from @hunterclaringtonswitch: If you ever want to avoid tanlines all together, I’d be more than happy to sit with you and assure your safety during sun worship.
You would, Sir? Would you join me in bucking tan lines?
She all but bounced her way to Hunter’s room, eager to see the handsome switch. It seemed like forever ago since they had been together, even longer since she got to feel him the way she’d been craving, and the prospect of jumping into the switch’s arms was making her giddy. Delilah knocked happily at his door, tugging her plaid minidress down over her thighs as she knelt at Hunter’s door. “Hi Sir!” she chirped once he answered, smiling up at him.
Apparently, the sugar crash after trying out the hot cocoa bombs she made had been real. Delilah felt her eyes sliding shut about halfway through the movie Hunter had put on, her head nodding to rest against his chest from where she was perched on his lap. It also could have been the utter peace she felt being caught in his embrace, considering she was hard pressed to find good sleep on her own lately. Whatever it was, she dozed off, curled against his shoulder, and coming back to consciousness slowly. Somehow they’d shifted, her body laying mostly on top of his, his arm draped around her back. Delilah moved a bit, not thinking anything of the hard bulge she felt pressed against her thigh or the way she was practically spilling out of her dress, to feather a sweet kiss to Hunter’s chin. “Mm, wake up, Sir,” she whispered, hoping the sound of her voice wouldn’t startle him from sleep.
Shea had no idea what to expect when he made his way to Hunter's room. The man seemed to want to hide as much as he did, but he was still interested in what Shea liked, so he considered that a positive. He'd brought his pretty things in a bag and set them on the floor before kneeling at the door. He knocked quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself as he waited.
Having been waiting for the knock, Hunter pulled the door open promptly and waved Shea in. The other boy was a good bit smaller than him, slender with delicate features. Hunter could imagine he did indeed look pretty in lingerie. "Prompt," I like that," Hunter said, then offered, "Would you like some water before you...change?"
"No, Sir. I'm okay," he said quietly, stepping in to set his shoes beside the door. He was more than eager to get dressed up for him, to show off how pretty he could be. "Is it okay if I change right away, Sir?" he asked him, eyes wide and eager as he looked up at the Switch.
Hunter nodded. “You can use the bathroom if yo’d like privacy,” he offered, eyes dropping to the bag Shea carried with interest. He’d never really given much thought to boys in lingerie before and he found he quite liked the idea.
"Yes, Sir," Shea decided, not wanting to make Hunter uncomfortable in any way. He went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of red lace panties and matching top, thin and similar to a woman's tank top but still had the lacy sheen to it. He put on a pair of black stockings to go with and left his bag in the bathroom and returned to the room. He dropped to his knees before the Switch and looked up at him expectantly.
Hunter sat in one of the living room chairs and waited for Shea to emerge. "Very pretty," he said when the other boy knealt by his feet. "Don't you look sexy all dolled up in lace. Is red your favorite color?" After a moment, he patted his thigh. "Want to come sit on my lap like a good girl?"
Shea preened at his comment, the blush following quickly and he moved further inside. He nodded his head quickly and clambered into the other's lap, wanting to be touched, but knew this man might not want to. He seemed straight, after all.
Hunter let his band curl around Shea’s slim hip before running along his thigh.”Now, how did you discover your fondness for lacy, pretty things, young lady?”
Shea shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to answer a question that had never been asked of him before. "It's been that way since before I came here, Sir. I would steal my mother's skirts and wear those in private. Then I started buying lingerie and it makes me feel like myself." He ran his hands down the other's chest, forgetting that this wasn't supposed to be sexual.
He nodded and continued to pat Shea’s leg. “Do you like how it feels to rub your...clit through the lace?” He asked, pausing a moment before settling a big hand over the boy’s crotch and massaging gently.
Shea shuddered at his talk and closed his eyes tightly, moaning softly at the touch, completely turned on by how the other talked to him. "Feels so good, Sir, wanna be such a good girl for you," he whimpered, rocking his hips forward for more friction from the other.
A chuckle escaped Hunter and he said, “That’s a good girl, hump my hand. Go ahead and play with your titties. Rub your cute little nipples.” He wasn’t sure if that was the right term for the boy’s chest, but hey, he was in the moment.
Shea couldn't help the moan now, completely for the way Hunter was speaking to him. He obeyed and played with his nipples as he humped quickly, struggling with the position but he wasn't going to stop seeking the pleasure from the other. "Feels so good," he whimpered against him.
Feeling Shea writhing in his lap had Hunter hard and he leaned in, murmuring, “You want me to fuck you’re tight little pussy, Sweetheart? Not required, but I can....Feel how hard you got me?”
"Yes, please," he nodded his head eagerly, looking up at the other with wide eyes, filled with desire. "So tight for you, Sir. I'm so wet." He didn't often give into the terminology, but he loved that Hunter was doing this for him. He reached to feel the other's length through his pants. "So big, will you fit?" he asked softly, lips parted with his breathless words.
Hunter nodded. “I’ll stretch your pussy good before I fuck you,” he assured the boy, picking him up and carrying him easily into the bedroom. Once there, he sat them on the bed and began rubbing lube between Shea’s cheeks. “Oh yes, so very wet and eager, aren’t you , Girl?”
Shea was petite but only a few had carried him like this before. He sat back on the bed, falling backwards as he was teased relentlessly. "Oh, Sir, yes, so much for your big cock," he gasped roughly, arching his back at the tease to his center. "Please, please. I'll be such a good girl."
“Mmmm,” Hunter hummed, pushing a finger into Shea’s ass. “I know you will. Nice girls sub girls like you were made to ride Dom and Switch cock. Your perfect little pussy was built of this.” A second finger entered Shea and he scissored them, opening the tight hole.
Shea groaned happily, hearing how Hunter spoke of him when they'd only jsut met and he was happy to pleasure him however he wanted. "Yes, so tight for you," he gasped, words losing themselves on his tongue. He rocked his hips with the feeling of Hunter's fingers inside his ass. "My cunt," he managed to say, before another moan escaped him.
“Your cunt is so wet and warm around my fingers,” Hunter told Shea, moving the boy to straddle his lap. He brushed the head of his cock against Shea’s pucker and said, “Go ahead and ride me, Cutie.”
Shea squirmed pleasantly and gasped as he was stretched fully, his words having such an affect on his need to be good and filled. He groaned when he was manhandled, his hands moving to rest on Hunter's shoulders, gripping tightly as he felt the head of his cock to his entrance and he nodded quickly. "Oh, thank you, Sir," he moaned, never having tried it like this before as he lowered himself, taking all of the other's cock inside him, overwhelming him completely. He tried to ride him but he was shaking all over.
Hunter hissed and pulled Shea’s hand off his left shoulder. “Don’t grab there,” he said, before rocking up into him. Shea seemed to a bit stunned, so he rested his good hand on Shea’s hip, guiding him to move as he bounced the small boy on his lap.
Shea felt bad that he'd done something wrong and it took away from the bliss he'd felt a few moments before. He didn't know what to do with his hand, so he dropped it to his side and tried to return his thoughts to the fucking, but all he could think was bad. "I'm sorry," he finally spoke, breathless from the ministrations, which did feel good.
“It’s okay,” Hunter assured him, squeezing his ass. “Just an old injury.” He pushed Shea’s hand to his own chest. “Play with your cute little tits. Looks good while you hide me.”
Shea nodded his head in understanding and leaned close to the Switch, starting to calm again and focus on the pleasure he felt. He moved his hands to his chest and pulled and twisted his nipples, moaning softly at the mixture of sensations from being fucked and teased at the same time.
“That’s a good girl,” Hunter praised, thrusting up into Shea and making the smaller boy bounce on his lap. He cupped his cheek with his bad hand, thumb running along Shea’s lips and pushing into his mouth for him to suck on.
Shea complied immediately, sucking roughly on the digit, combined with the pleasure of having his ass fucked like this. He clenched and moaned with every push to his prostate, nearly biting on the thumb between his lips. "Sir," he moaned around the thumb, drooling down his chin as he was already too close to release.
“You gonna cum for me, Sexy Girl?” Hunter asked, seeing the expression on Shea’s face. “Gonna cum with a fat cock fucking your pussy like it’s mean t to be used. I think I’d like to see that.”
"Yes, yes, Sir," Shea managed to gasp, trying so hard to hold back but when he spoke the words about his pussy, Shea couldn't help himself. He lost himself in it, fucking roughly as he released between their bodies, continuing to ride the Switch as he'd been ordered to do so..
As shea’s body spasmed around him, Hunter grunted and kept fucking the boy through his orgasm. Soon after, he too came, moaning with relief as he emptied his balls into Shea. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt all full of cum now.”
Shea felt like he could get hard again with how Hunter continued to talk to him and he shivered all over, knowing he truly had a wet cunt now. "Yes, so full," he groaned, resting his forehead against Hunter's chest, "God, so good. Want more."
Hunter smiled at the words and slowly thrust up into Shea as his cock softened. The motions churned up the cum in the boy and, when he pulled out, Hunter led Shea’s hand to feel the mess dripping out of his open ass. “That’s such a pretty, messy pussy, isn’t it?”
Shea had never experienced this before, touching his own hole as cum dripped from it. His forehead pressed against the side of Hunter's neck as he shivered from the sensation, his body overstimulated in the best ways. "So messy, Sir," he managed to gasp, moaning softly as he touched where his hand was guided to.
Patting Shea’s back, Hunter said, “You are a bit messy, but a girl with a dripping pussy just tells a dom that he’s done a good job.”
Shea didn't want to pull away from him but knew he had to get cleaned up. It was nice to rest against him, feeling safe and secure in that moment. Soon he'd have to put his boy clothes back on and pretend to be normal again. "Thank you, Sir," he said softly, before starting to slide off his lap.
Watching She head back to the bathroom, Hunter said, “We should do this again. I enjoyed having you be such a good girl for me.”
