This fetish short story is written with the intent being to titillate/arouse, amuse, and entertain. It does not presume any moralistic, societal, or sexual judgments, nor does it propose any such standards for the reader. If you are open-minded, and seek titillation/arousal, amusement or entertainment, and an easily followed story flow, you are the target audience for this story.
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Hi, I'm Danielle. You may have read about me in 'Danielle's Day of Debauchery,' which is published here on the Literotica site. If you did, I certainly hope you enjoyed it, that it intrigued you to want to know more about me. To tell you the truth, as I read the story, I almost didn't recognize myself—I was a real tramp that day! Oh well... Just like men, a woman has needs, and sometimes those needs get so out of control that she will do anything she can to achieve that feeling of total satisfaction. I read a story on this site where the guy told the slut who was furiously riding his straight-up cock, 'the cream ain't free—you gots to work to get the cream.' And, that's my problem now... I needs the cream. I know it's gonna be work, so I'm on my way to work for it. C'mon with me—I know you wanna watch. That's why you're reading this, isn't it?
My friend is Laura, and she's kinda wild (yeah, I know—you've already called me a slut). She's younger than I am, and she's been alone since she and her husband split several months ago. I spend some time with her—we go out together, just to keep in touch with the social goings on, and 'things.' We dress provocatively... well slutty—you know, the short skirts and cheap makeup that tell men what we're really about. We sometimes 'get lucky,' one or both of us ending up in a seedy hotel room pounding down on (a) hard cocks.
I admit it—there are times when I want to end up in bed doing Laura, instead of us doing the nasty with strangers who were just a means to an end. We're good friends, and I can tell her anything (yeah, I told her about 'Danielle's Day of Debauchery,' too). Laura is very sexual, and can go from one sexual situation right into another... In that sense, we are a lot alike.
She's medium height, kinda plump... especially since she had the baby. She is a very attractive woman by anyone's standards, though. Her reddish-blonde hair is usually all over her head, and her impish green eyes can melt me instantly, even when we've argued. Her hips and thighs are to die for, and I slap her on the tail sometimes, letting my hand linger to cop a feel of her sweet butt cheeks. Laura usually wears short skirts or dresses even around the house—she says it keeps her on the edge of a sexual high, and she likes that feeling.
What gets my juices flowing though, are her breasts. Laura's hangers are just that... they hang from her chest, full and pendulous, seemingly offering themselves to lecherous eyes, even when fully concealed in her D-cup bra. And, since she breast-feeds her son, her breasts constantly ooze milk. Not to a point of soiling her clothes, but she does seem to change bras often.
And she knows the effect they have on me. Though we've never talked about us being bi-sexual, Laura has been more suggestive around me since I told her about 'the day.' Now, it's almost as if she's taunting me with her sexual promiscuity, not bothering to button up after she breast-feeds, or seductively licking her lips as she recounts some Literotica story she's read. Yesterday we went grocery shopping together, and she 'playfully' held two melons against her chest, while her eyes asked the question, 'want some?'
She's rented a couple of movies, and asked me to come over for awhile after dinner. I don't plan on DVD's being part of the evening's entertainment. I've got alternative plans—to milk that bitch. And, you get to watch... Let's go!
Enroute...
I'm wearing my shortest, most dick-hardening dark grey miniskirt, one that I know Laura likes. Under it, a flowered black garterbelt but no panties. My sheer stockings are shimmering, all the way down to my three-inch black pumps. We never dress like this to hang in and watch movies, so when she sees me, she's got to know that I plan for HER to be the entertainment for this evening. She's expecting me, so I don't have to knock. You guys be quiet, like paintings on the wall...
"Laura..."
Ohh, there she is... What's she doing?? Let's watch for a minute.
Laura is in the den, admiring herself in the floor to ceiling mirrors that run along the wall.
Laura's got on extremely high spiked black heels, with stockings cinched tightly to her garterbelt. Her skintight miniskirt, which, even though it barely covers her pussy, has a slit right between her legs. Her blouse is partially open, and I can easily see that she's not wearing a bra. Laura's titties are swollen even larger than normal, and the nipples are jutting straight out.
Laura is massaging her breasts, looking at herself, moving them suggestively back and forth. Her eyes are glazed and she occasionally juts her ass out, a move which brings her butt cheeks clearly out from under the mini. Damn, I feel so much like eating her pussy right now!!
I notice the huge vibrator on a table next to the sofa. Laura bought it one evening on a whim as we 'investigated' an adult toy store. It looks to have been getting some use.
I'm beginning to feel myself wetting wet, too!! I wonder what her plans for this evening really are... Is she getting herself hot to seduce me??
Laura lewdly sticks one finger into her widely splayed slit, moaning as she sees herself in the mirror. She pulls her thick thighs apart wildly, and grabs at her ass cheeks with her free hand. I'm still watching, turned on by my very close friend feverishly digging her pulsing cunt. I've never seen her do this!
Laura gets up and goes over to the chaise lounge, one with the end sloping close to the floor. She hunches down into it, masturbating herself wickedly, trying to fuck into it as if it were a human lover. I'm quietly encouraging her (she doesn't know I'm in the hall), because now I'm almost sure that she plans for ME TO BE HER entertainment!
Laura's her legs are splayed wildly apart and high into the air, jutting off each side of the lounge. Her miniskirt slit is right at the level of her pussy lips, her hair disheveled from the self-fucking that is consuming her. She is in heat, in glorious, mindless, cum-fuck-me heat.
"Oh, fuck me! Do it to me, baby! Aggh! I need it s-oo baad!" Laura sobs quietly, in rapture!
I'm cu-umming, too!! I look down to see the pussy juices running down my inner thigh, as I crouch in Laura's hallway.
"U-ungh!" Laura is still cumming, her asscheeks lifting off the lounge. She is in a state of perpetual orgasm, and seeing herself in the mirror is still another turn-on for her.
Oh, dammn... she sees me!!
"Oh... Danielle! Hi! C'mon in!"
She's smiling at me, just as if this is so very ordinary. I wish I could steady my nerves. Between watching her and finger-fucking myself in this hall... Damnn, I wonder if she saw me masturbating too?? You know, the way she's still laying there, I can see almost six inches into her pussy hole!!
I'm still kinda numb! This is a helluva way for her to act... She knew I was coming over now. And she certainly ain't dressed for us to sit and casually watch a coupla 'R' rated flicks! I know something's up! I got an idea this is gonna be a night we won't forget!
Laura gets off the floor and straightens herself up. She walks towards me as if I had just seen her routine exercise program. But I can see her wobbling steps, she's bow-legged, and her cunt is oozing fluid down her thighs!.
We move to the bedroom lounge and I sit down alongside her. "What was THAT all about?"
"Nothing much at all. I decided to dress kinda special for you, but when I saw myself in the mirror, I felt so good... I know we don't plan to go out, so I just opened my legs and looked up my skirt. My nature took over from there..."
"Well, you certainly got ME hot, too! I think I left some pussy juices of my own in your hallway! I know you love masturbating, girl, but that was... WOW!!"