Three women sat around a kitchen table after midnight, bottles of wine half-empty, clothes loose, the air thick with smoke and the kind of talk that only happens when nobody’s sober enough to lie. Lena started it, leaning forward so her tits nearly spilled out of her tank top. “I fucked my neighbor last week,” she said, voice flat and filthy. “Bent over his balcony railing while his wife was at work. He grabbed my hair, slammed into me so hard the whole building could hear the slap of his balls on my ass. I came twice before he pulled out and painted my back.”
Mia laughed, low and dirty, and took over. “That’s cute. I let two guys take me at once last month. One in my mouth, the other pounding my cunt like he wanted to break it. They switched holes without asking. I tasted my own pussy on the second cock while the first one stretched my ass. Couldn’t walk straight the next day and didn’t care.”
Sara’s hand was already under the table, rubbing slow circles over her jeans. “Keep going,” she said. “Tell me everything.”
Lena didn’t need more prompting. “He kept calling me a dirty little whore while he fucked me. Said I was made for taking cock on balconies. I told him to shut up and fuck harder. He did. Came so deep I felt it leak down my thighs all the way home.”
Mia slid her chair closer to Sara. “You like that, don’t you? Hearing how we get used.” She reached over and undid Sara’s jeans without asking. “Tell your story while I play with your clit.”
Sara’s breath hitched but she didn’t stop her. “I let my boss fuck me on his desk after hours. Skirt up, panties ripped off, legs spread wide while he ate me like he was starving. Then he stood up and shoved his cock straight in. No slow start. Just hard, fast strokes that made the desk shake. I came so loud the cleaning crew probably heard. He didn’t stop. Kept going until he filled me up, then made me lick him clean.”
Mia’s fingers were inside Sara’s panties now, stroking wet folds. “You’re soaked. Keep talking.”
Lena stood and came around the table, pulling her tank top off. Her nipples were tight. She pushed Sara’s head down toward her chest. “Suck while you tell us the rest.”
Sara’s mouth closed around Lena’s nipple, tongue working while Mia fingered her harder. Between gasps she kept going. “Next day he bent me over the conference table in front of the window. Said anyone walking by could see. I didn’t care. I pushed back on his cock and begged for it deeper. He spanked me red and came in my mouth this time. Made me swallow every drop.”
Mia pulled her hand free, licked her fingers, and stood. “My turn to get fucked while you two watch.” She stripped fast, bent over the table, and looked back at Lena. “Use your fingers first. Get me ready for that strap-on you keep bragging about.”
Lena grinned, grabbed the toy from the drawer, and strapped it on. She spat on Mia’s pussy, rubbed the head of the thick silicone cock against her entrance, then shoved in deep with one thrust.
Mia groaned, forehead pressed to the wood. “Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Sara watched, hand between her own legs again, while Lena pounded into Mia from behind. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. Mia reached back and spread herself wider. “Tell another story, Sara. Make it dirtier.”
Sara’s voice was shaky with arousal. “I once let three men run a train on me at a party. First one fucked my pussy while the others watched and stroked. Second took my ass. Third made me ride him while cum leaked out of both holes. They kept passing me around until I couldn’t come anymore. Just lay there twitching while they used me.”
Lena slammed harder into Mia, one hand fisting her hair. “You’re such a filthy slut for listening to that.”
Mia came with a shout, body shaking. Lena didn’t stop until she’d wrung every tremor out of her, then pulled out and looked at Sara. “Your turn on the table.”
They switched places. Sara climbed up, legs spread, and Lena slid the strap-on back into her without warning. Sara’s back arched. Mia leaned in and sucked on her clit while Lena fucked her. The three of them moved together, raw and loud, swapping filthy details between moans until all three had come hard and the table was slick.
When they finally slowed, breathing heavy, Lena wiped sweat from her face and grinned. “Same time next week. Bring new stories.”
Mia nodded, already reaching for the wine again. “And maybe more toys.”
Sara just laughed, low and satisfied, already thinking about what she’d do before then so she’d have something even filthier to share. The night wasn’t over, and neither were the girls stories about sex.
