Vacation
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FemSteph's Vacation free porn video
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Most people who try to stream as a career fail for a number of reasons but consistency and persistence, especially in the face of failure, is key.
Luckily for Stephanie, aka FemSteph, she had a consistent audience of viewers. She also had a great support system with her boyfriend and friends. However, it was still a grind and took it's toll. She'd been streaming for almost two months straight with little time off but one of her best friends, Cheney, was putting on a performance in LA for the weekend and invited Steph to come.
It was short notice Steph said 'fuck it' and hopped a flight. She managed to get another streamer friend Ava to come along. They split the airfare and landed in LA a couple hours later than expected. The delay was rough but at least she had good company on the flight to help pass it by.
After they got their room and unloaded their stuff both girls went down to the hotel bar to relax and wait for Cheney to meet up with them.
Steph sipped on her drink, watching Ava chat up a couple men on the other end of the bar. She had to admit that she was a little jealous. Ava would approach anyone and say anything that was on her mind. She didn't care what others thought about her. Steph watched her friend laughing and touching the young men's arms flirtatiously.
A text message from Cheney lit up Steph's phone.
[Ten minutes away boo, see ya soon.]
The bartender approached, "Another? You sure you don't want anything stronger?" he asked, placing a small cocktail in front of her.
Steph shook her head, "Someone has to keep a level head and keep her out of trouble," she said, nodding towards Ava.
As if on cue Ava fell over in front of the two guys she was talking to. Steph shook her head, laughing. Finally, Ava picked herself up and stumbled over to Steph.
"You're a mess," Steph said, helping her into the seat.
Once she finished her giggles Ava put her head on the bartop, "I'm gonna be sick."
Steph ordered a water for her. Cheney arrived a few minutes later, exchanging hugs with Steph. Once Ava was well enough not to puke everywhere Steph and Cheney helped her to her feet.
"Bitch, you go ahead and finish your drink," Cheney said, taking Ava.
Steph started to wave her off but Cheney wouldn't have it, "I'll tuck her in, then I'll come back down for us to get our drink on. Yeah?"
Cheney waved the bartender over, telling him the drink she wanted and then helped Ava as they disappeared.
"If she's not back in ten minutes that drink is mine," Steph said, the bartender giving an "agreed" with a smile and walking off.
Steph sat back down at the bar and sipped on her drink for a few minutes as she watched the tv over the bar. She was a little buzzed but nothing too bad. It felt good.
"You must be the beautiful sister."
Steph turned to see the two young men who Ava were flirting with a few minutes ago.
She rolled her eyes, muttered, "Nice one," then turned back to her drink.
"Let us buy you another round," one of the guys said, taking a seat to her left.
"Excuse me," she eyed him, "I didn't say you could seat there."
"I need permission to sit beside a beautiful woman at a bar?" he said.
"Oh Lord," Steph said laughing, turning back to the bar.
The other young man took a seat on her right, "Forgive my friend here, he's thirsty and just needs a drink."
"Yeah, I got that," Steph said, taking another sip of her drink.
"Let me buy you another as an apology," he said, "No more thirst, promise. Just three people chatting at a bar and having fun."
Steph looked at him again. He was definitely in his twenties, young twenties by the looks of it. However, he didn't have the drunken frat boy look that his friend did. She thought about saying no but she felt real good at the moment and her drink had ran out. She nodded in consent, "Sure, whatever."
The guy got the attention of the bartender who poured her another round. "So, how you enjoying Vegas? he asked.
"Just got here today," she said taking a sip of her fresh drink.
"So, what, a bachorette party?" the guy on her left asked. She had almost forgotten he was there.
Steph snorted, "Hardly, a friend of ours has a show. Came out to support her and just have a fun vacation with the girls."
As if on cue Cheney sat down in the seat beside her, directly in front of the drunken frat boy, "making new friends?" she asked, giving Steph a devlish grin while taking her drink and downing it in one gulp.
"Now, here's a girl that knows how to party!" the frat boy exclaimed, eyeing Cheney up and down.
Cheney gave him a glance over her shoulder, "Buy me and the birthday girl another drink and maybe I'll let you continue to stare at me."
Steph rolled her eyes at her friend, "It not my birthday."
"I won't be able to celebrate it in two weeks so I declare today your birthday!" Cheney said.
"Birthday girl eh?" the guy asked Steph. He had a really nice smile, "Shouldn't you wait, until you're twenty one to drink?"
Steph gave him a sideways glance, sipping on her straw, "Smooth... I thought you said no more thirsting?"
He chuckled, looking away. [Was that a blush?] She smiled, feeling good at catching him off guard.
He recovered and offered his hand, "I'm Jason, the buffoon you just destroyed."
She laughed and accepted his hand, "Stephanie, and I accept your defeat."
"I hope you and your friends have a great time in Vegas," he said getting up, "Don't do anything I wouldn't," he winked, then took his friend by the arm and practically dragged him away.
Steph watched him retreat, feeling amused but also... a little disappointed seeing him go.
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Steph moaned, the cock sliding into her. He turned her neck to the side to kiss it, his body to hers as close as one can get to another.
"Yessss..." she groaned, his thrusts getting harder and each one hitting just the right spot.
He nodded, his pace getting faster. Steph nodded as he pulled back letting her up. She fell to her knees waiting for his load. It was warm, her body soaked. She moaned...
And woke up in the hottub. The tub was still heating, small spittles spraying into her face every now and then. Steph slid away from the side of the tub to the center, blowing out a puff of air in frustration.
Ava and Cheney had gone out shopping. Steph was suppose to join them in an hour or so for lunch but decided to dip in the tub for a bit first. It was almost time to get out but she was so damn horny now after the dream.
Steph eyed the door, suddenly aware of how quiet it was in the room. She bit her lip trying to decide if it was worth it getting out of the tub. A few seconds later she stood up, water dripping from her bare body. She'd have to explain the water marks all over the floor later but she wasn't thinking about it. The need was stronger. Steph pulled out the luggage and found what she wanted, a long black dildo.
A few seconds later her body was once again beneath the surface of the warm water. Steph grabbed her favorite toy, and brought it into the water with her. She spread her legs and moaned as she rubbed the toy along her pussy. Unable to take much teasing Steph slid it into herself and groaned, eyes closed. She began fucking herself with it hard, not even caring about the water splashing onto the floor of the room.
The dream was still in her mind and she focused on it. The feeling of the cock inside her, the way she hit the right spot with the toy. The last thing she imagined in her head when she came was the face of Jason from the previous night above her.
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The club was hopping. The lights were flashing overhead, giving Steph a momentary view of the people grinding on the dance floor next to her. Ava and Cheney were dancing back to back. Steph slid up next to them and bumped her hips into Cheney. Her friend gave her one back then turned around to face Ava, and stuck her ass out. Steph grabbed Cheney's hips and gave her a couple of thrusts, laughing when she felt Ava put her hands over her tits from behind.
It was all silly. Just girlfriends having fun. Well, it was just for fun with her and Ava. Cheney, she knew would fuck the shit out of anything that walked. Steph was attracted to girls from time to time but never enough to pursue anything. She loved driving stick too much for that. Still, it was fun to play around.
She was in the middle of them both. Steph raised her arms, letting the rythym of her body take over from the beats and sounds of the club. She could feel them around her and took hold of Cheney's hands above their heads as they grinded on the dance floor. Steph hadn't done anything like this in years.
A random girl next to her began to dance with them as well. Soon there were five of them together, up against each other locking hands above their heads as they grinded. Soon they were the center of attention, a group of people surrounding them. Almost entirely men. Steph got so lost in the moment.
Cheney turned around and started grinding up on her. Their hands were still locked together and Cheney guided Steph's hands to her waist. Her face was inches away from her friends now, both of them moving in perfect unison. Cheney made the first move, giving Steph's lips a teasing kiss with her own. It was just a taste but Steph returned it. Their chaste kiss lingered. Then, tongues were exchanged. She felt Ava's hands on her bare waist, her body up against Steph's from behind.
Cheney pulled back from the kiss, teasing Steph and giving her a wink. Within seconds Cheney was grinding up on the person behind her. Steph turned her attention to Ava, spinning around and with no hesitation began grinding on her friend while laughing. Ava pressed herself up against Steph, and grabbed that tight ass with both hands.
This close together the smirk on Ava's face was evident, Steph reached up and groped her friends' massive tits. They were swaying together, teasing and playing with each other's bodies when Steph felt Cheney press up against her from behind. This pushed her closer to Ava but she didn't mind.
Steph felt Cheney's hands roam down the side of her dress.
[Is she...] the thought was cut off with a gasp, Cheney's hands going lower and between her legs. Cheney was playing with her, pushing the limits. [You dirty little slut,] Steph thought, then gasped mouth wide in surprise when Cheney's fingers slid under the dress and directly over the black lace panties Steph had on.
[You wanna play let's play bitch] Steph wiggled her hips back and forth, spreading her legs a bit to give Cheney a better angle. She bit her lip, cursing under her breath when she felt the fiction more. Ava now had her attention on someone else, dancing with the new guy beside her so Steph had no one to lean against when her knees felt weak.
Cheney's fingers slid along the lace, inches from her pussy. Steph gasped when the lace was pulled to the side, her pussy lips being played with. One of Cheney's hand gripped her waist slightly, just enough to steady her as the other played with her. Steph leaned back and reached behind her. The back of Cheney's head felt ... different but a couple fingers slid between her lips and into her pussy before she could form another thought.
Steph swore out loud but no one heard it cause the music drowned it out. She felt Cheney's breath on her neck, saying something in her ear but even if she could've heard it her clit being rubbed while being fingered on the dance floor was all she focused on. She couldn't believe this was happening, more over, part of her couldn't believe she was going along with it. She reached down, taking hold of the hand that was fingering her and forcing it to go faster. A few seconds later she almost came, nearly falling forward if not for the hand on her side.
She was breathing hard, her chest hot and flushed. Steph tugged the hand between her hands towards her mouth. She was still aroused so it didn't register that the hand belonged to a man until she had his fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on him.
Jason smiled at her. Steph pulled his finger out of her mouth. She couldn't see Ava or Cheney anywhere around her. She jumped a little when he ran his other hand along her leg, towards her inner thigh. It was almost delicate, barely touching her skin, as if he was asking for permission.
Her heart was beating so fast. [It's just a dance] she told herself, her hand now over his as he ran it between her thighs. Steph closed her eyes and bit her lip as his fingers began playing with her pussy lips again. When she opened her eyes any thought of what she was doing left her. She turned her back to him and began grinding up against him slowly.
He put both hands on her hips and Steph shifted herself against him, her ass rubbing up against his crotch. When he put a hand around the side of her neck and pulled her head back against him she felt a jolt go down her spine.
"Let's take this somewhere private," he whispered in her ear, his right hand still around her neck. His left hand was still on her hip and he used the leverage to hold her while pressing himself harder into her backside.
He was so hard against her. Steph let out a groan, trying to fight the instinct of what her body was telling her. A dance was one thing but that would be...
"I want to make your toes curl."
She whimpered, then yelped when he lifted her up and began carrying her over his shoulder off the dance floor. They passed people making out, some heavy enough it was turning into more. The main lights dimmed as they entered a more secluded area. A guy was slouched in a chair near the door, a girl blowing him. There were others in the room, a couple of groups near the back wall on the left and another one on her right. The music was still thumping but in the distance now.
They walked a bit deeper into the lounge and then Steph was tossed onto a couch. It was a long couch, stretching out along the wall and she wasn't the only one on it. Next to her was Cheney, legs spread with someone's head between her thighs.
Cheney gave Steph a smirk, biting her lip as the man went down on her. She was topless and stripped bare except for a black belt around her neck as if it were a leash. Steph watched her friend slide her leg up the couch, one hand on the back of the guy's head as she squirmed.
Steph had seen her friend do things in public, even push the limits to a degree but nothing like this. She was so mezmerized by it that it wasn't until Jason knelt down in front of her that she realized what led her to this moment.
His hand slid along her calf, up her leg between her thighs. Steph's heart pounded in her chest. Beside her, Cheney let out a moan, then a whimper. [I'm not doing anything wrong, I'll just...] she reasoned with herself while letting him slide her lace panties down her legs. He tossed them to the ground as she lifted her skirt up to give him a clear view between her legs.
Jason put his hands under both of her thighs and gave a hard tug, pulling her towards him more. Her heart was beating so fast. She bit her lip watching his head disappear beneath her skirt, tossing her head back against the cushion when his mouth touched her skin for the first time.
Steph let out a small sound as his mouth came into contact with her pussy lips, his tongue causing her to whimper as it ran up them and over her clit. She cursed, digging her nails into the couch cushion beside her. Within seconds she had a hand on the back of his head, making sure he couldn't move away even if he wanted to.
The moans from beside her, the way Jason was using his tongue, whatever semblance of rational Steph had minutes ago was slipping away fast. One of the dress straps hung from her shoulder. She pulled it up but after a couple times let it hang, "Fuuuuck," she cursed, forcing his face between her thighs as hard as she could.
Steph groaned, and closed her eyes. Her head hit the back of the couch as she slowly grinded on Jason's mouth. She was so close and so fucking horny she didn't even register her shoulder straps being pulled down and then the top of her dress. Her black, lace bra was exposed. Steph didn't seem to care, even reaching up and cupping her right breast through her top just as Jason hit the right spot.
Her legs slid up the couch. She was so close. When he flicked her clit she whimpered, opened her eyes and gave him a stare. She cupped her left tit while biting her lip.
For the first time she noticed that Cheney was no longer on the couch beside her. She also noticed a man standing at the end of the couch a few feet away. It was the guy who was with Jason at the bar the previous day. He had his cock out of his pants, jerking it slowly while watching her being ate out.
His cock was thick and hard as he stroked it. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, mouth hanging open as Jason hit the right spot. She was so fucking wet watching the Jason's friend stroke while Jason's tongue lapped and devoured her pussy. A sudden need over came her. She shifted herself on the couch, a defeated moan escaping as she made her decision, pushing Jason's head away from between her legs.
Steph slid off the couch, and onto her knees while Jason got to his feet. Her dress hung down both shoulders but she didn't acknowledge it, instead her attention was Jason in front of her. She stared up at him, her hand running up his leg and over his crotch. He watched as she unzipped him and pulled free his already hard cock. Steph wasted no time, wrapping her lips around him.
She moaned with her mouth full. Jason put his hand on the back of her head. He thrusted his hips slowly at first, then harder. Steph leaned up on her knees closer to him, taking him further down her throat. When she finally tried to pull back he gripped the back of her head with both hands, holding her in place. Steph made a choking sound but instead of fighting it she gripped him with both hands for leverage and her mouth went as far as she could go onto his crotch.
Jason's knees buckled, "Fuck," he muttered, pulling back and releasing her to regain his balance, "You naughty little..."
She had her right hand around his cock immediately, "Naughty little what?" she asked innocently, sucking on the head of his cock, staring up at him as she did so.
Someone stepped up beside them on her left. Steph let the head of Jason's cock pop out of her mouth, then turned her head to the side to stare at the new guy while holding Jason's cock up against her lips. It was Jason's friend who had watched her be ate out while stroking himself earlier. Steph ran her tongue up the side of Jason's cock, keeping her gaze on Jason's friend the entire time.
This seemed to set the friend off. He stepped up almost on top of Steph and let his cock hang inches from her face. She gave him a dirty look but turned her attention to Jason's cock and took him back between her lips, ignoring the friend. Jason groaned above her, running his hand through her hair. Just as she was getting into it though he yanked her mouth off of him, holding her head by a fistful of hair. Steph stared up at him, mouth hanging open as he turned her head until she was facing his friend.
Steph whimpered, understanding what Jason wanted. She looked up at the friend standing over her. The bastard had a smug look on his face.
She was so fucking horny though it didn't matter how disgusted the guy standing in front of her made her feel. Steph reached out with her right hand and wrapped it around him. When she stroked him slowly he let out a groan and she gave him a dirty look.
Steph's breath hitched a little when she felt Jason's hand go down her backside. She raised her ass slightly off the ground and let out a soft sound as he slid her dress up, exposing her ass to a cool breeze. When he slid a finger into her ass hole her mouth immediately wrapped around the cock in front of her.
She was so wet, so in need that a deep whorish moan came from her as she worked over the cock with both hands and her mouth. Jason gave her ass a hard smack but it only urged her only more as she slurped and sucked the asshole's cock standing over her.
The guy standing over her took hold of her head and held her in place, thrusting into her mouth brutally until she was choking. Saliva hung down from Steph's mouth as she tried to breath. When he finally let her pull back she took a gasp of air, the front of her dress now soaked with the saliva and pre-cum that had spilled out of her mouth.
Steph saw Jason move to the couch and sit. He had his cock out and was jerking slowly as he watched her. The asshole above her didn't seem to like her attention away from him as he stepped closer and directly over her. His glare wasn't a request, his cock inches from her face. Steph returned his glare with one of her own but reached up and took him down her throat again, working him over.
The guy was making sounds that told her he was close. Steph sucked on him all the way down and back off, keeping only the head of his cock in her mouth as she stared up at him. The guy grunted and she flinched as the first rope shot, dribbled out of her mouth. She recovered quickly though, wrapping her lips full around him as rope after rope shot down her throat.
It was the first cock she had other than her boyfriends in years. Steph swallowed it all, cleaning his cock until he finally pulled away. She was pulled to her feet seconds later. Hands pulled at her dress and she managed to raise her hands just as it was pulled up and off, leaving her dressed in only her lace bra. Jason was still on the couch. She reached behind her, watching him stroke as she unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor.
Someone groped her now exposed fake tits and mumbled something but she was too focused on Jason to care. She walked up to the couch, directly in front of him and climbed up on him, straddling his lap. In one motion she lifted herself up, took hold of his cock and sank herself back down on him with a groan. Steph leaned foward, both hands on the back of the couch and began to ride him. Within seconds her fake tits were bouncing, Jason's hands reaching up to grope and maul them.
Steph rode him so hard that he fell out of her, resulting in a desperate sound from her as she hungryly took hold of his cock and sank back down on him. It wasn't long until she hit her release and rode it out with a whorish moan. She stayed on his lap, slowly grinding his cock as she bit her bottom lip while staring down at him.
That was when she got a surprise, feeling someone climb almost onto her back and shove her forward. She looked over her shoulder at the guy on her. She'd never seen him before. Steph felt his cock strain against her lower back, slide down until it was poking her ass cheeks.
"Ever had a cock in that ass," he asked, yanking her head to the side so that she was staring up at him.
"Only when I ask for it," she groaned.
"I'm not asking," he said, Steph cried out when he shoved himself forward, his cockhead spreading her asshole open. A few seconds later her asshole opened up taking him fully, Steph's eyes wide, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he bottomed out with a groan.
She still had Jason's cock in her pussy so when the head of the new guy's cock finally sank into her asshole Steph was at their mercy. Every thrust sent her forward and in turn gave Jason the position to grip her hips and pound her pussy as well.
Steph let out a whorish moan, soon matching both of their thrusts in unison.
"That's right, ride those cocks bitch," someone called out.
A flash of light came from somewhere to her left but she was too lost to care. The need between her legs mattered more as both men were stretching her out more than she had ever been before.
Someone slapped her tits at the same time that the guy behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, "Tell me how much you like having that ass fucked bitch."
She whimpered out something unintelligentable. Her reward was him to fuck her harder, then pull out all the way until only the head of his cock was in her, "Beg for it slut," he growled.
"Pleeeease," she managed to moan, "give me itttttt."
"Fucking whore, you're just a hole for me," he said, releasing her hair and giving her head a shove as he bottomed back out into her ass.
She came hard but that didn't stop both men from abusing her holes. In fact, it only urged them on to see her vunerability. After a bit, the guy behind her let out a grunt and came. The only reason Steph knew this was because she felt part of his thick, warm load slide out of her asshole when he did.
Steph whimpered when he pulled out, staring down at Jason she leaned down and gave him a hungry kiss. Tongue lashing with the man's she had met only days before as she continued to grind on his lap, his cock still inside her pussy.
She broke the kiss, leaned down and began sucking on his ear. She whispered, "You like my tight little pussy?" raising herself up until his cock was barely in her before slamming herself back down.
Steph tossed her head back, balancing her hands on his knees and began to ride him hard. Someone standing behind her mauled her fake tits while she grinded slowly on him.
When Jason's breathing changed she could tell he was close. She lifted herself up and off his cock just as he grunted. Steph stayed like that, moaning as he shot ropes of warm cum on her pussy and between her thighs.
Someone behind her was playing with her nipples, groping her tits the entire time. Steph scooped up the warm cum on her thighs, giving Jason a look as she sucked his cum off her fingers.
"Looks like you have a big mess to clean up," Jason said, watching her finish sucking the cum off her fingers before sliding off his lap to her knees to clean his cock with her mouth.
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Steph opened her eyes and quickly shut them. The light was only for a second but it made her shove her face into the pillow. She heard the sound of a toilet flushing and then footsteps. The light vanished, blinds closing more than halfway.
Someone climbed onto the bed, "Brennon," she mumbled, barely lifting her face enough to have a cheek on the pillow. She heard another voice from the bathroom but the sheets were pulled off of her at the same exact moment. A second later his face slid between her ass cheeks. Steph groaned into the pillow when his tongue ran up her pussy lips, all the way to her asshole before eating her out.
"Fuuuuuc..." she groaned, then whimpered when he pulled back and climbed onto her back. [Wait, that's not...] she had a moment of clarity hit her, realizing that she wasn't in her own bed just as his cock slid along side her pussy lips. He didn't miss the second time though, pulling back and immediately sinking full into her.
Steph let out a gasp, reaching out and gripping the bed sheets as he began to fuck her. When he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back towards him her mouth hung open, shock and surprise clear on her face.
"God damn, you're a tight bitch aren't you," he growled pulling his cock halfway out of her just so that he could thrust back in fully. He took short, hard thrusts each time. Steph had never heard his voice before and yet she couldn't help the sound that came out of her mouth as he pumped her, "Fuck," the guy grunted. He took further grip of her head, fingers shoved into the side of her mouth as he repositioned himself and continued to thrust into her.
He was so big that Steph couldn't do anything other than take it. The only sound in the room was his flesh pounding hers and both of their groans. After a couple of minutes he finally grunted, shoving himself fully inside her and forcing her forward. Steph lost control of her own body at the same moment, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came.
The guy cursed, sliding out and back into her slowly a few times, "That's right, ride it out bitch," he said, putting a thumb in her asshole. He was rewarded with a moan from Steph and smacked her bare ass. After giving her a few more slow thrusts he pulled out, releasing her hair. Steph's face fell into the pillow as he climbed off of her. The bed was wet, whether from his cum or her own she wasn't sure.
She heard footsteps retreat and bathroom door shut. The room went quiet except for her own heavy breathing. Steph reached down and felt her cum soaked pussy, letting out a moan as the shower turned on in the bathroom.
Most people who try to stream as a career fail for a number of reasons but consistency and persistence, especially in the face of failure, is key.
Luckily for Stephanie, aka FemSteph, she had a consistent audience of viewers. She also had a great support system with her boyfriend and friends. However, it was still a grind and took it's toll. She'd been streaming for almost two months straight with little time off but one of her best friends, Cheney, was putting on a performance in LA for the weekend and invited Steph to come.
It was short notice Steph said 'fuck it' and hopped a flight. She managed to get another streamer friend Ava to come along. They split the airfare and landed in LA a couple hours later than expected. The delay was rough but at least she had good company on the flight to help pass it by.
After they got their room and unloaded their stuff both girls went down to the hotel bar to relax and wait for Cheney to meet up with them.
Steph sipped on her drink, watching Ava chat up a couple men on the other end of the bar. She had to admit that she was a little jealous. Ava would approach anyone and say anything that was on her mind. She didn't care what others thought about her. Steph watched her friend laughing and touching the young men's arms flirtatiously.
A text message from Cheney lit up Steph's phone.
[Ten minutes away boo, see ya soon.]
The bartender approached, "Another? You sure you don't want anything stronger?" he asked, placing a small cocktail in front of her.
Steph shook her head, "Someone has to keep a level head and keep her out of trouble," she said, nodding towards Ava.
As if on cue Ava fell over in front of the two guys she was talking to. Steph shook her head, laughing. Finally, Ava picked herself up and stumbled over to Steph.
"You're a mess," Steph said, helping her into the seat.
Once she finished her giggles Ava put her head on the bartop, "I'm gonna be sick."
Steph ordered a water for her. Cheney arrived a few minutes later, exchanging hugs with Steph. Once Ava was well enough not to puke everywhere Steph and Cheney helped her to her feet.
"Bitch, you go ahead and finish your drink," Cheney said, taking Ava.
Steph started to wave her off but Cheney wouldn't have it, "I'll tuck her in, then I'll come back down for us to get our drink on. Yeah?"
Cheney waved the bartender over, telling him the drink she wanted and then helped Ava as they disappeared.
"If she's not back in ten minutes that drink is mine," Steph said, the bartender giving an "agreed" with a smile and walking off.
Steph sat back down at the bar and sipped on her drink for a few minutes as she watched the tv over the bar. She was a little buzzed but nothing too bad. It felt good.
"You must be the beautiful sister."
Steph turned to see the two young men who Ava were flirting with a few minutes ago.
She rolled her eyes, muttered, "Nice one," then turned back to her drink.
"Let us buy you another round," one of the guys said, taking a seat to her left.
"Excuse me," she eyed him, "I didn't say you could seat there."
"I need permission to sit beside a beautiful woman at a bar?" he said.
"Oh Lord," Steph said laughing, turning back to the bar.
The other young man took a seat on her right, "Forgive my friend here, he's thirsty and just needs a drink."
"Yeah, I got that," Steph said, taking another sip of her drink.
"Let me buy you another as an apology," he said, "No more thirst, promise. Just three people chatting at a bar and having fun."
Steph looked at him again. He was definitely in his twenties, young twenties by the looks of it. However, he didn't have the drunken frat boy look that his friend did. She thought about saying no but she felt real good at the moment and her drink had ran out. She nodded in consent, "Sure, whatever."
The guy got the attention of the bartender who poured her another round. "So, how you enjoying Vegas? he asked.
"Just got here today," she said taking a sip of her fresh drink.
"So, what, a bachorette party?" the guy on her left asked. She had almost forgotten he was there.
Steph snorted, "Hardly, a friend of ours has a show. Came out to support her and just have a fun vacation with the girls."
As if on cue Cheney sat down in the seat beside her, directly in front of the drunken frat boy, "making new friends?" she asked, giving Steph a devlish grin while taking her drink and downing it in one gulp.
"Now, here's a girl that knows how to party!" the frat boy exclaimed, eyeing Cheney up and down.
Cheney gave him a glance over her shoulder, "Buy me and the birthday girl another drink and maybe I'll let you continue to stare at me."
Steph rolled her eyes at her friend, "It not my birthday."
"I won't be able to celebrate it in two weeks so I declare today your birthday!" Cheney said.
"Birthday girl eh?" the guy asked Steph. He had a really nice smile, "Shouldn't you wait, until you're twenty one to drink?"
Steph gave him a sideways glance, sipping on her straw, "Smooth... I thought you said no more thirsting?"
He chuckled, looking away. [Was that a blush?] She smiled, feeling good at catching him off guard.
He recovered and offered his hand, "I'm Jason, the buffoon you just destroyed."
She laughed and accepted his hand, "Stephanie, and I accept your defeat."
"I hope you and your friends have a great time in Vegas," he said getting up, "Don't do anything I wouldn't," he winked, then took his friend by the arm and practically dragged him away.
Steph watched him retreat, feeling amused but also... a little disappointed seeing him go.
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Steph moaned, the cock sliding into her. He turned her neck to the side to kiss it, his body to hers as close as one can get to another.
"Yessss..." she groaned, his thrusts getting harder and each one hitting just the right spot.
He nodded, his pace getting faster. Steph nodded as he pulled back letting her up. She fell to her knees waiting for his load. It was warm, her body soaked. She moaned...
And woke up in the hottub. The tub was still heating, small spittles spraying into her face every now and then. Steph slid away from the side of the tub to the center, blowing out a puff of air in frustration.
Ava and Cheney had gone out shopping. Steph was suppose to join them in an hour or so for lunch but decided to dip in the tub for a bit first. It was almost time to get out but she was so damn horny now after the dream.
Steph eyed the door, suddenly aware of how quiet it was in the room. She bit her lip trying to decide if it was worth it getting out of the tub. A few seconds later she stood up, water dripping from her bare body. She'd have to explain the water marks all over the floor later but she wasn't thinking about it. The need was stronger. Steph pulled out the luggage and found what she wanted, a long black dildo.
A few seconds later her body was once again beneath the surface of the warm water. Steph grabbed her favorite toy, and brought it into the water with her. She spread her legs and moaned as she rubbed the toy along her pussy. Unable to take much teasing Steph slid it into herself and groaned, eyes closed. She began fucking herself with it hard, not even caring about the water splashing onto the floor of the room.
The dream was still in her mind and she focused on it. The feeling of the cock inside her, the way she hit the right spot with the toy. The last thing she imagined in her head when she came was the face of Jason from the previous night above her.
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The club was hopping. The lights were flashing overhead, giving Steph a momentary view of the people grinding on the dance floor next to her. Ava and Cheney were dancing back to back. Steph slid up next to them and bumped her hips into Cheney. Her friend gave her one back then turned around to face Ava, and stuck her ass out. Steph grabbed Cheney's hips and gave her a couple of thrusts, laughing when she felt Ava put her hands over her tits from behind.
It was all silly. Just girlfriends having fun. Well, it was just for fun with her and Ava. Cheney, she knew would fuck the shit out of anything that walked. Steph was attracted to girls from time to time but never enough to pursue anything. She loved driving stick too much for that. Still, it was fun to play around.
She was in the middle of them both. Steph raised her arms, letting the rythym of her body take over from the beats and sounds of the club. She could feel them around her and took hold of Cheney's hands above their heads as they grinded on the dance floor. Steph hadn't done anything like this in years.
A random girl next to her began to dance with them as well. Soon there were five of them together, up against each other locking hands above their heads as they grinded. Soon they were the center of attention, a group of people surrounding them. Almost entirely men. Steph got so lost in the moment.
Cheney turned around and started grinding up on her. Their hands were still locked together and Cheney guided Steph's hands to her waist. Her face was inches away from her friends now, both of them moving in perfect unison. Cheney made the first move, giving Steph's lips a teasing kiss with her own. It was just a taste but Steph returned it. Their chaste kiss lingered. Then, tongues were exchanged. She felt Ava's hands on her bare waist, her body up against Steph's from behind.
Cheney pulled back from the kiss, teasing Steph and giving her a wink. Within seconds Cheney was grinding up on the person behind her. Steph turned her attention to Ava, spinning around and with no hesitation began grinding on her friend while laughing. Ava pressed herself up against Steph, and grabbed that tight ass with both hands.
This close together the smirk on Ava's face was evident, Steph reached up and groped her friends' massive tits. They were swaying together, teasing and playing with each other's bodies when Steph felt Cheney press up against her from behind. This pushed her closer to Ava but she didn't mind.
Steph felt Cheney's hands roam down the side of her dress.
[Is she...] the thought was cut off with a gasp, Cheney's hands going lower and between her legs. Cheney was playing with her, pushing the limits. [You dirty little slut,] Steph thought, then gasped mouth wide in surprise when Cheney's fingers slid under the dress and directly over the black lace panties Steph had on.
[You wanna play let's play bitch] Steph wiggled her hips back and forth, spreading her legs a bit to give Cheney a better angle. She bit her lip, cursing under her breath when she felt the fiction more. Ava now had her attention on someone else, dancing with the new guy beside her so Steph had no one to lean against when her knees felt weak.
Cheney's fingers slid along the lace, inches from her pussy. Steph gasped when the lace was pulled to the side, her pussy lips being played with. One of Cheney's hand gripped her waist slightly, just enough to steady her as the other played with her. Steph leaned back and reached behind her. The back of Cheney's head felt ... different but a couple fingers slid between her lips and into her pussy before she could form another thought.
Steph swore out loud but no one heard it cause the music drowned it out. She felt Cheney's breath on her neck, saying something in her ear but even if she could've heard it her clit being rubbed while being fingered on the dance floor was all she focused on. She couldn't believe this was happening, more over, part of her couldn't believe she was going along with it. She reached down, taking hold of the hand that was fingering her and forcing it to go faster. A few seconds later she almost came, nearly falling forward if not for the hand on her side.
She was breathing hard, her chest hot and flushed. Steph tugged the hand between her hands towards her mouth. She was still aroused so it didn't register that the hand belonged to a man until she had his fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on him.
Jason smiled at her. Steph pulled his finger out of her mouth. She couldn't see Ava or Cheney anywhere around her. She jumped a little when he ran his other hand along her leg, towards her inner thigh. It was almost delicate, barely touching her skin, as if he was asking for permission.
Her heart was beating so fast. [It's just a dance] she told herself, her hand now over his as he ran it between her thighs. Steph closed her eyes and bit her lip as his fingers began playing with her pussy lips again. When she opened her eyes any thought of what she was doing left her. She turned her back to him and began grinding up against him slowly.
He put both hands on her hips and Steph shifted herself against him, her ass rubbing up against his crotch. When he put a hand around the side of her neck and pulled her head back against him she felt a jolt go down her spine.
"Let's take this somewhere private," he whispered in her ear, his right hand still around her neck. His left hand was still on her hip and he used the leverage to hold her while pressing himself harder into her backside.
He was so hard against her. Steph let out a groan, trying to fight the instinct of what her body was telling her. A dance was one thing but that would be...
"I want to make your toes curl."
She whimpered, then yelped when he lifted her up and began carrying her over his shoulder off the dance floor. They passed people making out, some heavy enough it was turning into more. The main lights dimmed as they entered a more secluded area. A guy was slouched in a chair near the door, a girl blowing him. There were others in the room, a couple of groups near the back wall on the left and another one on her right. The music was still thumping but in the distance now.
They walked a bit deeper into the lounge and then Steph was tossed onto a couch. It was a long couch, stretching out along the wall and she wasn't the only one on it. Next to her was Cheney, legs spread with someone's head between her thighs.
Cheney gave Steph a smirk, biting her lip as the man went down on her. She was topless and stripped bare except for a black belt around her neck as if it were a leash. Steph watched her friend slide her leg up the couch, one hand on the back of the guy's head as she squirmed.
Steph had seen her friend do things in public, even push the limits to a degree but nothing like this. She was so mezmerized by it that it wasn't until Jason knelt down in front of her that she realized what led her to this moment.
His hand slid along her calf, up her leg between her thighs. Steph's heart pounded in her chest. Beside her, Cheney let out a moan, then a whimper. [I'm not doing anything wrong, I'll just...] she reasoned with herself while letting him slide her lace panties down her legs. He tossed them to the ground as she lifted her skirt up to give him a clear view between her legs.
Jason put his hands under both of her thighs and gave a hard tug, pulling her towards him more. Her heart was beating so fast. She bit her lip watching his head disappear beneath her skirt, tossing her head back against the cushion when his mouth touched her skin for the first time.
Steph let out a small sound as his mouth came into contact with her pussy lips, his tongue causing her to whimper as it ran up them and over her clit. She cursed, digging her nails into the couch cushion beside her. Within seconds she had a hand on the back of his head, making sure he couldn't move away even if he wanted to.
The moans from beside her, the way Jason was using his tongue, whatever semblance of rational Steph had minutes ago was slipping away fast. One of the dress straps hung from her shoulder. She pulled it up but after a couple times let it hang, "Fuuuuck," she cursed, forcing his face between her thighs as hard as she could.
Steph groaned, and closed her eyes. Her head hit the back of the couch as she slowly grinded on Jason's mouth. She was so close and so fucking horny she didn't even register her shoulder straps being pulled down and then the top of her dress. Her black, lace bra was exposed. Steph didn't seem to care, even reaching up and cupping her right breast through her top just as Jason hit the right spot.
Her legs slid up the couch. She was so close. When he flicked her clit she whimpered, opened her eyes and gave him a stare. She cupped her left tit while biting her lip.
For the first time she noticed that Cheney was no longer on the couch beside her. She also noticed a man standing at the end of the couch a few feet away. It was the guy who was with Jason at the bar the previous day. He had his cock out of his pants, jerking it slowly while watching her being ate out.
His cock was thick and hard as he stroked it. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, mouth hanging open as Jason hit the right spot. She was so fucking wet watching the Jason's friend stroke while Jason's tongue lapped and devoured her pussy. A sudden need over came her. She shifted herself on the couch, a defeated moan escaping as she made her decision, pushing Jason's head away from between her legs.
Steph slid off the couch, and onto her knees while Jason got to his feet. Her dress hung down both shoulders but she didn't acknowledge it, instead her attention was Jason in front of her. She stared up at him, her hand running up his leg and over his crotch. He watched as she unzipped him and pulled free his already hard cock. Steph wasted no time, wrapping her lips around him.
She moaned with her mouth full. Jason put his hand on the back of her head. He thrusted his hips slowly at first, then harder. Steph leaned up on her knees closer to him, taking him further down her throat. When she finally tried to pull back he gripped the back of her head with both hands, holding her in place. Steph made a choking sound but instead of fighting it she gripped him with both hands for leverage and her mouth went as far as she could go onto his crotch.
Jason's knees buckled, "Fuck," he muttered, pulling back and releasing her to regain his balance, "You naughty little..."
She had her right hand around his cock immediately, "Naughty little what?" she asked innocently, sucking on the head of his cock, staring up at him as she did so.
Someone stepped up beside them on her left. Steph let the head of Jason's cock pop out of her mouth, then turned her head to the side to stare at the new guy while holding Jason's cock up against her lips. It was Jason's friend who had watched her be ate out while stroking himself earlier. Steph ran her tongue up the side of Jason's cock, keeping her gaze on Jason's friend the entire time.
This seemed to set the friend off. He stepped up almost on top of Steph and let his cock hang inches from her face. She gave him a dirty look but turned her attention to Jason's cock and took him back between her lips, ignoring the friend. Jason groaned above her, running his hand through her hair. Just as she was getting into it though he yanked her mouth off of him, holding her head by a fistful of hair. Steph stared up at him, mouth hanging open as he turned her head until she was facing his friend.
Steph whimpered, understanding what Jason wanted. She looked up at the friend standing over her. The bastard had a smug look on his face.
She was so fucking horny though it didn't matter how disgusted the guy standing in front of her made her feel. Steph reached out with her right hand and wrapped it around him. When she stroked him slowly he let out a groan and she gave him a dirty look.
Steph's breath hitched a little when she felt Jason's hand go down her backside. She raised her ass slightly off the ground and let out a soft sound as he slid her dress up, exposing her ass to a cool breeze. When he slid a finger into her ass hole her mouth immediately wrapped around the cock in front of her.
She was so wet, so in need that a deep whorish moan came from her as she worked over the cock with both hands and her mouth. Jason gave her ass a hard smack but it only urged her only more as she slurped and sucked the asshole's cock standing over her.
The guy standing over her took hold of her head and held her in place, thrusting into her mouth brutally until she was choking. Saliva hung down from Steph's mouth as she tried to breath. When he finally let her pull back she took a gasp of air, the front of her dress now soaked with the saliva and pre-cum that had spilled out of her mouth.
Steph saw Jason move to the couch and sit. He had his cock out and was jerking slowly as he watched her. The asshole above her didn't seem to like her attention away from him as he stepped closer and directly over her. His glare wasn't a request, his cock inches from her face. Steph returned his glare with one of her own but reached up and took him down her throat again, working him over.
The guy was making sounds that told her he was close. Steph sucked on him all the way down and back off, keeping only the head of his cock in her mouth as she stared up at him. The guy grunted and she flinched as the first rope shot, dribbled out of her mouth. She recovered quickly though, wrapping her lips full around him as rope after rope shot down her throat.
It was the first cock she had other than her boyfriends in years. Steph swallowed it all, cleaning his cock until he finally pulled away. She was pulled to her feet seconds later. Hands pulled at her dress and she managed to raise her hands just as it was pulled up and off, leaving her dressed in only her lace bra. Jason was still on the couch. She reached behind her, watching him stroke as she unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor.
Someone groped her now exposed fake tits and mumbled something but she was too focused on Jason to care. She walked up to the couch, directly in front of him and climbed up on him, straddling his lap. In one motion she lifted herself up, took hold of his cock and sank herself back down on him with a groan. Steph leaned foward, both hands on the back of the couch and began to ride him. Within seconds her fake tits were bouncing, Jason's hands reaching up to grope and maul them.
Steph rode him so hard that he fell out of her, resulting in a desperate sound from her as she hungryly took hold of his cock and sank back down on him. It wasn't long until she hit her release and rode it out with a whorish moan. She stayed on his lap, slowly grinding his cock as she bit her bottom lip while staring down at him.
That was when she got a surprise, feeling someone climb almost onto her back and shove her forward. She looked over her shoulder at the guy on her. She'd never seen him before. Steph felt his cock strain against her lower back, slide down until it was poking her ass cheeks.
"Ever had a cock in that ass," he asked, yanking her head to the side so that she was staring up at him.
"Only when I ask for it," she groaned.
"I'm not asking," he said, Steph cried out when he shoved himself forward, his cockhead spreading her asshole open. A few seconds later her asshole opened up taking him fully, Steph's eyes wide, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he bottomed out with a groan.
She still had Jason's cock in her pussy so when the head of the new guy's cock finally sank into her asshole Steph was at their mercy. Every thrust sent her forward and in turn gave Jason the position to grip her hips and pound her pussy as well.
Steph let out a whorish moan, soon matching both of their thrusts in unison.
"That's right, ride those cocks bitch," someone called out.
A flash of light came from somewhere to her left but she was too lost to care. The need between her legs mattered more as both men were stretching her out more than she had ever been before.
Someone slapped her tits at the same time that the guy behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, "Tell me how much you like having that ass fucked bitch."
She whimpered out something unintelligentable. Her reward was him to fuck her harder, then pull out all the way until only the head of his cock was in her, "Beg for it slut," he growled.
"Pleeeease," she managed to moan, "give me itttttt."
"Fucking whore, you're just a hole for me," he said, releasing her hair and giving her head a shove as he bottomed back out into her ass.
She came hard but that didn't stop both men from abusing her holes. In fact, it only urged them on to see her vunerability. After a bit, the guy behind her let out a grunt and came. The only reason Steph knew this was because she felt part of his thick, warm load slide out of her asshole when he did.
Steph whimpered when he pulled out, staring down at Jason she leaned down and gave him a hungry kiss. Tongue lashing with the man's she had met only days before as she continued to grind on his lap, his cock still inside her pussy.
She broke the kiss, leaned down and began sucking on his ear. She whispered, "You like my tight little pussy?" raising herself up until his cock was barely in her before slamming herself back down.
Steph tossed her head back, balancing her hands on his knees and began to ride him hard. Someone standing behind her mauled her fake tits while she grinded slowly on him.
When Jason's breathing changed she could tell he was close. She lifted herself up and off his cock just as he grunted. Steph stayed like that, moaning as he shot ropes of warm cum on her pussy and between her thighs.
Someone behind her was playing with her nipples, groping her tits the entire time. Steph scooped up the warm cum on her thighs, giving Jason a look as she sucked his cum off her fingers.
"Looks like you have a big mess to clean up," Jason said, watching her finish sucking the cum off her fingers before sliding off his lap to her knees to clean his cock with her mouth.
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Steph opened her eyes and quickly shut them. The light was only for a second but it made her shove her face into the pillow. She heard the sound of a toilet flushing and then footsteps. The light vanished, blinds closing more than halfway.
Someone climbed onto the bed, "Brennon," she mumbled, barely lifting her face enough to have a cheek on the pillow. She heard another voice from the bathroom but the sheets were pulled off of her at the same exact moment. A second later his face slid between her ass cheeks. Steph groaned into the pillow when his tongue ran up her pussy lips, all the way to her asshole before eating her out.
"Fuuuuuc..." she groaned, then whimpered when he pulled back and climbed onto her back. [Wait, that's not...] she had a moment of clarity hit her, realizing that she wasn't in her own bed just as his cock slid along side her pussy lips. He didn't miss the second time though, pulling back and immediately sinking full into her.
Steph let out a gasp, reaching out and gripping the bed sheets as he began to fuck her. When he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back towards him her mouth hung open, shock and surprise clear on her face.
"God damn, you're a tight bitch aren't you," he growled pulling his cock halfway out of her just so that he could thrust back in fully. He took short, hard thrusts each time. Steph had never heard his voice before and yet she couldn't help the sound that came out of her mouth as he pumped her, "Fuck," the guy grunted. He took further grip of her head, fingers shoved into the side of her mouth as he repositioned himself and continued to thrust into her.
He was so big that Steph couldn't do anything other than take it. The only sound in the room was his flesh pounding hers and both of their groans. After a couple of minutes he finally grunted, shoving himself fully inside her and forcing her forward. Steph lost control of her own body at the same moment, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came.
The guy cursed, sliding out and back into her slowly a few times, "That's right, ride it out bitch," he said, putting a thumb in her asshole. He was rewarded with a moan from Steph and smacked her bare ass. After giving her a few more slow thrusts he pulled out, releasing her hair. Steph's face fell into the pillow as he climbed off of her. The bed was wet, whether from his cum or her own she wasn't sure.
She heard footsteps retreat and bathroom door shut. The room went quiet except for her own heavy breathing. Steph reached down and felt her cum soaked pussy, letting out a moan as the shower turned on in the bathroom.
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