A Goth Girl

A goth girl stood there drinking in the vision that was Mary. She was short and curvy, with bright pink hair. Her face was heavily made up with purple lipstick and eyeshadow. She wore a pleated tartan miniskirt, and a buckled leather overbust corset. She wore knee high boots with a four inch platform, and ripped stockings. "I love that outfit" she said to Mary. "Where did you get it?"

Mary tried to answer, but was having a hard time composing herself. She had known the word lust, but never before had she understood it so completely. "I...I don't know." she managed. The girl smiled. "You're a strange one. How could you not know? Are from france?"

The last question caught Mary off guard, but then she remembered the accent that was being **** upon her. The girl had a deep voice. It only served to make Mary hornier. She blushed slightly. Her nipples were rock hard and throbbing, surely visible to the girl.

"I'm lost" Mary said suddenly. "Can I use your phone? Sure," said the goth girl. "I'm Anne, by the way." She offered Mary her hand. When Mary took the girls hand, her hips shot involuntarily forward. "I'm Mary" she squeaked, but Anne only smiled at her.

Anne went towards a side door. "Come on up, I live above the tattoo parlor." Without meaning to the words "Yes Mistress" passed her lips. Anne grinned at her. "You're kinky aren't you Mary? Want a little discipline?" Mary's clit throbbed. "Yes please, Mistress."

Mary's true personality surfaced momentarily. 'What's with all this mistress crap, stop messing with this slut and go get your money' she thought to herself. But the submissive streak that had been **** upon her won out. Her pussy was just too hot.

Anne pinned her against her apartment door and planted a forceful kiss on Mary's crimson lips. She **** her tongue into Mary's mouth and began to to grope her breasts with one hand. She unlocked the door and opened it with the other hand, causing Mary to stumble backwards into her apartment.

Anne strode in and placed a hand on her hip. Mary quivered with pure lust. "How may I serve you, Mistress?"