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Authors: Morgana Blackrose

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She spread my cheeks and I heard her spit on something behind me. Slowly, the moist end of a hot cock poked into my ass, easing its way gently around inside me.

“Easy,” I sighed, “Nice and slow.”

I turned to the side, pulling her with me so that we were facing the window side-on, and backlit by the kitchen light. She set her teeth around my earlobe and I shuddered as I felt her hair cascade over my back.

“Ready?” she whispered.

“Hmm,” I sighed. And without any further enticement, Honey started to squeeze into my ass, the slow burn giving way to a wave of delight which swept through my pussy. I slapped my hand into my quivering snatch and stroked myself deep in time with her heavy thrusts.

More lights came on across the road, and I heard her laugh at the sight. “Uh oh, looks like the word’s going around,” she said.

“I’ve never seen so many before,” I said. “Usually it’s only a few.”

“You never had me before, babe.”

I slapped a dripping wet hand against the window as I pushed back into Honey’s pelvis, urging her to fill me with all her length. She did so, going deeper inside than anyone had ever been before, and I screamed aloud at the sensation.

“Okay?” she asked, concerned.

I reached around behind me, grabbing wildly for her hair. “Fuck yes. Keep going.
More
.”

“Can I come in you?” she begged as she slapped harder and harder against me, pushing thorns of prickly lust up the length of my spine.

“Yeah, Honey. Fuck my ass, please. Cum in me, give me everything you’ve got. Every beautiful drop. All the way up inside me.”

“Hmm, you got it, girl. I love a bitch who knows what she wants.”

I rattled my fingers against my quivering cunt as fast as I could. The sound turned to a sloppy splashing and I was already drizzling onto the floor. I pushed my leg up onto the window ledge and leant down, spreading myself wider for Honey to finish me off in spectacular style. She shoved harder and harder into me, shaking me senseless, throwing my thoughts and my hair all over the place as I squealed like a pig, stuck by eight inches of beautiful uncircumcised prick. I came again and again as she pumped her cum into me and I hung, empty and shuddering, over the arm of the sofa as we ebbed and flowed in the slippery, sweaty, gasping aftermath, making a mess of Mrs. Groenenberg’s carpet as well as the furniture.

As I would soon discover, whenever she came, Honey ejaculated like a hot spring, spraying her fluid in every direction and it quickly became one of my favorite delights to jerk her off right in my face. I loved the sensation, like summer rain, of her cum landing on me but I’d never imagined she would make such a mess inside me either. I’d always thought my anal passage had been pretty narrow and tight, yet Honey had still managed to flood me out and give me more length and girth than I’d ever taken there. Perhaps I was getting stretched, I thought with a snigger. Perhaps one day I’d be able to take a fist in there, like Olivia – but that was something for another time.

She withdrew her shrinking organ from me and we hugged each other against the window, me sitting astride her thigh so she could stroke my clit, keeping me hot and wet beneath. I kept one hand on her cock, smearing her hot cum back into her skin, and made her sigh and groan with gentle fingertips sliding over her purple tip until I felt she was almost ready to cum again. Our tongues met and danced together in the afterglow, our bodies breathing as one in perfect sync.

“Phoenyx,” she whispered into my mouth, “you are one red-hot cunt.”

I felt my anus dilate and a warm, ticklish trail of Honey’s cream slithered out of me. I giggled and leant back against her.

“I think my ass is hotter at the moment, though. Feels like I just sat on a poker.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Neither of us had noticed until then that half the windows in the block opposite were now open, with movement visible at every one.

“I think it’s time you spoke to Bruno and negotiated some decent terms for yourself,” she told me. “You’re definitely the star of that place. And you should be acknowledged as such now.”

“Gloria was always the star turn,” I said, “ever since I arrived.”

“Gloria’s showing her age, sweetie. You’re as ripe as you’ll ever be, at your peak. The only way for her is down, and the only way for you is up.” She slipped a finger inside my oozing ass and rubbed it around. “
Right
up, all the way to the top.” She wrapped her tongue around her glistening finger and ran it across my lips.

“Well, I don’t want to rock the boat,” I sighed. “They’ve all been great to me in the past. I don’t want to be a bitch or start getting uppity with anyone.”

“Hey, I’m just saying. You should consider fucking Bruno’s brains out some time and then pop him the question. It’ll be worth a lot to you. And I’ll be honest: I think you’re destined for bigger things than flashing your snatch at the Kitty Klub every weekend.”

“I don’t know,” I said, licking her drops of cum off my chin where she’d put them. “I love it there. The atmosphere, the people, everything. It’s like getting paid just to have fun.”

“I’ve done movies in the past. The money in that is a lot better. And it can lead to bigger things.”

I leant aside and watched how the streetlights washed over her stiff little breasts. “So why are
you
at the Klub then?” I asked.

She shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I got a bit of a reputation among some of the studios,” she confessed. “For being – shall we say – awkward to work with. Guess it’s a personality thing. Or hormonal.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “I think it’s probably more that they just couldn’t handle
you
.”

“Heh. I’d rather have you handle me, right now.”

She didn’t offer any advance on that point, and instead led me by the hand through to the bedroom where we lay, wrapped around each other, until the night took us both.

Chapter Six

Cozy Fanny Tutti

I woke up early next morning with a rapid-fire rap from the front door. Something urgent and important, then; requiring me to get up and move. I crawled over the snoring Honey (who had stolen most of the mattress space and all of the blankets during the night) and swung my robe around my shivering body.

I was half-way down the hallway when the rap repeated itself.

“Aw hold on, I’m coming,” I cursed under my breath.

I twisted the key and flung the door wide, hoping that it would be just some annoying salesman that I could tell to go lose himself.

Unbelievably, it was Mrs. Groenenberg.

“Oh. Morning,” I said, flushing bright red. “I, uh...is everything all right?”

She sighed deeply, her expansive cleavage heaving over the top of her Bavarian dress. “You better tell me. I had a complaint from one of your neighbors earlier, about some noises coming from here during the night.”

“Noises?” I repeated, and then my amusement turned to anxiety. We hadn’t gotten
that
loud, had we? I was battling hard to come up with a tangible explanation when I heard the floorboards creak behind me and sensed Honey stepping out into the hall. I risked an anxious glance over my shoulder, and was relieved to see she’d actually bothered to put something on. She came drifting towards us in her black satin slip and high heels.

“That was me I’m afraid, madam,” she said in her dark, smoky voice. She pushed herself into my back and curled a lock of my hair around her finger. “I was fucking this beautiful bitch’s brains out all night long. Sorry if I caused any of your tenants undue frustration.”

Mrs. Groenenberg stared through me, not quite believing what she was seeing or hearing. I didn’t believe it either, but I was, strangely, past the point of caring about any possible consequences. I felt a motion behind me and realized that Honey was rubbing herself through her satin. But as funny as it might be in theory, I really had no wish to have Mrs. Groenenberg see any of
that
.


What
?” my landlady responded, with a flurry of blinking as if I’d just thrown pepper into her eyeballs.

“Feel free to join us, if you like,” Honey went on, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I love a hot older woman as much as a cool young one.” She pushed her head against mine and reached around to touch my belly. “It’s a serious offer.” She cradled my head in her other arm and started to nibble on my earlobe. I felt a familiar twitching bulge push against my backside as she did so.

Mrs. Groenenberg continued to stand there for what felt like an hour, her big eyes growing bigger by the moment as Honey casually slipped her hand inside my robe and ran it through my pubes beneath. Her eyes bulged like Boris, just before he expectorated a fur ball all over my carpet.

“I’ll go now,” Mrs. Groenenberg whispered in a broken voice, and turned to run back down the stairs. I banged the door shut on her and the pair of us involuntarily convulsed in hysterics.

“Sorry, babe,” Honey wheezed as I held her up against the wall, “I hope I haven’t just gotten you evicted, or anything.”

“I don’t care,” I replied honestly, “It was worth it. Just to see...the look on her face. Oh my God, I’m gong to burst.”

We hugged each other tight and staggered back up the hallway to the bedroom, uncontrollable fits of giggles seizing us with every step. Finally, we made it back to the bedroom and crashed back over the bed, arm in arm, legs entwined. Boris bounced off the foot of the bed where he had been resting and plopped down on the basket chair, shooting us evil stares as he curled himself back up into a little black ball.

“There’s always space at mine if you need it,” Honey said once we’d managed to recover from the hilarity and the sight of Mrs. Groenenberg’s reddening cheeks. “I have this top-floor studio apartment at the end of Rosenfestplatz. I insist you come some time.”

“I will,” I said eagerly. “I’ll even visit your apartment.”

“Hmm,” she grinned, and wormed her hand in between my legs. “Now you’re starting to sound just like me. And you know you can cum over me
anytime
.”

I pushed her flat onto her back and climbed on top. I whipped her slip up and pulled her cock upright between my hands. It didn’t need much encouragement to stand to attention for me. “How about right now?”

Her head sank back into the pillows with a long groan of relief. “Yes,” was all she said. “You know what I want, babe. And I think I know what you like, too.”

She hardened and stiffened rapidly between my fingers. She folded her arms back behind her head and I raised myself above her, feeding her eight inches into my drooling pussy with a succession of ecstatic moans rising in volume and intensity. As I sank down to straddle her, feeling my pelvis press against hers and her whole length filling me up, I reached over and cupped her breasts in my hands. That golden ring in her nipple still fascinated me and I tugged it, she blew a soft cry of pleasure out of her lips.

“I like this,” I said, playing with it. “I’ve never seen an earring through a tit before.”

She craned her neck to look up at me while I rocked gently on her, grinding and pressing on her in slow and sensuous circles.

“I can get you yours pierced, if you like,” she said. “You would look wonderful with both done.” She pulled my robe open and traced her fingertips across my nipples. “With emerald gemstones, to compliment your coloring,” she went on. “And trust me – once they’re in, you’ll feel so horny. They really do add so much to pleasure.”

“Then I want it,” I said. “I want both done. I want to know what they feel like.”

“Okay. Deal. What else d’you want?”

“Just you. Fucking your bitch’s brains out.”

She bucked her hips and pushed me up, making my passage burn. I lay down over her and squeezed my lips into hers, drawing our tongues together in fiery, sparking bursts of sexual electricity.

“Honey,” I asked, “Would you ever go all the way with your surgery? I mean, become a real woman?”

She shrugged against the pillow. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. Many times. And you know, a clitoris is really just a little dick – they’re made from the same kind of erectile tissue.” She looked up at me with grinning eyes; the eyes that she knew were irresistible. “But I’m still having too much fun with
this
. And besides – I wouldn’t be
me
if I did that, would I? I’d just be an ordinary chick then, like all the others. I wouldn’t be able to lift my skirt and have people gasping and squealing in shock.”

“Good,” I grinned into her hair. “Because I love you as you are. Perfect, really – the best of both worlds.”

We rolled over on to our sides, clenching each other tightly. I raised my upper leg to give her more access, and then I felt her start to slap against me as she increased her rhythm. And despite emptying what felt like half a gallon of goo inside me the night before, she still managed to fill my pussy to overflowing, making another huge dark stain on the sheets, which were now in need of serious laundering before they turned to cardboard.

By the time we’d finished we were breathless, lying back wet and gasping in a swirl of sheets and blankets. She’d taken me to the edge and beyond, making my head burst with lights and sensations I’d never even known were possible, and which I dearly hoped I’d be able to capture again.

And again.

She lay on her side facing me, sketching doodles with her finger over my breasts.

“You know what you need? And what we both need, I think? A holiday. A break from here. A break from work and the same old faces and routines.”

“I suppose,” I pondered. “I never really thought of the Klub as being ‘work’. I just enjoy it so much.”

“Come with me to Tokyo,” she said.

“Tokyo?” I blinked. “Why there?”

“Because you’ll love it. It’s like nowhere else on this earth. It’s science fiction and fantasy and a whole alien world, all floating in a great big brain-bursting bubble of wonder. Free birds fly where they will, Phoenyx. And your wings deserve to unfold. To the other ends of the world, to see your true origins.”

I pulled my hair back from my face. It was a strange offer, yet sincere. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before, so totally out of the blue. I didn’t get what she meant about the ‘origins’, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it.
Needed
it. Yes, why not.
Why not
?

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