Carrie Dommed

When you asked Carrie what had happened she immediately began gushing. "Oh my god, I didn't even have to bring it up. The moment I got finished with my bathroom trip and washed my hands your sister locked the bathroom door and shoved me against the wall. She called me a brazen whore and told me that I she was going to treat me the way a whore should be treated. She yanked down my skirt and saw that I had no underwear on, and she said that I was even more of a little slut than she thought. She spun me to face the wall and asked if my you knew that I was trying to seduce her like a little whore. And I told you it had been your idea. She pressed herself against me pushing me tighter against the wall and asked if you really wanted your sister to have her way with your little whore, and so I told her you did, and that you also wanted your sister to have her way with you. Her hand slid down my stomach and she cupped my sex, and I could feel her fingers slipping inside of me and rubbing my most sensitive spot. I moaned and she pressed her hand harder against me, and I could feel my juices flowing and coating her hand."

You realized Carrie had started masturbating at this point, more furiously than you thought you'd ever seen her to do before. Her face was flush and her breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps. Her hand was a blur as it moved up and down her clitoris.

Carrie continues, her voice shaking and breath coming in short gasps. "Then she asked me if I was just a lying little slut, and I told her no, that you wanted to be dominated by her and to see me dominated by her, and that you weren't wearing underwear either so that she could do what she wanted without impediment. She let me go for a moment then, and I heard her go over and open her purse. And then I felt her shove a butt plug into my ass and she told me that if my goal was to turn her on, it was working, but if I wanted to be her **** I'd have to prove it and be honest about whose idea it was. I told her it was your idea, and she smacked by butt, driving the butt plug deeper and said I was lying. I told her again and again and again and each time she smacked it in deeper, oh god..." Her voice breaks as the erotic story she's telling and her masturbation bring her to the most intense orgasm you've ever seen her experience. Her hand grips the bed sheets tightly as she rides out the incredibly erotic sensation.

Finally, panting for breath, she continues, "And then I told her that it was your idea, but that it was my idea not to wear underwear and that I wanted it as least as badly as you did. And she told me to put my skirt back on, and go back to the table. And she told me that while I told you what happened I had to masturbate until I came at least once. And you're not allowed to touch yourself, and I'm not allowed to touch you until she gives us permission, but I'm supposed to make you watch me masturbate with this butt plug in at least twice more without you getting any relief." Her breathing was ragged and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were alight with a mixture of arousal and excitement. Her hands trembled as she recounted the events of the evening. Her body was tense, coiled like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.