Unexpectedly but not undesirably

Robin could smell the sweet fragrance sifting off of the girl’s blonde hair as she pressed her big tits up to her back. Her cock lay nestled in the thin slit between those soft thighs.

“So you want to play dirty, is it?”

Suddenly the girl squeezed her thighs together, squishing Robin’s turgid dick in between. She reached down with a hand as she pressed back into the dick girl, lightly running her thin digits across it’s spongy tip. She ran her nails lightly over the sensitive flesh in a way that promised danger, even as it ignited a fire in both the girls. Robin’s eyes rolled, a whorish sound escaping her succulent lips.

Leslie stood by, both turned on and unsure of just why she was still standing there. She itched to satiate the hunger stirring in her loins, her hands roaming around her exposed hips as she watched.

“Whores like you need to be taught a lesson!” The blonde growled seductively as her hand coaxed ever faster on the pulsing mushroom top.

Robin mewled and moaned, uncaring of any “propriety” as this beautiful figure played her like an instrument. Her cock’s head grew an angry red from the other girl’s teasing, probing fingers.

Despite already cumming twice in the past couple of hours Robin was nearing the edge very quickly, so turned on from the mixture of seducing the standoff-ish Leslie and the strong taste still on her tongue as she was treated to such a delicious thigh-fuck.

“OH YESSsss! I-I’m Almost-”

“You cum when I tell you to, bitch!”

The blonde smirked confidently back at Robin through the mirror as with one swift move she extricated herself from the futa’s embrace and shoved her hard. Robin stumbled back and fell against one of the barriers between stalls making a loud “BANG” as she fell to the ground on her cushioned rear. She groaned, a hand going to her backside, her cock still proudly standing with its substantial length.

The girl now stood over the bimbo, a slight smirk on her pretty lips as she looked down on her.

“You don’t get to make demands of me, whoever you are.” She began to tease down the tight fabric of her pants, the thin tights molding around her widened hips as it slipped down. “If you want me to even deign to acknowledge your existence, then call me by a proper name.” Her panties were next, one side pulled by her small fingers. “Mistress to you.” The front of her lacy panties caught over the bulge of her rapidly hardening cock, its blood-filled length and big balls bouncing into view as it was released from it’s frilly prison. “If you can be a good girl though… maybe I’ll let you even call me Mistress Ashley.”

A bead of liquid slipped from the end of her fat cock, wider than Robin’s by double, if only a little shorter. Below, the two heavy looking balls hung low in her pendulous sack. Robin licked her lips, her smarting rear all but forgotten as she eyed the juicy member.

Ashley noticed the bimbo’s attention, one brow raising “Well what is it going to be, ****?” As she talked she lifted her wide cock, waving it back and forth just inches in front of the bimbo’s puffy lips. Robin’s eyes followed the hard length as it dripped several times onto her big tits, her own cock hard as possible, throbbing as if with it's own dedicated heartbeat.

Ashley growled down at the cock-nytised girl. With a quick thrust of her hips and a wave of her cock she slapped her across the cheek leaving wet splotches where her dick leaked it’s slowly dripping fluid.

Robin shook her head as if waking from a lust-addled dream. “Like, totally yes! I'll totally be your slut, mistress!” She said in a bubbly voice. She opened wide, giving Ashley a clear view down her throat, rasping air slipping in and out with her rising and falling tits.

Ashley needed no more bidding. barely taking the time to line up she thrust all the way to the base. Robin choked loudly, her eyes bugging out slightly and beginning to tear, her cheeks shaping around the wide tool and a bulge forming in her svelte neck. Even **** on the rough treatment, Robin moaned between gagging attempts at coughing, eyes rolling back in clear arousal if her hard cock wasn't enough of an indicator.

Leslie watched from the corner of the room with a hand exploring her moist lips. She tried to keep her voice down as she watched, afraid of showing herself once again but too turned on to actually leave. Already she was imagining the perverted things she would draw later that night after school.

“Hey, you!” Ashley snapped her fingers and pointed at the masturbating Leslie. “Get over here.” she said in a commanding tone, pointing down to the ground beside her.

Leslie stopped her self-ministrations, feeling exposed once again and unsure of if she should obey.

Ashley, who hadn’t looked over at the girl she was commanding but still focused on the bimbo giving her head, finally looked over when she noticed she wasn’t getting closer. “I said get over here!” she nearly yelled.

Leslie walked over, her head down and shoulders slumped. She stood before her, her feet prepped to run at the first sign of danger.

Ashley didn’t give her a chance. Still thrusting her hips into Robbin’s throat, she grabbed Leslie around the shoulders and locked lips with her. Her tongue darted into the stunned girl’s mouth, exploring the wet tunnel and coating the insides with her own sticky spit. In moments Leslie was sharing in the exploratory kiss, her own tongue wrapping around and tasting the dexterous invader.

The flavor which Ashley was sharing with her was divine. Sweet and with a hint of… musk? It excited the closeted pervert in ways she didn’t quite understand.

When they had finally separated from the sudden kiss Leslie was feeling oddly light headed and… warm.

“Th-that was nice…” her tone sounding slurred.

Ashley smirked knowingly at Leslie’s half-lidded gaze. “I have much better than ‘just nice’.” She reached up to put a hand on Leslie’s head and pressed down. Leslie, feeling just kind of open to whatever at the moment, slowly slid down with the futa’s directing hand. She ended up kneeling behind a pert, but wide pair of ass cheeks. Within the darkness between she could occasionally see the hint of a puckered little hole.

“Suck it.” Ashley commanded as her hand pressed against the back of Leslie’s head.

Through a haze of lust and curiosity she allowed the hand to direct her in between those soft, jiggly cheeks, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she met with the other girl’s ring. Slowly at first she lapped at it as her nose and chin were engulfed by plush skin, her vision obscured. The tang mixed with the sweetness from the kiss before to make a heady mix. She moaned into the hole as Ashley pumped back and forth, fast enough to make Leslie need to grab onto her wide hips but not fast enough to make her actually lose access to the intoxicating flavor.

With a hand on either of her “slaves” heads she continued to pump her ample thighs, glorying in the control she had over them.

Both girl’s eyes drooped, in a haze as they sucked off their “yummy treats”. Robin’s mouth and throat bulged visibly around the wide tool with each thrust, her eyes dripped and make-up smeared, trying to gasp in a breath whenever she could around the strings of oddly sweet pre and saliva connecting her to the mouth-filling member.

Loud and wet sounds mixed with all three girl's moans to bounce off the walls.

"TAKE IT BITCH!" Ashley yelled. She gripped both hands to the futa's head as she pounded with a vicious rhythm into her poor throat. Robin just moved like a ragdoll, air deprived and insanely turned on by the brutal treatment. With a final thrust, Ashley lifted her head, yelling her climax into the air as she pumped her thick load straight down Robin's battered tunnel. Her heavy balls lifted ponderously to press against the streams of tears and mussed make up on Robin's chin.

Leslie attempted to keep tonguing the tinted hole but Ashley's thrusts were too quick for her to stay in between their plush fat, instead just battering against her lust-addled face as she pointed her tongue hungrily towards her perverted objective. Finally as Ashley unloaded down the hung bimbo's gullet, Leslie dove into the the delicious little pucker, just barely able to lap at the stinky tang between Ashley's clenched cheeks by pulling them apart with all the strength she could muster in her euphoria induced haze.