Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

I had plenty of time to process what had happened at Jupiter and, afterward, at Amber’s place. In a way, it scared me a little. I’d done things I’d never even dreamed of doing, partly because I wanted to please Violet and Amber and partly because… I wanted to. I think I liked that side of me. That ultra-dirty side of me that would do anything for an orgasm. I liked how it made me feel. Yes, it was a little out of control, or at least out of my control, but I liked that too. Violet had opened up a side of me that I hadn’t even known existed a few months ago.

Over the next few days, I found myself unable to stop thinking about, not only what I’d done, but what was next. Each time we got together she pushed me further and further out of my comfort zone. I hadn’t forgotten the promise to let Amber hurt me. I still wasn’t sure what that meant. Not entirely, despite her having given me a little taste, biting and scratching me while I was tied down on her bed. The idea both scared and fascinated me. What would she do and would I actually like it? Would I get off from pain? I had no idea, but I found myself constantly thinking about it and needing to know. Strangely, I began looking forward to it.

It didn’t help that Violet teased me about it. The constant reminders kept me thinking about it at random times. As always, she kept me off-guard. It was her game and she played it well. I’d get texts at all times of the day.

Good evening, dirty girl. Amber says ...

... hello.

And

Have you been a good girl today? Remember, good girls aren’t allowed to come without permission.

And

It was nice seeing your soaking wet panties at the drive-thru. How long has it been since you’ve come?

Six days. Six days since they’d tied me down on Amber’s bed and made me come. Six days since they’d taken pictures of me naked and sent them to a guy I’d fucked at a glory hole at a club and then filmed me as I was coming and sent him that too.

Six days of not being able to think about anything but the next time…

Getting desperate yet, dirty girl?

Yes, Miss. Very.

Good. Soon. Promise.

Followed by one from Amber that took my breath away.

What do you want, Jenny?

I thought about that for a moment before replying. I wanted to come. But… I didn’t think that was what she wanted to hear… I typed out my reply and hit send before I could think about it too much. Before I could change my mind.

I don’t know?

A moment later, my cell pinged.

I think you do know. You’re just afraid to admit it.

I felt a little sick. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. Even worse, I could feel my pussy soaking through my panties.

oOo

Soon wasn’t soon enough, at least for me. Three more days of waiting. Three more days of being able to think about nothing else. Three more days of getting a diet Pepsi and fries at the drive-thru. The first time I’d had my skirt hiked up so she could see how wet my panties were. The second… I wasn’t wearing any…. And the ...