European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... the outline of the cone’s widest part visibly distending her taut skin. To relieve some pressure in her hole and on her cervix, Olivia shuffled her knees together as much as the toy allowed, to raise the base off the ground. Then the sobbing girl knelt motionless, her heavy breathing making her reddened breasts bounce slowly, to wait for whatever Greta would do next. “Should have done it yourself, eh, cunt?” Greta said, “Now show how sorry you are.” Taking off her jacket, Greta meticulously folded it and put it on her desk, doing the same with her shirt, tailored trousers and bra and knickers. Then, taking a small black item the size of an electronic car key and still wearing her high heels, she turned and sat on her chair, her pussy about a foot from the kneeling girl. Olivia blinked away some tears and for the first time stared at Greta’s naked body. Her skin was in good condition for one probably in her 40s. With not an ounce of extra fat, she was lean and obviously muscular, good definition to her abs, her breasts little more than puffy nipples. If anything, the super fit German looked even more intimidating without her leather. Olivia had seen that pussy with its triangular crown of short blonde hair before and knew what she had to do. “Stick that tongue out,” on command, Olivia obeyed, “Yah, good. You know what to do now.” “Yes, mistress,” Olivia stuck her tongue out at the end of each answer “What?” “To lick you, mistress,” and stole herself mentally for what she was ...

... about to do. “Where?” “Your…your…” pausing, unsure of what word to use, “pussy?” “Cunt, you stupid slut,” Greta snapped as she inched forward on the chair, spreading her legs and slowly moving her pussy lips closer and closer to Olivia, “And why are you going to lick my cunt?” “Because,” Olivia was again unsure what to say but tried ...“my mistress has told me to.” “Very good,” Greta said, moving closer, “And because you are a pretty little cunt licker, I am going to be very kind. Because you are a weak English bitch who cannot handle being a little chilly, I am going to treat you. Once you start lapping my cunt with that lovely new tongue, I will press this button.” She held up the small black box, “I will not press it again until you make me cum, so just as before, it would be in your best interests to do a good job. Now lick me, whore!” Sliding forward a final few inches, Greta slammed her pussy into Olivia’s face. As her nose plunged into Greta’s folds, the smell of sex hit and she heard a click. Putting her tongue right inside, she began licking from the bottom of Greta’s vagina up to her hooded clitoris. She had scarcely begun when Greta grabbed her head and pulled her violently into her crotch. Coughing for air, she couldn’t breathe until she got her nose out of Greta’s lips but still she kept licking, only occasional heavy breathing from Greta showing any effect. Soon, however, Olivia felt something else, a very gentle warming deep inside her pussy. Her eyes widened as ...