Ass Worshipping Dykes: Scene 11

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Title: Ass Worshipping Dykes: Scene 11

Author: RandyPan

Celebs: Elizabeth Olsen, Emily Bett Rickards

Codes: FF, oral, anal, mas, con

Disclaimer:  This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.

Also, if you like this story, email me at randypanthegoatboy@gmail.com

Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series.  Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.

We fade in on an office supply closet, where we see the door open, and Elizabeth enter, locking it behind her.  She then leans back against the wall, and feels herself up through her sweater, before sliding her hands down her body, and lifting her pencil skirt.  Next, Elizabeth rubs herself through her panties, then, in our first close-up, pulls them aside, and starts rubbing and fingering her pussy. “Uhm…” she moans, tilting her head back, before pulling her shirt up, and squeezing her tit through her bra.  In another close-up, she pulls the cup down, and starts pinching and pulling her hard nipple. “Huh!  Uh…” As Elizabeth is getting into it, breathing hard, and face contorting, suddenly the door handle starts rattling.

“Hello?  I need to get in there!”

“Fuck…” Elizabeth whispers in annoyance.  After taking a moment to compose herself, and fix her clothes, she unlocks the door, and opens it.

“Oh, hey, Liz!” Emily says on entering, clipboard in hand.

“Um, hey, Em.”

“Why’d you have the door locked?”

“I, uh…I think it locked itself.  I guess it does that.  So, whatcha need?”

Emily holds up the clipboard. “Boss wants me to count everything in here.”

“Really?  He gave you the most pointless task in existence?”

“It’s not so bad…” Emily says, turning her back to Elizabeth as she starts the counting. “Beats sitting on my ass, trying to look busy.” As she says this, Emily absent-mindedly sticks her ass out, and, unknown to her, Elizabeth starts staring, and chewing her lower lip. “Fifty-three…” As Elizabeth watches, she rubs herself through her skirt for a moment, before discreetly reaching over and locking the door again.  Emily taps her pencil on her lower lip, unaware of Elizabeth getting on her knees behind her, until she grabs the waist of Emily’s skirt, and yanks it down, panties with it, exposing her bare ass. “Wh-Liz, what are you-”

“Ssshhh…” Elizabeth shushes her, putting her finger to her lips. “Just…” Elizabeth moans a little, as she starts squeezing Emily’s cheeks. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” She then spreads Emily’s cheeks, and, in another close-up, starts licking her pink, quivering anus.

“Huh…” Emily gasps, then bites her lip, while dropping her clipboard, as, back in the close-up, Elizabeth’s tongue swirls around her butthole. “Uhm…” Grasping the shelf with one hand, she unbuttons her blouse with the other, then slides it into her bra.  Again in the close-up, Elizabeth inserts the tip of her index finger in Emily’s butt, before continuing to give it a tongue bath.  Now, holding onto the shelf for dear life, Emily moves her hand down, under her skirt, and into her panties, where she starts furiously fingering her pussy. “Ohg…God…” Her face tightening and turning red, Emily starts to groan throatily, until, finally, she bites down on her lower lip, to muffle her scream of climax.

Now, Elizabeth is bent over, holding onto the shelf’s support pole, panties around her knees, as Emily kneels behind her, face between the former’s cheeks.  In another close-up, Emily licks Elizabeth’s asshole slowly, occasionally poking her tongue in the middle. “Oh, God…Finger me…” At this request, Emily plunges her first two fingers in Elizabeth’s drooling cunt. “Huhm…” Elizabeth’s brow furrows, breathing hard, as she pushes the pole between her tits, and starts sliding them up and down.  Back in the close-up, Emily penetrates Elizabeth’s butthole with the tip of her tongue. “Ohf…God…” Elizabeth moans, moving up and down faster, her tits close to popping out of her bra.  Suddenly, her face screws up, and she shoves her fist in her mouth, to keep from crying out.

Minutes later, the two are fixing their clothes, when the doorknob again starts rattling. “Is someone in there?” Both look at the door, and start giggling.

“Hang on,” Emily says, “I think it must’ve locked itself again.” The two look at each other and laugh, then kiss, as the scene fades out.

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