Short Story: Red Satin Sisters

 

Monica Anne had grown up under the California sun, her long wavy black hair always smelling faintly of ocean salt and expensive shampoo. Stephanie had arrived from New York with the same glossy black waves, the same sharp eye for cut and fabric, and the same quiet obsession with designing lingerie that felt like armor and invitation at once. In the Alpha Omega Sorority House, they had found each other almost immediately, two girls recruited the summer between their freshman and sophomore years who talked fabric weights and lace tensions the way other girls talked about boys. By the second week they were sharing a room, sketchbooks open on the same desk, red satin swatches pinned to the walls, Monica Anne and Stephanie decided a contest was the only way to settle their little disagreement over who was the better designer. That night, each girl would design and sew a complete red satin set, a bra and a thong, then model it for the other. They each felt they would clearly be the winner. They agreed on no peeking and no comparing notes. It had to be a completely blind contest. The winner would be decided by how the other reacted when the bathroom door opened and each girl revealed their design. They felt they would immediately know who won. Naturally, both girls made quick work of designing and sewing, and within a couple of hours, Monica Anne found herself locked in the shared bathroom with her finished pieces. The bra cups were structured yet soft, deep red satin that clung and lifted, pushing her large, full breasts into significant cleavage that spilled just enough over the top. The straps were delicate, the underwire precise. The matching thong was a narrow triangle of the same gleaming fabric in front, the back a thin satin string that disappeared between the firm cheeks of her ass. She stepped into it, adjusted, smoothed, and looked at herself in the mirror: fair skin glowing under the warm light, bold red lipstick already on, dramatic eye makeup making her light brown eyes look almost luminous. Large red circular earrings brushed her neck. The silver necklace with its round stones rested in the valley of her cleavage. With a smile, with as much drama as she could muster, Monica Anne opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom. Stephanie was already standing in the middle of their dimly lit room, a single candle in a brass holder throwing a soft gold glow across the muted brown walls. Stephanie wore an identical set. Same deep red satin bra molding the same generous, toned breasts into the same dramatic cleavage. Same tiny thong framing the same smooth, fair skin. Same long wavy black hair tumbling over bare shoulders. Same red lips, same dramatic eyes, same red circular earrings, same silver necklace. They stared. Monica Anne’s breath left her in a soft, shocked laugh. “You…you made the exact same thing!” Stephanie’s voice was husky. “So did you!” They stepped closer until their bodies almost touched, heads tilting toward each other the way the candlelight seemed to encourage. The satin of their bras brushed. Monica Anne felt the heat of Stephanie’s skin, smelled the faint citrus of her perfume mixed with clean girl-scent. Something settled between them, quiet, certain, inevitable. “We’re meant for this,” Monica Anne whispered. Stephanie answered by sliding a hand up Monica Anne’s side, fingers tracing the edge of her red satin bra. “Show me how much,” Stephanie smiled. Their first kiss was slow and deep, red lips parting, tongues meeting with deliberate wet heat. Monica Anne’s hands found the clasp of Stephanie’s bra and unhooked it. The cups fell away, freeing heavy, perfect breasts with tight, rose-colored nipples already hard. Stephanie did the same to Monica Anne. Soft flesh pressed together, satin sliding to the floor. They kept the thongs on for a moment longer, grinding the damp fronts against each other while their hands explored, cupping, squeezing, thumbs circling nipples until both girls were breathing hard. Monica Anne dropped to her knees first. She hooked her fingers in the sides of Stephanie’s thong and peeled it down, revealing the smooth, already glistening folds of her wet pussy. Stephanie’s scent rose rich and sweet. Monica Anne leaned in and licked a long, slow swipe from the bottom of her slit to the swollen clit, then sealed her mouth over it and sucked. Juice immediately coated Monica Anne’s tongue, warm, slippery, abundant. She pushed two fingers inside while she licked, curling them, feeling Stephanie’s walls flutter and clench. More wetness flooded out, running down Monica Anne’s chin, dripping onto her own breasts. Stephanie’s hands tangled in Monica Anne’s hair. “Fuck…your mouth…don’t stop…” Monica Anne didn’t. She ate Stephanie with a focused hunger, tongue flicking the clit in tight circles, then flat and broad, then spearing deep into the dripping hole to scoop out more of that sweet cream. Stephanie’s thighs trembled. A fresh rush of juice spilled over Monica Anne’s tongue and she moaned into the wet heat, swallowing what she could, letting the rest shine on her lips and chin. When Stephanie came, it was with a loud cry, hips jerking, pussy pulsing hard around Monica Anne’s fingers and flooding her mouth again. Monica Anne kept licking through it, gentle now, cleaning every drop until Stephanie pulled her up for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of pure sex. They switched. Stephanie pushed Monica Anne onto the bed, yanked the matching red thong aside, and buried her face between her legs. Monica Anne was already soaked. The moment Stephanie’s tongue touched her, a thick trickle of clear juice slid out. Stephanie lapped it up greedily, humming, spreading Monica Anne’s lips with her thumbs so she could see everything, pink, swollen, shiny. Stephanie sucked the clit between her lips, flicked it hard, then drove her tongue deep inside, fucking Monica Anne with it while two fingers rubbed firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Monica Anne’s hips rolled, more juice pouring out, coating Stephanie’s cheeks, running down to the sheets. Stephanie drank it, chased every stream, and when Monica Anne came, she did it with a long, shuddering moan, thighs clamping around Stephanie’s head, wet pussy spasming and releasing another warm gush that Stephanie eagerly swallowed. The girls rested only long enough to fetch the toys from the bottom drawer. The double-sided dildo was thick, ridged, the same deep red as their discarded satin. They both got on their hands and knees on the bed, asses toward each other, backs arched. Monica Anne reached back and guided one end into her own dripping pussy. Stephanie did the same with the other end. They pushed until the middle of the toy pressed between their cheeks, then began to rock against each other. Every thrust forward forced the thick shaft deeper into both of them at once. Wet sounds filled the room, slick, rhythmic, filthy. Juice ran down their inner thighs in continuous shiny trails, dripping onto the sheets. They looked over their shoulders at each other, faces flushed, red lips parted, eyes locked. Monica Anne reached back and spread Stephanie’s ass cheeks so she could watch the toy disappear into her glistening hole. Stephanie then did the same. The sight made both of them clench harder. They fucked the shared cock harder, asses bumping, the double dildo pistoning in and out of two equally soaked, greedy wet pussies until both girls came again almost together, long, rolling orgasms that sent fresh floods of cream sliding down the shaft and onto the bed. They didn’t stop. Stephanie strapped on the large black dildo next. It was heavy, thick, veined, the base snug against her own still-throbbing clit. Monica Anne got on her back, legs spread wide, red lipstick smeared, eyes shining. Stephanie lined up and pushed in slowly, watching every inch stretch Monica Anne’s pink, swollen lips. When she bottomed out, Stephanie stayed there a moment, grinding, then started fucking her in deep, steady strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin was loud. Monica Anne’s juice coated the black shaft completely, frothing a little at the base with every thrust. Stephanie leaned down and kissed her while she fucked, tongues sliding, breasts pressed together. She reached between them and rubbed Monica Anne’s clit in tight circles until Monica Anne came hard around the thick black cock, walls milking it, more clear fluid squirting out around the shaft and soaking Stephanie’s thighs. The girls switched the harness. Monica Anne fucked Stephanie just as thoroughly, first on her back, then from behind, one hand on Stephanie’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke her clit. The big black cock disappeared again and again into Stephanie’s dripping cunt. Juice ran in steady rivulets down Stephanie’s legs. Monica Anne talked to her the whole time, voice soft and loving, “You’re so wet for me…look how you take my big black cock…we’re the same, baby, we’re the same.” Stephanie shuddered with a cry, pussy clamping, another rush of cream coating the toy and Monica Anne’s hand. The girls collapsed together afterward, the strap-on still half-buried, bodies sticky and shining with each other’s juices. The candle had burned lower. Their identical red satin sets lay tangled on the floor. Monica Anne traced Stephanie’s lower lip with a fingertip, then kissed her slow and deep. “I think we both won,” Monica Anne murmured, smiling. Stephanie returned the smile, legs still wrapped around her. “We were always going to,” Stephanie sighed. The girls stayed like that long into the night, kissing, touching, tasting the salt and sweetness still on each other’s skin, two girls who had designed the exact same red satin secret and then spent the night proving they belonged inside it together…

Short Story: Fiancées on Display

 

Taylor stood on the balcony in a very sexy little pink shiny nylon thong bikini, feeling the warm sun and soft tropical breeze against her back and beautiful, exposed ass cheeks as her arms stretched forward, wrapped around her fiancée Brittany’s trim little waist. Brittany, in a dark green satin cheeky bikini that was every bit as sexy, interlaced her fingers into Taylor’s then looked back over her shoulder. Brittany gave Taylor a coy little smile, but Taylor’s face remained serious and in thought. Brittany shook Taylor’s hands a little and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, baby?” Taylor looked into Brittany’s oval shaped hazel eyes, biting her bottom lip a little in thought. “What?...” Brittany asked again. “When are we going to tell your parents?” Taylor asked, trying to concentrate less on the fact that she could feel Brittany’s firm butt in that dark green satin cheeky bikini generating warmth as it pressed against the front of her own tight pink sparkly nylon bikini. Brittany smirked a little and purposely pressed her butt into Taylor a little harder. Brittany loved teasing Taylor that way. “Tell them what?” Brittany asked, still looking over her shoulder into Taylor’s beautiful, big blue eyes. “Brittany!” Taylor snapped back, laughing. “Tell your parents that we got engaged on this trip!” Brittany chuckled a bit. “Gotcha,” she said softly. “You’re the worst,” Taylor retorted, followed quickly with, “Brittany, I am serious. I want to get married and we can’t have the wedding without your parents there.” Brittany’s smile softened as she turned fully in Taylor’s arms and wrapped her own arms around Taylor, the dark green strapless bikini top straining against her sexy, perfect little breasts. Taylor could not help but look down at the sight of their beautiful breasts pressed together in those sexy little bikini tops, Brittany’s in dark green satin and her own in sexy sparkly pink nylon. Brittany noticed Taylor’s eyes trail down and looked down herself. The thin fabric of their sexy little bikini tops sexily cupped both sets of beautiful breasts and their long, straight sandy blonde hair brushed together in the warm tropical breeze, framing those sexy little breasts perfectly. Behind them, the white balcony railing overlooked palm fronds and a neighboring building, the afternoon sun painting everything in golden light. “I know, baby,” Brittany murmured, sliding her hands down from behind Taylor’s back to her hips, fingers slipping under the edge of the tight pink sparkly nylon thong bottoms. “We’ll tell them soon. Right now, I just want to enjoy this…you, me, this balcony, this hotel, this vacation.” Brittany leaned in and kissed Taylor slowly, tongues meeting in a wet, deliberate dance. Taylor’s hands rose to cup Brittany’s breasts through the green satin fabric, thumbs circling the hardening nipples until Brittany moaned into her mouth. Neither of them noticed at first that their next-door neighbors, three very sexy young girls, had stepped out onto the adjacent balcony. All three women wore skimpy bikinis of their own, a very sexy skinny blonde with long beautiful hair in a barely-there red string set, a very fit and curvy Asian girl with long black hair in a white micro bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a voluptuous thick and curvy Latina with long brown hair in a black satin thong bikini that framed her very large breasts and big firm ass perfectly. Having immediately noticed Taylor and Brittany engaged in such a hot, sexy kiss when they stepped out onto their balcony, the three girls leaned against the railing facing the kissing girls, openly watching, lips parted, eyes bright with interest. Taylor and Brittany continued to kiss passionately, eyes closed, but them, as Brittany opened her eyes when she felt Taylor’s fingers slip beneath the front of her green bottoms and tease along her already slick folds, she noticed the three sets of eager eyes on them. “They’re watching us,” Brittany whispered against Taylor’s lips, her voice was thick with arousal rather than concern. Taylor opened her eyes and looked to the side, seeing their little audience for the first time.  “Then, let’s give them a little show,” she said, not exactly sure how Brittany was going to react. “OK, baby,” Brittany smirked. Taylor then watched through wide eyes as Brittany sank to her knees right there on the balcony tiles, peeling Taylor’s pink sparkly nylon bikini bottoms down her long legs until they dropped around her ankles. Taylor’s bare, sexy ass and swollen pussy came into view, pink, wet, the inner lips already shiny. Brittany didn’t waste a second. She leaned in and dragged her tongue in a long, slow lick from the bottom of Taylor’s slit all the way up to her clit, savoring the sweet-salty taste. Taylor’s head fell back, a soft cry escaping her mouth as Brittany’s tongue worked deeper. Brittany spread Taylor’s lips with her thumbs, exposing the glistening entrance, then pushed her tongue inside, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds of pussy-eating carried clearly across the short distance to the neighboring balcony. The young blonde in the red bikini had already slipped a hand between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her covered clit. The pretty Asian girl in the white bikini had pulled her white top aside, pinching a stiff nipple while she stared. The hot curvy Latina in the black thong bikini had pulled her top away from her gorgeous, very large breasts and was playing with them very contentedly. Both Taylor and Brittany were definitely concentrating on their love making, but were also stealing glances over to the three girls to watch them enjoying the little performance they were putting on for them. Brittany continued to lick and suck with hunger, her tongue flattening against Taylor’s clit before circling it in tight, wet spirals. Brittany moaned into the soft flesh, the vibration making Taylor’s hips jerk. Taylor’s fingers tangled in Brittany’s long, sandy blonde hair, holding her there as Brittany ate her with long, messy strokes, lips glistening, chin shining with Taylor’s arousal. “Fuck, Brittany…your tongue feels so good,” Taylor gasped, loud enough for the girls on the other balcony to hear as she rocked against Brittany’s face. Brittany pulled back just long enough to look up at Taylor, lips shiny, eyes brilliant. “You taste so fucking sweet,” Brittany called out, also ensuring the girls on the other balcony could clearly hear what she was saying. Then, Brittany dove back in, sucking Taylor’s clit between her lips while two fingers slid deep into her dripping hole, curling upward. The wet squelch of those fingers pumping in and out mixed with the soft gasps of the neighbors as all three played intently with their wet pussies. The blonde in red and the Asian girl in white were playing with their hands in their bikini bottoms, but the hot young Latina with the large breasts in the black thong had pulled her own bottoms far to the side and was fingering herself openly, eyes locked on Taylor and Brittany. Taylor’s thighs trembled. She reached down and yanked Brittany’s green satin top down, freeing her beautiful little breasts so she could pinch and roll Brittany’s hard nipples while she continued to devour her. Taylor then pulled up her pink shiny nylon bikini top, exposing her own perfect little tits, nipples hard in the breeze. Brittany stood suddenly, spun Taylor around so she faced the railing, and dropped to her knees once again, but this time, behind Taylor. Brittany spread Taylor’s cheeks and licked a slow path from her dripping pussy up to her tight little asshole, then back down, burying her face between Taylor’s thighs and eating her pussy from behind with loud, greedy sounds. Taylor gripped the white railing, knuckles white, moaning freely and quite loudly now. Brittany’s tongue plunged deep, then flicked rapidly over her clit from below. At this point, the thick Latina girl on the other balcony called out in a husky voice while rapidly fingering herself, “Don’t stop…keep eating that pretty little pussy.” Both the blonde in the red bikini and the Asian girl in the white bikini both moaned in agreement, their own fingers working faster under their bikini bottoms. Brittany then stood back up, turned Taylor back around toward her, and kissed her hard, sharing the taste of Taylor’s own cunt with her. Then, she smirked first at the girls on the other balcony, and then at Taylor as she guided Taylor down to her knees. Taylor peeled Brittany’s dark green satin cheeky bottoms the rest of the way off. Brittany’s pussy was soaked, her outer lips plump, her inner lips flushed and shiny. Taylor didn’t hesitate. She buried her face between Brittany’s thighs and began eating her with the same desperate hunger Brittany had shown her, long, flat licks, then pointed tongue fucking into her hole, then sucking hard on her clit while two fingers stretched her open. Brittany’s moans grew louder. She braced one hand on the railing and the other on Taylor’s head, grinding her wet cunt against Taylor’s eager mouth. All three of the girls on the other balcony had their bottoms pulled to the side at this point, all three fingering themselves passionately while they watched Taylor’s tongue disappear into Brittany’s wet little pussy again and again. The wet, filthy sounds of pussy-eating filled the air, soft slurps, quiet gasps, the occasional whimper when Taylor’s tongue hit just the right spot. Taylor licked deeper, faster, sucking Brittany’s clit between her lips and humming against it until Brittany’s thighs started to shake. “Baby, I’m gonna come on your tongue,” Brittany cried, almost in tears. Taylor only licked harder, fingers pumping, tongue swirling, until Brittany cried out and came hard, her pussy pulsing, flooding Taylor’s mouth with warm wetness. Taylor kept licking through every spasm, drinking Brittany’s juices down, then stood and kissed her again so Brittany could taste herself. And they weren’t finished yet. Taylor turned, planted her hands on the railing, and arched her back, presenting her still-dripping pussy. Brittany dropped behind Taylor once more and ate her from behind with long, thorough strokes, tongue and fingers working together until Taylor shattered, thighs quaking, a broken moan crying out as she came all over Brittany’s face. The girls on the other balcony watched every second, all three girls brining themselves to orgasm at the same time, their soft cries mixing with the Taylor and Brittany’s pleasure-filled moans. When the last tremors faded, Brittany rose and wrapped her arms around Taylor from behind, both of them still mostly naked, bikini tops shoved off of their perfect little breasts, bottoms discarded on the balcony floor. Taylor and Brittany and Taylor then faced each other, their breasts and still hard nipples pressed together, skin flushed, lips swollen and covered in sexy wetness from kissing and licking. The girls on the other balcony thanked Taylor and Brittany for letting them watch and slowly retreated indoors, dropping their own bikinis on their balcony floor as they headed inside, Brittany and Taylor both imaging what they were about to do. Alone again under the tropical sun, Brittany nuzzled Taylor’s neck. “Still worried about my parents?” Brittany whispered, laughing. Taylor giggled softly, breathless. “We can think about that later,” Taylor sighed. “Right now, I just want just keep tasting you.” Taylor’s hand then slid back between  Brittany’s thighs, once again slipping inside her fiancée’s beautiful wet little pussy…

Short Story: Spring Break - The Night We Ate Each Other Senseless

 

I could tell Josie wasn’t sure where to put her left hand as the girls turned around and looked over their shoulders at me while I stood there, taking their picture. But as soon as she placed it right where Angie’s right leg met her right butt check, I knew this was going to go exactly where I wanted it to go. “That’s a cute one!” I said, looking up from my phone after snapping the picture. Both Josie and Angie laughed. “You both have such pretty smiles!” I said, shaking my head, worried a bit that I was about to start dampening my own little black bikini bottoms right then and there. We had been playfully taking pictures next to the graffiti wall at the beach for just a couple of minutes but in that short time, Josie and Angie had gone from standing about a foot apart, awkwardly facing forward to quite willingly going along with my instructions to turn and show me their sexy butts while wrapping their arms around each other. I figured if I could get them this close in just a few minutes, imagine what I get them to do later that night when the three of us were in our hotel room. By the time the sun had dipped low and the three of us stumbled back into our shared hotel suite, sandy feet, salt-kissed skin, and the lingering heat of the day still clinging to us, I was soaked between my thighs. Josie, the long-haired brunette in the red string bikini, had been brushing against me all afternoon. Angie, the curvy blonde in royal blue, kept catching my eye with those knowing little smirks. The second the door clicked shut, I didn’t waste another second. I pushed Josie back against the wall and kissed her hard, tasting the faint salt on her lips. Angie pressed in behind me, her full breasts soft against my back, hands already sliding around to cup my tits through the thin fabric of my black bikini top. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting this all day,” Angie breathed against my ear, nipping at my ear lobe. We stripped off each other’s bikini tops in a tangle of strings and laughter that quickly turned into moans. Josie’s slim, toned body was all lean lines and fair skin; her small, perky breasts bounced as I yanked her top free. Angie’s heavier, soft tits spilled out of the blue triangles, nipples already hard. I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet, tugging Josie’s high-cut bottoms down her thighs. Her pussy was smooth, the outer lips plump and already glistening. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up the entire length of her slit, from the tight little entrance all the way to the swollen peak of her clit. Josie gasped, fingers threading into my hair. “Oh god yes…” Josie moaned as I spread her open with both thumbs, staring at the slick, pink folds that parted so prettily. Her inner lips were delicate and shiny with arousal. I sealed my mouth over her and sucked, tongue swirling in tight circles around her clit before flattening and lapping broad, wet strokes through every fold. The taste of her was pure and salty-sweet; I moaned into her cunt and felt more of her juices flood my tongue. I pushed two fingers into her tight heat while I sucked harder on her clit, feeling the way her walls clenched and fluttered. Angie wasn’t content to watch. She dropped down behind me, yanked my little black bikini bottoms aside, and buried her face between my legs from behind. Her tongue, hot, thick, and greedy, dragged through my dripping slit. She licked me with long, thorough strokes, from my aching clit all the way back to my asshole and then forward again, over and over, until I was grinding back against her mouth. When she finally focused on my clit, she sucked it between her lips and flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly across the swollen bud while two of her fingers curled inside me. I kept eating Josie like I was starving. I licked deeper, tongue thrusting into her hole, fucking her with it while my nose pressed against her clit. Her hips jerked; she smeared her wetness all over my face. “Don’t stop…fuck, your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” Josie panted. I switched back to long, slow licks, savoring every inch: the soft outer lips, the slick inner folds, the way her clit pulsed under my tongue when I sucked it gently, then harder. Angie pulled away just long enough to drag Josie down onto the bed with us. We rearranged in a messy triangle of bare skin and hungry mouths. I ended up on my back with Josie’s thighs straddling my face, her dripping cunt hovering right above my mouth. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down, burying my face in her again. From this angle I could see everything, her pink, glistening hole, the way it winked and fluttered as I tongue-fucked it, the swollen clit begging for attention. I licked and sucked and drank every drop she gave me, moaning loudly into her pussy while Angie crawled between my spread legs. Angie’s mouth was pure sin. She spread my lips wide with her fingers and stared at my open, throbbing cunt for a long second before diving in. She licked me with filthy precision, long, flat strokes that started at my entrance and ended with a hard suck on my clit. Then she stiffened her tongue and fucked it in and out of me while her nose rubbed my clit. When she added fingers, she scissored them inside me, stretching me open so she could lick around them, tasting every part of me. The wet, filthy sounds of Angie eating my pussy filled the room. Josie ground down harder on my face, coating my chin and cheeks in her juices. I focused entirely on her clit, sucking it between my lips and lashing it with my tongue in fast, relentless flicks. Her thighs started to shake. “I’m gonna cum on your tongue…fuck, yes, eat my pussy, don’t stop,” Josie moaned as she came hard, pulsing against my mouth, a fresh gush of wetness flooding my tongue. I kept licking through it, softer now, savoring the way her clit twitched and her hole clenched over and over. The second she lifted off me, panting, I flipped Angie onto her back and shoved her thick thighs apart. Her pussy was even wetter than Josie’s, plumper outer lips, a darker pink inside, and so much cream that it coated her inner thighs. I dove in face-first, moaning at the rich, musky taste of her. I licked her slowly at first, mapping every fold with my tongue: the soft outer lips, the slick inner ones that parted so easily, the tight entrance that fluttered when I circled it. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked it with firm, rhythmic pulls while two fingers pumped in and out of her soaked hole. Josie crawled over and started eating me at the same time, her tongue soft and eager. She licked me with long, loving strokes, then focused on my clit, sucking and swirling until my hips bucked. The three of us stayed locked together like that for what felt like hours, mouths and pussies trading places, tongues buried deep, fingers stretching and curling, faces shiny with each other’s juices. I came first under Josie’s mouth, thighs clamping around her head as my orgasm ripped through me in hard, pulsing waves. Angie followed seconds later, grinding her cunt against my tongue and crying out as she soaked my face. We didn’t stop. We just kept going. Josie rode Angie’s mouth while I licked Josie’s ass and pussy from behind, then Angie sat on my face while Josie ate her from the front, both of us working her clit and hole until she screamed again. By the time we finally collapsed in a sweaty, glistening pile, each of us had come multiple times, and our faces, thighs, and sheets were soaked with the evidence of how thoroughly we’d eaten each other out. The taste of their pussies still coated my tongue, and I already couldn’t wait to do it all over again…

Short Story: Sisterhood of the Night

 

The high-fashion studio in the heart of Paris buzzed with the controlled chaos of a major client shoot. Softboxes glowed, assistants darted with garment bags, and the photographer’s voice cut through the air in rapid French and English. Monica Anne and Stephanie stood center stage on a raised platform draped in black silk, the final looks of the day already clinging to their sweaty bodies. Monica Anne, the brunette, wore a deep emerald silk long party dress that plunged almost to her navel, the thin straps barely containing the full, heavy curves of her breasts. The fabric skimmed her toned waist and flared just enough over her hips to tease the long line of her thighs with every subtle shift. Just a hint of a very sexy red bra showed in the center of the dress’s open front. Her dark brown hair was braided in matching twin tails, the ends brushing the upper swells of her large, full breasts. The dress hugged every inch of her slender, athletic frame: narrow waist, gently rounded ass, long legs that seemed endless in the strappy green heels. Stephanie, the blonde, stood beside Monica Anne in the same exact dress, just in midnight-blue, her equally large breasts and sexy hips looking just as amazing, the same exact red bra showing in the plunging neckline, the same strappy heels on her feet, just in midnight-blue. Stephanie’s long golden hair was loose, but perfectly styled. “Closer,” the photographer called. “Hands on each other…playful, intimate. Sell the sisterhood of the night.” Monica Anne and Stephanie smiled at each other, then stepped in closer and closer until their bodies nearly touched. Stephanie’s fingers brushed Monica Anne’s waist as she adjusted a fold of fabric. The contact lingered a second too long, sliding just under the edge of the dress to the warm skin above Monica Anne’s hip. Monica Anne’s answering touch was “accidental” too, her palm skimming the outer curve of Stephanie’s breast as she pretended to straighten the front of her dress. The soft give of flesh under silk sent a spark straight between both their legs. Stephanie’s nipples now hardened visibly against the thin blue silk. Monica Anne’s breath quickened as she felt her red little thong already dampening. They held the pose for frame after frame, hands roaming just past professional, fingertips grazing the undersides of breasts, the small of backs, the upper slopes of asses. By the time the photographer finally called wrap, both girls were flushed, thighs pressed tightly together, the air between them thick with unspoken heat. The girls knew the client’s black limousine waited for them outside to take them to the hotel. They also knew they were supposed to go back to wardrobe to change, but Monica Anne took Stephanie’s hand and immediately headed toward the door. Stephanie wasn’t about to protest. The girls made their way out the door and right into the limo, sliding into the cool leather, still in the party dresses, makeup glowing under the soft interior lights. The partition was up. The driver already knew where they were going. Paris slid past the windows in a blur of evening lights and historic stone. Monica Anne’s knee pressed against Stephanie’s. “You look unreal in that dress,” Monica Anne murmured, voice soft. Her fingers traced idle circles on Stephanie’s bare thigh, inching higher with each pass until the tips brushed the hem. Stephanie didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned and let her own hand rest high on Monica Anne’s leg, thumb stroking the inner seam of the emerald silk. “You’re one to talk,” Stephanie whispered back. “I could feel you every time you touched me. My nipples are still hard.” Stephanie demonstrated by shifting so the stiff peaks dragged against the fabric. Monica Anne’s eyes sharpened. She leaned in until their mouths were a breath apart, but she didn’t close the distance, only let her fingers slide a fraction higher, feeling the heat radiating from Stephanie’s core. The two girls stayed like that the entire ride: flirty, handsy, thighs pressed, soft laughs and loaded glances, both growing wetter by the minute, neither quite daring to cross the final line inside the moving car. When the limo arrived at the hotel, the girls didn’t wait for the driver, opening the door for themselves and hurrying inside, holding hands once again, Monica Anne leading the way. As soon as the front desk clerk at the cute little boutique hotel saw them, he motioned for them to come over. “Mesdemoiselles,” the clerk said, smiling, “I am so sorry, but with overbooking due to a conference, we have only one suite remaining. Two queen beds, of course, but you will need to share. Your bags have been put in the room for you already.” Stephanie’s face fell for a second. The idea of having her own suite in Paris had been half the appeal of the trip. Monica Anne, however, felt a secret rush of triumph. She had been hoping for exactly this kind of proximity. Monica Anne shook Stephanie’s hand a little as she held it. “What do you say?” Monica Anne smiled. “Roomies?” Stephanie smirked, still a little disappointed. “It’s fine,” Stephanie said reluctantly, forcing a smile. “We’ll make it work.” The girls each took a key card in their free hand. They held hands the entire walk to the elevator, and once inside, Monica Anne moved their hands together to the small of Stephanie’s back, resting just above where her lower back curved into her tight, sexy ass. This put the girls close once again and while they contained themselves from touching, they were still pressing and sliding against each other in a very electric way. The elevator dinged, opened, and the girls had a short walk to their suite, still holding hands. They ducked in quickly, smiling and giggling a little. The suite was warm and intimate: soft pink walls, a carved wooden headboard, white pillows, a pink bedspread, classic lamps casting golden light. It was then that both girls realized that a single large bed dominated the space. The door clicked shut. At least their luggage was already in the room as promised, standing up right next to the bed. For a moment they simply looked at each other. “One bed. Shall we complain–“ Monica Anne began to ask to which Stephanie quickly stopped her by saying, “Fuck it, let’s just do it already,” as she reached behind her neck to unfasten the sexy satin dress. It whispered down her body and pooled around at her feet in those sexy, strappy heels, revealing exactly what she had been wearing underneath the entire shoot: a delicate red lace bra that barely contained her large, full breasts, the underwire pushing them up into deep, inviting cleavage. Matching red lace thong panties sat low on Stephanie’s hips, the thin front panel already darkened with arousal, the back disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass. Stephanie’s fair skin glowed under the warm light, nipples visibly peaked against the sheer lace cups. Monica Anne’s breath left her in a soft moan. She unfastened the emerald dress just as quickly, letting it slide down, too. Monica Anne smirked as she revealed she was wearing the same exact red lace bra and thong, the cups straining around her own significant cleavage and large breasts, thong framing her smooth, sexy hips and the neat triangle of dark curls just visible through the sheer lace. Stephanie’s eyes widened, then squinted with pure lust. “They gave us matching underwear,” Stephanie said matter-of-factly. Monica Anne stepped forward until their bodies almost touched, the matching red lace making them look like deliberate mirrors. “I was hoping we’d end up alone,” Monica Anne admitted, voice husky, as she drank in every sexy inch of the beautiful girl standing before her. “I’ve wanted this since the first fitting for this shoot,” Monica Anne confessed. Stephanie’s reluctance melted under the heat of those words and the sight of Monica Anne’s body in that sexy red lace lingerie. Stephanie reached out, cupping one heavy breast through the red lace, thumb stroking the stiff nipple. Monica Anne’s answering touch was immediate, both hands sliding around Stephanie’s waist, pulling their hips together so their mounds pressed through the thin thongs. The girls kissed like they had been starving for it. Open-mouthed, wet, tongues sliding and tasting, soft moans spilling between them. Hands roamed freely now: over the lace-covered curves of breasts, down the smooth planes of stomachs, around to squeeze firm asses, fingers dipping under the thin straps of the thongs to stroke the hot, slick folds beneath. Monica Anne guided them toward the bed. The girls tumbled onto the pink bedspread still in the matching red lingerie, mouths never leaving each other for long. Monica Anne’s lips trailed down Stephanie’s throat, across the upper slopes of her breasts, then she tugged one cup down and sucked a pale pink nipple deep into her mouth, tongue flicking and circling. Stephanie arched, gasping, fingers buried in Monica Anne’s dark braids. The girls stripped each other slowly after that, bras unhooked and tossed aside so full, heavy breasts could press skin-to-skin, thongs peeled down long legs and flung away. Without really thinking about it, they left the strappy high heels on. Nearly completely naked at last, the girls explored every inch: mouths on nipples, tongues tracing collarbones and the soft undersides of breasts, hands spreading thighs to stroke slick, swollen cunts. Stephanie’s fingers slipped inside Monica Anne first, two long digits curling, while her thumb circled the hard clit. Monica Anne returned the favor with equal hunger, licking her way down Stephanie’s toned stomach until she could bury her face between fair thighs, tongue plunging deep, tasting Stephanie’s sweet arousal in long, greedy strokes. When Monica Anne finally pulled away, lips shiny, she reached for her little suitcase and pulled it up on to the bed. From inside she drew a thick, realistic double-sided dildo, long, veined, the same soft-firm silicone on both ends. Stephanie’s eyes lit with pure hunger. “You travel with that?” Stephanie asked, laughing a bit. “A girl needs her toys,” Monica Anne smirked back. The girls then arranged themselves on the bed on all fours, asses toward each other, knees spread wide. Monica Anne guided one end of the dildo between Stephanie’s glistening folds, then the other between her own. Slowly they pushed back, sinking the thick shafts deeper and deeper until their asses nearly touched, the toy buried to the middle in both of them. The stretch was intense, perfect. The girls began to rock, gentle at first, then harder, fucking themselves onto the shared cock, the wet sounds of their cunts filling the room. Stephanie reached back blindly; Monica Anne caught her hand and held it as they moved, both moaning loudly every time the dildo dragged over their sweet spots. The girls came almost together, bodies shaking, asses pressing tight, the dildo locked deep inside both of them while their inner walls clenched and fluttered. Monica Anne wasn’t finished. She pulled the toy free, kissed Stephanie’s trembling thighs, then retrieved a second item from her bag: a sturdy black strap-on harness and a slightly thicker, curved black dildo that locked into place. “Wow,” Stephanie said, shaking her head. “You come prepared.” Monica Anne smirked, “A girl never knows when she is going to get lucky.” Monica Anne stepped into the harness, adjusting the straps high on her hips so the cock jutted proudly from her mound. Stephanie watched with wide eyes, already reaching for her again. Monica Anne laid Stephanie on her back, spread those long fair legs, and sank the strap-on into her in one smooth thrust. Monica Anne fucked her deep and steady, leaning down so their mouths could meet in endless wet kisses, tongues sliding while their breasts rubbed together. Stephanie’s legs locked around Monica Anne’s waist; her nails scored light red lines down Monica Anne’s back. When Stephanie came the second time, harder and louder, Monica Anne slowed only long enough to switch positions. Now Stephanie wore the harness. She took Monica Anne from behind first, gripping those braided pigtails like reins while she drove the cock deep into Monica Anne’s dripping cunt. Then, Stephanie flipped Monica Anne onto her back and fucked her face-to-face, one hand between them stroking Monica Anne’s clit in tight circles. They kissed constantly, soft and deep between thrusts, hungry and open when the pleasure peaked. Monica Anne came with a loud cry, walls pulsing around the toy, and Stephanie followed soon after from the friction of the harness against her own oversensitive clit. The girls collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-damp skin. The night was still young. Monica Anne’s fingers were already drifting back between Stephanie’s thighs, and Stephanie’s mouth was finding the soft curve of Monica Anne’s breasts again. They had the entire suite, the entire night in Paris, and every hungry, exploratory impulse left to satisfy…

Short Story: Lingerie Store Dressing Room Dalliance

 

The afternoon sun warmed the city sidewalk as Monica Anne and Stephanie strolled hand-in-hand, confetti still glittering faintly across the pavement from some earlier street festival. Both young transgender women moved with an easy, teasing closeness, their long straight black hair swaying in the light breeze. Monica Anne, on the left, wore a snug white sleeveless tank top that hugged her significant cleavage and large, heavy breasts, the hem riding up just enough to flash a strip of soft midriff above her short, frayed denim skirt. White low strappy sandals and playful black silhouette cat ears completed the look. Stephanie, on the right, rocked a turquoise lace-trimmed spaghetti-strap top that plunged deep between her own impressive tits, paired with a short pink ruffled skirt and pink-and-white sneakers. The same pair of black cat ears were perched on her head. Their fair skin glowed under the bright daylight as they smiled at each other, fingers laced tightly. The two girls pushed through the dark wooden door of the lingerie boutique, the little bell overhead chiming softly. The air inside was cool and scented with something floral and expensive. Still holding hands, they drifted past racks of satin and lace bras with plunging cups, garter belts dangling delicate straps, and rows of panties in every shade. Their free hands trailed over the fabrics: soft satin thongs, intricate lace panties, sheer mesh that would barely contain anything. Every so often one of them would squeeze the other’s fingers or lean in to murmur something low and appreciative about a particular piece, bodies brushing close enough that the hard outlines of their huge cocks were impossible to miss beneath the short skirts. Eventually, they stopped in front of a table piled high with delicate lace thongs. Their joined hands finally parted. Monica Anne picked up a pair of black ones: tiny, almost nothing but thin straps and a whisper of patterned lace. Stephanie selected a matching set in deep crimson. Without a word, they slipped into the same small dressing room at the back of the store, the door clicking shut behind them. Inside the narrow space, mirrors reflected their flushed faces and the way their large breasts rose and fell with quickened breath. The two girls turned to each other immediately. Monica Anne’s hands went straight up Stephanie’s little pink skirt and her fingers hooked into the waistband of the pretty pink lace thong Stephanie was already. Monica Anne peeled it down slowly, revealing Stephanie’s thick, heavy cock already half-hard and twitching, the head glistening with a bead of precum. Stephanie returned the favor, her hands going up Monica Anne’s denim skirt and then sliding her delicate white lace thong down her smooth thighs until it pooled around her sandals, freeing Monica Anne’s equally massive cock, long, veined, and already leaking. The girls smiled at each other as they each stepped out of their original panties and left them crumpled on the floor. Then, one after the other, they stepped into the store’s new thongs. The black lace stretched obscenely around Monica Anne’s huge shaft and heavy balls, the thin fabric already damp where her precum soaked through. Stephanie’s crimson pair strained just as desperately around her own thick cock, the tip peeking out over the waistband no matter how she tried to tuck it. The second the new panties were on, the real dirtiness began. Monica Anne dropped to her knees on the dressing-room floor, yanked the crimson lace aside, and swallowed Stephanie’s cock in one greedy motion. She choked herself on it, saliva and precum mixing as she bobbed her head, tongue swirling under the fat head. Stephanie’s fingers tangled in Monica Anne’s black hair, hips rocking forward, big tits bouncing above the turquoise top she’d already shoved down. “Fuck, look at you ruining these new panties already,” Stephanie gasped, watching the store’s delicate lace she was wearing grow dark and shiny with spit and the steady drip of precum. Monica Anne pulled her wet hot mouth off Stephanie’s cock with a wet popping sound, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening shaft. Monica Anne then stood, shoved Stephanie back against the mirror, and yanked her own black thong aside so their cocks could grind together, hot, slick, and leaking. They stroked both massive dicks with shared hands, precum pouring freely now, soaking the lace, dripping onto the floor. Then, they moved on to each other’s tits: mouths latching onto stiff nipples, sucking hard, tongues flicking, teeth grazing while their free hands kept pumping those huge cocks. Milk-white precum smeared across soft breast flesh; saliva made the nipples shine. Stephanie spun Monica Anne around, bent her over the narrow bench, and yanked the black lace thong fully to the side. She spit on her thick cock, then pushed the swollen head against Monica Anne’s tight hole. Both of them moaned as Stephanie sank in deep, inch by thick inch, until her heavy balls pressed against Monica Anne’s ass. She fucked her hard and dirty, wet, slapping thrusts that made Monica Anne’s big tits swing and her own neglected cock slap against her stomach, still trapped in the soaked black lace. Every thrust forced more precum out of Monica Anne, further ruining the store’s panties. They switched without needing words. Monica Anne pulled out of Stephanie’s grip, turned her partner around, and buried her own huge cock deep in Stephanie’s ass in one smooth stroke. The crimson lace was shoved aside, already a wreck of spit, precum, and the first thick ropes of cum that had started leaking from the earlier sucking. Monica Anne pounded into Stephanie, one hand reaching around to stroke her cock through the ruined thong, the other mauling a heavy breast and pinching the nipple. Stephanie came first, thick ropes of cum blasting into the crimson lace, soaking it completely, dripping down her thighs. The tight clench of her ass dragged Monica Anne over the edge right after. Monica Anne buried herself to the hilt and flooded Stephanie’s hole with pulse after pulse of hot cum, so much that it immediately began leaking out around her shaft and down onto the already-destroyed store panties. The girls stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, sweaty, the dressing room thick with the smell of sex. Slowly, they pulled apart. Cum and precum poured freely from both of their well-fucked asses, dripping onto the floor and the discarded original panties they had left behind. The store’s black and crimson thongs were absolute disasters, stretched, soaked through with spit, precum, and thick white cum, the lace translucent and sticky. The girls didn’t clean up. They got off on leaving the mess for the next girl to see when she walked into the dressing room, most obviously already smelling their lust before even seeing the dirty, used panties on the floor. Monica Anne and Stephanie adjusted the ruined store panties back into place under their short skirts, the fabric cold and wet against their still-hard cocks and leaking holes. They smoothed their tops down over their large, spit-shiny breasts, fixed each other’s hair with trembling fingers, and slipped back out of the dressing room. No one stopped them as they walked through the store and out the front door into the bright afternoon light. Hand in hand once more, they stepped onto the sidewalk, still sweaty, still sticky. Cum continued to trickle slowly from their asses, soaking further into the ruined lace thongs and beginning to dampen the insides of their skirts. They looked at each other and smiled wide, secret, filthy smiles, knowing exactly how dirty they had been in that little lingerie store dressing room, and how the evidence of it was still dripping down their thighs with every step…

Short Story: Club Night Upstairs

 

The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls of the Alpha Omega Sorority House, the air thick with the smell of perfume, and the heat of bodies pressed together. It was club night, an affair that provided the sorority sisters with all of the fun of a night out at a club, complete with a hot, sexy, beautiful DJ and full bar service with even hotter and sexier bartenders, but safely limited to only members of the sorority and within the safety of the sorority house. Monica Anne, Stephanie, and Jacqueline had come down from Jacqueline’s room fashionably late, already a little buzzed from the wine they’d shared upstairs. And now, after just about twenty minutes of letting themselves be seen, they were heading back upstairs. Monica Anne was first up the stairs, long black hair half-fallen from a messy updo, fair skin flushed, the deep V of her loose black dress barely containing the heavy, soft weight of her tits, barely covering the bottom of her tight and sexy little ass. Monica Anne swayed with every step, nipples already stiff against the thin fabric of her dress. Monica Anne had a glass of wine in one hand and the hand of the girl behind her in the other. That girl was Stephanie, ponytail swinging, white sexy little summer dress stretched tight across her own massive chest, the long brown beads of her necklace disappearing into the deep valley of cleavage. Stephanie also had a glass of wine in one hand and the hand of the girl behind her in the other. And that third girl making her way back up the stairs was Jacqueline, also a glass of wine in hand, strapless white and blue floral dress clinging to her curves, the blue beads of her necklace bouncing against her soft skin. They were all packing. Under their short dresses, three thick, heavy cocks hung half-hard already, fat shafts and cum-filled balls confined and aching in sexy little lace and satin thongs. The party was loud, chaotic, girls dancing close, but the three of them only had eyes for each other. They’d been teasing each other all week. Tonight, they were done waiting. The girls quickly made it up the stairs and hurried down the hallway towards Jacqueline’s room. As soon as they reached the door, Monica Anne pulled Stephanie inside, and Stephanie in turn pulled Jacqueline in behind her. Jacqueline pushed the door closed and quickly locked it. The music muffled instantly. The only light came from a single lamp, casting everything in a warm gold glow. The three girls quickly put their glasses of wine down. Then, Monica Anne began without a word. She shoved Stephanie against the wall, smashed their mouths together passionately, and shoved a hand straight down the front of Stephanie’s little white summer dress. Monica Anne’s eager fingers wrapped around the thick, hot length already swelling, stroking hard from base to tip, freeing it from Stephanie’s tiny little white lace and satin thong. Stephanie moaned into the kiss, hips jerking. “Fuck, you’re already leaking,” Monica Anne growled hungrily, thumb smearing the wet precum over the fat head. Jacqueline was on her knees before either of them could say another word. She yanked Stephanie’s little thong down in one rough pull. Monica Anne released her grip on Stephanie’s cock and Jacqueline’s mouth immediately opened wide as she took it straight to the back of her throat in one greedy swallow. Stephanie’s head thunked back against the wall. “Fuck, Jacqueline, suck me, baby,” Stephanie moaned. Monica Anne’s own cock was straining so hard against her little black dress and little white satin and lace thong. Monica Anne shoved the fabric up, freed the massive length, and stroked it while she watched Jacqueline choke and slobber on Stephanie’s gorgeous shaft. Jacqueline’s spit ran down Stephanie’s balls. Jacqueline’s throat bulged every time she forced herself deeper. Those huge tits of hers bounced heavily with every bob of her head, the floral dress half-shoved down so the soft, heavy flesh of her big sexy tits spilled free, nipples dark and hard. Monica Anne grabbed a fistful of Jacqueline’s hair and guided her, fucking her face onto Stephanie’s cock with short, rough thrusts. “That’s it,” Monica Anne said. “Take every inch. Look at you, drooling all over her.” Stephanie’s hips snapped forward, burying herself to the hilt in Jacqueline’s mouth. Jacqueline’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull off Stephanie’s rock-hard cock. She only moaned around the thick meat stretching her lips, one hand already shoving her own dress higher so she could stroke her own throbbing cock, the fat shaft leaking steadily onto the floor. They switched without words. Monica Anne spun Jacqueline around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and shoved the fat head of her cock against Jacqueline’s tight ass. Jacqueline reached back with both hands and opened herself wide while Monica Anne spit on her hand, lubed Jacqueline up, and then buried her cock into Jacqueline with one long, wet slide, balls slapping Jacqueline’s ass. At the same time, Stephanie quickly climbed on to the bed and made quick work of getting her own hard cock into Jacqueline’s mouth. Jacqueline was in spit roast heaven, her tight ass gripping Monica Anne’s shaft as Stephanie fucked her mouth. Then, they really started moving. Monica Anne fucked Jacqueline’s ass in long, deep strokes, holding her hips tightly so she could use that hot, sexy ass. Every time Monica Anne pulled back, thick strings of spit and precum stretched between her cock and Jacqueline’s puckered ass. Stephanie fucked Jacqueline’s mouth with just as much enthusiasm, the heavy slap of skin on skin loud even over the distant music. Jacqueline’s own massive cock swung and leaked between her thighs with every thrust, the tip dragging sticky trails across the sheets. Then, they rotated again. Stephanie ended up on her back on the bed, legs spread, cock standing straight up, thick, flushed, the head shiny with precum. Monica Anne straddled her in reverse, sinking down until Stephanie’s entire length was buried in her tight ass. The stretch made Monica Anne’s eyes roll back. Her own heavy tits bounced heavily as she started riding, the fat shaft of her cock slapping up against her stomach with every drop of her hips. Jacqueline crawled between Stephanie’s legs, took Monica Anne’s swinging cock into her mouth, and sucked hard while Stephanie’s balls bounced against her chin. Jacqueline stroked herself at the same time, fist flying over her own thick shaft, the wet sound of her pumping loud and filthy. The room filled with the sounds of it, wet cocks sliding in and out of holes, the heavy slap of tits against skin, the choked, desperate moans every time one of them bottomed out. Monica Anne came first. She slammed down hard on Stephanie’s cock, body locking up, as her own massive shaft pulsed hard in Jacqueline’s mouth. Thick ropes of cum flooded Jacqueline’s throat, hot, heavy spurts that Jacqueline tried to swallow and failed. Cum spilled from the corners of her lips, ran down her chin, and dripped onto Stephanie’s balls. Monica Anne kept riding through it, milking every last drop into Jacqueline’s mouth while her ass clenched rhythmically around Stephanie’s still-hard cock. Stephanie followed seconds later, hips snapping up, burying herself to the root as she flooded Monica Anne’s ass with thick, pulsing jets of cum. The excess leaked out around her shaft in creamy white rivulets, running down over her own balls and onto the sheets. Jacqueline was last. She pulled her mouth off Monica Anne’s cock with a wet pop, the spent shaft still twitching, and stood up on shaky legs. She stroked herself furiously, the fat head aimed at the other two girls who were now collapsed on to the bed. When Jacqueline came it was with a loud moan, long, heavy ropes of cum painting Monica Anne’s tits and Stephanie’s flushed face which had come to rest near Monica Anne’s chest. One thick shot then landed across Monica Anne’s lips, another striped Stephanie’s still-hard cock. After a few minutes to catch their breath, the girls traded places again and again, mouths filled, asses stretched, tits used as soft, warm pillows for hard cocks to slide between. Cum was licked off skin, shared in deep kisses, smeared across heavy breasts and swallowed greedily. By the time the three of them finally collapsed in a sweaty, sticky tangle on the bed, every hole was used, every cock was spent and soft and still glistening, and the sheets were ruined with the evidence of how thoroughly they’d taken each other. Outside the locked door, down the stairs, the party continued, bass still thumping. Inside the room, three sets of huge tits rose and fell with heavy breathing, three thick cocks rested soft and spent against soft thighs, and the air smelled thickly of sex and cum…

Short Story: No Purse, No Problem

 

Monica Anne stumbled through the heavy wooden door of the dimly lit bar a little after 1 AM, the soles of her strappy heels catching slightly on the deep red patterned carpet. The warm yellow glow from the overhead fixtures and the smaller round lights hanging from the ceiling washed over her fair skin. Her long wavy black hair framed her face as she blinked against the sudden shift from the dim night outside. The form-fitting bright red satin bodysuit clung to her slender frame, the short slightly puffed sleeves and deep V-neckline putting her significant cleavage and large breasts on full display. The very sexy red bodysuit rubbed softly against her skin with every movement, the delicate fabric already damp where the front and back fastened between her legs. Monica Anne was horny, and more than that, buzzed horny from the residual effects of the night’s earlier drinks. She had gotten separated from her sorority sisters somewhere between the last club and the Uber that never came. Now, the bar she was in was nearly deserted. Only the bartender stood behind the dark wood counter, and two young men she recognized from campus sat a few stools down. one in a green shirt, the other in blue, talking quietly while flat-screen televisions flickered silently above the bottles. Monica Anne’s glossy red lips curved into a tipsy, unselfconscious smile as she approached the bar and slid onto one of the red circular stools. “Red wine,” she said, voice soft and a little slurred. “Just a glass, please.” The bartender poured without comment. She drank it in a few long, thirsty swallows, the alcohol blooming warm in her empty stomach and making her nipples tighten against the satin of her bodysuit. It was then that Monica Anne realized that she had been wearing a cute little white ballerina wrap skirt earlier in the evening, but now, it was nowhere to be found. Had she been sober, she might have been a little self-conscious about wearing the bodysuit without the wrap skirt covering certain things, but at this point in the night, she was owning wearing nothing but that hot and sexy red satin bodysuit. As Monica Anne shrugged off not knowing where her skirt was, she set the empty wine glass down on the bar. It was then that she raised her hand to ask for another glass, but stopped as her other hand reached automatically for her purse that was also missing. Next, the realization hit. Heat flooded her cheeks. “Oh…I…I don’t have my purse,” Monica Anne apologized, meeting the bartender’s eyes. “I’m so sorry. I got separated from my friends…and—” The bartender leaned forward slightly, voice low, even, and smooth. “There’s another way you can pay,” he smirked. Monica Anne assessed the situation. Had the bartender not been so hot, she might have protested, but he was totally her type, muscular, young, dark hair, clean-cut, well-kept. Her buzz, the late hour, the ache already building between her legs, all of it stripped away any pretense. Monica Anne smirked at the bartender then stood, and walked around the end of the bar, her eyes meeting his gaze the entire time. Once behind the bar, and dropped to her knees on the carpet behind the counter, right at his feet. Her hands went straight to his belt. She freed his cock, already half-hard, and wrapped her glossy red lips around the head without a word. The salty taste of him flooded her mouth as she sank down, sucking eagerly, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. Monica Anne moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration traveling up him while she bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time until her nose brushed the base and her throat fluttered around him. It was then Monica Anne noticed that the conversation between the two boys she recognized from campus had gone quiet. She heard the scrape of stools against the carpet, then footsteps. They came around behind the bar, already pulling themselves out from their pants. Monica Anne pulled off the bartender with a wet pop, spit shining on her chin, and turned immediately to the first of the boys, the one in the green shirt. She opened wide and sucked him down, messy and hungry, while her free hand stroked the bartender and then reached for the third cock. Monica Anne took turns, moving from one to the next without pause: long, wet slides of her mouth, the wet sounds of suction filling the quiet bar, her eyes half-closed with pure filthy pleasure. She was so fucking wet. Spit trailed from her lips to their cocks as she switched, moaning louder each time she felt another thick head push past her tongue. Monica Anne was being a dirty little slut, and she loved it, loved the stretch of her lips, the weight on her tongue, the way they looked down at her on her knees in the red bodysuit with her big tits nearly spilling out. After a short while the bartender’s hand settled in her hair. “Back office,” he said, voice rough. “There’s a couch.” Monica Anne rose on unsteady legs, red lips swollen and shiny, and led them through the narrow doorway into the small back room. A worn couch sat against one wall under a single low lamp. She turned to face the three of them as soon as the door clicked shut, already reaching for the crotch of her bodysuit. “It’s time for you to gangbang me,” Monica Anne said as she unsnapped the little metal snaps that were soaked, barely holding the bodysuit together at this point. Her voice was thick with want and all three boys recognized it. Monica Anne climbed onto the couch on all fours, then rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs wide. “Use me,” Monica Anne breathed hard. “Mouth, pussy, ass, I want all of my holes filled. Make me your dirty little slut.” The boys didn’t need more of an invitation. The bartender pushed his cock back between her lips first while the boy in the green shirt yanked the crotch of the bodysuit aside and thrust his hard cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth stroke. Monica Anne cried out around the shaft filling her mouth, the sound muffled and desperate with pleasure. She was dripping wet, her walls clenching greedily around the thick cock stretching her open. The third boy moved to the side of the couch. She reached for him and stroked while she sucked, then turned her head to take him into her mouth next, tasting herself on the first boy’s cock when they switched. They rotated without mercy or pause. One fucked her throat deep and slow while another pounded her pussy, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her muffled moans. When the boy in the blue shirt pulled out of her cunt and pressed the slick head of his cock against her tighter hole, Monica Anne pushed back onto him with a broken, eager whimper. “Yes, fuck my ass, baby,” Monica Anne cooed as he sank into her ass inch by inch, the stretch burning in the best way. She then came hard around the cock that was still buried in her pussy, shaking and sobbing with pure filthy joy. At this point, Monica Anne looked to the boy in the green shirt. “Will you fuck my pussy while he fucks my ass? I want to feel you both inside me together.” From this point, the bartender and the two boys from campus took turns in every combination while she lay on her back, legs spread, bodysuit shoved up around her waist, sucking one cock while the other two fucked her cunt and ass in alternating strokes, one boy under her, one boy on top of her. Monica Anne’s large breasts bounced and jiggled with every thrust, the satin of the bodysuit rubbing wonderfully against her sensitive hard nipples. Spit ran down her chin, her pussy made obscene wet sounds, and her ass gripped greedily around whoever was buried there. Monica Anne came again and again, once when the bartender bottomed out in her throat at the same moment the green-shirt boy slammed deep into her pussy, once when all three of them had a hand on her body and a cock stretching her open, once more when the blue-shirt boy pulled out of her ass and painted her tongue with thick ropes of cum that she swallowed greedily before turning to clean the others. She kept sucking and spreading and begging for more, even after they had all finished the first time, rolling onto her stomach so they could take her from behind again, face pressed into the couch cushion, ass high, moaning like the dirty little slut she was while they used every hole until her makeup was smeared, her red lipstick ruined, and her body trembled with overstimulated pleasure. Her holes were filled with so much cum. By the time the last of them pulled out and wiped his cock across her glossy, cum-smeared lips, Monica Anne was smiling, flushed, thoroughly fucked, and utterly satisfied, still wearing only the ruined red satin bodysuit, the taste of all three of them thick on her tongue...