Flesh Unleashed - Chapter 3: Sasha’s Tongue | Free Erotic Story

A week after Damien fucked her senseless, Lila was back at The Rusty Tap, the bar’s sticky heat wrapping around her like a second skin. It was past closing, the last drunks stumbling out, leaving only the hum of the fridge and the faint drip of a leaky tap. She lingered at the bar, sipping water now, her pussy still humming from the memory of that garage pounding. Sasha locked the front door, her petite frame moving with a predator’s grace, and turned to Lila with a grin that promised trouble. “Been dying to taste that pussy,” Sasha said, her voice a husky purr. She crossed the room, hips swaying, and tugged off her tank top. Her small tits bounced free, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings, and Lila’s mouth went dry. Sasha stopped an inch away, her breath warm on Lila’s neck. “You gonna let me?” Lila didn’t answer—just grabbed Sasha’s hand and dragged her to the back room. It was a cramped, dim space, reeking of old beer and stale cum from God-knows-what. A sagging couch sat against one wall, and Sasha shoved Lila onto it, yanking her jeans and panties down in one swift pull. Lila’s legs fell open, her cunt exposed—pink, wet, and aching. Sasha dropped to her knees, eyes locked on it, and whistled low. “Fuck, that’s a pretty gash.” Before Lila could respond, Sasha’s tongue was on her. She licked a slow, deliberate stripe from Lila’s asshole to her clit, savoring the musky tang. “So sweet,” she murmured, then dove in, sucking Lila’s clit hard. The piercing on Sasha’s tongue—cold, hard metal—scraped against the swollen nub, and Lila’s hips bucked, a moan tearing from her throat. Sasha’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, fingers digging into flesh as she ate her out like a starving woman. “Goddamn, yes,” Lila gasped, her hands fisting Sasha’s buzzed scalp. The wet slurp of Sasha’s mouth filled the room, mingling with the creak of the couch. Sasha’s tongue plunged into her hole, fucking her with quick, deep thrusts, then flicked back to her clit, circling it relentlessly. Lila’s pussy clenched, dripping down her crack, and she came hard—screaming, her whole body shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Sasha didn’t stop. She sucked Lila through a second orgasm, her chin slick with cum, then pulled back, grinning. “My turn.” She stood, shimmied out of her shorts, and revealed her shaved cunt—lips puffy, clit pierced with a gleaming stud. Lila lunged forward, desperate to taste her. She grabbed Sasha’s hips, pulling her close, and buried her face between those thighs. The scent was sharp and heady, pure sex, and Lila sucked Sasha’s clit, rolling the piercing with her tongue. “Fuck, you’re good,” Sasha moaned, grinding against Lila’s mouth. Lila’s fingers slid up, teasing Sasha’s tight pussy, then pushed inside—two, then three, stretching her. Sasha’s walls pulsed, hot and wet, and Lila sucked harder, lapping at the clit until Sasha shrieked, her cum flooding Lila’s lips. They collapsed, panting, but Sasha wasn’t done. She climbed onto Lila, straddling her hips, and pressed their cunts together. They scissored—sloppy, frantic, their slick folds sliding against each other. Sasha’s piercing rubbed Lila’s clit just right, and the friction was electric. “Gonna make you squirt again,” Sasha hissed, her tits bouncing as she rocked harder. Lila clawed the couch, her pussy spasming, and sure enough, she did—hot liquid splashing between them as they came together, a messy, glorious tangle of flesh. Spent, they slumped into each other, the room stinking of their sex. Sasha traced a finger along Lila’s thigh, collecting their mixed juices, and sucked it clean. “Next time,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with filth, “we need Damien’s cock in this.” Lila’s cunt throbbed at the thought, already hungry for more.