Wide blue eyes took in the morapped in the delicate fabrid Natalie let the white-haired girl admire her on for a moment. Yesterday and today had beey great for her ego. Not just her increase in strength, but all the stuff with Sofia. The scious part of Natalie would never admit it, but there wasn’t a person on the p she wao impress more than Sofia.

  And she was certainly impressed.

  “It’s so big,” Sofia said, almost in disbelief. “Is this how they normally are?”

  Natalie wouldn’t know, obviously, having only been with women, but she retty sure not. Her cock was defihicker, longer, and simply more intimidating than most.

  “Girls do it best,” Natalie said sagely.

  “You’re ridiculous.” W up the nerve, Sofia reached out and grabbed Natalie’s cock.

  Despite all of Natalie’s teasing, a shiver went through her, up and down her spine—a pleasurable trickle of electricity that heated her entire body up.

  Sofia. Sofia’s hand was on her cock, and soon she’d be jerking her off. The idea had her heart galloping in her chest. But she masked the rea as best she could. She cared more about embarrassing Sofia aablishing her superiority in this arena than anything else. Obviously, she wasn’t ied in doing this with Sofia for any other reason. Just proving who was better.

  The radiatihat came with even a touch of Sofia’s delicate hand was entirely from Natalie’s petitive spirit, and not because seeing Sofia on her knees made her wild with desire.

  “It’s … hot,” Sofia said. A sed hand joihe first, burying underh Natalie’s panties and ing around her length. “And seriously, so big. How would it even fit?”

  “You could always find out.”

  Sofia met Natalie’s eyes, then blushed furiously and looked away. “I couldn’t imagine a less pleasant task if I tried.”

  “We’ll take it at your own pace,” Natalie said. “By the end of the week, I think you’ll be singing a different tune.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Obviously,” Natalie said. “Why wouldn’t I want yht pussy squeezing around my cock?”

  Sofia’s eyes widened, and she started sputtering. “Do you mind? Don’t be so crude.”

  “I ’t help it, when your reas are so cute. Look—you ’t eve my eyes now.”

  Sofia defiantly dragged her gaze up, only to st about one full sed before they skittered back down to Natalie’s cock.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  “Yo is incredible.”

  “Says you?”

  “Just shut up and enjoy your handjob,” Sofia growled.

  “And stop teasing you? Nah. The best part of this is you, princess, not your hands.” Natalie savored the flush that statement drew for a moment, then tinued, “Besides, enjoy it? You’re really not that good. I think we’ll be here for a while.”

  Sofia frowhen, chewing her lip for a moment, finally flipped Natalie’s skirt higher up and reached for her paugging them down, she freed Natalie’s cock, then, with two hands, started really w her and down.

  Natalie paid close attention to Sofia’s rea to each of her statements, because as much as she wao tease Sofia, even insult her, she didn’t io dig into actual insecurities o too far. But she knew Sofia; taunting would only ence her, inspire a desire to do better.

  Though definitely embarrass her, too—but Natalie was getting the impression that being a bit rude turned Sofia on. It wasn’t hard to see that Sofia was a little repressed.

  Also, the taunting over Sofia’s skill was half true; Sofia was, frankly, not very good at this, since she had obviously never jerked someone off before. And she didn’t have the natural talent Jordan did. That said, Natalie had to feign her uedness. At the shivers of electricity going up and down her spih each long stroke of Sofia’s two hands, moans and whihreateo break out. Obviously, she wouldn’t give Sofia the satisfa of that.

  For a moment, the two of them sat in silence, Sofia stroking up and down Natalie’s cock. It was a bit surreal, getting to be here, having Sofia pleasure her. The sight was almost as good as the sensation. Sofia really, really looked good on her knees. Being her subservient cock-servicer.

  “You did great at yesterday’s petition, by the way,” Natalie said suddenly, the words ing a bit out of nowhere. “I never got to say that. You really are incredible. Incredibly annoying, too, but also one of the best fighters I’ve ever known.”

  Sofia’s stroking stilled, and she raised an incredulous look to Natalie. “Really? You’re saying this now?”

  Natalie wasn’t sure why she had either.

  “It’s a sotion prize,” Natalie said. “I didn’t want to be too mean.”

  “You’re unbelievable.”

  Natalie ughed.

  For nearly a minute, Sofia worked studiously away, stroking Natalie with two hands. Slowly, as the time passed, a froeared. She tried pig up speed. Natalie maintained a perfectly ued air—though it wasn’t the truth. Having Sofia’s hands on her was promising. Natalie was, oddly, a bit thankful that Sofia really was inexperienced and not that good at jerking her off; she might not have sted too long otherwise.

  Finally, Sofia let out a frustrated growl.

  “Does that really not feel good?” she asked. “How long will we be here?”

  “A while, at this pace,” Natalie lied. “But I guess I give you pointers, since you hem. But it’ll cost you.”

  “e? What does that mean?”

  “Good question.”

  Natalie made a show of thinking about it. What could she extract from Sofia in exge for helping her along? Something embarrassing. That was the whole point of—well, all of this.

  An idea popped into her head, and Natalie grinned.

  “What?” Sofia demanded.

  “First, from now, you have to call me master.”

  The statement hung in the air. Sofia’s stroking even stopped.

  “You have to be kidding,” Sofia said.

  “And I want your panties for the rest of the day,” Natalie tacked on.

  Sofia stared at her.

  “Though I think I would’ve taken those anyway,” Natalie mused. “You don’t really have a choice. It’s pretty great that you just gave yourself to me for a week. I get you’re repressed, but that’s a little desperate, Sofia.”

  “Fine,” Sofia said.

  Natalie blinked, briefly taken aback. She’d accepted? Natalie had expected more protesting.

  “Sorry?”

  “Fine. I’ll do that. Now, tell me how to do better.” She frowned down at Natalie’s cock, which her hands were still ed around. “Because I’m obviously not doing more with you, and people are gonna start talking. I don’t get why this is taking so long.”

  Natalie had at least expected Sofia to haggle, or at least showcase her e, but then again—obviously this poor, repressed woman wao be bossed around. Reading Sofia was hard in some ways, but here? Not at all.

  “Hm,” Natalie. “Okay. But say please.”

  Sofia gred at Natalie’s cock—pointedly not her eyes—and tio stroke. “I just agreed to those—those ridiculous demands, and now you’re tellio say please?”

  “Yeah.”

  A long moment passed.

  “Please,” Sofia said—and the words sounded like they’d been dragged forcibly out of her.

  “Please, what?”

  Sofia stayed silent for a moment, then, tersely, said, “Please, master. Tell me how to pleasure you better.”

  The words washed through Natalie, more potent than Natalie had expected. She shivered in pleasure, and Sofia nearly jumped in surprise as her cock twitched in her hands.

  Instead of being satisfied at finally having gotten a visible rea out of Natalie, Sofia’s face just turned a new shade of red.

  “Why did you like that so much?” Sofia asked. “What’s wrong with you?”

  That was a good question. Natalie wasn’t sure herself.

  “So,” Natalie said, ign what had just happened. “Lessons. I’ll tell you what you’re doing wrong.”