Little Devil

by Lia Monde

 

Darla was dressed like a cheap whore. Short, black leather, micro mini-skirt. Braless, she wore a too tight and too small, bright pink tube top that barely contained her boobs. Gaudy costume jewelry and knee high faux leather white boots. Poofy blonde hair, overdone make-up and strong perfume. And underneath, silk and lace, red crotchless panties.

It made her feel like a slut. It made her feel liberated. It made her feel excited.

On Friday night after work, she'd been eager to rush home from the office, peel off her business suit and get ready for the costume party. As soon as she hit her apartment, she began the transformation. Opening a bottle of Chardonnay, she'd sipped the wine while changing.

Darla loved to party. She especially loved costume parties. It was like role playing with a get out of jail free card that let you abandon your inhibitions. You could pretend to be anyone. A totally different person with a totally different personality, clothes, mannerisms and morals. Or, no morals at all.

The last was particularly important. Especially, tonight. Darla was sexually hungry. Her loins were itching for some action and she wanted to guarantee she would hook up. Which was why she chose the whore get-up. Tonight was not for subtlety. She didn't want to be coy or demure or merely alluring. Darla wanted to be obvious and advertise her willing availability. What better signal than to dress like a pro.

And this wasn't just any party, it was a Jenny party. Jenny threw the best parties. They were frequent, raucous and always well-attended by a changing cast of characters. Loud music and lots of booze. Plenty of people with large libidos and little modesty. The parties were typically carnal jungles, particularly the costume parties which promoted a sense of anonymity. Jenny wasn't constrained by the convention of having costume parties in the fall around Halloween. She scattered several throughout the year. In the past, Darla had been lucky there on more than one occasion.

She parked the car and approached the sprawling house in the fashionable neighborhood. Jenny ran a very successful business. She used these parties not only to relax with friends, but to enhance her network of contacts and reward her clients. Ringing the doorbell, she could hear the music throbbing through the walls. Darla felt excited and optimistic.

Jenny opened the door dressed as a faerie: short green skirt and matching slippers with turned up toes; multi-colored leggings; and a blousy, white peasant shirt cinched at the waist with a rope and revealing voluptuous cleavage. The costume was finished with green make-up, pointed ears and small wings.

"Darla." Jenny shouted over the music, "I'm glad you made it."

"Wouldn't miss it."

Jenny was normally effusive and got even more so with alcohol. She'd clearly gotten a headstart on the drinking tonight. She leaned forward and gave Darla a hug and a kiss. Not a little peck on the cheek, but a warm, moist full-on smack on the lips. That was Jenny.

Holding her at arms length to examine her friend's costume, Jenny said, "Darla, you cunt. You look positively sleazy."

"I try my best." Darla replied. She held out the tacky costume necklace that spelled out "For Sale" in plated gold color. Getting into the spirit, she lifted her skirt to show her friend the crotchless 'fuck me' panties.

Running her hand down Darla's arm, Jenny laughed and said, "You are wicked, girl. You are definitely getting screwed tonight."

"That's the plan."

"Well, if you don't, I'll do you myself." Jenny offered loudly. "Now get a drink and start having fun."

"I will. By the way, I love your wings." Darla said.

"The better to flit and flirt with." Jenny answered. She did a coquettish spin that lifted her skirt, and then opened the door to greet the newest arrivals. Matched corpses from the look of them.

Darla turned and headed to the kitchen. She appreciated Jenny's sincere offer of hot sex, but also knew Jenny would be saying the same thing to numerous others in the course of the evening. While Jenny would be a willing and fun partner, the competition for her attention was always stiff. With all the other easy targets, Darla knew she wouldn't need Jenny's help to satisfy her lust.

Jenny's open and licentious attitude was typical of the people she invited. You could almost taste the pheromones in the warm air. Sex wasn't mandatory at these parties, but it was certainly a frequent byproduct.

While they'd be more arriving, the house was already bustling with people. A few had minimal masks or capes or hats to pass the threshold for a 'costume', but most got into the spirit with elaborate outfits. It was the usual mix with representative cowboys, nurses, pirates, saucy maids, politicians and other monsters. There were several eye-catching period pieces and one group that looked like a bride and groom and their complete bridal party.

Wending her way through the crowd, Darla greeted a few familiar faces and received compliments on her sluttish appearance. She also noticed several clearly positive, but non-verbal acknowledgements. She found herself smiling involuntarily. This was just what she needed after a busy week. A nice buzz, head banging music, laughing people and a sexually charged atmosphere.

Reaching the well-stocked kitchen, she decided to switch to beer and selected a pricey import. After opening it, she sidled into the dining room and leaned against the wall where she could take in the scene. There were several obvious couples in the mix, but, most people seemed to be temporarily unattached and available. While several men appeared to be well into making their pitches, Darla wasn't worried about a lack of opportunities and therefore didn't feel a need to rush.

Her eyes scanned the menagerie. They settled almost immediately on a devil. A young woman of average build was sashaying through the living room. She sported a very short, pleated red skirt as part of a devil's outfit complete with sequined horns. In one of those inexplicable emotions, Darla was immediately smitten.

She watched the devil's graceful movements and the natural sway of her hips. The outfit was simultaneously trashy and fetching. In addition to the horns and miniskirt, her top was a matching bright red in a shimmery finish that glittered with her flowing motion. It had a discrete neck high collar and cap sleeves. But, the jersey accented the curves of her moderate, but visually pleasing, breasts and clearly emphasized her braless nipples. A red bow tie adorning her neck gave a hint of formality, but her legs were encased in red fishnet stockings and she wore three inch red heels. To complete the outfit, she carried a red and black plastic pitchfork.

As Darla stared, the devil continued her stroll, with eyes scanning the revelers. Her tiny red purse swinging on thin straps bounced against her ass and accented its delightful swish. When she left the living room, Darla shook her head to break the trance. She was drawn to follow her. Taking a long tug on her beer, she pushed off from the wall and moved off in pursuit.

Leaving the living room, Darla had to squeeze past a hefty woman ill-advisedly dressed as a large orange and green pumpkin. She caught a glimpse of red moving slowly down the hall that curved around the back of the house. The hall had a glass wall that faced the patio next to the pool. Outside, costumed people were lounging in chairs and on low stone walls in the warm evening. A few were dancing.

The demon acknowledged several people as she passed and exchanged pleasantries, but generally kept moving. She seemed to be alone, but that was unlikely to be the case for long. At a free-for-all party like this, anyone that attractive and dressed revealingly would be a quick target of attention.

The girl turned to the right and pushed through a door to the patio. As she did, she paused beneath a light and looked back in Darla's direction. In fact, it was almost like she was looking at Darla. The overhead light accented the short chestnut hair that formed a pixyish corona around her head. It was carefully styled to look disheveled and curled across her forehead and about her ears in a glamorous and sexy style. Her eyebrows were thin and arched. Her lips glistened wet and red. She made the slightest nod and grin in Darla's direction and proceeded through the door.

Darla was confused. She was certain she didn't know this person. She looked around to see if there was someone else who the devil might have been eying, but no one was obvious. The apparent acknowledgement stoked Darla's interest and attraction.

The rush of emotion anticipating a possible connection with this woman was pleasant, but unusual. It wasn't the fact that she was attracted to a woman. Darla had experienced lesbian sex on several occasions. But, it wasn't her norm. And, there had been nothing recent. Tonight, she had come looking for a man and hopefully a good hard fuck, rather than the soft pleasures of female ardor. Nonetheless, she still liked the fun and spicy variety offered by lesbian sex. Yet, while this creature was bewitching, there was something different. Something offbeat, that she couldn't put her finger on. The hint of mystery added to the allure.

Darla decide to approach and engage her before someone else did.

As she neared the patio door, Darla stopped at a woman dressed as a goat who the demon had spoken to. "Excuse me. Could you tell me who the woman was you just talked to?"

"Which one?" the goat asked with a slight drunken slur.

Darla turned and pointed to her on the patio, only to realize too late that the object of her blossoming affection was looking right at her again. Embarrassed, Darla quickly turned away.

But the lady goat tilted woozily to the side and scanned the patio. "You mean the horny one in red?"

"Yes", Darla replied without repeating the error of looking back.

The goat leaned in, exhaled a beer-laden breath, opened her eyes wide and whispered, "That's the Devil." And then gave an exaggerated nod as if to confirm her confidence in the statement.

"Ahh, thanks." Darla responded for the unhelpful information. She turned to leave the house.

As she did, her goat confidante asked in an overly loud voice, "Are you a whore?"

Darla hoped she was referring to her costume. But as people turned to stare, somehow she didn't feel as confident or complimented as when Jenny had made a similar remark earlier.

Closing the door, Darla turned to locate the red dressed demon. She spotted her sitting alone in the semi-dark on a low wall on the far side of the pool. Darla was happy that this time she wasn't looking at her. She summoned her courage, finished her beer, discarded the bottle and headed for her quarry.

Halfway there, as she circled the pool, the woman turned as if sensing her approach and looked directly into Darla's eyes. The piercing stare had a disquieting effect. Darla didn't stop, but she involuntarily slowed her pace. Trying to get into the mindset of being the hunter, she had a flash that she might be the hunted. An image of a fly approaching a spider's web popped into her mind. She had no time to dwell on it as she reached the wall.

To break the ice, Darla looked down and said, "I'm sorry for staring earlier. I was captivated by your costume."

Not getting up from the wall, the devil replied in a husky voice, "That's quite alright. You caught my eye earlier, as well."

Flattered, Darla said, "I did?"

"You look like a hooker," she said with pleasant approval. "I know hookers and you'd fit right in."

Taking the statement as a compliment, Darla explained, "Thanks. It took me a while to get the look without going over the top. I wasn't sure anyone would appreciate the effort."

"It was hard not to notice when you greeted our hostess by lifting your skirt and flashing your pussy."

Darla flushed deep red and her body got hot with embarrassment. Her jaw opened to say something, but nothing came out. Flustered, she felt a strong urge to flee.

"Oh, don't worry." the devil said with a look of sincerity. "I thought it was a bold, but charming, greeting." She reached out and took Darla's hand with fingers that were cold on her hot flesh. Pulling her gently down, she said, "Have a seat." in a manner that was less than a command, but more than an invitation.

Darla was disconcerted. She hadn't thought anyone else had been a witness of her immodest display. Nonetheless, she decided any explanation would only worsen matters. As she sat, she inhaled a strong scent of a racy piquant perfume. To change the subject from her wanton behavior, Darla said, "That's an unusual perfume."

The red horned minx shifted closer until their thighs were touching. Then leaned in closely and offered her neck as if to allow Darla a better smell. "It's called Caliente."

Surprised by the sudden and unexpected proximity of their bodies, Darla at first recoiled, then caught herself, tilted forward and inhaled. "It's very spicy and special," she said earnestly.

"Why, thank you." came the delighted reply, accompanied by a pat on Darla's bare knee. In moving to straighten her body, the demon did a slow twist. The motion brought their breasts in contact. Their tits rubbed against each other for several seconds. The startling intimate contact sent a buzz through Darla's body. With widen eyes; she looked to see if her partner had any reaction. The demon was looking across the pool and simply straightened her shoulders and adjusted the hem of her skirt as if nothing unusual had happened. Darla struggled to control her spinning head and racing heart.

Although Darla had desperately hoped for some sexual action tonight, the unusual nature of this encounter had her unbalanced. While her new bosom buddy sipped on the last of her red wine, Darla tried to regain some measure of composure and control. All of the demon's features from her alabaster skin and bright red nails and lips; to her intentionally obvious nipples and her lascivious movements; seemed designed to arouse and attract. Yet, the red costumed lass also projected an air of cool nonchalance. The incongruous mix made it difficult to read her intentions. But, Darla determined to prevail.

She realized they hadn't been introduced. "My name is Darla. And which devil are you?"

Without hesitation her companion turned toward her and replied playfully, "I'm Satan's little sister. I'm an incubus who leads people into temptation. My friends call me, Sissy."

"Nice to meet you, Sissy." Then, with the booze making her assertive, Darla added, "I'm in the mood for a little temptation."

With a wide smile and mischievous eyes, Sissy said, "Are you sure you know what you're dealing with? There's no such thing as a 'little' temptation when you dance with the devil."

Getting into the spirit of the light sexual banter, Darla answered, "That goes the same with hookers."

Sissy assessed her thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then said with a slight smirk, "I'm not sure I'm your type."

Darla took the caution as both coy repartee and as a challenge to whether she was serious about engaging in a little lesbian action. Or perhaps Sissy just wanted to be pursued. In any case, she determined to press on aggressively and stated with mock surprise, "Is that so? I thought devils and hookers made a good match since we both lead so many to sin. I can't believe you're not up to getting your pitchfork into the hot flesh of a working girl?"

Throwing back her head, Sissy gave a delightful laugh that made her breasts move enticingly. Seeming to enjoy a private joke, Sissy said, "You shouldn't taunt the devil. We do so love to ravish fallen women. So long as you know what you're in for, we could have a fun and surprising evening. But, I think more wine would help take the nerves off both of us." She started to stand.

Darla signaled her to sit. "I'll get it. Remember, hookers are here to service your every need. What would you like?"

"I'll have another glass of the Cabernet. It has a hint of dark cherries." Then, licking her lips, "I love the taste of cherries."

Cocking her head and raising an eyebrow, Darla said, "I'm just the girl who can do something about that." With that, she stood and gave her hips an erotic hitch, "I'll be right back." Affecting her most blatantly whorish strut for Sissy's benefit, she headed to the patio bar.

Darla felt a growing desire. She sensed her strong attraction was being returned. Their verbal foreplay was building her energy and arousal. The sluttish clothes and their role-playing were having a magnifying effect. It felt like this was going to be a memorable night and she mentally committed to push it to the limit.

Before reaching for the wine, Darla decided to brace herself and calm her nerves. She scanned the hard liquor and a bottle of Red Breast Irish whiskey caught her attention. She poured a shot and downed it quickly. Courage in a glass. The liquor gave her instant warmth. Just as she finished shaking her head from the jolt, Jenny came wobbling up.

"I know that look," Jenny said with a smile. "You're ready to jump someone. Who's the lucky guy?"

Darla looked across the pool. Sissy was touching up her make-up but looking right at them. This time Darla was pleased at Sissy's possessive attention. A full Pirate's Moon was rising above the pines and its glow gave Sissy an ethereal appearance. With a nod in Sissy's direction, she said to Jenny, "I've been talking to the Devil in red. Do you know anything about her?"

After a quick glance, Jenny gave Sissy a wave and said, "That's Sissy. Everyone knows Sissy. Quite the wild one."

"I'm learning that. It's kind of exciting. Is Sissy seeing anyone?"

With a hint of surprise in her voice, Jenny asked, "Are you interested?"

"I think I may be."

"You kinky little tramp! I didn't know you were that adventurous." Jenny poured herself a drink.

Darla was mildly offended that a swinger like Jenny thought of her as somewhat prudish. Waving at her hooker outfit, she said, "I can be as wild as the next prostitute." But even in her more inebriated state, she didn't repeat her earlier skirt lifting performance.

"Well, with Sissy it can get pretty wild. But, go for it girl. Sissy isn't seeing anyone. Prefers to play the field. And, definitely goes both ways." Jenny took a long sip and finished, "And, you must tell me how it goes. This could be one of the better matches of the night." Then she wandered off to talk up some more guests.

The tipsier Darla got, and the more people doubted her willingness to push sexual boundaries, the more determined she became. Sissy was sensuously crossing her legs and erotically caressing her breasts. Although visible to anyone looking, the raunchy performance was clearly intended for Darla's benefit.

Darla picked up two fresh wine glasses and brought the entire bottle of Cabernet back to Sissy.

Pouring the wine before sitting, Darla said, "Jenny says you're quite wild."

"I'm flattered. That's high praise from her."

Setting down the bottle, Darla sat on the wall. This time, she was the one who deliberately positioned herself intimately close with their hips and knees in contact. "Am I going to see any of this wildness?" Darla challenged her.

Without replying, Sissy tilted her wine glass and began a slow sip. Simultaneously, with her other hand, she lightly caressed Darla's cheek while staring dreamily into her eyes. The motion continued down her throat and moved around to the back of her neck where she playfully tugged on the curly locks. Setting her glass down, she turned and moved forward. With her dark eyes wide open, she pulled Darla's head toward her and initiated a kiss.

With the touch of their lips, Darla went into a full swoon. Although Sissy pressed firmly, her lips were soft and warm. The taste of the wine lingering in her mouth was intoxicating. A strong animal magnetism from Sissy melted any remaining inhibitions and Darla reveled in the moment.

Sissy was excited by the ease of the seduction. It charged her powerful proclivity for dominance and pleasure derived from public displays of sexual contact. While not in the center of the crowd, they were plainly visible to all. Deciding to press the advantage and determine the full extent of Darla's tolerance for exhibitionism, Sissy moved her hand from Darla's neck to her breast.

The squeeze of her breast was a rapid acceleration of what Darla knew was leading inevitably to the intercourse she'd been seeking since she arrived. She leaned into Sissy's massaging palm to signal her willingness. Although her alcohol besotted mind was functioning slowly, her inherent modesty was still operating. She plotted how they could move to one of Jenny's upstairs bedrooms to consummate their lust.

Gently stroking the fleshy tit through the pink latex material, Sissy pressed her tongue against Darla's teeth and into the warmth of her mouth. Her long tongue probed and thrust in sensual pleasure and elicited a similar response.

Darla dropped a hand to Sissy's knee and began to play with her warm skin and the material of her fishnet stocking. Increasingly lost in the turn-on of Sissy's manipulation of her boobs and the French-kissing, she shut her eyes in obvious pleasure and parted her wet pink lips to facilitate Sissy's entry.

Stimulated by the contact and Darla's response, Sissy slipped her fingers inside the tube top and squeezed the hard nipple.

This elicited an audible gasp from Darla. Her body tingled and her loins began to moisten.

In a quick movement, Sissy bent her fingers and pulled the material of Darla's top down to reveal her entire left breast.

Even in her addled state, Darla was startled. She was flustered because they were beginning to attract attention. But, she was also aroused by the thrill of the touch and giddy from the public exposure. She brought her hand to her chest and tried to cover her breast.

Sissy resisted and worked her nipple with greater vigor. "I thought you wanted wild, my hungry little hooker?"

The hormones and booze made it hard to think straight. Darla's raging desire knew exactly what it wanted. That was to ravish and be ravished by this magnificent creature. Right here, right now. But, some scintilla of discretion reminded her that while she was dressed like a prostitute, some portions of her audience were her friends and business associates. "I do want wild," she whispered, "but I think we'd be more uninhibited in a bedroom."

With a deep and throaty laugh, Sissy said, "Wild and uninhibited doesn't mean behind closed doors." And before Darla could reply, she added, "Come dance with me. I'll teach you uninhibited."

Sissy stood and with a strong pull lifted Darla to her feet. Darla took advantage of the movement to re-cover her exposed flesh. With Sissy in charge, they walked from the semi-darkness to the better lit portion of the patio where several couples were dancing to a salsa tune with a strong beat.

In a rapid movement, Sissy pulled Darla close, gave her a kiss and spun her away so their arms and legs were spread. The move caused Darla's breasts to bounce lasciviously and Sissy's dress to swirl. After a brief pause, Sissy pulled her close and began to dance fluidly across the patio.

In the best of situations, Darla was an average dancer. In her current condition, she could only hold on and follow Sissy's strong and expert lead. The spinning whirl added to her dizziness and disorientation. It also created a fantasy-like, romantic patina to their connection. Darla entered a dreamlike and docile state of pleasant submission to her body's concupiscence and Sissy's fervid dominance.

The dancing with the sensual intermingling of their skirts and hair and skin and bodies energized Sissy. The provocatively dressed, malleable and wantonly sluttish girl pushed Sissy from a smolder to a boil. Her hands caressed Darla's hot flesh and squeezed her derriere.

Sissy simultaneously leaned Darla backward and with a hand lifted her leg at the knee forcing her off balance. Darla had to wrap her arms behind Sissy's neck and hooked her ankle behind her waist to keep from falling. The position revealed the full length of her shapely thigh and flashed her red lingerie for the enjoyment of the many who were now staring openly at their risqué display.

Before returning her to her feet, Sissy moved fingers slowly and deliberately along the inside of Darla's thigh and raked her red nails across the front of her panties.

Darla exhaled an intense and libidinous moan. When her muscles clinched, her hands grasped Sissy's hair and pushed the sequined horns forward into a rakish and aggressive position. Her senses were afire and her panties were damp as juices began to seep from her body. She gave up all thought of making it to the bedroom and realized that she might climax just from their amorous fondling.

Back on their feet, they did two twirls and approached the glass wall of the house. Stopping, Sissy stared into Darla with burning eyes. Without breaking the prurient gaze, she grabbed both of Darla's breasts and once again pulled down her top.

This time Darla gave no resistance, but simply waited for the next move. When Sissy ducked forward and flicked her tongue against Darla's pebble hard nipple, her back arched and her knees bent in joyful acquiescence. Sissy continued by switching between licking and sucking and moving between breasts. Darla closed her eyes, swayed her hips to the music and enjoyed the assault. Her hands caressed Sissy's shoulders and back and petted her ears and hair.

Darla's eyes fluttered open when Sissy's hand lifted the front of her skirt.

Sissy raised her head and with two fingers touched Darla's swollen vagina. Slowly, she traced her moist and silken lips through the opening in the trashy panties. The electricity coursing through Darla's body caused an involuntary shudder. It continued as Sissy brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked them deep inside with a satisfied smile. "I told you the devil loved the taste of cherries."

Darla had never been this infatuated and rarely this aroused. Oblivious to the location and the audience, she succumbed completely to the sinful temptation. Kissing Sissy, she mumbled, "Take me now, take me over the edge."

Snuggling her nose into Darla's hair, Sissy's tongue touched her ear and exhaled, "At your wish, my dear." Leaning into Darla with her shoulders, she pinned her against the glass wall. In a quick movement, Sissy hiked her skirt, hooked her red nylon and lace boy short panties and wiggled out of them.

Against the wall, Darla could feel all eyes upon them from the patio and inside the house. What had been an excessive display of affection had evolved into a full blown sex show for the voyeuristic enjoyment of the revelers. Darla didn't care. In fact, it added to her pleasure. She was lost in the steam and fog of orgiastic emotion and was looking forward with anticipation to the final act. Her only thoughts were of rubbing her dripping pussy hard against Sissy's until they climaxed in each other's arms.

Now pantyless, Sissy resumed their feverish kissing.

Darla felt long fingers and surprisingly strong hands squeeze her buttocks and lift her hips from the wall and toward Sissy's. Something hard pressed against her crotch applying wonderful pressure. They began to gyrate and grind increasing the sexual delight.

Staring into Darla's eyes with a wicked lust, Sissy began to thrust her pelvis more violently. The soft and tactile fabric of their skirts acted as an additional erotic stimulant.

Darla matched the thrusts and again felt the strange pressure. It almost felt like a penis. With her mind already spinning and her body on auto-pilot, she couldn't process this unexpected information. Before she could think, Sissy reached down, raised the front of both of their skirts and pressed their groins together.

Now there was no doubt. The tip of a penis was pressing on her vagina and rubbing against her hard and very sensitive clitoris. Confused, her eyes went wide.

Sissy's mouth broke into a devilish grin. With the next thrust, her penis penetrated Darla.

She let out a short, high pitched squeak and lifted up on her toes. There was a noticeable gasp from the audience who were transfixed. Even for Jenny's parties, this was way beyond the norm. Disoriented, Darla wiggled her hips in an attempt to remove herself from the shaft. It only served to increase the stimulation on her clitoris. Darla ejaculated a short squeal, "What, what's that?"

With a diabolical laugh, Sissy answered, "That's my Little Devil."

While Darla struggled weakly, Sissy held their bodies tightly together. She kept the full length of her short penis in Darla's tight and hot tunnel. While completely aroused, Sissy was jolted even higher by Darla's surprise. She thought there was a possibility Jenny had revealed Sissy's special package and that Darla had desired a kinky adventure. Her startled reaction was an additional erotic plus.

When Darla stopped her attempt to uncouple, Sissy withdrew and began a slow rhythmic assault.

Darla's body responded in kind. In a voice that was perplexed and questioning, she stammered between lunges, "You're….a….gir….guy!"

Not slowing the shove of her hips, Sissy replied breathlessly, "Uhh…I'm…whatever…you…want."

As the pace of their fucking increased, Darla almost lost her balance. Sissy maneuvered her backwards so she was propped against the glass wall again. On the other side, people had crowded close to get an intimate view of the bizarre copulation. The licentious action was affecting their libidos. Several people were furtively masturbating. Others were starting some not so furtive mutual groping. However, Sissy and Darla were the main event.

The realization of her situation played out like a slow motion movie in Darla's mind. 'I'm being fucked. By a girl. Or a guy. While dancing. With everyone watching.'

Somehow, she had completely missed the earlier signals and clues. Despite her prior assertions of complete willingness for promiscuous action, this was beyond any previous experience, or anything she'd conceived. The thought flashed through her mind, and she whispered it aloud, "Oh my god, I am a whore."

"Yes, you are." came Sissy's grateful reply.

Darla was completely embarrassed. But that was secondary to her building and incipient rapture. However she'd gotten here, her craving was now irresistible. Her exposed boobs rubbing against Sissy's breasts and the silky material of her blouse were on fire. Her back banging against the wall increased the pressure when their groins collided. The smell of their intermingled perfumes now mixed with the earthy aroma of pheromones and fluids. She was overcome and mesmerized.

Sissy's face was turning red from passion and exertion. Her hair was rocking to their beat. She bit her lip as she approached climax.

Darla gave in to her ardor. She was in a state of animal heat. Her universe narrowed to their grinding organs. Oblivious, to the watchers, Darla screamed out, "OHHHHHHH, FUCK ME HARD!"

Dropping her arms to Sissy's hips for support, Darla direct the incubus' movement to maximize the contact with her buzzing clitoris. In a last flail of heaves and shoves that threatened the glass, Darla came in a torrent of grunts and spasms.

With a final hard pierce that impaled Darla's quaking body against the wall, Sissy arched her back and stiffened. Her penis convulsed in Darla's pulsing vagina and discharged jet after jet of seminal fluid.

They stood frozen in their statuesque copulation for long seconds while the ecstasy flowed through their exhausted bodies. Sissy's head lolled forward onto Darla's shoulder. Darla laid her head on top of Sissy's and her hands rested lightly on the naked curve of her behind. They both had their eyes closed and struggled to catch their breaths.

The crowd of observers had gone silent as the two short-skirted dancers had approached and reached their crashing climax. Now Jenny set down her drink and started to applaud. Others looked at her and joined in. Soon the patio was a crescendo of claps, whistles, catcalls and lewd, but appreciative, comments.

The noise seemed to revive the still joined lovers. Sissy lifted her head and gave Darla a quick peck on the lips. She withdrew her shrinking penis and stepped back. After cleaning her penis and hands with a napkin, she ran her fingers through her hair to pull it off her forehead and repositioned her horns.

Darla was still slumped against the glass and slowly regaining some part of her senses. Looking into her eyes with an expression that mixed sweetness and mischief, Sissy said, "That my, wild little prostitute, is what 'uninhibited' means".

With an almost gentlemanly gesture, Sissy lifted Darla's tube top and concealed her breasts. Then, he helped lower her to the ground to finish her recovery. She sat against the window with her legs splayed.

Completely spent, Darla could only limply enjoy the pleasant afterglow of her orgasm. As she stared at Sissy, she couldn't believe how startlingly feminine and sexy she looked despite their odd copulation.

Sissy bent to pick up her red panties. She daintily pulled them up and snapped them into place. With a quick squat and reach, she tucked away her penis so it was again comfortably out of the way. She smoothed her skirt and turned to leave. Then, she paused as if remembering something.

Turning back to Darla, Sissy reached into her purse and extracted a ten dollar bill. She folded the bill and stuck it in Darla's tube top just below the gold "For Sale" sign hanging on her necklace. "Best money I ever spent on a hooker."

Throwing her shoulders back, Sissy announced to the crowd, "Sissy needs a drink." She strutted toward the bar as if nothing more had happened than the most routine business transaction.

Having been paid, Darla realized that her prostitute outfit was no longer just a costume. She was a whore; and a cheap one at that.

It made her feel like a slut. It made her feel liberated. It made her feel excited.

  

  

  

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