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Women and Other
Pussies
Claire
shuddered as Candi’s finger slipped off her breast. For a tense moment, every nerve in Claire’s
body was on edge, every nerve a brush away from going off, her lips parted just
slightly and her mouth went dry. Candi
just smiled, reclining in her seat, her eyes roving over the housewife’s body
with smug satisfaction. Claire tried to
be relieved, but she felt like a spring, compressed, ready to release, but held
back, the pressure building more and more…
“Wow, you
are primed,” Candi observed dryly, taking a sip of the drink Katy had left
behind, swirling it around for a moment, seeming lost in thought. Claire swallowed, rolling her shoulders
forward and staring intensely at her hands clasped in her lap, trying to disappear.
If she could have gotten any redder, she
was sure she would have, but she already felt faint and doubted her heart could
have pumped any more blood to her face.
“Alright,
time to go,” Candi said, rising to her feet and picking up her bag, a cheap
knockoff.
Claire took
a few moments to collect herself, trying to get the
resolve to face the leering crowd which had just witnessed her humiliation…maybe
even just walk out; 35 year old burger flipper was better than…than this,
whatever the hell it was. Yeah, she thought, just button up and walk out, something will turn up. Her mind was set, just take a deep breath and go…she started the breath, her chest
rising as she gathered herself up and was about to get up when she saw the
liquid hurling towards her face.
“Gah!” Claire rubbed her face; the alcohol felt like it was
burning her eyes out of their sockets.
Before Claire even know what was happening, she was jerked back by her
hair, her blouse falling completely open, her tits thrust out for all the world
to see, and even more terrifying, Candi’s
voice hissing in her ear.
“Listen
Mrs. High-And-Mighty-As-Fuck, I really don’t know what that Asian chick has on
you, and I really don’t care, but its pretty obvious
you won’t be dressing so classy if it gets out. So if you think you are so much better than
me, remember that the ONLY thing between you and begging me for a
recommendation to a good pimp or Madame is me telling that girl not to let
those pictures out, so don’t fucking try anything and don’t give me any
shit. When I say go, you go, got it?”
Candi gave an extra tug at Claire’s hair for emphasis.
Claire was
terrified, her eyes shot open despite the pain, tears streaming down her face,
her mouth open, spewing off incoherent apologies, and her fledgling resolve
scampering off like a cockroach when the lights go on. In truth, Candi even scared herself a
little. She had never known she had such
cruelty in her. Sure, some of her
clients liked to spanked, but that was all in good fun. Even when that Asian girl was giving this
spoiled bitch her comeuppance, it had been someone else. But now that Candi had hurt this cunt, and
better yet terrified her, made her RESPECT Candi, and Candi was hooked. How many rich assholes had she dealt with who
lusted after her and wanted to fuck her brains out, but then pretended like
they were straight arrow upstanding citizens when they walked out the door. It took Candi a moment to realize how horny
she was; normally sex was work, she got wet so John Doe could have his fun, but
right now she was having a gush like a tsunami in her thong!
Claire felt
her head being jerked farther back, so far she lost her balance on the stool,
her bum slid off of it so that she was not supported by the small over her
back, her rump and shoulders hanging off on either end. She strained her abs trying to get up to a
position where she could right herself, but before she was even horizontal she
saw one of Candi’s creamy thighs swing to the other side of her head, and Claire
found herself staring up the black mini into a tiger striped thong. As Claire’s brain was still trying to process
what was happening Candi bent backwards, reaching behind her, groping for
Claire’s hair. Finding the silky mass,
Candi stood straight up jerking Claire’s head into her crotch.
“Lick it
cunt!” Candi snarled as she ground her hips against the married woman’s face,
the coarse material of the cheap thong grating over Claire’s nose and
lips. The rest of the bar goers had
been caught of guard at first, but were now cheering and whooping for the free
lesbian porn.
Claire, for
her part gagged and wretched, disgusted at the mere thought of another woman’s
genitals only a flimsy piece of fabric from her face. She writhed and twisted, inadvertently
mashing her face into Candi’s cunt.
“WOO!”
Candi’ hollered, waving her arm in a parody of a lasso before slapping her hand
down on Claire’s own pussy, making the housewife suddenly convulse, her nose
pushing the strap of the thong into Candi’s quim, pussy juice seeping around
the edges, dribbling onto Claire’s face and running with her tears, smudging
her makeup. Claire could hear the cheers
of the crowd, muffled by the thighs covering her ears, and it made her sob
anew, pathetically kicking and struggling.
Candi’s hand slid up her belly, the nails raking along her flesh, and
then toying with the front of her thong.
Candi
raised herself up for one terrible second, and one crystal clear revelation
pierced through Claire’s confusion. She
didn’t even scream, she just whimpered, terrified of this lunatic who could
ruin her, as Candi slid the crotch of her thong to the
side, revealing her pussy. The red,
swollen labia and clit were slick with juices, they seemed too big, too bright
to Claire, like a caricature of normal anatomy.
Then the pussy came down.
“Lick
bitch, or I will fucking end you,”
was all Claire heard, she didn’t even think about Candi, or the crowd, only her
fear, her panic, her racing pulse and scattered thoughts. Lick!
She had to! Claire’s tongue shot
out of her mouth, lapping desperately, searching for a ward to appease that mad
voice! She felt the sparse hair that had
evaded Candi’s shavi ng, then the salty viscous fluids of Candi’s cum. She lapped at that desperately, Candi’s hands
still pulling her hair, forcing Claire on, as though she could escape those
grinding hips.
Candi was
moaning, grunting and bucking like a wild animal. At the clumsy tongue down
there, but the bitch needed to learn how to really munch carpet!
“Lick my
clit!” she barked, slapping her hand down on one of the bitch’s exposed tits,
eyeing it hungrily as it jiggled at the impact feeling this society snob nearly
jump out of her skin.
The sudden
pain made more tears well up as Claire searched for the magic nub....Somewhere
above the lips, her tongue moved up and up as Candi jerked her hair again, Claire’s nose was forced into the whore’s slit a second
time. Claire inhaled some of the
prostitutes come and desperately snorted to get it out. Then she fely it, the bulbous little protrusion
poking out of its hood and rand her tongue over it.
That was
too much for Candi. She felt every inch
of her body explode into passion simultaneously, her whole body buckling for
the force of the blast. Her pussy felt
like it had just had a seizure! Claire
meanwhile, felt a spurt of juices between her upper lips and nose, the run off
dribbling over her, but the hipss kept shaking so she kept licking, too afraid
to stop, the fear driving her to lap like a maniac, clumsily sloshing her
tongue all about.
Candi
suddenly let go of Claire’s hair and took a step back, and with the sudden loss
of support Claire lost her balance she had on the stool and rolled off onto her
side, knocking the wind from her with an “umph”. Candi took a few moments to compose herself, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still shaky from the orgasm,
and she felt like she had just run a mile!
The crowd erupted into cheers.
Candi couldn’t help but grin as she looked down at the distraught woman
cowering on the floor. That bitch knew
who the boss was now! In fact, she was
so caught up in the moment that it took a few second for her to remember that
the girl…Katy, that was it, would probably be waiting on her. Ah well, if Katy was pissed as all hell it
would be worth it.
“C’mon, lets go. And no cleaning up!” Candi ordered, trying to get mean
again. It was hard in the aftermath of
that. In truth, Claire hadn’t even
thought about cleaning up yet, she had just been worrying what Candi would do
next. Now that Candi mentioned it, she
really wanted to wipe her face off, but was not about to risk the wrath of this
woman. Biting her lower lips she
scrambled to her feet, her head bowed meekly, her hands folded,
terrified that she might set the redhead off again. Candi looked her over and grunted something
that sounded like approval.
“Alright,
let’s go,” said Candi, beckoning with her hand as she turned and paced out of
the room. Claire followed her, giving
timid little glances to the right and left as men and a few women made catcalls
and whistles. As she was about to walk
out the door, she felt a hand slap her rump and give a little squeeze. She stiffened, but other than that did not
respond. After all that had happened,
she was too emotionally worn out to muster up anything for something that
small.
The night
air was cool and fresh as they walked into the parking lot, and it calmed
Claire a little. There was a way out;
she just had to think of it.
“Earth to bitch, which
one is your car?” Candi demanded. A
startled Calire took a second to gather her thoughts, search the parking lot,
and point to her vehicle, a sporty black Audi.
“Alright,
you’re driving, and drive carefully unless you want the cops to see you that
way,” and with that that Candi set off to the vehicle. Claire groped in a pocked of her jacket for
the keys, and finding them followed the woman who had just raped her. That’s what it had been, Claire realized,
dread settling into her stomach, she had been raped. And even worse, something made her stick her
tongue out, and tentatively lick some of the dried fluid on her face, taking
her back to the rush of terror and thrill…of raw feeling that she had not had in so many years. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to
be lost in emotion, not maintaining the dull dead comfort of a society woman. It felt good.
And that - more than any violent prostitute, sadistic paralegal, or
blackmailing husband - scared her.
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