The heavy beat of club music radiated throughout the floor, enhanced by the stomping of at least a hundred different feet.
Rarity lost herself to the moment and reveled in the attention that such a crowd afforded her. She rolled her neck as she bounced along, feeling so many other bodies against her own. Sweat clung to her skin and an artificially-enhanced ecstasy seemed to course through her veins. It really was amazing what a couple shots and a little pill could do to a person.
One of the bodies in a crowd of so many pressed into Rarity’s back and she couldn’t help but smile as she felt their hands upon her waist. Sure, she’d come here with a girl but there weren’t any rules regarding the possibility of leaving with someone else.
Her beloved, if anyone, would understand that.
The song continued to bounce and so did Rarity along with it, bumping against the body which touched her, grinding her ass into the crotch of this figure. She could feel their breath curling against her neck, dancing across it so wonderfully. The scent of whiskey lingered upon it, spicy and alluring.
This person could’ve been anyone, a mystery suitor, someone twice her age, a beautiful princess, or maybe a butch who could easily put her in her place. That was the wonder of the dance floor, the mystique of the crash of bodies. You couldn’t trust any of your senses, all of them leaving you in suspense until…
Rarity drew away and turned around, seeing that it was a girl who looked like she’d fit right in amongst a punk rock band. Her hair was green and spiked into a mohawk and a number of piercings dotted her complexion. She wore a low-cut top from a band that Rarity had never heard of with a leather vest draped over top and a plaid skirt covering her lower half. She seemed rugged and sharp, all of the things that Rarity loved when she was feeling like making a bad decision.
There was a tick, a moment, as the two of them appraised each other, deciding if they really wanted to proceed. And it seemed that they both did as they once more came together, pressing into each other in such an intimate manner.
“Whatcha drinking?” Punk Rock practically shouted into her ear. Though over the music it could’ve been a whisper.
Rarity grinned. “Tequila.”
“I like your style,” Punk Rock said. “Finish this dance then we can have a round on me?”
Rarity smirked. “Deal.”
Then they started to bounce once again, dancing amongst the chaotic crush of bodies. Rarity could feel Punk Rock’s eyes upon her and in turn she let her own eyes wander her companion. Yes, she’d be a fantastic addition to an already fantastic night.
The music continued at its frantic tempo though the song did start to wind down, the base drifting off nice and slow. There was a moment’s lull in things, a chance for Rarity to drift away from the floor before the strobing lights blossomed and the music started anew.
She pushed towards the bar and felt Punk Rock follow in her wake. Was it bad that she didn’t even know the girl’s name before engaging in such things? Probably but Rarity didn’t come to clubs like these to do good things or make smart decisions. These were the kind of places to go to when she wanted to get up to mischief, when she wanted to play with all of those sinful little voices that were whispered into her ear by a devil on her shoulder.
Together the two of them made their way towards the bar. Punk Rock flashed the bartender a cheery smile along with a pair of fingers. It was hard to make out exactly what she’d said over the sheer auditory stimulation of this place but it must’ve been tequila as the bartender grabbed a bottle and poured two shots, placing them down upon the bar top.
Rarity grinned and took one, turning to her companion. “To bad decisions?”
Punk Rock stuck out her tongue, revealing a pair of venom studs driven through it. Oh, how Rarity would love to get to know a tongue like that against a certain part of her anatomy. Though she supposed the intended message was to show that Punk Rock was very familiar with poor decisions.
“To bad decisions,” Punk Rock agreed.
The two of them then tilted back their drinks, downing them in a couple potent pulls. The liquor burned so hot as it went down Rarity’s throat but she hardly cared. It was courage and power, enough to fuel another bad decision.
She winked at Punk Rock and nodded towards a little alcove off to the side. This was a place that offered just a little more privacy.
Punk Rock followed her gaze and couldn’t help but grin, pushing away from the bar and making her way towards it. She reached out and took Rarity’s hand, giving it a tug and leading her along like a lost stray. Not that Rarity needed the guidance but she appreciated a woman who knew how to lead.
Together they secluded themselves to the limited privacy with Punk Rock pressing Rarity back against the wall. Not another word was exchanged as their lips came together, hungry as they crammed themselves against one another. Two tongues soon came forth, intertwining and swirling around one another. They were so hungry and lustful, frantic in nature.
Punk Rock cupped Rarity’s breast in her hand and gave it a firm squeeze, drawing forth a hushed moan. At the same time, Rarity grabbed Punk Rock’s vest, using it to pull her in even closer, pressing their bodies tightly together. She ground against her companion, wanting her to know how badly she needed this.
Their kiss was wet and sloppy with scarcely a chance to breathe. It was so hot and heavy, becoming Rarity’s entire world at this moment.
She could feel something harden between them and she couldn’t help but smirk, realizing that she was going to be paired with a woman of this unique demeanour this evening. Oh, how these kinds of girls were always so much fun to play with.
Though sadly, all good things had to come to an end. And even sadder, this exchange came to a premature conclusion upon the sound of someone nearby clearing their throat.
Punk Rock drew back and looked off to the side, glaring at this new figure. “What the fuck do you want?”
Rarity followed her gaze and saw that it was Sunset Shimmer… her girlfriend. Her expression was hard to read though it seemed to be a mix of amused and displeased.
“I want to talk to my girlfriend,” Sunset said.
Punk Rock blinked and looked at Rarity before abruptly drawing back, practically recoiling. “Shit!”
Rarity sheepishly grinned.
Sunset rolled her eyes and motioned to the dance floor. “How about you piss off and give us a little privacy before I kick your fucking ass?”
Punk Rock looked like she was about to say something but Sunset merely crossed her arms over top of one and other, flaring her nostrils as she huffed. She cut quite the striking figure in her leather jacket. A look that was only improved by her short red hair and the cold calculating look that lingered deep in her eyes.
And it was this intimidating character which seemed to get the other girl to show some common sense as she quickly drew away, muttering something under her breath that was lost to the party music.
“Hello, darling,” Rarity purred.
Sunset snorted and turned her attention towards her. “What was that?”
“Me trying to get under your skin,” Rarity teased, leaning back against the wall. She fluttered her lashes and made a show of biting her lip, doing everything to appear as bratty as humanly possible. “Did it work?”
Sunset smirked and drew towards Rarity, pressing her arms firmly against the wall on either side of her head. She was taller and stronger than her girlfriend, pressing back and pinning her in place.
“Not even a little bit, you dumb slut,” she teased. “We both know who owns your little whore ass at the end of the night. I don’t care how many bitches you make out with because we both know you’ll be eating me out like a good little toy by the end of this.”
She punctuated her point by dipping forwards and pressing her lips forcefully against Rarity’s own. There was raw passion behind the gesture as she shoved her tongue inside of her girlfriend’s mouth. This was not a battle between equals, and almost immediately, Rarity was at a disadvantage, whining as her tongue was so easily brushed aside and pushed back into her own mouth.
Though her discomfort at this was paled by the raw lust that she felt at having Sunset treat her like this. She could feel herself soaking into her skimpy little panties, making the thin material cling to her lower lips. In turn this made her rub her thighs together, so eager to be used.
Sunset drew away from the kiss. “You taste like cheap booze.” She then snorted and shook her head. “It really suits you.”
Her gaze went out upon the dance floor, scanning the crowd. There was a predatory quality to her, like a hunter trying to spot its prey.
“But since you want to act like such a brat, I’m going to treat you like one,” Sunset quipped.
Rarity shivered. “In what way?”
“What was the dollar figure that I put on your ass tonight?” Sunset asked, working her jaw. “Did we agree to four hundred?” She hummed. “I think that sounds about right.”
Rarity couldn’t help but feel an excited little energy inside of her at the mention of money. It was such a strange thing to feel lust over but the thought of being treated like a common whore was such an appealing proposition. Sure, it wasn’t the most conventional fetish and it was surely problematic to possess it but… well… brains didn’t always think conventionally. Nor did they stray strictly within the range of ethics when fetishes were thrown into the mix.
“I believe so,” Rarity whispered.
Sunset nodded. “Then how about we make it six hundred instead.”
“Mistress!” Rarity whined.
Sunset looked at her. “Who gets you all of your funny little party drugs that you like?”
“Y-you,” Rarity whispered, looking off to the side. “You do.”
“Then six hundred dollars is chump change,” Sunset quipped. “Make me six hundred dollars and maybe I’ll consider taking you home at the end of the night, how does that sound?”
Rarity whined, not liking the implication of not being able to go home with her. After all, they were lovers and partners and there wasn’t really anywhere else for dear Rarity to go if she didn’t meet such an objective.
“Plus, with me as your pimp, you should have plenty of business lined up for tonight,” Sunset teased.
She perked up as she seemed to have spotted someone in the crowd, pushing away from the little alcove and making her way back towards the crash of bodies.
“Stay here,” she warned. “And try not to get distracted by another dyke who calls you pretty.”
Rarity rolled her eyes but did as she was instructed, leaning back against the wall and waiting patiently. Her little brain was abuzz, mingling together hormones and the strange little chemicals that were toying with her system. It was making it so woefully difficult to think straight.
She watched as Sunset talked with a Frat Bro, exchanging quick words and a shared joke between them. Their attention then turned towards Rarity and she offered a warm smile and a little wave, trying to make herself look as enticing as possible.
The Frat Bro didn’t look terrible but he also didn’t seem too appealing either, being utterly average through and through. Still, that was the point of these silly little games, to put Rarity into positions that she normally wouldn’t find herself in. Part of the thrill was being set up with suitors who she normally would’ve considered beneath her.
That was the humiliation of this. The fact that there was a little voice that toyed with the back of her mind.
It seemed that some sort of agreement was being made as the bro reached into his pocket and withdrew a couple of bills, offering them to Sunset. Whatever the sum was, it seemed to please her darling pimp who casually added it to a billfold from her own pocket before returning it to a secure location within her jacket.
She then made her way over to Rarity with her new companion in tow.
“Sup?” Sunset asked.
Rarity shivered. “Just waiting to see who you brought along with you.” She glanced at the bro. “Pleasure to meet you.”
She’d been paired with worse; that much was for certain. Up close, he remained remarkably average in both build and complexion, being about a five or six out of ten on the attractiveness scale. This was the kind of guy that would take a few more shots of hard liquor to be considered viable on a regular night.
But on nights like these? Well, in that case, all it took was a few bills exchanged with Sunset. That much would suffice for now.
Sunset nodded towards him. “Paid for a blowjob.” She then scoffed. “Make it extra special because he tipped you a twenty.”
Rarity smirked and approached the gentleman, pressing herself against him. It was a little cute to see the way he flushed at her presence, to see his embarrassment at having paid for a hook-up. Such a shift in demeanour did do a little to make her feel just a bit more in control of the situation.
“Hello darling,” Rarity purred, allowing her hand to travel across his attire as she grazed each of the little buttons on his shirt. “Would you like me to show you a wonderfully private little bathroom stall where I can rock your world?”
He didn’t speak, seeming too petrified as he merely nodded at her instead. This boy was like a deer in the headlights and Rarity was only too pleased to take advantage of that.
Rarity grinned and drew away, reaching out and grasping his hand within her own. She led him along and towards a hall off to the side where there were various washroom stalls set up with a moderate line waiting outside.
To this day, she still didn’t know what magic Sunset had pulled in order to acquire this but Rarity withdrew a small key from between her breasts, approaching a door at the very end of the hall with it. This was a washroom stall that was labeled as being out of order which proved to be a convincing cover to the alcohol drenched denizens of this establishment.
Rarity unlocked the door and pushed inside, holding it open for her companion. The space was oddly clean for a club bathroom, pretty much devoid of any filth. A single bulb above illuminated the space, providing adequate illumination to make it feel especially dingy.
“Would you mind locking the door behind yourself?” she asked.
The Frat Bro did so. “My name is…”
“No names,” Rarity interrupted, chuckling as she wagged a finger back and forth. “I find the mystery appealing. When I know your name, this kind of affair loses a certain je ne sais quoi. Do you understand what I mean?”
The Frat Bro looked confused but simply nodded, being such a good little boy and not asking any silly questions.
Rarity decided to reward him by falling to her knees before him. She leaned forwards and kissed the crotch of his pants, pleased to feel that something had already hardened underneath.
“Do I excite you?” Rarity asked.
The Frat Bro nodded. “You’re really hot.”
“I’m happy to hear it,” Rarity replied, leaning forwards and grasping his fly between her teeth. With such care, she began to draw it down, making eye contact with him the entire time. Once finished, she then reached up and fiddled with the button that held up his pants, doing away with it as well.
The Frat Bro looked so wonderfully conflicted though his body was telling her something completely different as his cock remained rock hard. Rarity slowly started to pull down his pants, easing them lower and lower until they were around his knees.
“You’re pretty cute,” Rarity teased.
The Frat Bro snorted. “Thanks.”
Rarity reached for his boxers and pulled them down as well, grinning with glee as his pride sprung forth. It was a little on the larger side, maybe an inch longer than average with just a smidge more girth. He was also uncut, a personal favourite of hers.
She didn’t know how her girlfriend managed it but she had an almost supernatural ability of picking gentlemen with nice cocks.
Rarity carefully wrapped her fingers around his shaft and then took the tip between her lips. She suckled upon it firmly and began to stroke away, gliding her hand back and forth across his pride. This seemed to be an agreeable treatment as the gentleman started to moan, shivering against Rarity’s gentle touch.
There was a certain perverse energy building up inside of Rarity, growing to such a potent din. It was both hungry and powerful, filling her with such a tantalizing sense of lust. It fed into her and filled her with such determination to push forward. She pressed herself deeper still, giving her hand less room to cover as she started to use her mouth more and more instead.
All the while her tongue came forth and joined into the fray, circling around his shaft in curt little circles.
“Fuck,” the Frat Boy whined.
Rarity drew back and wiped at her lips, glancing up and winking at him. “You taste divine, darling.”
“Cock tastes good?” the Frat Boy whispered, shaking his head. “Are you sure about that?”
“Well cock is an acquired taste but when you have a side hustle such as mine it tends to be one that you pick up rather quickly,” Rarity teased.
She carefully pinched the head of his shaft between her fingers, lightly grasping it. She then peeled back the skin and exposed the glistening head that lingered underneath. Thankfully, it was relatively clean, making it a far less daunting objective to approach.
And approach it she did.
Rarity took it once more between her lips and her tongue moved much more swiftly this time around, circling it again and again. It seemed that such a change in things was felt by her companion as his moans were much more virile, oozing forth through clenched teeth.
He reached out and placed a hand upon the back of Rarity’s head. “Is this okay?”
Rarity nodded quickly.
She then dipped forwards and began to bob along his erection, gliding back and forth nicely and taking a generous portion of his shaft with every motion. Such lewd sounding slurps oozed forth from her as she worked him over and she couldn’t help but reach up and fondle his sack. She carefully caressed it, massaging the contents that lingered inside.
“Fuck,” the Frat Bro groaned. “I… fuck.”
Rarity closed her eyes and continued to pick up the pace, moving deeper and deeper with each successive motion. It wasn’t long before she could feel the tip of his cock tickling at the back of her throat. His taste was utterly divine, a mix of his body wash and some lingering sweat from an evening on the dance floor.
In fact, Rarity couldn’t help but moan herself, rubbing her thighs together so eagerly. There was such a pronounced wetness within the crotch of her panties, one that positively drenched the fabric in her lust. It was paired with a warmth within her loins, an ache in her stomach, and a fluttering to her frantically beating heart.
She was a whore and she absolutely delighted in this information.
There was nothing wrong with this, nothing wrong with appreciating her hard work in its fullest. She drove herself more and more forcefully forwards, not letting something as pesky as a gag reflex get in the way of a good time. Sure, she sputtered and gagged but it was nothing that she couldn’t contend with and enjoy regardless.
“Fuck,” her companion groaned. “Your throat feels amazing.”
Rarity pushed all the way down to the pelvis, pressing her nose right into the brush of pubic fuzz that lingered above it. His cock was lodged firmly in her throat and she gagged pitifully against it, sputtering and choking. Yet, she lingered there and endured, handling him like a champ. No, she wouldn’t let herself flinch away in the slightest.
The Frat Bro tensed his grip and clung to her hair, seizing it so firmly. Apparently, he didn’t want to let her retreat either, leaving her to choke so pitifully against him.
Rarity so desperately wanted to sate her own desires, feeling her hand start to drift towards the hem of her dress. Though she stopped herself, hearing her Mistress’ words echo within her mind. There were rules that went into this scenario and the most important rule was that she was only to get off using stimulation provided by others.
So, she merely rested her hands upon her legs, gripping into her thighs as she continued to gag so pitifully against this gentleman.
Finally, the Frat Bro’s hand slipped away from her scalp, giving her a chance to retreat. Even though her mind desired for her to linger, her body instinctively drew back and she rasped desperately for air. Spittle and other less savoury fluids clung to her lips, rolling down her chin. There was so much of it that some of it even dripped free and landed upon her breasts.
Though she allowed herself only a few fleeting moments to recover before she eased forwards once again. She took him back between her lips, cradling his erection tightly within her mouth. She bobbed purposefully and with such determination, rolling her tongue around whenever she was able.
The nature of this blowjob grew so crude, sounding wet as she slurped and lapped away, being quite the depraved little trollop. It was divine though, hearing her debasement, feeling it in the form of a stranger’s warm cock invading her.
Oh, what a field day a therapist would have with her messed up little psyche. What a field day indeed.
The Frat Bro didn’t seem like he would last much longer, however. His entire body quivered against her face. He was so desperate for release and Rarity was easing him along with such practiced familiarity, savouring his pleasure as if it were her own. She saw no reason to torment him, wishing nothing more than to help him finish.
She briefly glanced up at his face, appreciating the way that so much pleasure was etched into his complexion. It was nice to see his lips quake and it was just as adorable to see the way that he closed his eyes. This boy was utterly at her mercy and was destined to do as she pleased.
As such, she drew back and held her tongue against the very tip of his pride, slowly circling it around a couple of times. This was a holding pattern and nothing more, the barest amount of stimulation to tease him.
Okay, she lied. Maybe she could afford to torment him just a little.
She wanted this moment to last and she also wanted to see that slight ounce of disappointment, that twitch that betrayed that he wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted. It was just so utterly adorable to see a man’s frustration, almost as pleasurable as the act of relief itself.
“Huh?” her suitor asked.
Rarity smirked, savouring the fact that she’d made him open an eye.
“Why did you stop?” he then asked, such desperation lingering in his voice.
“Tell me that you want me, darling,” Rarity whispered, pure lust present upon every syllable. “I need to hear you say that you want me.”
The gentleman looked so wonderfully confused though he seemed to realize that his orgasm was on the line. So, he slowly drew in a breath and let it out with equal lethargy, shivering in place as the cool air tickled against his slick erection.
“I need you,” he breathed.
Rarity smirked and opened her mouth, taking him back between her lips. She bobbed along him in curt little motions, taking no time to warm up once again. After all, she knew that once these sinful nights began there would be little time for her to rest or take a break. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if Sunset was waiting outside with the next of her eager suitors already.
She wondered how many of them there were, just waiting patiently for their chance to ravish her. A few? A half a dozen? A full dozen? Two dozen? Maybe even the whole club was waiting to use her like the cheap hole that she was.
The thought sent a fresh heat pulsing towards her loins, filling her with such a sinful desire for release. Oh, how she wished that she could just reach under the hem of her dress and plunge her fingers into her needy little hole, how she wished that she could sate her ravenous desires on her own.
Though all she could hope for was a gentleman or lady to purchase that service and help her along on their own.
Rarity was so lost to her thoughts that she didn’t even notice her current suitor let out a guttural groan, shivering so violently. It would seem that he had neared his final objective and was about to plunge into the waters of bliss.
In a moment, he bucked his hips forwards, plunging himself between Rarity’s plush lips without hindrance. He hilted inside of her mouth, burrowing himself all the way down to the very base and lodging his entire erection down her throat.
Rarity stifled a gag and remained firmly locked in place, feeling his cock twitch and a strand of something crude shoot forth and plaster the back of her throat. It was followed by a couple lesser spurts. Though each of them was rewarding in its own way.
Finally, the gentleman drew back, pulling out of her mouth with a satisfying slurp of fluids. A web of depravity linked them together.
Rarity couldn’t help but cough, sputtering up some of the essence that he’d seen fit to leave behind. Though she managed to swallow the majority of it, drawing in a couple raspy breaths after she did so.
With their deal now concluded, she managed to get back to her feet, feeling her legs wobble underneath her as she rose. She could feel the wetness of her snatch as her juices overwhelmed the thin material of her panties. Her attention briefly went towards the mirror and all she could see was her own reddened eyes. They looked so divine with thin streaks of mascara draining down her cheeks.
“Now what?” the gentleman asked.
Rarity snorted. “Pull up your pants and clear the way, dear. I have a feeling that my night is only just getting started and it’s best not to delay.”
She didn’t afford him any additional attention as she instead straightened her hair in the mirror, doing what she could with these few moments she had available to clean herself up. Though there was only so much that could be done with cold water and a roll of paper towel.
The gentleman left and she noticed that Sunset stepped into the room instead.
Sunset seemed so cocky, shoving her hands into her pockets as she strutted in like the queen bitch who owned this place. She had an air of utter dominance about her though it was well deserved as Rarity knew her place in this dynamic just as well.
“You look properly fucked,” she commented.
Rarity snorted. “Wanted to ensure that he got his money’s worth, darling.”
“Good,” Sunset teased, coming over and sliding up behind Rarity. She wrapped her arms around her waist, giving her a surprisingly tender little hug. Though her voice was so close to her ear, a burst of warmth grazing across her lobe. “Because it turns me on seeing you reduced to a worthless little whore, you dumb bitch.”
Rarity quivered and couldn’t speak, left awestruck by such a statement.
Sunset lifted up Rarity’s dress and exposed her panties before using her other hand to press two fingers against her covered cleft. She ground her digits into it so forcefully, cooing as she felt just how wet Rarity had become.
“You want this,” she said, her tone making this a statement and not a question.
Rarity nodded.
She did want this, she really wanted this. She didn’t know how to properly articulate her desires but there was something about this scenario that just tickled at the back of her brain, bathing it in a strange mix of pheromones and raw oppressive lust.
“Maybe I should be extra mean tonight,” Sunset commented, purring into her ear. “You know, give you a little payback for being so smart and trying to get at me with that punk bitch.”
“You wouldn’t,” Rarity breathed.
Sunset drew her hand back, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she did so. It seemed that she was pondering something, letting the silence fester for a good couple of moments. This gave Rarity just enough time to feel fear.
“I think I would,” Sunset said, drawing away. “If you cum tonight, I’m going to make you regret it.”
“Regret it how?” Rarity asked, feeling that tantalizing mix of fear and pleasure festering away in the back of her mind.
Oh, how Sunset knew her buttons and how to hammer into them with such ease.
Sunset snorted. “That’s for me to know and for you to be worried about for the rest of the night. But you know me, I’m always able to make you regret your decisions.”
She finally drew back and made her way towards the door. Though before reaching it, she tapped away at her phone, pursing her lips together.
“Your next John should be ready by the way,” she added.
And with that she exited the room.
Rarity was left alone for a moment, looking back to the mirror. She knew that she couldn’t preen herself anymore than she already had with the limited resources available. Though the lull did give her time to think about Sunset’s little threat, toying with that sinful voice that lingered at the back of her mind.
Her brain started to play through so many different scenarios, each darker and more miserable than the last. Though they clearly weren’t helping with her mental state, making a fresh heat start to fester within her loins, kindling away and just begging for fuel.
There was a knock at the door and Rarity turned towards it, snapping herself out of her own train of thought.
“Come in,” she called.
The door opened and Rarity drew in a breath. It would seem that Punk Rock hadn’t been deterred by Sunset as she entered the room, looking so cocky and confident as she strutted inside.
“Why didn’t you tell me this was your side hustle,” she teased.
Rarity smirked. “You never know how a girl is going to react to something like that.”
“Well, this girl would react pretty fucking positively,” Punk Rock teased, nodding towards her. “And fuck your pimp offered me some pretty bottom of the barrel rates to fuck your ass. No offense but a girl like you should really be charging a premium.” She shrugged. “But I ain’t going to complain about something like that.”
Rarity shivered.
Of course, Sunset would do something of that nature.
“I’ll have to thank her for bringing the two of us together then,” Rarity teased, pushing away from the sink and making her way over to Punk Rock. “Did you just pay for anal?”
Punk Rock smirked and nodded, not following her statement up with a verbal response. Instead, she made her way over to the bathroom’s toilet where a full bottle of lube had been left behind.
Rarity saw no reason to tarry as she came over as well, grabbing a hold of a nearby towel rack and bending forwards, pushing out her rump for easy use.
It seemed that the sight of such a thing amused her companion as she snorted and shook her head in disbelief.
“Slut,” Punk Rock jeered.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Please, darling, I do this for money. I think the proper term is whore if your goal is to debase me.”
Punk Rock came up behind Rarity, holding the bottle of lube in her hand. Though before she used it, she instead lifted the hem of Rarity’s dress, flipping it up over her back and exposing the cute pair of panties that lingered underneath. She then tugged these away, revealing both Rarity’s soaking wet lower lips and her tight little pucker.
“Fuck, I wish I paid for your pussy instead,” Punk Rock chided.
She pressed her hips forwards, pushing the crotch of her skirt against Rarity’s rump, ensuring that Rarity could feel the bulge that lingered underneath. It was sizeable for a woman though a little lacking compared to some of the other patrons that Rarity had been paired with in the past.
“You want me?” Punk Rock asked.
Rarity nodded. “Y-yes.”
“Good because I want to fuck you too,” Punk Rock added, reaching down and lifting up the hem of her own skirt. “I want to fuck you really bad, you whore.”
She adjusted what Rarity could only assume was her panties before pushing forwards once again. Her erection soon rested between Rarity’s flanks as she popped open the bottle of lube, dripping it onto her shaft and Rarity’s skin. The fluid was cold, making Rarity mew in discomfort.
“Your pimp told me to make you scream,” Punk Rock chided, chuckling to herself. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble with that.”
As soon as her entire cock was nice and slick, she drew it back, lining up the tip with Rarity’s tight little hole. She didn’t waste too much time as she eased herself forwards, pressing into her nice and slow. Her advance was cautious, careful as she slowly pushed inside.
“Surprised your ass is still this tight,” Punk Rock jeered. “What’s your secret?”
Rarity snorted. “Now, now, a lady is allowed to keep a few things hidden away, isn’t she?”
Punk Rock scoffed and clearly didn’t like this answer as she reached forwards and gripped a nice fistful of Rarity’s hair. She yanked back upon it at the same time that she hammered her hips forwards, plunging nice and deep into her slut’s little hole without any warning or a chance to prepare.
Rarity yelped at that and mewed in discomfort as Punk Rock really began to ride her, hammering away without remorse or mercy. Her pace was swift and emboldened with every passing moment with her slamming away at this tight little hole over and over again without reluctance or mercy.
Punk Rock chuckled and reinforced her grip, really straining Rarity’s poor little locks. She used them for leverage, clinging to them so tightly as she continued on her mad dash, so purposeful in her motions. It was rare to meet someone who knew how to properly treat Rarity, going to town on this whore without an ounce of kindness.
Soon the air was heavy with the sound of fornication as Rarity was treated in such a brutish fashion. The sound of flesh plopping and slapping against flesh became an almost omnipresent baseline. Though it was added to by the sounds of Punk Rock grunting and various other less ladylike noises that came from Rarity herself.
All the while the fire in her belly had rekindled and was growing at such a fevered pitch. It was warm and smoulder rapidly, fed by the abundant fuel that Punk Rock was so keen on feeding it with every single thrust into Rarity.
“God you’re tight,” Punk Rock snarled.
With one hand tangled up in Rarity’s mane, Punk Rock used the other to slap her across the ass. The blow was potent and sharp, aching so wonderfully against her flesh. Though her suitor wasn’t content with only one as she delivered a second and third in quick succession.
Rarity yelped so wonderfully, mewing at her torment. She closed her eyes, feeling herself getting lost to the moment. There was no ache or pain as she felt her hole treated so roughly with Punk Rock plapping away at it without hindrance.
Punk Rock had endurance and strength, managing to hold onto her frantic tempo as she continued to hammer away. Though it was obvious that she was beginning to near that elusive little objective on the horizon. Her impending relief was given away by every breathy curse word and the growing irregularity of her rhythm as it began to tarry, just a little.
“Shame I don’t get to breed your cunt,” Punk Rock groaned.
She managed a few more thrusts though her tempo was really beginning to lose all rhythm. Though maybe this was for the best as Rarity could feel that lingering heat in her core, the pressure so desperate for an opportunity to be unleashed.
Punk Rock struggled ahead, tightening her grip as she broke through those final few paces. Her thrusts were so forceful at this point, almost desperate in their quality. Yet, she delivered them with strength, clapping her hips firmly against Rarity’s backside every single time.
Then the final thrust came as Punk Rock hilted inside of her pucker. A moan came gushing forth, oozing from between her tightly clenched teeth. It was coarse and rough, more of a snarl than a note of pure euphoria. Still, it marked the conclusion of their affairs as her cock soon twitched and she shot her seed deep into Rarity’s needy little hole.
They lingered together for a moment until Punk Rock finally loosened her grip, drawing her hand away and planting both of them upon her slut’s hips. She stayed like that for a moment, ensuring that Rarity could feel herself stuffed full of cock. Finally, she drew in a breath and pulled back, nice and slow. Her erection popped free with a blech of lube and cum both draining out of Rarity’s hole.
“Fuck,” Punk Rock grunted, quickly slipping her skirt back into place. “Not bad, slut.”
“Glad I could please,” Rarity cooed.
“Just a shame that I couldn’t get you to cum,” Punk Rock teased, reaching under that same skirt and fiddling with her panties.
Rarity cocked a brow. “Pardon?”
“Your pimp is offering free drinks to whoever can get you off,” Punk Rock explained, looking in the mirror and running a hand through her sweat-stained hair. “I was kind of hoping to get in on something like that, you know?”
“Is that so?” Rarity asked, scoffing.
Punk Rock nodded.
That did sound like something that Sunset Shimmer would do, adding another element to this challenge. And worst of all, Rarity had no idea if she’d have the strength of character to hold off against something like that. It would seem that Sunset was aiming for her to lose this little game that they were playing.
And honestly… that was kind of extremely hot, filling Rarity’s core with such an excited and sinful heat.
“Anyways, I’ll catch you later,” Punk Rock stated. “Hope I can hit up this place the next time you’re here.”
“Oh, I’m sure you could,” Rarity replied, batting her lashes. “We’re here at least once a month.”
Punk Rock smirked and slipped out of the door. Though Rarity wasn’t afforded even a moment of privacy as Sunset came back in. Her girlfriend seemed so proud of herself, taking a sip from a bottle of beer that had likely been bought using money earned off of Rarity’s holes.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “I haven’t cum yet if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Happy to hear it,” Sunset replied, coming over and roughly slapping Rarity across the ass. “I’d hate for you to lose so soon. I was kind of hoping to keep you going for the rest of the night.”
Rarity grunted at the blow, trying to seem calm, cool, and collected.
Sunset’s hand slipped downwards, collecting lube and cum upon her fingers before plunging two of them into Rarity’s hole. The gesture was forceful and brutish, so characteristic of a woman like Sunset Shimmer.
Still, Rarity cooed at the penetration, arching her back as Sunset started to casually pump her fingers in and out. She even found herself instinctively grinding back against these digits, desperate for the penetration.
“Man, I wish I could fuck you myself,” Sunset murmured, shaking her head as she placed her beer bottle aside. “Maybe if you’re good, and don’t cum for the rest of the night, I’ll get to enjoy your holes myself. Though I’m really doubting that you could hold out for that long.”
“You never know,” Rarity whispered, her voice so wonderfully strained. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Sure, you are,” Sunset chimed in, snorting in a manner that could only be considered dismissive.
Rarity couldn’t see the eye roll but she could feel it at this moment.
Sunset drew her fingers out and brought them into view, showing off the crude combination of cum, vaginal fluids, and lube which stuck to them. They were such a raunchy combination to be confronted with.
“Clean these off,” Sunset instructed.
Rarity obeyed, taking them between her lips and suckling them clean. They didn’t exactly taste good though that was part of the strange appeal of them. She had always had such a fascinating way of taking the disgusting and deriving such strange pleasure from it.
She had no idea what it was about debasement and humiliation but they were such a purifying presence within her mind. Together they created a euphoria that was more intense than the act of sex itself.
Sunset drew her fingers out and wiped them off upon the back of Rarity’s dress.
“Look at me,” she ordered.
Rarity pushed away from the wall, turning to face Sunset. Her legs wobbled underneath her, still fragile from the prior two rounds. As she looked at her girlfriend, she could see the utter amusement plastered upon her face.
“Hey Rarity?” Sunset asked, smirking.
“Yes dear,” Rarity replied.
Sunset spit in her face without warning.
Rarity recoiled, flinching away as the glob of saliva plastered itself against her cheek. It was then followed up by a firm blow right across her complexion, snapping her head to the side and leaving a burning palm print behind.
“Love you, you absolute whore,” Sunset teased.
Rarity groaned, touching the mark left behind. “Love you too, dear.”
“Anyways, you have two minutes before I bring in your next pair of guests,” Sunset chided, moving towards the door. “Please try and look a little more presentable, if you would. You kind of look like…” She snorted. “Well, honestly, you look like a well-used whore.”
Before Rarity could reply, Sunset had slipped outside, heading back into the hall. As promised, no one else entered right away, giving Rarity a few precious moments to collect herself.
A part of her wanted to wash her cheek, doing away with the spit that was now plastered upon it. Though she decided to let it linger, allowing that dollop to become like a depraved little trophy. She wanted to feel low and what was lowlier than leaving filthy spit upon her cheek.
Instead, she closed the toilet seat and sat down upon it, crossing one leg over top of the other as she waited patiently for her next suitor to arrive. No… next suitors… Sunset had definitely used a plural after all.
The door soon opened and the duo entered.
It seemed that Rarity was destined to sleep with a couple tonight. One of them seemed to be another pretty run of the mill frat boy with jeans and a polo shirt. Meanwhile the girl was wearing a lovely little cocktail dress.
There was something about the girl which seemed familiar to Rarity. Did they go to the same school?
Rarity gave it a few seconds’ attention but couldn’t recall. Yet, something was nagging at her, calling upon a strange sense of familiarity. It was vaguely like déjà vu though she knew that the connection was very real.
Still, she didn’t let it distract her from the task at hand. After all, she had a pair of figures that required her attention.
“Damn, what is a piece of ass like you doing in a place like this?” the Frat Boy asked, chuckling to himself.
The girl smirked. “Turning tricks to make tuition.” She pouted. “What the matter, dear, is your new fashion line not cutting it for you?”
Okay, clearly this woman knew of Rarity but she was still struggling to put a name to this prissy little face. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the high of passionate sex making it so wonderfully hard to pull together something coherent from the miasma of frantic thoughts and jumbled memories inside of her head.
This woman’s skin was a cyan blue and her hair was done up in a beautiful multicoloured fashion that was very trendy these days. Oh, how close Rarity wished to recalling this woman’s name and how painfully near it lingered, teasing her like a word stuck upon the very tip of her tongue.
The woman scoffed. “Sassy Saddles, we took classes together last year.”
Oh…
Oh no…
“Oh shit…” Rarity whispered.
“Oh shit is right,” Sassy growled, taking a step forward and getting right in her face. “You’re the bitch who cucked me out of a scholarship.”
“Sassy,” the Frat Bro said, holding up a hand. “This bitch’s handler told us not to leave any permanent marks, remember?”
Sassy rolled her eyes. “Then I’ll just have to get creative.”
She nodded towards Rarity, motioning for her to stand. An order which Rarity was only too happy to oblige. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she felt the nucleus of a fresh fear starting to fester away inside of it. Yet, she knew that she couldn’t back down, knowing that Sunset wouldn’t put her in any actual danger, would she?
Plus… fear mixed with her other emotions so nicely, adding to the raw thrill of things.
Sassy studied her for a moment before glancing at the toilet that she’d just sat upon. Carefully, she lifted the lid, peeking underneath. As this bathroom was locked away from any prying eyes, the toilet in here was spotless and clean with water that practically glimmered in the dim lighting.
“I guess this will have to do,” Sassy grumbled, glancing at her boyfriend and snapping her fingers together. “Fuck her hole.”
The Frat Bro smirked and looked at Rarity, shrugging at her. It was a very ‘what can you do about it’ kind of gesture.
Rarity was about to approach the wall but Sassy cleared her throat, pointing to the rim of the toilet instead.
“Brace yourself against this, you whore,” Sassy ordered.
Rarity swallowed a lump in her throat but obeyed, moving over to the toilet and bracing herself against the rim of it. She was bent over at the waist, lifting her hips high into the air. A moment later and she felt the Frat Bro stand behind her, lifting up her dress and exposing her lower half. He didn’t spare a moment longer than was strictly necessary before fiddling with his pants, doing away with the belt and unzipping his fly.
“God this bitch is already soaking wet,” the Frat Bro teased.
Sassy snorted. “Doesn’t surprise me, the rumours going around campus all say that she’s a massive slut who’s sleeping with like half the faculty to get passing grades.”
The slut part was true but Rarity would never dare use her abilities for evil like that. She had garnered those scholarships completely off of her own merits and if this half-witted seamstress thought that she could get away with such slander then…
Fuck, she was a paying customer…
Rarity shuffled aside such hostile thoughts, slotting them away for a later time when she could properly work through them. Right now, she needed to focus on their pleasure, her duties as a whore trumping everything else at this moment.
Instead, she flashed a sickly-sweet smile at Sassy. “I’m sure your boyfriend is going to enjoy getting to fuck the same pussy that gets me good grades, darling.”
Sassy scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Said boyfriend gripped Rarity’s hips and lined up the tip of his erection with her slit, probing and prodding at it. Though he only teased her for a few fleeting moments before drawing his hips back and then pumping forwards, slipping his cock into still wet sex. His initial penetration was so fluid, added to by the abundant sheets of arousal that clung to her lips.
This Frat Bro was a little larger than the prior two suitors which was a delicious treat, enough to fill Rarity up and ache a little as he hilted inside of her. His presence was enough to make her coo, shivering with a latent pleasure.
“Your cock feels divine, darling,” Rarity said to him. “Do you enjoy fucking my pussy?”
“Your pussy feels…” he stopped talking as Rarity noticed that Sassy was throwing a rather cold glare in his direction.
Good, she hoped that this prissy bitch choked on her own inferiority.
Though Sassy then turned her attention back towards Rarity, glaring at her instead. It was a cold glare, icy in its quality. This was the kind of glare that would come before a murder, the kind of glare that death would give to a dying man before claiming what little life he had left.
Rarity swallowed a lump in her throat.
“No permanent marks and she needs to have a pulse by the end of this, right?” Sassy asked.
The Frat Bro grunted and nodded quickly. “Sounds about right.”
He had now started to thrust, doing so at a tame but rapidly mounting pace. He was experienced in his tempo, timing himself and not going too hard or too fast. This was someone who was paying for a full experience and was going to get his money’s worth.
Though even he was mortal, slowly emboldening himself with every little thrust, pushing himself along to the tune of his own pleasure.
Sassy smirked and looked at Rarity. “Then I know how I’m going to get my fun out of this.”
She reached out and grabbed a hold of Rarity’s hair, seizing a nice fistful of it. Her grip was like iron, so tense and unforgiving.
“Grab her arms,” Sassy ordered.
The Frat Bro did as he was told, reaching out and grabbing both of Rarity’s wrists, yanking them firmly behind her back. He used them for leverage, digging his fingers into them as he started to go a little harder, hammering into her needy little hole. His grunts and groans emboldened with him, sounding so masculine and guttural in quality.
Sassy chuckled and shook her head. “Deep breath, dear. You’re going to need it.”
Rarity swallowed a lump in throat but inhaled, thankful for the warning. Though what came next was utterly predictable as Sassy sent her hurtling down, plunging her into the water. In an instant, Rarity was cut off from air, sending a burst of frantic bubbles flooding towards the surface.
She attempted to fight back, to thrash against her tormentors. Though with her hands restrained and Sassy’s firm grip holding her under there was absolutely nothing that she could do to overcome this. Hell, she even tried to kick back but her legs couldn’t find any purchase with that dick hammering into her again and again so mercilessly.
No, she was now at this bitch’s mercy.
The Frat Bro continued to hammer into her, growing more forceful and building up to quiet the tempo. Every little thrust clapped against Rarity’s backside and each of them managed to etch forth a fresh note of misery from Rarity as more and more bubbles escaped her parted lips, jettisoning towards the surface.
It was hard to conserve oxygen like this, feeling a fresh burn take hold and smoulder within her lungs.
Breathplay was nothing new but the brutality of it was, catching Rarity completely off guard. Though she couldn’t say that this was an unwelcome change of pace. No, not in the slightest.
She tried to focus on the cock inside of her, doing what she could to distract herself from the raw fear that was clawing at the back of her mind. Though not even the fierce ravishing of her pussy could hope to hold this impending horror at bay for long.
The seconds ticked along and the frat bro still tugged on her arms, holding them taut as he hammered his hips into her so forcefully. He slammed his cock into her over and over again. Surely, the clapping of their flesh coming together would’ve been pronounced if Rarity could’ve heard anything aside for the frantic burst of bubbles escaping her lips with every single thrust.
The fire in her lungs had grown to such a pitch, smouldering and burning with vigour. And she knew that there wasn’t that much air left within them. Her vision began to narrow, growing fuzzier than it already was. The pace of bubbles began to slow as she was running out of breath to surrender to each of this Frat Bro’s thrusts.
Just as the thought of impending death reared its head, did a small mercy arrive. Sassy yanked back upon her roots, pulling her forcefully out of the water at the last moment before she inhaled it.
Rarity gasped for breath, hacking and coughing. Her eyes must’ve been wide with fear as she noticed that her expression somehow made Sassy shudder with a strangely sadistic ecstasy.
“You’re lucky that you need a pulse by the end of this,” Sassy jeered. “Or I would’ve let my boyfriend finish inside of a fucking corpse.”
The Frat Bro grunted. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t turn me into a necrophile, babe.”
“Oh, please it’d hardly count,” Sassy chided, rolling her eyes. “She would’ve still been warm. I’d hardly call that necrophilia.”
“That is not a technicality that I wish to explore,” the Frat Bro chided.
“Me neither!” Rarity barked.
Sassy sighed and slowly shook her head. She continued to hold onto Rarity’s hair though she did give her a few moments to collect herself, giving her some preciously needed time to try and replenish her reserves of oxygen. Hell, she even reached forth with her free hand and carefully caressed Rarity’s cheek, stroking her complexion in such a tender manner. This was like the carrot that was supposed to come with the stick.
Though the quality of her affection was so sickly, like that which would come from an abuser or a villain. This was a parody of kindness, perverted so utterly.
“Oh Rarity, I don’t know what it is about you but…” Sassy lazily flicked Rarity’s cheek before drawing her hand back. “But I do love abusing you.”
And with that she plunged Rarity back into the water, giving her scarcely a moment to prepare herself.
Rarity dipped below the water but managed to hold onto enough of her composure to stop the flow of bubbles from rupturing forth once again. It was a small mercy but in moments like these it was the small mercies that she clung onto.
The Frat Bro’s pace was at its most fevered pitch, yet, frantic and forceful. Every thrust was potent enough that Rarity rocked forwards due to the impact.
And she couldn’t deny that it was extremely hot, very appealing in a fucked up way. It was filling her core with a purify and tantalizing warmth. There was a fire in her belly to match that within her lungs and it was growing with every thrust and each second of breathlessness. She knew that this was the fire of impending orgasm and there was little that she could do to fight back against it.
How could she possibly deny herself at this point?
Not even Sunset’s vague threats proved strong enough to stop her from thinking about her eventual climax. What punishment could possibly be worse than not allowing herself to plunge into the waters of euphoric orgasm at this very moment.
Still, she tried, legitimately furrowing her brow and tensing in order to stop her body from succumbing to this divine pleasure.
The Frat Bro’s pace had started to tarry, his tempo slowing as he started to trade in reliability for pure strength, slamming into her hole over and over again with such raw desperation. She couldn’t hear him but she could imagine the laboured quality of his breathing.
The first burst of bubbles escaped from Rarity’s parted lips, rupturing towards the surface. It was followed quickly by a second stale burst of breath. Her legs instinctively kicked out though like before they were utterly hopeless in their efforts to find even the slimmest amount of purchase.
She was helpless, utterly at Sassy’s mercy.
And fuck if that wasn’t utterly hot in some deeply fucked up way. She felt so much heat within her loins as her juices so abundantly oozed forth, coating this cock and draining down her inner thighs in literal sheets.
The Frat Bro was growing haggard, rushing towards the edge of bliss, so close to finishing. Yet, he continued to plap away, forcing himself to hammer into her with all of his rapidly fading strength. Rarity desired his seed, desired to be used.
Once more, the burn in her lungs was growing so worryingly intense, yet she powered through it, having no other choice in this matter. Though she knew that she was being held under even longer than before, feeling her burst of bubbles grow more and more feeble with every passing moment.
Rarity’s entire body ached so wonderful, left so sore by this assault upon her entire being. But there was divinity in this pain, a purifying quality that told her that she was doing a good job, being a good plaything who was prioritizing others before herself.
Yet, she needed to breathe; she needed air.
Though this obviously wasn’t happening as Sassy continued to hold her under. She obviously didn’t notice how worryingly sparse the stream of bubbles had become, reduced to little more than a pathetic trickle that was heading towards the surface in pitiful gurgling bursts.
Rarity was going to inhale water, she was going to die, she was going to…
Sassy yanked her back at the last second, pulling her back above the surface.
Rarity hacked and coughed, sounding so desperate for breath. She glanced at Sassy who seemed just so cocky in her demeanour. This woman had nearly killed her and she didn’t seem even remotely perturbed by this fact.
“It’s very interesting seeing how long you can hold your breath for,” Sassy teased. “Must be from all that cock you’ve been choking on.”
Rarity didn’t have the oxygen to respond and she was only given a few fleeting seconds to take in air before Sassy dunked her under once again, holding her below the surface. Her lungs still ached and a fresh eruption of bubbles soon came spewing forth, making the situation even more dire.
She tried to fight back but the Frat Bro proved far too capable in restraining her, holding her arms in place behind her back. All the while he was on his final few strides, pounding away with what little vigour he still retained.
Rarity’s pussy was so sensitive against this brutal usage, aching and just begging for release. Though with her composure otherwise distracted, Rarity didn’t really have the vigour or fortitude to deny herself any longer.
Thankfully, Sassy pulled her back after only a couple seconds, once more allowing her to wolf down air. She must’ve seemed so desperate for it.
“I think she’s going to cum,” Sassy teased, glancing at her companion. “Hold off for just a little while longer, babe. I think we’re close to getting ourselves some free drinks here.”
“Easier…” the frat bro grunted, straining against his own natural desires. “Easier said than done, babe.”
Still, he continued at it, plapping away at Rarity’s lower lips. He showed no restraint nor hint of allowing himself to finish, no matter how badly he obviously wanted it. And the worst part was that it was edging Rarity towards the brink, bringing her right to the precipice of euphoria.
Rarity tried, really tried to deny herself. She honestly did.
But finally, she cried out, surrendering her praise as the dam finally burst. Her voice was so strong as she moaned with surprising vigour. Her walls cradled the Frat Boy so tightly and she could feel her juices gush around his erection. He hilted one final time inside of her, clapping his hips so firmly against her backside.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice dripping with perverse pleasure. “Fuck!”
His cock twitched and a rope of spunk shot free, flooding her insides in a sticky sheen. It was followed by a second and third, each of them more potent than the last. Though eventually his pleasure started to taper off as well as his cock let out a few more feeble spurts.
Finally, the two of them lingered in their collective afterglow. Each of them was panting desperately for breath.
“That was good,” the Frat Boy whispered.
Rarity nodded. “It was.”
Though she winced as she realized that she had just failed her Mistress, surrendering her pleasure without her consent. Whatever the punishment was it was now destined to fall upon her shoulders and she could only hope for mercy.
Though she knew that neither her nor Sunset really wanted something like that. Sure, mercy was nice but being treated like dirt had a certain divinity that felt so much better.
The Frat Bro pulled back, jerking free from her pussy. With his departure, a belch of less savoury fluids came rupturing forth, draining down along her inner thighs. It was thick and plentiful, such a satisfying combination to feel as it evacuated her body.
“Looks like drinks are on you,” Sassy teased, winking at her.
The frat bro chuckled and patted her rump. “Thanks for that, hot stuff.”
Rarity glanced at him and watched him pull his pants back up, taking a moment to collect himself as he ran a hand through his hair. He seemed fatigued and that was good. After all, it was always nice to see that she’d done her job well.
Once he was ready, Sassy pushed away from the toilet, heading towards the door. There was a sway to her hips and a hop to her step as she made her way over. And she even offered a parting wave as she started to open the door.
“Good night, Rarity, I hope we get to see each other again on campus,” she teased, puckering her lips and blowing a kiss towards her. “I so look forward to getting to hold this over your stupid little head.”
With that she left and her boyfriend followed behind.
He seemed kinder, simply waving to her instead. “Don’t mind her, she’s uh…” He shook his head and didn’t finish that sentence as he slipped out of the washroom as well.
This left Rarity to collect herself as she closed the lid to the toilet and plopped down upon it. She ran a hand through her water-drenched hair, still not believing how intense that experience had been. Maybe it wasn’t the best that she needed more and more frightening scenarios to achieve climax but at the very least she appreciated the opportunity.
It took a few moments before the door opened and Sunset walked in. She didn’t seem upset but mostly cocky, swaggering into the room with her hands shoved into her pockets.
She was silent, studying Rarity.
“So, I came,” Rarity admitted, sighing and feeling her gaze flinch away.
Sunset snorted. “Oh, I’m aware.” She then shook her head. “You also look properly fucked, babe.”
“Sassy apparently had an axe to grind,” Rarity quipped, narrowing her gaze at Sunset. “She nearly killed me, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, well you’re still alive and clearly it didn’t deter from your experience too much if you still managed to cum,” Sunset chided, going over to the sink and looking at her reflection in the mirror. There was a dusting of white under her nose. “Which of course you’ll be punished for.”
“How much money have I made?” Rarity asked, hoping to change the subject.
“Well as of two minutes ago, you’ve made exactly zero dollars,” Sunset answered, offering a thin smile as she wiped at her nose. “Fuck my throat is killing me.”
“Zero dollars!” Rarity yelped.
Sunset nodded. “All your money went to paying for Sassy and her boytoy’s drinks.” She snorted. “You know how clubs can be.”
“Is that my punishment?” Rarity whined.
Sunset smirked and didn’t reply.
“Sunset!” Rarity huffed.
“Don’t take that tone with me, you dumb whore,” Sunset shot back, scoffing. “But no, it isn’t your punishment. That’s coming in a little while. But first, I’m horny as fuck and I need you to help me out with that.”
She snapped her fingers and nodded towards the toilet which Rarity was seated upon. A gesture which Rarity understood as she sprung to her feet and moved out of the way, glancing at the floor and failing to make eye contact.
Sunset settled down upon the lid and fiddled with her pants, undoing the belt and pulling it away. She then shimmied out of her pants and then her panties, exposing her lower lips underneath. They were glistening with such eager perversion.
Rarity took the hint and settled onto the ground in front of her girlfriend, leaning forwards and immediately pressing her lips against Sunset’s lower counterparts. She pushed her tongue between her folds and started to slowly lick along their length, parting them and pushing inside so carefully.
Sunset didn’t betray a moan as she instead looked at her phone. “God you really are such a pathetic bitch.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You got fucked by four people for essentially free and you’re still eating me out.”
A noise started to play from her phone and it took Rarity a moment to realize that this was her darling Sunset watching porn in the background. The sheer audacity of the action made her cheeks warm, filling her with such humiliation. She wasn’t even worth paying attention to, having about as much agency as a Hitachi wand at this point.
And worst of all, this treatment was working like a fucking charm, making Rarity rub her thighs together in eager anticipation. She wanted so badly to be treated like nothing by this woman and now that she was, she was so utterly turned on by the act.
It fed into her vigour, making her lick a bit more forcefully, working her tongue deeper and wiggling it around with such energy. She tried her best to judge her performance based on Sunset’s expression but her Mistress remained so stoic as she looked at her phone, betraying absolutely nothing.
Rarity’s mind began to wander, thinking of all the scenarios that could possibly unfold from this. She wondered how exactly Sunset was going to make her life miserable, what torments were about to unfold. Would she be beaten, battered, and bruised? All of these seemed like such a tempting prize.
Would she be debased and humiliated as well?
As her mind began to sort through these sinful concepts, she channeled her excitement into her tongue, licking and lapping away with hardly a care in the world.
“You are so fucking pathetic,” Sunset grunted, her first laboured note yet. “I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Rarity murmured.
This seemed to please Sunset though she still focused on her phone, watching what was apparently some rather rough porn considering what Rarity could hear. It was likely something quite sadistic in nature.
“I bet I could fucking kill you and your last thought would be about how much it pleased me to see you die,” Sunset teased.
Rarity’s eyes widened as she detected no mirth in that statement. And she hated how on the money Sunset was as Rarity’s fucked up little mind really began to fixate on that scenario. Oh, how she’d be willing to make that sacrifice if it meant bringing joy to one of her betters.
She licked and lapped away with no delay, continuing to devour her beloved’s pussy. Obviously, whatever she was doing was working. Sure, she couldn’t hear any moans or groans but she could feel it in the form of Sunset rocking her hips forwards and surrendering more of her juices.
Sunset then surrendered the first of her moans, a soft breathy note. Though her expression was still hard to read, impossibly stoic with only the thinnest of smiles offered.
Rarity continued, slurping and suckling, doing everything that she could. She’d eaten plenty of pussy in her life and used every trick that she’d been taught. She wagged her tongue, she suckled on the clit, and she swirled around inside of her Mistress in such purposeful little circles. Each motion got another note of pleasure from Sunset, so reluctantly surrendered.
Sunset rolled her shoulders and put her phone aside, instead placing a hand upon the back of Rarity’s head. She used her grip as leverage, holding her girlfriend in place and smothering her against her cunt. She was now soaking wet, absolutely drenched in arousal.
It grew hard to breathe though Rarity focused her efforts on the task at hand, lapping and licking away with such vigorous intent. She didn’t let a silly thing like breathing distract her from pleasuring her Mistress, putting everything into her tongue work as she pushed herself harder and harder. No, she didn’t tarry in the slightest.
Sunset gasped and shivered, looking like she was on the brink of climax.
Then the brink gave way as the finality of her orgasm came gushing forth, splattering against Rarity’s already tarnished complexion.
Rarity drank what she could and bathed in what she couldn’t, feeling the divinity of her girlfriend’s warmth upon her skin.
Sunset held her like that for a few long seconds before finally letting go. She was panting heavily for breath, the sound soon mirrored by Rarity who also laboured for the air that she needed to live.
“How was that?” Rarity asked.
Sunset scoffed. “Acceptable.”
She then grabbed her phone once again, unlocking it. “Now for your punishment…”
Rarity swallowed and her eyes widened as she realized that it was finally coming to a head, her torment now ready to be delivered.
“I accept my fate,” Rarity whispered.
Sunset snorted and continued to type away. Whatever the punishment was, it obviously wasn’t going to be immediate.
It took about a minute before something happened as there was soon a knock at the bathroom door. The sound was dainty, soft, and ladylike in nature.
Though most importantly, the sound put Rarity ill at ease. There was something off about it.
“Come in!” Sunset called.
The door opened and Sassy walked in, looking so arrogant and proud of herself.
“What’s going on?” Rarity whispered.
Sunset smirked and ignored her, instead looking at Sassy. “Keep her alive, no permanent marks, and have her back by four AM on Tuesday at the latest. Do you understand me?”
Sassy merely nodded.
With that Sunset stood up and adjusted her pants, heading towards the bathroom door soon after. She didn’t even stop to say goodbye as she exited, leaving Rarity and Sassy alone once again.
Sassy smirked. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun this weekend.”
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