Ass Party

Jane knocks on Paige's door in a trim black skirt suit, suitcase in hand. The moment Paige opens, Jane tells her about the new job. Not perfume or real estate. Sex toys. They sit on the couch. Jane uncrosses her legs and leans in. She asks what Paige likes when she's alone. Fingers or toys. Light pain or soft restraint. Paige answers, curious now. The suitcase clicks open. Jane holds up a gleaming speculum and a silicone plug shaped like a teardrop, then smaller things—nipple clamps with soft rubber tips, a small bottle of thick lube. She sets each item between them like a private offering. Jane's voice drops. "I've wanted to fuck you for years," she says. "If you want it too, we can try these right now." Paige swallows, nods once. The suit jacket comes off. Bras hit the floor. They move to the kitchen, grab a can of whipped cream from the fridge, a few ripe strawberries, and two bananas still cool from the bowl. Jane smears cream across Paige's nipples, licks it away, then slips the speculum between Paige's cheeks. She twists it open slowly, watching the pink inside flutter. She slides a strawberry in next, then a second, and watches Paige clench around them before tasting each one as it slides back out, slick with lube and sugar. Paige turns the favor. She parts Jane's ass with careful thumbs, pushes the speculum wide, fills her with whipped cream, and presses the end of a peeled banana inside until cream and fruit peek back at her. The two eat from each other's bodies, lapping, sucking, fucking, their mouths meeting in between bites, everything wet, sweet, and deliberate.