Juicy Journalism 06

Hi, my name is Anabelle Joy. I'm a journalist reporting on anything and everything to do with intimacy and pleasure. Please enjoy the stories about my ventures into the world of temptation and sex parties.

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It's already busy on the barge. I see a colourful group of people dancing on the beats of the dubstep blasting from the speakers. I steady myself as the barge pushes away from the docks and starts moving.

I make my way through the enthusiastic crowd. My eyes fall on a woman at the front. She's completely covered with body paint, a thin layer of pink and a cacophony of flowers the only thing she's wearing. I'm almost hypnotised by the fine curve of her firm, round ass cheeks. Her nipples are taped off with stickers in the shape of a cock. She follows my gaze to her chest and laughs.

"They're to indicate that I love all bodies. People think lesbians are man-haters. So not true. I like women, not men, but cocks can be wonderful too. Real and plastic ones. A beautiful woman with a strap-on..." She laughs again. There are cute dimples on her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I always get visual real fast. I'm Jessa. And you?"

"Anabelle Joy, pleasure to meet you, Jessa. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?"

We continue talking animatedly. She elaborates on her life. "Hey, if you're feeling like it, there's a party in Club Coocoo after this. Very atmospheric and intimate. I think you can appreciate that. You're not only into men, right?" she asks at last.

I smile and feel the blush warm my cheeks. "No, for some women I make an exception."

Jessa observes me intently from under her long lashes. There's a twinkle in her eye. "Let us get a drink," she says.

We move towards the bar. Without asking, she orders us both a pina colada. Jessa starts to dance, slow but confident. There are other dancers and other girls with bodypaint yet Jessa is the only one I've attention for. She watches me with a mischievous look and sucks on her straw. "I think you're sexy," she says while placing her hand on my hip, "can I touch you?"

I lean forward to say in her ear, "You can touch me anywhere."

I feel her hand slide under my skirt. She caresses my thighs and teases me by pulling on the edges of my thong.

"I'm wonna finger you," she whispers in my ear. "Can I?"

In the middle of all these people? Fuck, that's horny. I exaggerate in my nodding because I'm so turned on.

The thin fabric of my thong is getting wet. Her fingers touch me lovingly. Mmmh, she must surely feel how excited she makes me. I gyrate my hips while she slides my thong aside and spreads my lips with her fingers. I spread my legs. Delightful...

"I see you're enjoying yourself, Anabelle!" It's Maddy, the PR for this event. She contacted me after reading some of my work. Is she onto us? She doesn't notice Jessa fingering me... right? Her eyes betray that she does. "Don't hold back for me," she says when I blush, "this event is for you too. I hope you write something good about us!" She leans into me and adds softly in my ear, "And if I can have my own personal party with you later, I'm happy as can be." Maddy winks and leaves.

Turning around, Jessa is smiling widely. She casually finishes her work, expertly moving her fingers in and around my pussy. I come hard on her fingers, traces of my juices clear along her forearm where the pink paint has partially been washed away. We continue dancing, laughing, and drinking for the next couple of hours. But only one thing is on my mind. I want to go further with Jessa, I want her tongue on my clitoris.

We reach the end point of the boat trip which is also the end of the event. I look around for someone to ask some final questions when Maddy wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close as if we're long-time friends. "Anabelle! I was looking for you. Will I see you at the party in Club Coocoo? I have some things to get in order and then I'm there. I'll call you, alright?"

I find Jessa again and follow her to the party seemingly everyone but me knew about. The interior is already filled with people in undergarments moving to the beats. It's dark, but the deep red light makes the place feel warm. The atmosphere somehow makes me want to explore Jessa's body even more. She lets her eyes wander across my clothes. "They can come off. In fact, they have to, it's the dress code. Clothes are forbidden. Naked or underwear. Up to you," she smirks, the fire in her eyes betraying she's hoping for the former. "Incredible," she says when I'm standing in front of her in my lingerie. "Very sexy." I smile at the compliment.

We move to the music. I can't keep my eyes off Jessa. Our bodies are entwined, rubbing against each other. I grab her ass, soft and firm... And her breasts. Her nipples are stiff. Our tongues find each other as if on their own. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. I want her. I slither my hand down her body in search of her pussy. Mmmh, so soft and warm. I make circles around her clitoris and hear her moan. Then I slide a finger inside. She's soaked. Heavenly soaked. She steps back and looks at me with hungry eyes.

"I know a spot, come," she breathes with a heaving chest.

We make our way along naked bodies. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag. It's Maddy. I answer and make arrangements with her. To Jessa I say, "Wait up, we've more company. I thought you might like it. It's Maddy, you know..."

Jessa presses her body against mine. "So I'm not enough for you, rascal? I want you all to myself for just a moment. Come here." She pushes me against the wall and rubs her crotch against mine, her wet folds soaking my thong. Who am I kidding? It was already wet from my own juices. I feel her heat through the thin fabric. Her fingers apply pressure on my clit. I stare into her eyes as I moan.

"You're making me crazy, Jessa, you know that?" I whimper. "I want your pussy."

"Let's see if your friend is here," Jessa says, but keeps me pinned to the wall a moment longer. Her dominance excites me. She lifts her hands and inserts her fingers in my mouth. I taste myself.

I see Maddy in the crowd and beckon her over. The three of us go upstairs. We don't need any words to understand what's happening. Jessa kisses me passionately. Maddy stands behind me and kneads my ass cheeks. Jessa's fingers find my hottest and wettest spot again.

"I'm eating you out," she says, kneeling and pulling my thong down to my ankles. I close my eyes and feel how her tongue parts my folds and runs up and down my pussy. She straightens it and probes it inside me like a tiny cock.

Maddy's hands are all over my body. They caress my neck. Stroke my sides. Squeeze my tits. Then there's a wet finger on my asshole. She pushes gently. "I want to fuck your ass," she coos, "with my finger or my tongue."

I nod and sense my tightness contracting around her first digit. She wraps her arm around me and places her hand on my throat, not to choke but to establish her dominance. She turns me around and I lift her top. Her breasts are stunning, full and supple. I reach down to remove her skirt. Meanwhile, Jessa is licking my asshole. I feel it in my entire being. I'm not sure how long I can keep going...

There's a couch to which Maddy leads us. She pulls me into her lap, legs wide. Our pussies rub perfectly against each other. Aah, she has her clitoris pierced, the cold metal bead poking mine. Fuck, it's thrilling.

Jessa steps onto the couch, her ass in Maddy's face and her pussy in mine. I delve my tongue into her wet folds. I lick her wildly while gyrating my pussy against Maddy's at the same pace. The sound of our wet pussies fills the space...

Never mind how long I can keep going... I want this to never end...

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