Lila Quinn

When you hand Lila the bottle of champagne, she gives you a bright, grateful smile.

“Thank you so much! You’re a real gentleman.”

She notices the way your eyes linger on her body — the short skirt, the fluffy leopard vest, the high-heeled boots — but she doesn’t comment on it. A quiet, calculating thought flashes behind her sweet expression. She places the bottle carefully into her cart.

“Have a nice evening,” she says softly, and walks away with a deliberately slow, swaying gait that makes her mini skirt bounce slightly with every step.

You finish your own shopping, pay at the register and step outside. Near the entrance you see Lila transferring her groceries from the cart into two heavy-looking bags. When she notices you, she waves cheerfully and calls you over.

“Hey! These bags are killing me… Would you mind helping me carry them home? I live literally five minutes from here.”

You take the bags. As you walk side by side, her heels click softly against the asphalt. She glances at you with mild curiosity.

“I only moved to this city a couple of months ago. How long have you lived here?”

She listens to your answer, then smiles again.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Or maybe a wife?” She laughs lightly. “A polite guy like you can’t possibly be single. Girls must be throwing themselves at you.”

You feel her eyes on you from time to time, and you know she feels yours on her as well.

Soon you reach a modern high-rise building. Lila stops in front of the entrance.

“Could you help me bring the bags all the way up to my apartment? Please?”

She starts climbing the steps to the front door. Just before the door she “accidentally” drops her keys. She bends down slowly, arching her back deeply. The short black skirt rides up, giving you a clear view of her round ass and the thin strip of black thong between her cheeks. She glances back at you over her shoulder with a small, knowing smile, then picks up the keys and straightens gracefully.

“Clumsy me,” she murmurs.

Inside the lobby she calls the elevator. The cabin is very small. The moment the doors close, her body is pressed tightly against yours. Her breasts push against your chest; you can feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She looks up at you with an innocent smile, as if nothing unusual is happening.

“Sorry about the tight space… This elevator is ridiculously small.”

She gently strokes your cheek with her fingers. You feel heat rising to your face. Her lips are only a few centimetres from yours.

“Am I making you nervous?” she asks softly.

Her hands slide down and give your ass a light, playful squeeze. She rises onto her toes and whispers right against your ear:

“I don’t know what I would have done without you tonight… You’re my little saviour.”

The elevator stops. The doors open.

“We’re here.”

She takes your hand and leads you down the hallway to her apartment. Once inside, she turns to face you and nods toward the bags.

“You can put those down now, sweetie.”

Then her expression changes. The sweetness remains, but something sharper appears underneath.

“A helpful boy like you can surely help me with one more little thing…”

Despite her small size, she places a firm hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto your knees. She lifts the front of her mini skirt, revealing black thong panties, then pulls them aside in one smooth motion. Her thick, already half-hard cock springs free.

“Be a good little slut and suck it for me.”

If you hesitate, she takes your chin between her fingers and tilts your face up.

“Don’t make me wait, baby.”

(If you refuse, she delivers a sharp, stinging slap across your face and repeats the order more coldly.)

When your lips finally wrap around her cock, she lets out a soft, pleased sigh.

“That’s it, good girl… I promise you won’t regret this.”

She slowly feeds more of her length into your mouth, then grips your head with both hands and pushes forward until the head forces its way into your throat. You gag and try to pull back, but she is surprisingly strong. She holds you there, nose pressed against her pelvis, for several long seconds while you struggle for air.

“Easy, baby… It’s just my cock. No one’s ever died from it.”

She pulls out suddenly. A thick string of saliva and precum stretches from her tip to your lips. She lightly slaps her wet cock against your cheek.

“Fuck… you’re a real treasure.”

She pushes back into your mouth and starts thrusting properly. The wet sound of her balls lightly slapping against your chin fills the quiet apartment. Saliva runs down your chin and drips onto the floor.

“Oh, baby… you suck like a proper little whore. Do you do this often?”

Her phone buzzes on the shelf. Without stopping the slow movements of her hips, she picks it up, reads a message, and smiles.

“My friend is downstairs. She’ll be here any second.”

She pulls her cock from your mouth, grabs a fistful of your hair and orders you to follow her on all fours. She walks to a wide armchair, lifts her skirt high and sits down, her slick cock standing upright.

“Continue.”

The moment your mouth is on her again, she takes hold of your hair and begins fucking your throat in earnest.

“God, this feels so good… I never expected to find such an obedient little girl in the supermarket tonight.”

She is close, but she holds back. At that moment the front door opens and Vivienne walks in.

Vivienne is tall (182 cm), elegant and striking. Long dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, full lips painted deep red. She is wearing extremely short tight leather shorts with a red belt, a simple white t-shirt that stretches across her large breasts, and high black stilettos with red soles. She freezes for a second when she sees you on your knees with Lila’s cock in your mouth, then smiles calmly.

“Well, well… looks like you already found us some entertainment for the evening, darling.”

She greets Lila casually, then walks straight to the kitchen and begins unpacking the grocery bags as if nothing unusual is happening.

Lila speeds up, thrusting deeper into your throat.

“She’s really good with her mouth, Viv… you should try her later.”

A few powerful thrusts later Lila pulls back just enough to keep the head between your lips and starts cumming hard, flooding your mouth with thick, hot spurts. She holds your head in place until she finishes.

Vivienne returns from the kitchen just in time to see the last pulses. She raises an eyebrow, takes out her phone and snaps a clear photo of you on your knees with Lila’s cock still in your mouth and cum on your lips.

“Cute,” she comments dryly.

(If you ask about the photo, Vivienne answers calmly: “Just for my private collection, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”)

Lila pulls out, wipes her cock across your lips and stands up.

“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

She disappears down the hallway, leaving you alone with Vivienne.

Vivienne unbuttons her tight leather shorts and pushes them down her long legs. Underneath she is wearing red lace panties. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down. Her thick, heavier cock springs free — noticeably bigger than Lila’s.

She sits in the armchair Lila just left and looks down at you.

“Your turn. Suck.”

When you take her into your mouth she casually throws one long leg over your back and presses your head down with her calf, forcing you to swallow her entire length. You choke hard. She laughs softly.

“Let me help you.”

She pinches your nose shut with two fingers, cutting off your air while her cock is buried deep in your throat. Your face turns red as you panic and struggle. After several long seconds she releases you. You pull off her cock, gasping and coughing.

Vivienne stands, turns you around so that the back of your head rests against the edge of the armchair while you remain on your knees, then climbs onto the chair above you. In one powerful motion she drives her cock straight down your throat and begins face-fucking you with deep, relentless strokes.

“That’s better… take it all like a good little toy.”

Lila returns from the bathroom wearing only a short, thin robe that barely covers her. She leans against the doorframe, watching with interest.

“How do you like her mouth?”

Vivienne answers without slowing her thrusts:

“Not bad… but she’s still an amateur cock-sucker.”

Lila walks closer, looks down at you and smiles sweetly.

“Tell me, baby… do you also take it in the ass? Actually, it doesn’t really matter. We’re going to try it anyway.”

Vivienne gives a few more hard thrusts into your throat, then finally pulls out and steps back, leaving you kneeling, breathless, saliva and precum running down your chin.

“Get on all fours, baby.”

(If you don’t move fast enough, Vivienne grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks you up from the armchair and forces you onto your hands and knees on the floor.)

Vivienne roughly yanks your pants and underwear down in one sharp motion, exposing your ass completely. She gives it a critical look and a light slap.

“Not bad… tight little hole.”

Lila lets her short robe fall to the floor, standing completely naked. Her cock is already almost fully hard again. She kneels in front of your face and presses the tip against your lips.

“Open.”

(If you hesitate, she delivers a sharp slap across your cheek and repeats the order more coldly.)

The moment your mouth opens she pushes inside and immediately starts face-fucking you with deep, powerful strokes, holding your head by the hair. Thick strings of saliva drip from your chin onto the floor.

Behind you Vivienne spits a generous amount of saliva onto your hole and rubs it in with two fingers. She pushes one finger inside and twists it.

“Fuck… what a tight little cunt.”

She pulls her finger out, crouches behind you and presses the thick head of her cock against your entrance.

“You don’t mind if we fuck this ass without condoms, do you? We’re so careless… we completely forgot to stock up.” she adds with heavy sarcasm.

While Lila keeps slamming into your throat, Vivienne begins to push forward slowly but relentlessly. Inch by inch her thick cock stretches you open.

“How does it feel in there?” Lila asks between thrusts.

“Tight as fuck,” Vivienne answers with a strained breath.

Lila laughs.

“At least his throat is already getting used to cock.”

Vivienne keeps sinking deeper until she is fully buried inside you. She pauses for a second, then starts fucking your ass with long, powerful strokes that hit your prostate hard on every thrust.

“We really found ourselves a perfect little girl tonight,” Lila says, still using your mouth.

Vivienne leans forward, grabs Lila by the back of the neck and pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss while both of them continue fucking you from both ends. Vivienne’s hand slides up and squeezes Lila’s breast, making her moan into the kiss. After a while they break apart, breathing heavily.

Vivienne grips your waist tightly and begins pounding your ass with fast, brutal thrusts, forcing your throat even deeper onto Lila’s cock with every movement. Her rhythm soon becomes erratic. She is getting close. She speeds up even more until she finally buries herself to the hilt and cums hard, flooding your ass with thick, hot cum.

She stays inside you for a few seconds, then slowly pulls out. A thick mixture of cum immediately starts leaking from your stretched hole and running down your balls.

Vivienne stands up, walks over to Lila and gives her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, darling. I’m going to shower.”

Lila smiles.

“Go ahead.”

Once Vivienne disappears into the bathroom, Lila pulls her cock from your mouth with a wet sound.

“My turn to fuck that ass.”

She moves behind you, crouches down and pushes her cock straight into your already cum-filled hole without any extra preparation. She starts thrusting hard and deep right away.

“Damn… still so tight, even after Vivienne’s cock.”

She grabs your hair, yanks your head back and speeds up, her hips slamming against your ass. After a series of powerful thrusts she cums with a quiet moan, pumping another load deep inside you.

Before she even pulls out, Vivienne’s voice comes from the bathroom:

“Hey, faggot — get in here!”

Lila laughs, pulls out, gives your ass a sharp slap and pushes you toward the bathroom.

“You heard her. Go.”

Cum from both women slowly runs down your thighs as you walk.

Inside the bathroom you find Vivienne completely naked behind the glass of the shower cabin. Her cock is soft but still heavy. She opens the door and points to the floor.

“On your knees. Open your mouth.”

(If you don’t open immediately, she slaps you hard across the face and repeats the order coldly.)

The moment your mouth opens she aims her cock and starts pissing. A strong, warm stream hits your tongue, your face and your hair. There is a lot of it.

“Swallow, bitch. Enjoy it.”

When she finishes she wipes her cock on your cheek, steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel.

“Wash yourself properly. And don’t you dare touch your cock — faggots don’t get to jerk off without permission.”

After you finish showering and wrap a towel around your waist, you return to the living room. Lila and Vivienne are sitting on the sofa in short robes, drinking wine. Vivienne looks at the towel with mild amusement.

“Take that off. Are you shy in front of two lovely girls?”

She turns to Lila with a small smirk.

“I just pissed in his mouth in the shower, by the way.”

Lila laughs.

Once the towel is on the floor, they order you onto all fours in front of the sofa and casually rest their bare feet on your back.

“You make an excellent footrest,” Lila says with a giggle.

“What’s your name, faggot?” Vivienne asks. “You started sucking cock so fast we never even got introduced.”

They continue sipping wine while using you as furniture. Lila asks how old you are. Vivienne follows up:

“And do you have a girlfriend?”

Lila answers for you, repeating whatever you told her on the way from the supermarket. Vivienne slides her hand under Lila’s robe and starts slowly stroking her cock while looking at you.

“He doesn’t need a girlfriend. He needs a Mistress… preferably one with a big cock. His hole is still far too tight.”

Lila smiles and starts stroking Vivienne’s cock in return.

“Well, he lives right next door. From now on he’ll be helping me carry groceries home quite often.”

“Just don’t forget to call me when you do,” Vivienne laughs.

After a while they remove their feet from your back. Lila puts her glass down.

“Stand up.”

She looks at you with a sweet, commanding expression.

“Climb on my cock facing me, like a good little slut.”

Vivienne starts stroking herself while watching. You straddle Lila. She grips your waist and slowly lowers you onto her cock until you are fully seated. Vivienne leans over and begins licking and sucking Lila’s nipple, making her moan.

“Start riding,” Lila orders, guiding your movements with her hands on your hips. She makes you bounce faster and harder on her cock while Vivienne continues playing with her breasts.

After a few minutes Vivienne stands up, still stroking her thick cock, and moves behind you. Lila stops you at the bottom of a stroke, keeping her cock buried deep inside. Vivienne presses the head of her cock against your already-filled hole and starts pushing.

It is difficult. She grunts with effort.

Lila tightens her hand around your throat.

“Relax that hole, condom, or do I need to slap some sense into you?”

Finally Vivienne manages to force her cock in beside Lila’s. For a moment both women stay completely still, letting you feel the extreme stretch. Then they begin moving together in a slow, powerful rhythm — two thick cocks sliding in and out of your ass at the same time.

They gradually speed up until they are fucking you hard and deep in perfect sync, the wet sounds of double penetration filling the room. Lila laughs breathlessly.

“See? He’s not completely hopeless after all.”

They keep double-fucking you relentlessly. After a while Lila notices your cock is hard and leaking.

“Aww… does the little faggot want to cum too?”

She wraps her hand around your cock and starts stroking it in time with their thrusts. You don’t last long — you cum hard across Lila’s stomach with a broken moan. Almost immediately Lila follows, flooding your ass with another load. Feeling her partner cum, Vivienne pounds you even harder for several more seconds before she also cums with a deep groan. Her cock slips out on the first strong pulse and the rest of her thick cum shoots across your ass and lower back.

Vivienne collapses onto the sofa, breathing heavily. Lila pushes you off her cock onto the floor. She looks down at the cum on her stomach with mild displeasure.

“You made a mess on me. Lick it clean.”

You lean forward and start licking your own cum from her skin. Fresh cum from both women continues to leak from your stretched hole and drip onto the floor while the two of them casually talk above you.

When you finish, Vivienne points at the small puddle of cum on the floor.

“That too. Clean it.”

Lila dips her toes into the puddle and holds her foot out to you.

“Start with this.”

After you clean her toes she presses her foot onto the back of your head and pushes your face down into the remaining cum on the floor, grinding lightly.

At that moment Lila’s phone rings. She picks it up from the table.

“Yeah… yes, slut, I’m home. Of course you have to come. Are you seriously asking? Get your ass over here right now.”

She hangs up and looks at Vivienne with a smile.

“Martin is coming.”

Vivienne raises an eyebrow.

“The same faggot who sucked us both off in the bathroom at that art gallery opening last month?”

“The very same,” Lila confirms. “I’ve fucked him a couple of times since then.”

Vivienne stretches lazily on the sofa.

“Perfect. We’ll drink more wine and watch two faggots fuck each other for our entertainment.”