Daisy Anne's Revenge Walk

Daisy’s jaw loosens, tightens. She tries to call the police, no signal. The streets became barren, colder as the wind picked up. She ran, sprinting with her platform heels, towards the house that she and her sub were meant to go to. 

The house was white, with a mowed lawn and a single chain of white lights around the front. She overstretched her legs to make it through the door. Banging, screaming, ‘I need to use your phone, help me, even kicking the door.

A thought appeared. She went into her bag and paper. 

This was the address. And the time was bang on at 9 pm, as desired.

Daisy sat on the floor and buried her head. ‘You just as bad as I am’ Words from earlier, but in her voice instead for her Dom's. 

She had to agree. Even if she didn’t sell them to two homeless men, she will remember her drugging for what reason. Looking at the bag, she remembered that she wanted that bag at a store not too far ago and Dahlia gave it to her, with no hang-up. 

She buried her head deeper into her latex leggings.

Then, like a jolt, she looked at herself. Why was she getting upset over a woman who sold her ‘out of anger’, treated her like shit for the majority of the relationship, called her pussy stable, as if it's bread from the fucking bakery. 

A black car stopped where Daisy was, kicked Dahlia out and drove away. 

“Dahlia! What happened?”

“I was on the man’s dick and my period started”

They hugged, it was sweet even if Dahlia dry humped her at the last minute.

“How do you feel?”

Dahlia said that she felt good, hornier than a bitch in heat. 

Daisy smiled and tugged on her lead. Her stomach knotted as she went to the door, opening before she could knock again. Dahlia tried to climb on Daisy’s leg, but a firm push made her sit. A woman approached. Size D cups barely covered her black bra. Ginger hair flowed on her shoulders. Dahlia hung the woman by the waist and sucked her cunt. 

“Oh, babe, you're early”

She gave a soft moan, digging Dahlia's face deeper into that glossy cunt. She saw writing on her back, back-to-front: “TWO TIMING SLUT”

She looked at Daisy. They both say hello, looking away.

“She cheats on me, and you can have her”

Dahlia climbed on the woman, pissing as she went. Despite being dry/wet humped, kissing, the woman still had her head. 

“Well then, I have her till she stops”

“She’s on MindDoll, so it will take hours, even the next day”

The moaning grew, boobies bouncing as if the woman was running in a short marathon. She spoke:

“Do you- Do you live around here?”

Daisy smiled.

“Not anymore.”

Panting grew louder, and the two fell over. Daisy stepped into the house to call a taxi. Seeing the two fucking like rabbits, she walked out. 

She shut the door. But as one door shuts, another one opens. Daisy can feel her stomach knotting over the future, the packing, and what has happened. But for now, she’s swaying her hips, singing to herself;

“#...Santa, baby, just slip a sable under —the tree for me / Been an awful good girl…#”

Thank you so much for reading. Before you finish cumming, please leave a review, would you? Bye-Bye