Holley Rides Her Bitch

by Holley

My recent past experiences with older women had, or has, given me so much confidence. I now find myself staring at women in the street and holding my stare until they looked away or, as had happened on few occasions, they'd tried to outstare me. I rarely failed to outstare them; they generally looked away eventually with an embarrassed look on their faces so that when they did turn back they saw me still staring at them. On one occasion as the woman had turned to look back at me I'd put my hands on my breasts and dragged them slowly over the curve closing my eyes and when I opened them again I'd seen her tongue caressing her lips.

The only problem with that had been that I'd been with Erica who'd called me a bitch under her breath and then when I took my hand off my breasts and touched her hand she'd moaned at me and tried to hold my hand. It's such a wonderful thought that here I am, a fourteen year old, and there she is a thirty five year old and without boasting I knew that if I told her I was going to fuck her she'd say “yes please”. I don't know if it's because of my confidence that I have older women in the palm of my hand or whether it's my outright aggressiveness.

Most recently I'd given Geraldine, my mother, a thorough fucking and then with great delight spent an hour or so explaining to Erica over the phone precisely what I'd done to her. As I'd progressed from telling Erica how I'd kissed Geraldine to holding her breasts and then fingering her pussy and then poking her pussy with my tongue and eventually eating her pussy I'd been rewarded with Erica's moans and complaints about how I was supposed to love her.

The feeling of power was overwhelming and with each step and moan I'd really turned the screws on her until such time as she'd said “please stop, I can't bare anymore of your torment. I need you so much and I'm trying to get to see you, you must know that but remember I have family responsibilities”. Did I care that she has family responsibilities? No, I don't. I want her here or at least I want her to send me a plane ticket so I can go to see her in some fancy hotel where we won't be disturbed as I fuck her hard and often.

“Please darling”, she'd said, “I'm trying my best” but the only answer I could give her was “well, you're not trying hard enough”. I'd heard her start to whimper so I knew very well that she had her fingers in her pussy and was really going to town but when I said “damned well stop that” she started to cry. Good, that meant she'd try even harder to get to see me and frankly I didn't care if she embarrassed herself in the attempt.

Several hours later Geraldine called me to the phone and who could it be other than Erica? Can you make it to the airport tomorrow she asked and when I turned to ask Geraldine if it was OK she said, “I know you're going to ask Geraldine for permission but fuck Geraldine, I want you so much”.

Ah, total capitulation, now that's what I call success. To add even more torment to the situation I called to Geraldine and opening my dress I took her hand and put it inside my bra. It necessitated me sucking my breath in but her hand was inside. I asked her if it felt nice making sure that Erica heard what I was saying as Geraldine's hand navigated it's way around my breast and onto my nipple until I said “that's enough for now, save the rest for bedtime”. Of course Erica knew what had happened and promptly called me a slut but my reply was my new favourite word for her and I retaliated by calling her a 'whore”, a word that really turns her on.

She told me what she'd done. She'd booked me on a flight for early morning and told me the name of the hotel where we'd be staying. Wow, she really must want me, it was just about the flashiest hotel in town but to add sauce to the package she told me that I had a fair amount of money to spend in the hotel's dress shop. Yum, I could just see myself in a new dress, new underwear, just the kind to send her silly with desire, new shoes, in fact the works. I wouldn't bother taking too many clothes with me, just some of the ones she'd bought for me before and which I knew with certainty would make her drool over me.

I didn't lie on the news that I'd be fucking Geraldine that night, I'd save all the torment for tomorrow night although as the phone call ended she added “please don't exhaust yourself with Geraldine tonight”. Although I'd rather save myself too the chance of having Geraldine, who'd overheard most of the conversation and was looking very desirable, was far too tempting. I won't bore you with the details of Geraldine and I that night; this story is about Erica and I but suffice it to say that Geraldine was a very satisfied lady. Fortunately dad was out fucking his secretary or whoever she was so Geraldine's moans and groans as I'd sucked her pussy as dry as a desert well went unanswered except for my encouragement.

I met Erica at the hotel straight from the airport, she was waiting in the lounge when I arrived and with only a little kiss she led me to the “desk” to check in and then directly to the room. In the lift despite knowing there's a security camera in the corner she kissed me and took my hand straight to her breast. Such is my confidence I smiled at the camera for the security persons to see. We had to go almost to the top floor so I had time for more than a little play and I imagined a female security person watching me open Erica's dress and kissing her bra covered breast quite openly. By the way, before I left the hotel to go home again I overheard one of the security persons say to another, under her breath of course, “that's the girl that started to fuck the other one in the lift yesterday”. Ah, at my tender age I've started to gain some notoriety. I just love it.

Once in the room Erica was at me trying to get me to kiss her but I fobbed her off telling her that I thought she ought to take me to the dress shop to see what they had for someone like me. She took me but not too happily, obviously she wanted to get me on the bed, me on top of course, but I had every intention of dragging it out and perhaps even making her beg for “it”. We moved around among the racks of dresses and skirts until I found one that I thought she'd like. Silver grey skirt, short with a split up the left thigh and when I tried it on it just sat on my bottom as though it had been especially made for me. I had no intention of stopping there though and wandered through racks of blouses until I found one with a nice high collar, in white with a lace panel in the front and then the piece that I really wanted, a pretty little bra that would show through the blouse and of course panties to match. Before we left we went to the hosiery counter and bought stockings. I have no idea what it all cost her; I left the dress shop whilst she was dealing with the payment.

Now that I had the full regalia I wanted to try it all on together so as she came out of the shop I moved towards the lifts. Keeping her tense or sexually tense I gave her a kiss just to make her blush in front of the other guests. There were other people in the lift so she looked a little scared as though she was frightened that I'd rape her in full public view. But I had every intention of making her wait although I did hold her hand where no one else could see it and I was rewarded with an occasional squeeze.

She unlocked the door and I, like a member of the nobility, swept past her heading straight for the bedroom. I threw the packages on the bed and proceeded to strip all my clothes off much to her delight. First my blouse, then my skirt, then my stockings, then my bra and lastly and as though I was shy I removed my panties with my back towards her. However, being the tease I am, immediately the panties were off I turned and stood with my hands on my hips and my pussy thrust forward so she could see it. Fabulous, I could see her licking her lips in anticipation.

I unpacked all the items as slowly as I could and as I removed the packaging I held the items up to the light as if to examine them. Then, as slowly as I could and as demonstrably sexy as I could I slipped into the garments. First the bra and panties, oh how gorgeous, they slid across my skin like silk. Then the stockings, so fine they may almost not have been there but the thrill of pulling them up my legs almost to my pussy was wonderful. The skirt, just as though I was pulling something like an elastic stocking over me, it fitted so tight, I could feel the stretch of the material as I wriggled my backside into to it. Finally the blouse; it was tight across my small breasts but I'd chosen the bra and blouse very well, the front of the blouse was low and with the way the bra held my breasts they almost appeared to be floating out of the top of the blouse. Putting my shoes back on I strode to the mirror and examined myself as closely as I could. The mirrors were winged, meaning that it was in three parts so that the two side mirrors could be moved and that way I could examine myself from both sides. Wow, my arse looked great in the skirt and frankly my tits did too.

Erica looked as though she was going to have a fit, her face was quite red presumably from the blood pressure my clothes were imposing on her but when she stood up to move across the room to me I pushed her away and told her to take me to the coffee shop downstairs. Obviously she would rather have stayed and fucked but in my opinion she needed just that little bit of extra tension in her body and then when it had built up to an almost unbearable level I would fuck her silly.

Again in the lift I guessed the security persons were looking but all I did that time was to open my blouse a little as though I was going to adjust my bra and that was all they got to see. In the coffee bar I made sure that I leaned forward quite a number of times so that Erica could see my breasts and each time I thought I heard a little intake of breath that ought to have indicated excitement. I was slow drinking my coffee but eventually l leaned forward again and said in a sort of stage whisper, “let's go, I'm ready to fuck you now”. God, she's so embarrassed looking around to see if anyone seemed to have heard me but when she saw that every body was concentrating on their own business she stood and we left the shop.

No playtime in the lift this time, I was saving it for when I had her in the bedroom. By the way, whilst I've been turning the screws on her it was not all one-sided, she looked lovely, she'd really put on a show for me and if she was “horny” then so was I.

In the bedroom I did what I did best with her and started to undress her not letting her do anything at all. Every button that was unfastened, I did it. Every item of clothing that was removed, I did it, even her stockings. I knelt in front of her and rolled them down her legs and then of course her shoes. I turned her round so she could see herself naked in the mirror and if she wasn't impressed with herself, I was.

There was juice around her pussy lips but I have to say it wasn't one sided, I had juice around mine too but she wasn't going to see it just yet. Whilst she was still stood there I walked around her admiring each part of her body and letting my eyes fall regularly to her moist pussy. Her eyes were glazing over under the influence of my stares and without a doubt she was ready but first I had to let her see me in the same state as she. I didn't take my time now, I rushed to get naked and when I was I took her in my arms and we kind of danced around the room with my thigh tight between her legs crushing her pussy with each step. She started to become even more slippery and occasionally my leg slid from between hers but she was the one that made sure it went back there as quickly as possible.

During the course of the dance she held me so tight around the neck whilst I held her so that her tits were pressed against mine and my thigh was sliding against her pussy in her own pre “cum”. What a delicious feeling to have this adult woman in my teenage arms knowing full well that if I put my fingers in her pussy right now she'd ride them for all she was worth. But, there was more torture in store for her as I led her towards the window and turning her round she was facing the street. True, we were a long way off the ground but who knows, perhaps there are people across the road in that other hotel that could see her naked body.

Needless to say, she wasn't happy with that but I made her stand with her hands on the window frame whilst I reached around her and stroked her cunt. I could almost hear the cheers from across the road as faces appeared at the window opposite. 'Oh fuck' she said, “everyone can see me, how embarrassing”. Another moan escaped her mouth as my fingers lubricated themselves on her beautiful pussy juice. As my fingers took on some of her juices and then penetrated her to my fullest extent she let out another moan and when I said I thought we should get dressed and go for a walk she said “what a rotten teenager you are, younger than my daughter and such a fucking torment”. I gave her backside a little smack for swearing although I expected that later I'd encourage her to use the foulest of language. She'd respond especially when I had her in my arms and whispered into her ear the magic word “whore”. That always got her hot!

I pulled a chair closer to the window and made her bend over it face down so that her bottom could plainly be seen from across the street. My fingers penetrated her pussy again and although I knew she'd like to complain about the embarrassment I knew she wouldn't in case I removed them from her special place. But, I am a kind girl so I took my fingers out and moved to the window posing there for just a few seconds so the people across the road could get their last look and then, rotten bitch that I am, I closed the curtains with a flourish. That was not an excuse for her to move though and I reprimanded her for having done so. She was apologetic and promised not to make presumptions again; she'd wait until she had her instructions from me. Good, I do like an obedient woman.

I allowed her to kneel on the chair at first but realising that it wasn't comfortable for her I let her stand whilst I changed the chairs. This one had a much softer seat for her to kneel on and then when she knelt I knelt too. I knelt on the floor and reaching forward I opened her bottom cheeks and kissed her softly right on her anal ring. She liked it; I liked it so we were two very happy females for the time being as I rained kisses and licks both on her anus and the surrounding flesh around her anal ring. With each kiss and lick she moved just a little towards me and as she moved her backside from side to side her cheeks opened a little further with each movement. I took advantage of her movements timing my descent to her arsehole to perfection. Her arsehole was exposed to its fullest in time with the arrival of my kiss.

There was more to come for her of course as I pushed my finger between her legs reaching for her pussy and when I arrived I timed the plunge into it in accordance with my tongue's dart to her arsehole. My tongue was stiffened like an erect penis. Yes, even at the tender age of fourteen I had seen one, and it penetrated her arsehole at the same time as my finger pushed into her cunt. Oh, what a moan, I'd really struck the jackpot with her as she tried to ride my finger but only found that she couldn't keep both my finger and tongue in her openings if she did that. So, she had a choice then and decided that she really wanted her pussy tormented rather than her arsehole or even a half-baked effort in both places.

My delicate fingers were playing around just inside her pussy lips, turning this way and then that way and then bending my fingers so that bent they occupied her entire pussy channel. Once I'd found just the right angle to bend my fingers at, so they touched the walls on both side, I moved them slowly backward and forward and with each movement just turning them that little bit so as not to neglect any part of her delicious channel. Whilst I was doing this and laying the occasional kiss on her buttocks I was asking her if it was better to have my fingers and tongue pleasing her than her ex husbands cock. “Oh my god” she said, “he never fucked me like this”. I loved that kind of praise and rewarded her with extra effort moving my fingers, now very well lubricated, in and out much faster than before.

I hoped the rooms were well sound proofed because she was letting out some absolutely awful language, “oh fuck, oh damn, oh hell, oh fuck me, oh why didn't I become a lesbian and meet you years ago”? I had to remind her that I'm only fourteen so if she'd met me years ago she'd probably be a physical wreck by now. I'd withdrawn my fingers from her darling pussy and helping her up I'd led her to the bed making her comfortable with all the pillows either under her backside or under her head. Which ever it was her pussy was thrust up just nicely and the view from where I stood at the side of the bed was beautiful, it was glistening with a combination of the saliva from my mouth and her own pre cum.

She looked so tantalising just then that I thought it time to give her some relief, after all I had the rest of the night to make her declare her desire for me. I knelt at the side of her and balancing myself on one arm with the other hand deep in her pussy I hand fucked her as fast as I could. Her disgusting language started up again and with every few strokes I called her a whore just to encourage her. That was until the fountain of youth erupted and disgorged her cum over quite a radius. It didn't reach my face, unfortunately, but it did reach my arms and my chest. Even though she'd had her eyes closed during the preliminary part of the fuck she'd opened them just at the right moment, the moment when she sprayed me with her wonderful juices.

We we're both pretty tired but I was damned well determined to make her realise that I was certainly giving her the very best fuck she'd ever had and so despite her objections I laid her on her back still with her pussy thrust towards the ceiling and moving between her legs I proceeded to fuck her clitoris to clitoris. I rode her slowly at first and then as she approached another orgasm I eased off the pace so that her orgasm was there right on the verge. I kept her there for what seemed like for ever just bringing her to just below her peak and then again letting it pass until after I thought I'd tormented her quite sufficiently I rode her like a mad woman bringing her cries of “oh fuck” from deep in her throat. Her face was so flushed it looked as though she'd run the Olympic hundred metres and frankly I was absolutely fucked too. obviously there would be no more sex for a while and we both settled down to sleep although she did at one stage try to get out of bed to clean herself up but I stopped her so that if we woke during the night I'd have dried “cum' on her pussy lips for me to reconstitute and eat.

We or at least I did, I fell into a deep sleep but not before promising her that as soon as I woke she could have a little suck of my pussy but only if she promised to be good. With that promise we drifted off to sleep with the promise of perhaps a nighttime session if we woke later.