A Tour of Submissions

Sabrina walked toward us like she owned every inch in the room; hips rolling slow and deliberate, heels clicking sharp against the tile. My fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in Iris’s shiny cunt; her dress rucked up around her waist, thighs quaking, slick arousal coating my hand in glossy strands that dripped down my wrist and onto the floor in soft, wet plinks.

I froze, breath caught, heart hammering as Sabrina stopped right beside us, eyes dropping to the filthy sight without a flicker of surprise.

She tilted her head, lips curving into a slow, predatory smile. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

My pulse spiked. I grinned, wide and resumed, curling my fingers harder, stroking that swollen, spongy spot inside Iris with slow, punishing pressure. A long, broken moan ripped from her throat; raw and helpless; her walls fluttering wildly the same walls I couldn’t wait to witness flutter around Joe’s thickness.

Sabrina leaned one hip against the sink, arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up in the tight dress. She watched my hand work Iris; watched the way her body jerked with every thrust, the wet squelch of my fingers plunging in and out, the way Iris’s thighs trembled and her hips rocked forward like she was chasing the edge. “Add another finger,” Sabrina ordered, voice low and commanding. “Twist your wrist. Make her cunt really feel it.”

I obeyed instantly; sliding a third finger into Iris, twisting my digits along her front wall. Iris’s hand shot out, gripping my shoulder hard, her other slapping over her mouth to muffle the sharp, mewling cry that tried to escape. She clamped down, spasming around my fingers, a hot gush of arousal soaking my hand and dripping onto the tile in rhythmic little splashes.

Sabrina’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she purred; to me, to Iris, to both of us. Then she leaned closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent heat straight to my clit. “You’ve been thinking about him fucking her before, haven’t you? Picturing that thick cock stretching her tight little pussy while you watch and touch yourself?”

I nodded; breathless, rapt; eyes locked on Sabrina’s glossy lips as she spoke.

She licked them slowly, deliberately. “I’ve been thinking about it too. About riding him slow at first… making you both watch as every veiny inch disappears inside me while I grind down moaning his name. Then fucking him harder; faster; until he’s groaning mine, pumping thick, hot loads deep in my cunt, filling me, then watch as it leaks slow and drips down my thighs.”

Iris’s moans turned ****; muffled against her palm, body shuddering, hips rocking helplessly against my thrusting fingers. Sabrina’s gaze flicked to her; then back to me. “I’m gonna fuck him, Emily. I’m gonna take that cannon between his legs and ride it like it’s mine. I‘lol beg him to fill me over and over; backstage, on the bus… fuck me in every hotel suite from here to Italy. And you’re both gonna watch. You’re gonna see him mark me… then you’re gonna clean me up. Lap every drop of his cum out of my cum-filled pussy while he recovers for round two.”

She stepped closer; close enough that I could smell her perfume mixed with the sharp, aroused scent of her own heat. “And I won’t be the only one. My dancers; those pretty little things in the green vines and black latex; they’ll get their turns. On their knees for him, mouths open, throats working around that fat cock while he fucks their faces. Then bent over dressing tables, needy cunts spread, begging him to pound them until they’re screaming.”

Her voice dropped lower, filthy and commanding. “Those stylists too; Skye, Kayla, Cherry’s tiny frame bouncing on him like a **** little slut. I want them all lined up for him; cunts presented, ready to be fucked raw. He’s gonna be a busy one… filming the concert, taking photos… and wrecking every tight hole we offer him at night. I want to watch him stretch them open, hear them sob his name, see them leak his cum while they beg for more.”

Sabrina reached out; slowly; brushed a thumb across Iris’s lower lip where it was caught between her teeth. “Joe’s gonna be a stud for the rest of this trip, and you’re both gonna help. Hold their legs open while he fucks them. Lick their clits while he pounds them. Clean his cock with your mouths so he can go again. And when he’s done with them… he’ll come back to you two. Fuck you senseless while you’re still tasting them on his skin.”

She finished with a soft pop of her lips; gloss shining, obscene. “I’ll send some fun things to your room tonight. It’s booked through the weekend; so have fun. Get cleaned up… dessert’s almost ready.” Her eyes flicked to my soaked fingers. “I can’t wait to let him know how many cunts he has waiting for him on this tour.”

She walked to the door; stride confident, hips swaying; then paused, glancing back with a wicked, promising smile. “See you on the road.”

She stepped out, softly cooing the line from her song, “You’ll just have to taste me, while he’s kissing you.” The door clicked shut.

My fingers slid free of Iris with a wet, sucking sound; coated in her sweetness. She let out a long, trembling sigh and sagged against me, forehead pressed to my shoulder, body still quaking, thighs slick and sticky.

We looked at each other; cheeks flushed, eyes wide, breathless giggles bubbling up between us like champagne. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked slowly, tasting her on my tongue, sweet and perfect. I didn’t lick it all off. I left some glistening on my skin, Joe needed to taste her too. And dessert was about to get much fucking sweeter.