Two Dirty Talking Lesbians Do Kinky Ass Play

Magda’s apartment was warm and a little messy, the way it always got after a long day at the shop. The 32-year-old tattoo artist had already washed the ink off her hands, but blackwork still crawled up both forearms, and the smell of soap clung to her skin. She stood barefoot in the kitchen when the door opened and Simone walked in, 29, off shift from the bar, hair still pinned up, a bag of toys slung over one shoulder like she had been carrying the night in her fist.

They had been fucking for months. No dates, no soft pretending. Just two women who liked their mouths filthy and their holes used.

“Been wet thinking about your ass since noon,” Simone said, dropping the bag on the table. Glass and silicone knocked together. “I kept picturing you bent over, hole shiny, begging me to stretch it until it stayed open.”

Magda’s mouth went dry in the good way. She stepped in close, one hand on Simone’s hip, the other sliding down to squeeze the round of her ass through her pants. “You’ve got a filthy mouth for a bartender. Say the rest. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Simone laughed, low and mean. “I want your tongue in my asshole. I want your whole hand in there. I want you gaping me until I can’t close it, and then I want to do worse to you. Every toy in that bag. Every nasty thing we’ve been talking about and never quite finished.”

Magda pressed her forehead to Simone’s and breathed her in. Citrus, smoke, heat. “Good. Because I’ve been walking around all day with my cunt throbbing and my ass clenching on nothing, thinking about how greedy you get when something thick is working you open. I want that tight little shithole worshiped until you’re shaking. I want to hear you beg for fingers, then a fist, then whatever else I decide you can take.”

Simone’s hands were already under Magda’s shirt, palms hot on her ribs. “Then stop talking like you’re going to be gentle. I don’t want gentle. I want you nasty. I want you telling me I’m a dirty anal slut while you ruin me, and I want to say it right back when it’s your turn.”

“Deal,” Magda said. Her voice had gone rough. “Clothes off. Bed. We go as deep as we both want, and we don’t stop until we’re both wrecked.”

They stripped each other in the short hallway, not hurrying so much as getting meaner with every layer. Magda dragged Simone’s tank top over her head and bit the slope of her shoulder. Simone yanked Magda’s pants down and palmed her bare ass, spreading her with both hands so cool air hit the cleft.

“Look at that,” Simone muttered. “Already clenching. You want it bad.”

“I want your tongue in it,” Magda growled, turning her and walking her backward toward the bedroom. “I want to tongue-fuck that pretty asshole until you’re dripping down your own thighs and begging me to stop teasing. And you’re not getting off easy. You said every toy. Plug, strap, the thick one that makes you swear. All of it. I want your holes stuffed and your mouth running the whole time.”

Simone’s panties hit the floor. She was already slick between her legs, the dark hair there damp. “Then get me on that bed and do it. I’m not going to be polite. I’m going to tell you exactly how nasty I want it, and you’re going to give it to me.”

They dropped onto the mattress together, kissing hard, teeth and tongue, hands everywhere. Magda rolled Simone onto her stomach and hauled her hips up. Simone went willingly, chest down, ass high, knees spread. The lamp painted her skin gold. Her asshole was a tight dark star between her cheeks, and Magda stared at it like she was starving.

“Lube,” Simone said, voice already shaky with want. “Lots. And don’t you dare go quiet on me.”

Magda grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, slicked her fingers, and spread Simone open with both thumbs. “Quiet’s not happening. Look at this greedy little hole. You’ve been thinking about getting it eaten all day, haven’t you? Filthy girl. Hold still and let me taste you.”

She leaned in and licked a long, wet stripe from Simone’s cunt up over her asshole. Simone jerked and swore. Magda did it again, slower, flatter, then settled her mouth right on that tight ring and worked her tongue in circles. Spit shone on the skin. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the center and pushed, patient and dirty, until the muscle fluttered and gave her a little.

“Fuck,” Simone gasped. “Right there. Eat my ass. Don’t be nice about it.”

Magda growled into her and tongue-fucked her in short, sloppy strokes, pulling back to spit and then diving in again. The sound was wet and obscene. She reached under and rubbed Simone’s clit with two fingers while her tongue kept working that hole open.

“Listen to you,” Magda said against her. “Moaning like a greedy anal slut. You love having your shithole worshiped. You love being spread and licked until you can’t think. Say it.”

“I love it,” Simone panted. “I love your tongue in my dirty hole. Deeper. Get it in me. I want to feel nasty.”

Magda obliged, fucking her with her tongue until Simone’s thighs shook, then pulled back and pushed one slick finger in beside the heat of her mouth. The ring gripped and then yielded. A second finger followed, slow, twisting, scissoring. Simone pushed back onto them with a broken sound.

“More,” she demanded. “You said you’d stretch me. Do it. I can take it. I want your hand.”

“Greedy,” Magda said, and she sounded pleased. She added a third finger, working lube in with every thrust, watching the pink rim cling and shine. Simone’s cunt was dripping onto the sheets. Magda curled her fingers, stroked the thin wall from inside her ass, and felt Simone clench hard.

“Oh god, yes. Like that. Call me what I am.”

“You’re a filthy little ass slut,” Magda said, fucking her steadily. “You want this hole used. You want it gaped. Four now. Breathe and take it.”

The fourth finger made Simone cry out, but she nodded hard into the pillow and pushed back. Magda tucked her thumb, poured more lube, and worked the widest part of her hand against that clutching ring. Simone was shaking, swearing, begging in a rush.

“Do it. Fist me. I want your whole hand in my ass. I want to feel stuffed and owned. Please, Magda, please, don’t stop talking.”

“I’ve got you,” Magda said, voice low and filthy. “Relax that greedy shithole and let me in. That’s it. Open up for me, you nasty girl. Take my fist.”

The muscle gave. Her hand slid in to the wrist in one slow, incredible push, and Simone screamed into the mattress, not in pain but in shock and pleasure so sharp it sounded like both. Magda held still, buried, feeling the hot clutch all around her fist, then began to rock, tiny movements, letting Simone fuck herself on it.

“Holy fuck,” Simone sobbed. “You’re in me. Your whole hand is in my ass. Don’t pull out. Move. Make me come on it.”

Magda fucked her with short, deep strokes, the other hand busy on her clit, mouth running the whole time. “Look at you taking a fist like you were made for it. Gaping around my wrist. Drooling on the sheets. Come for me, slut. Come with my hand in your dirty hole.”

Simone came hard, ass clamping, cunt gushing, voice cracking on Magda’s name and a string of filth. Magda worked her through it, then eased out slowly, watching the rim stay open a moment, pink and used, before it fluttered shut. She kissed the small of Simone’s back, still breathing hard.

“Your turn to wreck me,” she said. “I want that strap. I want it mean.”

Simone rolled over, face flushed, eyes bright and wrecked and hungry. She wiped her mouth, grabbed the harness, and buckled the thick black cock into place with shaking hands. It was heavy, realistic, already gleaming with lube she smeared on in rough strokes.

“On your knees,” she said. “Ass up. I want to see that hole before I own it.”

Magda got into doggy, cheek on her folded arms, back arched. Simone spread her and spat, then rubbed the head of the strap against her asshole until Magda was pushing back and swearing.

“Talk,” Magda ordered. “Tell me what you’re going to do to my ass.”

“I’m going to fuck this tight hole until it gapes,” Simone said, and she pushed in, slow and relentless, the thick shaft stretching Magda open inch by inch. “I’m going to pound you in this position until you can’t hold yourself up. You’re going to take every bit of this cock in your ass and thank me for ruining you.”

Magda groaned, long and low, as the strap seated deep. The burn flipped into fullness fast. Simone gripped her hips and started to thrust, wet sounds filling the room, the harness slapping skin.

“Fuck, yes. Deeper. Harder. Stretch me.”

“Greedy hole,” Simone panted, fucking her steady and rough. “Listen to it. Sucking me in. You love getting your ass owned. You love being my dirty little fucktoy while I tell you how wide I’m going to leave you. Take it. Take all of it.”

They stayed like that until Magda was shaking, then Simone pulled out, leaving her clenching on air, and flipped her onto her back. She shoved a slick plug into Magda’s cunt and pushed the strap back into her ass, filling both holes at once. Magda’s eyes rolled. Simone fucked the strap in short, grinding strokes while the plug pressed everything tighter.

“Double stuffed,” Simone said, delighted and mean. “Cunt full, ass full, and you still want more. Look at you. Nasty girl. You going to come like this?”

“Yes. Don’t stop. Talk filthier.”

“I’m going to pull this cock out and watch your asshole gape,” Simone said, thrusting harder. “Then I’m going to fist you the way you fisted me. I’m going to get my whole hand in that used hole and make you scream. You want that? You want your shithole stretched around my fist while that plug stays in your cunt?”

“I want it,” Magda gasped. “Do it. Fist my ass. I can take it. I want to come on your hand.”

Simone eased the strap out. Magda’s rim clung, then fluttered open, shiny and slack for a second. Simone slicked her hand to the wrist, tucked her thumb, and pressed in while the plug stayed seated in Magda’s cunt. The stretch was enormous. Magda grabbed the sheets and nodded, breathless, urging her on with broken words.

“In. All the way. Fuck, Simone, your hand—yes—own my hole—”

Simone sank in to the wrist and held there, awed and vicious. “You’re taking my fist. Both holes stuffed. You look ruined. Come on, baby, fuck yourself on it. Show me what a greedy anal slut does when she’s full.”

Magda rocked, the plug shifting, the fist filling her so deep she could barely breathe around the pleasure. Simone curled her fingers just enough and rubbed her clit with her free hand, and Magda came with a raw scream, ass clamping so hard Simone groaned, cunt pulsing around the plug, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

They didn’t stop. Simone pulled out carefully, and Magda, still trembling, shoved her onto her back, legs up, and went back to her ass with her mouth first—long, sloppy licks over the loosened rim—then fingers, then the strap in her cunt while three fingers, then four, worked her ass again. They switched and switched: Simone on her side with a dildo in her pussy and Magda’s tongue in her ass; Magda riding the strap backward while Simone reached around to finger her already-fucked hole and whisper about how wide she was; both of them on their knees, trading the fist, lube everywhere, voices hoarse from calling each other sluts and holes and filthy begging things.

Simone came a second time with Magda’s fist rocking inside her and a toy buzzing against her clit, screaming into Magda’s shoulder. Magda came again when Simone got the strap back in her ass and slapped her thigh and told her to gape for it, to show how owned she was, to take it like the dirty girl she was. The orgasms rolled through them ugly and perfect, sweat and lube and spit, until neither of them could hold a position anymore.

They collapsed facing each other on the wrecked sheets, chests heaving, holes still fluttering, skin slick. Magda lifted her fingers, shiny from Simone’s ass, and Simone caught her wrist and licked them clean with slow, filthy strokes of her tongue, eyes locked on Magda’s. Magda did the same to Simone’s hand, sucking the taste of her own ass off those fingers, humming at the nastiness of it.

“Next time,” Simone said, voice shredded, “I want both fists. I want you gaping me on the couch with the lights on, then bending over so I can fuck the strap into that loose hole until you squirt and can’t close it.”

Magda smiled, sharp and spent and already hungry again. She dragged her wet fingers down between Simone’s cheeks, pressed two of them back into that soft, used rim, and spoke the last filthy thing against her mouth.

“Next time I’m leaving this greedy shithole gaped and dripping, stuffed with my fist and a toy, while you beg me not to let it close.”