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?"