daniela was a problem. there was no other way to put it. she was a beautiful, gorgeous problem that never seemed to run out of steam, especially when it came to her fucked up kinks. she didn't just like public sex; she lived for the risk. she lived for the way your face would flush crimson when she'd slide her hand under your shirt in the middle of a conversation.
even when the whole group was together, she didn't give a shit. you'd all be sitting in the living room, just hanging out, and you'd feel her warm palm slide up your ribs, her thumb tracing idle circles against your skin beneath your blouse. it was constant. it was shameless.
"dani, stop it," you'd whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up as you glanced at the others. you'd reach over and slap her shoulder firmly. "people are right here.”
she'd just chuckle, that low, husky sound that always made your stomach flip. she wouldn't even look sorry. one time, when you were all watching a movie and megan was staring at you both with that knowing, amused expression, dani actually had the audacity to smirk and gesture toward you.
"she's extra sensitive tonight, meg," dani would drawl, her fingers squeezing your waist under your shirt. "you want a turn?" you'd practically choke on your own breath, slapping her shoulder again with more force this time. "daniela! shut up!" you'd hiss, though your heart was hammering against your ribs from the sheer boldness of her.
then there was that one night. you were absolutely exhausted, your body feeling heavy as you drifted off to sleep. you could hear dani moving around the room, probably thinking about getting you in bed, but you couldn't even open your eyes. you just wanted to sleep.
"baby, come on, wake up. i want you," you heard her mumble, her voice thick with desire. "go away, dani... i'm sleeping," you groaned into your pillow. you felt her sigh, then the sound of her laptop opening. you figured she was just going to watch something to wind down, but you didn't realize she was looking for something specific. you drifted back into a half conscious haze, feeling her hand find yours.
"please, princess. just let me use your hand for a second so i can sleep too," she whispered. you didn't even have the energy to fight her. you just weakly offered your hand, your eyes still closed, thinking it would make her leave you alone. but then you felt her fingers guide your hand downward. you heard the soft click of her laptop, and then you heard what she was watching the wet, filthy sounds of a couple fucking in the middle of a crowded grocery store aisle.
your sleepy brain couldn't process it fast enough. you felt your fingers wrap around something hot, thick, and throbbing. dani let out a choked noise when your hand closed around her cock. she started moving your hand up and down, her breathing getting ragged as she watched the video and felt your warm palm working her. she was using your unconscious body to help her cum, and by the time she let out a satisfied groan and slumped back, you were already dead to the world again.
the next morning, you woke up feeling strangely sore, but you chalked it up to bad sleep. but over the following week, dani became obsessed. every single day, she kept asking you the same thing.
"when are we going grocery shopping again?”
you finally gave in on a Thursday. you thought it would be a normal errand, but you should have known better with her. when you got to the store, you noticed something was off immediately. dani was wearing these loose black basketball shorts, but she wasn't wearing anything underneath them. you could tell because every time she moved, there was this weight swaying between her thighs.
as you walked through the produce section, she started her game. every time you passed an aisle, she'd shift closer. you felt something hard and warm brush against your hip. you glanced sideways, seeing her smirk as she deliberately leaned her cock against your side while pretending to examine some apples.
"dani, stop," you whispered, your face burning as you grabbed a bag of spinach. "stop what?" she asked innocently, though she moved closer again. when you bent over to reach for something on a lower shelf, you felt it. she didn't even try to hide it this time. she stepped up behind you, and you felt the unmistakable length of her cock naked and hot brushing against the back of your ass through your skirt. she was letting it ride free under that fabric just to torment you.
you spun around, your eyes blazing with embarrassment. "are you serious right now? we're in the middle of the store!" dani didn't look ashamed at all. in fact, she looked like she was enjoying your panic. she stepped into your space, trapping you between her body and the shelves of canned goods.
"you're so cute when you're flustered, princess," she whispered, her hand finding your ass and squeezing hard. "and you know what? i'm not stopping." she glanced down the aisle. it was empty, the lights overhead. before you could protest, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you deeper into the shadows of the pasta aisle. she hiked your skirt up in one motion, her tip already red and leaky.
"dani, someone will—"
"let them," she growled, lifting your leg and shoving her cock into your pussy in one devastating thrust. you let out a strangled moan, biting your lip so hard you tasted blood. the risk was terrifying the floor beneath your feet, the nearby sounds of shopping carts, the possibility of a stranger turning the corner but as she started fucking you right there against the shelves, the adrenaline made your pussy clench around her like never before. she fucked you with a desperate, filthy hunger, her hips slamming against yours while she whispered filthy things in your ear about how good you tasted in public.
the sound of her cock sliding into you was wet and obscene, echoing strangely against the metal shelves. every thrust made the canned goods rattle behind your back, a sound that terrified you but also made your clit throb with desperate need. you were clinging to her shoulders for dear life, your knuckles white, your head thrown back against a box of penne as you tried to muffle your screams.
"fuck, you're so warm," dani hissed against your neck, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin. she wasn't being gentle anymore; she was fucking you like she wanted to claim every inch of you right there on the store. "i've been thinking about this since that night you slept through me."
you let out a broken whimper, your hips involuntarily rising to meet her. "dani... please... someone..."—"let them see you like this," she growled, her hips slamming harder against yours. "let them see how wet you get when i fuck you in public. let them see what a good little slut you are for me."
the words should have hurt, but with your heart racing at two hundred beats per minute, they only made you wetter. the shame was melting into pure, unadulterated arousal. you felt her cock hitting your cervix with every punishing thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up through your stomach. you heard the distant squeak of a shopping cart wheel somewhere two aisles over. you froze, your entire body locking up, your breath catching in your throat. dani didn't stop. if anything, she pushed harder, deliberately grinding her cock against your most sensitive spot while you were paralyzed with fear.
"don't stop moving, princess," she commanded in a low whisper, her hand sliding down to find your clit. she started rubbing you roughly, her thumb working in sync with her hips. "keep taking it. show me how much you love this risk." you couldn't help it. the combination of the fear of being caught and the overwhelming sensation of her cock filling you was too much. you started to cum, your pussy clenching around her in powerful, involuntary waves.
"oh god, dani " you gasped, your voice cracking as you felt the orgasm tear through you. the feeling of your pussy milking her pushed her over the edge. she let out a groan, her body tensing as she drove herself as deep as she could possibly go. you felt the hot, thick spurts of her seeds filling you up, flooding your pussy as she came hard. she held you there for a long moment, her forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting heavily in the dim light of the aisle.
she slowly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and achy. she quickly adjusted her basketball shorts, looking as casual as if she had just been checking the expiration date on some pasta sauce. but her eyes were blown wide, dark with satisfaction.
"there," she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. her smirk returned, that wicked, shameless look that told you she was already planning the next time she'd take you somewhere risky. "now let's go get those groceries, baby." you stood there for a second, your legs shaking so badly you thought you might collapse, you could feel her cum dripping down your thigh. you wanted to slap her, to yell at her, to run home and hide under the covers but all you could do was follow her, your face crimson and your body still buzzing from the most dangerous errand of your life.
you tried to focus on your psych notes. you could feel the heat before you even noticed her presence that familiar, floral scented aura that always followed your girlfriend, lara. she was the one who always smelled like expensive vanilla and fresh laundry, never had a hair out of place, even spraying body mist while on practice with the girls. or so everyone thought.
"lara.. you're distracting me," you mumbled without looking up, but you could feel her close. way too close.
she didn't pull away. instead, you felt her lips hover just millimeters above the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. she wasn't kissing you; she was inhaling. you felt her hot breath ghost over your pulse point, a slow, deliberate drag of air that made the hairs on your arms stand up.
"you just smell so good today, y/n.." lara whispered, her voice uncharacteristically husky. she nuzzled closer, her nose dragging along your jugular. "you've been working so hard.. you're very warm..” you shivered, dropping your pen. "lara, seriously. i need to finish this."
"just five more minutes.." she murmured, her lips pressing against your skin in a way that felt less like affection and more like hunger. she was hovering there, like a predator scenting prey, her nose buried in your neck as if she were trying to absorb your very essence through her nostrils.
it had been happening more often lately. the gym sessions were the worst. lara, who usually insisted on pristine yoga sets and immediate showers, had suddenly become your shadow during workouts. she would push you to do extra sets, extra cardio, making sure you were dripping in sweat. and when you'd reach for your towel, panting and desperate to rinse off, she'd be there, blocking your path with that sweet, innocent smile.
"don't be silly, y/n.. the water will just wash away all that good energy we built up together.." she'd say, her eyes darting to your damp sports bra, to the way sweat rolled down your cleavage, to the dark patches under your arms. you didn't realize then that she was staring at your armpits with a glazed, hungry intensity, imagining the sharp, salty musk that lived there.
then came the evenings. the 'cuddle sessions' on the couch that felt less like relaxing and more like lara was conducting an experiment. she would wrap herself around you, her nose pressed against your sternum, your inner thigh, your neck, sniffing you in her sleep as if she couldn't function without the hit of your pheromones.
the breaking point came on a rainy tuesday.
you were looking for your favorite gray hoodie the one you'd worn three days straight and your lace panties. you figured lara had borrowed the hoodie again, since she always seemed to be wearing something that smelled suspiciously like you.
you walked toward her bed to ask her about it, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw her. lara wasn't studying. she wasn't sleeping. she was curled up on her bed in a position that looked almost feral. she had your gray hoodie pressed against her face, both hands fistfuls of the fabric buried against her nose as she took deep, shuddering breaths. but that wasn't what made your blood run hot.
tucked between her thighs was your discarded pair of panties. she was grinding her clit against the damp cotton, her hips moving in slow, obscene circles. her eyes were closed tight, her head thrown back as she whined through clenched teeth.
"nngh.. y/n.. fuck.. smell.. so good—ahh.." she whimpered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. you froze, your heart hammering against your ribs. the door creaked as you accidentally shifted your weight, and the sound was like a gunshot in the silent room.
lara bolted upright, her eyes snapping open. she looked completely wrecked her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her hair was mussed, and her glasses were lopsided. she looked terrified, caught like a thief in the night, but the way she was still clutching your hoodie to her face and your panties against her clit made the situation feel dangerously charged.
"y/n.. i.. i can explain.." she stammered, her voice trembling. she didn't even try to hide what she was doing; she just looked ashamed, her hips still twitching involuntarily from the friction. you didn't pull away. instead, you felt a surge of something dark and possessive rising in your chest. the girl who always smelled like expensive flowers was actually a filthy little hoarder of your sweat and skin. "explain what? that you've been stealing my clothes just to fuck to them?"
she flinched as if you'd slapped her, but she didn't deny it. she couldn't. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but her gaze remained fixed on you, desperate and pleading. "i can't help it.. i..i've always been like this. everything about you.. it's intoxicating. when you work out, when you're warm, when you're just.. you.. i can't think straight. i need to smell you. i need to feel your musk on my skin or i feel like i'm suffocating."
she grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand toward her face. she pressed your palm against her nose, inhaling sharply through her nostrils. "please.. don't be mad. i just wanted to be close to you. even when you're not here, i wanted to pretend you were."
the confession sent a thrill of arousal straight to your core. you weren't disgusted; you were turned on by how pathetic and needy she was for you. you reached down, grabbing your panties from between her thighs and tossing them onto the bed.
"so you like my sweat that much, huh?" you purred, stepping closer until you were straddling her knees. "you like watching me work out, staring at my armpits while i'm dripping?" lara nodded weakly, her breathing becoming shallow again. "yes.. yes.. i love it. i love how salty you taste when you're hot. i love the way your skin smells after you've been running.. please, y/n.. fuck.. i want you. i want to smell you everywhere."
you smirked, reaching down to grab the hem of your hoodie she was holding. you pulled it away from her face, revealing the damp patches where she'd been breathing on it. "if you want it that bad, then you should have just asked." you grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back, and leaned down to kiss her not a sweet kiss, but a hungry, claiming one. her tongue met yours eagerly, tasting of desperation. you pulled away just enough to whisper against her lips, "and if we're doing this, we're doing it my way. you wanted my musk? you're going to get every single drop of it."
you pushed her back onto the pillows, your hands immediately going to your own sports bra. you peeled it off, letting it drop to the floor, revealing your sweat soaked skin. lara's eyes went wide, her pupils dilating until they were almost entirely black. she let out a whimper that was pure hunger, crawling toward you like she was starving .
"fuck.. y/n.. please.." she gasped, her nose pressing directly into your armpit, inhaling deeply at the sharp, salty tang of your exertion. she began to nuzzle against you, her tongue darting out to lick at the damp skin of your underarm, tasting your salt with reverent intensity. you let out a low groan, your fingers tangling in her hair as she worshipped your scent. she was completely undone, a high class girl reduced to a sniffing, licking mess at the mere smell of your sweat. and you were just getting started.
lara was beyond coherent. she was acting on pure, unbridled instinct, her body pressed against yours as she sought out every source of your scent. she wasn't just sniffing you anymore; she was devouring you. her tongue swept across your damp underarm in long, wet strokes, lapping up the salty beads of sweat as if it were the finest wine.
"nngh.. fuck.. y/n.. you taste so good.. so salty.. mngh.." she whined against your skin, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. she sounded like she was starving, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin as she nuzzled deeper into your armpit.
you threw your head back, your hips bucking involuntarily. the sensation of her hot tongue against your musk was overwhelming. you had never felt so exposed, yet so fucking powerful. you reached down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, forcing her to look up at you while she was still drooling from your skin.
"you really are a pervert, aren't you?" you teased, your voice dripping with dark amusement. "under me, licking my armpits like a fucking animal."
"i am.. i'm your animal.. ahh.. fuck.. please.." she begged, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "i want more.. i want everything.."
you let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips instead, hauling her upright so she was straddling you. "you were rubbing yourself on my panties earlier, weren't you?" you whispered, your hand sliding down between her thighs. you found her clit immediately, your thumb circling the sensitive nub while your fingers spread her wet folds wide. "tell me how good they smelled."
lara's back arched violently as your touch connected. "they smelled like you.. so warm.. so dirty.. mngh.. y/n.. please.. i need to feel you.." you smirked at her desperation, feeling the heat of her thighs against yours. she was so close to breaking, her hips stuttering in a rhythm she couldn't control.
"you want to feel me?" you purred, your voice dropping to a dangerous register. instead of using anything else, you grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against you. you wanted her to feel the dampness of your skin against hers, the way your sweat acted like a lubricant between your bodies. as you pressed your bare tits against hers, the friction of your hard nipples sliding against hers that were sensitive made her let out a broken, keening sound.
you leaned down, not to kiss her mouth, but to bury your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before pressing your lips to her collarbone. "you're so fucking needy. all that pretty vanilla perfume couldn't hide how much you crave something dirty."—"yes.. ahh!.. yes.." she sobbed, her hands flying to your back, claws digging into your skin as she tried to pull you even closer, as if she could merge her body with yours.
you moved lower, your tongue dragging along the sweat slicked valley between her breasts before moving down to her stomach. you could smell her arousal now that sharp, musky tang that mixed with your own scent. it was intoxicating. you reached down between her legs again, but this time you didn't just use your fingers. you lowered your head, your breath hot against her inner thighs. lara shrieked as your tongue found her clit, the contact sudden and wet. she was already so soaked from her own self pleasure that your tongue slid effortlessly against her swollen folds. "ahh!.." she wailed, her hips bucking wildly against your face.
you didn't slow down. you used your nose to nuzzle against her pussy lips, inhaling the intoxicating mix of her juices and the lingering scent of your own sweat that had transferred to her thighs during your grinding. you were literally tasting her arousal mixed with your own musk. it was the filthiest thing you had ever experienced. you pulled back just enough to look up at her, your chin glistening with her fluids. lara looked completely wrecked, her legs shaking so hard she could barely keep them spread.
"you taste like you've been thinking about this all day," you teased, your thumb finding her entrance and pushing inside her, feeling how tight and hot she was. "does my scent make you this wet, lara?"
"everything.. ahh!.. everything about you.." she gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow. "your smell.. your taste.. mngh.. i want to be covered in you.. please.. fuck me.. use me.. just don't stop.." you didn't give her a moment to breathe. you wanted to overwhelm every single nerve ending she had, to make her brain short circuit from the sheer sensory overload.
you drove two fingers deep inside her cunt with a sudden, forceful thrust. lara's eyes rolled back into her head, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her tight walls convulsed around you. you didn't hold back; you started pumping your fingers in and out with a brutal, relentless rhythm, stretching her open while you deliberately curled your fingers to find that sensitive spot deep inside her.
"it's too much.. baby.." she wailed, her hips bucking helplessly against your hand. but you weren't done. while your hand kept up that punishing pace between her legs, you leaned forward again. you didn't go for her mouth this time. you drove your face back into her armpit, your nose buried deep in the damp, salty crevice.
you took a deep, shuddering inhale, drinking in the concentrated musk of her exertion mixed with your own. then, you unleashed your tongue. you licked the sensitive skin of her underarm with long, wet, demanding strokes, tasting every drop of salt and pheromone. you made out with her armpit like it was the most precious thing in the world, your tongue swirling around the hollow of her skin while your fingers continued to wreck her pussy.
"nngh.. ahh!.. oh fuck.. y/n.. mngh.. everywhere.. ahh!.. you're everywhere.. ahh!.." lara screamed, her voice cracking. she was caught in a pincer attack of pleasure. one moment she was feeling the punishing stretch and friction of your fingers inside her pussy, and the next she was being overwhelmed by the wet, hot sensation of your mouth worshipping her armpit. the dual stimulation was too much; her body couldn't process it. she was shaking violently, her thighs quivering as she struggled to stay upright.
"you like that?" you growled against her damp skin, your breath hot and wet. you pulled away just enough to nip at the sensitive flesh before sucking her skin into your mouth. "you like being tasted like this? tasting yourself and me all at once?"
"i'm gonna cum.. y/n.. baby no.. y/n.. ahh!.." she gasped, her words tumbling out in a incoherent mess. you increased the speed of your fingers, your knuckles slapping wetly against her swollen folds with every thrust. you could feel her climax building, the muscles of her pussy clenching around your fingers in desperate, involuntary spasms. at the same time, you went back to her armpit, sucking hard on the skin while your tongue flicked rapidly against the salty surface.
she exploded. her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clamping down on your fingers with enough force to make you gasp. she screamed your name into the empty room, her body wracked with powerful, rolling contractions that seemed to last forever. as she climaxed, she pressed her armpit even harder against your mouth, desperate to force more of herself into you, her hips stuttering in the aftermath of the release.
the dorm room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the frantic thudding of megan's heart. she was sitting on the edge of her bed, twisting the hem of her oversized sweater between her fingers, her glasses fogging up slightly from her nervous breathing. she had been rehearsing this for weeks the confession, the vulnerability, the terrifying admission that she wanted you.
"y/n.." she finally whispered, her voice cracking. she wouldn't meet your eyes. "i... i think i'm ready. i-i want to... i want to try sex." you were leaning against her desk, watching her with a predatory smirk that she was too nervous to notice. you knew exactly how innocent she was. you knew she imagined soft kisses, gentle exploration, maybe some lacey lingerie. you knew she expected something tender.
you didn't say anything at first. you just let the silence stretch until she was squirming, her face flushing a deep crimson. then, you stood up and walked toward your backpack, which you had hidden under the bed earlier. "you're ready, huh?" you purred, your voice dropping an octave as you sat on the bed beside her. you could feel the heat radiating off her. "that's good, baby.”
you reached into the bag and pulled out a long, firm cucumber. megan's eyes widened as she saw it. "y/n..? what is.."
"shh.." you cut her off, pressing a finger to her lips. you pushed her back onto the pillows, straddling her thighs. the innocent nerd was looking up at you with pure confusion, but beneath that, you could see the first sparks of arousal flickering in her eyes. "you're so tight, megan. so untouched. i don't want to waste a single second with boring silicone toys. i want to feel you stretch around something real." you grabbed her shorts, pulling it down and threw it somewhere in the room along with her cotton panties.
you grabbed a bottle of oil from the desk, pouring a generous amount over it and then over her slit. she gasped as the cold oil met her sensitive skin. "y/n.. wait.. that's not”—"hold still," you commanded, your fingers spreading her pussy open to admire her tight hole, then you didn't go slow. you pressed the tip of the cucumber against her entrance and pushed.
“mngh.. ahh!.." megan's back arched off the bed, her hands flying up to grip the sheets. she wasn't expecting that kind of blunt intrusion. her pussy was so tight it felt like it might tear, the cucumber forcing its way past her hymen with a wet, stretching sound. you watched her face contort a mix of pain, shock, and undeniable pleasure as her walls began to accommodate the foreign object.
"see?" you whispered, leaning down to bite her earlobe while you continued to thrust deeper. "you're taking it so well. you're such a good girl for me.” you pulled it out with a wet pop leaving her panting and leaking. but you weren't done. you reached back into the bag. first came a long, slender carrot, its orange skin slick with oil as you worked it inside her, testing how much more she could take. then came an eggplant thick, heavy, and devastating.
"y/n.. please.. stop.." she was sobbing now, but her hips were betraying her, grinding up against you instinctively. you moved to something even more extreme a long, curved leek that you'd prepared, its texture rougher against her sensitive inner walls. you kept going, one after another. a stalk of celery for a different kind of friction, a long banana for something softer but still overwhelming, each one stretching her cunt wider and wider until she was gaping, her pussy lips swollen and crimson from the constant stretching.
"look at you," you taunted, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at herself. she was a mess her hair tangled, her glasses askew, and her lower half completely ruined by the parade of produce. "you're so fucking open for me. you're practically begging for it now." you threw the last of the vegetables aside, the room smelling faintly of earth and oil. you reached for yourself, your cock already throbbing painfully. "now that you're nice and prepped... let's see if you can handle the real thing."
you were past the point of thinking clearly. the adrenaline and the raw need to claim her had taken over, your vision tunneling until all you could see was megan's flushed, wrecked face. you didn't even notice that in your haste to get between her legs, you hadn't actually removed the last piece of fruit. the long banana was still buried deep inside her, wedged tight against her cervix, stretching her virgin walls to their absolute limit.
you grabbed her hips hard, your fingers digging into her soft flesh, and shoved yourself inside her. "ahhh!.. mngh.. mommy!.. mommy please.. ahh!.." megan shrieked, her voice breaking as you slammed into her. the sensation was overwhelming for both of you. as you fucked her relentlessly, your cock was grinding against the banana still lodged inside her, creating a double sensation of fullness that made her pussy spasm uncontrollably. she was being stretched from both sides, her internal muscles screaming as they tried to accommodate two objects at once.
"mommy.. it's too much.. mngh.. ahh!.. you're so big.. mommy.." she sobbed, her hands clawing at your back. she was completely undone, her innocent nerd persona shattered as she begged for you to continue, to punish her, to claim her. she wanted to be owned, to be taken care of and ruined all at once.
you were fucking her hard with each thrust sending the banana deeper into her, stretching her cunt wider with every stroke. you were so focused on the wet, slapping sound of your bodies meeting and the way she screamed your name that you didn't realize why she was gaping so wide, why she felt so impossibly thick around you.
"you like that, don't you?" you growled, leaning down to bite at her neck while you hammered into her. "you like being mommy's little slut?"
"yes.. yes mommy.. ahh!.. fuck.. mngh.. more.. please more.. ahh!.." she wailed, her hips bucking wildly. but you weren't satisfied with just her cunt. you wanted all of her. you pulled out abruptly, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping with oil and juices, the banana finally sliding out with a wet, obscene sound. she was twitching, her pussy lips swollen and crimson, unable to close around anything.
"turn over," you commanded, your voice cold and demanding. she obeyed instantly, her body trembling as she crawled onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you. she was already leaking from both ends, her innocence completely destroyed. you didn't give her time to adjust. you grabbed a thick, firm carrot you had set aside and pressed it against her tight, untouched asshole.
"nngh.. no.. mommy.. not there.. ahh!.. mngh..w-wrong h..hole…." she whimpered, shaking her head. "shh.. mommy said be quiet," you whispered harshly, pushing the carrot inside her.
she let out a strangled cry as you opened her ass. her sphincter clenched around the vegetable, fighting the intrusion, but you were relentless. you pushed until the carrot was buried deep, stretching her ass wide. she was sobbing now, pure vulnerability breaking through her arousal.
"mommy.. ahh!.. it hurts... mngh.. please don't stop.."
you didn't stop. you worked the carrot inside her ass, stretching her until she was completely ruined, then you moved to the next vegetable, each one larger and more invasive than the last. you wanted to make sure that every inch of her was marked by you, that she would never be able to close herself up again without thinking of how you stretched her.
finally, after you had thoroughly wrecked both her cunt and her ass with a parade of produce, you grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. you positioned yourself behind her again, your cock dripping with her fluids.
"wow.. you're all stretched out, megan," you purred, feeling how wide and ready she was. "now mommy's going to finish what she started." you shoved yourself into her ass, the stretch so intense that she could only let out a high pitched, broken keen. you fucked her ass with devastating force, each thrust filling her completely, while your cock simultaneously rubbed against her gaping, ruined cunt. she was trapped in a heaven of pain and pleasure, screaming your name as you claimed every part of her.
the bedsheets were twisted around your ankles, damp with sweat and the slick friction of your bodies grinding together. you were mid fuck, the rhythm of megan's hips against yours sending sparks through your nerves. she was in one of her moods the kind where she couldn't seem to get enough of you, where her hands were always wandering and her breathing was always ragged. she was focused, almost desperate, her cock sliding in and out of your pussy with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.
you gasped as she hit your spot again, your head tossing back against the pillow. suddenly, a random thought popped into your head, something playful and dangerous born from the haze of arousal. "megan.. baby.." you whimpered, your fingers digging into her shoulders. "you know.. if you really needed to pee.. you could just.. do it inside me. i wouldn't mind."
you expected her to laugh or tell you she was fine. instead, you felt her entire body stiffen. she froze mid thrust, her dark eyes blowing wide open as she stared down at you. a low, hungry growl rumbled in her throat. she didn't say a word she didn't need to. she just gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises and suddenly, you felt something warm and spreading inside you.
"oh god.." you cried out as the heat flooded your womb. it was overwhelming, the sensation of her releasing her bladder inside you while she continued to fuck you. it was filthy, it was wrong, and it made your pussy clench around her like never before. when she finally pulled out, a mixture of cum and piss dribbled down your thighs, and you felt completely undone.
but she wasn't done. she pushed you back onto the pillows and crawled between your legs. her eyes were glazed with obsession. she didn't go for your clit immediately; instead, she leaned down and began to lap at the mess between your thighs, tasting the salty sting of her own piss mixed with your juices. "nng…!" you moaned, your hips lifting off the bed. she ate you out with a ferocity that was terrifying, her tongue working relentlessly until you were screaming her name.
weeks later, the dynamic had shifted from a secret to something you both lived for. you were on a road trip with the katseye girls, crammed into the back of a large van as you all traveled between cities. the air in the van was thick with the smell of snacks and chatter, but between you and megan, there was a different kind of electricity.
the girls knew. they absolutely knew. they'd seen the way megan would stare at your lower stomach with hunger, or the way you both would disappear into the back corners of the van for twenty minutes at a time. they just rolled their eyes and turned up their music, used to your shamelessness.
you were pressed against the window, feeling the vibrations of the road, when a sharp pressure built up in your bladder. you shifted uncomfortably. "megan.. i think i need to go.." you whispered, leaning close to her ear. she didn't look concerned. she looked predatory. she leaned in, her lips brushing your earlobe. "don't bother waiting." her hand slid down, pressing firmly against your lower tummy, right above your pubic bone. "do it in my mouth. right now. cmon."
your heart hammered against your ribs. the risk of someone hearing, the sheer exhibitionism of it it was too much. but the way she looked at you made you helpless. you parted your legs slightly, hidden by the shadows of the seat, and as the van hit a bump, you let go. you couldn't help it. you let out a strangled whimper as the warm stream hit her tongue. "ah.." you choked out, your face flushing scarlet. she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on yours, unblinking and satisfied.
when the van finally pulled into a gas station thirty minutes later, you scrambled to adjust yourself, feeling shaky and exposed. as you walked toward the restroom, you could feel megan's eyes burning holes in your back. when you returned to the van, she was already waiting. she grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the back, away from the girls' view. she reached into her bag and pulled out your discarded panties the ones you had been wearing when the pressure got too bad. they were soaked through, yellow stained and warm.
she didn't even hesitate. she pressed the wet fabric against her nose and mouth, inhaling deeply before shoving them against your lips. "taste how good you smell for me," she commanded. she started jerking off right there, her movements rough and desperate as she imagined you pissing all over her while the girls sat mere feet away.
the trip became an endless cycle of this obsession. megan became fixated on your bladder. she would spend hours literally hours eating you out, her tongue relentless, her fingers probing your entrance, all with one goal: to make you pee. she wanted to hear that sound, to feel that heat. "please.. megan.. i can't.." you would beg, your body exhausted from hours of stimulation, your bladder aching with the need to release. "you can, y/n. you're going to cum and piss at the same time for me," she'd whisper, her voice hoarse.
she developed a habit that became almost ritualistic. whenever you were sitting together, whenever there was a lull in conversation, she would slide her palm under your shirt. she would press it flat against your lower tummy, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, feeling for that telltale tightness. she was checking your progress, monitoring your body like a scientist obsessed with her subject.
"you're full again, aren't you?" she'd murmur, her thumb rubbing circles over your bladder. "i can feel you straining. you want to go so bad." "yes.. please.." you'd whimper, already feeling the familiar ache return. she would lean in, her lips hovering over yours, the sweet idol gone completely replaced by the kinky predator.
the obsession didn't respect your boundaries or your need for rest. she became a nocturnal predator, driven by a craving that didn't switch off when your eyes closed. you would wake up in the dead of night, disoriented and warm, feeling the unmistakable weight of her body hovering over yours. she wouldn't wake you up with kisses or gentle touches; she would simply take what she wanted, her movements silent and clinical.
you'd stir, your mind foggy from sleep, only to feel her cold fingers pressing firmly against your lower abdomen, testing the fullness of your bladder. you'd whimper in your sleep, a half conscious protest, but she would ignore it. she would slide her hand between your thighs, parting you without hesitation, her eyes reflecting the dim moonlight as she stared at you with that terrifying, glazed hunger.
"megan.." you'd mumble, your body responding to her touch before your brain could even fully process who it was. she would position herself between your legs, her breath hot against your skin. she didn't care if you were conscious enough to enjoy it; she just needed the release. she would wait with agonizing patience until she felt your muscles twitch, until she knew you were right on the edge of losing control. and then, she would command it.
"do it, y/n.. let go for me..please.." she'd whisper, her voice a gravelly rasp in the darkness.
when you finally succumbed, the warm rush flooding between your legs and onto her face, she would let out a shuddering breath of satisfaction. she would lap at you with desperate, greedy strokes, drinking you in like it was the only thing keeping her alive. she would stay there for hours, worshiping the mess she had forced from your body, before finally settling beside you as if nothing untoward had happened.
by morning, you would wake up feeling drained and perpetually full, your body conditioned to anticipate her touch at any hour. you'd see her across the breakfast table, looking perfectly composed, the calm, studious woman once again. but then her eyes would drop to your lap, her palm would instinctively twitch toward your stomach, and you would know. the hunt had begun again.
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