3 comments/ 62600 views/ 5 favorites Hot Sluts & Dirty Bastards By: dirtylover “You know,” said Tom, “It’s been nearly a year since we started going out”. Trish looked over at him and smiled, “That’s right sweetie, and you know what, I think we’re going to have to celebrate.” Tom looked over at her. An image of her with ripped fishnets on, ass in the air and blobs of cum between her cheeks flashed through his mind. That was one of the things he loved about Trish, she was much more open-minded than anyone else he had been out with. In previous relationships he had been made to feel dirty and perverted and therefore frustrated. With Trish he felt like the ‘normal’ one, and he loved it; never before had he experimented and explored so fully. “How would you like to celebrate?” Tom gave her his mischievous grin, he’d already fantasised quite a lot about what he’d like to do. “Well you know, I think I’d like to surprise you,” said Trish casually. Her pussy started throbbing with anticipation at what she had planned. Tom wasn’t the only one who had been fantasising! “Hmmm, I like surprises.” Tom felt a stirring as more images flashed through his mind: oval, peachy, moon-like, creamy buttocks, squashing everything else out of his conscience. Absent-mindedly he cupped a hand round Trish’s posterior, and crushed a kiss onto her lips. Trish smiled inwardly. It was pretty obvious when Tom was feeling horny and it didn’t take too much imagination to guess what he was thinking about. She liked the way he loved her ass; she had always felt it was rather on the large side, but the way he worshipped it had eventually changed her mind. She couldn’t wait, it was only a week away, and she was going to blow his mind. “There’s only one condition about the surprise though sweetie,” she said, brushing her blond hair back. “Neither of us are allowed to cum all week.” “Huh?” Tom exhaled, and let the tension drain from his body. In a way he was frustrated, but at least it confirmed his suspicion that she had something sexual planned for him. “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth the wait,” she said teasingly. That comment didn’t help with the images in his mind at all, especially when they got into bed that night. In the dark they snuggled up against each other, semi-naked and pungently aroused. Both were beginning to wonder how possible it would be not to cum for a week. Fervently they clung together, bosom on bosom, hardness against dampness. Tom traced his hand around the small of her back. “So what’s my surprise going to be?” he whispered huskily. “Oh well, I’m not going to tell you that! It would ruin half the fun, but let’s just say I saw what you were reading on the Internet the other day.” She felt Tom tense, and for some reason this made her even hotter. “What are you talking about?” He really hoped it wasn’t what he thought, because that was really dirty. She knew he liked anal and spraying his viscous love-juice all over her, and sometimes a little bondage, but his mind got much filthier than that. He really didn’t want to share some things with her, because sometimes he even shocked himself. “Oh nothing really, I’ve just got some ideas, that’s all.” Trish’s thoughts were on overload too. In her mind she was surrounded by big, hard dicks leaking and spurting all over her, ass-licking bitches swirling and swallowing, her clothes torn and tattered and every hole gaping and used. “Baby, you know I’m not that perverted,” Tom lied, anxious because he felt like she must think him some kind of freak. “Yeah, but I am,” she replied in his ear, giving his cock a little stroke. Tom let out a low moan. He felt more excited than he ever had, imagining what might happen next Friday night. “Okay, remember no cumming,” ordered Trish. “Okay darling, night-night,” he said, which took a phenomenal amount of self-control. Finally he drifted off to sleep. The next couple of days passed fairly uneventfully, except that Tom was finding pretty much everything arousing. Even raunchy videos on MTV were getting him hot and bothered. Trish was faring no better, sub-consciously pushing her pert breasts up and bending over conspicuously to pick things up when Tom was around. Of course this just made him even hornier. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, stroking between her buxom thighs and cupping her pliable breasts at every opportunity. She didn’t mind in the slightest. On Wednesday Carla and Leo came round for a social visit. Leo was Tom’s best friend from back in school and they still tended to share secrets about their pet perversions. Carla was a hot little cutie, and a dirty slut too according to Leo. Today she was wearing a short skirt and a top that pushed her cleavage together and upwards. Tom could hardly tear his eyes away from her wiggling and giggling, breasts and pussy ripe and barely concealed. “Shall I get some beers?” asked Leo. “Uh yeah, there’s a couple in the fridge,” Tom replied. “So where’s Trish?” asked Carla, gazing at Tom like the hunky specimen that he was. “Just freshening up, upstairs I think,” said Tom. “So you guys will have been going out for almost a year now, won’t you?” asked Carla, making conversation. “Yeah,” Tom grinned, “She’s got some kind of surprise lined up for me apparently.” “I heard,” said Carla, pouting slightly. Before Tom could make anything of this, Leo returned with the beers. He leaned over and gave Carla a wet kiss, and chucked Tom a beer. “Football?” asked Leo, flicking the TV on. Tom nodded and Carla disappeared off upstairs to gossip with Trish. Tom felt slightly uncomfortable, what had she meant? How much did Carla know about his and Trish’s sex life? “So how’s it going with Carla?” he asked, she and Leo had been going out for about two months. “Pretty fucking good actually,” Leo boasted, “She sucks dick like a machine and yesterday she was telling me how she got it on with this girl that liked getting all pissy and wet. It was so fucking hot, I came all over asshole and cheeks and then she sucked me clean!” “Dirty bastard,” Tom smiled, feeling a stirring at Leo’s graphic description. “Yup,” Leo admitted, “but the slut that she got it on with sounded so dirty, it was incredible. And you know what, I think you’re in for a surprise on Friday.” “Huh?” said Tom, “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Oh nothing,” said Leo, and then refused to say anything else on the matter. A while later Trish and Carla came down, looking giggly and mischievous. Tom felt like he was missing out on something, everybody was being so conspirational. But at the same time, he felt a tingling excitement and his balls were heavy with anticipation. After a bit of chitchat, Leo and Carla made their excuses and left, leaving Tom feeling a little tipsy and bewildered. When he tried to get some sense from Trish, she was evasive and didn’t give anything away, so he resigned himself to waiting. By Friday Tom was finding it hard to concentrate on anything at all. At work he achieved next to nothing, his mind transformed everybody into naked, fucking, filthy sluts and whores. His cock was sore from being hard so much. Trish had spent the day at home, her pussy damp as she got her toys and outfits together for the night ahead. She’d got some skunk and champagne, which were a sure way of getting her and Tom liberated and horny. Eventually she decided to wear her nurse’s outfit, since Tom hadn’t seen it yet, and she was sure he’d like it. She’d also got him an outfit, although she wasn’t sure he’d wear it, but she really hoped he would. Trish was very excited about everything that she had planned for the night ahead. When she’d started going out with Tom they’d hit it off immediately, sharing each other’s sense of humour and zest for life. In fact, because she liked him so much, she’d kept quite a lot of her sexuality hidden, for fear of scaring him off. Now that she’d read some of what he’d been writing and reading on the Internet, she realised that she had nothing to worry about. She lay back on the bed and absent-mindedly let a hand stray downwards. It was starting to feel quite warm and she felt flushed. Images filled her mind: a dark room, bodies writhing and a mindless, debauched hedonism. And then more abstract: shadows of giant phallic demons, opulent breasts and pearly posteriors, desperate clawing, drowning, the moon pulling the tide over and over again… Suddenly Trish realised how close to cumming she was, and stopped herself just in time. Her middle finger had found its way right inside her cunt and a thin string of juice trailed as she eased her wettened hand away. The slightest brush against her clit felt like it would send her over the edge, and the deep, throbbing ache inside her felt like a damn about to break. With a struggle of will, she stopped herself climaxing. Beside the bed was a giant dildo that looked so inviting and she wanted more than anything to jam it up her sodden pussy. “Hi honey, I’m home,” Tom’s voice came from downstairs. Shit, he was early! “Hi hon,” Trish called back, quickly pulling herself together and throwing all her toys and outfits into a bag. Tom walked through to the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge. He had a slight butterfly feeling in his tummy; maybe he wasn’t quite ready for fantasy to become reality. On the way home he’d bought a large bouquet of flowers, having plumped for the romantic, rather than sexual option. Taking a large glug of beer helped him feel more relaxed. Time to find Trish. “Do you like them?” Tom asked, arranging the flowers in a vase. “Oh, they’re lovely!” Trish exclaimed. She jumped up from the bed and gave Tom a big kiss. The flowers were really very nice and thoughtful. “I’ve got a surprise for you too,” she said with a wicked smile, and handed him the bag of skunk. Tom looked at her as he inhaled the aroma of fresh herb. It had been some time since he’d smoked, so this was quite exciting. It also made him hornier and dirtier the more stoned he was. “Mmm mm, some good shit I think,” he smiled, “shall I do the honours?” “Definitely,” said Trish. She handed him the skins and tobacco. Tom sat down on the bed and Trish put her arms round him. He methodically went about the art of skinning up: ripping the paper to the right size, grinding the gear, mixing with a little tobacco, rolling a roach from the Rizla packet, adding the mix to the paper and finally rolling it into a nice cone shape. Perfect. Tom was pleased with his effort and proudly presented the joint to Trish. “No, you light it,” she said. “K,” Tom said. He lit the end, burning the slight excess of paper, and then inhaled. It tasted good and it was not long before he felt a heightened sensitivity. After a few tokes he passed the joint over. “Mmm, that’s done the trick,” Tom said with a lopsided grin and stoned eyes. Not having smoked for a while had made him more susceptible to the skunk. “I’ve got champers too baby,” Trish said between tokes, “It’s the Moet, that one you liked before.” “Oh wow, sweetie, you’re so nice. I’ll go and get an opener.” Tom felt pangs of love in his chest; he was so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. Not having cum for a week and being a little stoned definitely heightened his emotions too. “No need, it’s champagne,” said Trish. She handed the joint back and popped open the bottle. God, she was feeling horny, and Tom was looking stunning: his cute little smile, shirt slightly open, showing the top of his chest, and his beautiful cock waiting for her. In her mind she imagined it swelling inside her mouth as he towered above her. She was going to be the dominant one tonight though. “Champagne?” Trish asked, handing Tom a glass. “Yes please,” he said. It tasted crisp and delicious. It sent a bubbly rush to their heads and was the perfect accompaniment to being stoned. Tom looked over at Trish and smiled inwardly. She was so sexy: full breasts, sweet face framed by a fall of blond hair, and an ass to die for. Tom leant over to kiss her. Each nerve tingled as their noses brushed and parted lips met. Pleasure centres in the brain overloaded and electricity surged through them. Tom reached up and clasped Trish’s face to his, pressing his lips more forcefully against her. She arched her back and rubbed her hands firmly down Tom’s spine. “Oh god, I’m so horny,” Tom breathed out. “Me too,” said Trish, “I want to suck your cock right now. I want to feel it in my mouth as it gets bigger. I want to nibble on the end and suck you and wank you. I want you come in my face.” Tom felt faint as blood surged into his dick. Trish whispering into his ear was driving him crazy, he’d probably have got a hard-on even if she was talking about the weather. Slowly he eased his hand down her back until it met the top of her skirt. He loved this part of her back and he lingered, making small circles with his fingertips. A finger then slipped under the material, exploring the top of her ass-crack. Images of her asshole leaking cum flashed through his mind in a state of erotic ecstasy. The doorbell rang. The stoned, horny couple eased away from each other, and slowly came back down to earth. “Oh that will be Leo and Carla,” said Trish. Tom looked disappointed; this was supposed to be their night together. Leo and Carla stood on the doorstep, anxious with excitement. They were both wearing black, to stunning effect. He was wearing a long leather coat, black PVC trousers and a tight T-shirt that showed off his muscles. She had six-inch heels, fish-net tights, a short, PVC skirt and top; her breasts were overflowing and she had matching, black make-up. Both had also dyed their hair black and adorned themselves with chains. “I can’t wait to get my dick in that slut,” Leo whispered, his arm round Carla’s shoulder. “Shh,” she giggled back. In truth, she couldn’t wait either; apparently Tom came in bucket loads. Just then Trish opened the door. “Hello,” she said, elongating her syllables, “do you want to come in?” She had a very mischievous look on her face. “We’ll go and wait in the van, I think,” said Leo, “You go get Tom.” Trish clambered back upstairs to the bedroom. Even though she was a little stoned and drunk, a nervous excitement was making itself felt inside her belly. The wheels of motion were in place, and there was no turning back now. Either Tom was going to love the sexual escapade ahead, or he would completely freak out. Shit, what if he did freak out? It might spell the end of their relationship. “Hi honey, it was no-one at the door,” Trish lied easily. Tom was lying back on the bed, in his own little world. “Oh, that’s good,” Tom said, “let’s go some.” “Well, actually, I thought maybe we could play a little game,” Trish replied, “If you let me blindfold you, I’ll give you the ultimate pleasure. Only thing is, is you have to remain quiet, or no sexual favours for you. That’s the rules.” “Hmm, this sounds interesting,” said Tom. He glanced up at Trish, she seemed rather flushed and excited. She smiled at him, and produced a black piece of silk. She then proceeded to secure it tightly over his eyes, making sure he couldn’t see a thing. He looked quite cute and vulnerable. Trish then reached into her special bag and got out a collar with a leather leash. “Remember, no talking,” she said, as she fastened it round his neck. Tom just nodded, he didn’t want to miss out on anything dirty she had planned for him. Besides, a slight bit of humiliation might be quite exciting. The stirring sensation in his loins certainly seemed to suggest so. “Now, follow me. I will guide you,” said Trish. Tom got up obediently as he felt the slight tug on the collar. He didn’t say anything as they slowly worked their way down the stairs, nor did he say anything when Trish opened the front door. However, when she started to lead him outside he had a moment of hesitation. “Hon,” he began. Trish reached between his legs and gave his dick a gentle stroke. Tom stopped caring as the blood rushed away from his head; it seemed like so long since he’d last cum. “Don’t worry, no-ones around to see us,” said Trish, “but if you say another word, you won’t get the dirtiest fucking you’ve ever imagined.” Tom felt a rush of excitement at Trish’s dominance and the anticipation of what was to come. They approached Leo’s Transit van and Trish slid open the side door, then guided Tom in. Leo and Carla were sitting in the front and were feeling horny and impatient. Leo had his hand underneath Carla’s PVC miniskirt and was gently rubbing her through her fishnet tights. She was damp and excited, but really needed to pee because of waiting about in the van. They kept quite as Tom and Trish got settled in the back. Trish looked about excitedly; the Transit had been done up into a veritable sex den! Most of the floor was covered in a mattress and black satin sheet and along one side was a cushioned bench, above which were some shackles bolted into the wall. On the opposite wall and ceiling were two large mirrors. Some tatty curtains separated the front of the van from the back. In one corner Trish spotted a huge double-ended dildo; it sent a thrilling shiver through her as she remembered past debauchery. The rear windows had been blackened out, but attached to the walls were a couple of candles that cast a flickering light. “Can I take my blindfold off yet?” Tom whispered. He had no idea what was going on and had resigned himself to the thrill of the unknown. He trusted Trish enough not to completely humiliate him. “I thought I told you not to talk!” Trish barked, and then slapped Tom hard across the face. “Now sit here and raise your hands above your head, you little bitch!” Tom was so dumbfounded that he did as he was told. Trish unbuttoned his shirt at the top and pulled it up over his head, taking care not to disturb his blindfold. He looked so vulnerable sitting there, bare-chested, blindfolded and leashed. Trish then reached into her bag and got out Tom’s outfit; she felt a nervous, tingly excitement; there was no going back now. “Put your arms up through here,” Trish commanded. Tom was now wearing a pink dress with frilly edging, a blindfold, a leash and jeans. He looked like a complete fairy, especially with his innocent, expectant expression. Trish guided his arms into the shackles on the wall, and then locked them firmly in place. Tom gave a barely audible gasp. Trish tugged his jeans and boxers down, exposing his semi-hard dick. The pink dress fell down over it and his bum felt cold against the seat. “Okay, I think we’re ready to go,” Carla whispered to Leo. He turned the key in the ignition and the Transit spluttered noisily into life. Soon they were accelerating into the night, and Tom was jostled up and down on his seat. Trish watched as her sexy boyfriend bounced about, completely unable to do anything about it. She changed into her nurses uniform, admiring herself in one of the mirrors. It pushed her breasts up and barely covered her voluptuous butt cheeks. She piled her hair up under her nurse’s hat and applied bright, red lipstick and mascara. Now she looked like a wanton slut, and felt like one too. Trish knelt on all fours between Tom’s spread legs, so her buttocks brushed against his hardened dick. Slowly she raised and lowered her ass against his shaft, teasing him wickedly. Tom let out little gasps as his hot flesh came into contact with Trish’s cool, soft buttocks. “You like that?” asked Trish. She looked over her shoulder and then let her face rest in the black satin sheet. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Tom muttered. “Well, that’s too bad, ‘cos I just feel like pleasuring myself.” Trish teased her finger between her fleshy lips, and gently caressed herself. It felt delicious; not coming for a week had really wound her up, and she could feel the release building up deep inside her cunt. Hot Sluts & Dirty Bastards Ch. 02 Leo unshackled Tom from the inside of the van and led him up by the leash. The dildo slipped out of Tom's ass as he stood up, and lay lubed and sullied on the bench. Leo guided Tom until he was lying face-up on the mattress. Trish rolled over to give him space, still exhausted from the intense orgasm Carla had just given her. It was pretty cosy with the four of them in the back of the Transit, and the candlelight played deviously over their flushed faces. "Okay Tom, you just stay there; and Carla, I want you to come and squat over his face, just here," said Leo, taking charge. Carla looked up at Leo and gave him a sexy flutter of the eyelashes. She positioned her knees either side of Tom's face and knelt forwards, leaving her face inches away from his throbbing cock. All that concealed it was the thin fabric of his pink dress, and Carla salivated at the prospect of it filling her mouth. "How you doing hon?" Trish asked Tom, placing a hand on his thigh. "This is turning out to be one hell of an anniversary," Tom managed. He just wished that he wasn't blindfolded; he really wanted to see Carla's cunt dripping above his face. "Do you want to skin up another jay?" He also felt like getting a bit more stoned. Leo looked down at his girlfriend perched over his best friend. She looked incredibly sexy in her fishnet tights, PVC miniskirt, matching top and metal chain accessories. She still had her six-inch heels on too, which Leo particularly liked. Tom, in his pink dress, blindfold and leash, was obviously past caring what he looked like. Leo smiled darkly; he had got up to some kinky stuff with Carla in the two months they'd been together, but this was taking it to the next level. "Carla sweetie, I think you may have been a bit of a naughty girl in the back here. That's what it looks like from the state of poor Trish anyway, look at her in her ripped up nurses uniform. Her eyes look kinda glazed and her breasts are red and sore, it looks like you gave her a proper fucking while I was driving the van. Now I think it's your turn for a bit of punishment..." "Oh Leo, please no, don't spank me. I know I like it usually, but I really need to wee, and that wouldn't be very fair on Tom would it? I've needed a wee ever since we left their house; if you spank me, I'm not sure I'll be able to hold on!" "You'll just have to try and hold it in won't you? We don't want you ruining those lovely fishnet tights of yours." "I'm sure Tom won't mind," Trish chipped in. She found the idea of Tom getting pissed on quite a turn on, if she was honest with herself. Her pussy started to tingle, even though she was still very sensitive from the intense orgasms Carla had given her. Tom just lay there, incoherent; it felt like all his dirty little fantasies were all coming true at once. His dick strained beneath the pink dress, and the veins on his neck bulged beneath his collar. Having had Trish tease him all week, and not being allowed to cum, was one thing. It was something else entirely to have heard Carla give Trish the most intense orgasm ever, and now have Carla's loaded, fishnetted cunt and ass squirming above his face. Carla desperately didn't want to wee herself; it would be incredibly embarrassing. She hardly knew Tom; and, unbeknown to him, she and Trish had fucked before, so it wasn't such a big deal. Trish had told her that Tom was actually quite gentlemanly; he had bought her flowers for their one year anniversary and was extra gentle when they had anal sex, things like that made it seem so wrong to piss all over his face. Things that were completely foreign to Leo. Leo reached over and took a wooden paddle that was hanging on the wall of the van. It had a smooth handle and a flat head, making it perfect for spanking. He pushed Carla's PVC skirt up over her ass, until it rested on her back. The fishnets gave a teasing pattern of flesh: firm buttocks, the dark crack of her ass and the aromatic swelling of her cunt. Leo savoured the sight for a while, then bent down and inhaled; Carla was certainly aroused, that was obvious from the delightful scent her cunt was exuding. Trish started skinning up while she watched Leo savour the prospect of giving Carla a good spanking. Trish had always thought that Leo was quite scary looking, but now she realised he was also very good-looking. He had taken his leather coat off and his tight T-shirt highlighted the ripple of his muscles. His features were long: his fingers dancing over the paddle, his eyes dark and moody, and his hair draped down, cloaking his face; he was positively intimidating, looming over Carla like that. Leo ran the paddle through his long fingers, weighing it up mentally as he imagined the reaction it would get from Carla. He imagined her trying to resist the pain, then giving into the pleasure; he imagined her losing control as she came from the spanking, coming over Tom's face... "Are you ready for a show?" Leo asked Trish. "I want you to spank her good and hard," Trish replied, looking up at Leo. She was still wearing her dishevelled nurse's outfit, and she leant against the side of the van, joint in hand. "Carla, Tom, are you both ready?" "Leo, please don't spank me, I really don't think it's a good idea," Carla pleaded. However, Leo could tell her true desire from the way she raised her ass, as if inviting a fucking. Carla's fishnet tights stretched over her taut buttocks and thighs, and her latex mini-skirt hung around her mid-riff. She could feel the dampness of the material around her crotch, inches above Tom's face. "Go on Leo, you know she wants it," Tom muttered, turned on beyond belief. He desperately wanted to taste Carla's cunt, and he licked his lips in anticipation. The tantalising scent of it hovering over his face made him salivate lustfully. Leo grimaced and long moments passed. He slowly raised the paddle over his head and paused. Trish looked on, mesmerised. She exhaled, letting out a breath of smoke that hung in the air. Her pulse was beating furiously. Tom's dick strained beneath his skirt and a bead of perspiration rolled down his cheek. The blindfold and leash felt uncomfortable and restricting. His breathing was ragged. Carla's buttocks clenched and relaxed in anticipation, her whole body was taut; she knew how ruthless Leo could be. She tried to relax herself, to reduce the pain, and to focus on not peeing... THWACK! Leo let his arm drop and smacked Carla firmly across both cheeks, sending her body forward. Her breasts pushed softly into Tom's cock, and her face nestled right over his balls. "Ow! Leo, please don't hit me so hard. That really hurt!" "Yes, your butt does look a bit red, but I'm sure Tom won't mind kissing that better for you. I'm not finished yet though, by the time I'm through you'll really know what pain is." "Yeah, that's it Leo, hit her harder, make the bitch suffer, she loves it really." Trish took another drag of her joint and giggled stonedly. "Leo, I mean it, I really need to..." THWACK! This time Leo applied just a little more intensity, and Carla's buttocks wobbled with the force. This time she kept her balance, but let her crotch drop a little closer to Tom's face. "Mm, God, I want to taste you." Tom arched his mouth up towards Carla's cunt. "Oh, I can feel that," Carla gasped, "My whole butt feels like it's tingling!" "How do you like this one then, you little slut?" THWACK! Leo let rip again. This time, leaning all the weight of his upper body into the blow. He then hit her again several times in evenly measured succession. Carla gasped wantonly with each blow. The pain blurred into one abstract sensation, until it felt like her flesh was burning. She was also distinctly aware of an island of discomfort within the pain: her bladder was full, and desperately needed to be released. "You had enough you little bitch?" Leo taunted. "Fuck Leo! Don't hit me again, I can't hold on much longer!" "Carla honey, relax, he's not going to stop hitting you until he gets what he wants," said Trish. "Why don't you just let yourself come? Enjoy it." "Yeah Carla, come on my face, I want to taste your sweet cunt so badly!" Tom breathed. Trish put her joint to one side and leaned forward until she was kneeling between Tom's spread legs, facing Carla. She reached forwards and squeezed Carla's breasts with one hand and gently grasped Tom's dick with the other. Carla looked at her, eyes blazing; Tom's dick was angled up, sword-like, between them. Carla and Trish locked mouths, wordlessly, in a hungry embrace. Their tongues intertwined, as if wrestling the pleasure out of each other. Trish pushed her hands up through Carla's hair and massaged her scalp, then started kissing and licking her face and ear. Trish was stoned and her senses were sharp and sensual; kissing Carla was sending her into a state of erotic bliss. "I want you to piss on his face," Trish whispered. Carla looked at her wantonly and nodded. "Tom buddy, do you want me to take your blindfold off?" asked Leo. "Oh yeah..." Tom blinked a couple of times, and then groaned. Carla's ass was right above him, teasing him, and just out of reach. He could tell she was excited by the way she was squirming about. THWACK! Leo let rip with the paddle, hitting Carla full pelt across the buttocks. She let out an earthy groan from deep within; her ass sweltered and reddened painfully. The immediate blistering sensation slowly gave way to a deep throbbing that started at her buttocks, then spread down through her thighs and up her abdomen. White light flared through her thoughts, and stars danced round the periphery of her vision; she semi-consciously let her head flop down onto Tom's belly, next to his dick. Several moments passed before she realised her crotch was a little damper than before. Tom looked up at the dark patch that had expanded slightly between Carla's thighs. A couple of drops of urine dripped from her fishnet tights onto his face. The first landed on Tom's cheek, but he managed to catch the second on his tongue. He reached round and cupped Carla's sensitive buttocks in his hands, and gently tried to ease her ass down onto his face; he really wanted to lick her out and make her come. When this failed Tom tilted his head sideways and sucked on Carla's inner thigh, where some of her piss had seeped down. Tom felt an intoxicating rush of excitement at this act of debauchery, and clawed Carla's tights apart. "Do you want a hand?" Leo grabbed Carla's fishnets in two hands and tore them apart, exposing the crack of her ass cheeks. "Fuck yeah! Show me that cunt of yours," said Tom, desperately trying to reach up with his tongue. "Go on, let him have it, piss all over his sorry little face," Trish encouraged. "No, please, I don't want to. Let me just get up, please!" Tom arched his neck up and managed to give Carla a quick couple of licks between her fleshy lips. There was a mild, tangy flavour of piss, mixed with the sweeter taste of her cunt's juices. Carla groaned as the hard tip of Tom's tongue brushed over her clit and pee-hole. Leo reached down beneath Carla's tummy and massaged his knuckles into her abdomen. Tom continued flicking his tongue over her cunt whenever it came low enough over his face. Trish stroked Carla's hair and back, gently soothing her. "Oh God, that feels good!" "Yeah, you want to come? Why don't you just reach down between your legs and give your clit a little stroke? I bet the pain from me spanking you has subsided a bit now, and you feel all warm and tingly, right?" "Oh fuck! I'm so going to come and I so need a piss, there's no way I can hold on much longer..." "That's it Carla, let yourself go, I can see you're enjoying yourself. Maybe Leo could give me a good spanking next time?" "Trish, I'd love to give you a good spanking, just so long as I can fuck that fine ass of yours afterwards!" Tom made an ever greater effort to lick Carla's cunt; hearing his best friend and girlfriend talking dirty together really turned him on. He ran his tongue from Carla's cunt hole up to her brown bud, and back again, trying to devour as much of her as he could. "Oh Tom, lick me, you horny little bastard! You know I'm going to come on your face, I'm going to piss all over you, you fucking fuck, fuck me..." Carla wriggled about, close to bursting point. Leo pushed one hand hard into Carla's abdomen and used the other to slap her across her ass, as Tom managed to stick his tongue right up inside her slithery cunt. "Oh fuck! I'm coming!" Carla blanked out to the world: her eyes screwed shut, her whole body vibrated uncontrollably, her thighs clamped around Tom's face and a guttural cry escaped her parted lips. She desperately rubbed her clit as the impending orgasm reached a precipitous crescendo. The fibre of her being was charged and electrified, each nerve stood on end, and the aching chasm of her wantonness filled her from inside to out. "Ohwww...Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck...!" Carla came, causing jets of warm piss to erupt from her hot hole. She bucked and writhed on Tom's face as her cunt spasmed and her juices leaked uncontrollably. Leo kept slapping her across the buttocks, intensifying and prolonging her pleasure. Tom slurped up as much of Carla's hot piss and cum as he could; it splashed over his face and overflowed out of his mouth, making him cough and splutter, but still he kept sticking his tongue deep inside her cunt. Tom's dick leaked pre-cum next to Carla's face, and, as her focus came back, she took it in her mouth. It got halfway in, and Carla gently swirled it round with her tongue. "Oh yeah, that feels good." Tom couldn't believe that he still hadn't come; every time his dick was touched it set fireworks off through his senses. Carla breathed hard and let the tension seep out of her body as she got her breath back. However, Leo wasn't finished, and he gently lubricated his middle finger with Carla's cum and then eased it slowly into her ass. She was too fatigued to resist, so she relaxed instead and allowed herself to enjoy this new sensation. Meanwhile Trish took Tom's cock in her mouth and gently worked her mouth up and down its length. She loved the feel of Tom's big cock filling her mouth and she swirled her tongue around his knob. "Mmm, that feels good," said Tom appreciatively. "Ready to be fucked?" Leo asked Carla. Without waiting for an answer he unbuttoned himself, exposing his dick. It was long, thick and already hard. He manoeuvred it between Carla's butt cheeks, so that it lay resting between them. He then grabbed a buttock in each hand and pulled them apart, and forced Carla's weight backwards. Her brown asshole opened slightly under the tension. "Yeah, fuck her asshole," said Tom. He had a perfect view – right beneath Carla's sodden pussy. Trish carried on sucking on Tom's cock and Carla gripped the base of it in her hand. The sensation and the build up in his balls was becoming too much. "That's it, come in my mouth you dirty little boy," Trish commanded. "Come in my mouth as you watch Leo stick his cock right up Carla's ass hole." Leo's bell end was right at the entrance of Carla's moistened ass. She'd been fucked that way many times before and she relaxed against him. Leo watched as his cock started to stretch her rim and her shit-hole swallowed it up. He couldn't wait for it to ease all the way in and he grabbed her and thrust his cock deep into her bowels. "Fuck, bastard!" Carl screamed, then breathed out as she accommodated him. He fucked her rhythmically and before long his balls started to tighten. "That's it, cum right in my fucking ass!" Tom watched from below as Leo's balls, inches from his face, slapped against Carla's buttocks. "Oh my god! I'm cumming!" Tom shouted as Trish's tongue worked its way around his knob. His thick cum spurted against the roof of her mouth, splattered against Carla's face and dripped down on to his stomach. The two women greedily scooped up the spilt cum and ate it, before French kissing each other over Tom's throbbing cock. "Fuck, that's so dirty," said Leo. He started to cum as well and his balls tensed as he squeezed his hot jizz into Carla's rectum. She could feel the warmth of the hot cum as it sprayed deep inside of her. Carla pushed back and Tom watched as Leo's cock was expelled from her stretched ass hole. As it came out, Carla raised herself up so that her butt was right over Tom's face. She then got in a squatting position and pulled her pert, round ass cheeks apart, so that her gaping ass hole was right over Tom's mouth. He stuck out his tongue and jammed it right in her ass. Leo's cum trickled out on to his tongue and in to his mouth. He licked furiously and the dirty cum dribbled over his face and down his chin. "Gosh – I'm still really horny," said Trish. "I wonder if anybody will vote that they like this story and want it to carry on . . ." Hot Sluts & Dirty Bastards Carla peeped between the curtains. Her heart leapt at what she saw: Trish dressed as a slut-nurse, busy fingering herself, and Tom straining at the tether, his cock aching to touch Trish’s upturned ass. “I’m going to join in,” Carla whispered to Leo. He just gave her a grin and a lewd wink. She clambered unsteadily into the back and quickly took Tom’s engorged dick all the way into her mouth, and then sucked slowly up its length. “Oh-my-fucking-god, that feels good,” Tom cried out. Carla let his dick out of her mouth with a ‘plop’, then turned her attention to Trish’s ass. Trish shuffled her backside towards Tom’s dick and pressed firmly against it, and fingered her self roughly in excitement. Carla whacked her hard across both cheeks, forcing her forwards again, and away from Tom’s dick. She then tenderly kissed the reddening patches. Tom continued to moan and Trish whimpered softly, her fingers delving in and out of her wet cunt and rubbing against her clit. “Now Tom, I’ve got a little present for you,” Carla said. Tom reddened, realising that it was Carla that had sucked his dick. He started to say something, but Carla hushed him by placing a finger to his lips. She reached under the bench and brought out a dildo. It had a flat base, and a big, bulbous head. Carla spat on the end of it, and then motioned for Tom to squat, so she could place it beneath him. “This is going up your ass.” Tom felt the cold head of the dildo against his puckered hole, and tried to stand up, to get away from it. Trish looked over her shoulder and let out a soft moan at what Carla was doing. “No, I don’t want that!” Tom cried, although his dick was rock hard. “Shhh, you’ll be okay. Just try and relax,” said Carla. She bent forwards and nibbled Tom’s sensitive knob. Tom felt the strength leave his legs; it was hard to stand in a squatted position. As Carla licked and sucked, the fat head of the dildo eased its way into his tight hole. He had never experienced anything like this before, but in his stoned state he felt relaxed. The feeling of his ass being stretched and penetrated was incredible, especially with Carla’s deft tongue movements. “Oh god, I’m going to come,” Tom moaned. Carla stopped sucking, leaving his heavy dick bobbing away. The dildo was now firmly up his rectal passage, and with each jolt of the van it slipped up a little further. It was a little painful, but the sensations of the head stretching its way up left Tom groaning with pleasure. Soon he was enjoying the bumping of the van and the fullness in his butt, and was bouncing himself to get a better fucking. Meanwhile, Trish was squirming about all over the place. Seeing Tom in his pink dress and a fat dildo up his ass had excited her beyond belief. She had her ass high in the air and three fingers thrusting in out of her hot hole. Cunt juice dribbled down her thigh and glistened in the candlelight. Carla gripped her round the waist and manoeuvred her onto the centre of the mattress. “You wanna cum sweetie?” Carla asked. “God yes!” Tom had never heard Trish sound so lustful. “I’m going to stick my fingers in your filthy cunt. Do you want that?” Carla looked in the mirror. She looked stunning in her PVC and fishnets, positioned behind Trish’s wobbling posterior. She just wished she didn’t need to wee so much, but she couldn’t go until the van stopped. “Yes, fuck me with your mouth and fingers,” said Trish. She had cottoned on that Carla was narrating for Tom’s benefit, who by now was squirming like a schoolgirl. His dick ached so much it was painful; he really needed to cum. “I’m sticking my middle finger up inside you. Wow, it’s wet inside there! Your pussy juice is dripping down my wrist, and mmm, it tastes good. You’re such a horny slut!” “Yes, I’m a fucking horny slut! Now lick me out you bitch, I want to feel your tongue licking me clean. Make me cum and then drink it, you filthy whore!” “Tom, did you hear that? Your girlfriend is a slut, and I’m licking her out right now. Mmm, she taste’s sweet doesn’t she? I bet you’d like to taste her wouldn’t you, instead of bouncing about like a girl on that dildo of yours. And I bet you’d like to slide your tongue across her asshole like this…” “Fuck, that feels good! That feels so good, Carla, I’m gonna come. Carla, fuck me, you bitch.” Carla smiled, then wedged three fingers up Trish’s cunt and thrust hard. As Trish’s ass bounced about on her hand, Carla let her tongue sliver against Trish’s winking asshole. “Oh god, rim my ass, you slut!” Trish was bouncing about uncontrollably now. “Oh yes, lick her ass, stick your tongue right up there, she loves it,” Tom chipped in. Carla obliged. Her fingers where a blur inside Trish’s sodden cunt and her mouth sucked and salivated against her asshole. Her tongue forced its way past the puckered ring, and Trish’s buttocks squashed against her face. Tom moaned blindly, wishing he could be part of the action. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” The tension inside Trish had built up to a vibrating crescendo. Electric buzzes shot through her clit as the throbbing in her womb became unbearable. Her legs shook uncontrollably, sending waves through her buttocks. Her skirt had ridden up her back, her breasts hung out and she squeezed them desperately, and her hair was a matted mess. Carla continued to finger and tongue her as hard as she could, perspiration dripping freely from her face and her chin sticky with pussy juice. Then, when she could feel Trish’s cunt contracting around her fingers, Carla pushed her tongue deep inside Trish’s anus. It tasted clean and little soapy. Trish spasmed violently as Carla’s fingers rubbed against her sensitive insides, and her tongue shamelessly invaded her private hole. Her whole body shook: her aching breasts, her clammy tummy, her ass and thighs; orgasms ripped through her, and juices washed down her inner thighs. “Keep going!” Trish pleaded. Carla fingered furiously, feeding off Trish’s sexual energy. Then, after the initial explosive orgasm, Carla eased her fingers out of Trish’s cunt and knelt her face right down between her wet lips. Trish’s clit was erect and easy to find; Carla’s tongue darted right to it and began licking away. “I’m going to come again. Christ I’m so fucking horny! Yeah, that’s it, lick my clit, you bitch!” Tom struggled about on his dildo. All he could hear were the noises and squelching sounds coming from the two women. His wrists were feeling sore from being shackled, and he wanted to fuck his girlfriend more than anything. He was starting to feel really humiliated: Trish was getting the best fucking of her life from a woman, and he was completely impotent, with a dildo up his ass, his eyes blindfolded and his hands shackled. The bumping of the van did little to ease his discomfort. “Oh god!” Trish squealed. It felt like a dam bursting inside her; wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body, relaxing her worn muscles and vaginal passage. As her cunt spasmed, little jets of cum gushed out and drenched Carla’s face. This only made Carla lick harder, the taste of female cum made her so horny and she buried her face right up Trish’s cunt. She continued to lick until Trish’s movements subsided, and she let her ass fall down, exhausted. Carla rested her head down on Trish soft buttocks, breathing hard; they lay like that, resting and spent. The van stopped. “Wow, what’s going on in here?” Leo looked through into the back, to see Trish and Carla in a sweaty pile, and Tom still desperate to cum. “I’m really fucking horny,” moaned Tom. “Me too!” said Carla. “Okay, I think I’ve got a nice dirty idea…” said Leo…