My Slutty Sexy Elf BFF
A row of asses. Delicious, plump, toned, juicy, and firm. So were in the process of being dicked. Others oozed cum. A few were shivering with both holes plugged by one of the many toys available on the shelves.
I bent over at a free window. Manacles clasped my ankles to spread my legs wide. My arms were shackled behind my back, and the wall was pulled down to lock my ass outside, leaving the rest of to lie flat on a cushion.
A palm gave my rump a smack.
“Eeep!” I tensed, eyes wide.
“Keep your tush up, and try to stay tight,” said the employee who led here. “Soone will get you out in three hours.”
“Thank you,” I called back.
Another spank. Nnnnf. And a third. “Ahhhn.”
“Good girl.” She was enjoying this? The employee left after a fourth spank, landed smack in the middle of my wet hot pussy. I moaned. My legs and ass quivered.
“Yo, surprised to see you here,” said a familiar voice to my left.
The tanned athletic elf from yesterday rested on her tummy. Her face rested on a drooly mattress. Flush of arousal dyed her face red.
“Hey,” I smiled. “You’re the…”
“Shadada.”
“Pleasure to et you Shadada. I’m Ion.”
“Like the Goddess?”
I sucked in air. “Yup.”
“Cool. Hey, sorry about yesterday. I forgot I’d scheduled a breath-play session right after public use.”
“Ah, forget it. No biggie.”
“I did really wanna ride your face though. It’s cute.” She winked.
My ears and cheeks caught fire. I made a small sound, wiggling against the mattress. “T-thank you…”
She bit her lip, chewing on a thought montarily before asking. “So. Room number is A-eighty-seven. Wanna book a double session after this?”
“Oh? A double session?”
“Yeah, a double-sided gag. Tied together. That kinda shAAaHH!” Shadada jolted. Her eyes fluttered and she grit her teeth. “My ass… Gods… It’s thick!” She started panting and shaking as soone fucked her.
A palm fell on my derriere. Two hands. I lifted my ass up, and received a series of moan inducing spanks. Soone drew a heart on my butt. My sticky panties were pulled aside and a hot hard head of a cock touched my aching lips.
“Mnnaaaahh!” It slipped in. Slowly.
I cried out my pleasure as a thick cock spread my slit. Another spank. My cunny clenched tight. Gods it felt thick! Hands grabbed my hips and the person inside began to fuck. Cock and hips smacked wetly against my ass. I squirted out my first climax re half a minute in, earning myself harsh spanks.
My slit still throbbed. Droplets of cum began to dribble over my inner thighs, when another cock—lubed thank the Gods—plunged into my ass. The cock ca seconds after my over sensitive ass climaxed thrice.
Another one spread my cunny. Big one. Aaahh… a huge one. World blurred to white buzz of pleasure and cocks.
I sobbed and moaned, drooling like the dumb slut I am, as my helpless holes were used till they were loose.
Harsh palms thanked my whore holes with spanks, eliciting moans and squirts, which must’ve stained the floor behind my ass. Sore palm prints burned on my derriere. My legs and rump were groped to bruises. The first hour was pleasure never ending, but the best bit, for anyhow, was what followed!
I was sweaty from being fucked. Exhausted. Soggy sticky coat of cum clung to my legs. Everywhere felt icky. People walked past and I felt the wind inside my ass. Every now and then soone paused, brushed my butt.
I thrust it up, begging for cock.
And nothing. The patron skipped , and moved on.
I was a sad little hole in the wall, a ruined gaping pussy and asshole. Worthless piece of ass too disgusting to be fucked by strangers. “Nggghh…” Gritting my teeth, I ca a little at my own degenerate thought, and then climaxed to a point of squirting, when I imagined the people on the other side degrading my whorish ass for cumming without being touched.
Nobody touched for two hours.
Best ti of my life.
When a handler ca to collect , I noted a bunch of drawings on my ass. Ticks for how many tis each hole had been used. ‘Squirter’. ‘Likes spanks’. ‘Spunk magnet’. ‘Drae whore’. Mmmmhhh. My ass looked lewd.
While I LOVE denial and degradation play like that, it did leave ga horny, so the mont I got back to my cell, I hit up Shadada. There was a chat function on the magical nu of Lucky Gimp.
Ion: Hi! Made it out.
Shadada: HAHAHAHA. Wow. Thought you’d forget. You totally blanked there.
Ion: (´～｀ヾ) Embarrassing.
Shadada: No worries love! Looked hella sexy there. Made wish I was on the other side.
Ion: (〃ﾉωﾉ)
Shadada: Cute. So you got any turn offs?
Ion: Hehee…
Shadada: ???
Ion: (￣∀￣) I don’t think they sell my turn offs here, as long as we keep it under 40g.
Shada: Cool, I’ll pitch in extra 40. Wanna book a double session?
Ion: Eeeehh… Hot, but could we do sothing…
Shadada: More extra?
Ion: Ba-ba-bingo!
Shadada: Lem check the catalogue…
Shadada: Lots of cool options. Night of Tease for Two. Or maybe double dildo, vibes, and latex duo mummification? Weights and Whips. We could get our nips and clits chained together in dungeon torture. Or or we could work as slaves as a package deal for so patron? They’ve got a lot of noble parties here and they know how to bully. OR OOOOH! Elune’s tits! They’ve got tentacle sexings here?! We could share a jar of tentacles!
Thus began my adventure with a new friend.
We worked shifts together, offering our asses, mouths, and bodies to be used by patrons, exchanging lusty looks and sparks of flirt whenever we weren’t moaning or cumming our brains out.
We spent a night bound against each other. Breast to breast, with naught but a single teasing vibe to share between two horny cunts. A lot of kissing happened. We sucked each other’s lips, nearly bit out each other’s tongues.
The next morning we were slaves, two naked, nubile hotties collared, leashed, and bound however our temporary owners wished. Just my luck, it was that bitchy birthday girl in white dress and her gang. They made us lick wine off their feet, hump their boots like dogs, eat each other out, and… yeah, the little bitch actually thought she was punishing us. Hilarious how she thought our pleading faces ant we were sohow broken by her.
That netted us a mighty pile of credit, earning us more exotic nights together.
A night of pure pain, of whips, piercings, and weights connected to our most sensitive bits. Screaming and agony—pleasure.
And, best of all, two days in a tentacle jar…
“...won’t be held liable in case you can’t reach the safety button. Any questions?” the handler, a shortstack halfling asked us.
“Nope.” I shook my head.
Shadada nodded. “All good.”
“In that case. Enjoy!” With a swift swing of her blade, the handler cut a rope binding our wrists to the ceiling.
We scread, clutching each other as we fell, and smacked onto slimy cushions insiden enormous urn. Dark purple tentacles sprang to life all around us. The lid closed, but tiny bulbs on the tendrils continued to emit a dim bluish hue, illuminating the erotic peril we were in.
My legs were seized, entombed in warm slipperiness. Thin tendrils snaked around my body, coiling around my neck. Shadada moaned, spreading her legs wide to show how a thick one poked against her pussy.
“Mnnh,” she moaned, rolling her hips, raising hands above her head to let tentacles bind her.
“ too. too! Co on slippery friends, take too~” I wiggled my hips, presenting myself.
Another pierced Shadada’s ass.
“Nhaaaahhhh… Thick. O’ Gods it’s thic—” Her eyes fluttered.
I whimpered. “Unfair…”
A thick one plunged into my mouth, wrestled my tongue down, and dove into my throat. Tears rolled out my eyes as I gurgled. My wrists were seized, and soon, slippery wonder filled as well.
We struggled playfully, enticing our captor to give us harsher fucking. We writhed with full force, delighting in the sensation of helplessness, and the rough womb-reaching treatnt that it earned us.
Moans and sounds of slippery tendrils filled the hours that rolled into one eternal mont of pleasure—a hazy dream.
Our bellies stretched from tentacle cum. It fucked our ears, our noses, our pee-holes, and very sanity, until we were two blubbering masses of pleasure.
We beca besties!
Which is why, after leaving Lucky Gimp, and returning to my divine realm, I was a teensy bit miffed to find out Shadada was a paladin. It’s cool, and all. An elf paladin being lewded tickles my degenerate senses in all the right places.
What didn’t tickle them, was finding out that she worships a certain dark eared idiot moron of a Goddess whose na starts with D. Pisses off! Like hell I’m gonna bend over and let that pretender cuck from a budding soulmateship!
Thus I co to you, mbers of Lesser Deities’ Afternoon Club, with a request:
Help a girl out and tell how to steal a paladin from a fellow deity? Pretty please. I’ll do anything if you tell !
Absolutely a n y t h i n g.
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