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My eyes drop to her red-painted lips.
They are wet and succulent. Their lusciousness causes an irresistible desire to kiss them, lick them and…ride them, to sweep over me. My eyes flutter shut for a brief second, and I imagine sinking my teeth into the plump skin of her bottom lip. They look deliciously sweet.
I swallow.
“Yes.”
She offers a sly grin, a carnal hunger twinkling in her eyes as she palms my cheek and grazes my lower lip with her thumb. “Behind this door there are ten, horny, beautiful women waiting for you…”
Ten women alternately fucking me? My god! This knowing is thrilling and intoxicating.
“…Two of them will greet us once the door opens. They will be nameless. Each woman will be wearing colored masks covering their eyes. These masks represent the colors of our flag, like the scarf I had you tie over your eyes. Speaking of which, where is it?”
“I left it in the car.” She disarms her car’s alarm and tells me she needs me to go get it and bring it to her. I do as I am told, feeling her burning gaze on my ass and hips. I return a few seconds later, handing it to her.
“Thanks. Now as I was saying. Some will want to finger-fuck you, maybe in your pussy, maybe in your ass. Others will want to tongue you. And, some—if not all—may want to fuck you…”
My breath quickens. My pussy clenches. Her words, the promise of being fucked dirty and raw, have become a powerful aphrodisiac.
“…with dildos or strap-ons, or both,” she pauses, letting her gaze drop slowly to my swelling breasts. My nipples have become hard with want. She reaches out and cups one of my breasts, bouncing it gently before grasping a nipple with her fingers. She pinches it over the fabric of my dress, and I gasp. My clit swells in my panties. “At some point you will be blindfolded, again, and your hands will be tied. You will be fucked and sucked and stretched beyond your slutty imagination. Everything you’ve said you wanted is behind that door waiting for you.”
Thoughts of fingers fucking my ass, my pussy, while a cock is fucking my throat, pushing past my tonsils and stretching my neck, has me practically drunk with want.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Oh, shit. I forgot. She said no underwear. And my panties are sodden with heated lust. I nod. She steps into me, hiking my dress up over my hips and skating her hand over my pussy. Her sudden aggressiveness takes me by surprise as she goes into script. It is brazen and sensual. “You sweet, messy slut. Can’t follow simple instructions, I see.” She plays with my clit over the fabric. A soft moan bubbles out from the back of my throat as her hand slips into the waistband of my panties. “Take these off. You won’t be needing them. Or would you like them ripped off of you?” My underwear sticks to the folds of my horny pussy as she inches them down over my hips. They drop around my ankles and I slowly step out of them.
Tamara breathes in the air around her. “Mmmm. I smell your arousal. I can’t wait to see you getting fucked.” I blush, attempting to squat down to pick up my underwear. “No,” she says, grabbing my wrist. “Leave them.”
I blink. She leans in and licks my bottom lip, her hand slowly sliding down my body. “Sweet messy slut, pretending to be little Miss Innocent. Miss Money Maker. You’re nothing but a horny bitch.” Her mouth covers my taut nipple, clamping it between her teeth over the fabric of my dress.
My pussy is dripping, liquid heat dampening my inner thighs.
She pulls back, her gaze burning through me. “You want it rough? You want it dirty? You wanna be fucked senseless, filthy bitch? You want to feel the ram of a thick cock deep in you, don’t you? Well, tonight you will get exactly that.”
I groan.
Oh, god, yes!
I ache for Tamara to fuck me—right here on this filthy porch with its chipped paint and ivy-covered walls. Ache to have my orgasm mercilessly fucked out of me. To have my face pressed up against one of these dirty windows and be fucked from the back, deep and fast and hard.
Dammit, let’s fuck and get it over with! I know she feels what I feel.
Tamara peers into my eyes. She sees it. She hears what’s in my head. My hungry want. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes. But you already know this.”
She pulls me into her. Gives me a long, slow, juicy kiss that lingers long after she pulls back. Her hand continues downward, up my dress, her fingers searching through the neatly trimmed triangular patch of hair.
I part my legs, slightly, welcoming her in. She cups my pussy, then smacks it. “You’re going to be fucked like the slut you are,” she sneers, narrowing her eyes. “Is that what you want, whore?”
I wanna be your whore! I want you to fuck my slutty pussy!
“Yes.”
“Are you wet, yet?”
She doesn’t wait for my answer. She plunges two fingers into me, pushing through more wetness than I could ever imagine possible. She moves her fingers deliberately until she hits my G-spot and swishing sounds overwhelm me.
