee. The name had a condescending stupidity about it, stupid just like someone signing over control of their body and money, it fitted just fine. She imagined men laughing at her and the name before screwing her, it was all too good.

She wanted to sit on Moira's cushy lap now, to peruse costumes and lingerie, "OH Muppet, sit on the chair now like a human,I want to sit on your cushy lap" she said without a hint of apology for the dog bowl.
 
Moira felt an incredible hot flash of humiliation. She knew that her blush probably ran all the way down her neck and stained her breasts pink. Caitlyn clearly intended to reduce Moira in status to a beloved pet, a pet that she allowed her husband and possibly other men to fuck at will. But the kicker for Moira was that Caitlyn was paying total attention to her new toy. When Caitlyn first married, she hadn't abandoned Moira, but she had spent more and more time with her husband. Moira was reduced to a visiting friend who could count the hours she spent with Caitlyn on one hand.

Now, though Moira had a relationship with her friend that rivaled marriage. She was literally moving in with Caitlyn, she would be with her beloved friend all the time. Wasn't a little humiliation a small price to pay for being with Caitlyn all the time? She could play this game and would. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Moira forced a smile.

What was this? "Slutty McMuppet?" Oh shit, Moira thought in shock. She had thought just slut was bad.

Talking almost childishly, Moira clapped her hands. "Oh thank you for my new name Mistress Caitlyn. Could I have a collar with it on it?" She didn't want a collar, but if she was going to be Caitlyn's pet, then so be it.
She found the chair in front of the computer and reached out, helping her friend sit on her lap. The black skirt road up on her voluptuous thighs, revealing the delicate pink lace of her panties and her newly waved hairless pussy through the sheerness of the panties. She felt wet and hoped that the delicate scent of her sexual arousal wasn't noticeable.
 
"Oh Muppet, don't cry, you wanted this remember, you offered yourself fully, I accepted, you are mine now" Caitlyn explained to Moira as she got up and she could see her tears, her mascara running down her face, she looked like a sexy Alice Cooper.

She patted her friends head as she got up so Moira could take a seat, "Of course, of course you can have a collar, I think we will get you a special outfit for day to day wear, something that allows you some clothing to make it clear you are our pet but something that allows your glorious boobies to be exposed, we will sort it all out I promise you baby doll" she held Moira tightly, she didn't want her to feel like crap, she just wanted her to know that she no longer had any rights, except for that one day off a month she wanted.

Moira sat down and Caity climbed on her lap, "OH, I like this! You are so cushy and sexy my sweetness" she said in a very chirpy voice.

"Now lets look at some outfits" she said turning on the computer.
 
Moira had to swallow as Caitlyn carefully parroted back the terms of their deal. But frankly with Caitlyn sitting on her lap and wriggling around, Moira couldn't find it in herself to regret becoming her dear friend's beloved pet. In fact, being patted on the head actually felt amazingly rewarding.

She gave Caitlyn a cute, almost sheepish grin. "I do belong to you now. I just get silly sometimes. You know I'm an emotional girl." She shrugged her shoulders together and told Caitlyn, "I'm happy to be your pet if that's what you want."

As she watched Caitlyn pull up various slutty outfits, Moira prayed that her last line of defense wouldn't fail. She couldn't believe Heath would go along with this. He'd likely have Caitlyn talking to mental health professionals. Dick-wad, as Moira fondly thought of her friend's husband, had no sense of humor and was at heart an absurd, rather boring Dudley Do-Right in her opinion. Maybe, just maybe, he'd fuck Moira, but he wouldn't let Caitlyn reduce her to a crawling, leashed, collared, and caged animal. Sex on tap yes, but an actual slave-pet? Probably not.

She gave a little wriggle to settle down further and gently let Caitlyn lean back and pillow herself in Moira's enormous bust.
 
Caitlyn thought back about Moira's self written contract, it was quite vague, perhaps on purpose, she didn't exactly say that she would open to being treated this way, more like she would be willing to be a fuck toy for men, but then she didn't really say she wouldn't be open to being treated like this either. She decided that Moira should have written a better contract and she was given the chance to name her limits, in the end it was all Moira's fault.

She looked down on Moira as she sat in her ample soft lap, "Yes" *gentle slap* "You" *gentle slap" "Do" *gentle slap* "Do" *gentle slap" "Belong" *gentle slap" "To" *gentle slap* "Belong" *gentle slap" "To" *gentle slap* "Me" *gentle slap*

She accentuated the words whilst slapping her friend lightly but just hard enough to make it clear that she is hers now. If Moira wasn't already a beloved house pet she soon would be and the sooner she got used to that status the better off she would be, Caitlyn knew that she would have to help her adjust as much as possible.

They went through the costumes - French Maid - http://www.dhgate.com/product/sexy-adult-women-french-maid-costume-hallowmas/117262507.html

Heidi outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/wd_lingerie_fancy_dress_alpine/thing?id=55594475

All the favourites were viewed, then Caitlyn look at Moira.

"Now Slutty McMuppet, how do you think I should present you to Heath hmmmm? Do you think you should be naked on the bed, legs spread? Or clothed? I am still wondering and we should get you a slave costume we will search for that as well" she said to Moira.
 
The mild slapping woke Moira's nerves up. She realized that the mild pain and humiliation of being treated as a beloved pet was very arousing. Her blush was deep and as Caitlyn drew a picture of Moira on the bed, naked, legs spread, she realized that her body was reacting as if she were about to have sex. Her pussy felt hot, swollen, and beautifully liquid. This feeling was only enhanced by the small wriggles and movements as her friend sat on her lap and showed her sexy pictures.

Looking over at Caitlyn, a wicked smiled crossed her lips. "A slave costume sounds sexy. I think Heath might enjoy me clothed, he seems like the sort of man who would enjoy stripping a girl." Then she giggled. "Is it wrong that I'm getting turned on by this, thinking of Heath? I feel like its wrong." Her arms pulled Caitlyn closer on to her lap. She whispered into Caitlyn's ears. "It's naughty and I don't see Heath going for, it but the idea of being blindfolded, on my hands and knees, crawling also excites me. Him touching me, but I can't see his face. Your pet is so naughty." In a way, Moira was speaking truthfully, but she was also trying to be the open, wild uninhibited slut that Caitlyn seemed to want her to play. Was she going to far? She didn't know. "Heidi's cute too," she said.
 
Caitlyn enjoyed the idea of Moira having lustful thoughts about Heath, it made it all the more personal and she wanted her husband to enjoy himself, she hated the idea of him fucking some starfish, a woman who would just lie there and take it but give nothing in return in way of expressions or interest.

"No, it is fine Muppet, you can feel these things about him and I want you tell me everything afterwards, not with him around of course, but afterwards, I want you tell me how he felt, how you felt the whole thing, remember Moira, you are my cunt, you are the surrogate so I have to feel these things through you, ok baby" she said to her kissing her on the cheek.

"Yes, a slave girl, let us go into town and pick something out in one of those sex stores, we have heaps of time before Heath gets home and you don't mind paying for it do you my dearest property?" she asked.
 
Moira smiled flirtatiously. "Of course, your cunt doesn't mind using the money in her account to pay for the clothing that your husband will tear off your cunt and then fuck her." She smiled and gave a little wriggle again, enjoying the beautiful feel of Caitlyn on her lap. She ran a hand through Caitlyn's hair, combing it gently with her fingers. "I'm going to be a very active cunt for you Caitlyn, a worthy surrogate." Then she leaned forward and teasing her friend's head back, she whispered. "If I'm not pleasing, you really must punish me." In truth, the situation was so arousing now that Moira was beginning to ache to feel Heath's cock, any cock bury itself in her lush body.

When she finally left, she told Caitlyn her cell phone would be on and to call if she had any questions. Then she drove to an adult store she knew of and prepared to look like a sex slave of some sort. The first thing she purchased was a leather choker than had silver ring in the front though the leather. It had a name plate, but was too small for Caitlyn's full name for Moira, so she had them burn in the name Slutty as a compromise. She also found a leather cat mask, it covered the upper portion of her face and had leather wings that arced upward in the fashion of cat ears. She was trying to meld Caitlyn's pet them with the slave them. She found some black leather, very sheer gloves that could be bound in place and even strapped together, leaving her helpless. She didn't think all of these accouterments would be used fully, but they were meant to be fun and sexy. Trying on several different outfits, she settled on a leather corset that only covered her waist, back, belly, and the area just below her breasts. Leaving the breasts bare, she settled on a black micro-mini skirt that left nothing to the imagination and her feminine portions utterly bare and open to a man's use. Next, she found a large, silver ribbon with a card. Over her bare breasts, she found the sheerest of black lace that showed her breast and if a man just brushed his hand against the lace, it would tear off leaving her bare breasts visible.

When she returned home with her packages, Caitlyn was upstairs asleep. Her illness took a log of her energy. Moira went into guest bedroom and put on her purchases. She had also bought a pair of six inch heels that were almost impossible to walk in. But they had adorable leather straps that went up her legs and locked shut with the cutest little heart shaped locks. She was able to braid the gloves and lock them in place, but she wasn't even sure Caitlyn would like this idea.

She had worried how Heath would take to Moira entering his house as Moira's slave. So she had written a long note to go with the card she had purchased. Basically, she had decided to wrap herself as a gift for the couple and she wanted Heath to know that this was her decision fully.

The note she wrote said,

I am Mistress Caitlyn's willing slave. But I know that she loves you and thus I agree that hencefore, I will be your slave also and belong to you as a couple as long as Mistress Caitlyn agrees.

In doing so, I know that I must obey you as well as Mistress Caitlyn. Either of you may give my body to anyone to use as they wish. I have no possessions. Anything that either of you give me is just things that you permit me to use. The are not mine. I am owned and I have the freedom to make no decisions. But I must obey the decisions of either of you. My purpose is to please both of you. I freely and happilly offer myself to both of you as long as Mistress Caitlyn agrees for she owns me and I do not have any rights other than what she has already graciously granted me in terms of limits.

Happily,

Slutty McMoppet

Setting down her pen, she wrapped a bow around herself put on her mask and pinned the card and letter to her leather camisole. She then curled up by Caitlyn's bed and closed her eyes, drifting off in a pleasant nap as she waited for her mistress to wake.
 
Cait bid her slave good luck and retired upstairs after she had left, she was happy and Moira was behaving just as a slave should, but it was still very tiring and truth be told as exciting as it all was, it was tiring her out more than her usual state of depression. She laid on the bed and considered leaving Moira to Heath in her will, if this was how Moira really felt completed than perhaps she may like being left to her husband in this fashion after her death.

She woke a few hours later and heard Moira walking about, getting herself all together no doubt. She didn't realize it but she drifted off again soon after this brief moment of consciousness.

She then woke a little while later and found Moira laying beside her, she had on a bow and a camisole, mmmm she looks like a gift.

Cait slid her hand along Moira's curves, molesting her friend while she napped, she took a breath and placed her hand on Moira's ample arse, cupping it and holding it a moment, oh she was delicious, she thought, she always knew Heath preferred Moira's body, she had seen the porn sites that he visited and they were all curvy soft women, she suspected that his idea of the perfect woman was her own personality wrapped in Moira's body.
 
Moira gave a soft little sigh in her sleep. When Caitlyn touched her, Moira shifted as she slept on the hard floor, curling her legs up against her chest. When Caitlyn cupped her ass, Moira's eyes finally opened and she blinked sleepily for a moment. Sitting up, she said, "Mistress Caitlyn. I'm sorry I fell asleep. I couldn't sleep last night, I was so excited." She smiled. "I hope this is okay. I wanted it to be exciting for both you and Heath." And then she glanced over at the clock on the bedroom wall. It was a beautiful Spanish clock that Heath had brought home some time ago. Her eyes widened. "Oh he's coming home soon."

She sat up, her heart pounding. "I'm scared. Can I hide?" Then she giggled knowing that Caitlyn wouldn't let her sweet slave-pet hide, but maybe? "Can I at least get under the covers please. I feel so exposed, kind of cheap."
 
Caitlyn smiled at her pet, she was nervous, the time had come to see what she was really made of, would she chicken out and tell Caitlyn that all of this isn't really her after all, that maybe it was just a fun way to pass the time and now, it was time to end the game.

"Yes, I like the card darling, it will work well." she told her friend and then listened to her talk about hiding and getting in beds. So she would chicken out after all.

"Listen here!" she took on a stern tone, in Caitlyn's mind the moment she told Heath about this had the chat that was so difficult was the moment that Moira had passed the point of no return, her fate was sealed the second Heath agreed.

"I had a very difficult conversation with Heath and he agreed to it, he is expecting a woman to fuck tonight and that is you Moira, you agreed as well remember, you wrote a fucking contract and all, you will NOT FUCK THIS UP, YOU WILL NOT FUCKING HIDE OR GET UNDER THE SHEETS. YES YOU FEEL EXPOSED YOU ARE NEARLY NAKED, YOU FEEL CHEAP BECAUSE YOU FUCKING ARE, DO YOU GET IT, YOU ARE HEATH'S FUCK TOY, YOU ARE THE HOUSE PET, YOU ARE FUCKING MINE YOU LITTLE CUNT AND YOU WILL MAKE THIS A GREAT NIGHT FOR HEATH DO YOU UNDERSTAND" Caitlyn couldn't contain her anger, she only asked Moira to fuck Heath for her, Moira added everything else, she had built all of this and now she didn't like it, she was nervous, well bad fucking luck!

Caitlyn sat there shaking from the anger.

"You will fuck Heath Moira, after tonight you can leave this agreement, but tonight you will fuck Heath" she said to her knowing the guilt trip would kill her.

"Oh and let me make this clear right now, I will not be baited into spanking you or punishing you, I will not tolerate you deliberately behaving badly to receive attention, especially around Heath, do you understand cunt?" she was settling down now, she started to see that maybe the little whore was being cheeky, well she would have none of that, that would not work for her at all.

"Now Slutty McMuppet, give me a huge hug ok, sometimes you will be told off, it doesn't mean you are a bad pet ok" she wanted her friend to know the score but not feel bad forever about her mistake.
 
Moira hung her head in shame as Caitlyn wielded her tongue like a verbal whip. The truth was she wanted to please Caitlyn and longed for Heath to possess her sexually. But waves of Catholic guilt and the inhibitions of decades kept washing over her just as she convinced herself that this was right. And there was this feeling that Caitlyn was only doing this, because she was sick. But as Caitlyn laid down the law, Moira felt her spine stiffen.

She moved forward and accepted a hug from her friend, grasping the hand that bore the friendship ring Moira had placed on her finger only yesterday and kissing it. "Sorry," she whispered. "I'm silly and get scared sometimes. How do you want me to present myself to Heath? I was thinking as a gift of some sort, but I could be on the bed too." She laughed. "I got these bondage gloves, but I wasn't sure if they were sexy and Heath would probably prefer my hands to be free so that I can tease him." Moira blushed at how frank she was being about fucking Caitlyn's husband. But this was what her friend wanted, an active slutty participant who would make it good for Heath.
 
Caitlyn released the last of her anger and hugged her friend tenderly, after taking a deep breath she started to speak again.

"Oh I'm sorry baby, I am just so nervous I want this to be perfect for Heath you know, it's like this will be the most sensual and romantic we have been in a long time, I'm sorry if I was too harsh on you, I know that Catholic guilt we were brought up with can make life so difficult at times" she listened to Moira talk about fucking Heath, how to present herself for him. The idea of it all excited Caity immensely, she would be giving her best female friend to her best friend and husband, what more could be better.

"I'm thinking I would like it if you laid on the bed, legs spread so when I lead him in your purpose is most obvious, what do you think Slutty?" she asked.
 
Moira immediately forgave her friend. Not that there was anything to forgive, Moira had let her silly fears get the best of her an Mistress Caitlyn had rightly called her on it. When Caitlyn described how Moira was to be presented, she felt a hot wedge of shame crawl down her back and curl up between her thighs, leaving her body warm and tingly.

Later, while they waited, Moira lapped chocolate milk from a bowl on the floor and continued to reassure Caitlyn that she had been a silly little kitty. It was only when they heard Heath's car pull into the driveways that both girls looked at each other as if to say, "Is this real?" Moira skittered upstairs.

The manner in which she was to present herself to Heath was the one that most reduced her to a body, a cunt for his use, Caitlyn's cunt. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her back fanning out her long red hair on the pillows. Her breasts lay there exposed beneath the sheer fabric that covered them and she spread her thighs out, wetting her finger, she ran it along her slit, separating her the outer lips, leaving them glistening slightly, open, exposing the pink of her inner hot, center. Her legs bent at the knees, arching her bottom just a bit. She hoped he wouldn't be too cruel, wouldln't laugh or reject her. But how would she feel if he simply undressed without words and plunged into her body as if she were a mere blow up doll for his amusement?
 
Caitlyn treated Moira to a bowl of chocolate milk, a kind of make up present for the tension and anger. Moira was a good pet and they were both still learning, these hiccups were expected. She chatted with Moira as she knelt on all fours lapping the milk up like a happy little pussy cat.

Then Heath's car was heard pulling into the drive way, the tension flooded back into the room, they looked at each other as if to say "Is this real" and Moira ran upstairs to assume her position on the bed.

Cait greeted her husband, he had a nervous energy about him, he had spent all day thinking about the sex that awaited him when he got home, he was horny and already hard as he pressed against Caitlyn hugging and kissing her.

"Oh darling, I do hope you like your gift, I know you like her body, she has a pretty face to I swear and she is here upstairs waiting to service you" she used the word service, a word she had heard prostitutes use so often, it seemed impersonal and yet erotic perhaps due to that lack of impersonal quality.

She took Heath's hand and led him up the stairs, "Oh darling her name is Slutty by the way, Slutty McMuppet, I named her so" she said smiling to him.

He laughed at the name, the cruelty appealed to him, his wife had reduced this poor woman, whoever she was to nothing more than a set of holes for him to put his cock in. He felt his wife's hand tighten as they walked further up the stairs and then around the corner to the room. She looked at him and then remembered Moira's note, "Just one moment baby" she told him and snuck inside the room opening the door just enough to get in without him seeing anything.

"I want to give him the note now, the note that says you are just a cunt" she said to her friend who was nervously in position on the bed, legs spread like a whore.
 
Jealosy. The need to be a major part of Caitlyn's life. Anger at Heath for stealing away Caitlyn when he made her his wife. And maybe, just a desire to be sexualized and desires and to feel that hot glow that came from submitting. All of these played some role in the decision by Moira to position herself on her friend's huge California King bed with those beautiful silk sheets, her hair spread out on the pillow, her thighs spread wide, her vagina lewdly displayed, pink, outer lips gaping slightly, the glistening drops of moisture that betrayed on some level her arousal to be here.

She bit her lips and waited, a cunt displayed for her dear Mistress Caitlyn's pleasure. How would Heath react? The thought ran through her mind like a train on a circular track, constantly reappearing to worry her again as the clock ticked the seconds away. And then the door opened and Moira jumped in shock. But it wasn't Heath, it was only Caitlyn saying she was going to give Heath the note. Moira nodded nervously. "Yes Mistress Caitlyn," she murmured in a low voice.

"Just a cunt," the words rang in her ear. She was Caitlyn's cunt, the thought echoed back and it made her relax. She did this for her friend. She wanted to do this.
 
Cait snuck in the room carefully not opening the door to wide so Heath couldn't see inside, Moira was lying there as promised, her hair spread out above her head on the pillow, her fleshy pale thighs spread wide to expose her plump ripe juicy pussy, her excitement glistening in the light betraying any sense of mystery she may have wanted to save for herself. She was every bit the cliche painted lady ready to give her body away to the first man who saw her.

Caitlyn watched as Moira jumped a little, the nervous energy getting the best of her friend, she grabbed the note and made her way back out but before leaving the room she turned to her friend, "You make a great whore Moira" she said choosing to use her friends real name to drive home the humiliation.

She left the room and presented Heath with the note, "This is something she wanted you to read darling before you take her" she said loud enough for Moira to hear on the other side of the door.

Heath read the note and his erection grew stronger, the words on the page 'willing slave, possession, must please you' Heath was new to all of this, he hadn't really thought this way about sex before, he was never that creative, perhaps he though Caitlyn wasn't that way inclined, perhaps he was just always too busy working.

"Ok, so this is really ok then, I mean for me to do her and all" he said in a semi asking manner.

"Yes baby, I want you to take her, to have some fun, you deserve to have some fun baby, please fuck her and fuck her well" she answered her husband hugging him.

And with that she opened the door, right up this time, Moira was lying there thighs wide, cunt on display, her purpose obvious to all.

"Oh wow" Heath said as he saw her and then realizing who it was.

"Moira? Is that you?" he asked somewhat shocked and pleased, truth be told he always preferred Moira's curvy body to Caitlyn's slimmer frame, but when he was pursuing Moira in High School she had rejected him, or at least that is how he saw it, so he went for Caitlyn instead, he got along better with Caitlyn, but he lusted after Moira's body, and now, now it wasn't just his for a night, she was his, period.

"Do you like your gift honey?" Caitlyn asked.

"Yes, very nice." Heath said as Caitlyn snuggled up against him, moving her hand over his crotch, slowly unzipping him and releasing his lust from his jeans, "Oh I am so happy baby, here let me warm you up a little" she said stroking him as she looked at Moira winking, "I am sure Moira will love having this inside her" she said,

"In fact when you are ready I will guide you in her" she explained still stroking him.

Heath groaned in excitement, his wife was stroking him, preparing him for sex with another, "That is one nice cunt you have there Moira" he said to her not worrying about being crude.
 
Moira’s green eyes followed Caitlyn as her friend took the note and then called her a whore. Almost instantly, at the word, whore, she felt a rush of moisture, her nipples pebbled up under the sheer fabric of her translucent silk top. There was a sense of shame, but also excitement at what was happening. “Thank you Mistress Caitlyn,” she said in a voice that sounded loud to herself in the small room. She realized that the room was so quiet, the only thing she could hear was a clock slowly ticking. But soon, she knew there would be other sounds, the sounds of Heath on top of her, penetrating her.

When Cait left, Moira bit her lip. It was happening. Whose idea had this been? Sex was Caitlyn’s idea, but had Moira or Caitlyn first come up with the idea of slavery? And who was most excited at the idea? She so wished she could have been a fly on the wall, listening as Cait and Heath spoke of her, plotted and planned, discussed and decided.

Meanwhile, the clock kept ticking and finally Heath entered, seeing that it was the girl from high school who had once thought of dating him, the girl who was his wife’s best friend.

His, “Oh wow,” exclamation was suitably appreciative and she blushed. When Cait asked if Heath liked his gift, Moira felt an urge to squeeze her thighs together.

She watched as Heath and Caitlyn snugged together, Caitlyn teasing her man. It made her feel warm that she was a small part of making her friend so happy. She watched with cat eyes as Cait teased Heath’s manhood out.

When Heath finally addressed her directly, telling her that she had a nice cunt, Moira said, “Thank you Master Heath.” Her voice trembled a little with excitement. She was Caitlyn’s cunt. It was … exciting, delicious. “I’ve given myself to you and Mistress Caitlyn, my cunt is now your cunt, your wive’s cunt to use in any way you want.” Her thighs were trembling and her eyes practically glowed with her desire to be used. There was no doubt that this girl felt utterly aroused to be here. Any shyness she had in the past, any Catholic guilt was suppressed by her excitement at this moment. Her small pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, her eyes were fixated on Heath's manhood.
 
Caitlyn held Heath's hard cock in her hand, pushing back on it to make it even bigger, "yes Moira this cock will fuck you tonight" Caitlyn said to her friend still lying on the bed.

"Can I use her mouth as well Caity?" asked Heath, a typical man, having been offered use of her cunt he was thinking of her mouth.

"Yes darling, her whole body is yours to use as you please" she assured her horny husband.

"Moira, get on your knees, Master Heath wants to fuck your mouth and I will help him" she demanded of her friend.

Heath had some questions about all of this, but now wasn't the time, now was the time to use and abuse Moira's body, later on, much later on he would have a chat with Moira his new slave.
 
Moira made no attempt to answer his questions. It had been directed at Caitlyn and the decision clearly rested in her firm, loving hands. But her tongue couldn't help but dart out and dampen her lips as saliva flooded her mouth in anticipation.

At the order from Caitlyn, Moira instantly scrambled off the bed and brushing a few loose strands of her hair back, fell to her knees in front of Heath. But her eyes were on Caitlyn and she answered her. "Yes Mistress Caitlyn."

Had her mouth ever been fucked? She had given more than one man oral sex. She shivered and opened her lush red lips, her eyes now turning to Heath and his manhood wondering what he would do? Did he really intend to have sex with his wive's best friend despite the permission he was so obviously being given by both women? Of course he would! She thought. He's a man.
 
Cait and Heath watched as Moira assumed the classic cock sucking position, her large naked breasts hanging as she knelt on the floor awaiting the oral assault that would be soon coming.

Caitlyn kissed her husband and assured him it was ok, this is what she wanted to give him, this is what Moira is made for, to be fucked to be had pleasure with.

She held Heath's cock and with it traced around Moira's lips with the head of it, around and around. "Here comes the aeroplane Moira open up" she teased and then slid Heath's erect member into Moira's awaiting mouth, "Feel good sweetheart?" she asked Heath.

"Uh huh" he answered, he was excited by this act, excited to be in Moira, he and her ended before anything sexual could happen, this was making up for lost time.

"Deeper baby" Caity said as she pushed his arse forcing his cock deeper into the all too eager to please mouth.
 
The rush of desire hit Moira as she opened her mouth and felt the heavy head of Heath's cock teasing her lower lip. Being on her knees, her friend directing this play as Moira began to pleasure her husband, it was so incredibly kinky, so wild. Moira couldn't help but feel lost in the moment thrilled to be here in the very middle of her friend's marriage, no longer little Moira locked outside. She let out a quick hot breath, teasing his cock with her breath and then rolling the shaft gently between her lips, her dark red lipstick staining the head, before she began to tease it with her tongue, sucking on the cock, her breath coming hot and heavy as she played the slut, the whore, the slave for her friend.

And all the while Mistress Caitlyn was there teasing them both, directing the action, a very active participant in what was happening. When Caitlyn told her husband, "Deeper ....," Moira felt him sliding into her mouth, teasing the back of her throat. Moira wasn't sure she could deep throat a man, though she knew how it was done in theory and had read about it and even tried it with a banana, but she did love the feel of that thick, hot cock filling her mouth, her lips and tongue and cheeks, tightening around it, gripping it, sucking on it.
 
Caitlyn enjoyed the look of Moira's lipstick on the head of Heath's cock, it highlighted the sin of what was happening here right now, Moira was a substitute, a surrogate for sex for pleasure, by directing the cock Caitlyn was as much a part of it as Heath and Moira were.

Deeper she pushed Heath's arse into Moira's willing mouth, she wasn't sure if her friend could deep throat, she didn't care, possibly better if she couldn't, she wanted to make her friend gag and choke, she wanted to be cruel.

"Deeper baby, get it in there, let us make this bitch choke" she said as she looked down at Moira and smiled a wickedly evil smile.

Heath grabbed Moira's hair and started to push in deeper and harder, thrusting into her mouth as if it were a cunt. "Like this honey, fuck her mouth like a cunt" he said to his wife.

"Yes, just like that honey" she responded pleased.
 
Moira understood the theory of swallowing a man's cock, the idea of deep throating a man, but the actual process? She had never done more than toy with a banana once before giving up when it got too uncomfortable. But suddenly, there was pressure on the back of her throat, her m outh was filling with saliva, and she was gagging, tears springing from her eyes as Caitlyn forced Moira's head onto Heath's aroused cock.

And then as she choked and gagged, the cock breached the barrier at the back of her throat and began to slide into that slender passage even as Moira's hands clenched at Heath's thighs and she tried to give herself some breathing room. But it wasn't possible and then Heath had grabbed her thick auburn hair and suddenly, he was fully seated in Moira, her tongue pressed against her lower lip, his shaft buried in her hot, tight throat and she squirming like a fish speared, her eyes wide, tears staining her cheeks.
 
Caitlyn had never deep throat or had been mouth fucked before, not once, she was sadistically curious as to what Moira might be going through right now, she made a mental note to ask her afterwards, she knew it looked humiliating and certainly seemed painful, those two things alone turned her on, knowing that Moira was suffering emotionally and physically was a great thrill.

For Heath it was all far more carnal, he just wanted to fuck Moira, he wanted to take pleasure and dominate in a way that he had never dominated before, he wanted to use this woman who so naively gave herself away.

"I want to spit on her" he asked his wife who still had her hand on his arse helping to push forward.

"Then you should spit dear, Moira, open your mouth" she said.

Heath pulled out and waited for Moira to open her mouth so he could spit in it. Would she allow even that he thought?
 
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