Beatrice & Arizona
by la renarde noire
Copyright© 2024 by la renarde noire
Erotica Sex Story: Arizona is at it again, this time with a Russian heiress. Has she chewed off more than she can chew?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Shemale TransGender Fiction DomSub FemaleDom White Female Hispanic Female Oral Sex .
Beatrice & Arizona went outside the hookah bar, the autumn New York City air cooling down their sweaty bodies. The bar inside was full of partygoers, squeezed tightly against the walls, fighting for a share of the exotic tobacco.
“I had fun! You?” Arizona asked.
“Yeah!” Beatrice said.
“This way to my car ... It’s kinda cold.”
They walked toward 34th Street then made a left. As they passed, Arizona saw a driveway that led into complete darkness, save for a small light on top of a garage door at the end of the driveway. She got an idea, another one of her twisted ideas.
“Let’s go down there ... it might be fun.”
“ ... I’m not so sure...”
“Come on...” Arizona grabbed her hand, leading her in between parked cars & shadows darker than the night.
“ ... eh, I hope we don’t get robbed...”
They reached a dark spot. Arizona, high off adrenaline, pushed her against a wall. “I want you now.”
“No ... come on, girl...” She resisted by pushed Arizona’s hands away.
“Don’t be a bitch...” Arizona unbuttoned her coat & pulled up her sweater, revealing her bra. She took out the right breast. “Ah, I knew you were a freak. You got nipple piercings. Just what I like!”
“ ... just hurry up, what do you want?” She was panicking, but she had no choice at this point.
“Be a good girl & shut up.” Arizona gave her a light slap on the cheeks.
“Hey!”
Arizona put a hand over her mouth. “Imma play with your titties then take you to my car, ok?” She took her hand off Beatrice’s mouth.
“You’re a bitch...”
“Imma make you mine at my place. Gonna stretch you out.”
“I hate you. You should know better.”
Arizona pulled out her cock, which was super hard & thick. “You’re gonna get to know this later.”
“What if I scream?”
“What if I kill you? I got a switchblade on me.”
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