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Your head was in Wanda’s lap as you both sat on the couch watching tv. She was playing with your hair, watching you intently as you watched the show.
“Isn’t that my sweater?” She asked, hands pausing in your hair.
“Yeah,” you replied. “I hope that’s okay, I didn’t know what to wear to class.”
Wanda’s eyes darkened. “You wore my sweater to class?”
You looked up at her. “Yeah?” You answered.
“God, I love seeing you in my clothes,” Wanda breathed. “I like when you show me you belong to me.” Your face grew hot as you watched her speak. “You’re mine, aren’t you? All Mommy’s, wearing Mommy’s sweater so everyone knows?”
There it is.
The hunger in Wanda’s eyes was undeniable, and it felt like she was eating you up from the inside out from her gaze alone. You squirmed, feeling tingly all over as Wanda stared at you.
“We’re going to bed,” she said finally, nudging you to sit up and then grabbing your hand.
In the room, Wanda pressed you up against the wall, groping your tits through the — her — sweater. She leaned in, capturing your lips with hers in a deep kiss. You moaned into her mouth as her body pressed firmly against you, hands roaming your torso. You could feel your knees slowly turning to jelly as she stole the breath from your lungs.
“Get on the bed,” Wanda rasped, breathing heavily as she stepped away from you.
You obliged, walking as quickly as your weak legs would take you over to the bed. Wanda was close behind you, and, as soon as you sat on the edge of the mattress, her hands were on your shoulders to push you onto your back. You felt her hands move to the front of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper before pulling them swiftly off your legs.
Wanda climbed up onto the bed after you, hands feeling you up as she made her way closer to your face.
“ God , dolly, you’re so hot wearing Mommy’s sweater,” she mused. Your face tingled at the compliment, hips canting up as a wave of arousal wracked your body.
Your pussy settled into a rhythmic throb, only intensifying when Wanda leaned down to kiss you once again. This time, she licked into your mouth, claiming you over and over again as hers as she kissed you relentlessly.
You were unable to kiss her back, laying limp beneath her as she nipped and sucked at your mouth, your neck, your jaw. Your face was numb, your skin was hot, and your body was alight with need as Wanda worked you up expertly with her mouth, her hands still groping your tits through the fabric.
Once Wanda was satisfied with your little pants and whimpers, she eased up, sitting back on her knees beside you.
“Mommy will be right back,” she said softly.
You watched through heavy lids as she disappeared into the closet, re-emerging moments later with your regular red dildo and harness.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart?” Wanda asked. “Mommy wants to try something new.”
“Wanna see you, though, Mommy,” you mumbled, reaching for her.
Wanda squeezed your hand gently. “I know, baby, but can you please do this for Mommy? It’ll make me so happy,” she urged. You nodded slowly, turning over so you were on all fours. “Good,” Wanda breathed. “Thank you, darling.” You hung your head, body already limp from your arousal. “Oh, baby, is this too hard? Here, go like this,” she cooed.
You felt Wanda’s hands on your shoulders, guiding your head down toward the mattress. She slipped a pillow beneath you, helping you rest your head comfortably on it, then she helped you position your arms beneath you.
“Just relax, my girl, Mommy’s got you,” she whispered, rubbing soothing circles onto your back through the sweater. “God you look so good in Mommy’s sweater, sweetheart,” Wanda mused, stroking her strap absentmindedly. “My perfect little girl, all mine.”
You’d never presented yourself to Wanda like this before, ass up with your head buried in a pillow. You were always face to face so that Wanda could play with your tits and kiss your chest and your face and watch you slip deeper into subspace. Everything about this was new, and you were vibrating with anticipation.
Your eyes fell shut as Wanda rubbed the tip of the strap against your pussy, feeling heat and tingles rush through your body as she did. She had you in the palm of her hand — so wet and turned on and deep in subspace that all you could do was let her touch you, completely at her mercy.
“Gonna fuck you now, darling girl, just relax and let Mommy make you feel good,” Wanda said.
Wanda sheathed herself completely in your pussy in one thrust, ripping a moan out of your throat. Your hips jerked, desperately trying to move away from the dildo and the burning stretch it brought on, but Wanda’s hands held your hips in a vice grip, keeping herself buried deep in your cunt.
You were so full . You’d seen the strap she was wearing, it wasn’t anything special, not too big, and definitely not too much for you, but for some reason this angle made it feel huge inside you. Heat licked your skin, radiating from the burn you felt in your pussy, making you feel sensitive and achey all over.
One of Wanda’s hands abandoned its hold on your hip and smoothed up your back, sliding beneath the sweater to feel at your skin.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” Wanda cooed. “Can you feel how deep my cock is right now, sweetheart?” She asked, voice sickly sweet. “Doesn’t it feel so good to be full of Mommy, baby? Don’t you just wanna grind on Mommy’s strap?” You whimpered, mouth hanging open. “Look at you,” Wanda cooed. “Drooling all over the pillow… my dumb little baby.” Her condescending words, spoken with such possessive sweetness, made your head swim. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Mommy will fuck you nice and deep, fill you up over and over with my cock.”
Wanda’s nails scratched up your back as she pulled her hips away, leaving just the tip of the strap inside you, then she thrust back into you slowly. You moaned loudly as she stretched you back open, filling you back up completely.
“You look so pretty all stretched out for me, baby,” Wanda breathed. Her hand snuck out from under your sweater as she thrust into you again. “Your ass is gorgeous, sweetheart, Mommy loves seeing you like this.”
You whimpered as Wanda set a pace, filling you up agonizingly slowly. It made your clit throb and your head spin, a delicious combination of pleasure and pain that was working you up to the point of no return. Wanda’s hands bunched up your sweater around your hips, holding onto it as she fucked you.
“Do you feel so good, baby?” Wanda cooed. “Mommy’s little girl, full with her strap, you’re doing so well.” Her hips sped up, the sounds of skin hitting skin intensifying. “God, dolly, I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe,” she muttered.
You heard her words anyway and moaned loudly. “So good, Mommy,” you whined.
“So you’re not too dumb to speak?” Wanda said, sounding thoughtful. She thrust deep into you, pressing her hips harshly against you, and leaned toward your ear. “Shh, baby,” she cooed when you whimpered. One of her hands found it’s way to your hair and pulled your head back. “Let me fix that,” she husked, breath hot against your ear.
Her hand remained in your hair as Wanda fucked you, leaning back so she could get proper leverage. Soon, the sounds of her hips colliding with your thighs began sounding wet and sticky thanks to the wetness coating the base of Wanda’s strap and slipping around.
Your pussy was clenching with each grunt she let out from behind you, with each expertly placed thrust. It was all so much, your clit completely neglected yet somehow feeling so good, your entire body achey and limp, Wanda’s hands all over you and pulling your hair and squeezing your ass. You were strung tighter than you knew was possible all because of the new position.
“Baby, Mommy’s gonna have to take you like this more often, hm?” Wanda asked, tugging your head back even more so she could lick your neck. “Your little body is so hot like this, all limp and pliable for Mommy.” She sped up so the feelings of complete fullness and utter emptiness combined, making your cunt thrum with intense arousal. “Gonna make you fall apart like this.”
You wanted to respond, wanted to tell her you’d let her fuck you like this for hours if it made her happy, but suddenly your head was empty. All you knew was the burn in your scalp, the radiating pleasure from your pussy, and the sweet warmth of Wanda’s hands on your body. It was enough to make your brain turn to mush and your face numb. You were Wanda’s to use, her doll, her toy.
Wanda fucked you roughly, hips slamming into yours with her hand in your hair. She almost never handled you with such explicit aggressiveness, but you had to admit you enjoyed every second of it. She knew you trusted her enough to use your body this way, that you needed her enough that it didn’t matter how carelessly she threw you around because you’d always be hers to keep.
“Mine. My girl,” Wanda rasped, kissing at your back. “My little one in my sweater, letting Mommy fuck her so good.” You whined. “Are you close, baby?” Your mouth hung open and a series of moans tumbled out. “I think you are,” Wanda chuckled. “Hold on for Mommy.”
You were close. So close in fact that you weren’t sure how much longer you’d last. You wanted to beg your Mommy to let you come for her, to make your pussy feel less icky, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you were at the mercy of Wanda’s relentless hips and hands and the immense pleasure they brought on.
“Your pussy is so pretty, baby, Mommy loves to stretch you out,” Wanda said, voice breathy and low from exertion. You whined loudly, feeling Wanda grind her cock into you. “I know you’re ready to come, baby.” Wanda pushed your head down into the pillow, releasing your hair. “Come for Mommy.”
You sobbed into the pillow, feeling heat rush through your body as your legs shook.
“You’re so pretty like this, baby, coming on Mommy’s cock,” Wanda cooed. Your cunt clenched around her strap, making it harder and harder for Wanda to fuck you through your orgasm — she managed anyway. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? Mommy’s girl, all mine, only I can make you feel good.” You found yourself gasping uncontrollably into the pillow under your head, breath getting caught in your chest with each wave of your climax. “That’s it, baby, come all over Mommy’s cock.”
By the time you came down, your head was in the clouds and your body was boneless. Wanda didn’t pull out, worried she’d overstimulate you more than she already had, so instead she rubbed soothing circles onto your back. She made sure her sweater was on you comfortably, still not moving her hips even an inch, and smoothed the hair out of your face, your eyes flicking up to look at her as she did.
“Hi, pretty baby,” Wanda said softly, hand trailing in your hair.
“Hi, Mommy,” you managed quietly despite your dry mouth.
“Gonna pull out now, okay, sweetheart?” Wanda asked. You nodded slowly. “Good girl,” Wanda praised, easing her strap out of you. “You did so well, Mommy’s gonna have to try that one again sometime.”
Wanda rolled you onto your back and scooped you into her arms, holding you close to her chest and kissing your face.
“Whenever you’re ready we’ll get you cleaned up, and then Mommy will get you something else of hers to wear for bed, alright?” Wanda suggested.
“Okay, Mommy,” you agreed quietly.
Wanda brought a hand up to stroke your jaw, but you caught it before it got there. You opened your mouth and looked up at Wanda, unable to find the right words to ask. She understood anyway, gently sliding two of her fingers into your mouth.
You sucked on them gently, loving their weight on your tongue. It soothed your mind and helped you relax, finally settling into Wanda. Your eyes began to slip shut, sleep dangerously close now that Wanda’s fingers were appeasing your sensitive body and mind. Wanda looked down at you and chuckled softly.
“That’s right, you rest up, little one, Mommy will wake you when it’s time.”