1. Bitch and Dicking: Prologue


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    “So what are you putting on tonight, nasty Miss Bitch?” That is my best friend speaking there. Courtney Vaccaro. She has got dark red hair, lovely and adorable lips that I have kissed and licked up with my own time and again, and her body itself—it is brilliantly and wonderfully curved and shaped up nicely and attractively in that all too magnificent and sexually arousing way that I cannot help but ogle and gawp at incurably. Would she mind sharing another passionate, fueled-up kiss with me tonight? Would she really? I am naked. But I don’t mind still. I walk gracefully and delicately fine and undisturbed by anything at all towards her, and once I have reached where she is seated and entrenched down right there on my large and freaking awesome bed, I lean and stoop myself down towards her to place and inch my lips just a few breaths away from hers. “Can I go on like this? In my brilliant birthday suit? I think it will be fine and fantastic, don’t you think so yourself, Vaccaro?” Her eyes are pleading and imploring on me another more. “You can go on there like this you feel like it, candy babe. I won’t mind it—honestly.” “Good. Now kiss me. Real and gently slow and still.” She looks right into my expectant eyes, puzzled, horrified and perplexed up. Of course! I mean what I am saying and demanding for here. It is not like I am not straight. Rhys is the man to blame here for all of this. Ever since I met him in my life, everything about me has simply been upturned upside ...
    down. I don’t want to do it, but I just catch myself doing it time and again. Shit him for all of this! Excellent! Courtney does exactly just what I tell and order her to do. Her lips run and skim over mine, tickling and arousing me up, whipping me with all too much high flush excitement and agitation on the other hand that seems like it is going to poison my blood and throw me off straight into the fuming and overheating lake of hellfire. “Stop now,” I tell her mid-way, biting and clenching her lip a little bit too tightly with mine. Enough has simply been enough for now. I pull back from her and go on to dress myself. I glance back at her once I am standing still before the huge mirror. She is feasting and admiring up my huge, flawlessly shaped butt behind there. I also have full, rich-size breasts that she can’t help but at often and repeated times stare and blearily make a nasty damn envious face at. I don’t get it. She is very much gorgeous and eye-dazzling in her buck naked birthday suit, and yet she tells me time and again that she would like to dress and attire herself in mine instead. Just what the heck is all this? We have not kissed actually. But bit and nibbled up each other’s lips. This is what silly, lame girls do. Not because they are mean and horribly wicked, but because they are simply being good girls thrown and hurled off into the nasty impious saint-girl-gone-Leviathan mood. Girls touch each other frequently and even on some indecent—or I should rather say ...
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