Dressed in an evening gown, Natasha quickly pulled down the top of her dress

dropping it to her waist, exposing her stunning breasts and hiked up the

bottom of the gown above her crotch, exposing her perfect body from head to

waist and from the tops of her high heels to her navel. Mrs. Trace was

shocked. Not so Amber.

Natasha again took the offensive, launching a verbal assault on Emma's weak

will, believing that was the best approach to reeling in the reluctant slut.

"Listen you fucking cunt, this is was you're after," said Natasha as she

shimmied her dress down over her hips and off her body entirely, ending up

sitting naked in the back seat of Emma Trace's limousine. Then she further

shocked Emma by grabbing both of her ankles and pulling her legs as wide

apart as they could go, with both naked feet ending up on opposite sides of

the limousine, leaving her beautiful and lightly fuzzed beaver fully

exposed.

Natasha then continued, "Let's put this fucking coy bullshit behind us Mrs.

Trace and get your face into my crotch and eat to your lust's content."

Natasha thought Mrs. Trace's jaw would hit the floor of the limousine as she

continued to stare at the 18-year-old girl's nude twat in front of her. But

slowly the lascivious display began to weaken Mrs. Trace's will.

Natasha smiled, knowing all too well when an older lesbo was simply

overwhelmed with sexual ardor. Mrs. Trace was about to give in to her most

decadent desires and become one of her sex slaves.

"All right, enough fucking delay, you are being offered a wonderful gift,

the full womanly twat of a young girl for your dining pleasure, now get on

your knees and eat," Natasha said. "You are looking at the cunt of a

goddess, don't you dare reject it you worthless, filthy fucking turd."

And with that final vocal offensive, Mrs. Trace's resolve crumpled.

Falling to her knees, she shuffled over to the spread-eagled teenager, ready

and eager to eat out the twat of the attractive young woman. By this time

she was so overheated, there were no niceties and with Natasha's gash spread

wide by the fact that her ankles were at right angles to one another, Emma

just dived in and gobbled the girl's twat, bringing her quickly to a climax.

And Natasha wanted to move quickly to the next level before Emma got cold

feet.

"Well cunt face, you did a good job on that and you know that after I have a

terrific climax brought on by an older slut eating my twat, I like to take a

good shit, so why don't you lay down and meet your fate as my shit hole?"

Natasha asked.

Emma was again horrified and Natasha could see she wouldn't comply without

the blackmail threat so she repeated the threat she had used on Olivia and

Amber played along again.

Before long, Emma was laying down in the back seat of the limousine, naked

and playing with her cunt.

Natasha loved riding along in the limousine with the wealthy socialite

underneath her, masturbating and awaiting her date with destiny as a human

toilet. Natasha sighed as she turned another woman into one of her shit

receptacles, knowing that her reign as the shit mistress was just beginning.

Author's note: The next part (22) will be a response to questions readers

have raised about missing or unexplained parts of this saga. If you have

questions, other suggestions or any other feedback, send them in and

responses will be included in that section. willadams_8@hotmail.com

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