Erotic Tale: Slumber Party pt. 2

By: Victoria Bleu

Siera was propped on her knees, straddling the face of a man with a sharp low cut and thick, bushy eyebrows. Tiffany couldn’t take her eyes off Siera’s hips as they made slow, deliberate circles. Dark chocolate hands clutched her ass, guiding her rhythm.

Who the fuck is that? Tiffany thought, eyes narrowing.

Daisha, standing six feet tall, was between the man’s legs. With both fists tangled in Siera’s hair, she kissed her like she was savoring the last bite of her favorite meal.

Tiffany crept further into the room, grabbed a blanket from a chair, and wrapped her naked body. She slid into the corner of the room, sitting cross-legged on the plush carpet, hidden in the shadows of the color-shifting LED lights.

As Daisha devoured Siera’s lips, her hips swayed back and forth, glowing harness catching the light. The man’s legs dangled off the bed, his feet planted on the soft blue carpet, his body trembling as Daisha’s slow thrusts pushed moans out of him.

“Not all the way,” he groaned, his deep, raspy voice vibrating in the room.

Oh shit! Daisha fucking this nigga?! Tiffany was gagged, shocked! She never witnessed anything like this. She covered her mouth with both hands as she watched the glowing strap slid in and out of him.

Siera finally lifted herself from his face, panting. “You enjoyed how this pussy taste?”

“Mmhhmm. Hell yeah,” he moaned, voice thick with desire.

Siera rolled onto the bed beside him, draping the comforter over her bare skin just enough for warmth, eyes glued to the scene in front of her.

Daisha had promised herself she’d only tease him with the tip of her strap, but fuck it, we here now. She pressed deeper. His moans grew louder, more desperate. Placing both hands on his abdomen, she felt his body tighten beneath her.

“Come on, we're here now,” she coaxed.

Tiffany’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She gasped, quickly covering her mouth again.

The mystery man suddenly turned toward her. Their eyes locked in the dim light. In an instant, he shoved Daisha back, scrambled to his feet, and snatched up his clothes. Within seconds, he was dressed and out the door, sprinting out of the house without saying a word.

Siera bolted upright, but it was too late—he was gone.

“Bitch! You get downnnnn! You don’t play!” Tiffany hollered, breaking the tension.

“What did it feel like to dominate?” Siera asked, curiosity glowing in her eyes.

“Dominate? How the hell did y’all even get here?” Tiffany shot back.

Daisha blushed, sliding the glowing strap off and sinking onto the bed. Tiffany, still wrapped in the blanket, propped herself on her elbow from the floor. Siera tucked herself against Daisha under the covers as Daisha began spilling everything.

“So when we all split up, me and Siera went into the kitchen to grab a snack,” Daisha started.

Laughter. “Liquor make me so hungry!” Siera added.

“Anyway, Siera bent over the counter munching, and I dropped behind her, got on my knees, and started munching on her pussy. I don’t know who was louder—her or y’all.”

Laughter filled the room.

“So boom, I’m trying to suck every drop out of her. Finally, I stand up, strap already glowing, and slid it in. See, Siera always had this fantasy to be fucked with a strap. I couldn’t let my girl miss out on that glow stick experience.”

“Okay girl, so you in it,” Tiffany teased.

“I’m talkin in itttttt!” Daisha and Siera sang together.

“Yes! I had her bent over and I’m going—wham, wham, wham! She throwing her ass back, I’m trying to hold steady. Watching her cream all over my strap, ass bouncing back on me, I had to feel it. So I grabbed the double dildo. Put one end in her, the other in me. Now our asses clappin’ together. Felt so damn good, I couldn’t even breathe—I just screamed.” Daisa described.

“Girl then all of a sudden there was this banging at the front door fucking up the vibe!” Siera cut in.

“I was so thrown off, I just stopped and snatched the door open. Forgot I was naked as hell, Siera bent over the island with a dildo hanging out her coochie,” Daisha said.

“I had a big-ass attitude! Nigga’s back was turned, and I yelled, ‘Damn nigga, can I help you?’ He turned and said, ‘This my Airbnb. If y’all don’t get out, I’m calling the police. I said no parties!’ While he’s saying this, he finally looks at me—realizes I’m naked—then looks past me and sees Siera. Whole tone switched. Now he talking about, ‘Well, I need to come in and make sure everything’s okay.’ I stepped aside and closed the door behind him.”

“So I hear him come in. I start playing with the dildo in my pussy while I’m still bent over. Moaning and shit. Daisha comes up behind me—we ass to ass—and I say, ‘Watch us, daddy.’ She slid the other end in her and we started going, ass clapping together!” Siera added.

“Whole time, me and Siera moving, my eyes stayed locked on his. I just shot my shot, and said, ‘You want some of this, baby?’ Without hesitation, he said, ‘Hell yeah.’ So we stopped and led him to the room.”

“So how did you get to pegging him?” Tiffany asked.

“Well, as we're leaving the kitchen, I had my strap in my hand. Once he was naked in the dark room, he sat on the bed and said, ‘Let me see you with that on.’ I knew it was go time. I put it on and told him to lay back.”

“And you know me,” Siera jumped in, laughing. “As soon as that nigga laid back, I sat right on his face. He went straight to work. Tongue was so thick, so strong, I swear it felt like riding a micro dick. He had a good grip on my ass, and I just rolled my hips in circles, spelling my whole name and the alphabet. That nigga could eat! I didn't realize I turned around to face Daisha. Shit was so good! Then she started kissing me! I know everything I had in me went down his throat.”

“While she working his tongue, I’m working his dick. Got the lube, tight grip, stroking him slow. Lube and spit, made it warm, made it wet. I worked it down to his ass. Girl, I don’t know what came over me. Next thing, I’m standing up stroking his dick, and I slid my glow stick into his ass. Started with the tip. The moan he let out sent chills through me. Feeling his body relax like that—it turned me all the way on. I literally felt my juices run down my leg. And then your Jeepers Creepers ass came lurking in.” Daisha laughed.

“Wow. My mouth is on the floor. I came in here to check on you! You're my friend, my plus-one. You were drunk, I had to make sure you were good,” Tiffany argued.

“Girl, I was more than good,” Daisha assured her.

Laughter filled the room again.

“So you just walk around with dildos, straps, and lube in your purse?” Tiffany teased.

“Hell nah! You know I had my passion party before this. Those were the toys that didn’t sell. During one of the games, Siera said what her fantasy was. I thought it was only right to help her fulfill it,” Daisha explained.

“And I’m glad you did! It was everything Twitter porn said it was,” Siera confirmed.

More laughter.

“Chilleee, Destini’s slumber party don’t owe us shit!” Tiffany said.

Until I Spill Again,

Victoria Bleu