Flash Fiction

Twisted Sisters

Potluck Soup — Twisted Sisters

“I’m so excited!” Cassie said, sliding her underwear off her perky bubble-round ass. “I even brought an outfit just for you. It’s got this cute tail buttplug. You’ll look so hot! ”

“But it wont it be weird ? You and me?” Sal blushed, “Having sex. With each other?”

“Not at all! It’s a win-win! I get to hook up with the cutest little subby redhead and try out some new toys on your tight little body. You get to practice being a good little fucktoy for your next date with Emma. Plus, halfway though we can have Lewis come over so we can see if he can guess which of us he’s fucking while he’s blindfolded. I’ve always wanted to try that!”

“Okay. But I’m not gonna call you mistress.” Sal shyly slipped off her shirt.

“Whatever you say sis.” Cassie pulled out a blue collar. “Now get on your knees.”

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