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4:46 PM
Vi stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her tie and slicking back her hair. She fixes her cufflinks for the tenth time, bouncing on her newly-polished dress shoes.
It’s not often she dresses up so nicely, but tonight’s important. Tonight she has a date at the city’s fanciest—and most god-awfully expensive—restaurant. And, though she ordinarily is also not one for elegant dining, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do for a beautiful woman. Not to mention, this woman in particular.
Yes, Vi is absolutely buzzing. Her stomach flutters at the thought of sitting across from her, reaching over to hold her hand, sharing some sort of chocolate-based dessert. And, if the night goes well, perhaps a kiss on the doorstep. A promise to see each other again soon.
Suddenly—a knock.
An interruption to her hopelessly romantic thoughts.
She furrows her brow in confusion, then goes to answer the front door. A lanky man greets her.
“Vi?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Package for you,” he says, handing over a box. “Special delivery.”
Vi takes it from him, eyeing it suspiciously, before she asks, “From who?”
“Oh!” He pats his pants pockets, then pulls out a note. “Almost forgot.”
Vi reads the fancy lettering: You’d look so handsome wearing this. Humour me?
“She looks forward to tonight,” the man says with a smile, then walks away, leaving Vi all sorts of confused and excited.
4:55 PM
Vi reads the instructions thoroughly. It’s a sex toy. A strap-on. A blue dildo that links to her neural network somehow. A glowing cock that she can feel twitch and throb and leak. Granted, this is because Vi has been playing with it. A curious hand slowly rubbing up and down the shaft, staring at it in awe as it reacts to her own touch.
She’s still standing in front of the mirror—dressed in her fancy black suit, the Hexstrap sticking out from her undone slacks. And she looks so fucking good like that. Her date was right: Vi looks particularly handsome with a cock between her legs.
It’s even warm in her hand. Long and thick and pulsing. Veiny. She squeezes it, moving up and down, feeling her own pulse against her palm.
“Fuck,” she mutters to herself, getting that much harder. Even her pussy reacts with it, clenching with each move of her hand.
Before she realizes, she’s frantically pumping up and down, turning her hand into a fist and bucking her hips up into it. She imagines a warm mouth wrapped around it. She imagines a head bobbing up and down. She imagines the squeezing of a throat, the sounds of gags, the moans that would vibrate down her shaft.
“H-hoy shit,” she groans just as she shoots out white, thick cum that splatters onto her mirror. “Fuck…”
Oh, it feels so good. So different. The orgasm washes over her as she groans, milking out those last few drops.
“Jesus…” she sighs, before laughing at herself at the absolute mess she’s just made. If only she had a pretty girl to lick it all up…
Wait, fuck.
She looks at her watch and curses.
5:16 PM
Vi is in her car, driving on her way to the restaurant, tapping anxiously on her steering wheel. In her slacks, the Hexstrap throbs, demanding more attention. It strains against her boxers, begging to be set free.
It was stupid to touch herself. She knows that now. Because the thing about Vi is that when she comes, she comes a lot. When she comes, she does so over and over. And, it turns out, that this device knows this fun fact quite well. So well, even, that it has no notion of a refractory period. It’s already nice and stiff and ready to go again. Vi is ready to go again.
She thinks of fucking herself on the drive, jerking herself off and into a napkin or an empty styrofoam cup. But she can’t—because, of course, she had the brilliant idea of cleaning out her car completely, in case her date wanted a ride around the block.
No, what she needs is a nice warm throat. A hot, tight cunt. What she needs is someone to take load after load after load, and keep it all in. Every last filthy drop.
She groans, honking her horn at the driver in front of her as if it’ll make any difference at all in this standstill traffic. She gets the bird flipped at her, but she doesn’t pay it any mind. She has bigger things to worry about—like how she’s going to get her massive fucking erection down before her date.
She considers, of course, taking the Hexstrap off, but then her date would be even more disappointed, wouldn’t she? After going through all the trouble of ensuring the package made it to her in time, handwritten note and all.
Vi sighs, sounding a bit defeated, knowing exactly what she has to do.
5:30 PM
“Hello?” Caitlyn says as she answers the phone.
“I’m parked outside the church right by your house,” Vi says as a matter of greeting.
“Have you had a religious awakening?” Caitlyn teases. “Are you calling to let me know about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ?”
Vi scoffs. “No. I’m calling to tell you that—mmph—I have a stupid Hexstrap on. And it’s, shit, it’s really fucking hard.”
Caitlyn blinks, blushing pink as she brings the cellphone closer to her face, and whispers. “And why the bloody hell are you telling me about it?”
“Oh, you know…” She can practically see her cocky grin through the phone call. “Thought you might—hmph—wanna come help me out?”
“Are you…?” Caitlyn starts. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Vi whimpers out. “Wanna hear?”
And what comes through the phone next is the sounds of a wet cock getting jerked off. Oh, it’s so absolutely vile. So filthy. So incredibly fucking hot.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn lets out despite herself, feeling her heart start pounding in her chest—pumping out blood to her very center, where she’s already feeling herself pulse with a neediness for Vi that she cannot ever bring herself to deny.
“Come be a good little slut, Cait,” Vi says. “Come—mmph—suck my cock for me.”
“And wh-why would I do that?” Caitlyn asks, feigning annoyance, as if she isn’t already grabbing her car keys.
Vi laughs, so condescending. “Because you’re mine,” she says matter-of-factly. “And besides, I know you’re wet already. I know you’d drop anything and everything to come be a useful hole for me. Isn’t that—hmph—isn’t that fucking right?”
Caitlyn doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. Vi can hear her engine starting.
5:34 PM
Caitlyn steps into Vi’s passenger seat, eyes already wide at the sight of Vi’s hard cock in her hand. She’s wearing a nice blue dress that accentuates her figure, and all Vi can think about is how easy it would be to tear it right off.
“I hope you know I had to step away from a gala for this,” Caitlyn says.
“Shut up,” Vi replies. “We gotta be quick. I have a fucking date to go to.”
Before Caitlyn can ask if this is why she’s all dressed up, her head is being pushed down and right onto Vi’s thick cock.
“Oh, fucking finally!” Vi groans, feeling Caitlyn’s hot, wet mouth wrapping around her.
She grabs onto her hair—not caring if she’s ruining her hairdo that probably took hours to pin up—and moves her face up and down. Up and down. At the exact pace that she wants.
“That’s it, bitch,” she growls. “Suck my f-fucking cock. Shit! You didn’t even—mmph—hesitate to come out here. Such a dirty fucking whore. Oh, my god… You’re nothing but a stupid, worthless hole for me. And you fucking know it. You f-fucking love it.”
Caitlyn moans on Vi’s cock, louder and louder the more she gets degraded. Her cunt throbs, swollen and dripping down her thighs already. Every nerve-ending in her body is set alight and screaming, begging for attention she knows that she won’t get. Begging for rough hands, for sharp teeth, for anything Vi deems her worthy of.
Vi, on the other hand, is barely thinking at all. She’s throwing her head back and moaning out as she bucks her hips into Caitlyn’s throat. She feels the orgasm already at the edge, ready to spill over—to shoot out in ropes of cum that are going to fill Caitlyn’s belly. And, fuck, it’s the thought alone that does it for her.
She grips onto Caitlyn’s hair, pulling her down all the way until she’s choking on it. And then, she comes, hard—shaking as she coats Caitlyn’s throat in sticky white.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she moans, pumping her hips in tune with every shot of cum, before she settles down and lets Caitlyn back up to breathe.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at Vi with such dark, dark eyes. It’s almost funny when she says, “Satisfied now?”
“No,” Vi says. “You’re gonna do that again. And again, until I say I’m done with you.”
Caitlyn quirks an eyebrow. “You prefer to give your cum to me rather than to your date?”
Vi barks out a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself, Cupcake. I’m just using you to get this out of my system. I gotta make a good impression because I actually respect her.”
Caitlyn glares at her, but Vi can see just how empty the look is. Behind the anger, there’s desire. There’s a dirty, filthy need.
She pushes Caitlyn’s head back down, this time spreading her legs and pulling her cock up, allowing Caitlyn’s face to get buried in her cunt instead. Caitlyn doesn’t hesitate, tongue coming out lick through her folds until she meets her entrance. She uses one hand to grip onto Vi’s thigh, the other wrapping around Vi’s shaft.
“That’s right,” Vi groans. “Tongue-fuck me, while you jerk me off. Useless fucking bitch.”
Caitlyn readjusts so that she’s on all fours on the passenger seat, and Vi takes advantage of this—pulling up her dress until she’s exposing her ass.
“Are you wearing a fucking thong?” Vi says. “Jesus…” She squeezes her ass, then yanks the thong down her legs, saying “Anyone walking by could see you, you know?” She slides her hand up and down her soaked pussy. “Anyone could—fuck—look over and see what needy wet cunt you have…”
Caitlyn presses her ass back onto Vi’s hand, silently begging her to do more. To touch her properly. To drive those fingers deep into her pussy and give her something to clench around.
“You think you’re here—mmph—to get off?” Vi asks. “You think I fucking care about your pleasure?”
Caitlyn whimpers, tongue still deep inside Vi’s cunt, feeling her pulse and throb, her hand pumping up and down her cock until the precum drips onto her hair.
“You’re here f-for me,” she reminds her. “You’re here—mmph—to get your pretty little face fucked. To take my f-fucking loads. It’s all you’re good for. It’s all you’ve ever been fucking good for.”
But Vi, it seems, is feeling a bit generous. Because, while she doesn’t slide her fingers into Caitlyn’s throbbing pussy, she does finger-fuck her asshole. Nice and slow at first—just a tease, stretching her out around her middle finger.
Caitlyn moans, squeezing around Vi’s finger as her cunt clenches. So fucking grateful for the bare minimum.
It doesn’t take long for Vi to be brought right back up to that precipice, ready to blow another load.
“Y-your mouth,” she groans. “Put it in—ahh—your fucking mouth.”
Caitlyn does, taking it all the way to the base in one motion, right as Vi dumps her cum into her mouth. And it’s so much more this time. She can hardly keep it in. It’s too much, too fast. Sticky cum starts to drip out of her mouth and down Vi’s shaft.
“S-swallow it,” she orders. “Fucking sw-wallow it, you dumb fuck. How hard can it be?”
Caitlyn tries her best, then uses her tongue to lap up the mess she’s left behind.
“That’s it,” Vi sighs as she catches her breath. “Clean me up… Such an obedient little slut. You love getting told what to do, hm?”
Caitlyn looks up at her, eyes wide with her tongue still out. She looks so pretty and submissive like this.
“Oh, Cait, you were fucking made for this.”
She slides out of Caitlyn’s asshole, hand now back to squeezing her ass almost possessively. Spreading her open for her cunt to be exposed to the world.
Vi is drunk with it now—delirious with pleasure, with power, with control. And with Caitlyn’s tongue still working diligently up and down her shaft, she knows she’s going to need to come again. And soon.
“Get on top of me,” she says.
“What?”
“Get on top of me, Caitlyn,” she nearly whimpers, desperate now with what she wants to do to her. “I need to come inside your cunt.”
“Fuck.”
Caitlyn climbs over to straddle Vi’s lap, just as Vi pushes her seat backwards to give her more room. She pulls up her dress, wanting to see the exact moment that Caitlyn gets nice and stretched out for her.
She taps the head of her cock on Caitlyn’s clit a few times. A cruel tease. And then, she aims it at her entrance, letting that greedy cunt swallow it whole.
“Holy shit,” she moans, her cock pulsing as it disappears inside of Caitlyn. “You t-take it so fucking good.”
Caitlyn holds onto Vi’s shoulders to balance herself as she starts to move up and down, so insanely wet that she’s dripping all over her lap already.
“That’s it,” Vi encourages her. “Bounce on me. Just like that… Fuck…Bounce on that cock, you pathetic whore.”
Caitlyn fucks herself silly on Vi’s cock, worshipping it with her tightening walls and rhythmic clenches. She comes all over her—she just can’t help herself. She’s been on the edge ever since Vi called her.
But still, she doesn’t stop. She needs this. She needs Vi. Her cum, her approval, her words that just keep tearing her down and down and down—until she starts to believe them.
“I’m j-just your slut,” she’s saying. “Your dumb, brainless f-fucking slut…”
“Yes, you are,” Vi growls, wrapping her arms around her and fucking up into her. “My stupid girl. My braindead fucking bitch. All mine, all mine, all mine…”
She comes inside her, hot and thick and perfect. She fills her cunt to the absolute brim, shooting right against her cervix. And Caitlyn takes every drop so gratefully, coming a second time herself—her cunt squeezing around Vi’s cock, as if she doesn’t want to let it go.
“Fuck,” Vi pants as she leans back, exhausted. Sweaty. Tie askew and combed hair messy again. “O-one more…”
“Vi, you look as though you’re about to die.”
“Just one more,” she says. So breathless, so flushed, so addicted.
Caitlyn nods. “One more for you.”
Vi leans over and yanks on a lever, the back of her seat leaning down all the way so that she’s practically lying flat. She carefully pulls her cock out, letting her cum spill out of Caitlyn’s cunt and onto her slacks.
“Your date is going to be awfully upset,” Caitlyn says.
“Cait, I don’t fucking care.”
Caitlyn tries not to smile. “How would you like it, then?”
Vi swallows. “I wanna fuck your asshole,” she says. “I w-wanna stretch out that tight hole.”
She nods, then takes Vi’s still-hard, still-throbbing cock and hovers over it. Vi watches her, eyes half-lidded, cheeks pink, and chest heaving. So tired, so orgasmed-out. But so, so addicted to coming undone—over and over—inside of Caitlyn Kiramman.
She lets her take the lead—watching as the head of her cock starts pushing into Caitlyn’s asshole, nice and slow, using her cum as lube to help it slide in.
“That’s it,” she’s saying as the head dips in. “Oh, that’s it… Nice and s-stretched out for me…”
Caitlyn moans as she takes her, her hands on Vi’s chest to steady herself. It takes a while, but Vi doesn’t rush her. No, she just keeps throbbing with each inch that Caitlyn lets in. And once she’s used to this feeling, she starts grinding her hips, eliciting such glorious sounds from Vi—who bucks up into her without even meaning to.
“H-holy fucking… shit,” she groans, her hands gripping onto Caitlyn’s waist to keep her pace nice and steady. “You’re so tight… Mmph… If people c-could see you, Cait… See what a f-filthy fucking whore you are… L-letting me do this… Letting me—mmph—fuck this tight little hole…”
Caitlyn lets out such pretty whines and whimpers. Still such a submissive little thing, even with Vi falling apart beneath her.
Vi stares at Caitlyn’s cunt, watching it pulse out cum with each clench. It’s such a fucking waste.
She reaches a hand over and stuffs it back in—three fingers driving themselves deep into Caitlyn’s pussy. And all at once, Caitlyn collapses forward onto Vi’s chest. To be filled up like this—in her cunt and in her asshole… It’s too much. She’s about to come again from the sheer filth of it.
“You like that?” Vi asks.
“Uh-huh,” she moans, barely keeping herself up.
“All nice and—mmph—full,” Vi says, her other hand coming up Caitlyn’s trembling body, until settling on her neck. “You wanna… fuck… You wanna suck on my fingers too?”
Caitlyn nods her head—so absolutely pathetic, tongue out already and eager to feel the press of Vi’s thick fingers.
“Here you go,” Vi says, sliding inside her mouth.
Caitlyn takes them in so deep, sucking in her cheeks and moving her head back and forth—eyes closed as if she were picturing Vi’s cock instead. It’s so fucking hot that Vi rewards her by pressing her thumb against her clit, then curling her fingers to hit against her g-spot with every movement of her hips.
“Good fucking slut…,” Vi says. “Every—mmph—single fucking hole filled up… Just like y-you fucking like it, huh? Fuck… You greedy little b-bitch…You, ahh, you… fuck, Caitlyn… A-are you… Are you coming again? Oh, shit…”
Vi comes with her, shooting her load deep into that tight, spasming asshole. Just as Caitlyn’s body gives up and gives in. She moans as she gags on Vi’s fingers, as her cunt clenches harder and harder. And she lets go completely, squirting hot and sticky juices all over Vi’s dress shirt.
“Yes, baby,” Vi encourages her, her own hips still bucking and fucking out that last bit of cum into Caitlyn’s ass. “Just like that, just like—mmph—fucking that…”
7:13 PM
They’re in the back of the car, kissing—over and over and over. Well, mostly Vi is doing the kissing. All down Caitlyn’s neck and her collarbone and her shoulders and her arms. To the tip of her fingers and then back up again. And as she does, she praises her.
“You were so good,” she’s saying. “So, so good, baby. I don’t deserve you.”
Caitlyn lets herself be worshiped and pampered, the warmth of Vi’s lips grounding her to the present.
“You had a nice time, though, didn’t you?” Vi asks, a bit of nervousness in her voice.
Caitlyn smiles, gently cupping Vi’s face. “Of course, darling. You know this was my idea, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know,” Vi says. “But still. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Caitlyn shakes her head. “Too mean?”
“You were wonderful, darling,” she reassures her. “But please, go on. I do quite love the way you spoil me.”
Vi continues to kiss her, this time pulling up her dress enough to reach her belly, then down to the curve of her hips. Caitlyn runs a hand through her sweaty, pink hair as she watches her. Her shirt is sticking to her skin, wet still. And her slacks are absolutely ruined.
“I can’t believe what a mess we’ve made,” Caitlyn says, slightly giggling to herself as Vi is busy kissing up her thighs.
“So messy,” Vi agrees, her mouth now on her knee, her shin, her ankles. She takes off her heel, then kisses her foot too. Every inch of her, it seems, is getting cherished tonight.
“I reckon this means our date is off?” Caitlyn asks.
Vi shakes her head. “I have a change of clothes in the trunk.”
“But, surely, we’ve missed our reservation, no?”
Vi shakes her head again. “I made it for eight,” she says. “Wanted to give us enough time to play.” She winks at her. “I thought of everything.”
Caitlyn takes her foot away from Vi’s hands, and Vi pouts. “Well did you think about the fact that your fianceé would be famished after our little roleplay?”
“Oh, shit,” Vi says, her own stomach starting to grumble. “Okay, I thought of almost everything.”
8:45 PM
They’re in their change of clothes, sitting on Caitlyn’s terrace as they eat burgers together. The sun is already starting to set on the horizon, and Vi can’t keep her eyes off of the way the light catches in Caitlyn’s hair, turning her dark blue locks a slightly lighter shade.
“You’re staring at me,” Caitlyn says. “Have I got mustard on my face?”
“No, you’re just so beautiful.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but she’s flustered and smiling. “Fancy spending the night?”
“Oh, but that’s improper, Ms. Kiramman,” Vi jokes in an overly-exaggerated British accent. “What will the people say?”
It makes Caitlyn laugh. That gorgeous, goofy laugh that seems to be reserved for Vi’s antics alone.
“The mansion will be as much yours as it is mine, after we marry,” Caitlyn says, “I reckon the people can start getting used to seeing you around more often. I’ve actually spoken to my mother about it, and she agrees.”
Vi’s eyebrows shoot up. “She does?”
“Yes, well, after some persuading from my father that is,” she says. “He’s much less traditional.”
“No more church parking lot meet-ups, then?” Vi asks.
“Oh, don’t be so hasty, Violet,” Caitlyn says in a state of faux-shock. “How ever will you give me the whorish treatment I deserve?”
“Caitlyn,” Vi sighs, before leaning in and kissing her. She tastes like American cheese and curly fries. “I’ll spend my life giving you the princess treatment.” Caitlyn pouts at her, so Vi adds with a soft laugh, “And whatever other treatment your heart wants. Church parking lots or master bedrooms.”
“Sounds lovely,” Caitlyn says, leaning in to rest her head against Vi’s shoulder. “Absolutely lovely.”
Vi kisses the top of her head, an arm around her to keep her close.
As the sun sets, they play with each other’s hands, measuring them against each other. Interlocking their fingers. Trying on each other’s engagement rings. Over and over until the night settles in and Caitlyn starts to slowly doze off.
“Let’s go inside,” Vi says softly. “I’m not done taking care of you.”
She scoops her up into her arms, then carries her into her bedroom and heads towards the ensuite bath.
5:32 AM
They’re asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms with legs tangled together. Vi’s head is resting on Caitlyn’s chest, hearing her breaths. Hearing her heartbeats.
Caitlyn’s eyes flutter open out of sheer habit, but feeling Vi’s body’s pressed to hers, she relaxes, knowing it’s the weekend. Memories from the night before flood in, and she feels a warmth spread throughout her body.
She kisses Vi’s forehead, then slips out of her arms to pee.
When she comes back, Vi is awake and grumpy.
“Missed you,” she says groggily, opening her arms and letting Caitlyn slip back into them. “Go back to sleep,” she says. “I’m not letting you do anything productive today.”
“You truly do take such good care of me,” Caitlyn whispers into her pink hair as she snuggles in. And then, with a blissful sigh, “I simply cannot wait to marry you. Cannot wait for you to be mine.”
Vi smiles, breathing in deeply—the scent of lavender filling her lungs. She cuddles deeper, ear pressed against Caitlyn’s chest, hearing her steady heartbeat. Hearing it settle. Hearing it sing her name. Hearing it stutter as Vi says, “I already am.”