You needed to get this pervertedness out of your system, so you do. Abby would never need to know- right?
Cw| Spanking, strap on, Abby takes control but its not like planned idk its consented tho, rough, degradation, porn video, fingering, spit, angry sex, filthy nasty thoughts
You loved Abby. Abby was so good to you. So good. She was sweet and thoughtful. In bed she treated you like how the love of someone's life should be treat. You couldn't ask for more.
Except you could- you wouldn't though. There was nothing that could make you reveal to Abby the sick and perverted fantasies that lingered in the back of your mind.
That even after she made you come on her strap with such gentle loving thrusts, you laid in her arms thinking about her pulling you across the bed like a sex doll.
Folding your legs into an uncomfortable stretch where she wanted to. Slamming into your tight hole as you claw at her chest. Bending you over and taking everything from you even if you cried from it being too much.
God that would break her heart. You couldn't ask her to take on that burden- that responsibility and fear of getting carried away. Who would want to be treated like that anyways?
It was dirty. It was wrong. And you wouldn't let it take everything- including Abby- away from you.
But you needed it so bad.
It was starting to eat on your nerves. The irritation lived on your skin, clouded in your eyes. Your voice gaining an edge from pent up frustration. Becoming short with Abby when she was as patient as ever, worry written across her face every time you rolled your eyes and turned away from her with an attitude.
So today, you just needed to fix it. Scratch that itch- so that you could put it all behind you.
Abby had gone to run errands. You knew she would be gone for at least an hour.
Usually you would go with her, cling to her side, enjoy the domesticity of things. But it came as no surprise to either of you when you woke up with the attitude of a petulant child this morning. Pressure inside your head and core coming to full hilt- so it was best everyone took some space apart today.
So you stayed home. And as soon as that door closed you opened your laptop. Fell back against the middle of your shared bed. And clicked the first video that looked promising.
The title was a broken conglomeration of words like, slut, fucked, hole, and lesson.
You felt like it was cheating, but you didn't want to think about that sticky controversial line. This was the first and the only time you would do this. The only time.
The video wasn't even that good, but you didn't have time to be picky. Options for good rough lesbian porn were slim, surprise. And like you said, you didn't have time to scourer the internet for the perfect video.
So you focused on the girl. Picturing yourself as her. Picturing Abby fucking you like that. Using her strong thick arms to hold your head against her in a vice grip as she pounds into you. You wished she pulled pained cries out of your body just like you heard from the girl.
It was a quick release. Your fingers focusing on your clit more than anything else-just to get it out of your system. After you came the video kept playing.
The girl's loud wails echoing in the silent room. Skin slapping against skin. You cringed in embarrassment.
Sticky fingers evident of the filthy act moving quickly to shut the laptop so you could pretend like this never happened.
You left it on the night stand. An urgent need to take a shower- clean your skin of the smell of your release and scrub everything new before Abby came back- taking precedent.
By the time you finished your routine, she had walked through the door. Groceries in tow. bracing herself for the storm of emotions following you like a raincloud as you turned the corner.
Instead, to her pleasant surprise, you gravitated towards her side; chipper, rejuvenated. Abby didn't know what to make of it, but she played along. Kissing the top of your head with no clue of what you just did.
Steps still lightly treading around you as if you could snap any moment.
But she was just happy that her girl seemed to feel better. The rest of the evening played as normal. Dinner; snuggling on the couch. She had picked up your favorite slice of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory too, which you ate guiltily as you leaned against her.
Guilt didn't stop you from falling asleep in her arms like a baby though. And, Like usual, Abby carried you gently to bed.
You woke up just enough to pull the covers over yourself and tug on her wrist to stay. Clingy as ever and needing her close to forget what you had done earlier.
"I can't baby, I've got work to do." Abby whispered, kissing your head in apology.
You whined but rolled over anyways. She turned off the lamp, stepped out the room. She would work quick, she thought to herself, eager to crawl in bed with you. She had just pulled the door to when she realized something.
Her laptop- she left it in the car. In the parking lot. The freezing cold parking lot.
There was no way she was going all the way down there to get her laptop as tired as she was. She could sign in to her accounts on your device though.
She turned on her heel. Tip-toeing back into the room. Picked your laptop off the night stand, and walked back out.
None the wiser she flopped back against the sofa. Legs outstretched on the coffee table, computer in her lap. The screen lit up with your open desktop as she typed in your anniversary date.
A heavy thud against your body woke you from your peaceful sleep. You groaned, rolling over and hoping whatever that was would go away. You felt the cold surface of your laptop in the bed.
"Hey." Abby barked like she was running drills.
You murmured a strangled what, becoming pissed.
Abby didn't care. She raised her voice louder, "Wake the fuck up."
The covers were pulled from your body.
"Abby?" You were wide awake now, worried and confused, "What's wrong-"
She pulled you down the bed, your legs falling off the edge. She caged you underneath her. She looked scary, angered by your sheer audacity.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what the fuck is wrong."
She flipped open the laptop, the video you had open earlier instantly playing. Filthy moans echoed across the room.
You left the tab open. Even at 17 years old you knew better than to leave the tabs open.
You didnât look at her. Entranced by the video you had handpicked. Burning lust somehow still firing up in your body. Mind reeling as you tried to think how you could pretend to have never seen this before. But your face told all, eyes guilty with recognition.
"Abby..." You whispered her name like you had no words.
She didn't want to hear it even if you did have the words. It felt like a slap in the face as she watched you not even try to deny it.
That was it. That was enough.
With ease your shorts were pulled down your legs. You weren't fighting her yet, out of shock. When her hands reached for your panties with intention you brought your legs up against your body, out of instinct thighs clamping shut, ashamed.
Abby didn't feel like playing those games. She grabbed your ankles, pinning your squirming body down as she pulled your underwear off.
You gasped as she spread your legs. Bare cunt on display.
"Unbelievable." She scoffed.
You were wet. Dripping. The smell of sex and need filling the air.
After a thick swallow of pride you opened your mouth to beg, maybe you could still explain- convince? Beg? You chose the latter, seeing in her eyes what you've always fantasized about seeing.
"Abby- please. I need you."
She threw your legs back down as if disgusted by your request. Caught like this, red handed, and still thinking you could have her. Still thinking you could get what you wanted. She backed away, hand running down her face as she tried to process how wrongly this night ended up.
Her back turned to the silent room. You watched her shoulder blades tense with emotions as the porn played on.
Then in a second she switched. Giving in as she manhandled you across the bed. She'd give you what you wanted, but you were going to get it her way. A lesson that could only be taught this way.
"All this time I thought something was wrong, that I did something wrong."
Her grip on your throat was pure anger. You hated that you made her feel that way. And you hated that her hand threatening your oxygen made you feel the way it did.
She pulled you into her lap. Your back pressed against her chest. Your legs folded in on themselves, still struggling as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening.
Using her weight she wrapped her legs around yours, pulling your thighs apart and keeping you locked in position. Spread thin and visible so you couldnât hide from the discomfort of being exposed.
"Whole time you just wanted to be fucked like a fucking whore."
Her hand forced your face straight on. The screen burned into your eyes. Video still rolling as if the most humiliating moment of your life wasn't currently unfolding.
She crowded you from all sides, her forehead pressing against your temple with bitterness.
"You're gonna fucking watch that shit since you want it so bad." Abby practically spit it against your ear. Her voice full of resentment.
This wasn't your sweet Abby. You basked in it.
She pulled the laptop between your legs. The vividly bright screen filled the dim room like it was flashing your dirty secret to the world. You whimpered in shame. In need.
A close up of her gaping cunt flashed on the screen. Used and treated like an object. The camera spanned up her body, chest raising and falling. Her face utterly fucked.
A strap entered the frame. Pushing slow into her overworked body. Abby didn't let up, in fact you swore you could feel her grip getting tighter and full of possession the more you watched.
"You wish that was you? Held down and fucked like a dirty slut?â Abby chastised, her hand shaking your head as if to knock some sense into you.
Her interrogation was met with just hurried breathing. Abby could play that game. Her bicep squeezed against your throat. Like a snake curling around its prey.
"I said, do you wish that was you?" She whispered low against your ear.
Your hands wrapped around her arm. The calm and low tone her voice conveyed instilled fear and submission in you. Like you didn't want to disappoint her again.
She let her arm up. Giving you just a seconds breath before she smacked your clit, the sound of her hand cracking across the room.
Another crack against your clit. It was swollen and neglected, pulsing so hard it started to hurt. You squirmed against her, body running but your mouth begging for more.
"Yes, yes. I wish it was me."
Even if It was the answer she wanted to hear it didn't lessen her touch. She pushed two fingers inside of you, jerking them up and deep, shaking your entire body.
She knew exactly where to find you weak. You clawed at the bed and her arms, so stunned and thrown into the deep end. Not used to this harsh and fast pace you begged for.
The video continued; she was forced face down into the bed, crying with over exaggerated moans as someone pounded into her from behind. The sounds were obscene. It felt sinful to watch. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't look away.
She pulled them out, slapping your clit and taking all her frustration out with each slap.
Her pained cries mixing with yours fed the starving monster in your core. It made your back arch and your hips grind into the air. Out of shame, hot tears swelled in your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but Abby noticed.
Her thumb pushed against your cheeks, smearing the tears right back into your skin. The sudden of assault on your clit left you clenching almost painfully.
You needed relief from her so bad. So bad you could cum from the simplest of things, imaging it so vividly. And the video wasn't helping you, the way she took it all so well.
On her knees, fucked ruthlessly, and body suspended as her arms were held behind her back, she let out the most vulgar cries. Each one straight to your burning clit.
Your chest tightened, eyes closing and nose breathing through sharp breaths that raised your chest high. Abby picked up on it immediately, clocking your perversion, your proximity to having sweet release.
âYou like to hear her cry?" She taunted, "You want to hear every filthy sound she makes?â
You shook your head, still desperately trying to deny it. Abby was sick of you running from it. It was like you were intentionally provoking her.
So she turned up the volume.
Your cheeks reddened. Entire face twisting with tension as you tried to fight how turned on her cries made you.
They filled the room. You hoped they didn't seep past the walls. This was humiliating. The most demeaning thing that's ever happened to you. Your fingers sank into her skin like she would take it away from you at any moment.
She pulled your head by your hair, forcing your body forwards. Pressing your face so close to the screen that it warmed your cheek.
She towered above you. Your glassy eyes looked up at her as if to beg for mercy.
âWell câmon you wanna cum so bad, cum.â
You braced yourself on all fours, weakly keeping yourself afloat. The vulgar video flashed against your face. Unable to do anything but stare at Abby's pretty face. Her pretty face that was so overrun with anger because of you.
She reached between your thighs, entire hand grabbing you by every inch of skin. Her fingers moving forcefully against your clit.
But your hips said other wise, raising higher and higher as she rubbed against your tightening clit. Skin slick as ice and warmth making your body sweat.
Then she was inside you, at her own discernment when she pushed in and pulled out her two thick fingers. You whined and pleaded, hoping your own voice would drown out the audio.
You dropped your head down, unable to face it anymore.
Her hand wrapped around your jaw. Forcing your gaze back to the video. She squeezed your cheeks, all your cries now trapped in your closed mouth. Your body shook. Tears drying sticky on your skin along with your spit.
âYou're so loud the neighbors will know exactly who you belong to.â Abby taunted, "You'd like that though wouldn't you? Fucking pervert."
You nodded, whining in submission. Her words were harsh, but deserved. And so well received. She scoffed, unable to keep her judgements to herself as she spoke.
âDo you think about me when you get off to this shit? Or just of your own needs?"
Her. Her. Always her. The softness of her tummy that was actually all muscle. The sweat on her skin and heavy breathing after she works out. Her wide back that flexed under the band of her bra. It was selfish. You were so selfish with your needs.
Her hand left your face, wrapping your hair in tangled knots around her fist. She craned your neck uncomfortably, pulling your upper body straight as a pin, still making sure you didn't miss a second of your filthy video. Every minute of her pussy being pounded into. Every shot of her face being drove into the ground.
You were teetering on that edge, first sparks of release unraveling through your body, a promise that was warm and gratifying.
Her finger rubbed violently inside of you, hitting every mark- your back arched- you held your breath- then the computer slammed shut.
The video stopped playing. Abby's fingers gone in an instant. All that was left was your embarrassing pants of air.
Your body deflated back into hers. Loop of pleasure completely disrupted. Your voice utterly destroyed. You swallowed and winced from your sore throat. She pulled you off of her, wrangling you with ease before pushing you face down against the bed.
The air knocked out of your chest. It hurt so bad being denied again. Your thighs ached. Clit sore and throbbing.
"You stay the fuck down." Abby whispered cruelly against your neck, her palm hot and heavy in-between your shoulder blades.
You nodded weakly. Understanding completely, not even daring to stop this from where it was going.
Ears intensely listening as Abby removed her pants. The familiar noise of the strap fastening around her hips. The bed dipped from her weight.
She pushed your leg up with force. The tip nudged past your entrance. You twisted your head around to look at her, she hesitated, eyes softening. Your eyes were dark, spaced out, you weakly nodded as if to say, do what you want.
She pushed in with full force. One instant thrust that rendered your body pliant. Your arms laid slack, hands fisting the sheets and comforter she buried you into.
A sharp gasp echoed past your lips. She pulled out all the way. Then slammed back in.
She was punishing you. She wasn't simply fucking you, definitely not making love. Instead making sure you could feel the sting from each drag that she normally distracted you from.
Each thrust a reminder of your filthy thoughts. Each one filled with anger that you wouldnât just ask her for this.
Her hand snaked around the back of your neck. Pulling you up taut and against her front.
She pulled your hair to the side, hand clamping underneath your jaw. Fingers pressing into your cheeks like she was branding you.
Her head pressed into the back of your neck as she spoke low and pointed.
"You think of this next time." Abby ordered, hips thrusting to pound her words into your brain, "You ask me to fuck you, like a good whore should."
The words she spoke settled deep in the pit of your body. Burning your face with shame as you made your understanding clear.
Her forearm wrapped around your waist, keeping you plaint against her body. She held you like a fuck toy being used for her release. Like a dog claiming its property. You thrived on it.
It ate away at her, the thought of you seeking this out from something else, someone else. She made sure you could feel it in each disciplined stroke.
The drag inside of you burned. Your entrance pulsed and squeezed around her. She used her whole body as she pushed inside of you- the force threatening to knock you over if it wasn't for her abrasive grip.
Irritation boiled over and coursed through her body the longer she thought about it. About you seeking out porn instead of her.
You need to hear her. Her voice. The low groans she would usually let out as she fucked you slow and intimate. But there was none of that.
Just heavy huffs of breath behind you and her hips against your skin.
You cried out her name. She ignored you. You tried again- nothing. You wrapped your hands around her arm, nails digging into her skin.
"I'm close- Fuck. Please- don't stop" You cried out, strangled and begging.
Begging. You never had to beg Abby before.
She usually just gave it to you before you even asked. It occurred to Abby that maybe she had been doing too much of that. Maybe the spoiling was making you a little too spoiled.
Abby stopped. Pulled away from you without warning. Her palm pushed you down by your neck. You tumbled back against the bed. Bottom arching back into her hips as you choked around moans.
Her rough hands pull your cheeks apart. She looked at the still strap sucked around your entrance. The pool of slick and the way your hole stretched. You stayed withering beneath her.
Then she spit. It pooled down your skin. Running slow over your hole and past your lips. You whimpered like an animal, like the pornstar she forced on you earlier. Needing her more than you ever have, on a level that was visceral.
She pulled out. A sharp slap echoed against your bottom. A sound of shock left you. You didn't get to cum. Your clit pulsed angrily.
You laid there. Completely boneless. Used and spent. Satisfaction coursing through your body. A wicked, but weak, smile spread across your face.
Abby looked at your mess. Threw the strap to the side before pushing on knee against the bed. Her thighs spread right in front of your face. You tried to raise yourself, only to be pushed right back down by her heavy hand.
âYou fucking watch and you donât say a fucking word.â Abby ordered, knowing it must have been humiliating for you to be disarmed like this.
And it was. It was humbling and so maddening as you watched her with permission to make her feel good.
Her own fingers already rubbing her reddened clit.
You cried against the mattress as she forced you to watch. Pain still soaring through from being denied. Y
ou wanted to touch her so bad. She wouldnât let you. Instead using her slick to rub faster. Her hips tightening and bucking up into her own hand as she reached her peak.
Using your beaten down body as her own personal porn. Power making her feel higher on a release than she ever has before. Control and dominance feeling like a natural and intuitive position for her.
And she looked at you, who still stared with adoration at her despite the nasty words she degraded you with.
Soft gasps of satisfaction left her lips. Your hands fisted the sheets in restraint as you watched her drip into her own hand.
Her sticky fingers not missing a beat she grasped your face. Rolling you over and dragging her slick and cum across your cheek and lips. You cried with need as you tried to chase her hand. Wanting to show her just how could you could be. That you could lick every drop for her.
She came close. Her breath on your lips as she gave you one last lesson to remember, "Whores who watch porn don't get to touch their girlfriends."
She pushed you away, stepping back like she was assessing the damage. Letting her words sink in as you struggled to push back tears and whimpers.
Then she walked away- returning back with a warm wet hand towel like the Abby you've always known.
"You okay?" Abby leaned over your body.
She still sounded pissed. Tense. But she also loved you. She wiped down your tear and cum coated cheeks tenderly. Flipping the towel and cleaning your thighs and bottom. Skin still stinging from the abuse it took on.
You nodded eagerly until you felt like your head was going to fall off, "Amazing."
She thew the towel to the side. Stripping off her shirt she never bothered to take off and pulling you up from the mattress.
"Come on, we'll talk in the morning." Abby said as she guided you back under the covers.
You wrapped yourself on top of her chest.
"Abby?" You said, voice drowsy.
She hummed in response, eyes still wide towards the ceiling.
"I love you." You kissed her collarbone. You needed her to know.
"I love you." She responded, kissing the top of your head. She did know.
You held her hand, staying awake as long as you could to graze her thumb before you both drifted off.
And if after a tense morning of talking through things this returned to the bedroom, well, you weren't complaining.
