Hallway Princess

My nipples were erect and my clitoris was ready to explode. My mind raced as never before. Was this a new way for me?

"Let's gets you on the ground, so I can really get in there." Ms. Richards said.

"I thought it was already in." I said.

"He has just entered you about half way. Let's get him in all the way, Julia. What do you say?" She said.

"UH... I don't know." I said.

It really didn't matter what I said. Mr. Richards was going to see himself in all the way.

She stood up and held onto me by my hips. She showed her strength as she held me aloft while she moved us into the center of the room. She gently lowered herself, and in turn, me, onto the ground. She had me in full doggy position now. I arrived to the moment already mounted. I was being bitched by a bull dyke bitch.

My conqueror was seemingly more aggressive now. She used one hand to hold me by my neck, as if collaring me. I was not going anywhere, as she set to making me feel the fullness of her and her partner, Mr. Richards.

What an abusive duo they made, as she plowed him into me. I started to make uncomfortable sounds. The pain started to gain an urgent momentum. She must have been in all the way. I felt as if parts of my vagina had been touched for the first time. My walls pulsated.

I tried my best to steady my emotions and my physical presence. I thought it would be a good idea to try and think of myself as being somewhere else as she continued with what was now surely a sadistic endeavor. I heard her use profanities in another voice. The dog voice had returned as I tried to hold on. Her hand squeezed my neck as if something was going to come out of it like the tube of lube she squeezed earlier. I opened my mouth and half expected something to come out.

After a few uncomfortable minutes, it seemed that the lube, the rubber, and my juices started to comingle to create a natural feeling. She must have known I had found a comfort zone, because she took her hand off my neck and now placed both her hands on my hips as she played with the momentum of her thrusts. She alternated between slow and smooth and hard and wild.

I was sure I was going to suddenly be thrown from the ride.

I moaned loudly and was now encouraging her to bring me to orgasm. I needed it so bad, as if to make up for lost time.

I saw flashes of white. The female voice was singing more emphatically. I felt heat coming on. I knew I was going to orgasm very hard. She shouted something about a Princess on her knees and I started to orgasm. I moaned louder. I screamed her name and the name of her tool. For a brief moment, things were clearer than they had been in months. My life, my being delivered to this moment, made perfect sense. I felt reenergized by my new sexuality. This was a rebirth. Then I was tossed to the ground. The ecstasy was over. I was flat on the ground as if I had fallen to earth from some mysterious place. The clarity was over. I was brought back into the reality of not just the moment, but my life. I heard a rough laugh and then the one thing that would have prevented any of this came bounding into the room. Her dog voice accompanied the abrasive laughter.

"You tell any of those other hallway bitches that they can stop by for a dose of what is good for them. Tell them that Mr. Richards is here to see to that." She said.

I was too afraid to look back. That voice was so horrible and I felt that it was utterly lousy of her to treat me like that. I raised myself up and gathered my clothes. I dressed as I walked toward the front door. Part of me was humiliated, but now, somehow, another part of me felt satisfied. Was I always just a hallway bitch and never really Princess?