#harpiesbazaar

Your first reaction was to just go back to sleep. Nat had plenty of rules regarding masturbation, and you touching yourself was a hard no. Desperate to please and having hope that she’d relieve you in the morning, you laid on your back and urged yourself to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

Time moved painstakingly slow and after twenty minutes of aching, you considered waking your girlfriend up subtly. She’d have to notice your desperate state, and she’d be sure to take pity on you.

Quickly shaking that idea away because Nat would definitely not pity you, you relied on your only logical option. You could rub one out: just a tiny one to take the edge off until the morning. All you had to do was stay quiet, and that wasn’t hard for you considering your girlfriend’s favorite thing was to fuck you in public spaces.

The bed shifts underneath you as you spread your legs wider, slipping one finger into your cunt with ease. You quickly pushed a second in, exhaling through your nose as you swallowed a moan. Screwing your eyes shut, you started at a leisurely pace, lazily pushing and pulling until your heart was beating in your ears.

Natasha stirred next to you and you snapped your eyes open. You hand froze in your underwear as you watched her turn over and snuggle further into the bed, still asleep.

You were so thankful you could have cried, and decided not to press your luck any further. Pulling your fingers out, you pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed in quick circles. You exhaled a heavy sigh into your hand and pushed your head back. The thread you were on was thinning as your orgasm approached and you desperately willed your fingers to move faster, to press harder.

“Is mommy’s girl gonna cum?

Color drained from your face. You pulled your hand out of your panties, wiping your slick on the bed sheets as you turned over. Natasha was staring at you; verdant eyes were blown with lust, and you knew you were in for it.

Stuttering over your words, Natasha slapped her own hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. “Shh baby,” she husked before flipping the covers off your body.

Goosebumps lined your skin, and your nipples perked up at the sudden exposure. The cool air sent a shiver down your spine but you quickly heated up when Natasha grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand back to your panties.

Natasha’s fingers hovered over your own and pushed them against your cunt, encouraging you to continue. Mindlessly, your fingers followed orders and swirled in tight circles over your clit. You sighed, electric in your whole body as you relaxed into the bed sheets and under her piercing eyes.

“Good girl,” Nat purred as she leaned into you, warm breath tickling your neck. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

You hummed, desperately nodding your head as you sped up.

Her free hand grabbed your jaw, squishing your face and forcing your gaze to meet her’s. “Say it.”

“My pussy’s wet for you, mommy!”

You cried out when she rewarded you with two fingers slipping into your cunt, pushing and curling until your hips were bucking. She nipped your neck, soothing it with her tongue when you gasped.

“Pretty little slut,” your girlfriend pouted, mocking you in a sickly sweet tone while her fingers pounded into you so hard that you couldn’t bear to touch your clit anymore. “So fucking wet, so fucking desperate to cum. You’re gonna soak mommy’s hand, huh?”

“Yes, mommy! Please, I- please!”

“Go ahead.”

Her permission had you shaking, grinding your hips against her hand as you came with her name on your lips. Those skilled fingers slowed to long strokes, stretching out your orgasm as much as she could before you collapsed against the bed.

Posture: Naked, shoulders back, chest out, hands laying on your thighs, and head high. Wanda liked you like this—praised you for staying in place and presenting your body to her.

Bay window: There’s a bird sitting on a tree branch. It looks like a dove. Wanda calls you dove.

Bladder: Two cups of coffee seemed reasonable an hour ago. And Wanda said you could have some, so long as you drank a glass of water. You made a mistake.

Pillow: It was nice of Wanda to give you something to kneel on. Hard wood would hurt your bare knees.

Television: Why were you watching renovation shows? Granite countertops were an awful choice with that backsplash.

Bladder: It hurts. You keep yourself from slouching to prevent more pressure because you can’t get up. Wanda said stay.

Wall clock: 6:17. Salvation. Wanda would be home soon with the takeout. You’d be able to get up once you showed her you were a good girl—

You could hear the front door open and shut, and somehow, you sat higher, your eyes lighting up at the possibility of release.

“Little dove!” Wanda sang as she came into view, arms loaded with Chinese boxes. “You’re sitting so pretty.”

You blushed under her praise but held her gaze. “Can I get up, mommy?” Impatience dripped from your tongue but you couldn’t help it. It felt like you were going to explode.

“That’s not very kind,” she chided, face scrunching and leaving the containers on the counter in favor of storming towards you. She dug her fingers into your chin, a frown painting her lips and forcing you to shrink down.

“I complimented you. Good girls use their manners.”

Batting your lashes, you used your most sincere tone. “Thank you mommy. Can I please get up now?”

You were never one to be so demanding. You were filled to the brim with pleases, thank yous, and yes ma’ams, and Wanda knew that. “Why are you so keen on leaving your spot? Do your knees hurt?”

“No mommy, I—“

“Are you getting hungry?” Her eyes flickered up and down you. “Hangry?”

The concern was endearing, but you were going to combust.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you interrupted, desperate for her to sympathize.

She tilted her head to the side before her eyes sparkled with mirth. “Oh honey,” Wanda cooed, releasing your chin to cup your cheek. “Let mommy help you. Lay back.”

You shook your head, tears springing into the corners of your eyes. Why wouldn’t she just listen and let you go?

“Please no-“

Her hand moved to your shoulder and nudged you back. “Now, dove, before I lose my patience.”

You shimmed off the pillow before laying back, pressing your heels into your butt before spreading your knee. Both arms wrapped around your chest. Steady breathing, you hoped as you inhaled with shut eyes, would be your saving grace from the potential embarrassment of losing control of your bladder.

“Good girl,” Wanda purred before you felt feather touches on your thighs, red flickering behind your eyelids.

“I knew all you wanted was to be good for me,” she assured, her fingers grazing fleshy hips. Teasing caresses traced meaningless patterns along your skin until one hand settled just beneath your belly button while the other brushed against your clit. “and mommy knows just how to help you.”

Before you could rebut, two fingers started circling your clit. Both eyes snapped open. Her other hand laid flat against your skin and pushed down, causing a sharp pain that jolted your hips up. Your thighs threatened to shut under the pressure, shaking against red magic.

Wanda was making it impossible to stave off your incontinence, and that’s when it hit you.

“M-mommy ple-please,” you stammered, tears streaming past your ears. “I don’t wanna.” Instinctively, you reached out to pull her hand away, only to be stopped by red tendrils reaching from your thighs to grab your wrists and pull them back down.

“Hush, my little baby. Let mommy take care of you.” She pressed harder against your belly and slid two fingers into your pussy without warning, twisting and hitting just the right spots.

A fresh wave of desperation washed over you as you squirmed, panicking as you feel a few drops start to leak out.

“Please,” you beg, shaking your head as you struggled between lifting your hips to meet her fingers and hold off the inevitable. “Mommy, if I cum I won’t be able to stop!”

“But Mommy’s having so much fun,” she cooed saccharine, knowing your body just as well as you did as her fingers picked up their pace, relentless. “Now, go on. Cum for me, princess.”

You come undone with heavy sobs, shaking against magical bonds. Every attempt you’d made to prevent an accident was fruitless as your body contracted and relaxed on its own accord. Warmth pooled under your hips and up your back, and you sob openly as you wet yourself, the floor, and Wanda’s hand.

Humiliation and pleasure color your cheeks pink as you lay beneath your partner. “I didn’t want-- Mommy, why?” You wailed, choking on air as you tried to communicate through your tears.

Her fingers slow as her lips pull into a smirk despite your discomfort. “Because I can.” Wanda curled her fingers up and you gasped, still sensitive. “Dumb baby made a mess all over my floor. Now who’s going to clean that up?”

With sinful fingers still plunging in and out of you, a coherent response was the furthest thing from your brain. You babbled over your slowing tears, utter nonsense to the woman above you.

At your mother’s insistence, you scheduled an appointment with a “lady doctor”. Dr. Potts was highly recommended by your mom, and while you wanted to argue that you didn’t *need* to see one, you would rather deal with the discomfort than your mother’s scathing disappointment.

“There’s a sheet on the table for you to cover yourself with,” the nurse who had escorted you stated and your attention turned back to her. Blue eyes softened, noticing your distress. “Strip from the waist down, and unhook your bra. Dr. Potts will come in, answer any questions, and you’ll get your exam done.”

She smiled, kind and understanding, and you felt yourself reciprocating as she turned to leave. “You’re going to be fine,” she assured, and the heavy door clicked shut.

“This’ll be fine,” you tried to persuade yourself as you took calculated steps to the table. Short boots were kicked off unceremoniously.

“I’m gonna act normal.”

Shaky fingers unbuttoned your jeans and slipped those and your underwear down in one swoop.

“She’s just a doctor--this is normal.”

You grabbed the sheet that the nurse had mentioned and frowned at the texture. It felt more like tissue paper. Just glancing at the offending thing would no doubt rip it, but you were desperate for some kind of decency, so you stepped up and sat down.

The sheet of disposable paper crinkled under your bare skin as you shifted. You draped the “sheet” over your legs, tucking it in under your thighs as gently as possible as you crossed your legs. One foot bounced, but you couldn’t seem to care as you sat with only paper and an oversized sweater to cover yourself.

Two sharp knocks startled you. Before you could croak out some type of response, the door was cracked open.

“Hi, y/n, are you decent?”

“Uh, yeah,” you stuttered out, clinging to the paper over your thighs as if it’d fly away.

The first thing you noticed about Dr. Potts was her smile: radiant and full teeth. It warmed your stomach, almost soothing your nerves before igniting them further.

She walked in like she owned the place, setting her laptop down on a rolling cart before sitting in a backless chair that you hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m Dr Potts,” she smirked, extending her hand. “But, call me Pepper.”

You leaned forward despite the discomfort and took her hand. “It’s, uh, good to meet you. Y/n but you already know that. It’s my first time here—my mom said I should come to you, but I wasn’t too sure, and-“

“You’re rambling,” Pepper interrupted, her eyes sparkling.

Snapping your hand away, you glared down at your lap.

“Oh honey, it’s okay. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous. We can take it slow.”

When you looked back at her, you couldn’t help but melt under her softness. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

Pepper opened her laptop before glancing back at you. “Now, let’s go over medical history.”

It hadn’t taken long for you to answer her questions. Most were simple. She even asked more personal questions: hobbies, friends, if you were in school. Everything she did so far had put you at such ease.

“Alright y/n, I need you to lie back.”

This moment of truth had you flustered, but, you had to trust Pepper. So far, she hasn’t led you astray. She’d been honest with you—made you feel comfortable. Perhaps you could do this.

You followed instructions, and continued to do so as she directed you to scooch down and place your heels in the stirrups. Pepper rolled her chair near you, only to stand and hover beside you.

She placed a gloved hand on your knee. “Would you like someone else in the room, or are you comfortable if I continue?”

You lifted your head to look her in the eyes. “I trust you.”

“Good! Now just relax.” Her hands shifted to your stomach and pulled your sweater up to your chest.

Cold air chilled your skin and caused your nipples to harden. You shut your eyes, only willing to endure as soft hands poked your flesh.

Pepper took her time, slender fingers prodding the tissue of one breast before moving to the next. She followed the same pattern, and you exhaled a breath of relief only to have it hitch in your throat as her finger grazed your nipple.

“Responsive,” Pepper sighed, her fingers now trailing down your stomach. They stopped at the hem of the tissue paper. That’s when you finally mustered the confidence to watch.

“And there’s those pretty eyes,” she cooed before pulling away the sheet. “Let’s get this out of the way, hm?”

The woman rounded you again before settling in her chair between your legs. You gasped as her hands gripped the inside of your thighs and pushed them further.

“Don’t be shy, honey. I’ll take good care of you.”

Her thumb pressed firmly against your clit causing you to gasp. You tried not to move too much: this was normal—it had to be.

“Such a good girl,” Pepper praised, moving her thumb in tight circles. You were sure to short circuit. “Keep it up so I can reward you, okay sweetie?”

Reward? How was an exam a rew—

One finger pressed into you with ease. Shock was replaced with pleasure, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“That’s it baby, open up for me.”

Pepper started slow, corkscrewing her digit until you were wiggling and sighing for more. She was happy to oblige, pushing in a second with little resistance.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, your body more accepting. Her fingers were so good—better than the sloppy, car quickies you frequented with your ex.

A chaste kiss was pressed to your thigh. “Look at you, soaking my glove,” Pepper taunted, eyes dark as she stared at you. “Who would’ve thought you were such a slut.”

Moaning louder, you lifted your hips just slightly, forcing her fingers deeper.

“Oh? You want more baby? Think you can take another finger?”

“Please,” you begged, groaning when she didn’t even wait for you to ask before slipping in a third.

It was so good. Your stomach was beginning to coil as you danced with undeniable pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

“More,” you cried out, “please Pepper!”

She chuckled at you, her free hand sitting just below your stomach. “So greedy,” she chastised, “let’s see if you can take my whole hand then.”

When her lips latched onto your clit, you were almost certain you could cry. She lapped against you, spitting and drooling and making the most obscene noises. You were a sputtering mess, squirming underneath her talented tongue.

You didn’t have to ask for a fourth; Pepper was in a giving mood. The pain of stretching slowly morphed into further pleasure until you were babbling pleases and mores. The precipice was nearing, your muscles tightening and begging for release.

“One more, baby,” Pepper assured after a long swipe at your cunt. “Deep breaths.”

Her thrusts were strong, but you almost doubted her ability to fit another in despite wanting it. You felt stretched, maxed out, and you almost protested until her thumb was teasing your pussy with every stroke in and out.

“Please Pepper! Oh fuck, please fuck me,” You sobbed, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as you moved with every thrust.

Pepper laughed, eyes sparkling once she tucked her thumb into her hand and forced herself back into you. Her pace was ruthless and you didn’t even have time to adjust to the size of her hand before you were shaking and squeezing around her, your orgasm rocking you without much warning.

“So, so good for me!” Pepper exclaimed, just barely slowing her pace and forcing you back up the cliff for another, inevitable, orgasm. “Give me one more, honey. Soak my hand like a good girl.”

And fuck, who were you to deny? You reached up and clasped a hand over your mouth as a scream was ripped from your throat, hips jerking and rolling until your orgasm, and Pepper’s hand, slowed.

She pulled out of you carefully, you shivered at the emptiness and longed to be full again. More. Now. Please.

You two used toys, regularly. You switched responsibility of who would lead. You had sex whenever and wherever you wanted. Sex wasn’t boring.

But, you wanted to try something new.

On one of you regularly scheduled girls nights, one of your friends had mentioned that she enjoyed being choked. You tried to play down your interest, but as she explained it, you couldn’t help the excitement building in you.

Melina was surprised when you brought it up, having to stop brushing her teeth to ensure you were serious. You backtracked almost immediately, but she stopped you, gently assuring you that together, you’d look into it.

Many forums, blogs, and conversations later, the two of you had finally come up with a plan.

That’s how you found yourself here: naked, on your back, clutching at Melina’s wrist as she squeezed your throat while three fingers pounded into your cunt without mercy.

“Oh kitten,” she purred, dangerous eyes glittering with amusement. “You don’t look like you want to breath too badly.”

You nodded your head as vigorously as you could, mouth slack and eyes blinking rapidly.

Melina tsked, loosening the pressure for just a moment; enough time for you to suck in a breath before constricting and forcing the air to stay in your lungs.

“Your pussy‘s soaked, little girl.” You groaned at the slur, fresh arousal slipping down your thighs. “Dirty thing gets off on being treated like she’s nothing, doesn’t she?”

Her fingers curled up, causing you to gurgle under her hand, your cry stuck.

“Gonna come for mommy, kitten? Soak mommy’s hand like a good whore?”

When her thumb reach up and brushed your clit, you were gone. Your body shook, hips moving without rhythm as you fell from your high, spilling all over her hand.

Her grip on your neck fell, fingertips dancing over your heated skin as you sucked in as much air as you could.

Melina slipped her fingers out of you and wiped them off on the sheets before kissing you sweetly. “How are you feeling, solnyshkuh?”

“Good,” you croaked with a goofy smile. “That was, really good. Thank you.”

Your girlfriend kissed you again, licking your top lip as she pulled away. “You can thank me by putting your tongue to good use,” she purred, crawling up your chest.