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"Okay..." Charlie tilted the juice box in her hand back to get every last drop, and then turned back to Vaggi on the bed with her game face on. "Okay, I think we can wait until Monday."
Vaggi chewed her bottom lip. "This is really weird for me." Charlie moved her hand to her back, gentle--comforting. This was a big jump for them, and she was just glad that her girlfriend felt comfortable enough to explore the bedroom with her.
And also, train tracks. That too. Very integral to the scene.
"It's okay, nobody will bother us," Charlie said. "Nobody will even see, this is just for us."
"Well." She frowned, and it was so cute. Vaggi was so cute with all of her facial expressions, and Charlie could bite her. Out of cuteness. "I didn't mean that, actually--just feels... weird, I mean, I've never fantasized about a man, I guess." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know, as far back as I can remember, I was always attracted to women. I can't even say I ever thought I was straight, you know?"
"That's okay!" Charlie was not ashamed of her attraction to men, it wasn't a thing she ever really thought about. She'd never had much a reason to analyze her attraction, because love came easy for her. She'd been raised with tons of it, and her bisexuality had felt far more natural than being straight ever would've been.
Vaggi, on the other hand, had been born a bloodthirsty soldier who was not allowed to be tender or introspective. So. Their sexualities were as different as their understanding of it.
"He's a he/him lesbian," Charlie decided. It made sense to her--because underneath the pinstripes and mustache, we all knew who he was. It was the aesthetics of masculinity over all that. Her understanding of gender had always been a little more on the fluid side, and this was how she reasoned it to herself. "He's very masc, just a very butch lesbian. But still a woman!" Vaggi considered this, and then shrugged her shoulders--Charlie rested a hand on them. "And he's gonna be so good to you. Let you take your time and relax..."
"Oh, I bet." This was the dumbest thing they had done as a couple, but she couldn't deny that there was a certain excitement, from the thought. Even if this ended up being the least arousing thing ever, Vaggi liked trying new things with her girlfriend. It stayed fun even when it was safe. Made something as simple as a new position leave her on cloud nine. Sometimes, Charlie reached for her at night in her sleep and she got a little giddy all over again. "Alright. So, we start now, but we..." She thought about the right words for their plans and settled on, "...finish on Monday?" That left them with five days.
"I can't wait any longer than that." She giggled and cupped Vaggi's chin. "I guess it'll be better if we wait, though, huh?" Charlie leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Well. I have to go run an errand, as the head counselor." She stood up and slowly backed away to the door with a wink. "I'm so busy! It's like, I don't even have time for you, my girlfriend I love with my entire heart, you must feel so neglected."
She tilted her head, crossing her legs at the ankles, posed on the bed like she was pure and virginal. The very image of loyalty. A lover left to wait for her return. "Well, it's for a good cause." She bit her lip. "The hotel is... more important than that. I guess I'll just have to... wait for your schedule to clear."
Charlie reached for the door--but Vaggi stopped her. "Hey, hon, I was just thinking, real quick, um..." Charlie stopped. "I'm just saying, it'd be okay. If you were... a little mean to me."
"You mean as me, or...?" She trailed off.
It felt like her face was going to melt off her skull. "Both?"
It was hard saying what she wanted. Vaggi was familiar with want--but it settled inside her, sticky and heavy. It felt like something she was not allowed.
And beyond her status as the princess of Hell, Charlie was the most giving, generous girlfriend Vaggi could ever dream of. She smiled. "We can do that," she said. "You know what to say when it's too much."
"Right." She swallowed thickly. "I love you, hon." This was not part of the role--or, it fit perfectly, but she meant it every time she said it, no matter the context.
She smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. "I love you too, Vaggi."
Charlie was off, the door shut behind her. Vaggi waited a moment before she pulled out her phone, but figuring out what to say was hard. She obviously had to make the first move, obviously, but every idea that came to mind felt stupid. Would a simple 'Hi.' be sexy enough?
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore her misplaced anxiety--but it was adding to the scene, she thought. She undid just the top button and spread the neckline a little, before pulling her hair over one of her shoulders. This was... kinda hot?
Before she could talk herself out of this approach, she took the selfie and sent it.
Charlie left again & I'm bored.
The response was immediate.
Like he'd been waiting.
& she left u like that?
Did she fuck u b4 she left at least?
She bit her lip to stop her immature grin from spreading on her face--not it would've mattered. She was alone. It was part of the fantasy.
She was a neglected girlfriend, with unmet sexual needs, and her girlfriend that she loved so much, and loved her back just as much, was so busy. She couldn't meet those needs--so, really, the logical response was to get those needs met. She didn't have to break up with her girlfriend, when she loved her so much and was happy in almost all areas. It was a rough patch she was getting through with... a friend.
Danny Do-Bad. The type of bad that would have Niffty creaming herself over--tall, and well-dressed, and, uh, twirling his mustache.
And a big ol' flirt.
No she was in a rush.
It's really not her fault, she just keeps
busy.
No excuses omg
If I shared a room w/ u, u would not be allowed
OFF the bed. That's where u belong.
Ur princess needs to turn u in2 a pillow princess.
...It'd been Charlie's idea. Kinda.
The roleplay had been her idea--to spice things up in the bedroom, because their bedroom activities were always fun and needed to stay fun. And Vaggi loved her theatrics. And she had... jokingly suggested Charlie pretend to be the diabolical Danny Do-Bad. As a joke. And not because she was kinda cute with a mustache!
And it had turned into this.
Im gonna fold u in half & devour u.
Its how im gonna start & finish every meal.
Palette cleanser.
How did you make oral sound
kinda gross? That's impressive.
The mess ur gonna make on the bed
is what's gross. Im gonna make u so wet.
& when I'm done ur cleaning it up
If u can do it 4 ur princess, u can do it
4 me.
Vaggi shivered. It was hard to imagine her sweet, lovely girlfriend had a side like this to her--but wasn't that where all the fun came from? Doing things they wouldn't usually do?
And this was where the fantasy broke a little--because Vaggi would let nobody but her girlfriend talk to her like this.
I WANT to do it for her, that's
why I do it.
?
U dont want me 2 make u cum?
U have 2 earn it. Ur cleaning it up.
Maybe you have to earn me?
Im gonna make u beg 4 it.
4 all of it, ur gonna beg me 2
fuck u & ur gonna beg me 2
let u lick ur squirt off my dick.
Are you gonna beg for me?
I dont need 2 :)
Send me more pics.
Vaggi shifted, uncomfortable in her arousal. She wasn't that good at impromptu photo shoots, but the roleplay demanded improv. She'd have to figure it out.
She moved to the full-length mirror against the wall and hiked up her skirt to show her panties--simple, black cotton. She felt like this was about as sexy as a mirror selfie was gonna get.
Good girl.
She really wished that didn't turn her on the way it did. But it did. It was hotter over text--when you were left to crave your lover's breath.
Take those panties off. I
wanna see how wet u r.
No, that's gross.
I can't do that.
Do it or I'm sending that
other photo 2 ur gf.
Ill tell her u came on2 me.
She didn't have any room to refuse here!
She got back onto the bed and tugged her panties down to her knees--there was a giant dark spot from her wetness, and when she reached, her fingers came away slick. It took a minute to get a flattering enough angle for the picture, but she took the first good one and sent it.
Such a good girl
I cant believe ur gf left u
alone like this.
She's just busy.
Im never 2 busy 4 u
Gn bbygrl. C u 2morrow.
The door opened, and Vaggi yanked her panties back up like she'd been caught doing something actually bad, and not something she had agreed to with Charlie. "Wow!" Charlie said, kicking off her shoes and jumping onto the bed. "I'm so tired. This hotel keeps me so busy, I barely even have time for my perfect girlfriend that I love." Vaggi snorted as she came closer, cupping her cheek with her palm.
"It's okay, baby," she said. "I'm nothing but patient." She was gonna have to be, if she had any hope of surviving until Monday.
Charlie laid down and Vaggi crawled beside her. Her skin was warm. It wasn't gonna fulfill that ache between her legs, but this was a different type of need, for her touch. Cuddling was still on the table.
The rule was, Vaggi had to reach out.
She came to him, and made the first move, and then, he got to choose the conditions, and the threat was always that he would tell Charlie. Danny Do-Bad didn't believe in things like love. Her loyalty towards Charlie meant nothing--but Vaggi didn't love him, she thought. They were just playing around. He got her body, and Charlie got her heart.
She drummed her fingers on the arm of the office chair she was on, working her bottom lip between her teeth. She did not need to take it so seriously--but she did. Maybe that was the fun.
Hi.
Now, she waited. It wouldn't be long. It never was.
Good morning bbygrl
It was three in the afternoon, but he woke up at noon every day. That was his lore. A night owl that did nothing with his day but twirl his mustache in darkness and think about evil.
I missed u
R u alone rn?
Yeah. Doing paperwork.
What r u wearing
Same thing I always wear.
Dont b coy w/ me
U started this.
What panties r u wearing rn?
Lacey black thong--Charlie bought
it for me a while ago.
& she didn't splurge 4 the
matching bra?
I don't have much use for a bra.
Nothing there to really support.
&?
Its just to make u look cute u
dont need a thong either, it
just gets in the way.
If she was smart shed take
all ur clothes away & make u
walk around naked so she
can touch u easier
I don't want to walk around
naked.
Well u wouldnt b walking
U would be in bed getting
plowed every minute of ur
life.
I would fuck u every hour on
the hour
U dont even get 2 sleep u
need 2 get laid
What you're describing rn is a
method of torture, btw.
U will love every sec of
it
Touch urself
Vaggi flushed and moved her thighs closer together, which only made her more aware of her wetness. Already, she was somehow close--it wouldn't take much to do her in. That she got like this over text? She felt like a pervert.
I'm not doing that.
U need 2 prep ur holes
Im gonna be giving them a
workout, they need a good
stretch & they r soo
neglected.
You're making this weird.
Im trying 2 help u
If u want I can send this 2
ur gf
Let her know how desperate
u r & if shes smart shell clear
her whole schedule 4 u b4
some1 like me comes and
snatches u up.
When this was all over, Vaggi would need to tell Charlie how hot she was when she threatened her.
But it wasn't over--she was so desperate, and her desperation had pushed her to some bad, unfaithful acts. But her heart still belonged to her precious girlfriend, no matter what rough patch they went through. So, the smart thing to do was this. To keep it from her. To keep these struggles inside like all the rest, so she did not burden her lover with her needs, and with what she had done for repreive.
Vaggi tucked a hand into her underwear and grimaced at how soaked her panties were. Desperately, she pushed them down, and then her skirt, and she brought her feet up to settle on the seat of her chair and rubbed over her aching clit.
She shot a photo for Danny--the lighting was atrocious, it was a little blurry, but it was obvious she was doing what she was told.
Bet u would cum w/ 1
finger bbygrl
Im gonna make u cum
soo hard
She tried to send another text--but her lust-addled brain wouldn't give her anything witty to say, and she was typing with one hand anyway, so she tossed it onto the desk and just concentrated on this. On the feeling of her fingers, and her desperation--and she thought of what Charlie might do if she came in. She'd probably back out, and apologize, and let Vaggi finish.
But if Danny found her like this? Oh, he'd take care of her need. He'd offer her every kink she'd ever entertained. Tell her she didn't need to touch herself, he got her now. And she thought about yanking his shirt open and groping his pale breasts, and how that mustache would feel against her, and all the dirty things he'd say to her that Charlie would never dare to.
Vaggi muffled her scream against her palm, the fingers inside her stilling. She caught her breath through gritted teeth, leaned back in her office chair.
She was not going to last until Monday.
That night, she broke. Groped Charlie's ass, kissed over her throat, and begged for sex in a way she never had before.
"I'm sorry, Vaggi." She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, played up, all sympathetic, the sweetest, sleepiest girlfriend. "I'm just... so tired. Maybe tomorrow? After that group therapy session." She kissed the top of Vaggi's head.
She could no longer tell if this part of the scene or not. Charlie was responding the way they had previously decided she would--but Vaggi didn't know if her begging was part of the role, or a hundred-percent earnest. That frustration was her own--she was sure the fantasy was spurring it on. She thought she might explode--or lose her mind, her vulva would catch fire with her need. Her own fingers couldn't fix this anymore--she needed Charlie. Charlie wouldn't even have to do much, because so much as her breath down there would tip Vaggi over the edge she was still steadily creeping towards.
"It's--" She gritted her teeth again, forcing her frustration to manually ebb somehow. "It's... fine, hon. I get it."
Charlie cocked her head at her and smiled. "We can still cuddle," she said. "Do you want to be the little spoon?"
Vaggi nodded because she didn't trust her voice right now. Charlie wrapped her arms tightly around her and kissed the back of her head, and Vaggi felt the heat even through the thick wall of her hair. It was nice knowing her love was real, when the disinterest in sex wasn't.
In the middle of the third day, the afternoon after Charlie had turned her down, Vaggi got felt up in a broom closet.
This lonely one at the end of a hall, cramped--just enough space for the two of their bodies, but only with his hips flush with Vaggi's generous ass. One of his gloved hands was clamped over her mouth, and the other had slipped down the waistband of her skirt and into her drenched panties.
Danny kept his voice low, so they would not be caught--it was why he had to muffle Vaggi's voice with his hand, so she didn't scream about how good he made her feel. They didn't want anybody to interrupt them. "Poor thing." His mustache tickled Vaggi's ear and if she was not so worked up, she would've been laughing. "If only your little girlfriend came and helped you out. Then you wouldn't even be in trouble."
This was breaking their pre-established rules, between Vaggi and Danny. Vaggi had not reached out, before Danny came and whisked her off into a closet, but Vaggi had broken the rules too.
"What are you gonna do the next time I text you?" He asked.
He pulled his hand off and she gasped, pushing herself back further against him, until he was pressing against the shelves. "I-I'm gonna answer," Vaggi promised.
"Until?"
Vaggi swallowed. "Until you're done talking to me." Fingers pried at her entrance--but didn't even properly enter her before moving back to rub at her clit. "I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"You should be sorry," he said. "Not even to me, what about your poor girlfriend?"
"Fuck, I-I'm--" Her head spun, she leaned into those fingers as much as she could, and Danny tucked one under her shirt to grope one of her small breasts. "I'm a bad girlfriend--" She choked on her moan, Danny's fingers pinching and pulling her nipple, and it hurt so good, and she was so desperate, she just rolled her hips.
"You think she knows you're unfaithful?" Danny asked. Vaggi cursed, shaking in his grasp. "That you're getting your needs fulfilled elsewhere?"
"Right there." Those fingers were at the perfect spot, touching her clit just right, and she was so close. "Fuck, yes, please--"
"Beg." Both hands pulled back, and Vaggi gasped into the empty air, before the one that'd been under her shirt grabbed her waist and turned her around. "Get on your knees and beg for me."
There wasn't a lot of room in the closet for that--but Vaggi would make it work. She dropped to her knees, and they smarted on the carpet, and in the darkness of the closet, she could see Danny's eyes glinting as he looked down at her, and they were so close, Vaggi's nose was touching the tent in his black pants. "Please."
"Please what?" He was enjoying himself--obviously.
Vaggi cursed again, trying to get her thoughts in order, to be able to make sense of her own need. She'd never felt more pathetic, and never felt more alive. They could be found, and they'd find her with her face in someone else's crotch, and so aroused that it was dripping through her panties, down her legs and into the tops of her stockings, and her hard nipples poking through her shirt, and she could just stare up at Danny with her lust-filled gaze, trying to stop drooling and panting. "Please, Danny," she said, wiped her drool off her chin and resumed eye contact, not bothering to hide just how much she needed this. "Please, t-touch me."
"I don't think you're very good at begging." This closet was so hot--Vaggi pushed her hair out of her face, trying to not let that dumb little whine bubbling in her throat slip out. "Come on. Like you mean it."
The last bit of her restraint broke. She was a slut, and her girlfriend wasn't satisfying her, and her need was all-consuming, ready to burn her to ash. She fisted at Danny's pants, ready to yank them off. "Please! Fuck me, make me cum! Please, Danny Do-Bad, I need you to do me so bad!"
His hand caught her chin, tilted her head back. She thought he might kiss her--instead, he shoved his slick, gloved fingers down her throat. It was not gentle, and it wasn't even that pleasurable, but she couldn't help how wet it made her anyway. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and let Danny finger it to his heart's content, because it felt better than nothing. She choked, and gagged, and god, she could taste herself on his gloves from when he'd been groping her, but it just made it hotter. She wanted this, wanted him to use her for whatever he felt he should. Maybe, if she was lucky, he would lube his fingers up like this, finger her to orgasm, and just make her clean them off, and she would stop wanting so much.
Her pussy was pulsing between her thighs, begging for attention--she groped through her skirt and shivered, though it wasn't offering the relief she really needed. It didn't matter. Danny could do whatever he pleased with her, and some awful little part of Vaggi would be happy, if he got his pleasure from playing with her body like this.
”I don’t want you touching yourself,” he said. “You’re gonna wait patiently. I’m going to use you so hard, you’re gonna break.” Vaggi’s complaint came out a gargle. “Maybe I’ll get you a ball gag. So you can scream your head off, and we don’t have to worry about your girlfriend catching us.” Vaggi readjusted, pushing her thighs together. “If I was your girlfriend, you wouldn’t be leaving this closet on your feet. You’d need me to carry you out, put you to bed and then fuck you some more so you don’t get out.”
His fingers pulled out. Vaggi coughed and he stroked her hair back from her head, smearing saliva into the white of her hair while she panted. “Then do it,” she rasped. “Fuck me already!”
He grinned. “But I’m not your girlfriend.” Vaggie groaned and pressed her forehead against his knee, trying to will the frustrated tears back. “Unless…?”
She clenched her fists until her nails dug half-crescents into her palm. She could. And Charlie wouldn’t even know (she almost laughed, because there was no real threat here between them. Charlie was always her girlfriend no matter what they did in the bedroom, or the broom closet, or the train tracks).
”No,” she said. Stupid and defiant, horny but not helpless to Danny and his whims. “No, I-I’m Charlie’s girlfriend.”
Danny booped her nose. “Then I guess Charlie will have to take care of this for you. Go ahead. Go find her, tell her how much you need her.”
Vaggi shoved him off, stomach clenching painfully and her head still spinning. "I will." She got to her feet and tried to ignore how her heart did a flip when she felt his breath ghost over her lips. "Because she needs me just as much as I need her, and I know she loves me. I don't think you're capable of love."
"I'm gonna make you eat those words," he said. "When I make love to you in her bed, and make you beg me to stay."
Vaggi waited, until she was certain the group therapy had passed, but Charlie did not come looking for her. She was standing at the front desk, with her soaked panties, trying to pretend she was not a filthy little horndog while she did her job, and Charlie was nowhere to be seen.
Again, Danny broke the rules--because when had he had any respect for rules anyway? He texted with a picture of his gloved hands, each one holding a bundle of rope--one black, thin, durable, and the other brown, scratchy, looked like it was made of straw.
U got a preference, bbygrl?
It was over. She was desperate. She was broken down. Charlie wasn't satisfying her this way, and she needed whatever relief she would get at his hands. It didn't matter. Charlie didn't have to know, and Vaggi would make it up to her.
Do we really need rope
at all?
Ofc we do bby
Need 2 make sure u
stay put so I can take
care of u properly
Think of how pretty ur
gonna look tied down
+ helpless. Only taking
what I give u...
Taking everything I give
u...
I like the rustic look.
One on the right.
Good girl.
Mon. 7 oclock. Roof.
i want ur hair down +
u need 2 be in those
cute stockings.
U dont need 2 wear
anything else ;)
Vaggi thought about how fucked she was. That night, Charlie had seemed to forget all about her previous promise to Vaggi. She had her arm stretched out, and Vaggi laid on top of it like a pillow. The comfort was genuine. Her girlfriend was so cozy.
Monday came, and it was seven on the dot when Vaggi was finishing. Despite what Danny had told her, she had decided that she did want to wear clothes on the roof. (This venture into this weird, cucking/cheating kink had yet to give Vaggi some non-consensual exhibition kink.)
With night coming, the sky was... mostly the same shade of red it usually was, but it was dimmer on the roof, somehow. There was, of course, train tracks. Integral to the scene. Looped around the roof, mostly unused, the train left atop, unmanned.
Vaggi readjusted her dress--a short, flowy white number that didn't look out of place as a pajama or daywear or lingerie. It could be cute--she was kinda hoping it was sexy. Sexy enough for this.
It was easy to find Danny, because he was a tall woman with a mustache, and something about him being in the open made Vaggi's thighs clench. Just him there, unhidden, unafraid of them being caught. Danny had a confidence that her girlfriend simply did not--Charlie would never do something like this.
His gloved fingers grabbed the hem of her skirt. "This is cute." He yanked it up to better look underneath the short skirt, like it was hiding her thigh-high black stockings. They didn't really go with her bow, a staple of all her outfits she'd wear in the shower if Charlie did not take it off of her, but they did match the lacy black thong underneath. "This is cuter. I thought I told you you don't need to wear anything else, though."
She swallowed nervously. "I don't want to be naked out here."
Danny smiled--the sweetness in it was only indicative of the woman behind the mustache, which was why, to keep with the role, he grabbed Vaggi by the wrist tightly and yanked her forward. "I'm going to fuck you out here, though."
She couldn't help herself. Vaggi tilted her head back and pressed their lips together. The mustache tickled, and Danny didn't bother with the foreplay. He had Vaggi right where he wanted.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling their bodies together, and he licked into her mouth like he owned it. He might as well have. She couldn't help her whimper, like she was already submitting. In her head, she put up more of a fight before this--played hard to get, really made sure Danny worked for it, if she was going to betray her girlfriend's trust in her, but really, what was all this waiting besides foreplay? And that day in the closet... She had already given in, just by showing up, and there was no use pretending.
She shivered when he pulled back, and for a moment, he looked like he was about to say something and then, uncharacteristically, got lost in Vaggi's eye and just uselessly mouthed something instead. Vaggi stayed a moment, trembling, before he ducked his head and pressed his lips on her neck, and his arms went around her waist, just to drop lower, pick her up and get those thighs wrapped around his waist, and while her feet left the ground, she could just grab at the excess fabric of his black coat. His lips traced over her pulse, and she gasped, unashamed. This wasn't the closet. She didn't have to keep quiet. Nobody would hear her out here.
The black tie tucked between his breasts and tucked into his waistcoat called her name, and she pulled it out to run her fingers up and down the silk. Danny was such a fine dresser. She could've drooled, but before she could get to drooling, Danny dropped to his knees and pinned her onto the ground, the hard metal of the tracks digging into her back. She could feel the cold through her dress. "Don't move," he said. "You're doing this how I want, or not at all." Vaggi tried to catch her breath, but none of the oxygenated blood was getting to her brain, it had decided it had better places to be. She didn't need her brain right now--she needed her pussy wet and her heart pumping, and that was it. "Tell me how much you want this."
"So much." Vaggi tried to buck her hips, to grind against his trim thigh--but he was much stronger than her, and there was no chance of her getting back up. "Please--"
"Use my name." He readjusted, hands still digging into her waist, putting more weight on her so she could really feel how trapped she was. Danny couldn't get off without whatever damsel he had tempted into sin being trapped in some way--again, his lore. They put a lot of work into this. "Say it properly."
"I want this, Danny." She knocked her head back, shutting her eye. Already perfectly submitted. His to do with as he pleased, so long as she got what she wanted to in the end. "Fuck me, Danny Do-Bad, I need you."
He let go of her to grab the length of rope tucked off to the side, already cut into various lengths. He started with her hands, pulled in front of her and wrapped it tight around them. Vaggi held still for it--even when he switched to the other length and wrapped it around the tracks and her waist, securing her. He sat up for a minute, and the roof felt much colder without his body heat on top of her. "Are you going to keep your legs open for me, or am I going to need to tie them too?" Vaggi shook her head, and he dropped the last of the rope to the side. "Good girl. You love doing what I tell you to, huh?" His hands went up and stroked through her hair--this was something she could expect from Charlie, but the tenderness felt extra special from Danny, while she was tied down. "Beg."
Vaggi shut her eye. "Please."
"Like you mean it." He drew his fingers over her chest--and then tugged the neckline down to show as much of her small breasts as he could bare.
She scrunched her eye shut a little tighter. "Please, god, I need this. I need you to fuck me. Ruin me for my girlfriend. Please, fuck, Danny--" He drew her skirt up, and her panties down so they were only on her ankles, and then, just one ankle. "God, please, I-I'm so wet..."
"I can tell." His gloved finger traced over her entrance--and she looked to see the hunger in his gaze. "If only I was more merciful... and cared at all about what you want, and not just myself..."
"You can fuck me," Vaggi breathed. "You can fuck me--a-and we don't need protection or anything. You can use me as much you want. All you want. Please, just--make me cum, please, I'll do anything...!"
He decided now was the best time to twirl his mustache. But gentle, so he didn't rip it off. He was sensitive, sort of. "Anything, hm?"
Vaggi nodded.
The teeth on Danny's zipper whined as he pulled it down, and his massive length flopped out. Vaggi's feet scrabbled against the ground, trying to move back, looking at it in shock. "What the fuck?" She kept staring, and it didn't get smaller. "Oh my god--oh my god, you're not putting that thing inside me!" It pulsed, already hard and aching for her. "It--It's fucking huge, that's--you're not putting that thing inside me!" Danny laughed. "That's like, a second leg!"
"Second?"
Vaggi tilted her head back to look at him seriously, barely in-character. "Why does it have a mustache?"
It did. On the head. Like a dark, twisted smile under the tip.
"Fun," Charlie said from behind her mustache. "I thought it worked for the scene."
"I'm not gonna have a mustache in my vagina. If I wanted hair in my pussy, I would start masturbating with your hairbrush."
Charlie considered this a moment, and ultimately decided, Vaggi got to make the call about what went inside her and she never wanted to make her uncomfortable, so she eased the mustache off--but it left this weird, sticky residue from whatever adhesive had attached it, so she reached into her pocket instead. "Don't worry, I was prepared for this." She ripped open the condom, that she had apparently brought with her for this, and tugged it on. Now Vaggi didn't have to worry about threads of polyester and glue inside her vagina.
With that out of the way, Danny got on top of her. "You're letting me put this inside you," he said. "Or I'm leaving you here, where either your precious girlfriend can come find you, or the conductor of the five o'clock train." The five o'clock train was not going to come, as it was past five. But still, scary threat.
Vaggi squirmed, pushing her thighs together. "No, no--Charlie can't know about this! She'll never forgive me for being this slutty, I can't face her."
Danny laughed evilly, and not at all adorably. "So, your choices are have a train run over you, or have a train ran on you."
"You're not a train," she argued, pitched with a whine. No attempt at defiance would yield any good result, and she knew that. She didn't want to be defiant, she wanted to be pleased. "You're one person."
"Don't talk back to me." Danny's fingers wrapped as much as they could around her thick thighs, wrenching them apart so he could better look over her soaked entrance, crying out for him and only him, as the only one that could save her from this lust. "You have a choice to make."
Vaggi looked back at that throbbing dick and then tilted her head back again, staring up at the sky instead of her lover. It might make this easier to agree to, to completely debase herself for this animalistic urge that wasn't being fulfilled, that hadn't in so long. "Please," she breathed. "Just... put it inside me, use me, Danny."
"That is much better." Danny soothed a hand down her flat stomach, the glove smooth against her skin. He pulled her legs up and bent her in half, and Vaggi was careful to keep them there. She didn't want them in his way--she couldn't let anything get in his way, she couldn't wait any longer. She needed this. She needed this.
The head pressed against her entrance, searing hot, not even in, and she moaned, gritting her teeth as it finally eased in and the stretch burned so good. Danny stilled with his hips flush with her generous ass, letting her adjust to the fullness with her hands curled into fists and squirming as much as she could. He stayed there for a moment, stroking over her stomach. "See how good that fits? This is why your girlfriend needs to take care of you. You need to be filled. Probably wake up every morning wishing your girlfriend would shove her fist in here like a sock puppet." Vaggi moaned and Danny inched out, just to roll his hips forward again and fill her back up. "Tell me what a bad girl you are."
"Uh, god, I--" This was way hotter than she anticipated. She shut her eye. "I'm a bad girl, I'm such a bad girl I'm... stepping out on my girlfriend--" The head brushed over something lovely and her eye rolled back into her head, left her drooling all over herself. "Fuckkk..."
The neckline of her dress had started to slowly shift upwards, so Danny yanked it back down and twisted her nipple far enough to make Vaggi yelp. His fingers reached down and better parted her labia, like he was getting a better look at where they were conjoined now. Vaggi gripped his dick so tightly, it was a struggle to pull out, but already, she was so into it, so wet, everything oozing out of her was already a creamy white. Danny scooped some of it onto his fingers, pinching at the sticky white that coated his fingertips now. "Good girl. You need to tell your girlfriend, this is how wet you're supposed to be." He reached up and pressed his fingers to her lips, feeding her her own arousal. "This is how you're supposed to taste. Don't you taste so good? You're delicious, Vaggi." He licked his lips and thrust harder against her. "Tell me you're yummy."
Her face lit up in flame. "Hon--"
"Say it, or I'll pull out right now."
The worst possible threat. "I'm yummy." She could taste herself on her lips, and it was humiliating, but that humiliation was delicious. She'd let Danny do this to her.
"Yes, you are!" Danny grunted. "I bet that's why your girlfriend can't let you sit on her face every night. She'll get addicted. She won't be able to function without a stomach full of your squirt." His fingers found her clit. "Go ahead and cum for me. Tell me who owns your pussy now."
She was already broken. Desperate for this feeling, whatever more of it she could get, and he was being so gentle with his stroking, instead of the roughness of his thrusting-- "You do! Danny Do-Bad owns my angelic pussy! Make me cum, fuck, please--"
Vaggi threw her head back against the rails, hard enough to hurt, with her orgasm and the second it started, Danny's hands went to hips with a bruising force and held her down like she might shove him away. His climax was in the deepest part of her, and left her panting and raw.
He drew out of her and peeled off the condom. "Such a good girl," he panted. "Your girlfriend's missing out." Vaggi looked at the condom hanging in his hands, and realized she was still... kind of unsatisfied. So much foreplay, just for this? They'd barely done the actual thing for that long, it didn't even matter that she just came, she wanted more.
But it didn't matter. Danny tucked the ends of the condom into her stocking, soaked with sweat, pulled out his phone. The flash was on, all Vaggi could think about was how shitty that picture was going to turn out, and then he tucked it back into his pocket and made a move to leave.
"Wait, wait--" Vaggi squirmed again, like she could sit up, parting her legs. "We can keep going! What about some--oral?"
"No," anny said, sweetly. He leaned down to pull her panties off her foot and tucked them into his pocket. "You're gonna have to ask your girlfriend for that. But the good news is, she's on her way right now."
Vaggi blanched. "No, no, no--" He was grinning down at her. "No, c'mon--that wasn't--"
"I'd save your breath," he told her. "For your girlfriend."
He walked off. There was no way for Vaggi to get untied, to hide what she'd been doing.
She expected horror. Disgust. Rage. But Charlie's expression was blank as she neared her on the rooftop--her eyes scraped her over, bound and sweaty. Still desperate for more. Her slutty, slutty, disloyal girlfriend. "Hon, I'm so sorry." Charlie still didn't say anything, just kneeled in front of her. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake, baby."
"Was it good?" She asked.
Vaggi shook her head, suddenly desperate for something else entirely. "No, not as good as you. Nothing is as good as you, and I'm sorry I ever forgot that, I love you." Charlie's gaze went to her glimmering pussy. "You're my everything, baby, this was so dumb, I'm so dumb--"
Fingers traced her slit--they were so much more familiar than those gloves and she couldn't help her shiver, especially as Charlie grabbed that condom from before and turned it upside down over her entrance and all she could do was lay there and try and hold still. "How long have you been hiding this?" She asked. Her fingers went back into Vaggi's entrance, smearing the semen over her walls, reaching as far back as she could get, and Vaggi let her. She was her's to do what she pleased with, and she was so grateful that her girlfriend would even think to touch this sloppy, cheating pussy of her's. "How long have you been lying to me?"
"J-Just a couple of days," she said. "And we've only done this once--just once, hon, and never again, never again, I'm sorry, this is the worst mistake of my life."
She shook her head--but her fingers were curled up against her g-spot, rubbing in the cum she had so earned with her dalliance. "I don't know how I can forgive you for something like this, Vags."
She swallowed. "Baby, I'll--I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
Vaggi nodded, frantic, aching.
Charlie considered this for a moment, and pulled her hand out, dripping white. "...Then lay there and let me punish you."
Vaggi spreads her legs as far as she could while Charlie yanked her pants down--her cock hardened quickly in the air between them, and she stroked it to full hardness on her knees, hovering over her. "I can't believe you would do this," she panted. She slapped her length down over Vaggi's desperate little slit, crying in either thanks, or anguish, or for it's one true love's forgiveness. "You're a fucking slut, Vaggi."
"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I am, I'm such a slut, I'm such a slut that you weren't enough for me--"
Charlie slipped in immediately--Danny had stretched her out enough. This was the same dick, in truth, but it felt different to her--just the experience, just looking up at Charlie's red cheeks, and her knit brow, and how her hands grasped her, and she cursed before she dove in for a kiss, rough and wet. Vaggi kissed back with everything she had and wished she had begged Charlie first to untie her--she wanted to grab at her. Run her fingers through her hair. Make her body sing so she might remind her how deep her affection ran.
Instead, she wrapped her legs around Charlie's waist so she could not pull away, and it meant that she stayed mostly all the way inside her, doubly slick from everything that condom had left inside her. She was soaked for her.
Every thrust resonated into her core, and Vaggi was left moaning, sensitive and pliable for none other than Charlie's hands. Nobody else. Charlie's thrusts were quick and angry--she fucked into Vaggi like a punishment, but this was just what she wanted. Her lips went to her throat and sucked a bruise against the side, like marking her might make anybody think twice before they made a move on her.
Her toes curled. "Hon--" Charlie was too far gone for words right now, she just grunted. "Hon, I'm gonna squirt--"
She started going much harder--not as fast, but every thrust made her shake, and she scrunched her eyes shut to focus on the feeling. Her cry lodged in her throat, choking her as she ejaculated, gushing over her girlfriend's cock. She was a mess. She felt disgusting. She was loving every second of it, and Charlie fucked her right through it.
This was what she wanted. She didn't want Danny and his mustache, and his gloves--she wanted her girlfriend's warm flesh, and her pretty voice pitched with need, ready to tear Vaggie to shreds in her lust. She wasn't letting up. She wondered if she could keep this up all night, as Charlie's hand moved some of her hair from her face and she kissed her again, gentler.
The anger was as real as the cheating: not at all. She was so glad this was all over, that they could go to normal after the best sex of her life. Vaggi was going to need to remind her how much she loved her--not because there had ever been any doubt, or because Vaggi had anything to make up for. Just because. Because their love was true, and gentle, and absolutely nasty like this.
"Fuck, fuck--" Charlie started to lose steam, and her eyes crossed as she buried her length inside. Vaggi went slack underneath her, just accepting it. She'd shower later. She needed to just be with her.
They caught their breath, pressed so close they could've been one. Finally, Charlie kissed the top of her head. "You did so good," she whispered. "You're such a good girl."
"I love you." She felt like she didn't say enough--maybe she should start saying it every hour. Set a reminder on her phone. "Charlie, that was--"
"You're so good." She kissed her cheek, vicious in her love. "You know I'm not mad, right?" Vaggi nodded, but the trembling in her legs probably didn't sell it. Her hands stroked through Vaggi's long hair. "That was amazing, Vaggi. No wonder Danny Do-Bad wants you so much."
Vaggi laughed, still a little breathless. "Well, something tells me that Danny's no match for the princess of Hell."
"Of course not." She readjusted Vaggi's eyepatch and smiled down at her with all the gentleness and grace angels were supposed to have. "The princess of Hell's match is right here." She reached for her hand, laced their fingers together. Vaggi could've stared into her eyes forever.
But they did not have forever.
Charlie gasped, horrified. "Oh my gosh--Vaggi--the train!"
"Huh?" She tilted her head back, but couldn't quite catch it. "What?"
She clumsily pulled at the ropes around Vaggi's wrists. "Oh no, he tied it to tight! I can't get them off!" Vaggie twisted, feet scraping over the floor. "Oh no!"
There was a low whistle, from her right. The train--model, maybe ten-inches long and three inches tall as it chugged along the tracks, only three cars--had reached it's destination and rammed straight into Vaggi's ribs.
Gently.
Repeatedly.
She squirmed a little more to the right and managed to knock it off the tracks, so it whistled sadly on it's side, and Vaggi glanced up at Charlie. "Am I dead now?" She asked. "Is... Is that the roleplay? I make up with my girlfriend and get hit by a train?"
"I didn't think that far ahead," Charlie admitted. She pulled Vaggi's ropes off for real and then took her into her arms--she wasn't quite in the mood to walk anywhere. "Come on. We need a shower. Before Danny Do-Bad comes back, and sweeps you off your feet."