Casino in Monaco [Bi, FFFM, drugs, Fdom]

Here’s an excerpt from my series:

Jada felt wired. She walked around the room to examine the art. While Ava and Ayano had an intense but meaningless drug-fueled conversation on the couch, Cyana approached her from behind.

“I do love this dress,” Cyana commented, placing her hands on Jada’s hips. “Is it Cavalli?”

“Yes…” Jada felt uncomfortable. This was wrong: this tall, gorgeous woman was hitting on her with lessening subtlety. Wrong, albeit skillfully done. Jada had been with women before. In fact, she lost her virginity to a girl her own age years ago. She had been so dazzled by everything that night and she was attracted to Cyana (and Ava, for that matter), so why not? But where would this encounter lead, if she let it continue? Would this set a precedent in her relationship with Ayano? Unfortunately, cocaine and alcohol had a way of instantly dismissing perfectly rational thoughts like these ones.

Cyana began to kiss Jada’s neck and caress her stomach over the delicate purple fabric of her dress. Jada felt so sexy and desired. Her nipples got visibly hard through the thin fabric. Cyana turned both of them to face Ayano and Ava. Jada searched for her boyfriend’s eyes.

“Ayano.” Cyana called over to him. “You don’t mind sharing, do you?” she asked, between kisses.

“I rather enjoy it.” he said, locking eyes with Jada. She didn’t know what she wanted him to do. Was this okay? Her thoughts kept racing back and forth. If she said no, would they all be pissed? Maybe she wanted to be the kind of person who fucked strangers while high on cocaine in European hotel rooms.
Ava’s playlist played in the background, *“Is it strange to dance so soon?/ I danced myself into the tomb/ Is it wrong to understand/ The fear that dwells inside a man…”* The odd, dreamy music was persuading her that this wasn’t a reality that counted, that it would be overlooked in the future without causing anything of consequence.

Cyana reached behind Jada’s neck and undid the clasp that was holding up the backless halter dress. The front of her dress fell, revealing her round, firm, lightly tanned breasts. Her shoulders tensed. She still hadn’t decided what to do so she made a half-hearted effort to cover up. Ava did not feel as shy or conflicted. She stood up, took off her dress, and walked over to the two women. She had small, perky tits and wore a blue lace thong. Jada took a step backwards.

“Oh, sweetie,” Cyana cupped both Jada’s breasts in her hands. “Ayano, tell her it’s alright. We won’t bite. Unless you ask us to, of course.”

“Whatever you like, comoară mea…” Ayano said in a low tone, absolutely transfixed by the sight before him. He looked like someone making a house of cards, worrying that the smallest breeze could blow it over.

“Mmm, you’re his treasure…” Cyana cooed. “How precious… what would you like, Jada?” Ava kissed Jada on the lips as she undid the last buttons holding up Jada’s dress. It revealed her see-through black thong and thigh-high black stockings. Cyana squeezed her nipples and Jada released a moan. The two mouths and four hands all over her body was a sensory overload. She wanted more.

“Okay…” Jada leaned back into Cyana, relaxing her shoulders and neck in surrender. Cyana kissed her on the lips, then used her tongue, as Ava licked and kissed her breasts. Jada felt herself get very aroused now that she was not making an effort to hold back. “Oh fuck…” she moaned.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” Ava said seductively. “Should we let Ayano play, too?” she called over her shoulder as she left. She sounded like she was teasing.

“You promise you’ll behave yourself?” Cyana asked him, taking Jada’s hand. Jada wasn’t sure what she meant by that.

“Absolutely not.” he responded, taking off his shirt. Cyana smirked at him and brought Jada to the bedroom.

Ava pushed Jada gently on to the king size bed. Cyana sat next to her and firmly ran her fingers over Jada’s stockinged thighs. Cyana took one of Jada’s legs and rested it across her own lap. Cyana caressed down to her ankle and undid the strap to her high heels.

Meanwhile, Ava was kissing Jada from the other side, gently pushing her to lie down while Cyana removed her shoes. Ava kept kissing her down her neck, her chest, her tits, her stomach. Cyana’s fingers titillated Jada’s inner thighs. Jada’s heart tapped frantically in nervous excitement. The women adjusted her position, putting Jada’s head on the pillows.

Ava climbed on top of her, giving Ayano a good view of her ass and pussy in her tiny thong. Jada’s hands were daring enough to move about now so they wandered all over Ava’s willowy frame as they made out, exploring this new person’s body. She also wanted to make sure she was doing something sexy for her boyfriend to see. Ava reached into Jada’s thong.

“Wow!! You’re so fucking wet, sweetie. This is going to be so fucking hot.” Ava said gleefully.
Cyana took off her clothes, revealing a B-cup bust with large, puffy nipples and black satin panties. Ava looked at Jada daringly as she rubbed her labia and clit. She slid down the bed, kissing the inside of her thighs. Jada shivered. Ava moved the fabric away from Jada’s pussy.

“Mmm… what a beautiful little rosebud you have.” Ava put her mouth over the top of her pussy and explored with her tongue. It was like she was covered in warm honey. Jada took a sharp inhalation as Ava started to suck on her clit. The coke was making everything feel exciting, like everything they were doing was fascinating. Jada found Ayano’s eyes again, who was watching patiently from a few steps away. She vamped for him, to show him how soft and feminine everything was over there. She thought he looked so striking with his well-defined abs, long dark hair, and pierced nipples.

Cyana crawled on to the bed and began to kiss Jada as she moaned. She stroked her hair, caressed her cheeks. She placed her lips over a nipple and sucked it loudly, greedily. Ava stuck her tongue deep inside her. Jada breathed heavily. It was almost too much. She was panicking a little bit, like she would float away and never come back. She wasn’t used to the effects of cocaine.

“Oh my GOD!” she cried, her eyes imploring Ayano to come to her, to anchor her in some way.

[more at the fanfic site ao3, Jada Versailles. on tumblr, 81artist. thanks!]

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