The Bank Bust

Her hand pulls my head to her, grasping me as if she did not want to let me go. Some fridgid bitch she is I thought. I continue lapping at the juices that flow from her, listening to her moans and cries of pleasure. My own body filling with waves of pleasure, for there is no other pleasure as making someone cum.
My free hand roams down to my own pussy feeling the wetness that had started long ago, feeling my clit ache for pleasure.
 
Out of control I cry on and on, my throat growing tight. Till I try batting at her, pushing her away, she chuckles, I hate her still. But now, now I am her slut. Havig proven my need for her, and her ways.
How was such a thing evil though?
 
She starts batting at me trying to remove me from her body, her clit sensitive after its long overdue workout.
Lifting up pulling myself away from her free arm, I grab her wrist. "Fiesti little thing aren't you?"
 
The soud of her voice bringing me back to reality. I cry then, the tears run unchecked.
"Off me, you got what you wanted." But my throat is dry and tight from the cries I had made, and even now, as her fnger idly wandered and traced it's circles, little tremors ran through me.
 
Dana

"No one said I got what I wanted. I want many things, taking you is just a bonus." Withdrawing my finger from her. "You need to admit to yourself how lonely you are. That you don't enjoy pretending you are a bitch. That you want to be touched as I have just touched you."

I look at her, watching her eyes, senseing her indecision.
 
Shaking my head no, but my body screaming yes. My hand reaching softly out to her.
"No, I am not evil." But I stroke her cheek.
 
Dana

"You aren't evil just because you need affection. Everyone needs it. Who treated you so horribly?" I curl my face into her gentle touch, but watching her expecting a slap at any time.
 
I don't want her words, and pull away. But her eyes draw me.

"It is his will. I was weak, and he guided me." I am confused, scared more then before. But now, it is not death that frightens me, but living.
 
Dana

"Shh," I cuddle her, trying to console her. "He is not here now. You can live as you wish." I have never been in a situation where someone was hurt. I guess that is the good thing about being rich. Everyone hides their problems with money.
 
I flinch from her touch, though yearn for it. Torn between what he taught me, and what she has shown me.

"Will you let us go now?" Trying to see Mary, JJ still teasing her, though I know he had watched me. His eyes laughing as they meet mine.
 
Dana

"Ah, but that is not my choice to make, dear. You should be smart enough to know that." Watching her as she eyes JJ and Mary.
 
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