Hidden under all those tentacles was a big, puffy slit, letting out juices into the water. The thing her mistress had called a cunt was bigger then hers was. The pink, throbbing cunt was bigger then Ariel’s whole head and seemed to move with a life of its own. Ariel tried to move closer, wanting to see more of her mistress’s perfect cunt. Why couldn’t hers be this beautiful and big? She found swimming to be harder without a tail, but through the sheer desire to do her mistress’s bidding, she made it in front of the slippy hot box.

Looking closely at it, the fire that had started in Ariel burned brighter. Just looking at the wet, sloppy cunt was enough to turn her own. Her own hands gripped her breasts and she would have started fingers her own cunt if her mistress hadn’t spoken up.

“What are you waiting for! Get to work! Lick my cunt now or you’ll be punished!”

Recoiling at the sound of her mistress’s voice, Ariel did as she was told without hesitation. Sticking her tongue out, she leaned in, giving the slick, puffy lips a nice long lick. Ursula shuddered in pleasure. Having someone go down on you is great, but when that person isn’t under a spell it’s even better. She looked down past her huge, black breasts and saw the top of Ariel’s head as she lightly licked her mistress clean. Frowning, Ursula demanded more. “Slave! Go Faster! Go deeper! Now!”

Pausing for a few seconds to compute her mistress’s command, Ariel did as she was told. Plunging her face directly between the huge, plump lips and wiggling her head in. With urgency she squirmed her skull past the stretched out lips, pushing on into the throbbing pink inside. She started shaking her head, trying to lick at the wrinkled walls of the pussy, but finding herself unable to strain her neck enough. Grabbing onto the flabby sides of her beloved mistress, Ariel forced her shoulders into the tight open, feeling things getting hotter as she squirmed herself in. She had to please her mistress, even if it meant feeding herself to this second mouth called a pussy.

“Yes!” Ursula squealed as she was violently stretched around the head and shoulders of her new sex slave. She was wiggling madly inside her, not in the way most of her prey did when she swallowed them, but in a way that her body was rubbing up against every inch inside her. Grabbing tightly onto her huge, fat breasts, Ursula helped further the pleasure, finding herself now the one moaning like a slut. Her new sex slave was not experienced but she was energetic and that made all the difference.