[Les] The New Girl 2: Electric Boogaloo: Sarah’s Story [Ff] [fswitch] [oral]

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“Come on, bitch, live a little!” I said, digging my fingernail into Annie’s side. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”

Annie was such a whiny bitch sometimes. Wah, wah, I walked in on my new husband fucking a bridesmaid after the ceremony. Who gives a shit, dump that sack of crap and get with a real man. Or better yet, a real woman. Finally, with her paperwork settled, I managed to get her out for some fun. As always The Pink Cavern was hopping, but instead of looking at the easy pickings college girls down from sorority row, Annie just sat with her face buried in her fucking vodka cranberry. Of course she’d gone with the conservative look tonight; a black silk shirt and pressed slacks to match, but at least she had the good sense to wear some cute underwear, her blue push-up bra, and the lacy thong that went with it.

“She’s actually pretty nice, …” Annie offered. Of course she would say that.

“Apart from the homewrecking?” I pointed out, and she gave me a lazy shrug.

“Obviously.”

With a wave to Sally at the bar, I beckoned for some bait. Vodka shooters and tequila should do the trick, as it always did. Sally was quick on her feet, and soon the table was positively loaded with booze. After that, the rest was easy. Before long, two of the college girls broke off from the pack and ambled up to our table.

“Hi!” I offered as the girls drew up to the table. “I’m Sarah, and this is Annie.”

“Hi Sarah.” The blonde bombshell with the belt of a skirt said. Tall and curvy, she was a woman in all the right places, but her baby blue eyes and pink panties peaking out from under her skirt betrayed her youthful playfulness. Her nipples were already hard from the attention lavished on her on the dance floor, and her skin dappled with tiny beads of sweat, leaving her big tits straining against the nearly transparent fabric of her shirt. It was a cute enough little button-up affair, tied into a knot under her bosom and rolled up to the elbows.

“I’m Chastity, and this is Kim.” she said, planting her hands on her table and giving Annie a broad smile. “Hi Annie.” she added, stretching back her shoulders to give her a look at her cleavage. “What’s got you down?”

“Who gives a shit.” I sallied, and slapped one of the jelly shooters into her cleavage. “She needs cheering up, and eating that off your sweet tits is a good start.”

The other girl settled in next to Annie and mumbled something. She was plainer, and less of a club bunny. In her long pink skirt and lazy white halter top she looked like someone had dragged her out by her short pixie cut hair, but through the thin fabric of the top her small breasts were doing their part to show the world how she enjoyed herself.

“I don’t really like jelly shooters…” Annie carped. With a sigh, I did her job for her, slurping the jelly off Chastity’s chastitties in her place. The girl tasted of light perfume and hand lotion left behind by the gals pawing at her on the dance floor, and giggled softly as I left a kiss behind as I drew back. Quickly, she was around the table and in my lap.

“Your loss, dick for brains.” I offered to Annie, and buried my face in Chastity’s slender neck, nipping softly at it, making her melt under the touch of my lips and teeth. Here her skin tasted of sweat and lust and faintly of strawberries, and she moaned and whimpered quietly as I plied my arts, and as I laid my hand gently on her thigh, I could feel the girl’s heat rolling off her.

While I carefully and deliberately marched my hand up Chastity’s leg, Annie seemed to hit it off with the mousey one. Speaking in hushed voices, I found it hard to hear what they were saying, and as the edge of my finger brushed the satin fabric of Chastity’s pink panties, I found it hard to care, until the girl giggled at something her friend said, the bubbly sound escaping between two ragged moans.

“Shut up, they’re not that small.” Kim retorted, and pulled up her top to show them off to Annie.

“They’re fine.” she said with a sip from her drink.

“Maybe you should give them a touch to make sure?” I suggested, snaking my free arm around Chastity to get a firm grab on her tit. She moaned softly as I squeezed, and moreso when I slipped my other hand past her panties. Beneath them she was soaking wet, burning hot and twitching slightly.

“You’re out tonight to have _fun_ remember?” I reminded Annie, and as I returned all of my attention to Chastity, Annie finally made something of a move on Kim. Close enough to ‘Mission Accomplished’, I decided I had better things to do than babysitting Annie.

“I’m taking this little slut home and fucking her silly.” I told her, where she sat nursing her vodka cranberry. “If that’s all right with this little slut?”

Chastity nodded enthusiastically, but I hardly needed her too. The juices running off of my fingers were clear enough on the matter.

“Good. How do you feel about walking home without panties, in case I feel like fucking you in the bushes?”

Chastity grinned and stripped off her panties, before balling them up and sticking them playfully into Annie’s cleavage. “Give these to Kim when you’re done with her?” she said with a grin as I led her to the exit. “Or keep them as a souvenir of the girl you could have had tonight.” she added with a wink over her shoulder.

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Outside the club, I stopped to light up a weed cig. After lighting one, I offered it to Chastity. “Do you smoke?”

“Not usually.” she said, accepting it all the same.

She looked over at the hedge in front of the club as I lit one for myself. “You want to fuck me in there?”

I gave her an easy grin. “My place is just around the corner, mostly I just wanted to see if you would do it.”

She giggled quietly, and wrapped her arm around mine. “Lead the way, then.” she said, taking a deep drag from her cig. ‘Not usually’ my ass.

Two blocks down the street and four flights of stairs up, I ushered Chastity into my apartment. On the way up, she had been good enough to walk ahead of me on the stairs, making sure I got a good view of her freshly waxed cunt and her perfect fucking ass, and a heavy whiff of her juices and perfumes to go with it.

“I like your place.” she said with a smile as she sat down on the sofa. “Does it have a well stocked fridge?”

Fucking club bunnies. “Yeah.” I said, stepping into the kitchen and fetching a tall bottle of vodka from the freezer. “I hope you like vodka.”

“Love it!” she retorted from the living room. “Got something to go in it, too?”

I pulled a bottle of orange soda from the fridge and got a couple of glasses from a cupboard, and filled them up, half and half. When I returned to the living room, she had undone the knot in her shirt, leaving her tits free, standing proud between the wisps of cotton, offering occasional and tantalizing glimpses.

“What’s this?” she said as I put a glass down on the coffee table and sat down across from her, in the matching love seat.

“Vodka and orange soda. Kind of like a screwdriver, I call it a power drill.”

She took a sip, trying to hide a grimace. “I can see why.” she got out with a weak grin.

“Looks like Kim took a liking to your friend.” she added with a smile, taking another sip of the drink.

“What’s the deal with that girl, anyway?” I asked, my eyes fixed on her heaving chest.

She shrugged. “She’s just a little shy around new people, on account of her having a big-ol cock.”

“No, really.” I asked, draining my drink and knocking another weed cig from my pack. Her face lit up, and I blazed it and passed it to her, before lighting another one for myself.

“No, really. She’s got this massive monster cock. It’s pretty great.”

Her eyes rose to the glamour shot of me hanging above the love seat. “Who’s the cute model in that photo?” she asked, as if she didn’t fucking know.

“Me, from back in high school.”

She nodded. “You were almost as cute then as you are now.” she said with a grin, taking a deep drag from the cig.

I leaned back and took a drag myself, offering a little giggle. “Are you here to drink all my booze, or to get laid?”

“Can’t it be both?” she said with a grin, parting her knees slightly, offering me a suddenly-shy view of her sweet cunt.

“You’re such a slut.” I suggested, before polishing off my cig, and she giggled as she did away with her own. “And after the club, I need a shower.” I added, standing up.

Stepping into the bathroom, I stripped off my halter dress and consigned it to the hamper, before sticking my head out into the living room. “Are you coming?”

With a giggle, she drained her drink and got to her feet, stripping off her shirt and skirt as she walked, letting them fall lazily to the floor. Even nude she refused to look naked, striding across the floor on long, sure legs, proudly putting her body on display.

“I would have thought you’d want to clean up and then fuck.” she offered with a grin as she stepped into the shower.

“I do”, I answered, joining her and turning the water to full blast, “but I want you clean as well.”

Under the rush of water, I had her carefully wash and scrub every inch of my body, swatting her away whenever she tried getting ahead of herself with a fondle or kiss. When at length she was done, I returned the favor, dutifully cleaning her head to toe, making sure to move lightly and not linger too long anywhere. By the time I was done, she was quivering at my every teasing touch, silently mouthing heartfelt demands for me to fuck her already.

When we were both clean, I rubbed her down with a downy soft towel, teasing and tweaking as I went. When she was dry enough, I let her do the same to me, again swatting her away whenever she got too eager, and not until I was dry did I lead her into my bedroom.

As she walked, she wobbled slightly at the knees, clearly overcome with herself, trembling as I put my hand on the small of her back and shoved her into bed. She looked up at me hungrily as I stood over her with a grin.

“So”, I said, running a hand gently over her knee, sending her into tremors, “what kind of a girl are you really, Chastity?”

She was already panting, her hand playing idly over the crest of her cunt, lightly brushing herself with her fingertips. “I’m a club bunny – and a slut, and I need – you to fuck me already.” she admitted, on ragged breath between trembling moans. With a grin, I climbed into bed.

“And why should I do that?” I asked, brushing her hand away from herself and traling a fingertip lazily back and forth over her flat belly.

“Because – I’m so horny now, that – if you don’t – I may _literally_ die.”

As I leant down and gave her a soft kiss, her arms sprang up to embrace me, gripping me tight against the raging storm within her, and as I slipped a hand in between us and gently laid it on her clit, I could feel her come at once, moaning throatily into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” she moaned as I drew back and slinked to the floor.

“That’s just the start.” I said with a grin, and wrapped my arms around her thighs, burying my face between them.

With my tongue I parted her soft, smooth lips, seeking out her clit, and when I found it, I gave it a deep kiss as I slipped two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She twisted and trembled under my touch, incoherently squealing and moaning as I worked her, slowly at first, then quicker, then quicker still. It wasn’t long before another orgasm washed over her, leaving her screaming with passion.

As she settled, I withdrew, and climbed up into bed, sitting on her stomach.

“Having fun?” I asked with a grin, and she nodded weakly, trying to smile.

I edged forwards until I felt her ample breasts against the inside of my thighs.

“Want to try that for yourself?” I said, as if I didn’t fucking know, and as expected she nodded eagerly.

Edging forwards again and slipping past her arms, I sat down on her face, putting my cunt on display for her, and at once she got to work. The world turned pink as her pillowy lips met my flesh, and with the practiced moves of a threepeat sorority girl from a Lesbian house she found all the right spots without hesitation. I tried to swallow the first orgasm, but clearly she felt it anyway, because she set at me with redoubled vigor until I screamed my lungs out, squeezing her head with my thighs as my body convulsed with the savage, primal pleasure of it. Well spent, I toppled backwards, collapsing into a panting heap of ravaged flesh at her side.

In a flash, she was up on her knees, sitting over me with one hand planted on my tit, and the other curled into a fist.

“This is what _I_ call a power drill.” she said with a grin, and gently drove her slender hand into me to the wrist.

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