Handling the Hybrid Read online

  “Wait a minute—is that the problem? You thought I wouldn’t want to do it? Wouldn’t want to kiss your soft little pussy through your panties?” Both black eyebrows raised in a look of disbelief.

  “Well…my Aunt Deelee says that lots of male slaves don’t like it,” Tandy confessed. “Especially ones who were, uh, caught in the wild instead of raised to servitude. So I thought—”

  “You thought I wouldn’t like it.” He rumbled laughter and shook his head. “You really don’t know anything about Kindred, do you, little girl?”

  “What about Kindred?” she demanded.

  But Vrox only shook his head.

  “I tell you what,” he told her. “If you really want to know how I feel about kissing, licking, and tasting pussy, do me a favor and go change those panties you have on right now.”

  Tandy looked down at the more-than-respectable shimmery black panties she had on which matched her skirt. They were slightly larger than usual, covering her entire pussy thoroughly. She had to admit she’d picked them because they were a larger pair and she wasn’t sure how Vrox would feel about showing her obeisance.

  “What’s wrong with my panties?” she asked blankly.

  “They’re too big—they cover too much,” Vrox growled, still eyeing her hungrily. “If you want to know how I feel about kissing you there, do me a favor—go find the tiniest, naughtiest pair of panties you own and put those on. Then you’ll see how I feel when I kneel before you and show you my respect, little girl.”

  Tandy hadn’t known what to say to that but there was a challenge in the big Kindred’s mismatched eyes that she didn’t want to back down from.

  “All right.” She had lifted her chin and gone to change and then they had left for the garden party.

  Now, standing in line in the long, dark hallway that led to the bright, open garden and waiting to be announced to the party, Tandy wondered if maybe she had gone too far. She looked down at the panties and shifted her hips nervously. Her new under-things were still black but instead of the thick, opaque fabric of the pair she’d taken off, these were made of see-through lace.

  They consisted of a band of stretchy, frilly fabric that encircled her hips and a tiny triangle in front that barely hid her pussy mound and the top part of her pussy lips. At the triangle’s lowest point, two lacy black bands diverged in either direction. Instead of covering her, the strings basically framed the lower part of her pussy lips.

  The panties weren’t the absolute naughtiest she owned but Tandy felt like they gave the big Kindred a choice. If he wanted to, he could just kiss the lace triangle over her pussy mound. If, however, he really liked to pay obeisance, well, the open bottom of the panties gave him options there too.

  They were a bit daring, even for a gathering on Yonnie Six. Most Mistresses just wore panties with a discrete slit in the middle if they wanted their slave to kiss more deeply than a normal pair of underwear would allow. But Vrox had challenged her to put on a pair of naughty panties and Tandy hadn’t wanted to back down from that challenge.

  She could feel her heart pounding as the Mistress in front of them and her slave were called to be announced. She couldn’t forget the fact that though she had seen obeisance paid by slaves often enough, this was the first time she was ever going to have it paid to her—the first time a male had put his face anywhere near her pussy.

  Tandy couldn’t help wondering what it would be like.

  “Get ready,” she whispered to Vrox as the courtier at the head of the hallway beckoned to her. “Here we go. ”

  “I’m ready.” The light of anticipation was in his gold and blue eyes. “More than ready to pay my obeisance to you, little girl.”

  “Mistress—call me Mistress,” Tandy reminded him in a whisper.

  He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

  And then they were climbing the steps of the announcement platform and the courtier dressed in Lady Badonkadonk’s colors of orange and purple was reading her name from an elaborate holo-scroll which looked like expensive parchment, though it was actually just a 3-D light projection.

  “Attention if you please,” the courtier said importantly as Tandy looked out over Lady Badonkadonk’s garden and the many guests it held. “Announcing Lady Tandace Sweetbottom, heir to the Late Mistress Zora, owner of the Star-Spire Tower of Opulex and founder of the Society for the Humane Treatment of Slaves.”

  Because she still wasn’t a full-fledged Mistress, Tandy still had to be announced using her late aunt’s credentials. But if things went well today and during her final test with the Sacred Seven tomorrow, she would be announced with only her own name and accomplishments at the next formal party she attended.

  Speaking of the Sacred Seven, Tandy could see Mistress Sinda and at least two other members of the Yonnite ruling Council were in attendance today. Lady Badonkadonk’s annual garden party was always a lavish event and not to be missed.

  Then her mind was abruptly drawn away from the crowd and her musings about the future when Vrox dropped to his knees before her.

  “Spread your legs, Mistress,” he growled, looking up at her. “Spread wide so I can pay you obeisance.”

  Tandy widened her stance and became suddenly aware that her new panties had ridden up. The triangular patch that covered most of her pussy was pushed so high it now covered almost nothing at all. She started to readjust them quickly but Vrox caught her hand in his.

  “Leave it,” he murmured and his mismatched eyes were filled with hunger. “I like them that way, Mistress. Makes it so much easier to get to you.”

  Then he placed a gentle kiss on her palm and released her hand to press his face between her legs.

  “Oh!” Tandy tried to stifle the little sound that escaped her lips, which was half moan/half a cry of pleasure as his hot mouth met her naked pussy. But somehow it came out anyway.

  As though he was determined to prove to her how he felt about this particular act, Vrox didn’t do anything in half measures. Instead of kissing her gently or tentatively, he tongued her open immediately with a long, hot lick that started at the entrance of her pussy and slid, long and slow, all the way up to the top of her slit.

  Tandy gasped again as she felt his hot tongue drag over her sensitive clit. Vrox wasn’t even pretending to kiss her panties—instead, he was tasting her openly—lapping her pussy in front of all of Yonnie Six high society with obvious hunger and lust.

  “Vrox,” she moaned as he did it again…and then again, sending shivers of desire and need through her entire body. “Oh Goddess, please…”

  The big Kindred seemed to take this as an invitation to do even more because he wrapped his arms around her thighs and split her wider, propping one of her legs over his broad, bare shoulder so he could get his tongue deeper into her.

  Tandy cried out and grasped the railing of the platform behind her with one hand while she buried the other in the big Kindred’s rough black hair. He was sucking her clit now—drawing the hot little button of flesh into his mouth and torturing it sweetly with the tip of his tongue before withdrawing to give her long, slow, deliberate laps with the flat of his tongue.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tandy knew things were probably going too far but she couldn’t seem to stop. She could only hold on for dear life and moan as Vrox pushed her higher and higher with the hungry way he was devouring her pussy.

  “Excuse me! Excuse me, slave!” the courtier who had announced them hissed at him after a few minutes of the public display. “The next Mistress is waiting to be announced! You must stop now and leave the announcement platform at once!”

  Vrox looked up, his blue and gold eyes half-lidded with lust, his mouth shiny with her juices.

  “You can go fuck yourself,” he growled at the courtier. “Not goin’ anywhere until my Mistress comes on my tongue. I want to taste her honey right from the source.”

  And then he went back to lapping her, his hot tongue caressing her swollen folds with rough, hungry strokes that made Tan