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Pernille and Magda have an ongoing arrangement.
It had started not long after their relationship. Whenever one of them does something particularly special on the pitch, the other will reward them off of it. They always revel in each other’s success, no matter how small. This agreement however, is saved for the larger triumphs. For Pernille, that typically means hat-tricks or game winning plays. Magda on the other hand gets something a little special when she scores.
That’s why Pernille feels an extra jolt of excitement when she watches Magda head home to take the lead against Birmingham City. It’s a nice goal and Pernille is off her seat screaming in joy as she watches her girlfriend celebrate with their teammates. The Dane has a brief pang of regret that she’s not down on the field with them. Still, she’d had a great angle to see Magda score and she blushes prettily when the Swede blows her kisses as she runs back to restart the match. Her love is so sweet.
Halftime comes soon after the goal. It gives Pernille almost too much time to think. Her analytic side is considering tactics and how Chelsea can get the better of the other team in the second half. Her emotional side is focused on how beautiful Magda had looked, joyously smiling in only her second match back from injury. That, and what Magda might want as a reward for her goal.
Pernille shifts slightly in her seat as she considers. It’s not always something sexual. Sometimes one of them will want to be spoiled with an excursion or maybe a gift. Most the time though they ask each other for something special in the bedroom.
For instance, when Pernille had scored a recent hat-trick, she’d asked Magda to fuck her in public. The Swede had agreed despite a little hesitancy. Neither of them actually wanted to be caught and Magda doesn’t have nearly as large of a voyeurism kink as Pernille. Still, she’d agreed readily and had been adorably considerate about setting it up.
The defender had arranged for them to go out to the countryside for a lazy afternoon. They’d had a picnic in a picturesque meadow with early spring sunshine warming them. As the sun set, Magda had laid Pernille down on a thick blanket, stripped her bare, and made love to her slowly as the stars came out above them.
Pernille squeezes her thighs together, remembering fondly the way the cool breeze had felt on her hot skin as Magda fucked into her so deeply she’d felt it in her bones. It her opinion it had been one of the hottest things they’ve tried together to date. Pernille had enjoyed every second of being so exposed. The slight fear that someone could find them had made her orgasm particularly fierce.
Shaking herself out of the arousing memory, Pernille focuses on the present. She’s not sure what Magda will ask for this time. They’ve shared many different fantasies with each other over the years and there are still several they haven’t gotten around to trying. Of course, it might not be something new. Or maybe it won’t be something sexual at all. Pernille really hopes it will be though. She’s already wet and more then eager for Chelsea to take care of business so she can get her girlfriend alone.
The rest of the game is a roaring success. Chelsea opens Birmingham up in the second half and is able to basically score at will. Inevitably Magda will have some minor complaints about the performance, she’s something of a perfectionist when it comes to football, but Pernille at least is pleased. A good team win and on to the next round.
Pernille hangs around the stadium after the game until Magda is ready to leave. She drives them home listening to Magda recount the high and low parts of the match. It’s a warm day and Pernille keeps the windows down and enjoys watching the way the wind flutters through Magda’s hair and reddens her cheeks.
Once home they prepare the simple lunch they’d prepped last night. Magda’s focused on recovery and still hyped up from the game so she looks totally surprised when Pernille asks, “have you thought about what you want?”
Seeing that her girlfriend doesn’t understand, Pernille adds, “for scoring?”
She gives Magda a knowing look when the Swede’s mouth slackens slightly. She loves how adorable Magda is like this. Pernille is slightly surprised to see Magda pause and look contemplative. She’s even more startled when Magda starts pushing around the remnants of lunch, playing with the food rather then meeting Pernille’s eyes.
“Magda love, you don’t have to decide now. You can think about it.” Pernille offers the easy out, not wanting to push.
“No, I know what I want. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just got caught up with the match and kinda forgot I scored.” Magda’s voice is soft but filled with conviction.
Pernille thinks it’s very on brand for her girlfriend to be more focused on the team win then her own performance. Still, she also notes that Magda’s not actually saying what she wants. She waits the Swede out. Experience has taught her that Magda will eventually open up if she’s given a chance.
Her patience is rewarded when Magda finally asks, “do you remember what we talked about? After the Olympics?”
Pernille tries to hide a somewhat wolfish smile. She thinks she has a pretty good idea where Magda is going with this.
Shortly after the Swede had returned home from Japan, Pernille had decided that Magda needed some extra love and attention. The Dane had spent all day teasing Magda with her touch and her words until the defender was putty in her hands. Then she had tied her girlfriend spread eagle on their bed and proceeded to have her way with her.
She’d spent the better part of three hours kissing over every inch of Magda’s skin, praising her the whole while. Her girlfriend had started out not really accepting Pernille’s words and just generally acting shy. However, as Pernille kept up her constant stream of affirmations the defender had slowly relaxed into it. Eventually Magda had completely given into the sensations; both physical and emotional. She’d submitted to Pernille’s every whim then. Along with countless orgasms, Pernille had wrung several fantasies out of Magda that day. Some of them ones that Magda had previously never admitted.
Pernille is now 90% confident she knows what Magda’s going to ask for but still she waits.
Finally, Magda looks up and meets her eyes. Voice hardly a whisper, Magda says, “I want you to, that is will you… Will you fuck me?”
Pernille, unwilling to let Magda get away with skirting around what she wants, says, “I fuck you all the time baby. What specifically do you want me to do?”
Groaning, Magda bites her lip then asks lowly, “will you fuck my ass? Please?”
There it is.
This time Pernille doesn’t even try to hide her smile. She probably looks manic but she loves that Magda is asking her for this. Loves that Magda trusts her this much.
“Of course sweetheart. I’d love to fuck your pretty little ass. Why don’t you go take a bath? Get all nice and relaxed and clean for me? I’ll take care of things in here.”
Pernille watches Magda’s face closely. She can see hesitation and anticipation warring with each other in Magda’s gray blue eyes. Eventually her girlfriend rises and slips from the room, throwing one last nervous look over her shoulder.
Alone, Pernille takes a few deep breaths to try and gather herself. She’d been carefully only showing confidence while Magda was present. Now though, she allows herself to feel her nervousness and tries to work through it. She’s never done anything like this before. Not to herself and certainly not to anybody else.
Pernille knows from the same conversation that Magda has done at least a little solo experimentation with anal play. At the time, that confession had been just one of many that Pernille coaxed out of Magda’s lips between moans. The Swede had been bashful about it and had carefully not mentioned it since.
Still, Pernille had thought that it was something Magda might ask for in the future. She’d seen how wet just talking about it had made her girlfriend.
Pernille herself is not unaffected by the idea. Something about the inherent intimacy and submission of the act appealed to her deeply. Pernille had therefore done her research and even placed a few furtive online orders. She’d then waited patiently for the day when Magda finally gathered the courage to ask for this. That day has apparently finally come.
She mentally runs through what she’s read while she washes and puts away the dishes. The most important thing is that she goes slowly and doesn’t hurt Magda. She’ll also need to make sure they maintain open lines of communication the whole time.
By the time she’s done with the kitchen clean up, Pernille is much calmer. She goes to the downstairs closet and carefully digs out the nondescript box she’d hidden in the very back. She pulls out the cloth bag and returns to the kitchen sink. Pernille opens the bag and spills the small collection of butt plugs onto the counter. She feels herself growing wet as she washes and dries them carefully.
The sizes vary from hardly thicker then her finger to almost grotesquely wide. She thinks it’s unlikely they’ll make it up to something so large today but she prepares them all anyway, just in case. The plugs are well made and a shiny silver in her hands.
When she’d ordered the set some months ago, Pernille had thought about getting something more unique. She’d hesitated though, unsure what Magda would like best. In the end she’d held off. Maybe someday she’ll order Magda to pick one out for herself. Something pretty made of glass perhaps. Or with Pernille’s initials embossed on it. Pernille’s pussy clenches guiltily at that dirty idea.
Pernille can hear the sound of the water draining in the pipes upstairs. Magda must be done with her bath. Pernille decides to give her girl ten more minutes to settle herself. The Dane stays occupied by scrolling on twitter.
When she thinks it’s been long enough Pernille returns the now dried plugs to the bag. Checking to make sure the bottles of lube and pack of wet wipes are also there, she takes the whole lot with her upstairs. She climbs the stairs slowly and hesitates outside of their closed bedroom door. Pernille knocks on the wood softly, not wanting to startle Magda, and then pushes it open.
Her beautiful partner is spread naked on the bed, laying on her stomach and hiding her face in a pillow. Pernille takes a long second to appreciate the lines and dips of Magda’s strong back. Her eyes trail down the curve of Magda’s spine to the prominent muscles of her ass. The Swede’s glutes are tensing and relaxing slightly and her whole body is trembling very faintly.
Quietly crossing the room Pernille sits gingerly on the bed. Setting the bag on the bedside table she reaches out and lays her palm on the skin of Magda’s shoulder. The Swede twitches and Pernille watches her ribcage jump slightly as she gasps.
“Easy love. It’s just me and you. Nothing to be worried about.” Pernille’s voice is rough both from cheering at the game and from the heaviness of this moment.
Magda moans hearing it and very slightly parts her legs further.
Pernille rises and undresses clinically. No point in drawing it out when Magda’s clearly too worked up to appreciate it. Settling back on the bed, Pernille leans over and lays kisses on each notch of Magda’s spine. Her hair trails over the Swede’s skin and Pernille pauses to pull it back. She wants nothing to obstruct her work.
Part of her wonders if she should instruct Magda to roll over. They could start with something more familiar. Getting Magda off somehow else first might also help her relax. Eyeing Magda’s position and the copious wetness leaking out to paint Magda’s thighs, Pernille rethinks it. Magda is clearly already right on the edge of either orgasm or backing out. The striker is going to have to proceed very carefully.
Keeping her voice very calm Pernille asks, “are you sure this is something you want right now love?”
Magda nods jerkily. Pernille waits her out again. Eventually Magda understands that she needs to respond verbally.
Turning her head just enough that she can answer the defender says, “yes I want it. If you’re okay with it? I got out a strap. It’s pretty big though but I can take it for you, promise.”
Magda’s voice is positively dripping with arousal and submission. Pernille is pretty sure her girlfriend has never sounded so obliging. She thinks that if she demanded the moon right now, Magda would try to reach it for her.
Looking over her shoulder, Pernille sees that Magda has indeed laid out some of their toys. In her distraction seeing her girlfriend laid out for her, Pernille had missed the apparent offering. It’s one of their favorite harnesses and their smallest dildo. It’s still too big for this first excursion into the unknown and Pernille frowns at it.
She doesn’t like that Magda seems to be offering to put up with pain in order to have this experience. She understands that her sweet submissive girl likes a little discomfort sometimes, but there is no way she’s going to risk hurting Magda. The strap seems too unwieldy and impersonal for their first time anyway.
“Well done love. You’re a good girl for getting all ready for me.” Pernille praises Magda generously and watches the way she shudders before continuing. “We’re going to try something different today though.”
“Oh.” Deflating slightly, Magda looks back and says, “I thought you… it’s okay if you don’t wanna. I know it’s probably gross.”
Magda is clearly misinterpreting Pernille’s meaning.
Rushing to reassure the worrying woman, Pernille says, “lovely, nothing we do together could ever be gross. I’m still going to fuck your ass and it’s going to be so good. I promise. We’re just going to use something a little safer today. If you like it, we can work our way up to the strap, okay?”
Now Magda is twisting off the pillow to face Pernille fully. She seems almost confused.
Making eye contact, Pernille carefully starts removing plugs from the cloth bag. She lines them up standing proud on the flat bases in order of size. She uses exaggerated movements which have Magda’s eyes widening even more.
Biting her lip, the Swede murmurs, “where…?”
“Oh these? I ordered them for you. I’ve had them for months. Just waiting to fill your pretty little ass.” Pernille smiles as Magda moans and goes back to hiding her face. She doesn’t comment on the way Magda’s hips are now rocking fractionally against the bed.
Pleased with herself, Pernille quickly steps out to get a fluffy towel from the bathroom. Returning with it, she slaps Magda lightly on the ass and says, “raise your hips for me.”
When Magda does, Pernille grabs a pillow, covers it with the towel, and slides both under Magda. When the Swede settles back down her ass is propped up beautifully. Pernille can’t resist giving it a squeeze. The muscles are so strong that as Magda clenches at the action, Pernille is unable to part her lower cheeks. Oh, this is going to be fun.
Settling between her girlfriend’s legs with the lube close at hand Pernille asks, “now love, this is new for us so I’m going to need you to keep talking to me okay? To make it easier for you we’re going to use the stop light system. You remember how?”
“Yes! I’m green. Please…” Magda already sounds more desperate the Pernille remembers her ever being.
“Okay good. You’re being so good for me. I’m so proud of you. You scored such a pretty goal and now I’m going to help you feel so good. You just relax and take it for me.” Pernille rubs her thumbs over the crease of Magda’s thigh and ass.
Uncapping the new bottle of lube, Pernille squirts a generous amount of it directly along Magda’s crack. The feeling of the cool, viscous liquid dripping down makes Magda gasp. Smiling, Pernille follows it up by running a tentative finger down along where nobody but Magda has ever touched.
Her touch glides easily due to the lube and she repeats the motion several times. She leans forward and kisses the meat of Magda’s rear.
“Love we’re going to play a little game. I’m going to keep touching you but I’m not going to keep going until you show me you’re relaxed. Any time you tense up, I’m going to stop.” Pernille demonstrates by leaving the very tip of her finger resting lightly right over Magda’s rosebud.
Magda whimpers and clearly makes a concerted effort to unlock the muscles in her ass. Pernille waits, feathering kisses over the Swede’s lower back and ass to keep herself occupied. When she finally feels the Swede relax, Pernille allows her finger tip to press a little harder.
Almost immediately, Magda stiffens again and the whole process has to be repeated. Gradually, very very gradually, Pernille starts to ease a single finger inside of her girlfriend’s ass. Magda is clearly getting impatient with the slow progress, but Pernille refuses to break the pattern she’s established. She’ll offer soothing words and calming touches but she won’t go even a bit further until Magda fully relaxes.
This approach has the duel benefit of ensuring that Pernille doesn’t hurt Magda while also driving the defender crazy with arousal. By the time Pernille has her pointer finger completely buried inside Magda’s tight anus, the Swede has gone completely limp. She’s no longer tensing but just laying there and submitting. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing the normally commandeering Chelsea captain so totally undone.
Moving slowly, Pernille fucks gently in and out of Magda. She’s rewarded with soft whimpering and the arching of Magda’s back. The muscles stay loose though so Pernille decides she can risk another finger. Easing out she reapplies more lube. She’s probably being over generous but she laid out a towel for a reason.
Pernille must take too long to return to worshiping Magda’s ass because the defender makes a distressed noise in the back of her throat.
Pernille shushes her gently and asks, “still green love?” She flutters both of her lubed fingers against Magda so the Swede understands what she’s asking.
“Green, so green. Please.”
Magda’s hurried response thrills Pernille and she slowly penetrates the pleading woman with two fingers. This proves to be even slower going then one. The striker is not sure if Magda is tensing more because the stretch burns or because her mounting arousal is making her impatient. Either way, Pernille takes almost ten minutes to fully seat two fingers inside of her girlfriends twitching ass.
While Magda adjusts to the last bit of movement, Pernille takes the chance to admire her handiwork. She really, really, likes seeing her lover like this. She loves how needy and soft Magda is acting. Completely messed up and out of her mind with pleasure already.
In addition, the Dane finds she likes the way Magda looks and feels around her fingers more than expected. It’s different then her pussy, but not bad at all. Honestly, Pernille’s a little surprised. She’d gone in with the belief that she’d mainly take pleasure from her girlfriend’s enjoyment. That’s part of it, but she also finds she likes this act on its own merits. Absentmindedly she supposes she’ll have to add another kink to the list.
Deciding they have both been patient enough, Pernille gently flutters both of her fingers at once. Getting an approving groan from Magda, she proceeds to slowly separate them, stretching her girlfriend gradually. The tight ring resists at first but with steady pressure eventually starts to have more give. When Pernille can easily slide her two fingers in and out, she abruptly withdraws them. She grins to herself at the way Magda’s ass remains slightly open after she’s pulled out.
Magda is begging now. It’s not entirely clear for what, but the general sense is she’d like more. Her rambling is liberally sprinkled with the word green so Pernille feels pretty confident everything she is begging for is good.
Obliging, Pernille slicks up one of the new plugs. It’s actually a step down from her fingers at the narrow neck but it’s flare looks somewhat intimidatingly large. Never the less, when Pernille presses the blunt point against Magda’s anus, it slides in easily.
Pernille is trying to go gradually. It’s a little harder to assess how Magda is taking it without being able to feel her tightening around Pernille’s fingers. Still, it apparently feels nice because Magda suddenly rocks back, impaling herself on the plug all at once.
“Naughty girl!” Pernille scolds sharply but her words of reproach only seem to turn Magda on more.
Abruptly, Magda is gasping out, “gonna cum. Pernille, please, I can’t wait. I gotta, please can I?”
Pleasantly surprised that Magda is so close from this alone, Pernille uses her off hand to reach down and stroke the desperate woman’s clit softly.
“Of course, baby. You don’t have to ask permission. We’re doing this because you were such a good girl today. You can come whenever you like.”
Almost before she’s finished speaking, Pernille sees Magda’s body spasming with orgasm. It makes her own clit twitch, the way the defender’s ass clenches tight around the silver metal of the plug. The Swede’s pussy looks so empty in comparison, closing around nothing. Magda’s juices are leaking out so much it trails down her trembling thighs in little rivulets.
Almost without realizing what she’s doing, Pernille’s fingers reach out and brush the flared base of the plug. She barely makes contact but it still causes Magda to release such a loud moan that Pernille fervently hopes their neighbors are out for the afternoon. More intentionally now, Pernille lightly grasps the plug and gives it a little wiggle and half turn.
Magda goes wild, bucking back against the plug frantically and then forward onto Pernille’s fingers that are still playing against her clit. Trying to help, Pernille firms her hold on the plug, keeping it still so that her girlfriend can fuck herself on it.
“Fuck love. You look perfect like this. Your ass was just made to be fucked. We should’ve tried this ages ago. I think I’m going to have to keep you plugged more often. Would you like that? Wanna wear a pretty little plug for me? Nobody else will know, but you’ll be held so nice and lose for me.” Pernille is not entirely sure what she’s saying. She hadn’t planned this part at all. She’s just spewing whatever dirty fantasy comes to mind. Magda is clearly loving it.
In fact, Pernille is pretty sure that Magda’s about to come again. She’s still impaling herself on the small plug and the way she’s struggling to maintain a rhythem is a sure sign that the Swede is close.
“Are you going to cum for me again? My dirty girl.”
Magda nods in agreement with Pernille’s assessment, muffles her cries in the pillow, and promptly cums. Pernille chuckles softly in glee and pats Magda on the ass a couple time. That wrenches a keening sound out of the defender that Pernille is pretty sure she’s never heard before.
Allowing her fingers to come to a stop on Magda’s clit, Pernille eases Magda back down. Withdrawing, Pernille hurriedly cleans her hands with some of the wet wipes. Magda is trembling slightly so Pernille shifts up to lay her body firmly along the Swede’s side. She wraps an arm around Magda and holds her tightly as she shakes.
Magda eventually stills and the room is comfortably quiet. The only sound is Magda’s rasping gasps as she catches her breath. Pernille kisses every part of Magda’s face and neck she can reach. She whispers gentle praise, telling Magda she’d been so good and that Pernille was so pleased with her.
When Magda turns her face towards Pernille, the Dane can see the remnants of tears in her eyes. She’s smiling though and looks too blissed out for words.
Still needing to check, Pernille asks, “are you good love? Do you need to stop?”
“Mmm good. Feel all floaty. But good. Green, so green.” Magda’s voice is raspy and her eyes glazed. She pleads, “keep going? Can you cum? I wanna see you feel good too.”
“Well if you insist…” Pernille smiles at her girlfriend. If Magda wants to watch, Pernille would be enthusiastic to show her. Heavens knows she’s desperate to chase her own orgasm. She carefully pushes Magda over onto her side and then further until the Swede is on her back. The movement must jostle the plug still in Magda’s ass because the defender’s head arches back and she cries out.
Pernille sooths her gently, stroking over her heaving stomach and giving her swollen clit a few little pets as apology. She stops before she works Magda up too much though. Pernille reaches down and gently spreads Magda’s legs wantonly wide. The towel is scrunched up beneath her so Pernille repositions it.
As she does, Pernille’s eyes catch on the line of plugs still waiting on the bedside table.
“Baby, you’ve been so good for me. You’ve done such a wonderful job. Do you think you can take a little more?” Pernille might be pushing it slightly. But the next largest plug is only a little bigger. She’s pretty sure Magda’s ass can handle it. Plus, Pernille suddenly really wants to see her try and accommodate the large girth.
Magda follows Pernille’s gaze and her eyes focus on the plugs to. Her mouth falls open and she pants slightly. At first Pernille think’s she’s going to say no and the Dane is almost ready to back off. However, Magda instead reaches down to her own ass and tugs at the plug still inside her. She struggles with it briefly, apparently distracted by the way it feels when she manipulates it. After a minute though Magda tugs it out with a wet noise that has the Swede turning crimson and swearing in Swedish.
Laughing, Pernille takes the used plug from her and lays it aside for later cleaning. Picking up the next largest implement, Pernille asks, “does that mean you want this then?”
“No, the bigger one.” Magda might be bashfully struggling to make eye contact but that doesn’t lessen the note of command in her voice.
Pernille smacks the side of her ass sharply in reprimand.
“None of that. You don’t get to tell me what to do. If you want something, you’ll ask me for it. Nicely.”
The emphasis Pernille puts on the last word has Magda biting her lip and rushing to apologize. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please, please can you use the bigger one? Wanna feel the stretch? Please Pernille? I wanna feel it tomorrow.”
Pernille pretends to consider for a long second. Internally, she knows she’d never be able to deny Magda when she’s begging so prettily. Still, there is no need for Magda to know how much she has Pernille wrapped around her little finger.
Pernille also has to consider if using the larger plug is really a good idea. It’s not the biggest she’d ordered and it probably isn’t too big. That said, it’s got to be at least double the width of the one that Magda had just removed. Ultimately, it’s Magda’s ass on the line so Pernille decides she’ll leave the decision up to her girlfriend.
“Okay baby. Because you begged like such a good girl, I’ll let you pick out which plug you want me to put in your needy little bottom. Pick quick though. I want to get off and we need to get you all filled up again before I do.” Pernille is intentionally condescending, knowing that Magda loves being talked down to a little in bed.
True to Pernille’s prediction, Magda squeezes her thighs together, trying to generate friction in response to her dirty command. It’s apparently unsatisfying because Magda is quickly reaching for the plug she’d wanted. She tries to hand it off to Pernille but the Dane refuses to take it.
Handing Magda the lube, Pernille gently instructs, “get it ready to go in your ass for me. Make sure it’s nice and slick, you’re still pretty tight.”
Magda, looking like she’s not that far from passing out, accepts the proffered lube. She fumbles the cap off and makes a bit of a mess slathering it all over the plug. This time, when the Swede offers the toy, Pernille takes it.
“Good girl. Now hold your cheeks open for me so I can watch your hungry ass take this plug.” Pernille feels on top of the world as Magda rushes to do as she says. The Swede draws her legs up and, using both hands, spreads her cheeks.
Pernille briefly considers that every part of her girlfriend is a masterpiece worthy of being featured in a museum. Even from this angle, Magda is truly flawless. She hurries up when she notices that Magda is looking a little too embarrassed for her liking in the exposed position.
“Well done baby,” she praises right as she presses the plug to Magda’s ass. Her girlfriend bears down, and once again, Pernille is impressed by the way Magda’s body opens up to accept the intrusion. It’s clearly a lot more of a stretch with this larger plug though. By the time it’s half way into Magda’s body, the Swede freezes and her expression starts to look a little uncertain.
Halting the forward press, Pernille gently teases fingers along the ring of Magda’s ass. The delicate flesh is stretched thin as it accommodates the girth of the toy. It’s also apparently very sensitive because Pernille’s questing digits draw more needy noises out of Magda.
Leaning forward, Pernille blows warm air over Magda’s dripping pussy. The distraction apparently helps Magda relax because Pernille is rewarded by the toy advancing another quarter inch. Using her tongue, Pernille decides to offer further incentive. She lavishes Magda’s clit with broad licks as she continues the slow advance of the silver metal.
It surprises both of them when the plug, widest point encompassed, suddenly slips fully into Magda. The base nudges firmly into the outside of the Swede’s ass. Neither of them moves. Pernille is waiting to see how Magda will respond and the defender is apparently overwhelmed by the influx of inputs.
After another second, Magda seems to relax. She then intentionally clenches down around the plug, gasping in pleasure at being so full.
“My good girl. Color love?” Pernille’s voice comes out sounding proud. She is proud though and Magda certainly seems to enjoy the tone.
“I’m still green ma’am.”
Magda’s eyes widen visibly when she registers she’s just used an honorific.
Pernille turns the word over in her mind and decides she likes it. It makes her feel sexy and powerful. Still, it’s a discussion she thinks will wait for another day. Her own aching pussy will not.
Pernille rocks up on her knees and throws a leg over Magda to straddle her stomach. By widening her stance, Pernille is able to rub her wet cunt against the Swede’s abs. It’s an imprecise pleasure but Pernille finds she enjoys it anyway. Something about claiming Magda by covering her in her slick is appealing. Besides, Pernille is so sensitive at this point she doesn’t need all that much direct stimulation.
Settling into a rocking slide that feels sinfully good, Pernille tells Magda, “you can play with your plug while you watch me cum. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll help you get off again when I’m done.”
Magda, a complete wreck of desire by now, releases her ass cheeks so that she can fondle the metal base. Her other hand comes up to rest on Pernille’s hip. Because the Swede isn’t trying to guide the movement, Pernille allows it. Magda’s wide, slightly rough palm feels good on her skin anyway.
Pernille’s rocking is already at a breath stealing tempo. It’s a strain on her legs, positioning herself so she can get off like this. Still, it’s nothing compared to how Magda’s rear end must feel by now.
Biting a lip to hold back a moan, Pernille demands, “tell me how it feels. Tell me what it’s like.”
Eager to please, words tumble out of Magda’s lips. “Feels good.” Wiggling slightly, she adds “very full. Like having something in my pussy but different. Dirtier. I like it.”
Magda is blushing and looking guilty at her confession. Pernille however loves every word.
Gasping, she says, “I like it too. I like making you my dirty girl. Rub my clit now love. I want to cum on your stomach.”
Magda jumps to obey. The hand on Pernille’s hip sliding between her legs and setting up the perfect pace. Pernille can distantly feel the way Magda’s other arm is moving as she continues to fondle the toy impaling her.
It’s that thought, that Magda’s ass is stretched wide around cold metal, not the physical sensations, that do the trick. She cums with a soft gasp, her hips flailing slightly before slowly grinding to a halt. Pernille sighs contentedly and wraps an hand around Magda’s strong wrist to stop the Swede’s fingers on her clit.
Magda, like the good girl she is, freezes right away and allows Pernille to draw her hand away. She also waits patiently as Pernille carefully cleans her wet digits with her mouth. Only when Pernille moves off of Magda’s stomach and seems to be settling down on the bed does Magda make a little aborted noise in protest.
Pernille, pretending to be confused asks, “what’s wrong lover? Do you need something?”
Magda, lower lip jutting in a pout, almost whines, “you said, please Ma’am, you said if I was good you’d… help.”
“I suppose I did say that didn’t I? You were pretty good too. I guess I better give you a hand. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”
Magda repositions carefully, clearly abundantly aware with each motion of the plug. When she’s positioned to Pernille’s liking, the Dane crowds in from behind. Using a strong thigh, Pernille encourages Magda to widen her stance. Like this, Pernille’s quad presses firmly against the base of the plug. The Dane rocks hesitantly against Magda, using both hands to brace the Swede’s hips.
It’s a good thing her grip is firm because Magda almost collapses to the bed. Laughing softly, Pernille helps keep Magda in position and fucks against her firmly. Magda goes limp and lets Pernille control everything. Pernille does so, her muscles straining slightly as they work to keep the motion going. Magda shudders hard at each forward thrust and pleads brokenly each time Pernille withdraws. It’s a sweet music set to the beat of their hips slapping together.
Knowing that she won’t be able to keep this up for long, Pernille asks, “can you play with your pretty little clit for me? Give it some attention?”
Magda's hand dives between her legs and based on how her body tenses, she must be playing with the bundle of nerves. Pernille rocks further with even more force, slamming her leg into Magda’s rear and pushing the plug deep. It’s only two, maybe three more strokes before Magda’s body goes completely stiff and then abruptly lax.
This time Pernille can’t manage to keep Magda on her knees. They collapse to the bed together and the weight of Pernille’s body drives the toy into Magda.
Magda is crying messily, moaning and still rocking her hips to draw out the pleasure. Pernille stays where she’s fallen, using her body weight to compress the larger woman into the mattress. Magda comes down very slowly and Pernille lets it happen.
When Pernille’s own breathing settles, she slowly eases her weight off of Magda. The Dane very carefully grasps the plug and says, “can you bear down for me baby?”
The Swede does as she’s asked, groaning as the metal emerges from her body. She’s red in the face and down her neck but Pernille’s not sure if it’s from arousal, exertion, embarrassment, or all three.
Not wanting to leave her girlfriend even briefly when she’s vulnerable like this, Pernille sets aside the toy and recleans her hands. She then gathers Magda against her. The Swede is still mostly limp and she goes easily, not protesting as Pernille gently smooths hair away from her face.
Pernille matches her inhalation to Magda’s and they breathe together for a while. Magda’s face slowly loses some of it’s flush though it remains a pretty red hue. Pernille kisses her gently, realizing that she hasn’t possessed Magda’s lips in way to long.
They kiss slowly, lovingly, tenderly. As if they hadn’t just done all sorts of filthy things together. Pernille's heart feels like it’s going to burst, so full of love and affection for this amazing woman.
Eventually they break apart and Pernille tucks Magda’s head under her chin. The Swede is quiet for so long that Pernille thinks she must have drifted off into a spent slumber.
However, after a few more minutes Magda says in a tired voice, “I guess I’ll have to score more often if that’s the reward I get.”