Playdate with Popcorn, Part Eight
Penthouse held me open as he let Popcorn flog my cunt. For the most part, I stayed still of my own volition, trying to affirm that I was the good girl she said I was. Amidst the gasping and bucking, I tried to keep my eyes on her. This left me so incredibly subspaced that I wound up slumping back over once Penthouse let me go.
“Can we use the zipper on your pussy?” Penthouse asked and I nodded, moaning softly.
They pushed me up onto my knees, with my head still resting on the bed and my ass and cunt exposed. Popcorn applied the clothespins over my labia and clit. I was a mess of moans and whimpers as they took turns trying to flog the clothespins off of my cunt.
“She’s such a good girl,” Popcorn echoed, “I can’t get over how well-behaved she is.”
Penthouse chuckled, “it’s only because you’re here. Usually it’s all ‘Daddy this’ and ‘Daddy that’." I felt myself blush.
By the time we had finished up, it was about four in the morning. Popcorn gave me a kiss and thanked me for allowing to play with her. After she left, Penthouse brought me some water and helped me into bed, curling up beside me. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, satisfied, and fell asleep to the sound of him telling me how proud he was.