Life as a good little girl/Forgetting your clothes you text Tiff. Or you think you do...
From Create Your Own Story
Forgetting entirely your original reason for needing the phone an all-consuming need overcomes you. A need to brag about how slutty you've been. Well, an edited version of it. No need to mention your step-brother.
It's not entirely a surprise to see Tiffany's name in the list of your brother's contacts. They're closer in age than you and Tiff are, and honestly, from Tiffany's stories how many guys don't have her number?
With a wildly shaking finger you stab down on the phone, tapping as soon as the screen changes.
"I just begged a guy to fuck my ass!" you text, grinning.
"WTF?" is the almost immediate response.
"It was awesome. My pussy..." you pause, backtrack and change pussy to "cunt was so wet, but he came just before I could."
"Pussy? Who is this?"
A giggle escapes you, and you switch to the camera, snapping a few selfies of your cum-streaked hair, a blob or two in your hair like highlights. Then you take some pictures of your swollen, wet pussy with a line of white bisecting it from the cum that ran between your moist lips. Then you roll over onto your knees and take a bunch of pictures of your ass.
For a moment you admire the pictures, looking for the best, but the phone reminds you that Tiffany is texting you, probably demanding details. Selecting almost all of the pictures you send them off to her, figuring pictures are the best proof.
After sending the pictures you wait, wanting to see her response, wanting to rub yourself between your legs. You stay on all fours, fighting the urge to touch yourself, wanting someone else to do it for you instead.
At last the phone makes a sound and a message comes in.
"Stephi? Mark's Stephi?"
"Duh," you text back. Is Tiff teasing you, or is she just surprised that you're using your brother's phone? Shrugging you start typing, so engrossed in your tale that you can barely concentrate on anything other than tapping the right keys and rubbing your thighs together, wishing Mark had held out for another minute.
"I totally whored myself out. Again. This guy had something I wanted so I did what I always do. I said he could bang my ass as hard as he wanted if he'd give me what I wanted. I almost came, but he didn't last long. Too bad he didn't have friends. Haha."
Panting a little, clenching and unclenching your butt, you bite your lip in both unfulfilled lust and a little angst. Are you being slutty enough to impress Tiffany? Or do you need something else to really sell it and impress her big time?
"I'll fuck your ass," she responds. You blink, totally surprised, and immediately turned on as much as you were when Mark was inside you.
"Really?" you type back, thankful spell check can fix gibberish. The thought of you and a naked Tiffany almost makes you cum, even if she is wearing a giant strap-on. How do you respond to something like that? "Hard? With something big, right?" is all you can think of, adding belatedly. "Where? When?"
"You are such a slut!"
"Amen. Biggest slut in the city."
"Tonight."
"I can convince my parents to let me stay out all night. A sleep-over. You can do me all night long," you offer, grinning wildly. You're sure you can convince Tiff to let you have a go with the strap-on after a while.
"Make yourself as slutty as possible," Tiffany instructs. "Then meet me at the park with the broken lights. ASAP."
Grinning you roll out of bed, not noticing the big wet spot you've left, and run back to Mark's room, barrelling through the door. You stop frozen as you realize he's masturbating again to a movie of some young slut bent over like a jacknife while her ass gets plowed. Too aroused and thinking only of your meeting with Tiffany you toss the phone his way.
"I'm staying over at Tiffany's tonight!" you tell him, laughing as he jumps, fumbling to turn off the monitor. Running back to your room you immediately try to figure out what to wear, your clothing dilemma barely registering as you try to assemble an outfit from scraps.
