She gives you something to really sink your teeth into...

"An opportunity presents itself." A voice buzzes over the speakers, drawing Oriana off your lips. The blonde driver.

"Excellent timing!" Oriana grins at you, her hand leaning you down onto your back, your crimson dress hiked up where your hips runs across her lap, the silky white panties she gave you tugged down to your thighs, your smooth slit just barely peeking out between the bright, clean red dress and white panties, the black high heels still resting on the seat on the other side of her as your head comes to rest by the door on the soft leather seat.

You look up at the door as it starts sliding open, some high school boy who can't be more than eighteen with a backpack standing awkwardly outside. You suddenly become very aware of your disheveled dress, tugging it down across your lap with a grin up at the boy that turns out so playful it surprises you, your breasts bulging to get free in response to the tug, your very healthy cleavage aiming right out at him from where you lay.

"Need a lift?" Oriana says sweetly, nodding at the empty seats along the other side of the door.

"Uh..." His eyes stare down the front of your dress, and you waggle an eyebrow up at him.

"I think he needs some convincing..." Oriana looks down at you, her hands sliding up your thighs.

"Oriana!" You gasp, giggling as she tugs your silky soft panties down your legs, deftly pulling them around your shoes as you desperately try to hold your dress in place. She tosses the panties out the door, and they land perfectly across his face.

"Get in the car, boy." She says as he pulls your underwear off his face. He nods, stepping in, the white silk left out on the sidewalk as the door closes behind him.

One hand creeping gently up your thighs, the other tracing around the edge of your nipple through the dark red dress, Oriana breathes in deeply through her nose. "Mmm, you are a virgin." She smiles, the statement a matter of fact, not a question.

"Uh, well, I mean, I..." He stumbles across his words as you let out a giggling squeak, Oriana's fingers finding their way to your very wet little slit as he watches you still splayed across her lap.

"No need to lie, boy, I can tell." Oriana's finger traces up and down your wetness, then pauses to slide in, giving you cause for another giggling squeak, your eager hips writhing gently in response. "Excellently done, Josephine." She says.

"I thought you would be pleased with this one, mistress." The driver's voice replies as Oriana's finger gently teases in and out of you, your hips still writhing in her lap, your hands letting the hem of the dress start slip up, nearly exposing you to the boy.

"Cindy, darling, do you mind giving the boy his first blow job?" She looks down at you and you nod eagerly up at her, slipping off her lap and onto the floor, the back of your mind sorry to let her finger slip away. Squeezing between the low table and the boy on your knees between his, you
tuck your errant dress back down over your momentarily bared backside, your hands easily working open the front of his loose jeans, tugging the very stiff and surprising hefty cock free from his boxers.

You smile up at him, a hand on each of his thighs, leaning into the head of his stiff flesh, slipping it between your lips with a sigh that runs so intensely through your own flesh you'd think it'd passed between a separate pair of lips altogether.

"You want to touch her?" Oriana says, smiling to the boy as he finally notices her own short dress and the absence of anything at all underneath it. He just stares, eyes bulging, as you tease gently at the head of his large cock. "Her breasts are spectacular. I'd highly recommend it. Cindy, do you mind?" You feel her glance on you behind you and know exactly what she wants you to do.

Your mouth not leaving his cock and your eyes not leaving his, you slip your arms off him and under the straps of your dress, pushing it down, baring your perky C cups and their large, dark, stiff nipples. Your hands reach up to his, pulling them down from his sides around your bobbing head
to grope your bared breasts, his clumsy hands squeezing them tightly, fondling at the sensitive, stiff little nubs of your nipples.

"If you think those are nice, you'll love her pussy." Oriana says off-handedly. "Cindy." You can feel her nod your way, and know again what's wanted. You lift your hips off the back of the strappy black heels, shoving the dress down around them, rolling your knees up and back, your lips sliding along his cock as you rock back and forth pushing the dress down and off. You smile around his cock, completely naked now save for the black high heels, as you draw one of his hands down your front. As he leans in, his chest presses your head down, shoving his cock deep into your throat as
his gangly arm reaches down between your thighs, his fingers as roughly groping at the wet slit down there as they did your breasts.

"Let's move this along, shall we?" Oriana says sweetly and you and the boy rise as one, your naked body rolling back onto the low black leather table, his fingers groping in and out of your dripping wet pussy, his cock never slipping free of your lips. Your legs roll up, slipping around his arm, pressing his reach around beneath your thigh as you spread wide laying there in front of Oriana.

She inhales deeply once more, breathing in your scent with a happy sigh. "She may turn out to be even better than you, Josephine."

"You truly have spectacular instincts, mistress." The blonde's voice comes over the speakers as Oriana's lips close on your aching clit.

You eek out a moan around the cock shoving itself in and out of your throat as Oriana's tongue works magic on your most sensitive little nub. Between the build up, the cock in your mouth, the fingers working in and out of you and Oriana, you can already feel yourself peaking. Your back arching, you cry out another muddled moan as you feel Oriana start driving the boy's fingers in and out of you faster, harder, deeper.

"Be prepared." Oriana pulls off you briefly, her voice suddenly darker. In a heartbeat, her lips are back on you, a sudden intense mix of pain and pleasure shooting into you. This time, you're screaming around the cock as her teeth sink into either side of your aching pussy.

Your hips buck, every muscle in your body tensing outward from Oriana's bite, the sensation of it shooting through you, turning your building orgasm into something even more intense. You feel yourself suck inward, latching onto the cock in your mouth and the fingers in your pussy, pulling both in tighter, harder, your throat and pussy tightening around both. As your lips press in tight around the base of his cock, the boy bursts inside your throat.

You've gone down on guys before. You've even had some pretty rough deep throats. But you can feel that Oriana's bite is making things different this time. Radically different. As he cums inside you, your body feels as though it's reliving that instant of her teeth breaking your skin, that sensation of intensity flowing out from between your thighs, rocking every inch of your body. And with each spurt, your body is rocked again and again.

And he just keeps cumming. And so do you, sucking ever harder on to his massive cock pressing down your throat, his fingers crushed inside your pussy, Oriana's teeth inside your flesh.

And as quickly as you got pushed over the edge into uncontrollable insanity, your mind clears. You can feel every inch of your body, and his body, and Oriana's body, and the back of the limo, and Josephine in perfect clarity. You gasp, eyes wide, breath and heart frozen in that instant, the boy's rapidly diminishing cock slipping from your mouth.

Oriana's teeth slip out of your skin, leaving neat, tidy little puncture marks that seem to all but fade as soon as she leans back. She smiles at you as you lay there, none of her teeth nearly long enough to have broken your flesh.

"You may go." She says gently to the boy as the door slides open. He stumbles awkwardly up and out, mumbling, trying to put away the cock still hanging out of the front of his jeans. The limo door closes, and you feel it start to move again.

Still laying there, heart and breath still frozen, every inch of everything still pouring into your senses, Oriana climbs slowly up over you, her knees gently pressing against your still up-turned thighs, her hands landing neatly to either side of your perky breasts as she leans in above you.

Your eyes meet, then your lips, wetly. She pulls up, smiling, her sweet, smooth voice pouring into your senses in the same rush of intensity as everything else around you.

"Welcome to the family."