The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... juices to me.” “Please!” she moaned, her lips smiling. “Don't do this.” He shoved his hands down her jeans and into her panties. Her bush was soft and damp. She gasped as he shoved a finger inside her warm depths. “If you really want me to stop, then say, 'Kyle, I'm not a submissive slut, please remove your finger from my vagina.' Say that, and I'll stop.” His thumb pressed on her clit, she moaned a second time. “Say it, and I'll stop making your naughty cunt feel this good.” “Kyle,” she whispered. “I'm not a sub-submissive slut, p-please remove....” He slipped a second finger inside her, pumping them rapidly in and out of her juicy sheath. “You didn't finish. You have to say the whole phrase.” He paused, kissing her neck. “Unless you are a submissive slut.” “No, I'm not!” she moaned. “Then just say the phrase!” “Kyle, I'm not a sub-sub...oh, god!” Tears glistened in her green eyes. “Please, stop!” “You know how to make me stop!” His other hand slid under her purple top. Her breasts were tiny, even though she was a Senior, and her little A cups that didn't need a bra for support. Her nipple felt tiny beneath his fingers, a little pebble for his fingers to play with. “You're a submissive slut, aren't you?” he demanded, pinching her nipple. “Just admit it. Ask to be my concubine, and I'll treat you just like you've always fantasized about alone in your bed. I'll make you my slut. I'll degrade you, humiliate you. I'll make you mine!” “Yes!” she moaned, bucking against the ...

... lockers as she came. “Yes! I'm a submissive slut! Oh, god! I've always thought about it! It makes me so hot just thinking about being used by a strong man.” “Then you'll be my concubine?” “Yes! Do whatever you want to me!” “Get on your knees and suck my cock like the bitch you are!” She dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans with great haste. Her green eyes shone with lust, and she kept licking her red lips. She stared in awe at his cock, then engulfed it with her mouth and sucked him like her life depended on it. He leaned back against the locker, stroked her blonde hair, and savored the girl's mouth. “That's it, dirty whore!” he groaned. “You're a good cocksucker!” Her tongue swirled around his tip, and then she bobbed her head. Her hand shoved into her pants, rapidly frigging herself. He enjoyed her blowjob for a few minutes, until he felt his balls boiling. He roughly shoved her off his cock. “On your knees, then beg for me to fuck you like the dirty bitch you are!” She shoved her jeans down her hips, followed by a pair of white panties. Her ass was flat and pale, and her pussy was easily visible through her downy, gold pubes. She had fat lips that, dark red, surrounding the pink of her gash. “Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am!” she moaned, looking at him. “Please, Kyle!” “You're my bitch forever, right?” “Yes!” She wiggled her ass at him. “I'm so horny! Please! I've never been so horny in my life! Use me as your fuck toy! Cum in me or on me, I don't care! Just fuck me!” ...