European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... bitch. OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHEEEE!!!” Coming hard, a gush of pussy juice covered Olivia’s already slick face. The intensity of her orgasm surprised even Greta as she cooed in the last waves of its pleasure. It was more than a day since she’d last cum, grinding her snatch into the big-titted cunt’s face, and combined with the skill of her slave’s new tongue, Greta had squirted more than she had for a very long time. Clearly learning her place, Olivia still lapped Greta’s drenched sex frantically, wailing as she did so. In no rush to stop the pretty little girl’s pain, Greta stroked her hair softly while she continued to lick, squeal and wiggle her cute little arse. But, regretfully, the toy had to be turned off or that pretty pussy would be damaged permanently. So, grabbing the bitch’s hair, she threw her to the floor. Blind to it coming, Olivia had no time to brace herself, her head hitting the carpet with some force, her hips still writhing as the pain intensified. Standing and walking over the damp patch on the floor where her juices had fallen, Greta stood over the wriggling girl and knelt, her pussy slapping wetly on Olivia’s belly button, to lean over her face. Her eyes were closed and so, to make her attend, Greta twisted a nipple hard. Her beautiful blue eyes opened to see a smiling Greta holding the little black box in her hand. “My, my,” Greta pantomimed surprise, “that was quite a performance. An expert cunt licker already! Now you have made me cum, would you like me ...

... turn off that hot toy inside you?” Barely hearing what Greta said over the pain, Olivia did hear the last bit and immediately answered, desperate to get the evil object out of her. “Yes, mistress,” she wailed, “It hurts so much!” “Well, as you did such a good job,” Greta said, her dripping cunt juices pooling on Olivia’s belly, “I suppose I could. As soon as you thank me.” “Thank you, mistress, thank you so much.” “What for?” “For…for,” the writhing girl hesitated, “for letting me lick your cunt.” “You are welcome, whore,” Greta thoroughly enjoyed this psychological torture, “would you like to do it again sometime?” “Yes, mistress, please, anytime. Please, mistress, let me lick your cunt just…just please…” “Very good, sweetie, I will enjoy you lapping my cunt. So since you have been so good ...” Twisting the girl’s soft breast again to make her look up, she then very theatrically pressed the red button. Though off, the dildo was still very hot and Olivia continued to thrash about. After a minute or so she began to calm, Greta enjoying her last few writhing movements and groans. Putting down the box to roughly squeeze Olivia’s tits, her talon fingers again dug into flesh. “What do you s…?” she asked. “Thank you, mistress,” Olivia instantly interrupted despite heavily breathing, “thank you so much.” “You grateful little slut,” Delightedly leaning in to force her tongue down Olivia’s throat, Greta kissed her forcefully, pushing her head deep into the luxurious carpet and listening ...