Page 136 of Feminized, Dominated, and Locked (Vanessa's Megacollections)
Chapter 9: Desiree Gets it Hard
Victoria's long fingers were knitted into my hair, under and around my bunny ears, forcing me forwards and backwards along Desiree's cock. I sucked and slurped at it as I fought to suppress my gags. Tanya had let me control the depth of her cock during my interview — Victoria had no interest in that.
She hadn't even given me time to process what I was doing. I'd never even seen another cock in person, much less touched one. Much less suck one! But once the shock had worn off, it wasn't much different than any other part of the body. It was hot and a little salty and musky, but it was just like sucking someone's fingers.
Except that fingers don't cum in your mouth.
"Look at her go!" Victoria cooed. "She is a natural at this, don't you think, Desiree?"
"Oh, yes, Victoria" moaned Desiree as I sucked her, her words coming slowly.
She was seated on the edge of the table, her feet just barely able to reach the floor. I was between her legs, Victoria behind me, driving the entire arrangement. Everyone had their eyes on us now — save for a few who seemed to be inspired by what we were doing.
"Don't cum yet, darling," Victoria instructed Desiree. "Save that sweet bunny cream until I get my way with you."
"Of course — ooh! — Victoria!" Desiree squealed as I wrapped my lips around her.
My cotton tail was bobbing in the air behind me as I worked her. I wiggled my ass at Victoria and privately thrilled at her loud, delighted giggle. Desiree's cock twitched in my mouth and I felt a shudder run through her body. For an instant, I was worried that something hot and bitter might flood my mouth, but the girl managed to hang on.
Well, if she wasn't going to cum, I wasn't going to stop sucking.
Not like Victoria gave me any choice. She had full control over my head and kept me sliding along Desiree's massive, bouncing length.
"Where did Tanya find you?" Victoria wondered aloud.
"She — she came in for the bartender position," Desiree managed.
Victoria tittered with laughter. "Well, she always had an eye for talent. My word, the tits on you alone would be a shame to waste. Put them together with that ass and those lips…"
She bent down and smacked my rear. My yelp was loud enough to be heard even around Desiree's thick shaft, which led to another round of giggling laughter from Victoria.
"Vic — tor — ia!" Desiree choked out, the woman's name coming in three distinct parts. "I'm — I'm going to cum —"
But before she had a chance, Victoria whipped my head backwards. Desiree moaned in agony as her cock twitched angrily in front of my face, slicked with my saliva. Her entire body tensed, fingers curling over the edge of the table, toes balling up in her heels. I winced, watching her cock, sure that I was about to get covered. But a shudder ran through the bunnygirl's body and she relaxed.
"Good girl," purred Victoria, releasing me and cupping Desiree's cheek with her hand.
She leaned in and took a kiss from the panting bunnygirl. Desiree glistened with sweat, her body wracked with heaving breaths. Her cock was still hard, though it was drooping slightly. Now it pointed at my breasts, not my mouth.
"Did that get you all loosened up, darling?" Victoria asked.
Desiree nodded and swallowed. She took a deep breath and I could see the energy returning to her body.
"Yes, Victoria," she said, her voice steady.
"Excellent. Shall we show the new girl what goes on at this place?"
Desiree stood from the edge of the table and nodded. "I've been waiting for you to ask me that."
Without being asked, she turned and bent over the table, her ass high in the air. The bunny tail wiggled above her, her long legs nearly straight. I couldn't help but stare, letting my gaze slide from her perfect rear down her slender legs to her towering heels. It was a pose of pure submission — one that I would have died for a chance to see on a girl I was going to fuck.
But something told me I was going to be posing that way instead.
"Desiree just looks divine like this, doesn't she?" Victoria asked. "I would simply love to see the new girl the same way."
Her voice dripped with threats and implications. I adopted the same pose next to Desiree, again feeling vulnerable and exposed. We were looking at each other, our heads almost resting on the table. Desiree was smiling, her mouth partway open, her eyebrows arched high on her head. If I wasn't already hard, just her expression would have been enough to get me there.
"Now isn't that just a sight," Victoria cooed from behind us. "Pretty as a picture."
Desiree yelped and bit her lip. Confused, I peeked over my shoulder and saw Victoria standing behind her, one hand hooked into Desiree's bodysuit, the other on her back. She had pulled the gusset to the side and ripped down the bunnygirl's pantyhose. Beneath was a poor excuse for a pair of panties: barely more than a strip of lace that Victoria shoved dispassionately to the side.
I realized what was about to happen just moments before it did. A flash of shiny pink, a thick, rounded tip poking upwards between her cheeks. Victoria's broad smile, bordering now on cruel. Desiree's nervous, excited whimpering. My own cock, rock-hard and buried beneath satin and silk.
For an instant, time froze around me. I could see the three of us surrounded by onlookers. The crowd was excited, wide-eyed and aroused. Desiree and I were the stars of the show, our shiny bunny outfits bright in the light from above. Green and purple satin, white tails and heels. Behind us, Victoria hefted her pink strap-on, its tip pointed straight between Desiree's cheeks.
She didn't have to tell me what I already knew. I was going to be next. That's why we were here: to be playthings for the club patrons. We might look pretty and serve drinks, but really we were here to serve everyone else.
The idea filled me with deep excitement.
Then Victoria plunged the strap-on into Desiree, and time started moving again.