This is my first story here hope you enjoy it. Don't be afraid to tell me your honest opinion(: criticism only makes me better.
This was possible because of KinkyMuffin. Great person she is for dealing with my constant emails hehe.
Enough onto the story.
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"Hey, Catarina."
"Hey babe, pick up."
"Why aren't you answering my calls?"
"You fucking bitch!"
"Look I'm only trying to show you how much I love you. Why can't you see that?"
After listening to my voicemails, I cringed shoving my phone back into my purse. The thought of Mason thinking we were going out sickened me. Yet his tone; Aggressive, assertive, and demanding. It made me hot, but no way in hell would I date that sociopath. I only wanted us to be friends and nothing but friends.
I sighed, looking out the window of the private jet my father practically thrown me on. His exact words:"Think of this as a vacation away from me". After the fact he had gotten called into my school by the principal briefed him on my fourth fight. Involving a guy, this ended up being his own son. I lashed out breaking his nose and left arm.
Beside the fact I only was suspended for two days, being as my father holds the threatening status as heir of the notorious Russian gang. I was his first born that automatically put me as the next heir of the family business. Not that I would want to. I couldn't— can't possibly see myself as the cause of hundreds maybe even thousands of deaths.
My eyes grew heavy as I tried counting the clouds that floated by the window. Scrunching up my body in the leather seat, getting comfortable, I dozed off. My dreams were just as creatively random as a kid's would be. I ran through fields of posies and fell off the edge of the world. Jolting awake there was a girl sitting across from me.
"You're gorgeous when you sleep," she smiled. There was something about her accent that gave me goose bumps. I blushed modestly and mirrored the same friendly smile she gave me. My eyes wondered about her body and stuck on the mound between her open legs.
She wore a short, skimpy, turquoise leather skirt that popped against her lightly tanned skin of her luscious legs. Along with it a white tube top that reached just above her navel covering her modest breast. She pretended to stare openly out of the window as she slid her fingers though her blonde hair.
Shaking myself mentally I tore my eyes from her and stared down at my hands in my lap. She giggled.
"I'm Trixie. What's your name?," she asked leaning across the small table that separated us, giving me full view of her big, brown nipples. I bit at my lip and dug my nails into my skin. I cleared my throat and introduced myself.
"Cat— I mean you can call me Cat, but my name is Catarina", I fumbled in accented English.
"That's hot", Trixie smirked as she absently licked her lips.
The plane landed within the two hours of Trixie flirting with me, talking about her recent relationships, spreading her legs wider, and the barrage of questions about my sexual experience. Which in fact I had none. I wasn't like other girls. I've feared guys all my life, but I was good at not expressing it. My father hated showing emotion he thought of it as a sign of weakness. Since then he's taught me to do also.
After the dreadful trip through the crowds at the airport, Trixie caught up to me offering me a ride in her pink punch buggy to the institute we'd been enrolled in. Here we were somewhere in Tokyo, Japan. Trixie continued her tortuous flirting on the ride to the school. Sliding her hand along my exposed thigh or copping a feel on my small tits. I endured what I could, trying to remain calm and unfazed.
We pulled into the parking of the school. The buildings were marvelous. They were painted white and blue, their windows were tented concealing its contents providing privacy for its students. We met with the principal mainly know as the dean, since they were training their students for college life. As mentioned to our parents it in fact was an all girls school.
I thanked the heavens silently as Trixie and myself made our way into the locker room to change into our school uniform. Usually I'm against any type of uniform that I'm obligated to wear, but after catching a glimpse at some of the students here my mouth watered. Pulling off my black jean shorts, after slipping out of my hot pink sandals, and tearing off my pink laced tank top I swiped up my towel and soap the raced to the shower. Finding a shower head in one of the far corners I peeled off my black laced bra and kicked off my black thong. Turning the knob warm water sprayed my body.
The water rinsed away the grime of today's sweat from my caramel brown skin. Pouring my pineapple scented liquid soap onto my towel I began lathering every inch of my small framed body. Squeezing out my towel, a pair of slender hands snaked around my waist.
"I thought maybe you could use some extra hands," Trixie whispered as she pinched and thumbed my salmon pink, perky nipples while her other hand attended my swollen clit. As she continued stroking my clit I moaned in intense pleasure. To her delight she made a discovery."Cat! You vixen you've gotten your clit pierced. You know what that means don't ya?"
Panting, I shook my head no. Trixie slid to her knees flicking her tongue across the fat, swollen outer lips of my bald pussy. I shivered almost falling to my knees myself. The pulsating water pelted us as steam gathered. Pausing she spread open my labia. Licking a trail up my womanhood she sucked at my clit, nibbling at it gently.
Digging my nails into her hair I moaned her name, "oh God. Oh God. Ooh fuck. Trixie." I came grinding my mound against her face. She lapped up my juices hungrily. Our eyes locked while she fed on my delectable nectar. She swatted my ass making me jump.
"Ooh Cat, baby, you have no idea how good you taste", Trixie cooed as she kissed a trail up my thigh. I groaned as another orgasm built up. I wanted this. I wanted her and there was no denying it. She stood and our lips grazed as she sauntered over to the shower head next to mine turning on the water.
Trixie smiled, "What? If we stay any longer they'll know something's up."
"Bitch," I murmured cleaning off the soap from my body. My black hair shriveled up into individual ringlets reaching my shoulder. Gathering my stuff, I made a beeline straight back to my assigned locker. Putting away my toiletries, I dried myself off and pulled on my bright pink panties that had kittens scattered all over them. I struggled clipping my pink bra on from the back.
"Here I've got it," a stranger said, huskily. Once my bra was clasped on I spun around and faced a pale ginger. She grinned widely as I studied her body. I fought the urge to pounce her and dry hump her leg.
She was about two inches taller than me, standing proudly in a bright red sheer bra and a matching G-string. Her mammoth sized breast looked devilishly inviting, her ass was nice and plump, her waist was small and her features were sharp. Unlike Trixie her eyes showed a glint of danger in her blue studs. She moved closer pushing me down onto the bench and down on my back.
"You know it's never good to go around so backed up. It's quite painful don't you agree?" the ginger breathed seductively as she snatched my panties off throwing them aside. I moaned in agreement as she cradled my ass and bent to her task. Nibbling at my outer lips of my pussy, I spread my legs wider offering my glistening mound to her.
"Oh what a naughty bitch you are to have a piercing in such a place," she chuckled. Kissing at it did the trick. The knot in my stomach loosened and I came screaming into my hands. Shuddering, trembling, and shaking. Slurping up my mucus she pushed her tongue deep into my sex as far as it would go.
I screamed silently contorting my face in ecstasy. Arching my back, pushing her tongue even further into me I moaned relentlessly. "Yes. Oh shit. I'm s-s-so... Close," I whimpered.
The ginger moved her tongue rhythmically, meeting every thrust of my hips. Crawling up on me her lips puckered. I closed my eyes as our lips met her tongue invaded my mouth, leaving a mixture of my cum and her saliva. Moaning into her mouth. I exploded squirting my liquids onto the bench. Retreating she knelt and hungrily licked every trace of my cum off the bench.
My head swam as she once again climbed on top of me and began to hump my leg. I groaned trying to push her off. Persistent she gripped my hand and held it down over my head. I felt a bulge grow against my leg. Frightened I tried once again to push her off with all might. She didn't budge.
Trixie came behind the ginger and pulled her off me. "Back up freak she's mine!" Trixie growled pushing the girl up against the lockers making her hit them with a thud. Taking this chance I scrambled off the bench pulling on my panties. The ginger sneered and slapped Trixie. She was about to land another blow, but I jumped between the two, shielding Trixie.
The ginger stared at me for what seemed like an hour. Her face softened. I shook nervously with my arms spread apart blocking her from Trixie. Leaning in the ginger took my face into her hands. Closing my eyes once again we shared a long and deep kiss.
Stalking away from us she stepped into the room containing the shower heads. I lowered my hands and slowly climbed into the school uniform Trixie followed suit. There was an awkward silence between us as we walked to the main office. We collected our papers given to us by the old, wrinkled, raisin scented woman with a fifties hair-do. Once we were outside Trixie broke the silence.
Slapping me across my face, I stared at her in disbelief. "You belong to me! Get that through your head," Trixie hollered. I opened my mouth to disagree, but no words surfaced from my mouth. Taking that as an agreement she pulled me by hand as we swerved through the crowd of passing students. I felt a few hands slightly touching my backside as we plowed through everyone.
"Wait Trixie." I called out to her confused of where we were headed. She ignored me staring at a sheet of paper. We ventured through many buildings until she came to a stop in front of an elevator. Planting a kiss on my cheek, Trixie gave me that smile of hers.
"I'm sorry I lost it back there. I just couldn't stand her touching you," Trixie began as we stepped into the elevator. Pulling me into her she wrapped her arms around me. Staring into my eyes she frowned. I raised my eyebrows questioning her. She chuckled then gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"I guess I never planned for this," Trixie said her eyes looking everywhere, but into my eyes.
