Bad Girl Amber
Copyright© 2011 by jamaica
Chapter 8: Terrible Tiff Torments the Tramps
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8: Terrible Tiff Torments the Tramps - Beautiful sadistic girl creates havoc.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Heterosexual FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Exhibitionism
After lunch we stoll to our cars (no bags or anything tedious like that – all our shopping gets delivered) and drive back to our respective apartments. We have matching sports cars – VERY expensive ones – with personalised plates, mine says "AMBER HOT" and hers says "TIFF XXX". We look sooo cool and gorgeous as we're driving along in them.
Sometimes we take a short detour, drive to this really rundown place where there's always a load of yucky homeless guys slouching around. When we get there... "AMBER HOT" following just behind "TIFF XXX" ... we stop, but stay in our cars, and Tiffany winds her window down and she tosses a stack of fifty pound notes onto the pavement. Reason she does this is that these down-and-outs – who're totally penniless – end up scrabbling around on the floor, fighting FURIOUSLY amongst themselves for the money. They punch and slap and kick, really tear lumps off each other, to get their hands on the cash. It's very funny, especially if it's a windy day and the notes are blowing all over the place, and me and Tiff can just sit in our cars, watching and laughing.
She doesn't ALWAYS throw money out, by the way. Sometimes we drive up to the guys – who get all excited when they see our cars, obviously – and she stops, winds her window down, just grins at them for a while. I'm grinning too because it's very funny. She gives them nothing at all and we get to savour the disappointment on their old grizzled and deprived faces. Then we drive off, giggling.
Or she just tosses a few coins out, or maybe only a couple of fifties, or she throws out something which isn't money at all – a pair of her scented silk panties, perhaps, or half a luxury chocolate bar, or something equally useless to the poor guys. Whatever. The tramps never know what's coming, is the point – Tiffany's way of toying with them.
Few times, Tiff's really mean and she decides to tease the poor guys, torment these old tramps by SHOWING them a big wad of cash ... offering it to them out of the window ... and then, as they rush to her car to get it, snatching it away at the last moment. She pulls it back inside, the money, and winds the window back up. They can see the pile of money now but they can't get at it, poor guys. Tiff tantalises them with the cash, holding the pile up against the closed window, giggling at them and blowing kisses, as they bang uselessly away at the heavy glass. She puts the stash of notes against her nose, sniffs and kisses it, slowly flicks through it, then makes a big deal of counting it out on her lap, makes sure they can tell it's a really LARGE stash, and then she waves them goodbye and drives away, me following.
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