1. The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4


    Date: 5/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Female Domination, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Author: Hamlin, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the bed. Her pussy went off like a rocket as her fingers squished in and out of it. She was a mess of sweat, her head swimming with the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her snatch and brought them to her mouth, sucking her fuck honey off them. That's what Stephanie had called it. Fuck honey. She'd told her to clean up her fuck honey off her fingers, and Tori had done it happily. She was so confused. Her head finally started to clear, and her surroundings came back to her. She had no idea how long she'd been laying here playing with herself. The beeping of her watch made her jump in alarm. She looked at it, and time read 1:45. Amanda would be coming in 15 minutes. She had to clean herself up. She couldn't allow the woman to see her like this, smelling like sweat and pussy. She quickly ran into the bathroom and started the shower. She was cleaned in record time. While she showered, she could feel her pussy coming back to life again, but she repressed the juicy feeling between her legs. This was ridiculous! She had to get control. She had to fight it! She put on a new set of fresh scrubs, two minutes before Amanda was due to come back. She was toweling off her hair as her coordinator knocked on the door. Tori let her in, and saw a curious look on the woman's face as she sniffed at the air. “I went to work out,” Tori explained, hoping that the smell of her sweat covered the smell of her sex. “Oh, good,” Amanda said happily, “I'm sure that felt great!” “Yeah,” ...
    Tori agreed, not wanting to share exactly how great it really felt. “Well then. Are you ready for the grand tour?” “Sure,” Tori agreed, tossing the towel on the bed. Amanda led her out of the room. Tori tried to stay slightly behind the woman, using her as cover. She couldn't bear to look at anyone for fear that they'd know what had happened in the gym. “Tori,” Amanda said, “Is something wrong?” “Huh? Oh, no. It's just, I'm a little scared. This is all so new,” Amanda smiled gently, “Of course, sweetie. Don't you worry, though, you're safe here.” Tori tried to return her smile. Amanda took her down a hall she'd not yet been down, explaining that these were the therapy offices. Some of them were for groups, others for one-on-one sessions. They stopped in front of a brown, wooden door with a nameplate that read, “Dr. Travers,” which Amanda knocked on. The door was opened by a skinny, older man in a tweed suit. He had a pair of spectacles perched on his beakish nose, behind which a pair of tired, but friendly eyes studied the two women. “Come in, Amanda,” he said warmly, “and you must be Tori,” he extended his hand. Tori shook it and nodded her head. Travers went to his desk and picked up a sucker, handing it to Tori. “Have a sucker,” he said happily, “when I ran my own practice, all the children loved to get a sucker,” he laughed merrily. “Thanks,” Tori said, unwrapping the sucker and putting it in her mouth. It tasted of grape, and was coated with a special chemical blend of ...
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