by Writing Shark
You make things permanent with Camila
The sun begins to rise under the hills of North L.A. It promises to be a pleasant, warm evening and Olivia’s hair is flying in the wind from the open window as you drive her deep into the Santa Monica National Recreation Area. You’re a little worried about your new Chevrolet, but the bombshell in your passenger seat is more than worth the price of a new car.
“Here.” You put a large package on her lap and she opens it curiously.
“Where are we going?” she wants to know as she feels the two thousand dollar white Dior dress in her hands.
“We’re going to show the world that you’re mine,” is all you say as you drive the car along the Coastal Highway. Olivia looks at you from the side.
“Are you serious?” she asks, looking at the white material of the dress. It’s expensive and classy.
“It was Camila’s idea,” you admit. “So don’t get your hopes up about me proposing to anione.” You see pain in her eyes, but then understanding. “But you deserve everyone to know that above you, only I come.” You stroke her thigh warmly and Olivia nods. Then she surprises you. “We’re almost there,” you say, but your girlfriend is already starting to undress.
“I want to show myself to you,” she says with desire in her voice as she takes off her shoes, then her light blouse and finally sits in front of you in her panties and bra. She grabs your hands firmly and leads them to her breasts. “Take what’s yours, darling,” she demands, then sucks in a painful breath as you rip her bra off her body.
The dress was expensive but seeing Olivia twist and turn on the leather seat and slip into it while driving is worth every penny. She pulls the dress over her head and adjusts it, then pulls out the hair tie and shows you her perfectly tousled hair. Finally she lifts her legs up to the windshield, pulls back the knee-length dress and slowly and elegantly pulls her panties over her long legs without showing you too much, only teasing you with her pure skin. Then she throws her panties over your shoulder, which you immediately put in your pocket.
“Don’t give a damn if it was Camila’s idea,” Olivia whispers, leans in and kisses you feather-lightly on the cheek as you steer the car into a small clearing on a cliff behind which the Pacific Ocean sparkles. “Thank you for this day. You know how to make a girl happy.”
“It was my idea,” Camila says as you pulled her out of the trunk. “The only good one in my life.” Lyndsy Fonseca and Amy Wren are already waiting for you next to Lydsy’s rickety old car and are standing around anxiously as Camila explains her plan.
“You have a lot of good ideas,” says your girlfriend, who enjoys putting other stupid girls in their place. This will happen again today but this time there is no sadness, worry or anger in her voice. “Thank you.” Then your girl spits hard in Camila’s face and pushes the naked girl onto the dirty floor of the National Park while you go to Lyndsy.
It lasts almost two hours in which Olivia, under your and Lyndsy’s instructions and also of her own accord, treats the girl who is madly in love with you like a piece of shit. With a leash around her neck, Olivia drags Camila through the dirt, makes her fetch sticks from the undergrowth, then spanks her ass with them while Camila barks and howls and cries. Her big udders are covered with welts and Amy helps Olivia tie them tightly with shaky hands until Camila gasps in pain.
“Thank you Mistress” she squeezes out as Olivia sends the girl onto her back into the dirt. The whole time Lyndsy is taking photos while she herself is almost dying of shame and pain and Amy is at your side and provides you and your friend with all the comforts you need, drinks and so on.
“Show me the pictures bitch,” Olivia orders Lyndsy at her side, her voice happy and liberated. “Oh yes, yes! Camila, that’s really good!” Next to the battered girl, Olivia looks like a Greek goddess in pure white, the other girl is brown and dirty and battered as Olivia bends down to her.
“You should let me eat the grass, Mistress,” Camila says eagerly as tears wash the mud from her cheeks. “So I have something other than your boyfriend’s name in my mouth.”
“Good idea!” Olivia praises, waves Lyndsy into position and hunts Camila across the clearing.
You’re still standing next to your car, your cock as hard as a rock and you curse yourself for not already mounting your girlfriend. The orange sun breaks off her dress and you can see her body underneath while dirty Camila kneels at her feet like a dog next to his goddess. It’s adorable but all you want to do is fuck Olivia for the next three days straight, but you pull yourself together. Eventually the girls run out of ideas but you are there to take Camila’s suffering and Olivia’s happiness to the highest heights.
“If you allow me, love,” you ask, leaning towards her and telling her your idea. “After that, there’s no going back,” you say and look at Camila, breathing heavily and with traces of grass spread around her mouth. Olivia looks at Camila.
“You would do that for me?” She is speechless. Before, it was just sexy humiliation, now it’s something different. Camila smiles like an angel while tears stream down her cheeks.
“I just want to stay with you Mistress. With you and your rightful king.” She prays to Olivia. “Please let me serve you. I don’t know why else I exist. Please, Mistress.” Olivia looks at you in disbelief.
“What we have is special, Babe,” you say. “Camila recognized that. I would like you to reward her for it.”
“Me too,” Olivia admits immediately and it’s good to see that she accepts that Camila will be a permanent part of your household from now on. Then you hand Olivia the phone.
“Your decision babe.”
“Hello? Mom?” Camila sniffles quietly, her body shaking of terror, but Olivia is at her side, soiling the thousand-dollar dress as she hugs her. Both girls look up at you as Camila speaks into her cell phone. “Yes, please get daddy on the line as well.” Olivia’s hand runs tenderly through the girl’s crusty hair and plucks out small twigs and leaves. “I have good news… No, I don’t have a contract. In fact, I’m giving up showbiz. And also social media… Because I finally know what I want to be… The fuck toy of my Master and his Mistress…” Olivia moans softly and undresses you with her eyes as the sun sinks behind the horizon and covers the forest in dim darkness. “No, that’s not a joke. Mommy, Daddy, I’m so happy… No, not happy. I hate. it. But I love my master and that’s the only way I can be close to him… Because I’m good for nothing else, but if my mistress and he rape me, then I’m happy… It was my idea, they both just pitied me, taking me in as their toy… No, you don’t have to be happy. I just wanted to say goodbye and say that the contract legalizing my enslavement will be with you in a few days. I love you. Goodbye.”
“Good girl. Both of you,” you praise. Olivia hugs Camila tightly as she dials another number.
“Hello? Mr. Groton? This is Camilia Nerez. From the tenth grade?… Exactly. You told me to follow my dreams and go to Hollywood… Exactly. Do you know what? I did this. Wait, I’ll send you the pictures. Please show it to the students of my former class who you can still reach. Thanks.”
Writing Shark 