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🕑 Added 2023-10-14 15:56:48 +0000 UTCFarah gasped as the plug slid into her ass with surprising ease. She curled her toes as two of Evie’s fingers found their way inside her helplessly wanting cunt. And she whimpered as the younger woman’s tongue traced about her piercing in deft little flicks.
They had the honeymoon suite to themselves while Nia and Ethan were away in Nottingham and it hadn’t taken long for their first evening alone together to turn heated. Much of the last half hour had been spent sprawled out on the bed, with Evie showering attention upon Farah’s rear, evangelising one of her own little fixations. Farah had been a slightly uneasy convert at first, but the skilled eagerness of the other woman had not so slowly begun to open her mind if not outright win her over. Even so, she hadn’t been ready for that intense profound feeling of fullness as the toy settled inside her while Evie ravaged her other hole.
It wasn’t just the heft of the plug, or the way the black plastic stretched her, although that was certainly becoming more pleasant and less uncomfortable as she got used to it. Rather it was the thrill of how brazenly whorish she felt that was really tipping her towards the edge. Farah spread her dark cheeks, and wallowed on her hands and knees in how little it let her even pretend to be a good girl.
Evie adjusted herself, a click coming from the camera of her phone as she captured a picture of them both and Farah felt an extra kick of exhibitionist gratification, knowing how proudly the plug within her backside would be sat within the frame. Realising it was likely destined for the less-than-work-safe Whatsapp group they now shared with Ethan and Nia, Farah wondered if this was quite what the other two had had in mind when they had encouraged her to look after Evie. It was obvious that the Japanese girl was still hurting from the fresh knowledge of what her previous girlfriend had been through with DuoHalo, but then Farah wasn’t sure what more she was meant to be able to do other than offer the guilt free distraction that Evie seemed to so readily reach for as a response. Was it healthy in the long run? Probably not. But then the intensity of Evie’s kisses as she sought escapism had made it hard for Farah to care about more than the here and now.
“Shit…more of…of fuck, yes, there,” Farah managed, as Evie’s fingers found a particularly pleasant angle, and she found her face falling forward against the mattress. “How can you be this good…”
The only response she got was an embarrassed chuckle and a coy, “oh, you know,” before Evie’s efforts behind her redoubled from the praise.
Farah’s actual experience with other women had been limited to a drunk one night stand and a messy on and off friends with benefits arrangement with one of her old teammates. And it was plain from what she’d picked up that Evie’s own sexual history was decidedly more colourful than her own, teased out in hints and implications of a life on the fringes of the London elite. Farah was dimly aware from her own career of the sorts of things that happened in exclusive members clubs and behind gilded doors, and even if it held to her directly she was currently glad of whatever brief flirtation Evie had had with that world. Besides, ass up on the bed was hardly a good position to judge from. And the more she interacted with Evie the more she appreciated how closely their proclivities seemed to align.
The black painted tips of Evie’s nails pulled at the plug slightly, and Farah’s eyes fluttered and rolled at the sensation of it being worked out just far enough for a tongue to slowly trace about her rim.
“Do you think you’ll let Ethan do this with you,” Evie teased, knowing full well that Farah’s answer would be in heady, hopeless yes if he ever asked. The cricketer knew that the other woman was waiting at the front of the queue for that particular experience. But the thought of being right behind her had gone from being something she never would have considered a week earlier to now making her mind so hot and messy that she felt ready to burst just thinking about it. She moaned fucking herself with her own hand while Evie spent her attentions elsewhere.
Would Nia do it too? The thought flickered through her thoughts out of nowhere, arcing like lightning. Farah imagined the black woman spread out, her curses delicious and sordid as she strained to take all of Ethan. She pictured how he would feel in her own ass, how impossibly full and slutty every second would be. And her mind raced at the idea of them claiming her together, Nia and Ethan and Evie, knowing how deeply, viscerally she belonged to them. And all the while Evie kept going, opening her up to places she’d never been before.
Farah danced on dreams of her own depravity, and came apart.
