Cumpster

Scarlett had been with enough first-time lesbians (usually unwilling first time lesbians, just like this one) to know when the girl was ready to succumb. She stood, next to the girl, tracing the very same circles she had done for several minutes and watched the girl's ass start to move in time with it.

She smiled maliciously at the moan trying to escape past the dumpster lid as she pushed two fingers into the trapped girl unexpectedly, keeping her thumb circling her clit. If this were any other day, Scarlett would be loving this, but on this particular day her prey was responsible for the fact she's standing in broad daylight, almost completely nude. This wasn't sex to Scarlett, no matter how hot it was becoming for her, it was a mission and it was vengeance.

Her efforts became less seductive or ceremonious as she continued to please the girl, and much more about balancing getting her off as quickly as possible with maintaining stamina to get as many orgasms from her as possible -- to recover as much of her outfit as possible.

Scarlett marvelled at how quickly, with a little magic, she'd taken the girl from fear to near climax as she watched her nice college ass move in time with her hand. Moments before the girl came from Scarlett's hand movements, she pulled her hand away and took a few seconds to decide whether it would be worth ruining her orgasm as further punishment, but ultimately decided that it contradicted with her more important goal.

Scarlett didn't stop to acknowledge the girl's orgasm, letting her body shift as remnants of an outfit appeared on it. This 'level' was almost worse than no clothes for Scarlett, as she was now wearing a fiercely tight belt of a corset around her waist and unstable high stiletto sandals. 'No matter, this is a stepping stone,' she thought to herself as she continued the **** on the poor girl.

Two climaxes later and the trapped girl was writhing around. Her hips were pinned at just the right height that she couldn't move her legs without the hips carrying an uncomfortable weight, all she could do is shake, wiggle and arch her lower back in protest. She fought the urge to bang on the grimy insides of the dumpster in rage as the orgasms wracked her body, taking her well beyond what she could ordinarily handle.

Just as Scarlett was starting to feel her wrist cramp from her vigorous, extended finger exercise, she spotted two scruffy men appear around the corner at the other end of the alleyway.

The men looked at each other, confused by the irregular sight of a short, busty women wearing a tight under bust corset, black panties and ankle boots bent over, aggressively working on the bottom half of a women with a particularly big ass and very nice legs as muffled screams emanate from the dumpster next to them. They squinted their eyes as they tried to figure out where the rest of the naked woman was.

"Shit!" Scarlett had to think quickly as the men made their way earlier. "I'll be back for you later," she said to the jiggling ass. She squeezed it, as if to say goodbye and popped out of existence.

At first, the girl felt the relief from the hand disappearing from between her legs and almost felt affectionate when the witch's soft hand squeezed her ass, but the silence that followed it confirmed what she feared - she wasn't going to be freed. After a further minute, she renewed her effort at trying to wriggle free but her waist was held tightly where she had been pushed through the wall and there was no give.

She screamed for help and at first, nobody came. After a minute, though, to her horror, someone did come, and the first she knew of it was a much rougher hand than Scarlett's roughly caressing her thigh.

Outside the dumpster, one of the scruffy men was crouched down next to the girl, running his hand along her thigh. He smiled up at the other and said, "you don't see this every day..."

The other already had one hand unfastening his pants.