Lust Connection by Justice Jacobs

Tags: trans, oral, anal, threesome, flash fiction



"Ready to fuck?" Sasha sauntered into her study, a camcorder in
one hand and wrenching her banana-like cock methodically with the
other. She paused behind Yolanda at the computer desk, turning
the camera on the back of her head. Sasha lowered the camcorder
and leaned over Yolanda's shoulder, squinting at the flat panel
illuminating the darkness. "Letter writing is a lost art."

"Email is quicker." Yolanda clicked out the browser.

Turning her chair, Yolanda's eyes locked onto Sasha's aroused
t-girl cock. It'd only been four months since they 'worked'
together, but her dick looked more magnificent. Her cock curved
at a delectable 9½ inches, same as Yolanda's, and was
impressively thick.

Yolanda fucked women for pleasure or paycheck. When she dealt
with dick that wasn't her own--she had eyes only for Sasha's
masterpiece--if the numerals were correct. And it was correct
enough to coax her out of retirement for another last hurrah. The
duo were slated to fuck some eighteen year old slut for Wanton
Hustle's web exclusive series: 'SISTAHSCREWBITCHES'.

Sasha raised the camera and squinted at Yolanda through its lens.
Smirking, she said, "Send another love letter to an adoring fan?
Don't they know I'm the production's face now? The much prettier
face now?"

"I'm always gonna be head bitch," Yolanda said, turning on the
lamp beside the computer monitor. "One: You ain't never gonna be
prettier. Two: I was emailing my daughter. She's going through
shit with her mother and is running here to live with me until
she gets her own place."

"She don't know how you living now, right?"

Yolanda exhaled then shook her head. "Her mom is too embarrassed
and I never had the heart. Can't tell her no since the email was
dated yesterday. I'm just now seeing it."

"She know where you live?"

"Yeah." Yolanda nodded. "Before she showed me how email
worked--we kept in touch via the 'lost arts'. I replied to her
email: 'Welcome to Morley. I'll take care of you.' She said she'd
leave Irvine asap. She's been at odds with her mother since she
hit puberty. Amazing how a tramp-stamp can fuck everything up."

"What you mean?" Sasha asked, lowering the camera again and
raising an eyebrow.
Yolanda noticed Sasha had stopped stroking her cock and that it
was almost flaccid. She'd confront her daughter later. Right now
she had dick to suck and pussy to fuck.

Yolanda pointed at the camcorder. "What bitch you drag off the
street for this?"

"Met her at a motel last night. Her pussy is scrumptious and she
can suck a mean dick."

"When she coming?"

Sasha stared at the time on the computer screen: 10:28PM.
"Soonish."

"Never seen her outside diapers," Yolanda said, sweeping her
palms across her face and sighing.

Sasha turned when she heard knocking. "No pictures?" she asked as
moved to answer the door.

Yolanda stood and followed. Rolling her eyes, she scoffed,
"Camera Shy."

"Probably ugly," Sasha said as she peered through the peephole.
In the hallway stood a curvaceous, caramel-coated beauty in a
half-zipped pink fleece and faded denim. Sasha slid the deadbolt
and opened the door. "Lisa Luscious?"

The girl looked from her Blackberry at Sasha. Her freckled cheeks
dimpling, she said with her grin, "Decided upon 'Sinful
Sinclair'."

"How sinful can you be?" Sasha inquired with a grin of her own.
Grabbing Sinclair's wrist, she escorted her into the study,
spinning her so they stood face-to-face. "You down for 'Three's
Company', sexy?"

"Sure," Sinclair said, smiling at Yolanda, who closed the door
and approached. "Two dicks are better anyway."

"I want your ass." Sasha fondled Sinclair's left buttock then
slapped it, chuckling as sauntered over to a tripod, started the
camcorder, and positioned it. "You not camera shy?"

Sinclair placed her Pearl in her fleece pocket. "N-not really..."
she replied before stripping off her top and exposing her bare
breasts.

"Just right," Yolanda said, cupping Sinclair's small breasts and
manipulating them. She kissed a path to the nipples then suckled
each attentively.

Sinclair moaned, dropped her fleece, and embraced Yolanda. She
massaged the crotch of Yolanda's panties as she kissed her
shoulder and neck. Yolanda's cock hardened and surfaced, and
Sinclair caressed it.

Sasha snatched her dick, jerking it as she tugged Sinclair's
jeans and used her available hand to tickle the cleft of
Sinclair's ass. She lubricated her forefinger with saliva,
gingerly penetrated Sinclair's puckered virgin hole, and then
swirled.

Sinclair gasped then moaned approval as Sasha's finger probed
deeper. She hugged Yolanda tighter and hammered her cock harder,
sucking Yolanda's earlobe to cope with pain and pleasure.

Yolanda backed away and secured her own cock. Then she dick-fed
Sinclair all nine inches after Sasha bent her over and began
pounding her ass. She rammed firm yet deliberate pelvic thrusts
into Sinclair's mouth, withdrawing occasionally to allow Sinclair
to suck instead of swallow.

Sasha, who had two handfuls of Sinclair's ghettolicious booty,
groaned as matched the serpentine undulations of Sinclair's
midsection. She snaked her hands off Sinclair's bouncing
buttocks, restraining and calculating her thrusts to avoid
premature meltdown--too late. Sasha pulled out her ass and a shot
a thick stream of cum onto Sinclair's lower back--the site of a
tribal tramp-stamp.

"Swallow," Yolanda ordered, yanking her dick out Sinclair's mouth
and jerking. She came on her tongue, chin, and breasts.

Sasha chuckled as she plucked cash from her purse. "You lived up
to your name."

"Thanks." Sinclair adjusted her jeans then stuffed her payment in
a pocket. "I really needed this..." she bent over to grab her
fleece, exposing her tattoo to Yolanda. "I'd like to get my own
place. I'm here to stay with daddy till then." Sinclair slipped
on her top then glanced at the shemale duo. "Why are you looking
at me like that?"
