Silver & Yellow: After the Awards
With Hilary Duff and Natalie Lind
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, 69ing, Blowjob, Rimjob, Titty Fuck
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The 52nd American Music Awards in Las Vegas had wrapped up hours earlier, but the night refused to end. It was well past two AM when I found myself in a sprawling penthouse suite at the Bellagio — one of those chaotic, invite-only after-after parties hosted by a big-name producer. The red carpet had been electric, the performances loud, but now it was just the hardcore lingerers: a handful of musicians, models, and industry insiders riding the last waves of champagne and adrenaline.
I was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, scanning the room with that familiar late-night boredom when I spotted them. Hilary Duff in her shimmering silver sequined gown, and Natalie Lind in that eye-catching electric yellow mini dress with the oversized satin coat slipping off her shoulders. Both had been impossible to miss earlier in the night — Hilary’s deep V-neck silver dress hugging her curves on the carpet, Natalie’s tight yellow number showing off her incredible body. Now, post-show, they looked even more relaxed and dangerously alluring. Their hair was a little looser, makeup still flawless, laughter coming easier as they chatted near the windows overlooking the Strip.
Our eyes met across the suite. First Hilary’s bright green eyes, then Natalie’s warm brown ones. They exchanged a quick glance, then both smiled in that knowing way. Hilary tilted her head toward the hallway, and Natalie gave a subtle nod. My heartbeat jumped. I set my drink down and walked over.
“You two look like you’re ready to ditch the small talk too,” I said, keeping it light.
Hilary laughed softly. “These things always go too long. We were just saying the same thing.”
Natalie’s eyes sparkled. “Come with us. We know a quieter spot.”
We slipped out together into the plush Bellagio hallway, the thick carpet muffling our steps. The elevator ride down one floor was already charged with a new, intimate energy. Hilary stood on my left, her hip brushing against mine, while Natalie pressed close on my right, the cool silk of her coat sleeve whispering against my arm. The moment the bronze doors slid shut, hands began to wander. Hilary turned my face toward hers and kissed me — a deep, practiced kiss that tasted of champagne and mint. At the same time, Natalie’s fingers slid beneath my jacket, tracing slow circles over my shirt. Then Natalie gently turned me toward her, her lips softer but eager, biting lightly at my lower lip. I could feel their hands occasionally meet across my back, fingertips grazing as they explored — Hilary’s palm flat against my stomach, Natalie’s nails lightly scoring my spine through the fabric. The small space hummed with their perfume and shared breath.
We barely made it into Hilary’s massive suite before the dresses started coming off. The silver gown slid down Hilary’s body in a shimmering cascade, revealing her full, round tits and toned figure. Natalie shrugged off her yellow coat and peeled the sequined mini dress down her hips, her oh-so-perfect breasts spilling free, pink nipples already hard. Both women stood there in nothing but tiny thongs — Hilary’s silver, Natalie’s yellow — their bodies glowing under the low lights and the Vegas skyline sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Fuck, you’re both stunning,” I said, taking them in.
They turned to each other first, lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss — Hilary’s fingers tangling in Natalie’s loose waves, Natalie’s hands sliding down Hilary’s back to pull her closer. The way their bodies pressed together, the soft give of Hilary’s breasts against Natalie’s, the way Natalie’s breath hitched when Hilary’s thumb grazed her nipple through the thin fabric of her thong — it was electric. I stepped in, my hands finding their waists, tracing the dip of Hilary’s spine before cupping the weight of her breast, her skin warm and yielding under my palm. Then I turned to Natalie, her body firmer, her nipple pebbling against my fingers as I rolled it between them. I kissed Hilary’s shoulder, her collarbone, then Natalie’s mouth, her lips parting with a quiet gasp as my tongue met hers.
We moved to the oversized sectional couch. I sat back as they knelt in front of me, already naked and eager. Hilary was the first to lean in. She gathered her full, heavy tits in both hands and pressed them together around my hard cock, enveloping me in soft, warm flesh. The heat of her skin made me groan the second she closed around me. She started slow — long, deliberate strokes, sliding her breasts up from the base all the way to the head, then back down again, squeezing just enough to create perfect friction. Every time the swollen tip emerged from her cleavage, she paused, letting me feel the cool air for a second before burying me again between those soft mounds.
Natalie watched for a few moments, eyes dark with hunger, then leaned in close. Every time Hilary’s stroke pushed the head free, Natalie’s tongue was there — wet, warm, circling the tip, flicking under the ridge, licking away the precum that beaded up. Sometimes she just held her open mouth there so the head slid between her lips on the upstroke. The combination was filthy and perfect: the tight, silky pressure of Hilary’s tits and the soft, teasing wetness of Natalie’s tongue and lips.
Hilary picked up the pace a little, bouncing her breasts faster, the soft slap of skin against skin filling the quiet room. I threaded my fingers into both of their hair, holding them close, watching the way my cock disappeared and reappeared between Hilary’s cleavage while Natalie never stopped licking and sucking at the tip. Hilary looked up at me through her lashes, lips parted, clearly enjoying the way I was throbbing between her tits.
Eventually they switched without a word. Natalie took over, pressing her firmer, perfectly shaped breasts around my cock. Her technique was different — more confident, more rhythmic. She used her hands to keep her tits tightly closed and stroked me with steady, purposeful motions, letting the head pop free on every upward glide. Hilary immediately took Natalie’s former place, leaning in to kiss and suck the tip every time it appeared. She went further than Natalie had, sometimes taking the whole head into her mouth and giving a wet little suck before letting it slip free again so Natalie could continue the titfuck.
They found a rhythm together. Natalie would stroke me between her breasts for several long pulls, then pause with just the head exposed so Hilary could lavishly tongue and suck it. Then Natalie would swallow me back into her cleavage and keep going. The dual sensation had me groaning openly, hips shifting restlessly against the couch. My hands stayed in their hair, guiding without forcing, simply needing to touch them while they worked me over.
They switched again. And again. Sometimes they pressed their tits together around me at the same time — Hilary’s softer, heavier breasts from one side, Natalie’s from the other — creating an even tighter, hotter tunnel of flesh. Both of them licked and kissed whatever part of my cock they could reach, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they shared the head. The wet sounds of their mouths and the soft friction of their breasts had me dripping steadily, the slickness making every stroke smoother and filthier.
I was lost in it — the heat, the pressure, the sight of both of them kneeling between my legs, devoted entirely to my cock. Minutes stretched out. My breathing grew heavier. Every time I thought I might get close, they would slow down, or switch, or simply hold me deep between their tits while they took turns sucking and licking the tip until the urgency eased just enough for them to start again.
Eventually the teasing became too much. I needed their mouths fully. I loosened my grip in their hair and murmured, “Both of you... suck it.”
They didn’t hesitate. Hilary and Natalie released my cock from their breasts at the same time and leaned in together. Two warm, wet mouths closed over me at once. Hilary took the head first, sinking down and swirling her tongue, while Natalie licked along the shaft and sucked at the base. Then they switched — Natalie swallowing me deeper, Hilary lapping at my balls and the underside of my cock. Their tongues met often, sliding against each other as they shared me, trading the head back and forth, sometimes both licking up the same side of my shaft before one of them took me into her mouth again.
The dual blowjob was messy and perfect. Spit ran down my cock and over their lips. Soft wet sounds filled the room. I kept a hand in each of their hair, watching them work together — kissing around the head, taking turns deep-throating as much as they could, never leaving any part of me untouched for more than a second. The heat and suction and the sight of both of them devoted to my cock had me groaning louder, hips twitching up to meet their mouths as they sucked me deeper into the shared pleasure.
Hilary took me deeper first, relaxing her throat and sliding down until her lips met her fist at the base. She held there, swallowing around me, eyes watering just a little as she looked up. Natalie didn’t wait — she licked and sucked at whatever she could reach: the stretched corner of Hilary’s mouth, the thick vein along the underside, my balls when they tightened. When Hilary finally pulled off with a wet gasp, Natalie was right there to take her place, sinking down just as greedily. Her mouth was hotter, tighter, the suction stronger. She bobbed in steady, confident strokes while Hilary recovered, kissing along the shaft and occasionally joining her at the tip so both of their tongues were swirling over the head at once.
They found a pace that was pure filth. One would take me deep while the other licked and sucked the base and balls. Then they would meet in the middle, lips brushing, tongues sliding against each other as they shared the head — kissing around it, sucking on it together, trading wet little pulls that made my hips jerk. Spit dripped freely now, running down over my balls and onto the couch. The soft, wet sounds of their mouths filled the quiet room, broken only by my low groans and the occasional soft moan from one of them when the other got especially enthusiastic.
I guided them gently by the hair, not forcing, just keeping them close. Sometimes I held Hilary down a second longer so she could feel me throb against the back of her throat. Sometimes I pulled Natalie up just enough to watch her tongue flick rapidly under the ridge before she sank back down. They never competed — only collaborated. When one needed a breath, the other took over seamlessly. When both were at the head, their mouths moved in perfect sync, sucking and licking like they were trying to pull the orgasm straight out of me.
The dual attention was overwhelming. Heat built low in my gut, heavy and insistent. My cock pulsed harder between their lips. I could feel myself getting closer with every wet slide, every shared kiss around the head, every time one of them took me deep and the other moaned against my skin. My hands tightened in their hair. My breathing turned rough.
After several minutes of that heavenly blowjob action, I needed more. “Turn around, both of you.”
They stood and bent over the couch side by side, asses presented beautifully. Hilary’s round and smooth, Natalie’s firm and perky. I dropped to my knees behind them, spreading their cheeks with both hands. The sight alone made my cock throb — two perfect holes offered up.
My tongue found Hilary’s tight asshole first. I started with slow, broad strokes, licking from just below her pussy all the way up over the puckered ring, then circling it deliberately. She moaned the second the wet heat of my tongue touched her, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through her body. I kept going, tracing the rim again and again, feeling it twitch under every pass. When I finally pressed the tip of my tongue against the center and pushed, she pushed back hard, opening for me. I sank in as deep as I could, tongue-fucking her in slow, steady thrusts while my hands kept her cheeks spread wide. Hilary’s moan turned louder, more broken. Over the couch I could hear the sound of her and Natalie kissing — hungry, open-mouthed, distracted by what I was doing.
I pulled back only when her thighs started to shake, then shifted to Natalie without pause. Her ass was tighter, the skin smoother under my palms. I dragged my tongue up the length of her cleft and settled on her hole, licking firm circles that made her gasp into Hilary’s mouth. Natalie pushed back just as greedily. I speared my tongue inside her and fucked her with it the same way — deep, rhythmic, savouring how clean and sweet she tasted. Every time I thrust in, she clenched around me, a soft, needy sound spilling from her throat.
“God, that feels so good,” Natalie gasped against Hilary’s lips.
I spent a long time there, moving back and forth between them with no rush and no fingers — only my mouth. I would bury my face between Hilary’s cheeks and tongue-fuck her until she was rocking back onto me, then switch to Natalie and do the same, feeling her hole flutter and open under the wet pressure. Sometimes I simply licked long, flat strokes from one ass to the other, tasting both of them in the same pass. Sometimes I focused on one for a full minute, swirling and thrusting and sucking gently at the rim until she was trembling, then moved to the other before she could come down from it.
Their bodies responded beautifully. Asses pressed back greedily against my tongue. Thighs quivered. The soft, wet sounds of my mouth mixed with their moans and the quieter noise of them kissing and whispering against each other’s mouths over the back of the couch. I kept their cheeks spread the entire time, holding them open so I could see everything — the way their holes clenched when I pulled away, the way they glistened with my spit, the way they winked open again the moment my tongue returned.
I lost track of how long I stayed on my knees. All that existed was the heat of their skin, the tight clench of their asses around my tongue, and the growing urgency in the way they pushed back for more. Every time I thought about standing up, I simply leaned in deeper instead, devouring one celebrity’s ass and then the other’s, pure mouth worship with nothing else interfering. Their moans grew louder. Their kisses grew messier. And still I stayed right there, face buried, tongue working, feeding on every shiver and every desperate push of their hips.
Eventually they pulled me up and moved to the massive bed. “Watch this,” Hilary whispered with a wicked smile. She lay down on her back, and Natalie climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine position. Their bodies aligned beautifully — Hilary’s head between Natalie’s thighs, Natalie’s face buried in Hilary’s pussy. They started slow, soft kisses and licks, then grew more intense. I watched, stroking my cock, as Hilary’s tongue dove into Natalie’s wet pussy, lapping eagerly. Natalie moaned into Hilary’s folds, sucking her clit and sliding her tongue deep. Their hips rocked together, tits pressed against each other’s stomachs, the sounds of wet licking and muffled moans filling the suite.
It was pure filth and beauty. They ate each other with genuine hunger — Hilary gripping Natalie’s ass and pulling her down harder, Natalie grinding back while sucking on Hilary’s snatch. Their bodies glistened with sweat, blonde hair tangled together. I couldn’t stay back long. I moved behind Natalie, spreading her ass again and giving her hole one more deep rimming while she continued licking Hilary. Then I shifted to Hilary, eating her ass as Natalie’s tongue worked her pussy from below.
After their intense sixty-nine session left both women dripping and breathless, I knelt behind Natalie, her thighs still trembling from the way Hilary’s tongue had worked her. The scent of them — salt and musk and something sweet — rose thick in the air. I gripped Natalie’s hips, fingers digging into the soft give of her skin, and dragged the head of my cock through her folds, already swollen and glistening. She arched back with a broken gasp as I pressed against her entrance, then pushed in with one slow, deliberate thrust, burying myself to the hilt in the tight, wet heat of her. Her inner walls clenched around me instantly, pulling me deeper, and I groaned at the way she pulsed around my cock, already so close from Hilary’s mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” she cried out, the sound vibrating against Hilary’s pussy. I fucked her good and hard — long, powerful thrusts that drove her face deeper into Hilary. Her tight pussy gripped me perfectly as I pounded her, hips slapping loudly against her ass. Hilary reached up, playing with Natalie’s tits while I railed her.
I pulled out and switched to Hilary, sliding into her from behind in the same stacked position. Hilary’s pussy was just as tight and soaking wet. I fucked her relentlessly, deep and fast, making her moan loudly into Natalie’s pussy. Back and forth between them — pounding one hard while the other continued licking and being licked.
We changed positions again. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, and Natalie climbed on first, swinging a leg over me and dropping down in reverse cowgirl. The second her snatch wrapped around my cock, I groaned, hands finding her hips as she started to ride. From this angle I had the perfect view — her firm, perky ass rising and falling, cheeks spreading every time she dropped down and took me to the hilt. She moved with confident movements of her hips at first, then longer motions that let me watch every inch disappear inside her.
Hilary didn’t waste time. She crawled up and straddled my face, knees bracketing my head, and lowered her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I licked into her immediately — long, greedy strokes through her folds, then focused on her clit while she ground down against my tongue. When she leaned forward a little, I had access to everything. I dragged my tongue back and rimmed her tight hole, alternating between fucking her pussy with my tongue and spearing into her ass, tasting both of her at once while Natalie bounced harder on my cock above us.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Natalie’s dripping wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft. Hilary’s pussy and ass grinding against my mouth. Our filthy sounds filled the room — skin slapping, wet licking, their overlapping moans. Natalie reached back and spread her own cheeks wider so I could see myself stretching her. Hilary leaned down and kissed her while she rode my face, the two of them sharing messy, open-mouthed kisses above me.
They switched without needing to be told. Hilary lifted off my mouth and climbed onto my cock, facing me this time. She sank down in one smooth motion and started riding hard, tits bouncing with every drop of her hips. I gripped her waist and thrust up to meet her, burying myself deep. Natalie immediately took her place over my face, lowering her soaked pussy onto my tongue. I ate her just as hungrily — sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her entrance, then sliding back to rim her while she rocked against my mouth. Hilary leaned forward, and they kissed again, both of them moaning into each other while one fucked herself on my cock and the other fucked my face.
The energy never slowed. After a while I sat up, still buried inside Hilary, and we rearranged. I bent Natalie over the edge of the bed, so her upper body hung toward the floor. Hilary slid underneath her on her back, lining up in a messy sixty-nine. The second Natalie lowered her mouth to Hilary’s pussy, I gripped Natalie’s hips and drove into her from behind in one hard thrust.
No teasing. No slow build. Just pure, intense fucking. I slammed into her deep and steady, watching her ass ripple with every impact. Natalie moaned loudly into Hilary’s pussy, the sound muffled and desperate. Hilary licked upward at the same time, tonguing Natalie’s clit while I fucked her, the two of them locked in the sixty-nine while I pounded away. The wet sounds of my cock driving into Natalie mixed with the softer wet sounds of their mouths on each other.
“Harder,” Natalie gasped against Hilary’s cunt.
I pulled out only when I felt her starting to clench hard around me, then switched without pause. Hilary scrambled into the same position — bent over the edge, Natalie sliding underneath her this time. I lined up and drove into Hilary’s pussy in one deep thrust, gripping her fuller hips and setting the same relentless pace. She was just as wet, just as tight, and she took every hard stroke with loud, broken moans while she buried her face between Natalie’s legs. Natalie licked upward at Hilary’s clit in return, the two of them trembling and moaning into each other while I pounded Hilary from behind.
I obliged instantly. My hands tightened on her hips, and I gave her everything — long, powerful strokes that bottomed out every time, the force making her whole body rock forward onto Hilary’s mouth. Her ass bounced and jiggled under the assault. She cried out louder, thighs shaking, still trying to keep licking Hilary even as I fucked the breath out of her.
“I’m gonna cum,” I growled.
“Inside me,” Hilary moaned.
With a final series of deep, hard thrusts, I exploded, filling Hilary’s pussy with thick ropes of cum. She shuddered hard, her orgasm triggering Natalie’s right after. They both cried out, bodies shaking together.
We collapsed in a tangle of damp limbs and cooling skin, the sheets twisted beneath us like the aftermath of a storm. The bed — king-sized, plush, a Vegas indulgence — swallowed us whole, its pillows scattered like casualties of war. Outside, the Strip beat in neon defiance, a thousand artificial stars winking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting fractured light across our bodies. Hilary’s breath came slow and warm against my shoulder, her fingers idly mapping the ridges of my ribs, tracing the faint sheen of sweat that still clung there. Natalie, curled against my other side, dragged her nails in lazy spirals across my stomach, her touch featherlight, as if testing whether I was real. The air smelled of sex and salt and the faint metallic tang of exertion, thick enough to taste. Somewhere in the distance, a slot machine chimed its hollow victory, but in here, the only sound was the syncopated rhythm of three hearts slowing in unison.
Natalie exhaled against my collarbone, her breath warm and damp, lips curling into a smile that carried the lazy weight of satisfaction. “Best after-party ever,” she murmured, her voice rough from moaning, the words vibrating through her chest where it pressed against mine.
Hilary shifted beside me, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on my skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. “We should do this again sometime,” she said, softer, almost shy, her voice muffled slightly as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck. The words hung in the air like the last notes of a song, sweet and lingering.
I pulled them closer, the night far from over. The American Music Awards red carpet and stage were long behind us, but our private suite celebration was just hitting its peak.
The End