A Day In The Life Of Three Horny Girls – Erotic Story

My name is Madelia, but I prefer to be called Mad. I’m not entirely sure why, but I think that the name ‘Mad’ should have been the only thing written on my birth certificate.

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Maybe, the name just sums up my personality very well. I’m a mad girl when I’m out partying with my friends, cruising in my Land Rover or fucking the brains out of a hot guy I’d meet at a bar.

A horny woman has a big imagination!

It wasn’t long ago when I was moaning in ecstasy to the sensation of a dark-haired man sliding his cock in and out of my ass. I could still feel the warmth of his hand clutching onto mine while he grabbed my hair with his other fist. I could still feel his breath on the skin of my neck. I want him again; right now.

Speaking of the devil, my phone begins to buzz.

‘A message? From who?’ I think to myself.

It’s from Julian; the man who ravaged me passionately and vigorously that night. From the moment I read the message, my underwear begins to get wet by my pussy juices; I can feel it trickling down from my shaven lips to my inner thighs. He wants to see me again; that’s fantastic!

I want to be as cool with my reply as possible, so I just reply to him by saying ‘Ok, handsome’ with a smiley emoticon at the end. The moment I put my phone down, my hands go straight down to my pants. I want to feel how hot my cunt is while I think about Julian burying his face in between my thighs.

As I throw my back onto the mattress, I can’t stop thinking about how good his mouth would feel on my warm, pink clit. The way that he would flick it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. The way that he would suck on my lips and slip a finger inside my moist cunt.

I can picture him moving his mouth faster and faster to try and quench his thirst for my juices. I want him to act like a carnal animal on my cunt; as if it’s the best pie that he’s ever tasted and doesn’t want to lose the flavour. I try to remember his voice inside my head; what he would say and how he would whisper dirty things while he’d munch on my pussy.

“Yeah…you like that, don’t you? You’re a filthy fucker, aren’t you? God, you’re so hot…I want you…I want you to fill my mouth with your cum…”

Slowly, I begin to imagine Julian drawing away one of his hands from my body to touch his throbbing manhood. I can imagine myself listening to the pitter patter of his pre-cum that would be drooling from his shaft; He’d be so horny for me. There’s a picture in my head where my hips would begin to move back and forth on his face. As my moans begin to get louder and louder, I picture the handsome devil whispering me to orgasm in his mouth.

“Cum for me…cum for me…cum…cum…cum right now, you dirty girl!”

The sound of my screams echoes across the bedroom as I squirt all over my duvet cover. I can only imagine what Julian would be like in the next session that I’ll have with him. Another message pops up on my phone; is it him again? I pick up the phone with my wet fingers and swipe my phone screen to read the message. It says:

‘I just came all over my bed sheets at the thought of licking, sucking and eating your tiny pussy. I’m going to do that to you tomorrow night, on your staircase with the windows open. I know how mad you are…’

A happy ending that every man desires…

“Dammit!”

I curse to myself as I try to mop up the lavender oil that I’ve spilt onto my laminated floor. I don’t know why I’m acting like a novice in the parlor since I’ve been doing independent massages for almost a year now.

I’ve received many positive reviews from clients who have been cured of backaches and pulled muscles by the use of my hands. I can’t think of a better job to have in the world; I get paid a good amount of money for doing something so relaxing, it satisfies both me and my clients. Furthermore, I can’t think of a better job to have in the world that makes my hands as smooth as silk!

It’s 3.30 pm, and I’ve finished my last appointment an hour ago. I don’t have anyone else’s body to soothe and I don’t want to bore myself in my parlor, so I start to wrap up everything in the room; until I hear the door bell ringing. I look up to see one of my closest friends that I’ve ever had; Flynn.

He has always helped me out with any problem that I’d have and we get on so well together. There have been times when I wanted to ask him out on a date, but I’m just a simple girl with flowers in my hair and likes to give soothing massages to people. What interest would Flynn have in a girl like me?

“I’m wondering if you’re still open? I’ve got a backache that I want to get rid of.”

My cheeks flush and my nipples harden; I couldn’t dismiss the chance of seeing him topless and pleasing him with my hands…Within an instant, I set the table back up for him to undress and place his temple on top of it. Within moments of sliding my hands down his back, I begin to feel like a novice once more; someone who doesn’t know how to perform a massage without turning red or feeling bashful. He looks up at me with his back and legs showing; I think he notices that I’m trembling.

“Are you ok?”

The words are having trouble in rolling out from my mouth, as I just mumble to him under my breath.

“Annabelle, Stop.”

He firmly orders at me as he lifts himself from the table to look at me firmly in the eyes. My face became as red as blood when I see him naked right in front of me. He’s just a friend; why is he showing me his bare body? All of a sudden, he takes one of my oily hands and slides it down his impeccable chest. I push my thighs together tightly as I feel his muscular torso against my palm.

“Do you like that?”

He asks me tenderly. I just nod back calmly as he pulls my hand closer and closer to his crotch. I’m too shy to notice that his cock is as hard as a rock, but I realise that my body has a mind of its own as I begin to kneel down to see how big his manhood is.

I shouldn’t do this; he is my friend. However, that isn’t stopping me from rubbing his shaft up and down with delight. I catch him looking at me as I start to pleasure his body more with my hands. Slowly, I let my tongue work some magic on him and begin to lick his cock from his balls to his tip.

This feels so dirty but so good at the same time. The sound of his moans just makes me want him inside me more and more. After toying with his cock, I begin to let it slide inside my mouth until the tip of his manhood touches the back of my throat. Flynn grabs my hair and starts to control the movement of my mouth while I continue to rub my hands all over his oily body. Fuck, this is fantastic!

I’m moving my head back and forth faster and faster as I want to know what his cum taste like. Judging by his god-like physique, he must eat a lot of fruits and vegetables in his diet. He clutches my head with both of his hands and starts to move my head up and down his big, throbbing cock. I want him. I want him to fuck my pussy the same way he his fucking my mouth right now.

However, before I realise it, he groans in pleasure as he releases his load all over my tongue and mouth. It tastes like pineapple; I didn’t realise that his cum would taste as sweet as citrus. Flynn looks at me again, before he whispers:

“Come back to my place once you’ve finished work.”

Yes Mistress

The night is as hot as hell itself. I’m waiting for my next client to arrive as I clean my horsewhip and arrange my ropes. In the daytime, I’m known as Victoria; the angel amongst all of my friends who think I have a dainty personality. In the nighttime, I’m known as Mistress Vixen; the devil who makes men cry in pain and pleasure.

The intercom rings before I pick up the phone to see whether my little bitch has arrived yet. I see him in the camera; he’s tall, dark, he’s wearing casual clothes; no way he could be a submissive! I unlocked the gate with the press of the button and watch him make his way up to my front door. Before I let him in, I gaze at myself in the mirror to check that my gothic attire is perfect enough to dominate him on my laminated floor. Latex can make any man hard in their pants.

He walks in as shy as a puppy that has touched grass for the first time. In fact, he does remind me of a puppy that one of my friends have.

“What is your name?”

“Charlie.” The man replied in a quivering tone.

I let an awkward silence fill my room for a couple of moments.

“My name is Mistress Vixen; you will only call me by that name or by Mistress. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you know what the safeword is, Charlie?”

“No, Mistress.”

“The safeword is ‘danger’, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I fucking love it when men call me ‘Mistress’.

“So, we can begin the session.”

“Yes, mistre-”

Before I let him complete his sentence, I push him down onto the sofa and place my pussy up against his face so he couldn’t breathe. He stays on the sofa for a couple of minutes before I grab him by his shirt collar and pull body onto the floor.

“Do you like being bossed around, Charlie?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As I stand above him with each foot by his cheeks, I reveal my hot, dripping pussy to him as he stares at it in delight.

“I want you to touch yourself, but don’t come until I say.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I watch him closely as he looks down to undo his trousers, but I kick his hand away harshly in disgust.

“Did I tell you to stop looking at my cunt?”

“No, mistress.”

“So, keep looking at it.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I could tell that he’s frightened and excited at the same time; by the way, his eyes begin to water. I look over my shoulder to see how big he is. My, my. He is very big.

“Lick my boots as you rub your cock, but don’t cum until I say.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m getting sick of you calling me ‘Mistress’. Call me by my full name.”

“Yes, Mistress Vixen.”

“Good boy.”

I revel in delight as I watch Charlie’s tongue slide over my leather boots; the way that he leaves a trail of saliva on my shoes makes me bite my lip a little bit. I want to call him ‘puppy’, but I keep thinking that it’d be weird if I call him by an animal. It doesn’t matter; he’s being a good boy.

“You like being my little bitch, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Vixen.”

“Well, why don’t you please your mistress by licking my wet cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress Vixen.”

“Do it.”

I kneel down to make my bitch suffocate a little; only a little. However, things end abruptly when I suddenly feel something warm splatter on my back. No fucking way. Charlie looks at me with a mouth full of pussy and eyes filled with tears. I growl at him angrily but then cool myself down as I lift myself up from him.

“You disobeyed me, Charlie.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Vixen.”

“It’s ok.”

“Really, Mistress Vixen?”

“Of course, because it means that I can punish you now for the next 40 minutes…my little bitch.”

These kinds of sessions are what make my clients crawl back to me. They love that I can act like a dominant woman who can make any guy climax within the first half of a session. I love it too; I love being a mistress more than my clients do. In the day, I am Victoria, but in the night, I am Mistress Vixen.

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Zoe Jaspers has worked in the adult industry for over a year, but she has already gained a fantastic reputation in the field. As a writer, she is passionate about bringing the reader some of the most interesting blog content around.

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