Joey: Hot ass and hard

We decided to leave the club. As we weaved through the crowd, I yelled to Ross, “ASS OR TITS!?”

“Titties, boy!” Ross said, laughing excited that the night was far from over. Whether he knew it or not, he just made his decision on his girl for the night.

Once out of the club, I wrapped my arms around the girls with the nicest asses. My right around this little brunette with a fake tan. Tight purple dressed hugged her slim body and small tits. Nothing special until she turned to the side and you saw her booty sticking out. Her ass stretched the fabric of her dress, it was so big.

My right around this beefy woman who had to be a powerlifter. Her top showed off her sculpted arms that made me feel out of shape. But her lifting didn’t shrink her tits, which were still substantial. She had thick powerful legs with a big juicy ass. I don’t know how she got into the tight leather pants she was wearing; I would probably have to cut them off.

Somehow Chandler had convince the bottle girl to drive us home, which meant I probably had to give her a huge tip. Chandler and the waitress led the way down the street to her SUV. While we followed, I absentmindedly answered the girls questions:

“You have more at the hotel?”

“Are we keeping the party going?”

“If my phone rings, don’t let me answer it, my boyfriend would kill me.”

I let Ross get into the very backseat of the SUV with his girls. I got into the middle with my girls on each side. The slim thick brunette cuddled up to me, and brought me down into a kiss. Her lips and tongue were all distraction. Her hand slipped into my pocket, and grabs an ziplock bag, and pulls it out. She breaks the kiss, and examines the bag. She can’t hide her disappointment that it’s empty. She turned it inside out, and licked it.

I said, “I told you there is more at the hotel.”

The sexy powerlifter squeezed the inside of my thigh like a deadlift bar. She whispered in my ear, “You’ll love what I’ll do to you if there’s more. But if you’re lying, I’m going to rip your dick off.”

Carrot and the stick, right there.

The bottle girl dropped us off at the entrance to the hotel. We clambered out of the backside, and into the hotel. Crowded into the elevator, we realize that Chandler isn’t with us. Just us, and four horny **** crazed women. My type of elevator ride.

We get back to our suite, and I grab the **** from my bag. The girls are scattered on the couch and chair that could be considered a ‘living room.’ Examining the group, I said, “If you want some of this, then you’ll take your top off.”

Ross was the first to rip off his shirt. He was really enjoying this weekend away from his wife and newborn. He wasn’t trying to catch up on sleep, but trying to catch up on fun. Then one by one the girls took their tops off. It was awesome.

The thick muscular girl lifted her black top over her head, leaving her in leather pants and a leopard print bra that held back big soft tits. I made a good choice with her.

The slim thick brunette wasn’t wearing a top. She had to take off her tight purple dress. And to my wonderful surprised she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were exposed on her small hanging tits. She wore a lace-banded thong, but didn’t stand up to show off her ass yet.

The wannabe model was wearing a dress as well. She lowered it to reveal a strapless bra that held up her decent sized tits. She was skinny though, protruding ribs, little stomach, hip bones. She didn’t look too bad. Probably could suck a mean dick.

Finally the dark Italian girl took off her top to reveal that she was wearing a sexy lace corset that pushed up her already massive tits. They were so copper and yummy. I wanted to squeeze and suck on them. I really regretted not taking her as one of mine.

With the girls topless, I cut up lines on the table. They bent over and snorted them up, while I smacked them on the ass. While this was taking place, Chandler walked in with the sexy little blonde bottle girl. Without saying anything, they quickly went to the master bedroom of the suite and locked the door.

Ross and ask, “Did Chandler really bring back the bottle girl!?”

I yelled through the door, “CONSIDER HIS DICK MY TIP!”

I looked around at the group who were busy taking turns snorting lines. I was planning on letting Chandler has his pick of these bitches, but if he got his own, then I might as well fuck at least two of these coke whores.