Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... cake tastes as good as it looks."

Furrowing her brows, an act that nobody actually saw, Rhea asked, "Taste? Aren't ya gonna get on with the actual bummin'?" Rhea was willing to accept the pain of going in unprepared if it meant getting to the finish line sooner.

"Now, Rhea, I know how ready you are to kiss that sweet little cherry of yours goodbye, but, let's just say, hypothetically speaking, I don't break you? Would I really be able to forgive myself if I went through all that trouble and didn't get to taste your ass?" Charlotte explained, grabbing hold of Rhea's paper-thin g-string and pulling it down, a chill hiking up The Nightmare's spine.

Despite this, she managed to recover quickly enough to respond, "I thought toppin' me didn't mean anythin' to ya?" Probably Rhea's best "ah-hah" moment of the encounter so far, one that she was particularly proud of since it didn't leave an immediate answer back.

When The Queen did find her words though, she argued, "Well, it doesn't. Trust me, that wasn't a lie because if it really did, than I would've already fucked you when I beat you in front of the entire world and earned this booty. If I really cared, I wouldn't give you the privilege of experiencing your fall from grace in solitude, without everyone who used to fear you watching along, laughing and cheering at your expense. Does that make any sense, Rhea?"

Of course, after several long, silent seconds to process everything Flair had just said, Rhea fired back, ...

... "Whatevah."

"Whatevah, whatevah, whatevah," Charlotte mocked in a surprisingly solid Australian accent (genetically superior, after all) as she pulled the pair of gelatinous mounds known as Rhea's Ripley's butt apart, her blue eyes immediately locking on Rhea's brown eye. "I'm getting real sick of hearing that, Rhea. So, why don't you try and shut up for a change while I eat your asshole, huh?"

Rhea, aggressively fighting the urge to comeback with "whatevah" yet again, stayed silent. Nothing she could've said would really benefit her anyway, especially not when her ass cheeks were spread apart by another woman who, in mere moments, would be licking her asshole in preparation for something much, much bigger. Hell, all of the mouth-running she's already done was just delaying the unfortunate inevitable which, ironically, Rhea was only just now realizing went against her entire mission statement: get this over with and get back on top. So for now, she swallowed her pride and took Charlotte's advice, allowing The Queen to commence.

"What, no weak comeback? No pathetic dismissal?" Charlotte asked, a little surprised; no response. "Well good. Like I said, I don't wanna hear it. So keep up the great work, bitch, and don't open that filthy mouth of yours until you're ready to moan for me!" As much as Rhea wanted to turn around and slap Charlie silly, she kept her cool, letting out a little grumble to show her understanding, Charlotte ignoring the reaction and instead licking ...