1. The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles Chapter 4: The Artist's First Day


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Female Domination, Female/Female, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    swallowed, trying to concentrate on my sketch and ignore the way she looked at me. I squeezed my thighs together, my pussy felt like it was on fire. “You're my gift...” “Yes, I—” She sprang at me, tackling me to the bed, my sketch pad went flying. Her dirty, black hair fell in my face as she stared down at me. “My pretty, little balim.I could just eat you up.” “Okay,” I squeaked. She stood up, her hand firmly grasping mine, yanking me to my feet. “You're supposed to wash me.” I nodded as she dragged me to the bathroom. Her ass was shapely and round. She turned on the shower and shoved me in. I banged into the wall, the cold water splashing my body, soaking my uniform. A bruise formed on my back and I trembled as she eyed me. The water warmed up, steam beginning to billow around me. What was she going to do? “P-please.” “Please, what, balim?” “D-don't h-hurt me...” She stepped into the shower, I shrank back, but there wasn't much room. I tried to slide past her and get out, my heart thudding, and my pussy on fire. The fear and exhilaration mixed together inside me, giving birth to a strange excitement. I was completely at her mercy. She could do whatever she wanted to me and no-one was going to stop her. 24 grabbed my arm as I tried to flee, twisting it around behind my back, pain flaring in my elbow. I cried out as she shoved me face first against the wall, pressing her warm body against my back. “Such a sweet balim,” she purred. “I need to search you. Mary commanded me to ...
    give you surprise searches whenever I felt it necessary.” Her free hand reached around my waist, sliding across the soaking fabric of my dress, reaching down and lifting the sodden skirt and petticoats up, then plunged between my thighs. Her fingers felt electric as she slid up my leg, creeping nearer and nearer to my aching pussy. My breath came in ragged gasps, and hers came in fast intervals on my neck. “Let's see if you have any contraband shoved up your cunt,” she hissed, then shoved three fingers inside me. I gasped as pain and pleasure rushed through me. Her fingernails were ragged, scraping my sensitive flesh, and yet they felt wonderful as they wormed deeper and deeper into me, igniting all the thousands of pleasure receptors in my pussy. “Such a wet balim,” she hissed in my ear. “Do you like my fingers searching your cunt?” “Yes!” I gasped. “Because you're a dirty whore!” “I am!” I moaned, her fingers driving me wild as they pumped in and out. “Keep searching me! Don't stop until you've made sure there's nothing hiding inside me!” Her tongue licked my ear. “Are you going to cum?” “Uh-huh!” Her fingers were diving me wild, my orgasm building like a squall sweeping swiftly across a calm sea, churning the waves to violent whitecaps. “Purr, my sweet balim! Let me hear you purr!” “Yes, yes!” I gasped. “I'm about to cum! Oh, Gods, yes! You're fingers are stirring me up! Frothing my passion! I can't take any more!” Her tongue danced in my ear, sending shudders down to the ...
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