"The story begins like this...hm hm," Layla clears her throat, as she crosses her long legs, which denim shorts reveal dizzyingly.
"Come on Layla, that old book!" replies her friend, while she passes the black polish on her toenails, "Have you found by chance your aunt's Harmony collection in the cellar?"
"No Anna, listen! It's not one of those stories you think. Basically it's about a girl who......," Layla replies.
"Yes, Layla," her friend interrupts her, "one of those who falls in love with the wrong man and then goodbye!"
"Nooo, listen! Basically the protagonist is a girl who enters a chat by chance, knows someone older than her and this makes her do the obscenest things. Don't you want to hear?"
"The obscenest things?! What do you mean?"
Anna smiles as she approaches her friend to take a look at the book. She now looks curious.
"Mmmmmm, ok, read...come on!"
The story begins.
"How excited I am! Tonight I will meet him, for the first time. I can't wait! He is such a sweet man. He even gave me a dress for the occasion. Who knows how it is, I have to go and collect it at the store".
It is late afternoon and Juliet rushes. The man she has to date is much older than her, he could be her father, but she doesn't care. They've been chatting for about a month and she's in love with him.
As soon as the girl sees her dress, is stunned. It is a black miniskirt with a decidedly low-cut silver top and a short black jacket. Finally a pair of high heels.
At first she seems perplexed, intimidated by the kind of clothing she's not used to, but she's elated that it's a gift from her lover.
Besides, her long legs are so elegant on the heels. Soft and slim. While her breasts, so firm and prosperous, seem to explode in that two sizes less bodice.
It's true, Juliet is ashamed to go out dressed like that, she usually wears jeans and sneakers, but this is a special occasion!
It's 9pm now, time to go. Juliet puts her jacket on and goes out. When she arrives at the meeting place, she sees the man waiting for her in the car.
As soon as she gets in, he fills her with compliments. On the other hand, intimidated, she keeps her eyes down. Then they leave.
They arrive in an avenue not far from the downtown. It seems like a quiet area. Few passers-by, few lights, few clubs. He offers her an ice cream. She accepts with pleasure.
The two thus begin to walk and chat, until the avenue becomes less crowded. On the sidewalk, scattered here and there, only a few young girls with heavy make-up.
As they walk the man tells her that he wants to introduce her to a friend. Juliet doesn't understand, what does a friend have to do with them? suddenly he stops in front of one of the girls. He greets her and the two begin to make conversation. Her name is Eva, she is a very beautiful woman, with a dark and haughty gaze.
The girl immediately notices that they are dressed almost identical. This surprises her, but she doesn't really care.
Eva looks at her from head to toe, congratulates her on the physique. Juliet smiles, blushing. Then the woman begins to caress her, first on her shoulder, then down on her breast. She slides a hand lightly under her cleavage until she feels her nipples. Juliet is stunned. She is a good girl. She doesn't understand what is going on.
It's all a bit equivocal, but the man tries to put her at ease. He jokes, hugs her. Meanwhile, Eva caresses her naked hips. She then deftly places her hand on her butt until it slips under. She touches the edge of her panties. No scruples, Eva.
The girl, on the other hand, appears shaken. That woman is putting her hands in her most intimate parts, here, in the middle of a street and her lover doesn't seem to avoid it.
Eva notices Juliet's embarrassment, smiles at her, gives her a small caress on her face, as if she's trying to apologize and invites the two for a drink in her studio, nearby.
The apartment is a basement, but the room is heated and flooded with a soft red light. A little mess makes it more lived-in.
The man knows Eva's house very well, so he invites Juliet to sit on the sofa, while the woman prepares some Vodka with ice. The girl looks around, despite everything the place looks welcoming.
Eva sits next to Juliet and hands her a glass. The girl refuses, she has never drunk in her life, but the woman insists. At this point she feels she just can't avoid it. She holds the glass tight in her hands, resting on her thin, naked thighs.
She looks at it as if it was poison, then she finds the courage in the fear of disfiguring. So Juliet drinks the first glass. Meanwhile, the man began to tell a funny story. He wants the girl to relax, to lower all her defenses.
The atmosphere slowly warms up and Juliet's mind begins to cloud. "So darling," says the woman, "is it better now?"
Eva smiles at her, with a falsely loving gesture she slides her shoulder strap, revealing her breasts. Juliet feels pale. The woman looks at her excitedly. She strokes her breasts again, tickles her nipples with her fingers wet with Vodka. Juliet has a slight tremor, but she remains motionless. Meanwhile, the man touches her legs, climbing slowly.
The little girl begins to feel a fire in her stomach. She's scared, but there's something holding her back. She takes another sip. She burns her throat. As she lifts her arm, the man takes advantage of it and slips his hand under her miniskirt. He strokes her wet panties.
Eva, on the other hand, touches her breasts voraciously, almost violently, squeezes them hard. Juliet gasps. The woman approaches her again, nibbles her lips, while the man sticks her fingers inside her. The little girl feels like exploding, she has pain in her breasts, but she likes it.
Suddenly the woman sticks her tongue in her mouth and kisses her. She towers over her half naked body. The girl feels crushed, she has the weight of this whore on her and she can't even move. The woman does not let her go, she also bites her neck, her breasts, hard, like a cruel tiger.
Juliet screams at her, tries to free herself even though this alcohol has stolen all energy from her, but the man grabs her by her hair and orders her to stay still.
Eva looks straight into her eyes and after a few moments of silence she whispers: "Hey, you are a little whore, do you understand?! From now on you will do as you are told!!"
Juliet is terrified, her legs are wide open, she is about to slip to the floor. The woman gets up and undresses her completely, tears off her top, skirt and panties. Instinctively the girl tries to defend herself, but Eva beats her on her breasts, already red and marked.
She spreads her legs apart again and penetrates her with two fingers. She pushes hard, very hard. Juliet screams once more as the man moves her hair to uncover her neck. She then takes a lace and ties it around. And she pulls, pulls hard. The little girl is afraid of her. She tears, trembles, yet she closes her eyes in a grimace of pleasure.
Eva continues to push and insult her. Now her fingers are three. While the man continues to pull the lace.
"You're a pretty little bitch, you know!?! We can make a lot of money with bitches like you, but first we have to test you, bitch! This is just the beginning!"
To these words Juliet falls into absolute terror. Her heart beats violently, she sweats, breathing hard. The woman slaps her again. Then she sticks a fourth finger on her. Juliet screams again, she cries. The man pulls the lasso harder.
"You are a perverse bitch," says her, now fake, lover, "Now I'll put the collar on you and make you lick the floor like a filthy bitch!"
Eva penetrates her harder and harder, Juliet is about to cum, she feels the imminent orgasm, closes her eyes, grits her teeth, then she gasps like she has never done before and finally explodes with pleasure!
The woman enjoys seeing her in that state, sticks her tongue into her pussy and licks it. She still feels her small spasms that make her legs tighten around her head. Then suddenly the man leaves her. He loosens his grip and gets up. On a small table nearby there is a dog collar. She grabs it and ties it around Juliet's neck.
"Well done bitch! Get on the floor now! I want you to get on the floor!" the man yells at her.
Juliet performs. She gets on all fours. The woman approaches her, strokes her butt, then licks it. She tries to stick a finger inside her, but the girl is tense. She has never done these things.
Eva then begins to spank her, hard. "Bitch! You're a lousy bitch, our bitch now! You have to obey. Got it?!"
Juliet is crying. The woman sticks her finger, pushes, pushes as hard as she can.
