Can You Keep Your Clit?

Can You Keep Your Clit?

A story of cunning and deception

Chapter 1 by martineasy martineasy

Sandra laughed drunkenly as Karen fumbled with the keys to her front door, struggling momentarily before finding the right one and sliding it home into the deadbolt. With a turn and a click Sandra was then led inside the sexy redhead's suburban house, noting how neat and tidy the place was while the lusty lady closed and locked the door once more behind them.

They met at a fetish bar when Sandra over heard Karen speaking about the latest exploits of the Infamous Clit Hunter that she had heard on the news; a night of carefree partying had ended with yet another beautiful woman waking up without her clitoris, and as usual there were no clues as to who the cunning collector was. In a time when there was a rise in Clit Hunter copy cats, hearing a woman speak openly about the subject was very suspicious to Sandra.

"So, Tammie, are you still down for some kinky stuff," Karen asked with a sly look in her eye, Sandra had given a false name at the bar, "Or do you need another drink to keep your courage up?"

Sandra continued to play up how drunk she was, in honesty she had only had a few drinks that night, but had stopped actually drinking anything once she had made contact with the Clit Hunter fetishist. Considering the victims of the Clit Hunter all woke up clitless was telling that some sort of drugging was involved. Something didn't quite add up with Karen, Sandra felt she was in some sort of danger but was unsure...

Sandra giggled drunkenly and bit her lip as Karen pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it fall from her breasts, pooling around her feet. The sexy redhead stood nakedly before Sandra, seductively turning and letting her eyes drink her in.

Sandra replies to Karen with-

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