No Longer A Tourist

“Is that really the best you can do, Amsel? Oh, you’re such a useless bitch. Pay less attention to the cock in your cunt and focus on pleasing my pussy.” Lena’s fingers tightened in Amsel’s hair, the tips digging into her skull, making her wince.

“Fuck her harder, Lukas. Push the dumb bitch’s face against my pussy. Don’t hold back, treat her like another fucking breeder.” The words came out in a hiss, acidic to Amsel’s ears, as her tongue wriggled and pushed into Lena’s pussy in a desperate attempt to please.

The relentless thrusts from Lukas, his huge cock stretching out her tiny lips, made it hard to focus as her body jerked again and again. Lena’s anger was corrosive, sending a cold shiver of shame through Amsel that clashed violently with the heat radiating from inside as her body traitorously welcomed Lukas’ cock with a hot, wet caress. Lena tugged at her hair, forced Amsel’s attention back to pleasing her girlfriend, her eyes wet.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” The harsh, accusing tones like a punch to Amsel’s gut. “To experiment? To find out what it would be like? Now lick me, you cock-craving whore!” Amsel remembered the nervous excitement when she’d begged Lena for this, the promise that it would just be a game. But looking into Lena’s shining, furious eyes now, Amsel realized this wasn’t role-play; it was punishment.

Amsel’s eyes widened, and she raised her head slightly, about to protest this. Before she could speak, Lena’s free hand snaked out and cracked against her cheek, a stinging blow. Her other hand forced Amsel back against her pussy. The metallic tang of blood from biting her own lip mixed with the musk of Lena’s arousal. Her mind wanted to recoil from the harsh words, but her hips moved on their own, snapping back to meet Lukas’ thrusts with a needy, pathetic rhythm that only proved Lena right.