Isi's Story (pt 2) - Sex Stories

Isi's Story (pt 2)

Isi’s Story (Part Two) Isi started to regain consciousness from a shallow and troubled sl**p, she thought it was just a nightmare but then she felt the binds that held her tightly to the bed and quickly realised that all the shame she had been f***ed to receive wasn’t a dream at all, it was a living nightmare. Her eye lids flickered as she tried to accustom them to the dim but piercing light from the single unshaded light bulb hanging from the grubby ceiling. “Oh,” she heard Susan say, “our young slut bucket’s awake at last”. In the distance Isi could hear some mumbling then a heavy clunk as the phone was put back on its cradle. “They both said yes” John said cheerfully, “£50 each”. “Well my sexy Indian beauty,” Susan chuckled, “as the weather is still too bad for you to walk we’ve arranged some additional entertainment for you, and even better we get paid for allowing someone to use you.” Isi was still feeling groggy and wasn’t really taking in anything that was being said to her, “I’m thirsty,” she moaned. Susan looked at John, “she’s just in time for a drink too,” she said to the man who had so cruelly f***ed himself into the young Indian lady’s mouth and cunt only a few hours earlier. As isi’s eyes grew more accustomed to the light she could see that they were all still naked. Susan pushed some sort of gag into Isi’s mouth which held it open, she was unable to close her mouth now. “Thirsty are we?” Susan asked huskily, and with that she spread her thighs open and sat on ...

... isi’s face, her cunt resting on the gag in the twenty nine year old’s mouth. Isi tried to hold her breath but couldn’t, she inhaled once again the smells from between her assailants cunt lips, it was clear that the older woman hadn’t washed since Isi last smelt and tasted her, if anything the aroma was now stronger, smellier, dirtier. “Oh my God no,” thought Isi, “surely not.” Then it happened, just a trickle at first, Isi tasted Susan’s piss on her tongue, she tried to turn her head away from it but she was held firmly in place by the older lady’s thighs. Isi didn’t want this, she tried to keep her eyes tightly shut but she was just too curious and opened them as the golden flow from between Susan’s cunt lips became heavier. Isi watched as Susan peed, the stream directed straight into the Indian girl’s mouth, Isi had a choice, swallow or choke. Her mouth filled and the strong smelling amber fluid spilt over Isi’s face and into her hair, she felt the pressure of the stream of piss against the back of her throat which made her involuntarily swallow, she gasped and before she knew it she was swallowing again, she realised that though the idea of what was happening abhorred her she actually quite liked the taste, she drank the remainder of what Susan had to give willingly. “Now lick it clean,” Susan ordered her, “and don’t miss any.” It wasn’t easy doing this with the gag still firmly keeping her mouth open but Isi did as best she could. Eventually Susan lifted herself of the ...