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As soon as she saw the new girl, Tara realised she was going to be a co-conspirator or major competition.
The new girl flowed towards her while maintaining eye contact as if in a staring contest. She stopped just a little too close to Tara and glanced at Tara’s lips. As if reading Tara’s mind, her eyes flashed with wickedness as she said “All of the above. OK? Now, give me a tour of this place?”
YBG smiled and wondering what she tasted like. Then she grabbed the girl by her hair, bit her neck, and whispered in her ear, “You know, I eat little things like you for breakfast. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She liked how the girl trembled beside her, tried to remain unaffected.
“You don’t scare me!” the girl whispered, but didn’t twist free, moaning as she felt Tara’s hot hand slither across her breasts, down her stomach and stop right at her naked thigh, her lips on her neck.
Tara reached under her skirt and grabbed her panty-clad cunt. Her panties were soaked. Tara rubbed her there, loving how the girl was wiggling her butt against her, sighing. She pleasured her, bringing her closer and closer, and the girl was groaning, leaning back into her, her head falling back, getting ready to cum—
When Tara removed her hand, shoved her against the door, and pinned her arms above her head. Then she leaned in to kiss the girl hard, tasting her berry-glossed lips, shoving her hungry tongue inside the girl’s mouth, kissing away all of her resistance.
The girl was breathing hard now, grinding her pussy against Tara’s, thrilling as Tara released her arms and pulled off her top, and released her breasts. Tara licked each hard bud, then sucked and bit them in turn, the girl’s smell, the feel of the girl’s hot skin, her engorged nipples in her teeth making Tara ache and drip, too.
Tara reached under the girl’s skirt and pulled down her panties, quickly cupping her hot, wet pussy. Her fingers teased her slick folds, and her thumb, the girl’s hardened clit, and the girl closed her eyes, giving in to Tara’s delicious assault.
Then Tara removed her hand and smacked that pussy hard.
The girl’s eyes were wide, tearful. “What? Why—” she gasped.
“That pussy belongs to me now, slut,” she purred, stroking it again, gently, teasingly.
The girl tensed, anticipating another smack. She was ashamed at how wet it had made her, that Tara would feel it.
“You liked that sting, didn’t you, baby girl?” cooed Tara, expertly teasing her, slipping one slick finger then another inside her. The scent of pussy filled the room. The girl moaned as Tara’s thumb found her clit again, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you want to cum, little one? Then tell me whose pussy this is!” Tara hissed, her thumb moving slower and slower, as the girl shoved her pussy harder into her hand.
“Oh god, please! It belongs to you!”
“What do you want, baby girl?” Tara teased, her fingers speeding up their devious torment.
“I need to cum, please! Please let me cum!” the girl cried out.
And Tara smiled at her, the girl’s words making Tara’s clit so hard. Then she smacked that pussy hard, three hard slaps, slaps that took the girl’s breath away, that made tears fall down her face.
And then Tara knelt before her and kissed and licked her swollen cunt, laved her hot tongue against that clit, and felt the girl grab her head as she came, gushing all over Tara’s face, crying out her name.
Tara stood, and ordered the girl to lick the cum off her face. Then she pushed the girl down to the floor, and told her get her Mistress off.
Tara smiled in triumph as the girl pleasured her eagerly, her lust rising as she watched me watching them, stroking my cock feverishly.
She couldn’t believe how easy this had been.
I owed Tara £100.
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