Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 4 - Room For Change

... Sophie could do to nod. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. You want to fuck Miss Richardson, don’t you.” Sophie let out a little, involuntary scream of delight. I could not be sure exactly what Veronica was doing but I was fairly certain that her fingers had found a certain spot between Sophie’s legs, and was toying with it. “You had better answer me, Sophie,” Veronica continued. “You want to fuck her, don’t you.” “God, yes,” Sophie replied, her body shuddering and her back arching as if to plead for more pleasure. “I do.” Veronica removed her hand from under Sophie’s skirt. “Did you hear that, Miss Richardson,” Veronica said. “Sophie wants to get inside your knickers.” With that, Veronica lifted the fingers of her right hand to my mouth. Before her fingertips even touched my lips, I could detect the musky scent of sex which was coating them. Veronica pressed her fingers between my lips and found my moist tongue. “Taste her, Miss Richardson,” Veronica demanded. I began to suckle her fingers, the taste of sex beginning to fill my greedy mouth. Veronica slowly pushed her fingers in and out of my mouth, teasing it. My own arousal was now beginning to overtake me. Veronica moved her fingers out of my mouth and allowed both of her hands to move onto Sophie’s blouse, which was now looking far less perfect and pristine than it had when first arrived. “The thing is, I am well aware that you are always a bitch in heat, Sophie,” Veronica said, looking directly into Sophie’s ...

... eyes, which were now dark and radiating hunger. “You can never get enough to satisfy your dirty hunger, can you?” With that, Veronica tightened her grip on the lapel of Sophie’s blouse and in one sudden move pulled it apart, ripping the flimsy material and showering the changing room with a hail of buttons. Sophie’s torso was now exposed, revealing her breasts, which were firm and swollen within the confines of her exquisite, white satin bra. A delicious mixture of lust and shock was on Sophie’s face. Veronica slid her hand back up into Sophie’s hair and tugged the scrunchie a little further down. Her hair now looked disobedient and untamed, and her eyes seemed lost in wild longing. “What a dirty little bitch you are, Sophie,” Veronica teased. “What are you?” “I’m a dirty little bitch, Miss Hamilton,” Sophie replied, her voice now wanton and submissive. Veronica took hold of Sophie firmly by the shoulders, pulled her away from the wall and then pushed her casually but firmly back onto the chair in the corner of the changing room. Sophie collapsed into it. Her hair was now a tousled mess, her blouse was torn and hanging brazenly open, and her skirt was lying disobediently halfway up her smooth thighs. Veronica turned to me. “You know what you have to do, Lucy,” she said in a low voice, which was barely a whisper. I looked into her eyes. “You don’t need to say anything. You know exactly what to do.” Inside of me something broke. It was as though every second of my life had built to ...