You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

... jungle BIMBO outfit!?"

Daphne's eyes shifted away, her hands moving to fix her loose top, "Umm.... that isn't exactly true. She... She didn't kidnap us... nor did she dress me up."

Looking back at the maid incredulously, Jenna blinked, "What? What do you mean she didn't-"

"I was the one who agreed to come here with her... we wanted some place more comfortable to wait for you to wake up... and she offered me some clothing since my dress got quite... dirty. Plus, considering the moment... and the circumstances-"

"She want to fuck more. We come here to fuck more." announced Gianna from behind, her arms crossed.

The wealthy woman turned to look back at her, the futa's massive member still hard. Gritting her teeth, "Wait... wait you can't honestly say that you... actually... enjoyed this?!"

Daphne looked back at Gianna. Biting her lip. "Umm... yes... yes I did..." Turning back to Daphne, "Can you really not say the same?" Jenna's jaw dropped, aghast. Gulping, "Even a little?"

"En-enjoy it? Impossible! Why the hell would I ever enjoy such a disgusting, depraved, filthy, vulgar, and... and- and..."

The wealthy woman's tirade was cut short, the words catching in her throat. Closing her eyes and turning away, Jenna bit her lip, the feelings flooding back to her.

"And what, Lady Jenna?"

The question hung in the air, silence stretching out like a blanket. The maid gazed upon her mistress, transitioning from a nervous, self-conscious expression to that of a ...

... knowing look. Jenna's breath was shallow, her body trembling. She knew she had to deny it, to tell Daphne she detested the entire experience. Yet as she tried to open her mouth, she found her voice failing her. Every time she attempted to speak, a thought returned to her.

The feeling of the jungle futa's rod pressing against her entrance. The heat of her breath. The weight of her muscles. Her scent, sweaty yet earthy. Finally, with a sigh, Jenna spoke in barely a whisper.

"It's nothing, Daphne." Taking another deep breath, "Regardless of your savagery, we must be going."

Gianna tilted her head at that, her raven hair falling over her shoulder. "Leave?"

Rolling her eyes once more, "Yes, well, while this has all been lovely, I have a boat waiting for me and I don't have time to play. Besides, you've had your fun with both myself and my whore of a maid, so why keep me around?"

As the insult lashed out from her lips, Daphne winced at its impact. Seeing this, Gianna crossed her arms, eyes narrowing, "Because you clearly not learn lesson the first time."

"Oh for god's sake, look, I am truly sorry for my transgressions against your kind, okay? I should not have called you a savage." Crossing her arms, "Happy?"

Gianna shook her head, "You already say sorry, but tone says you are not."

"Then what lesson are you possibly talking about? I didn't gather much else aside from that you like fuh-cking just as much as my maid," sighing, "apparently."

Straightening ...