Wow, this is going to be both hot and interesting..can't wait to see how things turn out.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” I moaned.
“Oh, yeah! Give it all to me, baby!” My best friend moaned as I tribbed her on our bed.
Did that get your attention, perv? Good, cause now I can introduce myself. My name is Ashley Morris. My friend’s name is Shannon Carter. Since I know you’re dying to put an image of us in your dirty mind, I’ll do you a favor. We’re both 25 years old and more importantly, we’re both fine pieces of pussy. As for me, there are two things about my appearance that define me and that my lovers can never keep their eyes or hands off of. First is my very long, thick, soft, flowing, ass-length brunette hair. The other thing is my massive, enormous, mondo-gigantic jubblies. K cups to be specific. All natural too. I also have soft, smooth pale skin, big, brown eyes and my ass ain’t half bad either.
Shannon is a brunette like me but my hair is more pure brown while hers is darker and almost black. It’s also shorter than mine, reaching her lower back. Her cup size is D. Her eyes are minty green. Her skin is pale like mine and I hate to admit it but she does have a better ass than me. Her ass is big, round, bulbous and meaty. I can’t go a single day without squeezing it. So, yeah. I’m a tit girl and she’s an ass girl. While you fantasize about us, I may as well give you some backstory.
As you’ve probably guessed, I’m a very early bloomer. I started to develop my breasts when I was only eight. By eighth grade, I had DDs. I used to hate them and was really embarrassed of them. They would bounce like water balloons at the slightest provocation, they were a pain in the ass during PE and they attracted a lot of unwanted attention from both genders. Guys would gawk at them like I was some kind of national geographic motherfucker and girls thought they had a free pass to fondle them whenever they wanted. Nowadays, I would love the attention but back then, I was a shy, demure little bunny-rabbit. I wanted to get a reduction but I was deathly afraid of surgery, so I was stuck with them. Smartest decision of my life.
It wasn’t until that year, eighth grade, when I met Shannon and learned to love my boobs. She told me she was jealous of them and that they were the coolest thing in the world. It was really nice to see someone actually appreciate them instead of ogling or groping them for once. We bonded instantly and soon, my tits became my pride and joy. Well, besides my hair, of course. Unlike my tits, I always loved my long hair. It made me feel like a princess. I always got compliments on it and people touching it always felt nice. And now, it still feels nice when my lovers give it a nice pull.
Anyway, Shannon became my BFF and during high school, we were inseparable. Thanks to her, I learned to take pride in my funbags. I was a hot babe and I knew it. So, it was only a matter of time until we both started sleeping around. Shannon and I have always been hardcore hedonists. Surprisingly, we never tried girls, though. Well, not technically. She and I would kiss at parties for attention from guys, when we were drunk or just for practice during sleepovers. You know. Usual girl shit. However, escalating that never crossed either of our minds…Until later on.
After high school, we were heartbroken to find out that we would be going to different colleges. Our goodbye was very emotional but we both swore to reunite once we graduated. Luckily, we both finished up at 22 years old with Liberal Arts degrees. Impressive, I know. We managed to get an apartment together and upon our reunion, we told each other all about our experiences. Especially who we slept with. We soon found out that we had both discovered our bisexuality at our respective unis. We just kept sleeping around and experimenting like every hormonal college kid. We both loved pussy. One thing led to another and we eventually began fucking each other…A lot…Like every day…Sometimes multiple times a day…And then multiple times a night.
So, three years later and we still can’t keep our hands, mouths, tits or cunts off of each other. Luckily, I was a hardcore dom and Shannon was a hardcore sub. I tell you, we were made for each other. It was all casual, though. We were BFFs with benefits. No commitment whatsoever. See boys? Us gals can be afraid of commitment too. However, I was keeping secrets from Shannon about what I was really doing in college. All the lesbian sex was true but…Let’s just say I took lesbian sex to the absolute max. As far as it could possibly go. However, I soon got tired of that and only fuck girls for fun now. Well, that’s not entirely true but I digress.
Anyway, it was a normal day like any other, me fucking Shannon on our bed. The same scene that I started this with and that you’re more than likely touching yourself to right now. It’s cool. I won’t judge. As we finished up and splattered our cum all over each other’s hot, luscious bodies, I laid down next to her, gave her a big, loving kiss and cuddled up next to her as she ran her fingers through my sweaty, gorgeous hair.
“No one can please me quite like you, Ash.” Shannon said.
“And no one can get pleased by me quite like you, babe.” I said as I nuzzled her.
We just laid there for a while, enjoying each other’s naked company and almost drifting off to dreamland when, in my sleep, I heard a ping and felt my best friend’s sexy bod leave me. I slowly opened my tired eyes to see her dump truck ass walking away from the bed towards the desktop on the other side of the room. Then, it hit me that the sound I heard was an email notification.
“Oh, now who could this be from?” Shannon said teasingly.
I got off the bed, crawled on my hands and knees up to Shannon’s godly caboose, grabbed it with both hands and blew a raspberry into her sweet twat.
“Oh! You dirty bitch!” Shannon said through light giggles.
“That’s what you get for being a nosy nancy!” I said as I got up and pressed my titanic tatas against her still sweaty back, feeling her hair gently tickling my pink buds as I hugged her from behind, feeling her breasts against my arms.
As I nuzzled my face against the other brunette, I looked at the screen to see the email. It was from some random, number-filled address that I didn’t recognize but the message itself sent chills through my spine and heat through my loins. It read as follows:
“Hello. It’s been a while, Honeypot. I hope you’ve been keeping your skills sharp. I think we’ll be seeing each other again very soon.👩*❤️*💋*👩”
I was at a complete loss for words. There was only one person that ever called me “Honeypot”. Why did they call me that? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. Shannon could tell how shocked I was by this email.
“Who’s that?” She asked.
“No one.” I blatantly lied. Then Shannon grabbed by tits and squeezed them like she was trying to pop them.
“Ow! Bitch!” I yelled.
“Tell me who it was or I won’t let go!” She demanded.
“Alright! Alright!” I relented. “You don’t know her. She’s an…old friend from uni. I haven’t seen her since graduation.” Calling this person an old friend from college was a monumental, astronomical understatement.
“Oh, I see…” Shannon said with that pervy look in her eyes. “Think she’s down for a threeway?”
“Honestly, babe…” I said with a guilty tone. “There are some things about college that I haven’t been telling you…”
“Well, spill the beans, sweet tits!” She teased, lightly flicking my boobs. “You know you can tell me anything!”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow after I trib your little clit off. How about that?” I challenged.
“Oh, is someone feeling horny thinking about her old college friend?” Shannon teased.
“Maybe. Now get on the bed, so I can use you for a cum rag!” I ordered.
“What am I, your sex doll?” Shannon asked sarcastically.
“Yes! Now lie down and spread 'em, slut!” I ordered.
Shannon cooed at my boldness and did just that. As my submissive BFF took her pussy-fucking like a woman, my mind was racing with thoughts about my old college friend. She was truly something else. I fucked all of those feelings into Shannon until she passed out from pleasure. My twat was still inflamed with passion, so I put on some lesbian porn to finish myself off. Dani Daniels and Asa Akira, specifically. After the most intense masturbation of my life, I was finally spent and slept next to my passed out friend. The dreams I had must’ve been amazing. Wish I could remember them.
My alarm went off. 9:00 AM like always. I told Alexa to shut up as I got up and stretched. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. My beloved hair was disheveled, my face was still red and my eyes were bloodshot like I just smoked a dank joint. I haven’t looked like this after sex since my college days. Good times. Then, I realized that Shannon was gone. I didn’t think anything of it. She was probably making breakfast for us naked, which she knows I love. We were semi-nudists. Only wearing clothes when we went out in public or had guests over…Well, with some guests we stayed nude anyway but I digress. Thoughts of Shannon’s succulent booty in the kitchen made me moist but I left the rook to find her.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t in the kitchen. I looked around. Maybe she was showering. I hoped so! I went to the bathroom, hoping to sneak up on her for some fun but she wasn’t there either. In fact, the shower and bathtub looked like they hadn’t been used since yesterday. Yeah, we use them a lot. You should see our water bills. I checked my phone and no texts or calls from her. I called her five times but no answer. Now, I am starting to get worried. I went back to the bedroom and noticed that there was another email notification. I figured it was worth a try. It was from that same random address and once again, reading it gave me chills. Here’s what it said:
“Dear Honeypot
Your friend is fine. She’s just staying with us. Took some convincing but she’s all for what I have planned. Don’t worry, I left out all the details. She’s just so curious that she’s willing to wait and see herself. And I’ve been keeping her very good company. So, calling the cops won’t do you any good. It’s not a kidnapping if it’s consensual. Just know that she’s okay but you will not see her again unless you do as I ask. I will send you an address. It’s close. You will receive further instructions when you arrive.
You’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, the answer is simple. You love the game, sweetie. You know you do and you never stopped loving it. I gathered some friends of mine to help remind you about everything you love about it. You’ll thank me before it’s over. Love you, Honeypot. Hugs and kisses.”
That bitch…She just couldn’t accept that I wanted to move on. Regular sex was plenty good enough for me. Oh, well. At least Shannon is okay and taking part in this willingly. That cunt. When I get her back, I’ll fuck her until our combined juices glue her labia shut and then I’ll pry them open to fuck her some more! Damn, I feel like my college self again…Anyway, she sent the address. Like she said, calling the cops would do nothing. This was basically her visiting someone behind my back. Bitchy but not illegal. So, I drove to the address to find an eleven story building. I walked up to it to find a retinal scanner. I put my eye up against it and it let me in like it was some kinda spy shit.
I saw a small lobby with only an empty desk and an elevator door. On the desk was a laptop with a word document on screen. I guess these were the “further instructions” that bitch was talking about. It read as follows:
“Glad to see you’re here, Honeypot. I knew you couldn’t pass this up. Here’s how this will work. As you’ve noticed, this building has ten floors. Each floor has an elevator which will only go up one floor or down one floor. So naturally, you’ll have to go through the building one floor at a time. On each floor, you will find a horny, slutty nympho that can’t wait to bump cunts with you. You remember the rules of the game. You fuck until one of you in incapable of continuing. If you win, your opponent will not only use their retinal scanners to give you access to the next floor but she will also be your sex slave for the rest of the night.
If you lose, you get to try again the next day but your opponent will also have you as a sex slave for the rest of the night. Each floor is custom made for each opponent’s taste. Complete with food, showers, baths and beds. Each opponent is unique, with their own codenames, their own style of playing the game and their own reasons for loving the game. Their purpose is to teach you or rather, remind you of why the game is the greatest thing in the world. You already know these things but you need to be taught that once a player, always a player. Again, you will end up thanking me.
Now, you’re probably wondering, why am I doing this? Well, you’ll find that out for yourself when you reach the top floor where Shannon and I are staying. Good luck, Honeypot. And enjoy yourself.
The Boss.”
I guess that was her own codename…Honeypot. I always both hated and loved being called that for reasons I’ll get into later. But yeah, now you know my secret. I was a sexfighter in college. Since freshman year, even. I did it every day. Why did I give it up? Again, I’ll get into that later. For now, I have ten floors of nymphos to outfuck to get my slutty, big-butted BFF back. I went into the elevator and scanned my eye, giving me access. As it went up, the thought of what I would face on Floor 10 both excited and terrified me more than words could describe but I pushed on. There was a screen above the door on the inside. It flashed digital red colors as the elevator went up that said “Floor 1: The Cheerleader”. I guess that’s who my first opponent will be.
And I guess this is really it. I’m back in the game…
Wow, this is going to be both hot and interesting..can't wait to see how things turn out.
Oh, just wait until you see what I have planned for Floor 10. Ashley might just be my sluttiest character yet.Originally Posted by Miahb1
Very interesting plot. Because I bet that in each floor some plot details will be told, in addition to the juicy scenes.
I think that it is written in a different writing style, let's see...
Well written anyway !
Yep. I’m doing it in first person for a change and I must say, I’m really liking it. I hope to do more of them in the future.
The writing is excellent and the plotline is intrigueing. However, after 9 sexfights on the way up to the 10th floor, is our heroine going to have anything left? This sure looks like a really unfair fight!
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She’ll get a full night’s rest after each fight, don’t worry. The Boss wants her at her best.
You took The Raid and made it into a sexfight? Fantastic, can't wait to read the rest!
I actually got the idea from the Bruce Lee movie, Game of Death but that works too.
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