Synopsis: Pick your player x reader, SMUT! Minors stay out of this portion of the library. Office setting, audio erotica, over the desk, cock warming, recording without knowledge
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Good night. Have a great weekend!,” I call out as the door shuts and the last of my coworkers leave for the day. 5:45. I glance at the stack of paperwork on the corner of my desk and slide my earbuds in place. I will not be leaving anytime soon, that’s for sure.
3 hours later, I can feel my focus waning. Just 9 more client records and I can go home. The ending of this hell week is on the horizon. Pulling the next folder off the stack, I give it a once over. Typical information to input in the system. Nothing special, but still my brain won’t wrap around it. I shift my hips, trying to get comfortable. It’s always been this way. When I get bored, I don’t necessarily feel fidgety. No. I feel horny. Like I need something to fill me up to keep me still, to keep me focused.
I fidget for what feels like the tenth time this minute alone and contemplate heading to the bathroom. This is not a singular event, and more often than not the easiest way to get my head back into focus is to insert my trusty vibrator, turn on some sexual audio and continue on about my day. Most times the vibrator doesn’t even need to be on, just nestled inside of me to help keep my brain focused on the task at hand as the sounds serve as a reminder that once everything is completed I will reward myself with a sweet, powerful orgasm.
Looking over the file again, I try to focus on the writings on the page. Switching my music off and turning to some spicy ASMR to help, I grab my phone and make the switch. Low moans, skin hitting skin and whiny groans fill my ears as I relax a bit. Finally, the record in front of me makes sense and I get the information quickly into the computer. 8 more to go.
3 more folders completed, and the audio file has ended. Causing the fidgets to come back 10-fold as I quickly try to find a new audio track to listen to, I do not want to be here all night.
Two hands run up my shoulders, causing me to jump and scream.
“Relax, baby, it’s me.” My boyfriend’s warm, honey brown eyes stare into mine as he turns my chair to face him.
“What the hell are you doing here this late?” I ask, glancing at the clock reading 10:10.
“Well, I figured you hadn't eaten yet and would probably be hungry. I also figured that judging by the time and how much work you said you had, you’d also be quite….fidgety.” He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively, before grabbing my phone. “Based on your searching, I can see I’m correct.”
One thing of the many that I love about my boyfriend is that he knows my concentration techniques and does nothing to chastise me for them. Hell, he willingly helps in any way he can. Today was no different.
“Get up,” he says, pulling my chair farther from my desk and lifting my arm, helping me rise out of it. Once I’m standing, he takes my spot and slides his sweats down to release his already hard member.
“Been thinking about something on the way here?” I ask with a sly smile.
“Why don’t you sit and find out?” Pulling my skirt over his lap, I lower myself onto him, hissing as the familiar stretch fills me. This is exactly what I needed.
“Shit baby, no panties again? I have half a mind to bend you over this desk for parading around like that all day.” His voice is strained and breathy as I find a comfortable spot for both of us to situate in.
“3 files,” I moan once my chair is pulled back to my desk in an easy set up. “3 files, then you can.” Already my brain fog is clearing, reading the waves my pussy is sending to focus, so it can get fucked properly.
“Wait,” He says, taking my earbuds out and placing one of his in my left ear. “Now focus so we can both enjoy it soon.” He hits play and a familiar moan filters through my ear.
“Did you record yourself?” I ask, feeling my walls throb.
“Yeap and us. I’ve been recording us for a little while” He says, just as my voice lets out a soft whimper in my ear. “Figured having a library of sounds made would help you find something faster. From the feel of you pulsing and getting wetter, I’d dare say it’s working. You’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad? Mad I didn’t think of it before, it’s definitely working. Thank you baby.” I say honestly as I turn to kiss him. The movement causes both of us to moan softly.
“Work, please, then we can make a new track.”
Turning back to my computer, I pull up the files I need and get typing. My brain now laser focused as the sounds of our very own sexual experiences take over. The remaining files are done a mere 30 minutes later, making this a new record for me.
“Done.” I say, closing the desktop and moving my files to the side. “Shit, you have no idea how much that helped. Thank you for being here, baby, and thank you for the audio files. What do you say we create another track?” I ask, leaning back and softly rocking on his lap, his cock still hard and nicely tucked inside of me.
“Yes please.” He says, switching his phone to voice notes. “I’m so fucking hard from sitting here, I’m not gonna last long, baby.”
Opening my desk drawer, I pull out my makeup bag with my mini vibrator inside. Turning it on, I place it in his hand and guide him under my long skirt.
“Let’s make it fast then.” He glides the vibrator to my clit as we both stand, staying connected. As promised, I lean over my desk and spread my legs. Pressing the vibrator down, his hips began to snap against mine at a quick and harsh speed. Slamming my hips back into his, I feel every ridge of his dick sliding in and out of me. The moans leaving his mouth are going to make a great track. I lift my leg, allowing him more access once the knot begins to build in my stomach. “I’m close, s-o so fucking close.” I whimper as he grabs my leg, using it as leverage to move faster and deeper.
“C-um, cum baby c-um with me. L-let me hear those sounds that drive us fuck-fucking crazy.” He presses the vibrator against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. Causing the knot to tighten and break apart in a knee buckling orgasm. My sounds muted because of our setting, but definitely doing the trick for this next track. His grunts and high-pitched moans follow as I feel him release inside of me. Rocking into me a few more thrusts, we ride out our orgasms before he collapses on the chair again, completely out of breath. Reaching forward, he takes the vibrator and pushes it inside me, another moan leaving my lips.
“Keep that in until we get home. I want the next track to sound extra juicy.” He says, kissing my hip before pulling my skirt down and situating his sweats back in place. Grabbing his hand, I follow him out of the building on shaky legs. This next track is going to sound amazing.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Synopsis: Teasing, Lingerie, Sexy photographs, rewarding for chores, fade to black
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The text popped up on my phone, signaling that my boyfriend, who was supposed to be cleaning the apartment, had already gotten bored. I put the dress in my hand back on the rack before pulling the correct size and adding it to the pile on my arm. Shopping for this new event was going to be the death of me. Honestly, there was only one thing I found fun to shop for, and it was not dresses. Another alert rang through my phone. Did he get at least one thing done?
“Y/N?”
“I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other.”
Confused crinkled my face. What the hell was he going on about?
“Wasn’t that the number one rule when we moved in together?”
We’d only been living together for a few months, and we had unpacked everything together. We’d pretty much seen everything each other had, body included.
“Yes, it was. What are you going on about?”
“I have no secrets from you and nothing to hide….”
I shot back, rolling my eyes and heading to the dressing rooms, was he trying to pick a fight to get out of cleaning? This was his work event anyway. A sweet girl places my items inside my changing area and pulls the door closed, allowing me my privacy. I sit on the stool as I pull off my shoes and begin to unbutton my jeans. Another ping from my phones causes me to roll my eyes. Hopefully he at least got the laundry done, he was going to have nothing to wear under his suit to this event if he didn’t. Then again, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing….make it much more interesting, that’s for sure. Pulling the black dress with the side slit out first, I decide to check the phone again.
“So…..when were you going to tell me about this????” He asks, sending a picture of the new lingerie I just bought. Oh! That was what he was going on about, he wasn’t mad. He was horny. Fair play then.
“Oh that. Guess I do have one thing to tell you, but honestly, I’m surprised you never put it together. I have a thing for nice undergarments and lingerie. It’s really the only thing I like to shop for.”
“There was a sale at one of my favorite stores, so I picked up a few things.”
“I thought you’d enjoy them. Do you not like it?” I ask coyly, knowing damn well the discomfort that man is feeling in his sweats right now.
“You bought them for me?” Why is he surprised?
“Do you not like it? I can return all of them?” I hit send, looking over at the two bags I already bought.
“NO! NO! NO! I LIKE IT!! I like it a lot! It’s just all the ideas and images in my mind right now are throwing me off balance.”
“Okay. Just making sure. I mean, I’d hate to wear them all if you didn’t.”
“Wait….. 'them all’? As in, you bought more than just this one?”
Pulling the black dress on, I check my reflection in the mirror. This one will be perfect, and now that I know how he feels about the lingerie, my little surprise I’ve already bought will work wonderfully with it. I pull off the dress and replace it on the hanger. Snapping a pic in the mirror of the lingerie set I’m wearing now before I pull on my jeans and tee again and walk out, leaving the other dresses untouched.
“Yeah. I have I think 10 sets now. The one you’re looking at, the 8 I bought today….”
“8?!? OMG, Please wear nothing but those for the next few weeks…..and I think you should model them when you get home.”
“Wait, that’s only 9…..”
The smirk that plays on my lips is simply sinful. “And the one I have on…..”
“On? Oh, fuck the event. We’ll go in sweats for all I care. Just come home.”
I’m half tempted to make him beg, but a better idea crosses my mind. Pulling a set of heels from the shelves, I lay them against the dress before trying them on. Perfect pairing. I’m all set for the event.
“Care to keep imagining, or would you like a preview?”
“Preview or tease?”
Sending the picture I just took in the dressing room, I smirk again. “Either one works, I guess.”
“Fuck baby……”
“Please Please Please come home. I beg you!”
Hook, line and sinker. “Walking to the car now. Finish folding the clothes and cleaning the bedroom, or I’ll have to punish you.”
Synopsis: plus size female, pining, size kink, bookstore setting, ladder is involved.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To say he was obsessed would be an understatement. She was perfect. A little taller than his short frame and her body. God her body! Those curves, full chest and even fuller ass drove him crazy. He couldn’t stop staring, daydreaming of the way his hips snapping into hers would make every section of her jiggle and move in the most appetizing way. For the past year, he’s done nothing but silently pine over her. It was so hard not to stare. He knew he shouldn’t, definitely shouldn’t. No, he shouldn’t get too close. He shouldn’t linger by her too long. He shouldn’t try to brush her hands when they worked the front desk, and he definitely shouldn’t push himself a little harder against her when he passed behind her in the tight space of the register.
But in his defense, it was so hard not to. Not when she always smelled so good, like honey and flowers. And when she always looked so delicious in those cute tight shirts that showed off every curve and pushed up those plush tits perfectly. The evenings they worked together alone were the worst. Stupid ass weekdays when the store was rarely busy, and they had too much time to sit and talk. Her laugh would echo through the shop, making his knees weak, just like tonight.
Sitting on the stool behind the counter of the old bookstore, he couldn’t help but stare as her entire chest shook as she laughed. Her soft, cushiony belly moving with each punctuated breath she let out. “You didn’t tell him that?” She giggled again at his story.
“I promise I did! He was buying the entire Sherlock Holmes set and freaking looked like Sherlock Holmes. How could I not?” He could hear the hitch in his voice and wanted to cower in embarrassment, but took a deep breath, trying to play it cool.
The large clock on the wall chimed loudly, alerting the two of them that it was time to lock up.
“11 already?” She asked, sliding off the chair before pulling her hair back and up into a ponytail. He had such a love/hate relationship with that damn ponytail. On the love side, he could clearly see that tanned neck, covered with freckles, just like the ones that covered his own face. He couldn’t help but think if they’d match up as he littered her neck with marks. Making sure everyone knew this beautiful goddess was his to enjoy. On the hate side, it gave him the worst daydreams of grabbing that ponytail and pulling her back while he flipped up her flowy printed skirt and fucked her from behind. Getting to watch his dick disappear in between those meaty ass cheeks.
“Hello? Dude!” He was snapped back to reality as she waved her hand in front of his face. “Welcome back sunshine.” God, her smile was the fucking sunshine, not him. “If you want to duck out, I can re-shelve and clock you out too when I’m done.”
Looking over at the lack of mess around them, he shook his head gently. “Nah, it’s okay there’s a lot to shelve, and we need to put out the new releases and change the displays too. I’ll hang here.” It all sounded like good reasoning, they did in fact need to finish those tasks, but it had less to do with the task and more to do with the company.
“If you’re sure.” She shrugged before picking up the phone connected to the overhead speakers. “Do you mind?”
Shaking his head, he gathered the new display books in his arms and began walking to the front displays. A low, sultry beat echoed through the store as she picked up random items to reshelve. Trying to keep his eyes on the task in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice the way she was swaying her hips to the beat. He tried to keep the view in his peripheral vision but unfortunately lost the fight, causing his eyes to widen when she caught him staring. “Um. The ones that go in the back, just put on the sofa and we’ll do those together.” He stated, attempting to make a quick recovery.
“Thanks,” she replied shyly. He was the only one who caught on to the fact that she hated being alone in the back of the store. Something about it just gave her creeps.
Looking at the completed displays, they high-fived before making their way back to the couches, his eyes repeatedly glancing at her ass as she continued to sway to the music. Gathering up all the stray books that belonged in the back portion of the store, he made sure to stick next to her, in a small attempt at comfort.
“How are your classes going?” She asked as they walked up and down the first aisle.
“Descent, I guess. I’ve always heard senior year is the worst because of the workload, and it’s true. My portfolio for Creative Writing is kicking my ass. It’s so damn stressful.”
“There are many ways to relieve stress, sunshine.” He could feel his face flush at her words but knew that innuendo was not what she was talking about. “You on top or me?” For fuck’s sake, the blood in his body began to reposition, giving his lower region much more than necessary at this moment. Looking up at her slowly, he heard the sliding ladder scraping against the metal bar before he saw it. Definitely not what she meant. “I’ll spot,” he said, handing her the last set of books in his hands. “Hold me tight,” she said playfully as she climbed the steps to reach the top shelf.
He intended to say something flirty back, but the second his eyes lifted, they were met with a clear shot up her skirt. Baby blue lace panties covered a tantalizing portion of her plump ass cheeks, but not enough to conceal it all. God, he wanted to sink his teeth into those cheeks, suck mark after mark over her creamy flesh before ramming himself between them.
“You know you’re not very sly,” she said, turning her head to look down at him, still perched on the ladder. His cheeks heated at her words. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks, can she?
“Do you like me, sunshine, or just need to get your stress relief?”
“Wh-what?” He asked, trying but failing miserably to keep his composure.
“Do you like me or do you just want to fuck something?” She stated plainly. “Because at first I thought you were looking at me because of my size, which people do. They usually have some comment or another about my outfits being ‘too little’ or ‘too tight’ for ‘someone like me’.”
Immediately, he began to shake his head in disbelief. Who the fuck would tell her that!? Anger starts to work its way through him before she stops him. “But then more than a dozen times I’ve caught you licking your lips or sporting something a little thicker in your pants area while staring at me. So I’ll ask again. Do you have a thing for me, sunshine, or do you just want to get your dick wet? Because I’m not really a one time fling kinda girl. And I’m sure as hell not gonna be the fat chick you fucked just because you feel like you can. I’ve got more respect than that.”
In a second, he was moving up the steps right under her. “Don’t you dare fucking say that about yourself. You’re a damn goddess, and any asshole that says differently can go fuck the hell off.”
“Down boy,” she stifled a laugh as she pat his head. “Don’t go all fantasy novel on me. Now are you gonna answer the question?”
“I like you,” he states, much stronger and faster than he anticipated.
“Alright, whatcha gonna do about it?” Getting as close to her as possible on the slim ladder, he pulls her lips down to his, taking her into a searing kiss. Their lips begin to move against each other before his tongue slips onto hers, tasting her thoroughly before pulling away. His heart is hammering against his chest as he takes a few steps down and off the ladder, expecting her to follow. Her own body feeling hot with need and a bit of disappointment. “Hum” she huffs, “that was a hell of a kiss but with the way you eye fuck me, I thought you’d do more. Ya know, go for a feel, try to finger me, anything.” A growl comes from his chest at her words.
“You giving me permission, sweetheart?” He retaliates, “And no nodding, use your words like a big girl.”
“I am a big girl,” she says, motioning down her body.
“So much more to taste, my pretty,” he says, effectively cutting her off. “But I didn't hear a yes or no.”
“Yes, you have my permission.” She says, gripping onto the ladder ready to make her decent. She halts her movements as he clicks his tongue at her, shaking his head. “Stay in your tower, princess, you’re not allowed to come yet.”
Gripping her hips and turning her around, breasts now flush against the ladder, he runs his hands over the soft swell of her ass before reaching up and unclipping her bra. He flips her skirt up now having a better view of that ass he so long dreamed about. Pressing his lips to her skin, he begins kissing, nibbling and sucking on the soft flesh there. A moan escapes from her as he bites down particularly hard. “Turn,” he demands, taking a step back allowing her to move, “and hold on.” Before she can register what he means, his head is under her skirt, moving her leg up and over his shoulder before he begins nipping at the fabric covering her most sensitive part. “You’re already soaked, baby,” he says, nuzzling the wet patch with his nose. “Shall I leave it be for dessert or have it as my meal?” He asks aloud, expecting no answer. Pulling the strip of fabric to the side, he spreads her open with his fingers before lightly running the tip of his tongue up her slit.
“Shit,” she hisses, feeling her knees jolt at the pleasure, “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“You have no idea how much time I’ve wasted watching you. On campus, here in the store. You drive me crazy, baby. I’ve wasted enough time, now, just let me make you feel good.” Immediately his lips are back on her pussy, kissing at her lower lips, sucking on her clit and lapping at her opening as he moans at the intoxicating taste of her all over his tongue and chin.
“I’m close.” She mutters, feeling her legs begin to shake, trying to keep her upright despite the enormous pleasure filled assault happening to her lower half. His lips release as he moves back, taking her hands and bringing her down the ladder. Once her shaky feet hit the floor, he pulls her into another mind-blowing kiss. She can’t help the moan that escapes her as she tastes herself on his lips, pushing her body forward for some much-needed friction.
“Can I fuck you, gorgeous?” He asks softly, holding onto the back of her neck.
“Please. Please fuck me.” She mumbles, her head moving quickly in a nod. He pulls her close again before gripping her hips and turning her around. “Ass up, baby, and hold on.” She assumes her position, bending down at her waist and clutching onto the ladder for support.
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you like this for a year now. Been dreaming of having my cock disappear between this delicious ass. Of holding onto your gorgeous belly and tits while I fuck into you.” Flipping up her skirt just like in his daydreams, he drops to his knees, biting her plump ass and sucking a few marks into the flesh. “You have no idea how many times I’ve moaned your name and cum in my hand at this thought. I can’t believe I’m here now. I won’t go slow, so hold tight and say “red” if it gets to be too much. Okay?”
“Yes,” she verbally agrees, causing him to spank her ass as he stands behind her again, pulling his dick out of his jeans.
“That’s my good girl.” Running his hand up her back, he pulls at the bra still loosely attached to her before grabbing her supple breast in his hand. He groans at the feeling as he pumps himself. Pulling her panties to the side again, he lines himself up and pushes inside her warm walls in one movement. “Fuck!” They both groan. “You feel amazing sunshine, even bigger than I imagined, and I felt I was being an over thinker here.”
“Yeah?” He replies with a giggle. “You’re heaven, just like I knew you would be. Glad to hear you fantasized about me too, though. Did you give yourself any orgasms with those thoughts?” He snaps his hips toward hers before removing himself almost completely, leaving his tip resting inside her opening.
“Yes,” She whispers at the filling sensation. Grabbing her hand and putting it over his, “Teach me,” he requests calmly before moving his hips and slamming into her again. The whimper that leaves her lips only adds fuel to his fire. “Please teach me,” he mutters. Softly, she takes his hand and guides it to her folds, moving his fingers in soft motions through her outer lips before guiding his finger to her clit. “Teach me how to make this voluptuous body shake. How to make that delicious cream spill all over my dick and tongue.
Teach me how to make those mind-numbing noises tumble from your lips.” His pace becomes unrelenting as he pleads with her, moving his fingers with her guidance. Their sounds turn pornographic as their highs approach. “Ass. Ass.” She repeats, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten.
He chuckles, finding both her dick drunk expression and chant enticing. “Are you calling me an ass or asking for something, goddess?”
A soft giggle escapes her, “smack my ass,” she clarifies while taking his fingers and pinching her clit. At her request, he draws his hand back before bringing it back down to her ass. “Oh fuck!” Her moan echoes through the small space as her orgasm barrels through her. From inside, he felt her walls contract and flutter around him. Staring at the red mark left for his hand and the satisfied giggles falling from her lips, his hips start to falter. Slamming into her harshly one more time, his orgasm takes over, her walls still softly milking him as she comes down from her high.
Leaning her against the sliding ladder, he gently pulls out of her. Turning to face him, he’s met with a satisfied smile.
“I feel like this was cheating. I didn’t get to see you, or taste you. Nothing.” She states pretending to pout.
“Nothing, huh?” He says, reaching between her thick thighs and swiping their combination out of her. “I wouldn’t call this anything. But if you’d like, we can go back to my place, and I’ll show you all you want.” He says with a wink and smirk.
Synopsis: Public sex, fun couple, established couple, fuck it list, SMUT, Halloween, standing, costumes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s still two months until Halloween.” He whined, pouting dramatically while you finished getting ready. “Do we have to go to get costumes today? I want sleep. I need sleep and cuddles.”
“Loser, it’s 3 weeks until Halloween and your dumbass signed us up for the costume contest at your work party. So, no cuddles for you until we find a good couple's costume.”
“No shit?” He asks, grabbing his phone to check the date. “Holy fuck, it is 3 weeks.” His pout returns as he realizes you are indeed correct. “Fine. I’ll get a shirt and shoes on, but you're taking me to lunch later.”
Taking him to a Halloween store was equivalent to taking a toddler to a toy store. He would not sit still. Darting from one side of the store to the next, actively calling “Baby look!” at everything that caught his attention for more than 2 seconds. Finally arriving at the couple's costumes, you start to peruse through the selections. Grabbing a few choices and placing them in the hand basket, before setting off to find your overactive boyfriend.
The decor lining the walls was typical, huge scarecrows with glowing eyes, cackling witches, and the occasional motion-censored jump scare. Finally spotting the dressing rooms, you turn around, continuing to search for the idiot you love. Standing in the middle of all the animatronics, you pull out your phone to call him. Turning around, a dumbass in a Ghost face mask jumps in front of you, causing you to jump and almost drop your phone. His belly-shaking laugh causes you to roll your eyes as the realization hits that the dumbass is, in fact, your dumbass.
“Oh baby, you should have seen your face!” He laughs again, pulling the mask up. “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad.” He pleads, taking your hands in his and kissing them.
“I’m not mad, you just scared me.” you reply, shaking your head. “Now for your punishment, you have to come try on these costumes with me.” Grabbing his hand, you begin to pull him toward the dressing rooms.
“I thought you weren’t mad. Why am I being punished?” he whines, again like a toddler not getting a toy.
“Two changing rooms, please,” you say, walking up to the girl at the counter. She pulls a single earbud out of her ear as she eyes you up and down.
“What?” She snaps, giving you a look that says you just ruined her entire day.
“We’d like to try these on,” you say again, motioning to the basket.
“Yeah whatever,” she says, putting her earbud back on, “Grab a curtain or two, that way.” She flips her wrist in the direction of the changing rooms.
“Thank you so much for your help and hospitality.” Your boyfriend says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the changing area. “Wow, she was delightful.”
A giggle escapes you as he pulls a curtain back and allows you to walk inside. “Which one am I trying first?” He asks, holding out his hands. Placing the Ken doll costume in his hands, he walks to the next curtain as you begin to change into Barbie.
“I like it!” He yells, jumping out from behind the ‘wall’ curtain to show off. “Whoa.” He says, his eyes widening as he takes in your tight blue aerobics outfit. “It’s a little tight.” You say, pulling at the fabric before feeling it retract against your skin.
“Okay, Barbie, no go for the party.” He says before taking the next costume and disappearing behind the curtain again.
“Really?” His voice cuts through the curtain as you spin around in a circle, trying to adjust your wings. “Peter Pan and Wen-”
He stops as you turn, finally situating them as you come into his full view.
“Not Wendy, Tinker Bell,” you answer, pulling the dress down a bit to cover your very exposed thighs.
“Well, hello, Tinker Bell.” He says, walking over and running his hands down the very line you just adjusted. “I will gladly wear tights if you are in that the whole evening.”
“I’m not sure if that would work honey,” you state taking in and motioning to his hardening length, “I’m afraid the Lost Boy going to want to come out to play.”
Pushing him back into his dressing room, you begin to try on the next outfit.
“I feel like a tool.” He proclaims again, moving back the curtain and stepping inside your portion of the changing rooms. “A butler darling, really? It’s a little cliché.”
“Cliché, yes but also a classic.” You say, turning toward him in your maid outfit. His eyes grow wide as he sweeps his them from your head to your toes, a small blush creeping onto his plump cheeks.
“I take it back, I like cliché.” He mutters, grabbing the ends of the skirt and rubbing it between his fingers.
“Definitely not appropriate for your work party, though. When I bend over, you can clearly see my ass cheeks.” You say, bending over to show him, without thinking. A sigh leaves his lips as he caresses your bottom. “You can’t do that. Lost Boy definitely wants to play now.” Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you close. You feel his breath tickle your neck before he attaches them to your neck, hitting that sweet spot instantaneously.
“Stop it,” You playfully scold him as you swat his hip, his lips still nipping and sucking on your neck. “We’re in public.”
Turning you around in his arms, he brings his lips to yours, and pecks them softly before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “This is the noisiest store we’ve ever been in. No one will even know. And do you really think Miss Sunny Sunshine out there is not only going to hear, but actually give a shit about what’s going on in here?” His warm breath ghosts across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake.
Thinking about the atmosphere, you walked through earlier, his reasoning wasn’t wrong. You could barely hear what was going on in the next aisle, much less anything back here. Not to mention, the store wasn’t crowded at all, since you arrived a little after opening. No one would need the dressing rooms for a while, so the idea wasn’t a bad one.
“Wasn’t something like this on our ‘fuckit list’?” He mutters before pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your neck. He knew full well it was something he added to the list you had made last year. The list contained all the sexual kinks, locations and scenarios you both would like to experience in your lifetime. So far, you had checked off a little over a dozen of them. “Please baby,” he whimpers almost pouting, “I don’t think I can wait. I promise I’ll make it fast and quiet.” After so long together, you knew he had every card up his sleeve to be able to accomplish both those things.
“We’re gonna have to buy these, you know that, right?” You say, pulling the fabric of his pants down, allowing his hardness to smack against the costume.
“Done. Then we can check off the role-play situation later.” Your lips reattach as he picks you up, pushing your back up against the only wall in the small room. “Hold onto that bar, baby.” He says, motioning to the secured clothing rack hanging directly above you. Gripping the bar just hard enough to support yourself, he deftly moves the small fabric covering your sex to the side, efficiently sliding in with a quick snap of his hips. “God, you feel like heaven, every fucking time.” He mutters, pistoning his hips into you with every word. Biting down on your lip to keep the sounds from falling out, your eyes roll back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. In this position, you’re able to feel every ridge and vein on his delicious cock. It’s enough to make your mouth water. Tightening his grip on your ass, he begins to move you up and down his shaft.
The moan that wants to escape is too great, you bring your head to the side, attaching your lips to your own bicep in an attempt to stifle them. His hips never cease their assault, as his arms drag you up and down, slamming you onto his cock with each descent. Your arms begin to shake from the position, bringing one down in an attempt to relieve the tingling feeling. Lowering you down to the floor, he leaves your warm walls only for a second as he turns you back around and bends you over. “Stay like that, baby. Fuck, you look so sexy.” His hands cascade over your ass before he slams himself back into you, adopting the same brutal pace. The mixture of fear of getting caught and the pleasure coursing through you has your orgasm making a speedy appearance. “Babe, babe, babe,” you quietly chant, feeling him push in harder with each thrust, just like you like. “Cum, baby, let go. Let me feel you.” He whimpers, smacking your ass and sending you over the edge. Your walls constrict around him as you bite down on his hands that quickly cover your mouth. “Fff-uuu-cc-kk” his moan is breathy and heavy as his own orgasm fills you. Pulling you closer to him and standing you upright, his fingers delicately brush your clit, causing you to jump and moan again. “I fucking love you.” He says grabbing your phone from your bag hanging on the wall. “Picture time baby. This is definitely one for the ‘fuckit book’.” He raises the phone and takes a photo of you both. Him still flush against your body with his member still inside. Another rule of checking off the ‘fuckit list’, it had to have evidence, so no arguments would arise in the future. Slowly pulling out of you, he readjusts your clothing to cover you properly before kissing your lips, nose, and forehead.
“I love you.” You say, pulling him closer in time to feel his stomach growl.
“How about we get the Ghostface outfit, and you can be a victim from the movie. Then we go get lunch?” He asks hopefully. At your nod, he jumps back into his own room to change with a “Yay!”
Synopsis: Pick your player x reader, implied smut, jealous, friends to more, heavy make out, staging.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Are you sure you want her gone?” She asked, removing her shoes and throwing them haphazardly toward the door.
“Yes, I have tried everything, she just won’t get the hint that it’s over and that it has been over for quite some time. I’m sorry dear there’s really no one else I could trust with this.”
“Well, we have been friends for quite some time, and I’m happy to help. Honestly, I’m glad you feel you can trust me.” She took a deep breath and looked around the room. From what he said, his ex usually dropped by on Thursday nights around 8. It had been their thing to play catch up on their shows on Thursday. The clock on the wall showed 7:45. Time to start the show.
“Okay, if I know anything about her, and I think I do. There is only one way to get her to go away and take the hint for good. So take off your shirt.”
His cheeks blushed immediately, “what?” He managed to stutter out.
“Ugh, come on. Just take off your shirt. I have a plan.” She started moving forward, her delicate hands moving in a skilled motion as she unbuttoned his shirt. “She has to see that you’ve moved on. We both know she’s hated me since the moment she saw me, so this will definitely work, I just need you to go with it.”
Once his shirt was unbuttoned, she turned away, her back facing him as she removed her own shirt and bra, throwing them on the floor and couch respectively. He watched speechless and starstruck as she carefully pulled his shirt over her now bare shoulders, buttoning it up softly. Leaving the top few buttons open and fluffing the collar, she pulled the bottom up as she undid her pants, sliding them off and letting them fall to the floor in a puddle.
“Pants too, junior,” She stated, spinning around to face him before she motioned to the jeans still covering his legs. “Chop chop, we’re running out of time.” Taking a step toward him, she giggled a little as he took a step back.
“I got it,” he replied, nervously undoing the button and zipper.
“Leave it like that,” she replied hastily, “when she gets here it will look a little worse. Well, better, worse...you get it.” She laughed a little again, causing him to wonder if she was nervous too. But for what? She had made this plan, he was the one being led around blind.
“Okay now the only way to make this next part look real is to well make it real.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked quizzically.
“You trust me, right?” She asked, stepping up to him.
“Wholeheartedly,” he replied softly.
“Good,” she said, standing on her tiptoes and pulling him to her. Her lips crashing to his as they asked for entrance, something he happily obliged. His hands wrapped warmly around her waist, pulling her up to him as he walked her to the counter and placed her on top of it. Immediately his hands went to her hair, pulling teasingly, trying everything he could to pull her closer to him. She returned the need, pulling him in closer with her legs and gripping the back of his coiffed hairdo, trying her hardest to mess it up in the sexiest way. Pulling his head back, she descended the side of his throat, leaving red lipstick marks peppered across his skin. Taking another soft portion of his skin before sinking her teeth into it lightly and sucking a red mark. A soft moan left his lips, before he pulled her back to his lips. This time it was her own moan that vibrating against his lips as he deepened the kiss. The clock in the hallway chimed, eight o’clock, just before the doorbell rang out, damn punctual bitch.
Softly the two parted. His lips plump and glistening from her red lipped kisses. His hair sticking up in a surprisingly delicious way as red smears, and bite marks littered his neck. His eyes hooded over from an obvious lust that neither of them was expecting.
“How can you look that beautiful?” He asked, taking in her appearance. Her hair fluffy from his tugging on it, her lipstick seductively smeared around her plump lips in a way only heavy kissing can do. There she sat on his counter clad in a dizzy look and his favorite blue button up. The doorbell echoed through the house once more.
“Showtime,” She said with a tremor in her voice as he lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor, not quite letting go yet. “Um, y-you go get the door. I’ll run to the room, your room, and come out in a few minutes,” she said softly, not quite able to look him in the eye yet.
“Sounds good,” he said, placing a soft kiss to her lips once again before smacking her ass as she turned to leave.
The conflicting feelings bounded through her as she waited for him to answer the door. A shudder through the house signaled that the front door was opened.
“What is going on here?” She heard the female’s voice yell rather frantically.
“I’m spending the night with my girlfriend, what’s so wrong about that.” He stated more than asked. The word girlfriend directed toward her made her chest swell with the last feeling she had expected to come from tonight.
“What about our night?” The girl asked angrily. This was it, now was the time for her grand entrance. Not fixing a damn thing about her appearance, she walked out of the room, still dizzy from their time before.
“Honey, is everything okay?” She asked padding lightly over to him.
“Yeah doll,” he replied, bringing his hand around her waist. “I’m sorry, Jill, but it’s been over between us for quite some time. I don’t know how many times you need me to tell you. We broke up, and I’ve moved on, as you can see. I’m happy. Really happy, and I won’t let anything or anyone take that from me. Our night and time is over. I really do wish you the best, though.”
A shrill scream was heard through the room as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
Turning is attention back to his sexily messed up girl, he couldn’t help but beam at her.
“Told ya this would work,” she said, feeling his hand pull her in closer. “Great speech, by the way.”
“Thanks,” he replied, tracing her hip lightly through his shirt. “I was only telling the truth.” The silence that fell between them sat awkwardly as they both thought of where to move from here. “Let’s not complicate things, shall we?” He asked timidly. “That over there was amazing and kinda popped up thoughts I had only dreamed of before. I like you, I have for a long time. As much more than my fantastic friend. I’d like to see where this goes, if that’s okay with you. No sex just yet but maybe some more of those mind-blowing kisses. Then dinner and a proper date. Take things slow and see where these feelings lead us. That’s my proposal. What say you?” He held out his hand for her to possibly shake in her approval or slap in her detest, whichever she wanted, either way he was waiting and willing.
Stepping up on her tiptoes again, she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Deal.” She replied softly.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Top Posts Tagged with #pickyourfightersmut | Tumlook
