Fisting Inferno: Penthouse Pleasures
Caught in the heat of forbidden lust, two wild bridesmaids unleash hellish desires in a luxury high-rise suite. Dive into Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Jump to Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 🔥
Chapter 1: Elevator Edge
The sleek elevator hummed upward, golden lights casting shadows on the mirrored walls. Kendra pressed against the panel, her athletic frame tense, short-cropped black hair slick with a light sheen of sweat from the lobby heatwave. She was 23, toned from endless gym sessions, her olive skin glowing. Across from her, Riley fidgeted, 24, voluptuous with cascading auburn waves down to her full hips, green eyes darting nervously.
“Fuck, Kendra, not here,” Riley whispered, but her voice cracked with excitement. The bachelorette bash downstairs still echoed faintly—laughter, clinking glasses—but up here, in this private ascent to the penthouse suite, they were alone. Kendra’s hand snaked under Riley’s tight black dress, fingers brushing the lace thong wedged between her thick thighs.
The air smelled of Riley’s vanilla perfume mixed with the faint metallic tang of the elevator shaft. Kendra leaned in, lips grazing Riley’s earlobe. “You’ve been teasing me all night, slut. Wiggling that fat ass on the dance floor. Time to pay up.” Her fingers hooked the thong, yanking it aside. Riley gasped, the sound wet and throaty, her pussy already slick.
But Kendra had other plans. She spun Riley around, facing the mirror, hiked the dress over those juicy cheeks. Riley’s ass was a masterpiece—pale, round, dimpled just right. Kendra spat on her fingers, rubbed the saliva into the puckered rosebud winking back. “Spread ’em, bitch.”
Riley obeyed, hands on the rail, arching her back. The elevator dinged softly—floor 15, no stop. Kendra’s middle finger plunged in knuckle-deep, the tight ring clenching like a vice. Hot, velvety walls sucked her in. Riley moaned, forehead pressing the cool mirror, breath fogging it up. The taste of fear and lust hit Kendra’s tongue as she bit her own lip.
“More,” Riley begged, voice muffled. Kendra added a second finger, scissoring roughly, the squelch audible over the hum. Lube? Nah, spit and sweat worked fine. Riley’s hole loosened, greedy, pulling deeper. Kendra twisted, felt the heat radiate.
Ding—floor 28. Doors slid open to empty hallway. They froze, Riley’s ass still impaled. No one. Kendra withdrew, slapped the cheek hard—crack echoing. Red handprint bloomed. “Suite now. I’m gonna wreck that shithole.” 💋
Riley straightened her dress, thong snapped back crooked, ass throbbing. They stumbled out, Kendra’s arm around her waist, possessive. The penthouse door clicked open—opulent, marble floors, city skyline twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.
Chapter 2: Suite Submission
Inside, champagne bottles chilled on ice, rose petals scattered like blood from a fresh wound. But they ignored it all. Kendra shoved Riley onto the king-sized bed, silk sheets whispering under her weight. “Strip. Everything off. Show me that hungry backdoor.”
Riley peeled off the dress, bra snapping free, heavy tits bouncing—nipples hard as pebbles. Naked now, she crawled on all fours, presenting. Kendra stripped slower, savoring, her small perky breasts heaving, shaved pussy glistening. She grabbed the complimentary lotion from the nightstand—thick, unscented, perfect lube sub.
“You packed toys, right? For this hardcore anal fisting fantasy you’ve been yapping about?” Kendra smirked. Riley nodded, rummaging her purse—out came a thick black plug, flared base gleaming, and a slinky bottle of real lube, cherry-scented.
Kendra squirted lube over Riley’s asscrack, watching it trickle down like molten wax. Cold at first, then warming. She worked the plug against the ring, popping the tip in. Riley yelped, the stretch burning sweet. Inch by inch, Kendra twisted it home, base nestling flush against the cheeks.
“Fuck, it bites,” Riley groaned, rocking back. The fullness pulsed inside, pressing nerves alive. Kendra tugged the base, testing—out halfway, then slam back in. Each thrust louder, wetter. Riley’s pussy dripped onto the sheets, untouched.
Kendra knelt behind, tongue darting to lap the juices, salty-sweet tang exploding on her tastebuds. She rimmed the plugged hole, vibrations humming through. “Taste your own ass sweat, whore.” She scooped pussy nectar, fed it to Riley—fingers shoved deep, Riley sucking greedily.
Minutes blurred. Kendra yanked the plug free—pop!—Riley’s hole gaping, pink insides fluttering, lube bubbling out like cum. “Look at that wrecked chute. Beg for my fist.”
“Please, Kendra… fist my ass. Stretch me to breaking.” Riley’s voice raw, desperate.
Chapter 3: Fist Deep Dive 🔥
Kendra coated her right hand, lube dripping in strings, cherry aroma filling the room thick as fog. Riley on her back now, legs hooked over shoulders, ass elevated on pillows. Vulnerable. Kendra hovered her fingers at the entrance—index, middle, ring, pinky tucked.
“Breathe, slut.” First three fingers slid in easy, Riley’s ring yielding like butter. The heat inside gripped, muscles rippling. Kendra pumped slow, curling to hit that spot—Riley bucked, tits jiggling, moans escalating to screams.
“Add the pinky. God, yes!” Riley clawed the sheets, nails shredding fabric. Kendra obliged, four fingers now, thumb stroking clit. The hole yawned wider, lube squelching obscenely. Kendra twisted, felt the resistance at knuckles.
She paused, eyes locked on Riley’s. Sweat beaded on brows, breaths syncing ragged. “You ready for full plunge?” Riley nodded frantic, pushing out. Kendra tucked thumb parallel, pushed—knuckles breaching slow, burning stretch drawing guttural howls.
In. Wrist-deep. Riley’s walls milked the intrusion, pulsing hot. Kendra rotated gently, knuckles dragging velvet walls. “Fuck, your guts are sucking me in. Tight whore-ass.”
Riley thrashed, orgasm building—no touch to front. Kendra balled her fist inside, slow punches against deep walls. Sensations crashed: sight of the wrist disappearing, sound of wet slaps, stench of lube and musk heavy, taste of Riley’s kiss as she leaned down, touch of clenching heat.
“Punch harder! Ruin me!” Riley babbled. Kendra ramped up—fist withdrawing to lips, slamming back. Table lamp rattled. Riley came explosively, ass convulsing around the fist, squirting clear across the bed. Kendra kept fisting through it, milking every spasm.
But then—knock at the door. “Housekeeping!” A voice, muffled. Panic flashed.
Chapter 4: Maid Mayhem
Kendra’s fist still buried, Riley mid-afterglow pant. Knock again—insistent. “Forgot towels? Open up!” The maid, probably mid-40s, Spanish accent thick.
“Shit,” Kendra hissed, twisting free—schlorp!—Riley’s hole prolapsing slightly, rosy donut pulsing air. Lube poured out, pooling sticky on silk. Riley scrambled, grabbing a robe, face flushed beet-red.
Kendra hid the plug under pillow, snatched Riley’s thong—damp, musky—crumpled it. “Quick, bend over.” Riley did, ass up. Kendra shoved the thong deep into the gaping chute, fingers packing it tight. Riley whimpered, fabric scraping sensitive walls.
Then the lube bottle—no, plug! Kendra jammed it back, base sealing the panty-stuffed hole. Riley bit her fist to stifle cry. Kendra tossed a towel over the wet spot, yanked on shorts.
Door cracked open. Maid—Rosa, name tag said—pushed cart, eyes narrowing at the disheveled pair. Room reeked of sex, windows fogged. “Towels?” Rosa eyed Riley, bent awkward over bed, robe slipping.
“Uh, yeah, clumsy me—tripped,” Riley lied, voice hoarse. Ass throbbed fire-hot around intruder, heartbeat pounding in her ring. Rosa snorted, handed towels. “You chicas party hard, eh? Clean up good.” She glanced at the floor—puddle glistening. Kendra blocked view.
“We got it. Thanks.” Door shut. They collapsed laughing, then groaning. “That was close,” Riley said, clenching—thong shifting inside, naughty fullness.
Flashback hit Kendra: Earlier, poolside at the hotel. Bikini-clad Riley had whispered confessions—years of solo fisting in dorms, craving a partner. That’s what sparked this penthouse lesbian ass destruction.
Chapter 5: Shower Salvation
Post-chaos, they stripped again, hit the marble shower—steam rising, water cascading hot. Kendra eased the plug out—Riley sighed relief—thong tumbling wet into drain, stained with ass cream. “Taste it?” Kendra dangled it. Riley sucked, eyes watering at bitter tang.
Under spray, Kendra soaped Riley’s wrecked hole, fingers probing gentle. Four slipped easy now, ruined loose. “My fist slut forever.” Riley ground back, water sluicing down cracks.
New heat built. Kendra dropped to knees, tongue spearing the soapy gape, clean musky flavor. Riley fingered herself, tits pressed glass door. “Fist me again—here.”
Kendra stood, relubed with shower gel—slippery foam. Bent Riley forward, one leg up. Fist glided in effortless, wrist-deep quick. Pounding under water—splashes masking slaps. Riley screamed free now, echoes bouncing tiles.
“Deeper! Own my bowels!” Kendra obliged, elbow nearly kissing cheeks. Riley exploded again, body quaking, nails raking Kendra’s arm. They switched—Riley’s tentative fist in Kendra’s virgin-tight ass, stretching new limits. Pain-pleasure blur.
Dried off, they lounged balcony, city lights blurring. Asses tender, bonded deeper. “Tomorrow, bring friends?” Kendra teased. Riley grinned wicked. Night air cooled burning holes.
But dawn brought more—room service knock. Riley clenched, plug forgotten in drawer. New game begun. 🔥
Chapter 6: Balcony Breaking Point 💋
Dawn light pierced the suite, but sleep evaded. Riley woke first, ass a dull ache, delicious reminder. Kendra snored softly, fist unclenched beside her. Riley slipped out, grabbed the lube, plug. Balcony called—private, high above streets, faint honks below.
Cool breeze kissed her naked skin as she leaned rail, lubing the plug generous. She worked it in solo, moaning wind-whipped. Base seated, she rocked, tits swaying free. City watched unknowing.
Kendra stirred, joined nude. “Risky bitch.” She pressed behind, hands cupping tits, pinching rough. Fingers teased plug base, yanking playful. “Want double?” From purse—another toy, slimmer vibe.
Riley bent rail, ass presented skyline. Kendra lubed vibe, nudged beside plug—stretch insane. Two intruders. Riley howled, grip white-knuckled. Vibe buzzed alive, vibrations humming deep.
Kendra fisted her pussy now—juices flowing, mixing lube rivers. “Cum for the city, whore.” Riley shattered, spray arcing over rail, lost in wind. Kendra caught drops on tongue, salty fresh.
Switch: Riley fisted Kendra’s ass first-time proper—slow breach, knuckles pop. Kendra’s squats paid off; she took it greedy. “Pound my shitter!” Riley did, brutal, balcony shaking faint.
Climax crashed mutual, bodies slick sweat-dew. Collapsed cushions, plugged anew. “Our secret paradise.” But elevator dinged distant—more maids? Adventure endless.
Word count stretched reality’s edge—pleasure infinite, holes forever changed. They dressed slow, asses protesting fabric, heading downstairs transformed. Bachelorette continued, but true party? Here, fists-deep always. 🔥
