Truth was, I zoned out when they talked business.
Jester showed up later that evening, high and horny. I swooped in before Dawn could get her slutty hands all over him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Theo’s spanking and was on edge. Time to get back on the horse. He’s plainly finished with me. After two drinks, Jester led me into the back rooms. I had to resist sticking my tongue out at Dawn.
She fell into me as I passed and grabbed both my hands, nearly knocking Jester and I over in the process. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I must have had a few shots too many!” She shrugged and patted me on the ass. “Go on, girly, don’t let me hold you up.”
I didn’t know what she was getting at, so all I could do was shoot her the stink-eye before passing out of the room.
Jester looked like a young clone of his father, except that somehow, Bill, the president of a rough and dangerous motorcycle club, smiled more often than the young man. Inexplicably he was even more humorless when he was high. But he was good-looking, and while he was rough he wasn’t cruel like Gunner, so I was happy to entertain him.
“I’m just gonna check my messages,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Go ahead and get undressed.” He sat on the room’s uncomfortable wooden chair and brought his phone to his ear. I stripped as he watched, his attention split between me and whatever he was listening to. I removed my shirt first and cupped my bare tits for him, but he only nodded and indicated that I should go on. I pulled off my skirt and panties and posed against the bed, back arched, ass up in the air, giving him just a glimpse of the pink at the apex of my thighs. That got his attention a little better - his eyes darkened, and he tilted his chin at me and said “Lie down. Almost done here.”
I sat up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Still intent on distracting him from his important business, I bent my legs at the knees and spread them open. Then I let a hand lazily trail down to my pussy, grazing my lips with a light touch. I felt a slight burning sensation. Should’ve washed my hands, I thought as I wiped my fingers against the blankets. Then I dove back in with a firmer touch, stroking deeper between my sensitive folds, seeking the growing wetness as I anticipated the rest of the evening’s activities. Jester liked to have me toy with his asshole while we fucked - though heaven forbid I ever put any words to the act - and sometimes would finger mine in return. It felt deliciously dirty, and thinking about it brought forth a wave of fluids.
But something was wrong. That slight burn very quickly became a fire. I pulled my hand away, but it was too late. “Oh, my God,” I mumbled, looking down at myself. Nothing seemed amiss - I was a little red, but there was no visible dirt or anything.
And then the fire became an inferno. “Oh my God. OH MY GOD.” I fanned myself as a high-pitched shriek tore from my throat. The pain took my breath away.
Jester dropped his phone. “What the fuck? What’s wrong?”
“It BURNS!”
He backed away as if it was contagious. “I’m gonna get Nella.”
I barely heard him. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the bathroom. “Fuck fuck fuck!” It was like fucking napalm. It just kept getting worse. I leapt into the bathtub, turned on the water, and positioned myself beneath the faucet so the stream ran directly against my burning pussy. I shrieked again. The water did nothing at all to help. I’d even swear it was making it worse, spreading it everywhere.
Nella materialized in the bathroom. She looked down at me in my compromising position with her mouth wide open and shook her head in shock. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you catch something?”
I wailed, “No! It started when I touched myself! Do something!” Someone laughed behind her, then another, deeper chuckled. Dawn and Irish hovered over her shoulders. “Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed at them.
Nella elbowed
Jester showed up later that evening, high and horny. I swooped in before Dawn could get her slutty hands all over him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Theo’s spanking and was on edge. Time to get back on the horse. He’s plainly finished with me. After two drinks, Jester led me into the back rooms. I had to resist sticking my tongue out at Dawn.
She fell into me as I passed and grabbed both my hands, nearly knocking Jester and I over in the process. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” she giggled, “I must have had a few shots too many!” She shrugged and patted me on the ass. “Go on, girly, don’t let me hold you up.”
I didn’t know what she was getting at, so all I could do was shoot her the stink-eye before passing out of the room.
Jester looked like a young clone of his father, except that somehow, Bill, the president of a rough and dangerous motorcycle club, smiled more often than the young man. Inexplicably he was even more humorless when he was high. But he was good-looking, and while he was rough he wasn’t cruel like Gunner, so I was happy to entertain him.
“I’m just gonna check my messages,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Go ahead and get undressed.” He sat on the room’s uncomfortable wooden chair and brought his phone to his ear. I stripped as he watched, his attention split between me and whatever he was listening to. I removed my shirt first and cupped my bare tits for him, but he only nodded and indicated that I should go on. I pulled off my skirt and panties and posed against the bed, back arched, ass up in the air, giving him just a glimpse of the pink at the apex of my thighs. That got his attention a little better - his eyes darkened, and he tilted his chin at me and said “Lie down. Almost done here.”
I sat up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Still intent on distracting him from his important business, I bent my legs at the knees and spread them open. Then I let a hand lazily trail down to my pussy, grazing my lips with a light touch. I felt a slight burning sensation. Should’ve washed my hands, I thought as I wiped my fingers against the blankets. Then I dove back in with a firmer touch, stroking deeper between my sensitive folds, seeking the growing wetness as I anticipated the rest of the evening’s activities. Jester liked to have me toy with his asshole while we fucked - though heaven forbid I ever put any words to the act - and sometimes would finger mine in return. It felt deliciously dirty, and thinking about it brought forth a wave of fluids.
But something was wrong. That slight burn very quickly became a fire. I pulled my hand away, but it was too late. “Oh, my God,” I mumbled, looking down at myself. Nothing seemed amiss - I was a little red, but there was no visible dirt or anything.
And then the fire became an inferno. “Oh my God. OH MY GOD.” I fanned myself as a high-pitched shriek tore from my throat. The pain took my breath away.
Jester dropped his phone. “What the fuck? What’s wrong?”
“It BURNS!”
He backed away as if it was contagious. “I’m gonna get Nella.”
I barely heard him. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the bathroom. “Fuck fuck fuck!” It was like fucking napalm. It just kept getting worse. I leapt into the bathtub, turned on the water, and positioned myself beneath the faucet so the stream ran directly against my burning pussy. I shrieked again. The water did nothing at all to help. I’d even swear it was making it worse, spreading it everywhere.
Nella materialized in the bathroom. She looked down at me in my compromising position with her mouth wide open and shook her head in shock. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you catch something?”
I wailed, “No! It started when I touched myself! Do something!” Someone laughed behind her, then another, deeper chuckled. Dawn and Irish hovered over her shoulders. “Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed at them.
Nella elbowed
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