The Twins - A Bitter Hatred

[little_golden]

Jordan didn't remember the trip to the car.....

"Fuck Hattie Hatcher...." she mumbled as she left the restaurant staggering in awful display of unladylike intoxication.

The car door just seemed to be there for her as she collapsed inside. Momentarily her eyes closed as she drifted away:

[Flashback]

Jordan remembered an incident just a few years back. It had been a family visit to Orlando Florida. It had been the first week of March. Mom and dad had allowed the young women to travel around a bit on their own. Porsha had insisted they check out the beaches in Daytona Beach. They had a rental and headed off together. Dad’s condition was that we went together. The idea being that if I went along we would get in only half the trouble if I went along.

Driving from Orlando to Daytona took about hour as we traversed I-4. Porsha had picked out a little red convertible and I had anticipated a relaxing quiet trip to the beach and maybe a dinner out and returning back to our hotel room in Orlando later that night. As luck would have it – it was anything but quiet and peaceful.

We got a motel and changed into our bikinis. Mine was a dazzling yellow, while Porsha wore white. They were string bikini's with Porsha's showing a whole lot more than mine. She was eager to strut her stuff and meet some boys. Due to the high volume of tourists we couldn't find a motel room on the beach itself and had to settle for one on the outlying areas - Almonte Springs or something like that.

The closer we got to Daytona Beach the more motorcycles we saw. By the time we got to Daytona the motorbikes were everywhere. They were on two wheelers, three wheelers, sport bikes and classic Harleys. There were rough looking men from 18 to 68, and some rebel looking women too. The men were dressed mostly in muscle shirts, t-shirts, jeans and leather jackets. The women, well, they were in thongs, and bikinis mostly. Both the biker men and their girlfriends sported a variety of tattoos, body piercings and menacing looks.

We had a hassle parking, but Porsha simply laughed.

“Fuck it” she had told me in frustration then she parked in a handicap zone. We hurried out of the car and walked a block to the public entrance to the beach. As we walked, we attracted a lot of stares and a few whistles as we walked. I was scared. Porsha just smiled at them. It sure seemed she loved to get attention....

The beach was beautiful, white, sandy and hot. The ocean water was a turquoise blue and the sun sparkled across it as the waves slowly rumbled in and out along the beach. To my shock it was loaded with bikers and their girls. The regular tourists, like us, were nowhere to be seen. There were tons of vendors flocking motorcycle stuff from seats to helmets.

“Don’t do that!” I scolded her, “you’ll encourage unwanted attention”. Porsha seemed to have been smiling at some rough looking bandito types.

“Relax…. Get mellow… Blend in” Porsha had tried to coach me.

As if testing my patience, the next guy that showed interest in us, she started talking to. She asked him for a cigarette and just made small talk. It took her a couple of minutes before the biker was offering us a ride on his hog and wanting us to party with his pals.

Before I could say a word, Porsha had told him “Right on!”
He signaled to a second biker, a heavy set guy, with a dark beard and he pulled up beside me. Porsha easily slipped behind the first guy and the second biker simply lifted me onto the back of his copter. I wanted to scream but the roar of engine would have drowned it out.

In less than a half hour after parking and changing into our bikinis, we were now on the back of two motorcycles with our arms wrapped around bikers trying to hold on as they drove the streets amongst hundreds of bikers. After a short ride we pulled into a motel along the beach strip……

It wasn’t exactly a nice looking motel. There were motor bikes in every parking spot. A party atmosphere pervaded the place as evidenced by blaring rock music and a crowd of people around the pool, on the private beach area and hanging around the downstair motel doors and balconies.

The girls had been hurried into room #23, on the second floor and once inside, they meet four other bikers who seemed to be snorting a white powder that looked like icing sugar.

Jordan memmory was getting foggy.... then it came back. That bitch Porsha had tricked her into taking a small line of the white poweder. It had sent her brain spinning and more than loosened her up as she was cajoled into giving four bikers blowjobs while Porsha entertained in the bedroom....

[End of Flashback]

Jorda was startled as she heard Anthony speaking...

She didn't know what he said.

"Yeah - please take me home... I'm not myself...."

 

[poohlive]

Anthony looked her once over, his drunk routine coming to an end. He had only been a little buzzed, from drowning all the booze in that short amount of time, but he hadn't had a drop before. Just a little act on his part, one he played quite well, come to think of it.
He drove around for a little bit, big circles. Something to make it look like he was taking her all the way home. In truth, there was a motel room he had gotten just a few miles away.
He pulled into it, getting out of the car and helping Jordan to her feet.
"Here we go sweety, home sweet home. Don't worry, I'll take you in. You need your sleep."
He took out the keycard, swiped it, and then opened the door. A relatively small and clean room stared back at him. He hadn't actually looked at the place, but it seemed to be what Porsha wanted.
He helped Jordan onto the bed, letting her get under the covers. Making sure there was little light on, and in her condition, he didn't think she'd be able to notice.
"Shhhh, I'll get going. See you later."
He went to the far side of the room, picking up the phone. He called Porsha's number.
He had done his part.

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Sorry, everyone. Work has kept me offline.

IC: Porsha stood and looked down at the very drunk Ken. She smiled as she took his glass.

"Hon, I don't think you need anymore," She almost purred, her plan coming into place. "In fact I think what you need right now is a bit of rest."

She bit her lip. If she kept him here Jordan might walk in on them before she had time to seduce him all the way. Anthony was good but if that little bitch sister of hers shook off whatever it was he gave her and came home...

Then again, if she put him in the car and drove him to his place he could sober up enough to think about poor Jordan and take on that stupid loyalty act. Fuck it! She would do what she could in the time that remained.

The phone rang and she went to answer it while Ken tried to sit up straight. It was Anthony and Porsha smiled at the news he had to give her. Keeping her voice low she said in a harsh whisper.

"Good work," She said a grin on her face,"Now dont leave until Mel gets there and then get out of there and meet me tomorrow. I have something planned for my dear sweet uncle. Give me the motel and room number before you go, though."

Writing the information down she terminated her own connection and looked over at Ken. She didn't want the man to wait too long. Quickly dialing, she spoke into the phone.

"Melanie? Yeah, Porsha. Listen, I want you to go to this motel room. Meet Anthony and he will give you the key to a room. I am sure you will find the surprise in it to your liking."

Putting down the phone, Porsha had a hard time keeping back a guffaw of pure delight. Melanie had tasted her sister once and had begged Porsha to set something up with her again. Now seemed like a perfect time to follow through on an old promise.

Walking back to the inebriated Ken, she stooped down and helped him to his feet, putting her arms around him as she guided him to one of the downstairs bedrooms.

"Come on, love," She said as they entered the room. "Time for you to sleep off your medicine."

Laying him down on the bed, she began to undo his shirt, talking to him all the while.

"You know, Ken," She said her hands gliding with practiced ease as she unbuttoned his shirt,"I admire the way you are so patient with my sister. You two have been going with each other for a long time and I know how...well, fridgid...she can be. She wraps herself up in a shell and just won't let anyone in. Sometimes I wonder how you can hold your own needs at bay while she decides if she is ready or not. And all her charity work. It takes her away so much. How do you stand the loneliness?"

His shirt was open now and he was looking at her with glassy eyes but she knew her words were penetrating. Running her hands along his chest as if she was unaware of what she was doing she sighed.

"I have often told her that if she really loved you she would put you first. But she won't listen to me. She never does. You would think she would put you as her first priorit instead of every stranger and stray she meets."

Her hand had brushed lower, toward his belt line, inching down to where she knew his manhood was hard. She had noticed his arousal earlier. Now she was testing just how far she could push this without him suspecting what she was doing.

 

[SecretDesires]

Melanie

Melanie smiled and licked her lips. She didn't know what Porsha was up to but she was sure that it was something nasty. Nasty for whoever was in that motel room that is. Melanie was sure she would have some delights waiting for her tonight. Porsha always came through.

Driving up into the parking lot, she spotted Anthony's car and parked by it, waiting for him to come out and give her the key to whatever room he had stashed her present.

Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited for his appearance.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan eyes faded in and out. Now she was more than tired she felt as if her brain was mush.

I shouldn't be drinking... ever she warned herself as she let Anthony help her inside the house.

Jordan didn't remember the stairs to her room... just the warm covers....

"Goodnight..." she mumbled.

"Thanks"

 

[poohlive]

Anthony smiled, letting one of his calloused hands caress her soft cheek. She went to sleep, out like a little baby in her crib. So peaceful, so relaxed.
Such a beauty.
Sighing, he turned to the door, where headlights shone through the closed shades. He had a feeling of regret, for just a moment. A prank was one thing, but who knew what Porsha really meant to do.
He didn't want anything to happen to the girl. She might be a prude, but she was nice and innocent.
He brushed away a strand of hair, whispering a goodnight before coming out to the parking lot. Melanie met her there, looking as if he had kept her waiting over an hour or so.
Anthony handed her the key, "Just don't hurt her."

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Laying prone on the bed Ken tried hard to put things in prospective, to remember just where he was and who he was with. He heard a voice above him droning on about Jordan not doing right by him Wwas it Porsha talking about her sister or Jordan considering his feeling for once. He had heard the phone ring eariler and now asked. Who wassh that on the phone? Jordan? No you're Jordan, right? No
Porsha? right? Porsha was that Jordan? Oh hell!" He strained to see the girl above him. "Hey, he said suddenly and began to giggle there's two of you. One Jordan and one Porsha or two Porshas or two Jordans. Oh Fuck! he said suddenly and then raised his fingers to his lips. He'd never said that word if front of a girl before much less twow girls the same and then he giggled again and said ."Fuck" again, kind of feeling good about being able to say it. He closed one eye so there was only one girl and concentated... Porsha or Jordan? Then he brighened did it really matter? If he called her honey who would know. He'd done that when he first met Jordan, having broken up with another girl and not wanting to mistakenly call her the wrong name. He looked up "Honey ," he said a skewd smile on his face 'you're beautiful you know that honey. I think I love you." He got the giggles again and closed his eyes he felt his arousal wondering why and then remembered walking into the bedroom brushing up against honeys body he stiffled a giggle and continued contemplating his hardon. Musta been that he thought her body felt so warm and soft against his he started to doze of and then feeling honeys hands on his belt keeping his eyes shut he imagined her hands around his growing cock stroking, stroking."Oh honey," he sighed "Just try it.... its not sex its only foreplay ......Juhst wanta have some fun.....

 

[little_golden]

Drifting Off To Sleep

In the fogginess of her brain as she started to sleep she heard a male voice talking...."Just don't hurt her".

For a second she fought to open her eyes but couldn't. After a second and then third attempt she managed to open one eye for a split second... just long enough to know that her room was dark.

I should have taken off my make-up... and hung up Porsha's dress.... Jordan thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan slept fitfully at first as she tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. The room seemed to continue its spinning and it just seemed better to keep her eyes closed as the pains in her stomache brought her out of her dream state momentarily.

She resisted the urge to throw-up and knew she'd feel better if she did... but she didn't want a big mess......

 

[little_golden]

Any takers for the Melanie Role?

OCC I'm looking for a Melanie...... I'm dying to keep the story rolling along......

Smile

Cindy

(If you interested - just start in after reading the whole thread and describing Melanie in your first paragraph.)

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

Melanie checked herself out in the rearview mirror of her sporty black car. Her straight black hair framed her golden oval face, falling almost to her waist. She checked the liner around her deep green eyes, their slight slant betraying the asian half of her blood. She gave herself a little lipstick kiss in the mirror, cherry red standing out sharply against the lustrous black of the car interior, her hair, and her short leather dress.

"Where the hell is Anthony?" She wondered. To pass the time she snorted a dainty little line of coke from the vial in her glovebox. She couldn't wait to get at Porscha's prim twin sister. Something about good little girls like that made Melanie want to humiliate them, show them they're not above everyone like they think they are. It was something she and Porscha had in common.

As Anthony came out of the building, she got out of the car and strode over to him, pulling the hem of her short dress down over her long golden thighs. She shot him an annoyed look as he handed her the key.

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

"Just don't hurt her." Anthony says.

Melanie smirks "Why don't you stick around to make sure?" Then she hurries on into the motel without looking back to see whether Anthony is following her.

The tall, half-Asian girl lets herself into the motel room, trying to stay quiet. She walks to the figure sleeping on the bed. For a moment she thinks it's Porscha, passed out. When she realizes that it's really Jordan asleep in that little black dress, she inhales excitedly. Porscha really came through for her. Melanie had wanted her friend's twin sister for years, and now here she was. Cocaine buzzed in her head, turning the room electric colours, and making the sleeping blonde glow softly.

Melanie ran one hand up Jordan's smooth leg, and through the high slit in the black dress. Jordan was murmering something in her sleep. What could she be dreaming about?

 

[little_golden]

Jordan twisted and turned in the motel bed tossing her long blonde hair back and forth as she fought off the demons that bounced in her brains thanks to the alcohol. The little black designer dress now felt ever so uncomfortable and constraining as she turned over in the bed.

A chill went through Melanie and for a split second she opened her eyes and sat up before quickly lying back down. In her the picture of a stranger emerged... someone was in her bedroom.... the woman seemed vaguely familiar....

Jordan wrestled with her conciousness trying to fight to gain control and to stay awake. But she couldn't her body was too tired and mind too clouded and confused. Now the woman's image slipped into her dream.

Now the woman's face become more clear. A tall woman.... A short expensive leather skirt.... long straight black hair framing a beautiful golden oval face, the lustrous black hair fell almost to the woman's waist.... deep green eyes... hurting and manacing....

Jordan had seen the woman before but she couldn't recall and she drifted back into deeper sleep despite her resistance. The woman's face reappered.... She had an Asian look but not full blooded.... Her lips seemed cherry red - a deep carefully applied colour..... The woman seemed strong and radiated strength. Jordan felt fearful and her dream began running away from the woman in terror.


The woman had caught her in the dream... Jordan was frightened... The woman seemed so strong and dominating.

Then it clicked in her mind. The woman was... was Melanie... the lesbian from the prom night.........

"Oh no" whispered Jordan half crazy in her dreamy haze.

In her dream, Melanie was taking control and slipping her hands along her legs teasing her and exciting her.

"Please no..." mumbled Jordan..... "I'll be good".... "please Melanie...."

The embarassment from their last encounter both embarassed and excited Jordan in her dream....

 

[Swamp Thing]

Melanie

Seeing Jordan twist and squirm in her dream reminded Melanie of their last encounter, on Porscha and Jordan's prom night. Back then, Melanie had shorter hair and a more butch look. She wondered if Jordan would recognize her.

Melanie was only a few years older than the twins. She had met Porscha through a mutual dealer, and after they had fooled around a few times, Melanie had become infatuated with Porscha's descriptions of her sickeningly sweet twin. Knowing Melanie's taste for humiliation, Porscha had been eager to set up a meeting. But tonight would be even better.

Melanie spread Jordan's legs apart with her hand and then slipped her long, slender fingers into the blonde girl's panties. She lightly stroked Jordan's smooth slit, as she leaned in to kiss her mouth.

In her dream, Jordan felt Melanie kiss her, forcing her wet tongue into Jordan's mouth. It was so different from kissing Ken, softer, but more insistent, more dominating. Jordan felt violated, and whimpered in her semi-conscious state.

Melanie continued stroking Jordan's pussy under her panties, and with the other hand she began sliding the restrictive black dress up over Jordan's hips, revealing her firm, flat belly, and then her round, perfect breasts. Melanie ran her fingers over the large aereolae, and squeezed the ample nipples until they grew hard. She wonderd how much Anthony had given Jordan. How far could she go before her beautiful blonde toy woke up?

 

[little_golden]

Jordan's dream felt so real and vivid and now her legs felt forced open making her feel so vulnerable, so pathetic and weak willed. This older woman, who had so dominated her the night of her prom and humiliated her by strapping onto her that huge black leather appendage was now haunting her dream and after forcing Jordan onto a park bench, with a crowd of onlookers, this Melanie was now inserting a big strap on dick into her wet hot pussy driving her crazy with pleasure and causing her no end of shame and embarassment.

The crowd of people who watched her, as Melanie "taught her" about woman to woman love making were wide mouthed. From the corner of her eye older women scorned her and called her a wanton hussy. The younger men just laughed, pointed, applauded and shouted encouragement like the pigs they were.

"Right on slut! Fuck the bitch.... Here's a ten to take her in the ass!" rough male voices shouted in her head.

Her own mother appeared and lectured her on being such a slut and causing the family shame.

"Oh Jordan, I'm so ashamed of you. I didn't raise you to do things like that! What would your father say?" her mother lectured.

It was awful, yet, Melanie just kept on pounding her and using her, and the worst of it was that Jordan was loving it and her body was shaking, bubbling and reaching unknown ectasy.

Jordan could hear Porsha laughing in her ear though she wasn't in the park.... "Who ever thought she had any nerve? She was such a prissy... but turned into such a cock tease..... then just a common whore turned dyke"

Jordan had a grin on her face from ear to ear. Now in the dream her school dress was being hiked up farher and farther so that it was abover her waist. Wanting to cooperate, Jordan pulled down the front of her dress and allowed her dream lover to touch, probe, lick, massage and pink her nipples. It was shameless. But Jordan secretly wanted Melanie, her mistress, to suck on her beautiful breasts.....

"yes ... yes" Jordan's voice sounded in the motel room.

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

Melanie smiled. Jordan was clearly enjoying herself. Still massaging Jordan's wet cunt, Melanie reached for her little black purse and pulled out a discreet golden vibrator. She turned it on low and held it against Jordan's soft, furred mound, careful not to tough it to her clitoris yet. Melanie watched as the unconscious girl arched her back and moaned, wriggling her hips to rub herself against the vibrator. With her other hand, Melanie hiked up her own leather dress, and reached her slender fingers into her smooth shaved crotch. She was glad she hadn't worn any panties. Then Melanie leaned in and licked Jordan's right nipple, biting it gently, and sucking it into her mouth. She spent a long time on the right breast before moving on to the left, kissing, sucking, biting, teasing the nipple with her hot breath and her tongue.

Melanie was fingering herself faster, and was about to turn the vibrator up a notch when Jordan said . . .

 

[little_golden]

Jordan's dream took a darker twist....

As the woman continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. The woman was yelling at her and calling her names...
"Stupid bitch... come on.... stupid harlot.... come on.... you want it bitch...."

"Please no!" moaned Jordan as she could feel her wet pussy exploding in pleasure. In her dream the black strap on penis was teasing and stimulating her.

Jordan heard the woman ordering her about:
"Bitch... spread your legs wider... show the audience your pussy... you wet filthy pussy.... come on honey... legs wide ... hold your ankles... and I'll slam this dick in harder!!!!"

Helplessly, Jordan complied. Now again the men seemed to be chanting and smiling. It was humilaiting and degrading, yet, Jordan was physically enjoying it. Her body was pumping and wet. Her nipples were on fire from the woman's attention and the continued pumping into her pussy. It felt so real.....

Jordan arched her back and moaned in delight. It felt so real for a dream! Wriggling her hips she embraced the object that vibrator her to such enormous pleasure.

Something snapped in Jordan mind as a wet release flooded through her pussy and waves of pleasure cascading across her brain.

This isn't a dream!!!!!!

Jordan eyes flew open and she gasped and then moaned as the full intensity of the sexual delight overtook her sensation and her body literally shook on the vibrator as she forced herself onto it deeper trying to satisfy her carnal needs.

Then she saw Melanie as she was masterbating beside her....

"What the hell is going on!!!!!" moaned Jordan....


"AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa" cooed Jordan as she tried to concentrate but lost her train of thought as the vibrations intensified.

 

[Adapt]

The Lawyer again

(sorry for that super long wait, I am wondering if I am still welcomed)

-Walking into his office he sighed as he came to take a seat at his desk, leaning back some on the chair, coughing slightly as he turned to turn the TV on, clicking thru channels with the remote, soon coming upon CNN and Money talk, he always enjoyed money talk, always did, he admired how they thought they knew about everything in the world of money, he smiled softly as he pulled the ray-bands from his eyes, showing the deep tint of his sapphire eyes…

Removing his gloves from his digits he placed them aside, sighing once more as his digits curled around a crystal bottle of brandy, pouring a quarter of a glass for himself, corking the cap, his index and middle touched lightly the rim of the glass, swirling it around a bit he took it all in, in one swig of the shot, a wide grin upon his cheeks as he rested back in the large black chair, his eyes closing slightly as he took a moment to relax, then soon standing, he found his way to his closet dropping the nice all black suit for a pair of shorts and shirt. Ones to work out in, he moved to the living room, taking his items in a bag and started up his car, soon leaving from the driveway in a peel of rubber, arriving at his gym he smiled as he walked in, pass the reception the building was lovely, all the trimmings of a high class resort, making his way to the gm he began his work out…

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

"Oh, little bitch, sweet little bitch. You're awake." Melanie said between kissing Jordan's perfect breasts. She wriggled two long fingers in her own wet pussy as she talked to Jordan. "Good. It's so fun to play with you while you're sleeping, but it's even better to fuck you while you're awake." Melanie turned up the vibrations and slid her golden toy into her victim's tight slit, rubbing her hard little clit. For a few seconds she plunged the vibrator in and out, wetting it, pressing it up against the center of Jordan's pleasure. Jordan twisted and writhed, her face beautiful in it's agony of lust, doubt and self-loathing.

Then Melanie stopped. She pulled the vibrator out and turned it off, stopped her ministrations on Jordan's breasts, and took a step away from the bed. She licked the vibrator clean, as she continued pleasuring herself, her breathing growing rapid and shallow. Jordan couldn't take her eyes off Melanie, and the older woman loved it. "See, little slut, now that you're awake, you can beg. Like a dog. You want to feel more, don't you? Your sweet tight cunt aches to be licked and filled and stretched, doesn't it? If you really want it, you'll beg me for it. You'll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. And," Melanie grinned as she thought of the perfecy degradation, the ultimate mind-fuck for this priss. "You'll call me Porscha."

 

[little_golden]

Jordan was absolutely stunned and horrified as she recognized Melanie voice. Melanie's cruel words stung as if she had been slapped across the face:
"Oh, little bitch, sweet little bitch. You're awake."

As the words registered, pleasure again ripped through her perky breasts and her rock hard nipples.

Is it the dirty talk or the touching driving me crazy with lust and making me so horny wondered a very croggy and confused Jordan.

Is this still a dream... or is a nightmare flashed through her brain like a screeching overheated brake on an old steam engine heading off a cliff.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Melanie continued her mind games, touching herself in pleasure and the speaking in a commanding fashion:
"Good. It's so fun to play with you while you're sleeping, but it's even better to fuck you while you're awake."

The words had a sobbering effect. She felt confused and fearful, and excited and hot. She had mental visions of the pleasure she had endured at Melanie's hands on her prom night. It had been a very special experience though one she often denied and tried to hide in the furthest recesses of her mind.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaa!!!!" Jordan shouted out suddenly as Melanie turned up the vibrations and the golden toy disappeared from view and caused her delightful hedonistic pleasure.

"OOOOOOOoooaaaaa!!!" Jordan cooed liked a bird as Melanie teased her slit and rubbed her diamond hard clit. Melanie was an expert at pleasing women. Jordan was no match for her experience and oriental skills. All Jordan could do was to keep from reaching a spasm of final orgasmic pleasure as she twisted and writhed, hot with passion but flushed with humiliation as Melanie watched on in full control. At this moment, Jordan felt shamed and degraded... but at least they were alone and no else would see the spectacle.

Then the vibrator stopped and Melanie seemed to harshy pulled out the golden vibrator that had been the cause of so much sexual pleasure. A silence encompassed the room as Melanie stopped the special attention to Jordan's breasts and even backed away from the bed. Jordan wasn't sure what was coming next..... which frightened and further excited her.

Jordan watched in disbelief as Melanie licked the vibrator clean, and then continued pleasuring herself, her breathing growing rapid and shallow.

She's putting on a show for me..... She's knows I'm horny.... I need more Jordan thought as she wrestled with her own needs. Her hand moved slowly to her own sweet pussy lips and she touched herself slowly... trying to mimic Melanie.... but she was too embarassed to go further as she felt Melanie mind overpowering her efforts at self control and somehow preventing her from fulfilling the need deep within herself.

Melanie held Jordan's gaze like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching tractor trailer.....

Melanie seemed to speak slowly but with a commanding presence:
"See, little slut, now that you're awake, you can beg. Like a dog."

Dog.... I need to be fucked like a dog...... A nice big dick..... I'll lay on on four... Jordan mental spoke and imagined. She was desperate to be pleasured by a big dick or the magical vibrating golden toy.

Melanie continued with the mental torment which cut through her cloudy thoughts:
"You want to feel more, don't you? Your sweet tight cunt aches to be licked and filled and stretched, doesn't it?"

Without realizing it, Jordan was nodding her head.

Oh yes, yes... please... I want it inside.... I need it inside me... just a little more.... and her cunt did want to be licked, stretched and filled with seed... oh yes.... Jordan thought secretly. But the look on her face wasn't so secret at all. Her body language told a different story alltogether and her nipples popped proudly in display and her legs seemed to part a little wider... begging for the golden vibrating shaft.

Melanie's mind game seemed to continue horrendously long though in true it was mere seconds:
"If you really want it, you'll beg me for it. You'll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

No I won't!... No... I can't... I shouldn't... but no one is around... no one will know... it will be a secret.... thought Melanie as she felt her willpower fading. Her body was screaming its surrended...... Yet her mind... she couldn't think clearly.....

This must be a dream... I'll play along Jordan kidded herself. In her heart she knew it wasn't a dream... but it allowed her to want to give in.

Then Melanie burst into a grin, like a cat with a slain bird in its mouth. She spoked very firmly:
"You'll call me Porscha."

"Not that...." Jordan mumbled. At first she thought she hadn't spoken at all. Then she was quick to try to cover herself...

"Yes... " Jordan barely whispered.

"Yes Porsha" she spoke louder and clearer.

To her own surprise, she half rose on the bed, like a virgin temptress, as she brushed back her long flowing blonde hair. Now her knees touched her touched the bed, and her dress remained hiked up by her waist and the top pushed down. Now she sat kneeling, with her hands up in front, like a dog's paws, with her legs shamely open, exposing herself..... begging ...:

"yes Porsha... fuck me"

Before Melanie could reply, Jordan rolled on her back... lifting her hands over her head and grabbing the brass railings... then she opened her legs very wide..... and invitingly.

At this moment... Jordan was still messed up from the booze and caught up in her own wishes it was just a dream..... She was ready to obey Melanie and would have fucked her neighbor's dog... just to please Melanie and to be pleased by Melanie.....

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

Melanie laughed huskily and kept plunged her fingers even deeper into herself. "That's very good, little slut. Little wanton whore." Taking her hand reluctantly from her crotch, she unzipped her black leather dress. With her back turned to Jordan she slid out of the dress slowly, seductively, bending over to let the young blonde admire her long legs and her red, puckered asshole. She smacked one of her own firm buttocks for Jordan.

Jordan was still waiting, tortured, withher legs spread wide and her hungry pussy thrust up and out at Melanie.

"Keep talking little fucktoy." She returned to the bed and stradled Jordan's head, placing her dripping sweet slit directly above her slave's face. She brushed Jordan's hard clit with her lips, feeling the lithe body tense and arch beneath her. "Keep talking. Tell Porsca exactly what to do to you."

Without touching the beautiful smooth pussy in front of her face, Melanie wet the little golden vibrator with her mouth. She rubbed it against Jordan's tight asshole, and then slowly, so slowly, she eased it inside. As Melanie turned the vibrator on, Jordan's whole body spasmed, and her ass clenched the pleasure toy hard. "Keep talking."

 

[little_golden]

Jordan listened carefully and obediently as Melanie spoke: "That's very good, little slut. Little wanton whore."

Jordan remembered that flash temper that Melanie possessed and didn't want to get the other woman upset or even displeased.

With a shy little grin she watched the dextrous little hands of Melanie as they melted into her own thighs for her self pleasure. There was no shame on Melanie's face. It looked like a smug look of self satisfaction. The look of a strong woman who could take anything she wanted....

With something akin to awe, Jordan watched Melanie unzipper the hot black leather dress.

"Oh" she whispered in a barely audible voice, as Melanie actually turned around to cheat her of the sight of her naked body. But then slowly and seductively Melanie began to tease her with her long legs and her red puckered asshole. Melanie could simple gaze and said nothing.

Where is she going with this? Who will she tell? How did she get in my bedroom? Will she humiliate me? were thoughts bouncing around in her messed up alcohol hazed brain.

Melanie smacking her own tight ass, snapped Jordan from her thinking. Something was going to happen.

Will Melanie eat me so deliciously again? Will she fuck me with her toy or a strap on? Will I have to fuck her?

Jordan felt a quivering sensation in her lovehole. Her legs were still spread and open. Her need was heavy and how she wanted to be touched and fucked. Secretly she long for Melanie's touch.

Melanie spoke harshly:
"Keep talking little fucktoy."

"yes... yes Porsha" mumbled Jordan incoherently.

"Ohhhh!" Jordan giggled as Melanie moved into place, allowing her wet slit to be positioned before Jordan's face.

69 Jordan thought as Melanie moved her own head between Jordan's legs and brushing her lips on Jordan's clit.
The touch was so soft, yet commanding that ripples of pleasure went through Jordan, she needed action....

Melanie: "Keep talking. Tell Porsca exactly what to do to you."

"Oh Porsha.... I need it!" moaned Jordan.

No sooner had the words escaped her lips than she felt a poking of a small head into her ass. It actually hurt and caused her to gasp until her anal ring worked it ways open and apart. But then the sweet vibrating sensation began to drive her crazy with delight.

Melanie: "Keep talking"

"AAAoooo... yes....oh... oh yes Porsha" Jordan continued.

Jordan was lost in the moment, and took the opportunity to to begin her own long licks along the outer lips of Melanie's slit and then slowly moving her tongue inside and finding the sweet wet opening where she began to flick her tongue in mock imitation of a probing dick.

From behind Melanie a little red light shone... but Jordan didn't take notice... but somehow she knew the little red (video camera) meant danger......

 

[SwampThing]

Melanie

Melanie sat back on Jordan's pretty face, letting the blonde's tongue slide deep into her, lapping hungrily but inexpertly. It actually turned her on that Jordan didn't really know how to eat pussy properly. The girl was just so sweet and innocent. Melanie teased Jordan's clit with her hot breath, and kept fucking her tight anus with the vibrator.

"Oh, yeah. Taste that, whore? That's Porscha's sweet cunt you're licking. You're such a filthy brat Jordan. Every time you see your sister, every time you say her name, I want you to remember this taste, this feeling." She plunged the vibrator deep into Jordan's ass, wiggling and twisting it inside. She drew it almost all the way back out, leting Jordan's asshole close up again before thrusting back into her. She hoped it hurt. Just thinking about this little girl in pain made Melanie's pussy wetter and juicier. She felt her cream filling up Jordan's mouth, spilling out into her long silken hair.

"Every time you look in the, aaah, yeah, right there. Every time you look in the mirror, you're going to think about Porscha's body. About begging her to fuck you. Because you're cheap and dirty, Jordan. You fucking tease."

Melanie couldn't take it any more. Jordan's dripping sex was right in her face, and she was so tight and beautiful. And the little girl had finally figured out what she was doing back there, too. Melanie felt herself close to cumming, and she wanted Jordan to cum with her. She knew her little lesson would hit Jordan even harder with an orgasm.

She deep kissed Jordan's hot, tight snatch, drinking up her sweet sticky juices. She grabbed her toy's stiff clit in her teeth and bit and chewed it, gently, but still hard enough. With one hand still fucking Jordan's ass with the vibrator, she slid two fingers into her wet pussy hole. Jordan was so tight Melanie could barely twist her fingers around inside, but she kept thrusting, fucking Jordan faster and deeper. Finally she forced a third finger inside. God that was tight. Jordan wasn't eating her any more, the poor child could barely breathe. But Melanie just kept on working her pussy and ass, rubbing her own gushing sex all over Jordan's face.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan was locked into a passionate sexual love session with Melanie. Her tongue had been buried deep within Melanie's pussy, and she licked and tongued desperate to please Melanie but not so certain that she was doing it perfectly.

Melanie is such an expert... I just have to try my best... I'll offset my lack of pussy eating talent with enthusiasm she thought to herself between spasms of sexual pleasure that flooded her senses from Melanie's efforts on her asshole with that wonderful penetrating vibrator.

Melanie interrupted her thoughts as she spoke in a commanding fashion:
"Oh, yeah. Taste that, whore? That's Porscha's sweet cunt you're licking. You're such a filthy brat Jordan. Every time you see your sister, every time you say her name, I want you to remember this taste, this feeling."

Secretly, Jordan loved it when Melanie was bossy. Jordan was never one to want to be in charge or make decisions and here Melanie was in complete control. She didn't need to think or worry. Jordan simply needed to obey and to please.

"Oh yes... oh yess........ yes....aaaaaaaa....OOOOOOOOO" Jordan moaned and gasped as Melanie recklessly plunged the golden vibrator deep within her ass and then drawing almost all the way out before ramming it back in like a giant cock. It hurt. But the pain was mixed with pleasure and excited Jordan and sent a hot wet sensation to her pussy and caused her to buck and thrash under Melanie's touch.

"Yes...Yes Porsha!" Jordan cried out desperate to please before resuming her tonguing of Melanie's soaking pussy. It was gross in some ways... but wet and rewarding in others. Jordan knew from the wicked gleam in Melanie's eyes that she was savouring the experience.

Melanie spoke harshly:
"Every time you look in the, aaah, yeah, right there. Every time you look in the mirror, you're going to think about Porscha's body. About begging her to fuck you. Because you're cheap and dirty, Jordan. You fucking tease!"

Jordan replied in a whimpering fashion:
"Yes Porsha. I need to fuck you - Porsha. You are so beautiful and sexy. I'm just a cheap dirty cock tease!"

At that very moment a wet rush escaped Melanie's pussy, and washed across Melanie's tongue, lips and into her mouth. Melanie's love juices were a reward for her efforts..... It was very gratifying for Jordan.

"Yes Porsha ... go on.. more... more" Jordan pleaded as Melanie's body thrashed in ectasy under her touch.

Jordan was silenced as Melanie own efforts overwhelmed her senses as Melanie's luscious deft little tongue deeply kissed deep within her tight hot snatch and sucked out her sweet sticky juices. Then she began to loose control completely as Melanie hard teeth, softly bit and chewed on her erect clit. At that moment, she lost the warm relaxing sensation of the steady rhytm of the vibrator that had been working her asshole so long and hard.

"Yes... yes... Porsha... please..."Jordan begged in ectasy as spasms of pleasure washed over her body. She could feel her juices flowings beyond her control. She was at Melanie's mercy and her body continued to hedonistically enjoy Melanie's treatment.

Just when Jordan thought it was about to end, Melanie slid two fingers into her slick bubbling pussy. The two fingers felts so enornous that Jordan thought she would tear. But she was so slick that the fingers slid easily in her tight pussy and she eagerly drew them in deeper.

"Oh... oh yes... yes.. Porsha...please" Jordan responded to the probing fingers trying to get into a pace that would further set off her senses.

When a third finger managed to slip in, Jordan was screaming in delight. She was stretched and horny and this woman was there to satisfy her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" groaned Jordan for it was difficult to speak.

At the moment of Jordan's glory, she could feel Melanie now wiping her own juices on her feet like some whore from a red light district. It made her feel cheap and used....... all she could do was continue to enjoy the rough fingering in her pussy... until Melanie decided otherwise.......

Oh God what had she gotten herself into this time!!!!

 

[Swamp Thing]

Melanie

Melanie's breathing slowly returned to normal as she recovered from her mind-bending orgasm. God, Jordan was hot and submissive. And now Melanie could concentrate completely on punish-fucking her, for being so beautiful, so perfect, such a little wimp. Melanie forced her last long finger into Jordan's tight cunt, stretching the poor girl more than she would have thought possible. She wanted to hear Jordan scream. Jordan's pussy squeezed Melanie's hand as the half-Asian woman pumped her fingers deep and hard and fast. She kept sucking and chewing on Jordan's clit, and piercing her anus with the vibrator. She wanted Jordan to lose her mind to the sensations in her body. She tried to force her thumb inside too, to give Jordan her whole fist. But the blonde girl was too tight. Melanie had to content herself with four fingers up that wet, hot snatch. Just knowing that Jordan was at her limit, that she couldn't be filled any more, made Melanie feel powerful and sexy.

When she had had her fill of fucking Jordan, but before she let her captive come, Melanie stopped. She pulled out her hand, and the vibrator. She wiped them on Jordan's feet to make her feel even dirtier. Then she went to gather up her dress and purse.

"You want more slut?" she hissed, "You remember what I told you. If you want to see me again, just ask your sister to set it up, that is, if you're not too ashamed. And a filthy fuckrag like you should be ashamed."

Melanie hoped that was enough for Porsha's hidden camera. She took one last long look at her helpless victim as she zipped up her dress. Then she started walking towards the door.