Gassy Rehab part 2 - Sex Stories

Gassy Rehab part 2

... prettiness off of her face..." Brenda whined. Sam looked up at her, with a pleading look in her teary eyes. "No, if you punch her then that means, out of fairness, that I get to punch her as well, and she'll have 2 black eyes then which we'd get in trouble for." Wanda explained. "Aww ok..." Brenda sighed in disappointment. Just before she got off her, Brenda clenched her knuckles into a fist, and slowly pressed them down against the tip/bridge of Sam's nose. "You're so fucking lucky, bitch. I could so easily bust your pretty little nose and you wont be smelling anything for weeks!" Brenda warned her. Sam closed her eyes as the tears strolled down her reddened cheeks, expecting to be punched. All she got instead, was one last slap before Brenda crawled off of her. Wanda quickly budged her butt up over Sam's stomach and sat down on her chest, much in the same way Brenda had just been sitting on her. "Open your eyes bitch, I want you to see my hand slapping you!" Wanda gleefully ordered Sam. Sam opened her eyes hesitantly. *SMACK!* She slapped her hard across the cheek. Sam let out a loud groan of pain as she closed her eyes again. Her cheeks were stinging so bad. "Open your fucking eyes, bitch!" Wanda ordered her. She slapped her again for refusing to open her eyes. "I said, open them!" Wanda continued to impatiently order. Sam begrudgingly and hesitantly opened her eyes. *SMACK!* With each slap, Wanda and Brenda would laugh cruelly at Sam. "Have you learnt your lesson yet, ...

... bitch?" Wanda finally asked after a few more slaps. "Yes!" Sam cried out. "You sure? I still got plenty more slaps in me if you feel you need a little more revision?" Wanda tauntingly asked. "I've learnt my lesson! Please! No more!" Sam cried. "Aw, and just when I was having fun playing teacher!" Wanda playfully remarked, making Brenda chuckle. "Please! No more! Just get of me, please!" Sam begged. Wanda held her fingertips up to her nose and sniffed them. "I think some of Joy's fart smell rubbed off this bitch's cheek onto my fingers..." Wanda said scrunching up her nose. "Eww dirty bitch!" Brenda scolded Sam in disgust for having had her face farted on. "Here, let me wash it off for ya!" Wanda smiled and paused for a moment. Suddenly she spat right in Sam's face. Right between her eyes. Sam let out a sharp groan in shock with her eyes closed tightly shut. She could feel the nasty warm spittle drooling down the bridge of her nose and sore cheeks. "There we go." Wanda chuckled as she pressed the palm of her hand into the sticky mess on Sam's face, rubbing it all in roughly until most of it absorbed into Sam's wet reddish skin. Sam shook her head trying to wipe her face on something, anything. She tried to rub her eyes and cheek against the white cloth-covered thighs of Wanda. "Don't fucking wipe it on me, bitch!" Wanda warned her, moving her thigh away slightly, just out of Sam's reach. Sam still felt rather blinded by Wanda's spit. "Shall I be nice and clean her face for her?" ...