Ellen

Ellen Fitzhenry – 10

+2 Mmm, nice long legs, pretty face standing there all alone, perfect and she just checked me out.

+5 She’s keen, this bitch will be worshiping my pussy by the end of the night.

+5 and she’s even keen to come visit me at work to talk about a bet, this is interesting.

-2 Fuck me why don’t bitches just leave us alone, ugh now I’ll have to get myself off tonight.

“Aww poor girl **** to get yourself off. Also I was right this bitch thinks she’s going to dominate me, oh girl, that isn’t gonna happen. I was going to visit her today but now I think I’ll make her wait till tomorrow, but I’ll definitely go, she can probably give me some idea’s for Scarlett’s present. And then maybe she'll get a taste of what she missed last night, but on my terms.”

“Now let’s see this picture. Oh fuck she’s hot, pierced nipples as well, oh I just want to twist them and make her squeal.”

You don’t even need to warm yourself up, you wince a little as your pussy is still a little tender but a lot better than yesterday. But two minutes in, the familiar unsatisfied feeling comes back. You put your phone down close your eyes and try to work your clit with your other hand while you keep your fingers working in and out of your dripping wet snatch. Slowly picking up speed the feeling doesn’t subside, you are going as fast as you can, squeezing and rubbing your clit. You are close but it just feels like you wont get there.

You grit your teeth and add a third finger, its not particularly comfortable but it gets you that little bit closer. Your arms are beginning to tire as you switch your hands up to no avail. 3 fingers deep in your still tender pussy with your own juices covering both your hands at this point you glance to the side at the toy that broke you two nights ago.

“No, no fucking way it’s not happening again.” You declare to yourself mentally as parts of your brain start to cloud over and you start fighting with yourself as to whether grabbing it is a good idea. At this point you let out a small scream of frustration as you realise the release you've been craving isn’t coming *pun not intended*. You cover your face with a pillow and scream loudly (within reason of course these walls are paper thin).

“Fuck me, this is getting out of control. What the fuck is wrong with me.”

You **** yourself to get up and take a cold shower. For the rest of the day you do everything you can to get your mind off the fact that you have the female equivalent of blue balls. You even go for a run, which 2 weeks ago was unheard of.