Whitney is a southern belle with a mouth as sweet as honey and an ass that could make a crow shit gold. But behind that charming smile and warm drawl, lies the heart of a mistress who won’t hesitate to put a busybody in her place. Like that nosy Karen Jenkins who’s been snooping around, asking too many damn questions about all the company I get. Welp, Karen finally worked up the nerve to come knockin’ on my door, tsking and clucking like a mad hen.
“Now you listen here missy,” she huffed, wagging a bony finger, “I ain’t gonna tolerate no more of this carryin’ on! You best get the noise level down and these young bucks stop traipsing in and outta your house all hours of the night!”
I smiled real sweet, all the while my blood boiling hotter than a June day in Georgia. “Now Karen sugar, I hear ya, but this here’s a private matter between me and my gentlemen callers, ain’t nobody else’s beeswax.”
Karen’s face turned redder than a rooster’s tail feathers. “Don’t you sass me girl!” She screeched. I’d heard enough.
I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her inside, slamming the door. “That’s just about enough outta you.” I growled, my southern charm evaporating like spit on a hot skillet. “Now you gonna listen up real good, or else I’ma slap the stubborn right outta ya.”
Karen’s eyes went wide as saucers. She sputtered and squawked but I cut her off. “Shut up! You been stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong long enough. Now you gonna put it to work.”
I shoved her to her knees and flipped my skirt up. She stared slack-jawed at my bare, glistening pussy, before I grabbed her head and forced it between my thighs. “Get to lickin’ Karen, and I do mean everything. Don’t miss a spot or it’s my strap-on you’ll be eatin’ next.”
“Wh-wha…” she stammered.
“Less yapping, more slurpin‘!” I slapped her ass.
And slurp she did, my nosey little neighbor. I rode her face hard, grinding my clit on her reluctant tongue. She gurgled and choked but I held her tight. “Say you’re sorry for bein’ such a busybody,” I demanded, “Say it while you tongue fuck my cunt!”
“I’m s-sorry!” she squealed between licks, “I’m so sorry Whitney! I’ll never snoop again!”
I finally relented, releasing her. Tears and slobber streamed down her face. “It’s Miss Whitney to you.” The little bitch nodded rapidly. “Now strip and get on the bed, it’s my turn to taste, honey.”
Karen scrambled to obey, earning a sharp smack to her rump. I crawled on top and buried my face in her musty snatch. She hollered and bucked but I held her down, lapping and suckling her dry well. “You been needin’ this bad haven’t you? All them years pent up, ya poor thang.”
She whimpered and sobbed, her cunny clenching on my tongue. I finger fucked her raw while I ate her out. “Gonna fix you up real good, me and the girls.” I promised darkly. She was mine now, my forced-bi slave, and Karen was gonna learn that a little southern hospitality could sure as hell turn a person out.
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