Dyke Bar 4: Wet T-shirt Contest!

Mistress Kara’s dyke bar is packed, every seat taken for the annual wet t-shirt throw-down. Bella Rossi, Chanel Preston, and Arabelle Raphael stand on the bar, chests soaking wet, nipples hard under clingy cotton. Bella slaps first. Her open palm cracks across Chanel’s ass, leaving a red print that doesn’t fade. Arabelle grabs the riding crop from the shelf and swings it down hard on Bella’s thighs. Each strike lands sharp and loud. Mistress Kara watches from the corner, strap-on already buckled on, eyes narrowed. She picks the winner and the other two bend the loser over the bar. One girl spreads cheeks; another drips lube straight onto a tight hole. Mistress Kara pushes in—slow, then deep—while a second strap-on slides into the front. The double penetration rocks the body between them, tits swinging, breath ragged. Faces bury between thighs. Tongues work fast. Fingers curl, knuckles disappear. Someone gets hauled onto the bar top and sat on until she shakes. Another girl gets her wrists bound behind her back with a leather belt. The crop keeps swinging. Every slap leaves its mark. Moans turn into shouts. Bodies glisten, slick with sweat and spit. The bar smells like sex and leather. No one leaves until every last orgasm is wrung out and dripping.