Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2

... even harder to make sure that I feel it. I arch my back and push back into him because I know that’s what he likes. Immediately I know that I’m good at this – not necessarily the eating pussy part, but rather, being the obedient, submissive girl in the middle. I take my spankings like a good little girl while I lose myself between Mandy’s legs. For a few minutes I’m their disoriented plaything, but eventually I gain enough composure to look up at Mandy while I’m eating her out. I notice something unusual about her. She looks commanding and controlling, but also slightly mischievous. She still has her wine glass in her hand, which seems to accentuate her lust for indulgence. Her eyes are menacing. They are crisp, sharp, and focused, and she peers into me, smirking like a mad Queen, hedonistically drinking wine while she pompously watches me humbly service her. Her cunt is raw and untamed -- stripped barren – deforested – it’s like scorched earth. I’m feeling the full force of Jason as his thickness invades me, but I’m also feeling the full force of her. She’s authoritarian and tyrannical, guiding my face between her legs with handfuls of my disheveled hair. I can hear her begin to breathe erratically as I practically suck her clit right off of her, but just as I think I’m about to make her cum she retreats across the bed, sliding her wine glass onto the nightstand. It’s the King’s turn, now. He flips me over on the bed like I’m a playing card – the kind with pictures of nude ...

... girls on them. I’d make a ridiculous playing card, though. My makeup and Mandy are smeared all over me. My hair is in tangles and I have red handprints all over my white ass from my boyfriend’s spankings. I lean my head back and look up at Mandy. She’s the one that looks like she belongs on a playing card, not me. She looks pretty and pristine and untouched as she kneels on the bed next to me. She’s busty and pretty and seems properly poised and balanced. I feel askew. My boyfriend is still inside me, between my spread legs, my pussy having torqued around his big shaft as he flipped me over. He slaps my right breast for no other reason than to make sure I continue spiraling into complete submission. I moan as his big thrusts begin to stretch me open. “AH! Fuck! Fuck! Please! Please! Please!” I’m begging now, but I’m not even sure what for. Jason seems to know. He gives me a short, hard slap to my face. It’s a lustful show of dominance that falls flush on my cheek. It stings, but it also seems to call-out and intensify the energy around me. Somehow this makes the moment feel more real, and I welcome it. “Harder.” I squeak in a muffled beg, stiffening from the pleasure. “Wow. She’s a kinky little bitch, ain’t she?” Mandy says, smiling a big, white, surprised smile. She seems giddy at this realization and she seems eager to stress test her hypothesis. She crawls on top of me, biting a long, wet, violent, winding trail all over my chest and stomach. My body is tense, hard, and ...