Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 by Trent Evans

drew her fist up to the top of his shaft, then the skin stretching as she pumped down, firmly squeezing him at the base, the edge of her hand pressing into the heavy sac of his scrotum. She loved the raw power she felt holding Sir’s big penis in her hands. She could give him pleasure and feel his maleness, under her control for once. She thought she could do this for hours, never tiring of the feel of his hot flesh in her palms.
    “Such a good girl. Harder now, faster.” He grunted as she worked him quickly now, using both of her small fists to stroke the entire shaft at once. She could feel him swelling anew, the muscles of his thighs tightening against her arms.
    “Now,” he ground out.
    Kathryn’s hands batted Erica’s away from Blaine’s cock. His hand wrapped around the twitching length, jerking it swiftly. “Pull that shirt back up. Higher.”
    Erica obeyed, feeling the embarrassing sway of her breasts as his gaze alighted upon them. She wasn’t sure how much he could see in such darkness, but judging by the languid rumble of his voice, it was enough.
    Kathryn held the blanket up enough that Blaine could masturbate himself, but keep everything hidden from view. His pumping fist became a blur, and he urged Erica to move closer. She did, the hot, heavy head of his cock occasionally slapping against the inner slopes of her breasts. She watched it, entranced, knowing he was almost there. She screwed her eyes shut.
    “No, Erica,” Kathryn said, her voice thick. “Open them. You watch him come. Get those tits closer.”
    His hand yanked her head up once more, and she whimpered at the pain. He held her head immobile, her scalp protesting at the biting sting of his tight grip. The slit in the congested head of his cock gaped, and Erica flinched as several thick spurts of semen erupted forth, coating her breasts in hot ropes of white fluid. His body shuddered after the last spurt, and he rubbed his seed into her skin with his still hard penis, the big head slipping into her slickened cleavage. He chuckled as he slapped the heavy shaft several times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds making Erica want to drop straight into the Earth.
    She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to see it all over.”
    Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.
    “There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress held in her outstretched palm.
    “I think we need something else for those nipples of yours.”
    “Mistress, please.”
    “No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we talked about, slut?”
    “I—I don’t know.”
    A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again. Think.”
    The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d talked about many things. Where was she going with this?
    Blaine’s hand whispered a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”
    “It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin, her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her brain apparently shuts