Chapter 173

Holding Camille’s head firmly in place, Natalie thrust into her throat, picking up speed as the girl’s tight tunnel squeezed her on all sides. Camille clung to Natalie’s thighs, desperately hanging on as the rough treatment jerked her head back and forth. Her face turned red under the harsh treatment, eyes watering as Natalie’s hard slaps coated her lips and chin with a mess of saliva. Natalie mercilessly abused the woman, exactly as Camille had requested. Thrusting, claiming her, without an ounce of regard for her comfort. Camille tried to pull away, but Natalie kept her in place, thrusting hard, enjoying her hole. What better way to help her loosen up, right?

“Fuck,” Natalie gasped, her hips moving more on their own than anything, addicted to the heat pulsing through her. “That’s it. Good girl. Keep it going. Just relax.”

Camille kept struggling, so Natalie grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down, hard, stuffing her cock into the girl’s throat. With an intentionally painful grip on her hair, Natalie squashed the girl’s nose into her, grinding her face around. She savored the sight of Camille’s eyes going crossed, her throat bulging around as she choked and convulsed on her cock. The resistance stopped; Camille accepted her fate, big green eyes watering up at Natalie.

Panting, Natalie’s stomach tightened as Camille’s wet hole massaged her with each reflexive gag, her unpracticed throat incapable of holding Natalie. Between her legs, too, Camille’s illusory double was licking and teasing at her clit. Every time Natalie thrust forward, Cam’s mouth would bump into her, grinding her nose in. The two-way pleasure was making it increasingly hard to control herself. Not that she was having much restraint to begin with.

For a while longer, Natalie continued to abuse Camille’s throat, but eventually, the struggling returned—and even became desperate. Genuine, rather than the token, instinctive efforts of before. Natalie released her. Camille popped off, Natalie’s cock sliding from her throat with a lewd squelch. The woman bent over and started coughing and sputtering. The sloppy throatfucking had left saliva drooling down the girl’s chin, staining her uniform in dark splotches. Natalie’s violent plunging had ruined her makeup, too, with tears smearing down her cheeks. She looked a complete mess. The sight sent a thrill through Natalie.

Camille took a gasping breath in, steadying herself as Natalie watched—still being pleasured by Cam, down between her legs—then finally wiped at her mouth and glared up at Natalie.

“T-The hell? Do you mind? What was that?”

“You told me you liked it rough.” Natalie leaned down and grabbed Camille’s chin, then shook her face from side to side. “So I’m doing what you begged me to.” Natalie wiped the saliva from Camille’s chin up across her face, violently rubbing the sticky substance over her, leaving her even more of a sloppy mess. “Slut,” she said, driving the point home. Sputtering, Camille leaned away, trying to escape.

Camille’s cheeks burned red, and she glared up at Natalie. But Natalie could see the real reaction underneath, her lust plain from how she was being handled. Natalie, while prone to getting carried away, wouldn’t treat a partner like this without having had her implicitly request it—and even then, without getting such obvious feedback. Sure, Camille had been struggling, but Natalie was experienced enough to tell when it was part of the act.

Camille rubbed her throat, clearing it a second time. Her voice was a little raw when she spoke. Which was fair. Natalie had fucked it pretty thoroughly.

“Well. Regardless. It’s not me you’re even supposed to be using. She’s your toy for today.” She gestured at Cam. “I just wanted a taste. I already told you, I’m not so easy.”

As if to agree with Camille, her illusory clone’s tongue curled into Natalie, her fingers digging into Natalie’s waist as she happily ate her out from beneath. Natalie’s back arched at the sudden ramp in intensity, her breath catching as Cam explored her. Camille, watching the two of them, smirked at her reaction.

“She’s pretty good at that, isn’t she?” Camille didn’t give Natalie a chance to respond. Looking at her clone, she said, “But that’s enough foreplay. Let’s get to the fun stuff. Lay down.”

As usual, Cam obeyed, and this time with less hesitance than before. She shuffled over to Camille and lay down, putting her head in Camille’s lap. She looked up at Natalie expectantly—hand covering her pussy—and so did Camille.

“Alright then, have your fun,” Camille said. “Do whatever you want. You have my permission.” She laughed. “And she’s not even real, so. Really have your fun. What better opportunity?” She smirked. “And, consider this your screening exam. I’m seeing if you’re good enough for the real deal.”

“The real deal?” Natalie repeated, amused, as she got down on her knees between the illusory woman’s legs. She pried the girl’s hand away from her pussy, which Cam had been covering bashfully despite the eagerness she’d laid down and spread her legs with.

For a moment, Natalie admired the sight. Cam was freshly shaven, no pubic hair, just smooth, flush skin. Natalie pressed her palm against the girl, grinding it into her, and Cam shivered, hips bucking into her touch. She really was so easy to make react. Would Camille be the same way?

After teasing for a bit, Natalie shuffled up. She laid her cock against the girl’s crotch, and her length stretched from the bottom of the girl’s pussy, up her stomach, and nearly to her navel. She worked her hips back and forth, sliding the underside of her member into the girl’s slit. Camille’s saliva mixed with Cam’s wetness, re-lubricating Natalie’s length.

Natalie watched Camille’s face as she did so, enjoying her expression. How she watched with a heated gaze, biting her lip at the display. Natalie’s teasing was, apparently, affecting Camille as much as the illusion herself. She pulled back and lined herself up. She stayed that way, hovering at Cam’s entrance, savoring the anticipation in Camille’s eyes. Cam also stared up at her, lower lip quivering. In the end, Cam was the one to run out of patience: she tied her feet behind Natalie’s back and forcibly tugged her forward.

Natalie groaned as she pressed into the girl’s hot tunnel, Cam’s pussy squeezing around her as she sank in. Cam’s head fell back into Camille, sucking in a breath of air as her eyes closed in ecstasy. Natalie pushed deeper, inch after inch sinking into the clone’s tight pussy, until their hips were flush. All the way in. Kissing her cervix. Natalie shuddered, staying there for a long moment, letting the bliss wash through her.

“Does it feel good?” Camille murmured. She held her illusory clone’s head in her lap. “My pussy around your cock?”

“It’s ... amazing,” Natalie grunted. She grabbed Cam’s hips and lifted her up, pulled back, then drove her cock in deep, slamming the two of them together with a hard smack. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”