Full HOuse - part 13

The next morning I went to the bathroom and found a pretty Goth girl puking in the toilet.
“Fuck, this feels like shit!” Monkey said.
I chuckled. “How many cigarettes did you smoke, babe?”
She shook her head, a wild grin on her black lips. “Lost count. I’ve been all sort of chicks. Domne, punkette, dizzy bimbo, rocker girl…”
She looked down at herself. She was wearing a black crushed velvet short dress and black stockings. “I kinda like this version,” she said.
“Just as you loved each one of the others.”
Monkey laughed. “Yeah, I guess it works like that…”
“It does. You have to take a full night of sleep to shift back to your original.”
She shrugged. “Right now, I think I’ll smoke a joint and then go back to fucking Plenty.”
She gave me a peg on the cheek, and was gone.


The staircase to the upper floor had changed, a lurid pink wallpaper having replaced the simple white plaster finish. A tacky brass handrail had appeared along the wall.
I rang the Cooper’s doorbell. A chime carillon sort of melody sounded, and Emma opened the door.
“Hi, honey!”
I walked into a very different place than I remembered. The hall was done in black and white, with pink accents. There was a small desk to the right of the door, and a big abstract painting on the left. A curtained archway led to the living room. The air was heavy with the smell of tobacco, cloves, incense and roses.
“Your black ciggies are wonderful,” Emma said. She was in one of her standard short dresses with matching thigh-high boots. She was smoking, a long slim cigarette between her pouty lips.
“I like the style…”
“Yes, we call it cat-house modern.”
The living room had a thick white carpet and black furniture. An L-shaped black leather and steel sofa faced a large flat screen, on which a lesbian porn was playing. A big wet bar occupied a corner of the room, complete with two steel stools.
Chinese black and red lacquered screens were placed strategically, in front of the doors to the bedrooms and the kitchen. Another screen blocked a corner of the living room. Clouds of cigarette smoke rose above its upper rim.
Linda stood, waving hello from behind the screen, and came to embrace me. She was wearing just a pair of stretch lycra black pants, her boobs bouncing free. She took a drag and kissed me.
Emma led me into one of the rooms. More white carpet, a huge black bed, a Hollywood-style vanity and a rack from which a number of toys and accessories hung in full display. I looked up, and saw myself reflected in the mirror hanging over the bed.
“Wanna try the bed?” Emma asked, caressing the small of my back.
We sat on the edge, fondling each other, and making out slowly.

#

We emerged about half an hour later, happily flushed, and found Linda sitting on the sofa, enjoying the movie. “There you are!” she waved.
She was wearing a short skirt and a pair of high heeled platforms, her big boobs bouncing freely as she stood.
Before we could say more, the chime at the door played again, and Emma winked at me and was gone.
She reappeared a moment later, in the company of a guy of maybe forty, wearing a rumpled business suit and a sheepish grin.
“I wouldn’t have imagined that in such a nice neighborhood…”
“We are a nice establishment,” Emma said.
Linda sashayed towards them, leering.
“May I introduce our Linda,” Emma said.
Linda stooped slightly forward, pushing her breasts under the man’s nose.
“Oh, I… she’s… you are…”
Linda just took him by the hand and gently pulled him behind one of the screens, and into her room.
Emma nodded, a satisfied grin on her face.
“And that’s her virginity taken care of.” She turned to me. “What about some charly while we wait for her to finish her first job?”
From behind the screen, we heard the first of many happy gasping squeals.

#

One hour later, the john staggered out of the room and drunkenly handed Emma a wad of banknotes.
She saw him to the door, and came back to the sofa counting the money.
“Nice guy,” she grinned. “He put down an extra because it was Linda’s first time.”
We laughed.
Stretching voluptuously, Linda came out from behind the screen. She was completely naked but for her golden bracelet.
“Jesus Christ!” she sighed, arching her back. “But do. I. Love. Cock!”
She ran her tongue on her lips. “And it tastes good, too!”
She joined us on the sofa and Emma handed her the mirror and a rolled tenner. The naked blonde smiled and snorted a long line of coke, throwing her head back.
“Fuck!” she gasped, pinching her nose and closing her eyes.
She relaxed against the back of the sofa and stretched her legs, her toes grasping the thick white carpet.
“I really need something to fill me up,” she said.
She bent forward and took a large black box from under the sofa. She opened it and extracted a chromed steel butt plug, and handed it to me. “Would you help me please?”
She knelt on the cushion and offered me her ass, looking at me over her shoulder, her messy platinum blonde curls falling like a curtain over her face.
I grinned, pushed the metal plug in my mouth like a sucker, and lubricated it thoroughly with my saliva.
Then I grabbed the end of it and slowly pushed it into Linda’s butthole, the muscle dilating and the girl humming happily. Emma watched, with an enraptured expression, until only the cut crystal of the end plug remained, like a jewel between Linda’s rock-hard ass-cheeks.
Linda stretched her back, a lewd smile on her face, and she turned again and sat, moving her hips to find the most comfortable position.
“This is much better,” she said.
Emma had been staring at her throughout the operation. “Shit, I have to try that!”
Her sister smiled, and from the box she fished out another plug, identical to the one she was now riding.
Emma chuckled and went on all fours, straddling Linda’s lap. “Work it in!” she commanded. Her short dress rode up her hips, revealing her naked ass.
With a cruel grin, Linda pushed the plug between her sister’s lips, “Suck on it!” she said. “You’ll need lubrication.”
While her sister sucked on the plug, Linda winked at me and passed her finger on the mirror, collecting what was left of the cocaine. Then she gently pushed her finger in her sister’s butthole, massaging it gently, helping the sphincter to dilate.
Emma grunted, and rocked her hips.
Her sister pulled the plug out of her mouth, and pushed it in her ass.
“Oohhh… god!… Yess!”
Emma’s arms let go and she collapsed face first in the cushion, while her sister pinched her ass.
Emma rocked her hips and hummed for a few minutes, her tits rubbing against Linda’s thighs, the cut crystal plug sparkling in her ass.
Then she finally pulled a strand of her hair out of her face and she turned to me, eyes sparkling.
“This is heavenly!” she told me. “Do you mind if we borrow your car and go shop for some slutty clothes for my darling sister?”
“Borrow?” I laughed and leaned forward, kissing her ass-cheek. “Honey, allow me to be your driver!”

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