Daphne and Thorn

Daphne and Thorn meandered between food and beverage stalls making sure they weren’t being built half-assed. Between minor building inspections and interviewing the builders to sus out any secret agendas that might be lurking the two ladies were quite an eye-full for most of the men-folk. Daphne made sure to give them plenty of eye candy by bending at the waist to ‘inspect’ things. Once they were re satisfied with the state of affairs The purple clad slut decided it was probably time to start working her charms on the band’s lead for Velma’s personal entertainment after the show.

“You know Thorn you’ve been real quiet about my new outfit. We’ve been walking around for a bit and questioning all these people but you haven’t asked why I dressed like an insatiable jizz dumpster.” Daphne sat on the edge of a table and leaned back to give her friend a good view of the lack of panties she had.

Thorn went red faced and looked away. They may not have been in direct view of the crews prepping for the show but they were still in public. “Uh. Well I assumed you were just in a hurry dressing… you uh… you chose this outfit? I bet Fred like the new style… can’t say it’s anything I’d have picked out…”

Daphne smirked as she leaned even further back to be supported by her elbows. “I sure did, but not for Freddy. Velma likes having easy access to me… and I like letting her have it.”

Thorn raised an eyebrow as she gave the slutty gal’s crotch an unintentional glance. Her eyes were just drawn to it like lambs to a slaughter. She knew it was improper which made it more her style, but this was a friend she was oogling. “Velma? Huh. She must be a pretty fantastic fuck for her to pull you away from a slice of man like Fred.”

Daphne began running her hands over her body as she used the most sexually starved tone her voice could take, “She is. Her Cock stretches me out like a…”

“Her what? Velma has a dick?” Thorn couldn’t help but interject as Daphne writhed on the table. She truly looked like a needy bitch in heat.

“Oh yeah… and it’s huge. It’s like getting fisted. And she cums soo much…. So very very much. The first time we fucked I was a braindead cumbloated bitch for three days. I still don’t know how she hid me from the boys back then. But since we came out they’ve learned their place, just like mine is on my knees at her side.” Daphne raised her legs and used them to begin guiding the frizzy haired lead singer toward her. To say she put up litle resistance was an understatement. She was like a siren, telling her prey just what they wanted to hear and pulling them closer to their demise.

Thorn felt the legs tighten around her waist as she took slow steps toward the barely clothed woman. Listening to her tell of such a massive cock that it could literally fuck you stupid was hitting the right buttons for her. She was a size queen and had a few Toys that were just not doing it for her anymore.

“What’s it like? When she fucks you?”

“Fucks? Velma doesn’t fuck. She lays claim. She destroys all semblance of ever being taken by any other cock again.” Daphne wrapped her arms around Thorns back and gently raked her nails up her spine making her shiver as she regaled the rock star with Velma’s sexual domination.

“She is no normal dick girl. She’s rearrange your guts and have beg for more… and more she will give. She’ll flood your brain with endorphins as she floods your womb with cum. You’ll be a bloated cum hungry bitch once she’d had her way with you.”

Thorn’s loins were pouring as she listened to Daphne talk about being nothing more than a fuck sleeve like it was the greatest reward. Thorn herself was a very self sufficient person, needing only her band sisters for support before… but this was something they couldn’t help with. She had a need to get hollowed out by cock. Not just Hollowed out but cored, reshaped, wrecked. And they way Daphne was describing the way Velma had ruined her… she needed it.

“Daphne. I know you just said that you and Velma a a thing… but… do you think… I mean…”

“You want it, don’t you?”

Daphne pulled the **** rocker in and gave her a soft peck on the lips, a taste of the cock she so lovingly would gargle.

“You want the feel it…*kiss* reaching deep into your body *kiss* grabbing your brain and proclaiming, ‘this is mine!’ *kiss*.

“Yes… mm..uhhhh god yes. I do. I need it so bad Daph, please!” Thorn was well aware how **** she sounded as her friend and sometimes savior kept pressing their lips together. The taste of something irresistible on each wet kiss. She began hungrily kissing back, losing control of her tongue as it snaked it’s way into the purple clad slut’s mouth to taste as much as possible.

Daphne appreciated the ease in her seduction but one thing was holding them back, “we should find somewhere more private before we go any further Horny Thorny.”

Thorn gasped and suddenly realized she was nearly out of control with desire. She only stopped because Daphne had said something about it. “I know just the place. The manager in the stage won’t be back until the night of the concert. We can use their office.” Thorn quickly fixed her shirt and hair before peeking out from behind the stack of tables they were hiding behind. Once she verified it was clear she hastily led Daphne by the wrist and made a bee-line for the office.