High Fucking Fashion

After about a half hour with the contents of the box you have a pretty reasonable facsimile of the title for the Lexus. The pre-notarized title blanks in your forgery kit make this pretty easy, considering the wealth of information one can discover in a stolen car. Gas receipts (you stopped in Barnum to fuel up... far enough away that a search probably won’t extend there), VIN, insurance information. It’s really amazing what people leave lying around for anyone with the necessary skills to find. After that it’s a quick jaunt to Wisconsin Title and you walk out with a cashier’s check for ten large.

Business out of the way for the night, you and Beth head back to your place for the other side of that particular duck-billed platitude. Beth is texting while driving, which you get a small thrill from, because even running a little game on an insurance company and committing what amounts to two counts of felony grand larceny isn’t enough to totally satisfy your crime jones. You’re only now realizing how much you missed this when you were being a good little **** mule. The things we do for steady income.

Arriving at the apartment, you follow Beth up the stairs, enjoying the sway of her ample booty, and enter the house to find the living room candlelit. Beth guides you to your easy chair and goes to fix you a drink as upbeat music begins to play. Ini Kamoze’s “Here Comes The Hotstepper”, instantly recognizable from the sample from “Land of 1000 Dances” at the beginning. Beth slips a glass of amber fluid with a couple clinking ice cubes In it into your hand and slides into your lap with a sly smile on her full lips.

Bemused, you sip the Irish as Beth slips a hand down the front of your pants and begins idly fondling your shaft. That’s when Chrissy’s leg appears from behind the door to your bedroom. The rest of her soon follows (which is a really good thing, because just a leg would be a little weird). A fashion show commences, with Chrissy showing off a lot of the day’s purchases, almost all calculated to make her look even more stunning dressed than she does in the raw. Her dancing background is obvious in the confidence and raw sex exuding from every step and turn. All the while Beth gently jacks your cock.

Chrissy steps back into the bedroom and Beth nuzzles up to your neck, whispering, “Ready for the grand finale?”

Chrissy’s final outfit is, indeed, grand. Mostly due to the lack of fabric involved in it (Less is more, knowI’msayin?). The entirety of it appears to be made from shoelaces and chromed O-rings, and it takes you a moment to realize that it’s patterned to resemble a Shibari _hishi karada _with some sort of mesh fabric barely concealing her breasts and crotch. The overall effect is incredibly erotic as she undulates toward you. You barely notice Beth sliding off your lap and falling to her knees in front of you as Chrissy replaces her and kisses you with unbridled passion.

“We thought you deserved a treat for helping me so much,” she whispers in your ear, then begins to nibble on it, “so we cooked up this little fashion show for you... and a special treat to follow.”

Meanwhile Beth has been pulling off your shoes and socks and rubbing your feet. It’s an odd sensation... you can’t recall the last time anyone massaged you. The real strange part is when she starts kissing them. Another kink you never understood but are starting to appreciate... feet.

Things degenerate quickly. Clothing hits the floor, discarded in the haste to feel and taste flesh, each striving to consume the other two, to become one body. Hands and mouths caress, kiss, lick, bite whatever they’re nearest. Reason, not really at home here for the most part anyway, is discarded along with the piles of clothing. The smell of cunt permeates the air and both girls sigh in unison as you penetrate Chrissy from behind, taking her with wild and furious abandon that only slightly abates when you feel Beth’s tongue probing your anus. Yeah, this is a night full of new and interesting sensations.

You explode along with Chrissy, filling her to overflowing. As you pull out Beth rolls her over and begins plumbing the depths of Chrissy’s pussy with her tongue. With a smirk you will your cock back to life and plunge into your other half sister. Chrissy begins to reciprocate, alternately tonguing your balls and Beth’s clit. You continue to pound your bony pelvis against Beth’s ample ass, your cock going so deep it brushes her cervix, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms as she screams into Chrissy’s slit and her pelvic floor muscles contract around your angry rod, milking another massive ejaculation from you.

The girls clean you up and the three of you fall into your bed in a sweaty mass of limbs, the house smelling like a Nevada whorehouse. Sleep comes quickly