Be warned, this story features a dominant futanari Sophia, and a subby Taylor. It does not feature noncon, though. The consent is, if anything, enthusiastic.
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Chapter 1:
In Winslow, Sophia was the queen bitch. Aesthetically, she was hot as fuck. Physically, she was a match for any professional athlete. And socially, she and her two closest friends were the most popular girls in school, which she personally managed despite being black in a town with honest-to-god Nazis recruiting her classmates on a day to day basis, and an asian racial-supremacist group snapping up a good chunk of the rest. Plus, she was a fucking superhero.
Oh yeah, and she had a bitch-breaker of a cock stuffed down one leg of her pants.
The gangsters skulked around in the hallways, yeah, and every so often she'd get detention for something, but none of that really mattered. Anyone who didn't want to suck up to her was shit-scared of her, and that included Principal Blackwell. After all, having a Ward attending Winslow was an absolute fucking jackpot of funding and prestige for this shithole of a school, to the point where Blackwell would cover for her even harder than the PRT actually wanted her to.
And what did Sophia do with the total freedom from consequences? Did she turn into a petty tyrant? Did she rule with an iron fist and make life a living hell for the peons beneath her?
Eh, not really. Mostly, she just got her dick sucked by whichever hot piece of ass caught her eye that day.
See, Sophia had a philosophy. People fit into different categories, after all. Some of them were natural leaders, like her. Tough, confident, always ready and willing to take charge. Dominant was one word you could use.
And then there were the other kind of people. Meek, quiet, shy, always hoping to be overlooked and wanting nothing more to skirt around the edges of the spotlight. You know, submissive types.
Not everyone fit too cleanly in one group or the other, but Sophia figured that if you pressed hard enough you could eventually sort every single person into those categories.
If asked to explain, Sophia would point out that she didn't think submissive types were worthless or whatever. She didn't wanna fuck 'em up or anything, what's the point in that? They had their own shit they were good at, stuff that wasn't her area.
Like being cute. Or sucking dick. Y'know, all that sort of thing.
So, yeah, That's how the world worked. And as Sophia cruised through highschool, she got plenty of opportunity to test her theory. Shy, pretty little things who would blush bright red when she whispered in their ear, then followed her into the nearest bathroom or supply closet with their hearts beating out of their chest until Sophia finally pressed them down onto their knees and had them get to work polishing her cock.
In a way, it was almost disappointing. Where was the thrill? The chase? The satisfaction? Not to mention the fact that she could never play too rough before they started complaining, and needing to hold back in those little flings of hers was getting kinda damn annoying.
And then along came Taylor.
A while back, she'd kicked the hell out of some ABB goons threatening a girl named Emma. They'd started hanging out for a bit after that, and Sophia had mentioned her philosophy while she was feeling the girl out. Almost immediately, Emma had decided that she just had to be one of the ones on top of the pecking order.
To her credit, she backed it up pretty well. The girl was a shark. Kinda shitty when it came to throwing a punch, but it was impressive how rapidly and thoroughly she could eradicate someone's social life if they pissed her off.
Anyway, Emma had a friend named Taylor. And just like Emma was certain she was on top of the pecking order, she was also positive that Taylor was on the bottom.
Sophia didn't exactly get why Emma was so dedicated to distancing herself from Taylor, and didn't really care. Still, it wasn't like Emma had Sophia's natural advantages to test her theory out, and Sophia wasn't too invested in proving Emma's beliefs one way or the other.
Still, though, Taylor was pretty good looking. Not much chest to speak of, but she had gorgeous hair and some damn fine legs leading up to a nice ass. So, Sophia figured, what the hell? She'd give it a shot. Did the same thing she always did, when she had her eye on a girl: Found her in the hallways, turned on the charm, leaned in, and murmured a lewd invitation into her ear.
Usually, that had them eating out of the palm of her hand.
Taylor had the same wide eyed look that was so familiar. The same reddened cheeks. But instead of accepting Sophia's offer, she'd slid under the black girl's arm and darted into a crowd of students.
Sophia had narrowed her eyes as she watched Taylor go. There had been something there.
This wasn't over.
In fact, as far as Sophia was concerned? This was just the beginning.
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Taylor had left the encounter with Sophia screaming wildly within the privacy of her own mind.
The black girl was attractive, yeah, and Taylor had come to terms with her orientation about the time she realized that focusing on how attractive her fellow women were wasn't something that straight girls did.
And she didn't really think too badly of Sophia, either. Sure, it hurt that Emma had started hanging out with the other girl instead of her, especially considering how suddenly things had changed. But that stuff just happened, right? People drifted apart and found new friends. It didn't bother her too much, not anymore, besides occasional bouts of loneliness.
In some other circumstance, she might have given Sophia a chance. The idea of being asked out by someone like her was honestly kind of thrilling, too good to be true as a matter of fact!
Except Sophia hadn't asked her out on a date. She'd asked if Taylor wanted to- well, she hadn't said anything specific, but 'find a closet and get some privacy' didn't have a lot of wildly different interpretations.
It had made her heart leap into her throat, while simultaneously feeling like the floor had dropped out from under her. There was no way she could have made her voice work enough to actually give a reply, and darting away in a panic was the only thing that had come to mind.
Sophia…couldn't be serious, right? She had a reputation as a bit of a player, but…Taylor wasn't some bombshell model like Emma was. She was…frumpy. She wore sweatpants and a hoodie every day. She had no chest to speak of.
Yeah, it must have been a prank, Taylor decided. Spook her and see how she reacted. Probably had a laugh about it with Emma after Taylor had run off.
And with that thought in mind, Taylor was able to more or less ignore it. It was embarrassing, but now it was done.
At least so she thought. But things started to happen in school.
When she was at her locker the next morning, Taylor just about jumped out of her skin when she felt something brush across her back under the hem of her shirt. She whirled around just in time to catch Sophia sauntering off, tossing a wink over her shoulder as she walked away.
At lunch, Taylor felt a hand on her ass, managing to give her a squeeze in the fraction of a second before she twisted away and leveled her best glare at the culprit. Once again, she saw Sophia strolling away, but the other girl wasn't even pretending to hide her involvement, giving Taylor another wink when their eyes met.
Finally, when school let out and the halls were packed to bursting with crowds of highschoolers, a warm breath on Taylor's ear was her only warning before Sophia's arms wrapped around her, pulling Taylor's body tight against Sophia's front and making her desperately aware of the heated bulge squeezed tight against her ass. She froze like a deer in headlights, hearing her tormenter's voice right next to her ear. "You know you want it~" Sophia murmured with a chuckle, and then disengaged just as suddenly as she'd attacked. Taylor remained paralyzed, her cheeks burning red as Sophia blew her a kiss and walked out the door.
Other students glanced her way but didn't say anything, and soon enough Taylor was alone in the halls aside from the odd straggler.
"...Oh, fuck me." She whispered.
This wasn't just a prank. But...Sophia had to get bored of her eventually, right?
Right?
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Two weeks later, Sophia hadn't shown any signs of letting up. If anything, she'd gotten worse.
Starting off, it had just been two or three times a day. Without warning, Taylor would feel a light, intimate touch as Sophia walked by, without ever staying long enough for Taylor to work up the courage to confront her about it. Often, these would be paired with whispers and murmurs, teasing her.
Then, after a couple of days had gone by without any resistance, things changed. The touches were firmer, and lingered for longer. The whispers changed from minor innuendos to outright promises, and became more and more descriptive every time. The frequency increased as well, until every trip through Winslow's hallways was met with a teasing assault by Sophia on Taylor's virtue.
Taylor knew that she was supposed to tell somebody. The principal, maybe. Or a teacher. Or her mom, even. But there was no point, right? Sophia wasn't even trying to hide it, if anyone cared they would have done something already.
At least, that was the excuse she made to herself to justify the fact that she wasn't doing the slightest damn thing to stop what Sophia was doing. The trembling knees and burning cheeks after each encounter were just from embarrassment, after all!
Then one day, as Taylor was leaving Winslow, Sophia was nowhere to be found. Without really thinking about why, Taylor lingered in the hallways for a bit, waiting by her locker until the school had completely emptied out.
She...she didn't feel disappointed, of course not! Just...curious!
"...This is stupid." Taylor muttered. Get it together! She should not be waiting around for the sake of Sophia of all people. She squared her shoulders and marched out the front door-
Only to find that she wasn't the only one still here.
Two guys with shaved heads and tattoos had evidently stayed behind so they could share a pack of cigarettes. When they saw her, the one with an eagle plastered on his forehead grinned, while the other with twin lightning bolts on one shoulder narrowed his eyes.
"If it ain't Hess's whore…" Eagle Head chuckled.
Taylor tried to hurry past them, but they moved in front of her. Her mind raced. "Look, there's money in my locker, I'll tell you the combination." She lied. Anything to get them to leave, even just one. If they split up, she might be able to dart by before whoever stayed could grab her.
"Maybe later." Lightning Bolts said. He stepped forward, and Eagle Head moved with him, crowding Taylor back against Winslow's front door. She wondered if she could get through and maybe hold it shut- but no, it opened outwards. Even if she managed to get inside and shut it on them, they each had at least fifty pounds on her, and wouldn't have any issue overpowering her efforts to keep the door shut.
She had pepper spray in her backpack. She just needed to find a way to get to it…
"You know, I've seen you getting real friendly with the wrong type of person..." Eagle Head said. He was still grinning, but it was the furthest thing from charming Taylor had ever seen.
"We'll set you straight, though." Lightning Bolts growled. They each took another step forward.
"I have a phone, too!" Taylor lied again, hoping they wouldn't question it as she slung her backpack off her shoulders and started unzipping it. "You can have it, alright?"
Just a few more seconds…
She never got to grab her pepper spray. Something crunched, and Lightning Bolts hit the ground screaming, one leg bending the wrong way.
It was Sophia! She'd appeared out of nowhere, immediately slamming a boot-clad foot into the side of Lightning Bolts' knee hard enough to break it. She looked furious, an actual snarl plastered across her features as she turned on Eagle Head. He brought his fists up to try and fight back, but it was clear that Sophia had some kind of training and he absolutely did not. The skinhead managed to get as far as throwing a punch, before Sophia grabbed his wrist and twisted him around until his forearm was lodged between his shoulder blades.
After that, she just grabbed the back of his head with one hand and slammed him into the wall. From the faint pop and the drops of the blood that started to hit the sidewalk, she'd gotten his nose against the brickwork.
"Listen, shit for brains." Sophia hissed. "She is mine. Mine. Got it?"
"Fuck! Fucking crazy-!"
She pulled back enough to slam him against the wall again. Lightning Bolts was still screaming and clutching his leg, but she spared the effort to swing a leg back into his gut all the same. "You lay a finger on her, and I will finish breaking your kneecaps and throw you in the bay!"
"Fine! Fine!" Eagle Head yelled. "Jesus Christ, okay!"
Sophia dropped him. The whole time since she'd appeared, Taylor had just stood and stared. Sophia's words were ringing through her mind, over and over again. She's mine.
That's what Sophia had said. Taylor was hers. She'd been claimed.
It was only by biting her tongue that she suppressed a whimper. The thought of it was- it made her feel-
Why was 'that' the part of all this that she couldn't get out of her head!?
Sophia wrapped her arm around Taylor's shoulders and guided her off without a word, leaving the two skinheads crumpled on the ground and nursing their injuries. "Sorry about being late, shit came up."
Taylor's mind was whirling. She'd been so focused on what to do that she hadn't actually stopped to process what was happening, and now that she had a moment to think it was sinking in how much of a close call that was. And how spectacularly Sophia had put a stop to it.
This couldn't be normal, right? She'd almost been assaulted by a pair of Nazis, but the biggest thing on her mind at the moment was the sound of Sophia snarling the word mine, echoing in her thoughts over and over again.
Without even thinking about it, she leaned into the other girl, letting Sophia squeeze her tighter against her side.
In the meantime, Sophia just shook her head. "Always some dumbasses trying to get their hands on shit that ain't theirs. They take anything? I heard you mention a phone."
"I, uh, made that up." Taylor admitted. "I don't have a phone. Was trying to get to the pepper spray in my bag."
Sophia arched an eyebrow. "No shit? And I thought you'd just folded."
Taylor glanced away and scowled. "I wasn't just going to let them get their hands on me."
At that, Sophia grinned. "But you let me get my hands all over you. Just waiting for the chance to mace me, too?"
Taylor's cheeks were already a bit red, but they quickly brightened into a full on blush as she stared at the ground. "…You're different."
She didn't know why, to be honest. All she knew is that for some reason, Sophia's gropes and domineering behavior made her knees weak, while whatever those thugs had tried to pull off only made her feel nauseated. Whatever the reason behind it, her admission just made Sophia's grin widen.
"You're damn right I am." She chuckled. "Those fucksticks thought they could muscle in on my turf? Morons. Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't try anything else." Her hand slid down from Taylor's shoulder, coming to rest on her hip and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Taylor barely suppressed a shiver as Sophia leaned a little bit closer. "In fact, how about I walk you home from now on?"
It would mean more time with Sophia. Alone with Sophia. And her mom didn't get back from work until after dinner most days, meaning the house would be empty when the two of them arrived…
"Y-yes please!" Taylor squeaked.
Sophia squeezed her hip, letting Taylor feel how strong the other girl's grip was. "That's a good girl."
Oh god. If Sophia calling her 'mine' was bad, Sophia calling her a 'good girl' was even worse. Or better? Her thoughts were in a jumble, but that simple sentence had made her need to catch her breath.
Taylor was plummeting headfirst into something exhilarating and terrifying, and she was quickly running out of time to pull back.
She tried to care about that. She really did.
She failed.
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Sophia paid for the bus ride home. Taylor had briefly opened her mouth, considering protesting, but was cut off with a whimper as Sophia gave her hip another possessive squeeze. She only grew more flustered afterwards, when her efforts to take a seat beside Sophia resulted in the black girl picking her up entirely and setting her down in her lap.
It was a bumpy ride, and the entire time every jolt and vibration only drew more attention to something in Sophia's pants throbbing against Taylor's ass.
By the time they got off at her stop, Taylor was panting; and Sophia's arm around her waist was the only reason her wobbling knees weren't a serious problem.
Sophia frowned a bit when they arrived at Taylor's fairly run-down looking house, which made Taylor feel extremely self-conscious in a way she hadn't ever considered before. Still, the other girl didn't comment on it as she walked Taylor up the front steps.
"Well, here we are." Sophia said. She glanced down at Taylor, not removing her arm.
Taylor gulped. "...There's nobody else home." She whispered. "W-won't be for hours."
"Is that right?" Sophia purred. She pulled Taylor around to her front, and stepped forward to pin her between herself and the door. God, Taylor could feel Sophia's cock twitching against her hips. "You know, I seem to remember asking you if you wanted to find somewhere 'private' to enjoy ourselves a while back. And, if I recall correctly, you turned me down."
Taylor swallowed again. Her mouth was too dry to make any noise beyond a croak. "...I'm sorry."
Sophia leaned even closer, so close that Taylor could feel the warmth of her breath. "How will you make it up to me?" She murmured.
A moan slipped from Taylor's lips. She felt like she was burning up. Despite the fact that Sophia was slightly shorter than her, at that moment it felt like she was looming in Taylor's perception. "Anything!" She gasped. "I'll...I'll d-do whatever you want!"
Sophia reached up and grabbed a fistful of Taylor's hair. The sting of pain felt like an electric jolt down her spine, but as Sophia pulled her in for a scorching kiss, Taylor didn't mind even slightly. Every breath came out as a muffled moan into Sophia's lips as the black girl pushed things even further, her tongue slipping into Taylor's mouth as her free hand cupped Taylor's ass and pulled her even tighter against Sophia's bulge.
She didn't know how long it was before Sophia pulled back. Unthinking, she leaned forwards to chase Sophia's lips until the grip on her hair made her pull up short, Sophia chuckling at the show of eagerness. "Good girl, Taylor-" Oh god she said it again- "But we're long past fucking foreplay. Let's head inside."
Inside, right. They could have privacy-
Wait, anyone could have seen what just happened! But, Taylor couldn't bring herself to hold even the slightest regret as she scrabbled for the key and struggled to unlock her door with shaking hands.
As soon as they stepped inside, Sophia kicked the door shut behind them and wasted no time before she was on Taylor again. Another kiss with Taylor's hair wrapped around her fist, but this time her spare hand slid beneath Taylor's shirt, running over her bare skin. She traced her fingers up Taylor's spine, around her hips, and over her belly.
And then she delved beneath Taylor's waistband, slipping underneath the hem of her panties, cupping Taylor's ass in her palm and squeezing greedily.
And then Sophia pulled away again, taking her hand out of Taylor's pants and lifting it to her shoulder. Taylor was lost for a moment, wondering why she'd stopped, until the pressure sent her to her knees and she was left face to face with the bulge in Sophia's pants.
"Well?" Even Sophia was slightly out of breath, a realization that cheered Taylor up a surprising amount. She's enjoying this too!
Realizing what the other girl wanted, Taylor steeled herself and reached forward. The only thing sitting between herself and the twitching monster she'd felt pressed against her the entire bus ride was a single button and a zipper, and Taylor's hands were shaking so much she was worried she would embarrass herself.
She didn't, thankfully. Despite her trembling fingers she was able to pop the button open and drag the tab of the zipper down, down, down…
Sophia's cock unfurled. There was no better word for it. It was so long that it had been stuffed down one leg of Sophia's jeans, and thick enough that Sophia hadn't even tried to wear panties. Sophia let out a sigh of relief as it sprang out into the air… before falling back down with a heavy slap right onto Taylor's face.
She was paralyzed. Frozen. At some point, her jaw had dropped, and she had to consciously remind herself to shut it again.
Taylor might have stayed like that for hours, rooted to the spot and unable to do a single damned thing except gasp in the scent of Sophia's cock, if the other girl hadn't given her an order.
"Start with my nuts." Sophia murmured. "Get 'em nice and polished, while they're brewing up a thick load for you."
And Taylor was obeying before she even realized it, sliding down Sophia's length until her heavy, swollen balls were right in front of Taylor's eyes. She hesitated again, though, for just a moment… but desire defeated nervousness and she pressed her lips to the thick orbs.
Internally she was cringing, not sure what to expect in terms of flavor. To her pleasant surprise, though, Sophia…didn't taste bad. Not in the slightest. And the more of her flavor seeped onto Taylor's lips, the better it was.
More than that, it was unmistakable, unlike anything else she'd tasted before. There was nothing that could compare. It was the flavor of Sophia, and that alone drew another whimper from Taylor as she slowly trailed her lips over the surface of the other girl's balls.
"Make sure to give 'em plenty of attention." Sophia groaned, rolling her hips forward to grind Taylor's nose into the warmth of her sack. There was a musk to her that was completely different from normal body odor, almost pheromonal with how quickly it seemed to burn a trail of heat from Taylor's nose to her core.
Opening her mouth wider to make it easier to lavish attention on Sophia's balls seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and Taylor didn't even think twice about setting even more of her inhibitions aside.
A whine escaped her as Sophia pulled away, but it didn't last long. That thick, incredible cock dropped back down across her face, smearing precum on Taylor's forehead. Then Sophia twisted her hips from side to side, letting her cock swing away before slapping back across Taylor's cheek. She alternated, her shaft smacking onto either side of Taylor's face, each impact leaving another string of pre plastered across her features and sending another bolt of lust to her core.
She's marking her territory, Taylor thought, and she had to dig her fingernails into her palms to maintain any semblance of composure at the realization.
"You wanna taste my cum, pet?" Sophia murmured, and Taylor had to gulp before she ended up drooling.
"Y-yes please." She whispered.
Another chuckle from Sophia. "We can wait a bit, you know. Head up to your room, maybe. But if you really can't wait…"
"I…please!" Taylor mewled desperately.
"Please?" Another smack, the sheer weight behind Sophia's dick enough to give the impact an appreciable amount of force. "You can't wait? You wanna gulp my load down right here in the front hallway?"
Beyond words, Taylor just nodded her head. As an afterthought, she opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue, hoping that she could entice Sophia to stop the endless teasing and just do it already.
The sight made the black girl shake her head, though she was clearly pleased. "Holy shit. I picked a good one with you, didn't I?"
Before Taylor could respond one way or another, Sophia grabbed her hair with both hands and slammed her hips forward, burying her imposing cock down Taylor's welcoming throat in a single motion.
Taylor's eyes shot wide open. The anticipation had been nothing compared to the intensity of actually having the other girl's cock stretching her throat out, but it was just another way to be claimed. Any discomfort she might have felt was utterly drowned out by a wave of excitement and pleasure, especially as Sophia's flavor was irreversibly imprinted on her palate.
"Nnf, that's it, choke for me you little slut~" Sophia groaned, drawing her hips back so that she could start to properly fuck Taylor's throat. "Keep swallowing, milk my dick like a good little pet, that's right…"
Taylor did as she asked, swallowing heavily around Sophia's length even as tears welled in her eyes from the strain. Drool spilled from her lips, running down her chin and leaving dark stains on her shirt as she haltingly pressed her hands together between her legs, unable to reach the desperate need at her core through her pants, and unwilling to pull away from Sophia for long enough to take them off.
Every time Sophia thrusted, those heavy balls that Taylor had gotten the privilege of worshiping ended up slamming into her chin, and Taylor's nose wound up squished against Sophia's abs. In the brief moments the black girl was hilted inside of her, Taylor could feel the iron-hard bands of muscle in Sophia's core flexing with each motion. Even more intoxicating, though, was how she could feel Sophia's heavy orbs twitching and churning, swollen with plenty of cum for her.
Those moments were all too short, until finally Sophia pressed Taylor's face into her pelvis and held her there. From such an intimate position, Taylor could feel every clench and tremor beneath Sophia's skin, and so even as inexperienced as she was there was no mistaking what was about to happen.
Sophia's cock flexed, her balls drawing taut against the base. Somehow it grew even harder, imprinting its shape on the inside of Taylor's throat.
And then finally, cum surged down the length of it, pouring right into Taylor's belly. There was so much of it, coming so fast that Taylor could feel a heavy liquid warmth growing in her stomach with each contraction of Sophia's nuts. She clutched her midsection, certain that she could feel the beginnings of a paunch growing as Sophia grunted and rocked her hips half an inch back forth.
The other girl drew back before she was done, letting her spit-shined length glisten in the open air as she left nothing but the head resting on Taylor's tongue. Now, Taylor could taste it, each thick rope of seed splattering across her taste buds before pooling in the back of her throat and forcing her to gulp it down or choke. "There ya go, pet, I'll let you get a good taste since you did so well~"
She was glad Sophia did. It tasted…incredible. Salty, creamy, utterly unique. Drunk on lust, Taylor kept the last of it on her tongue as Sophia tapered off, committing the flavor to memory before finally swallowing it with a bone-deep shiver.
Sophia glanced down at her and chuckled once more, poking between Taylor's legs with the tip of one shoe. "Eager for more, huh?"
Taylor glanced down and noticed for the first time how her arousal had soaked through her pants completely, leaving a dark stain at the crotch. Sophia pulled out of her mouth, waiting for a response. Taylor could only be honest. "I…" she had to pause and swallow, her voice hoarse after the punishment her throat had just taken. "…Y-yes." She rasped. "Please. Don't stop."
The time to pull away and return to sanity had passed her by a while ago, and Taylor hadn't even noticed. She couldn't go back to the way things were before. She couldn't go without this now that she'd had a taste. She'd stepped off the precipice…and now all that was left was to find out how far there was to fall.
Her answer seemed to please Sophia. "Good. First thing's first then, pet. Get those clothes off. Then, show me where your bed is." That thick cock twitched, already stirring again for the next round. "I think it's time to break you in properly."
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AN: I have three parts already written, and I'll be posted them spaced out a bit to give people a chance to comment on each part.
Also, please don't post just to say that you hate the pairing. I get it, it's an unusual one. Sophia's personality is that slight AU, so don't tar the one in this fic with the same brush as canon Sophia. She's still brash, forceful, cocky, and dominant. She's just not psychotic like in canon.
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Part Two:
Taylor led Sophia up to her room. The entire time she was so nervous she could hardly keep putting one foot in front of the other, jittery enough to have her whole body shaking. But… how could she stop now? With Sophia's jizz weighing down her belly, and her hand resting possessively on Taylor's hip?
Arousal and anticipation overpowered her reluctance. Taylor couldn't help herself, she kept glancing back as they walked up the stairs, catching a glimpse of Sophia's spit-slick cock, then glancing away like she had any modesty left to preserve.
The other girl let Taylor process things, the only sign of her mood a steadily growing grin every time Taylor looked back at her. Her hand slid down a bit, gave Taylor's ass a squeeze, and when the pale brunette jumped at the sensation Sophia just let out a chuckle.
The trip up to Taylor's room took fifteen seconds, max. But for her, it was all at once an agonizingly long wait, and not nearly enough time to prepare. She hesitated for a moment in front of her door, before deciding to push it open and get it over with.
"Well… here we are." Taylor glanced around, cringing a little at the state of her room. She wasn't a messy person, but she still wished that she'd had a chance to clean up a little first.
Sophia ignored the pile of dirty laundry in the hamper, or the rumpled covers that sat over Taylor's unmade bed. All the little issues that stood out to Taylor were summarily ignored by her as she just squeezed Taylor's ass again, and turned the other girl around to face her. "Strip for me. Lemme see what I'm working with."
She had that predatory, confident smirk on her face, one that Taylor was quickly becoming familiar with as the sight of it filled her belly with butterflies. She didn't want to expose her body, she'd always thought she was frumpy and average at best, but obeying Sophia's orders sent a tingle down her spine and they were long past the point of no return by now.
Taylor lifted her shirt up and away after taking a deep breath. Her old concerns that she had about her appearance, about her flat chest and boyish figure, all came back to her right then, and she turned her eyes away from Sophia as she finished unhooking her bra and sliding down her pants and underwear.
It was only after she'd finally kicked the last bit of clothing off into the corner that Taylor let herself look back up at Sophia.
The black girl's expression hadn't changed. She wore that same confident smirk as her eyes roved over Taylor's body, drinking in her naked appearance. "Lean," She murmured approvingly. "Got that runner's body. Turn around, lemme get a look at the ass I've been feeling up."
Taylor shivered. It was crude, but the sheer straightforwardness of Sophia's appraisal appealed more to her than flowery compliments. It was honest, and… well, Taylor was more than a little surprised that Sophia liked how she looked.
Lean, not 'androgynous', or 'boyish.' It was… nice, to be appreciated like that.
Taylor turned herself around, her blushing cheeks only getting redder as Sophia let out a low whistle. "Now there's the money shot."
Her hands were on Taylor's ass again with no warning, squeezing firmly as she pressed herself against the pale brunette. "Mmm…" Sophia purred into her ear. "Can't believe you hid this ass in sweat pants all year. And you've got some great legs, too. We'll see about showing them off more later."
Any response Taylor might have made was choked off by the fact that Sophia slid her hands around to her front and dipped two fingers between Taylor's legs to gather slick arousal from her pussy. She almost swallowed her tongue, and wasn't helped when Sophia shifted her hips and let her cock wedge itself against Taylor's ass.
"I'm gonna make you mine, girl~" Sophia breathed, and Taylor just about melted back against her. Two fingers pushed into her cunt, curling against her inner walls, then scissored outwards to check how far she could stretch.
Taylor couldn't help it, she moaned Sophia's name as her body clenched around the black girl's fingers. She hadn't cum, but it was a close thing, the burst of pleasure from such an intimate touch radiating through her. The pale brunette wasn't exactly a stranger to physical pleasure, but there was a world of difference between her private activities and what Sophia was doing to her right now. Even the barest touch was enhanced by the feeling of that thick cock pulsing against her ass, throbbing steadily with the beat of Sophia's heart.
It was going to be inside her soon. Not just her mouth, but in her cunt. Fuck, from the size of it maybe it would be all the way into her womb!
She was worried. For the millionth time, Taylor wondered if it would hurt. If this was a bad idea. Shit, it almost definitely was a bad idea. But Sophia… there was something primal about the way she'd interacted with her. The protectiveness, the lack of boundaries, the claims of ownership. It resonated with Taylor in a way that she would never have expected, made her heart pound and her breath catch in her chest.
This was a bad idea. But Taylor was willing to take the plunge.
She swallowed to clear her dry throat. "Y-yours…" She whispered, pressing back against Sophia's body.
The other girl paused for the briefest moment. Out of the corner of her eye, Taylor noticed one of Sophia's eyebrows lift a fraction of an inch, bemusement briefly visible on her face before morphing into hungry anticipation. One of her hands came up, the one not busy between Taylor's legs, and grabbed a fistful of the pale brunette's hair.
She tilted Taylor's head back to expose her throat, and put her lips to work against the sensitive flesh there. Hard, sucking kisses left the foundation of hickeys on Taylor's pale skin, but that was only the start. She was already shuddering in Sophia's arms, but when she felt teeth nipping against the side of her neck Taylor let out a genuine mewl of shock and pleasure.
The noise only spurred Sophia on, making her redouble her efforts as she very thoroughly left her mark on Taylor's body, biting and suckling hard enough to bruise while frissons of pleasure turned Taylor into little more than squealing goo, remaining upright only thanks to Sophia's support.
Her knees trembled, and her cunt oozed her arousal all over Sophia's pistoning knuckles. The waves of pleasure built on top of each other, and Taylor rolled her head back even further to cry out in bliss before the world abruptly tilted sideways.
She hit the bed before she'd even realized that she'd been falling, and had less than a second to mourn the loss of Sophia's body pressed against her before a firm hand slid beneath her body and flipped her onto her back.
Sophia pounced on her, grabbing Taylor's ankles and hoisting them up until she was nearly folded in half on the bed. Her coffee-shaded cock slapped down right onto Taylor's slit, making the pale brunette whimper in need as Sophia held off on the penetration. Instead, she looked down at Taylor, luxuriating in the sight of her desperation, the lust that was so thoroughly overwhelming her.
As for Taylor, she was so exposed like this, so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to stop Sophia, but why would she even try? She could just give up control, let someone else take over, just let Sophia have her way…
The moment stretched on. Sophia slid her cock back and forth along Taylor's entrance, further teasing her when she was already overwhelmed with her desires. "Ready to be mine?" She chuckled, and the thought of it had Taylor nodding her head without hesitation.
"P-please, Sophia, please!" She wanted to be more articulate, she wished she could express how much she needed this, how if Sophia kept teasing her she might just crack, but the only thing she could manage was that desperate begging.
Thankfully, it was enough. Sophia drew her hips back, shifted the angle slightly, and plunged into Taylor's cunt with her whole body weight behind the thrust.
It was like the sweetest gut-punch Taylor had ever felt. A shock of pain from the sudden stretch, yes, but it hurt so good, the pleasure of being filled overwriting the rest of it. She screamed without shame, throwing her head back and crying out at the top of her lungs as the sensation ran wild through her body.
Sophia pressed her lips down over Taylor's in a furiously passionate kiss, muffling the cry as she pushed her tongue into Taylor's mouth. Her hips started pounding, a harsh and steady rhythm as she molded Taylor's inner walls to the shape of her cock, all while keeping her legs pinned to the bed beside the pale brunette's ears.
She was reaching so deep inside of Taylor, hammering into her cervix with length still left to give, and the feeling of being broken and reshaped was quite literally without comparison. Taylor welcomed it, did her best to relax and allow Sophia to remold her body into the perfect sleeve for her dick, desiring nothing in that moment but to be a better partner-pet-plaything for her dominant lover.
Sophia wasn't quite satisfied, though, not yet. Not with length still left to give. Taylor's cervix proved slightly more stubborn than her chastity had been, but not by much. A barrier that shouldn't have opened was forced to open, Sophia hammering her hips forward with bruising levels of force.
At the apex of it, she threw all of her weight into a thrust that ran deep shudders up Taylor's spine, the pale brunette quaking beneath Sophia's body as that thick cock applied too much pressure to be resisted.
It felt like electricity in the pit of her belly. Blindingly intense, and with an edge to it that was just barely on this side of too much pain mixed with the bliss. Taylor's cervix slowly parted, the tight ring opened by force as Sophia refused to let any part of Taylor's body deny her.
For an agonizing moment it happened so slowly, but then in a rush it was all over. Sophia's dick plunged the rest of the way through the obstacle and into Taylor's womb, claiming the deepest parts of her body as thoroughly as the rest.
"Fuck!" Sophia hissed, pulling back from Taylor's lips. "Fuck, you're tight! God, I should have done this sooner!"
Taylor's jaw worked uselessly for a second before she could stammer out her response. "A-and…y-y-you-" Her breath hitched and interrupted her before she could finish, Sophia twitching inside of her and turning her thoughts into static. "Thick…!" Taylor finally managed to groan, something akin to a pleasurable cramp running through her midriff and making her whole body twinge and clench around Sophia's shaft.
She could feel it so deep inside, it was inescapable. Every movement of her body down to individual breaths made it shift within her, and every shift in her womb made her feel like sparks were leaping their way up her spine.
And that was when Sophia was holding stil, which she didn't do for long. After all, the dark-skinned girl had gone through all this trouble to finally hilt herself inside of her newly acquired plaything. Once she'd broken in her toy, it was time to enjoy her to the fullest extent.
Taylor cried out when Sophia slid out, so loudly that she might have been concerned that the neighbors would hear. That was, if any long-term worries hadn't just been wiped from her brain by the feeling of her dominant lover dragging her length backwards over each nerve-laden inch of Taylor's cunt.
Her shapely legs were still pinned back up over her shoulders, and that vulnerability she'd felt before made itself known once again. There was nothing stopping Sophia from hammering into her at full force, and she did exactly that. Taylor's body had tried to tighten up and close itself off again in Sophia's brief absence, and the sensation of being split open so thoroughly for the second time made her scream.
There was no luxuriating and indulging in the feeling of being in the depth of Taylor's womb now. Sophia's teeth were bared in a snarl as she set a ferocious pace, her hips hitting Taylor's ass with enough force to make the skin blush red.
Taylor fell apart beneath her. The sounds she was making had no meaning, the noise something between a moan and a sob. It was unreal, a height of sensation that she'd never even dreamed of, and everything welled up into the harshest and most thorough climax of her life after only moments.
But Sophia didn't slow down. Hell, she'd barely seemed to notice. And so Taylor didn't get a chance to enjoy the afterglow before her partner started dragging her back to an orgasmic peak.
The second time Taylor came, her whole body tensed up so tightly that it forced Sophia to stutter in her rhythm, the grip around her length just too tight to keep going for the span of a second. She let go of one of Taylor's legs, freeing a hand to swing down and slap against her ass, leaving a red handprint to go with the impact marks of her hips. The shock of it made Taylor spasm and choke out a whimper, but before she'd even realized what had happened the feeling of getting spanked like that had chained her into her third orgasm immediately after the second.
Sophia pounded her through this one, and kept her pace up until Taylor reached her fourth. The brunette's juices were smeared between their bodies, hanging in strings whenever Sophia pulled back. Her sheets were probably ruined, the wet patch reaching to Sophia's knees.
By the time Taylor hit her fifth, her muscles weren't working right. She couldn't keep her mouth closed, or her eyes focused. At some point her hands had gone numb, thought from the faint sound of stitches popping they were probably holding her sheets in a deathgrip.
When the sixth came and went, Taylor seriously wondered if this was how she would die. Pinned and fucked to death by Sophia Hess. She…couldn't bring herself to be too upset.
Her seventh and eighth orgasms bled together in a uniform smear of sensation. Taylor lost track of time at some point. It was hard to tell how long she'd been getting fucked. Her body cramped and sang in equal measure, but Sophia was still rutting like a beast between her legs. Taylor wondered if she'd ever stop. She started to believe that Sophia had chosen her to do this with forever, that they'd spend the rest of their lives like this.
Eventually, though, even Sophia's endurance reached a limit. Her breath started to hitch on each thrust, and Taylor's pleasure was heightened even further when she felt Sophia's cock start to throb and somehow get even harder inside of her.
Wildly, Taylor wondered if Sophia was about to cum inside. Her thoughts swirled water running down a drain. Would I let her if she asked? Would I care if she went and did it anyway? Taylor had no answers to the questions she posed herself.
But then, Sophia pulled herself back, all the way back. Her swollen cock left Taylor's cunt with an audible pop, as she pulled Taylor's legs back down and squeezed her thighs together.
One, two thrusts between them was all it took to finish her off, and she erupted. It was unbelievable how much cum there was, thick ropes of it slinging forward and down to land with heavy splats across Taylor's chest and belly.
The slender girl gasped for air, shuddering as Sophia's cum decorated her from chin to navel. When it finally tapered off, the two of them stayed in their positions as they caught their breath.
Sophia recovered first by a long shot, barely taking a few seconds to breath before letting out a satisfied sigh and standing up. "Damn, I was real tempted to stop giving a shit about the consequences there at the end."
Taylor still lay there, twitching on occasion. At the thought of it, a tiny whimper crossed her lips. She still couldn't answer the questions she'd asked herself.
As she lay there, Sophia paced around her room. Taylor heard drawers opening, her closet hinges creaking, but couldn't so much as turn her head to look. Every ounce of strength had left her, it was all she could do to languidly blink as she stared at the ceiling.
Holy shit. She thought to herself, and that was the sum of every thought she could muster about what had just happened. Holy shit…
"What the fuck is this?" Sophia asked, and with great effort Taylor managed to tilt her head to the side and see what she was talking about.
Sophia was holding a bundle of her clothes from the closet. Baggy pants and hoodies, basically all she wore these days. Sophia's expression looked like she was being forced to carry something radioactive. "Clothes." Taylor mumbled.
"No."
Taylor blinked. "N-no…?"
Sophia dropped the bundle on the floor. "You're not wearing these. Not while I've got anything to say about it. If this is gonna be a thing, I'm gonna need some effort from you. The moment your legs work again, I'm taking you shopping. My treat. We'll get something…better suited for you."
Her eyes had a glint in them. Sizing her up. Like a dragon examining its hoard.
Mine.
Sophia's words from earlier echoed in Taylor's head. Just like before, they made a confusing warmth pool in her belly. She gulped. "Okay, s-sure."
Sophia smirked. "Good girl."
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AN: I have one more chapter already written that I'll be posting later on. After that the rate of updates will, unfortunately, slow down.
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On the house.
Chapter 3:
There was something intensely thrilling about being out in public with Sophia after what had just happened. She would have liked to take a long shower, but Sophia wanted to get to the mall before it closed and insisted on having this shopping trip today. Instead, Taylor dug a pack of wet wipes out a cabinet and cleaned herself off to the best of her ability, Sophia doing the same.
Watching her lover (is that the right word for what the two of them had) cleaning Taylor's juices off of her dick was distracting to say the least, and it took a raised eyebrow from Sophia for Taylor to realize that she'd been staring.
Even after she was more or less clean, the memory of it remained. Being painted. There had been just… so much. Sparks of arousal kept swirling in her belly, even long after the two of them were dressed and on their way.
Sophia insisted Taylor sit on her lap on the bus once again. She didn't pop a boner this time, and just wrapped her arms around Taylor's midriff. Despite the fact that Taylor was tall for her age, being held like this made her feel small. Oddly, it also made her feel secure. Little and snug in Sophia's arms.
But there was a problem. One that she eventually managed to find her voice about. "I really appreciate the thought, Sophia, but I- uh, I can't afford to go clothes shopping. I don't have much money."
It felt awkward saying it, even though Sophia could probably guess. She'd seen Taylor's house, after all, and it's not exactly like her home screamed 'disposable income.' Quite the opposite, to be honest.
She couldn't see Sophia when she was sitting like this, but she heard the snort. "Yeah. I'd figured. Relax, it's on me."
That made Taylor stiffen up a bit. "W-wait, but won't that be expensive?"
"Psh. I can cover it, no problem. Besides…" She squeezes her arms around Taylor. "You'll pay me back plenty when I get to see you wearing them~"
Taylor squirmed a little bit, her stomach doing flips at the purr in Sophia's voice. "O-okay. But, uh, you're not going to make me wear anything trashy, right?"
"Mmm…" Sophia hummed for a moment. "No. Not trashy. Flattering. Gonna get you clothes that actually show off your looks."
Taylor ducked her head. The bus was mostly empty, but she was still worried someone would see her reddened cheeks. "But I'm really not all that-"
Sophia reached up and put a finger over her lips, interrupting her self-deprecation. "Zip it. It's annoying. I've told you why you look good. Keep talking back to me like that, and I'll start wondering if there's a reason you don't want me to think you're hot."
"No! Nonono! It's not that!" Taylor protested. "I just don't… I mean, like-"
"Stop it." Sophia interrupted her again. "You've got some self-esteem junk going on, and I can get that. It sucks, but I get it. I just don't like repeating myself. You're hot, end of story. If you hadn't impressed me already, I'd go fuck someone else. Alright?"
"...Alright." Taylor slumped back against her.
"Good." Sophia gave her another squeeze. "Now don't let me ever hear you saying that shit again. Christ, is that why all your clothes look like they came out of a fucking monestary?"
Was it? Taylor didn't like the idea of showing off her body, and so leaned towards her chosen style of baggy outfits and hoodies. "I guess?" She shrugged.
"Well, gonna fix that." Even though she couldn't see Sophia's face, Taylor could imagine the eye roll that accompanied her sentence. "You'll see what I mean once I get you set up."
Much like the eye roll, Taylor could practically see the grin Sophia was most definitely sporting now. "So, pet?" She purred. "How do yoga pants sound?"
—-
"Hot damn." Sophia murmured, arms crossed as she looked at Taylor in the dressing room.
Once they'd arrived, she'd wasted no time in dragging Taylor over to a shop that sold athletic clothing and picking a few items off the shelves. The threatened yoga pants were only the start of it. She'd also been given a form-fitting tank top, one that didn't quite reach down to cover her navel.
Wearing her new clothes, Taylor blushed at Sophia's praise and looked at herself in the dressing room's mirror. It was… honestly incredible the transformation that just a change of clothes brought. But still, Taylor ended up frowning as she poked at her soft belly, a layer of pudge that she'd previously kept concealed under her loose hoodies. "R-really?"
Sophia reached out and pulled her shoulders back, straightening Taylor's posture by hand. "Don't hunch, pet. There you go." One hand took Taylor's chin, tilting her gaze back to the mirror.
Standing up straight like this completed the look. That little bit of unsightly belly fat blended in with the rest of her midriff, an unremarkable and smooth expanse of pale skin. She still didn't have any chest to speak of, but the outfit was feminine enough to compensate for that, showing off her legs and ass instead with the aid of the skin tight fabric.
It was the most daring thing she'd ever worn, and the idea of going out in public wearing it made her want to scream and curl up into a ball. But Sophia's hands were still on her body, and in the mirror Taylor could see approval and satisfaction in her lover's eyes.
Taylor swallowed. If it meant more approving looks and possessive touches, then she could wear this.
"You look sexy." Sophia purred. "And I want you to say it."
She had to clear her throat. "I…l-look sexy."
"Say it again." Sophia's voice had slipped into that firm, no-nonsense tone again; the kind she'd used when she'd ordered Taylor to strip or to plant worshipful kisses along her nuts. Disobedience never crossed Taylor's mind, and neither did hesitation.
"I look sexy!"
Sophia's hands crept down, feeling Taylor's body. One slipped under the tank top while the other squeezed her ass, feeling her up without a hint of shame. "Damn right you do. Oh, and don't worry about the cost of the outfits."
Her teeth nipped Taylor's ear as she leaned in close. "I'll be getting my money's worth out of them."
Taylor shivered, leaning into Sophia. The black girl didn't push things further, though, just sliding around to Taylor's side and draping her arm across her shoulders. "Now, let's get that paid for. Then I've got some shopping of my own to do."
Out of the corner of her eye, Taylor noticed that Sophia's expression had shifted into a scowl. "Wait, what's wrong?"
"Nothing you've done, pet." Sophia reassured her. "Just…ugh. I've got a fucking thing to go to. Some goddamn stuffy party thing, I got invited there by- well, it's a work thing."
"Oh." Taylor blinked. "I didn't know you had a job. Where do you work?"
Sophia waved her hand. "Some big building downtown. Dipshits with more money than sense. I kinda hate it, but the hours are flexible and the pay is great." The hand around Taylor's shoulder slide down to her hips, giving her a squeeze. "It's how I could afford this, after all. Anyway, let's get this over with."
—-
Sophia had led Taylor to another store, this one far more fancy. It was some kind of boutique, the sort of place that high school students only ever went to when they were picking out prom clothes.
Her lover had sat Taylor down outside the dressing room, rather than inviting her in. "The fact that they got me a fucking dress is bad enough, like hell am I gonna be actually seen in it more than the bare goddamn minimum."
So Taylor sat outside, hands on her knees, awkwardly listening to Sophia's grumbles and curses from behind the door.
After a few minutes, she heard a long sigh. "Fuck it. Tay, get in here. I need help with the zipper."
"Oh, okay." Taylor stood and stepped inside-
The dress was pure white and clung to Sophia's form as she faced away from the door. There weren't any patterns or decorations on the cloth, but Taylor wouldn't have noticed even if there had been, too occupied with how the low back exposed long swathes of chocolate-colored skin. The zipper to finish closing it up was undone, leaving it a little looser than it might have otherwise been, but that didn't detract from the overall view at all.
"Um. Um…" Taylor stammered as her eyes drifted lower. The designers of the dress had clearly not anticipated its use by someone with Sophia's unique anatomy. The skirt of the dress was tight, designed to cling to the wearer's legs with a slit up the side to allow mobility, but with Sophia it also had the effect of hiding absolutely nothing. From her position behind her lover, Taylor could clearly see her fat balls highlighted by the fabric as they hung between Sophia's thighs, and if Sophia turned around Taylor would also have been able to clearly see her cock.
"I got them to change out the shitty stuffy one my bosses picked out for this. It's still a fucking dress, but at least I make it look good." Sophia groused, not realizing that Taylor was paralyzed by the view. After a couple of seconds she picked up on it, though, and looked over her shoulder with a smirk. "Oh yeah. Definitely a good idea to swap it out. Come on, pet, zipper. I know you like what you see, but the sooner we finish the sooner we can have some more fun."
Once again, Sophia had Taylor trembling with nothing more than a look and a grin. The pale brunette stepped forward and clenched her fists, forcing her hands to steady as she reached down and tugged the zipper the rest of the way up.
With that handled, she gulped. "Sophia, can I… c-can I t-touch…?" With her hands on the zipper, they were only inches away from Sophia's nuts. God, she remembered how delicious they were when she'd gone to her knees in front of Sophia for the first time…
"No." Sophia denied her. "Not in this new dress. If I show up with a different outfit and it's got stains on it, my bosses will kill me. Hmm." She turned to looked at herself in the dressing room mirror, her smirk remaining on her face as she noticed her highlighted cock and balls that had gotten Taylor so flustered. "Yeah, I'll need to wear compression shorts at the actual party. But this looks damn good. Help me out of it, pet. Then I might let you touch 'em."
Taylor tugged the zipper back down with more force than was probably necessary, then took a step back to watch drink in the sight of Sophia shrugging her way out of the dress.
It hadn't hidden anything, so Taylor already knew that she was naked beneath it. But knowing it and seeing Sophia's body in all its glory once more were two completely different things, and Taylor's heart was hammering in her chest as Sophia put the dress back up.
When she turned to face her, Taylor lowered herself to her knees. Sophia didn't give her the order, but it simply felt like- well, like it was the right thing to do. The proper thing, that followed naturally along the path they were treading.
The fact that it put her at eye level with Sophia's cock had much to do with that instinct, Taylor figured.
Sophia stepped forward, her features impassive. "I like how quick you are to drop to your knees for me, pet, but I haven't even told you whether or not you've earned a taste of my cock yet today. You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you? Starting to get comfortable, maybe even feeling a little cocky?"
Taylor's eyes widened. "No! No, that's not what-!"
Sophia twisted her hips and slapped Taylor with her cock. The heft of it was enough to actually rock Taylor to the side, knocking her glasses askew.
The pale brunette's hand reached up to feel the red mark Sophia's cock had left on her cheek. It wasn't very vivid, but the fact that it was visible at all was proof that Sophia wasn't going to pull any punches no matter how she decided to discipline her plaything.
A whimper escaped Taylor's lips. She was already going to soak through the new yoga pants she was wearing, she could tell. Thankfully, Sophia had the foresight to order dark colors only.
"First you get cocky, then you talk back." Sophia shook her head, tutting. "Maybe you've forgotten your place already? I thought you'd still have the smell of my cock in your nose from the last time I marked you up like this, but I guess I've gotta make it stain your senses before the message gets through!"
She swung her cock into Taylor's other cheek, knocking the brunette's glasses completely off of her face this time. Panting, Taylor quickly straightened back up, her lips parting as Sophia cockslapped her again right afterwords, over and over, back and forth.
It was incredible. Every strike had Taylor turning her head slightly to receive it better, letting Sophia's thick and heavy shaft slam into her cheek, leaving the smell of her musk pressed into Taylor's skin. And that was before the rough treatment got Sophia aroused enough for pre to start oozing from her cockslit, strings of it slinging themselves out to stick to Taylor's face with every blow.
It wasn't the first time Sophia had marked her with her cock like this, but when she'd done it in Taylor's house it had been a quick one-two strike. Not this…drawn out, thorough degradation.
Sophia worked her way back and forth across Taylor's features, ensuring no patch of pale skin was spared. She'd pause for a moment to thrust, grinding her cock against the center of Taylor's face where her cockslaps couldn't easily reach, just to make sure her scent was inescapable.
Taylor lost herself in a fog of musk. This wasn't anything like the romantic stereotype of 'knowing your lovers scent'. This was primal, crude, nearly feral in its simplicity. It was like she was simply drowning in a cloud of sex, and sweat, and the unmistakable scent of Sophia's dick as it smothered her.
She wanted to slide a hand down her yoga pants to touch herself, but didn't dare. Not when she'd just been chastised for acting out of turn. But if this was punishment, then maybe acting out wouldn't be so bad…?
Finally, Sophia took two fistfuls of Taylor's long hair and hauled her face-first into the black girl's undercarriage. "You liked the look of my nuts in that dress? Then polish 'em, bitch. Polish 'em until they shine."
Taylor eagerly leapt to her assigned task, happy to indulge in her desires. Sophia's grip on her hair was completely unnecessary, but the feeling of being handled so casually brought the entire experience to new heights.
She opened her mouth, letting her tongue slide free to taste Sophia's body, starting by giving her balls a sloppy kiss. She was drooling already, but found it hard to care about decorum when she could be focusing more effort on worshiping her lover's testes.
From that beginning, it felt only natural to stretch her mouth wider and start to suckle on the delicious chocolate-colored flesh that was within reach. Sophia's nuts were fat enough that trying to draw them both into her mouth was too intimidating to leap to without any build up, but Taylor could wrap her lips around them one at a time more easily.
She gently sucked on the first, running her tongue across it as her eyes lost focus. It was so easy to just tune the world out like this, letting the dressing room fall into the background while Taylor simply lashed her tongue back and forth against Sophia's balls.
The tip of her tongue curled inwards, pressing into the hefty orb that Taylor was lavishing her attentions on. She could feel it churning, and maybe it was just Sophia's heartbeat but Taylor found it all too easy to imagine that the sensation was Sophia's nuts quite literally brewing up a thick load of cum just for her.
"Good little slut." Sophia whispered. Her cock was throbbing above Taylor's face, twitching with arousal. As her tongue traced along the swell of Sophia's nuts, the brunette watched a drop of precum slowly ooze down her lover's shaft.
It pooled in the crease between Sophia's nuts, and Taylor wasted no time before swiping it up with her tongue, barely suppressing a moan at the salty burst of delicious flavor.
She was acting like a slut, she realized. But only for Sophia. Her powerful, dominant lover was the only person who made her feel like this…who could provoke this sort of reaction from her! It was hard to believe that just two weeks ago Taylor's life had been about as sexless as possible for a teenaged girl in this day and age. She hadn't been filled with secret longings, shameful habits, or lurid fantasies!
But now…now she was licking Sophia's precum off of her fat, heavy balls in a mall dressing room. She was oozing her own juices down her thighs as Sophia's musk bathed her senses. She…she'd just tossed caution to the wind and thrown herself at Sophia's mercy, eagerly letting herself spiral out of control, and-
Another bead of precum reached her tongue, and Taylor shivered. And I have no regrets. She thought. Not a single one.
Every inch of Sophia's balls had been lovingly bathed by her tongue at this point, shiny and slick with Taylor's saliva. Even so, she wanted to keep going, and Sophia didn't order her otherwise.
…Her own needs were going unattended, though. Kneeling as she was, Taylor couldn't even grind her thighs together to seek some tiny measure of relief that way, and felt… apprehensive about touching herself. Like she needed to ask permission first.
This was technically a punishment, right? Learning her…place? Or maybe Sophia had just wanted an excuse, it was hard to tell. Either way, the fantasy was thrilling enough that Taylor didn't want to push at the boundaries by pleasuring herself without permission.
But maybe it would make Sophia decide on giving me another punishment? She thought, and shivered. Intentionally seeking punishment from her lover felt like a whole new level of escalation, one that she wasn't sure she was comfortable with.
…Not now, anyway. She'd shelve the thought for later.
Sophia seemed to notice her pet's internal struggle, the way Taylor's hands were hovering between her legs without actually making contact. She sighed, theatrically shaking her head. "You just can't help yourself, can you? My body turns you on that much? Well…you've done a good job so far, pet. Slide a finger inside, show me how wet you are."
Taylor settled on a pattern of lapping up each new drop of precum as it reached Sophia's balls, and it had ramped up her own arousal even higher. When she gently pushed her index finger into her own slit, the friction of even that comparatively tiny insertion made her whole body quake. And when she pulled it back out, a strand of her nectar clung to the tip and stretched for almost a foot before snapping.
Shakily, Taylor held it up for Sophia to see. Her lover chuckled. "Aww, all that from me? I'm flattered. Alright, go ahead and fuck yourself. It'll be fun to watch."
Taylor needed no further encouragement, quickly darting her hands back down between her legs and getting to work.
She wasn't a stranger to self-pleasure, even if she never really thought of herself as having the most active sex drive among her peers before meeting Sophia, so it was with relative ease that she managed to curl two fingers inside of her cunt and begin steadily pumping them back and forth across a sensitive little patch of her inner walls.
Even in her most vivid fantasies, though, Taylor hadn't been nearly this aroused. Sophia's precum was oozing down in a steady little rivulet now, and her tongue was working constantly to keep lapping it up from the crease between her nuts. And on top of that, Sophia's fists were still balled up in her hair, and the little tugs she gave from time to time to keep Taylor pressed into her undercarriage were much more thrilling than they were actually painful.
Taylor quivered. She was already so close to her climax, even after just starting! The knot of arousal that had been building in her belly ever since they'd arrived was poised to crescendo, w-with just a little more-!
Sophia suddenly pulled herself back, lined herself up, and slammed her cock down Taylor's throat with no warning. She hammered herself between Taylor's lips a few times, then pulled the brunette in tight as she started to cum down Taylor's throat.
For her part, Taylor's eyes rolled back in her head as Sophia abruptly facefucked her. Her inner walls clamped down tight around her fingers as her lover sent her over the edge with the casual display of dominance.
They rode out their orgasms together, muffled gurgles from Taylor and a short grunt between clenched teeth from Sophia, before they finally relaxed in unison.
Sophia pulled back, sighing in satisfaction. "Damn good job. Got me so worked up with that tongue of yours that I almost popped before I even wrapped your throat around my dick."
Taylor had to swallow to clear the last traces of cum from her throat. Her belly felt heavy and warm, courtesy of the load that she'd encouraged Sophia's balls to brew up just for her. After so long with her nose buried in Sophia's nuts, fresh air smelled…well, almost disappointing. "I'm glad you liked it." She mumbled. "I did too."
Sophia lifted an eyebrow. "So you enjoyed polishing my nuts?" Her grin turned wolfish, and Taylor gulped.
"Well, y-you have a nice…uh…taste?" She cringed as she said it, but how the hell else was she supposed to describe it!?
Sophia's smile only deepened. "Oh, don't worry. You'll get plenty more chances to enjoy it. For starters…" She gestured to her glistening cock, covered with a layer of her own cum and Taylor's saliva. "Clean me off. Then we can head out."
"Y-yes ma'am!"
As Taylor got to work, Sophia started stroking her hair. "Hmm…one last thing."
"Mm?"
Sophia gave Taylor a thoughtful look. "What's your mom's view on sleepovers?"
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AN: And thus we reach the end of the pre-written chapters. Updates will slow down from now on, but they will continue.
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Chapter 4:
They'd split up, for now. Sophia had apparently been sated enough after her third orgasm of the day, though Taylor had still ridden in her lap on the bus trip back. She'd walked Taylor back to her house, then given her one last kiss and promised to return in an hour or two. "Just need to pick some stuff up," she'd said.
By the time Sophia had gotten her home, the sun was almost down. Despite that, Sophia didn't seem worried in the slightest about traveling around the Docks after dark. Hell, Taylor bet that she would probably enjoy the chance to beat up a mugger if one stumbled across her.
Taylor stayed standing on her house's porch even after Sophia had said goodbye and walked out of sight, hugging herself and smiling like an idiot. She was just…almost overwhelmed by how incredible today had been, even taking into account the attempted assault by those skinhead goons. And it wasn't even over yet! Though…
Her mom's car was in the driveway, meaning she must have made it home while Taylor was still out. Telling her what was actually going on was absolutely not an option, which meant that Taylor needed to come up with an excuse for why Sophia was going to be coming over and spending the night. She had a vague plan, but… well, she still needed to convince her mom.
Things between them weren't tense exactly, but they weren't great either. Ever since her dad had died, her mom had pulled double duty as an english professor and a volunteer at the Dockworkers Association. She was doing it to honor Danny's memory, and it was important work that genuinely helped the impoverished dockworkers, but it left her so busy that she and Taylor barely had time to talk anymore.
And now Taylor had to convince her to let Sophia spend the night without giving away the fact that she had almost a gallon of her spunk still sloshing in her belly.
Well, here's goes nothing, Taylor grimaced, then unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Annette was in the kitchen, cooking something. Taylor winced. Usually, she was the one who took over kitchen duties since her mom was always exhausted by the time she got home. She'd been so occupied with her new lover today that it had entirely slipped her mind. "Hey mom, I'm home."
Annette turned and gave her a quick smile. "Hey little owl. Where've you-" She blinked in surprise. "Where'd you get those clothes? I thought you said you didn't hang out with Emma much anymore?"
Right. Taylor did her best to keep her voice level as she started giving her cover story. "Yeah, sorry, today was crazy. And it's a long, long story."
Taylor's plan was to basically tell her mom a heavily censored version of the actual day's events. She mentioned that Sophia had gotten rid of some guys that had been harassing her, without mentioning how bad the situation had actually been or how exactly Sophia had resolved it. She mentioned that Sophia was someone she'd seen around school and shared classes with without sharing the details of the lengthy teasing campaign. And of course, the trip to the mall was purely out of an altruistic desire to improve her fashion sense, with the desire to put her body on display conveniently left to the wayside.
"So anyway, on the bus back we figured out that we both picked the same topic for a project in Mr. Gladly's class, and Sophia's coming over later so we can work on it together."
And then they would 'lose track of time' while 'working on the project' and Sophia would 'accidentally' end up spending the night. Simple, easy, and Annette wouldn't think twice about it.
Annette's eyebrows had half-raised over the course of Taylor's story, and she let out a short chuckle at the end. "That's wonderful, Taylor! I'm glad that you're putting yourself back out there. I know it must have been hard drifting apart with Emma, but that's just how life is. Friends lose touch, but then new ones come along just as quickly."
Anything else she was going to say was interrupted by an alarm going off, and Annette stifled a yawn as she turned back to the stove. "Ah, anyway, I'm making lasagna. There's going to be plenty for her if she wants it, I planned for leftovers."
Taylor nodded, happy that her mother was accepting her story, and stepped forward. "Sounds perfect. Let me help, what else needs to get done?"
Annette smiled faintly and made room for Taylor, and the two of them got to work together. It was…nice, cooking with her mom again.
Really, today just kept getting better.
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The lasagna was cooling on the stove when there was a knock at the door. Taylor's heart leapt up into her throat, and she jumped to answer it. "I've got it!"
Sophia grinned at her when Taylor opened the door, one hand holding the strap of a backpack that she'd slung over a shoulder. Before the dark-skinned girl could say or do anything, Taylor quickly gave her a chaste hug. "Hey, glad you could make it! Ready for the study session?"
Play along, play along, play along…!
Sophia, thankfully, went with Taylor's cover story without issue. "Yeah, got all the stuff we'll need right here." She stepped inside and took in the kitchen and living room at a glance. "Didn't realize I'd be interrupting dinner, though."
Annette had just finished setting out plates and cutlery, and waved at the new arrival. "Hello there. You're Sophia?"
For a moment, Sophia's eyes just barely narrowed as her gaze roved over Annette's figure, but it happened so fast that Taylor wondered if she'd been imagining things. "Yep. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hebert. You've got a hell of a daughter."
Annette laughed. "So I keep saying! And I need to thank you for helping her out, she told me how you scared off those boys who were harassing her. Even with her pepper spray, I worry sometimes."
"Nothing's gonna happen to her while I'm around," Sophia promised, and Taylor had to duck her head to hide how deeply that made her blush.
The three of them started serving food, Annette and Sophia continuing their conversation. "I'm glad she's got somebody looking out for her. I'm not saying she can't take care of herself, but this isn't exactly a safe city to be alone in."
"Yeah, it can get rough out there." Sophia shrugged. "Even the biggest badasses have to pick their battles sometimes." She blinked. "Ah, da- darn. I'd planned on watching my language around you, Mrs. Hebert."
Annette snorts. "Please. I spend half my day around college students, and the other half around dockworkers. I've heard worse."
Taylor frowned at her mother. "But…you literally washed my mouth out with soap last year for swearing!"
"That's because I'm your mother, and I didn't raise you to act like a barbarian." Annette chuckled. "Most of the time, any other word will do a better job."
Sophia lifted an eyebrow. "Most of the time?"
Annette nodded. "Careful usage of refined language is important." Then she grinned. "And it makes it much more impactful when I need to tell some extortionist to go fuck themselves during a negotiation."
Sophia cackled, and Taylor had to suppress a snort to keep herself from spitting lasagna all over the table.
From there, the conversation turned to Annette telling stories of her time with the Dockworkers Association. It had been way too long since Taylor had gotten a chance to just sit down and talk with her like this, and most of the stories her mom ended up telling were completely unfamiliar.
Alexander, one of the dockworkers she'd actually met, had been the first one to try and take over her father's duties after he'd passed away. However, he'd floundered in the role and eventually Annette had volunteered to take over pro-bono. This was news to Taylor, who'd thought that her mom had simply slid right into place at the Dockworkers Union.
As Annette explained it, they had more people needing work than they had actual jobs to do. The problem was that most of those workers were physical laborers. They were short on administrators, which is why Danny had taken such long hours when he'd held the job: There was just nobody else who could do the work. With his loss, the union had lost a respected liaison with the general workforce, as well as someone who could handle all of the paperwork that the job required and who could manage negotiations. The ideal solution would have been promoting someone in-house, and Alexander had tried, but there simply wasn't anyone cut out for the job until Annette had joined up.
Of course, discussing Annette's actual job ended up with her complaining about all of the other groups that seemed dead set on making their lives difficult.
"If it's not the middle-management and insurance people trying to screw us over, it's the Nazis and the ABB." Annette sighed. "Everybody knows the police don't bother going down to the docks that often, and despite us having actual line of sight to the Rig, the PRT are too busy doing their showy patrols along the boardwalk to scare off racketeers looking for protection money."
Racketeers? Like protection money stuff? This was the first Taylor had heard of it. Had she really gotten so disconnected from her mom that she'd somehow missed this?
"It's all about PR with the Protectorate." Sophia grunted. "They don't do a damn thing if it won't look good in the papers. Most annoying bullshit I've seen in my life."
"How do you deal with them?" Taylor asked, feeling a bit worried. "If the police won't help, then you guys must have found a way to take care of yourselves. You're not just paying, right?" Her mom didn't like violence, but she'd had a strong sense of justice for as long as Taylor could remember. There was no way she was just letting this happen.
Annette raised a finger. "That's the thing. For a while, we didn't have a choice. Any of the workers who didn't own a car and had to walk from the nearest bus stop would get roughed up if they didn't pay. Thankfully, I do own a car, but I wasn't about to let it keep happening once I learned what was going on."
She paused to eat a bit more of her food. "Mm. Anyway, I solved it in a couple of steps. I managed to negotiate with the city's transit administration to get bus passes for our workers, then got the union leadership to adjust the shift schedules. Everyone who needed a bus could all take the same bus, and arrive at the same time."
Annette smiled. "I went with the first shift to make sure it would work. And let me tell you, the thugs that would shake down two or three dockworkers at a time changed their tune very quickly when a couple dozen blue-collar laborers came marching around the corner."
Taylor could imagine. A few of the dockworkers were old family friends. Kurt and Lacey were the two she knew the best, and they both had dense and sturdy builds from their work at the docks.
Sophia grinned. "Nice. Show those scum who's boss."
Taylor frowned, still thinking the situation over. "If they're part of the gangs, what happens if they come back with a cape?"
At that, Annette's expression sours, and she lets out a sigh. "Well, they haven't yet. But if they do, I suppose we'll just be forced to pay them. I'd count on any of the dockworkers in a brawl, but I won't try and push them to risk their lives over pride."
After that, the conversation died down, and they all focused more on their dinner. While they were eating, though, Taylor noticed a thoughtful expression on Sophia's face. Whatever her lover was thinking about, though, she didn't share.
Taylor decided to put it out of her mind. If it was important, Sophia would tell her.
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Annette was visibly exhausted by the time dinner was all cleaned up, the burst of energy that had sustained her through meeting her daughter's new 'friend' long since tapped out. The moment everything was safely put away, she retired to her bedroom after getting Taylor to promise she and Sophia would clean up after themselves when they were done with their 'project'.
The two girls were left alone in the living room, listening to creaking floorboards as Annette ascended the stairs, then the click of her bedroom door closing.
Sophia let out a low whistle. "God damn Taylor, your mom's a badass."
"Yeah, she really is." Taylor murmured. "She's been busy all the time, we haven't sat down and talked like that in a while…I had no idea she was dealing with stuff like that." She sighed. "Do you think what mom did worked? Like, do you think the gangs will leave the dockworkers alone now?"
Sophia waggled her hand. "Eh. Maybe? Probably not, though. Scum like that will go after any weak link they can find, and there's enough morons with guns on the streets that they probably wouldn't even need to bring in capes."
Taylor's stomach dropped. "But…th-then what do we do? There has to be something, right?" Half-formed ideas started whirling in her head, ranging from the practical to the insane, but her train of thought abruptly derailed when Sophia took her chin in her hand.
"You don't need to worry about that, alright? I take care of what's mine, and I…know somebody. They'll keep an eye on the port. It'll be fine."
Taylor shivered. The budding knot of stress that had been building in her chest simply unraveled at the absolute confidence in Sophia's voice. She wanted to ask more questions, but knew better than to pry at her lover's intentionally vague wording. If Sophia had wanted to tell her more, she would have.
"Promise?" Taylor whispered, wide-eyed and pleading.
"Of course I promise. What do you take me for? So quit worrying about that…" Sophia leaned forward and pulled Taylor into an embrace, cupping her ass and squeezing. "...And start worrying about how you're going to keep your mom from hearing you cum your fucking brains out."
Taylor whimpered. It seemed like that was all she could ever do when Sophia turned that dominance against her: Whimper and moan as her mind and body turned to mush.
"Now, why don't you get back on your knees?" Sophia murmured. "You look so good down there, and it's been a bit. Get my cock nice and warmed up, it's gonna be a long night."
Taylor sank like a rock.
She'd gotten enough practice now that she hardly fumbled at all when it came to undoing Sophia's pants and freeing her semi-hard shaft, but still had to gulp once it was exposed to the air. It was just so…big. She could stare at it for hours, but the moment she looked away it felt like its size would shock her all over again. She could hardly believe that it fit inside her…even if barely fit might have been a better way of putting it.
On top of that, it felt like every time Taylor came face to face with Sophia's cock, she found a new part of it to fall in love with. Its size, its smell, its weight, its taste…this time, the particular detail that her focus went to was Sophia's foreskin.
She wasn't sure how it hadn't really registered to her before. Maybe it had just been peeled back the other times she'd seen Sophia's cock? Whatever the case, it wasn't now. Sophia's cockhead was hooded by a smooth layer of flesh, blending in with her shaft and leaving the crown of her dick concealed except for the very tip. Not a big difference, but still…a difference. Something she hadn't noticed before. Something new to appreciate.
Without even being fully hard, Sophia's dick was still just as incredible as ever, and Taylor gulped for a second time to keep herself from drooling. "Oh…wow…" She breathed, leaning forward to get to work.
The brunette wrapped both of her hands around Sophia's cock to keep it steady, quietly marveling at the way she had to use both if she wanted to completely encircle its girth. The first thing she did was kiss the tip, parting her lips and closing her eyes as she let instinct drive her. Making out with Sophia was awesome, but Taylor…well, wanted to show that same passion to all of her lover's body.
"You really love my dick, don't you?"
Taylor froze, opening her eyes and looking up to see Sophia smirking down at her. "Come on pet, go ahead and say it. Tell me how you feel about my cock~"
"I…y-yeah, I love it." Taylor mumbled.
"Keep going, baby. Lemme hear details."
"I…" God, where to even begin? "I never thought that something like…j-just sweat could smell and taste so delicious. And maybe it isn't just the sweat, or the skin, or…I don't even know, but I feel like I c-could put my lips and tongue on you and never get tired of it."
Taylor kissed Sophia's cock again, and punctuated her statement with a deep breath just to drive the point home. "A-and the way it feels so…heavy, and solid, a-and hot when I'm touching it, and the way it moves and twitches, I just- its like I can feel your heartbeat through it, a-and then that passes into me and just-"
She's drooling, Taylor realizes, and swallows again, hesitating. Sophia lifts an eyebrow, prompting her to continue, and Taylor finishes her confession in a rush.. "E-everything you do makes me feel like I'm melting into a blissed out puddle of goo. But your…h-huge fucking cock makes me feel like I'm high or something, I just- it's just so much!"
Sophia's smirk escalated into a full on toothy grin as Taylor praised her body, and when the pale brunette finished she reached down and lovingly stroked her hair. "And you're the perfect little plaything to use it on. I don't think I've ever found a girl that took to all this so quickly. But enough sappy shit, I think you were in the middle of something~"
Taylor was all too happy to get back to it. Another kiss, right on Sophia's tip, before she slid her tongue out to lap at the dark-skinned girl's cumslit. She could feel Sophia slowly getting harder against her lips, and it made her tingle between her legs to have such obvious and tangible proof of how well she was pleasuring her lover.
Her attention drifted back to the fold of skin that was still hiding most of Sophia's crown from view. It didn't feel right to just slip over the top, not when there was more beneath that needed her touch! Instead of just lapping at the tip, Taylor probed forward with her tongue, and found it surprisingly easy to just slip between Sophia's cockhead and its slightly stretchy hood.
And, having once again tested a new experience Taylor found…simply nothing wrong. There wasn't a single negative aspect to any of this. Sophia clearly valued her hygiene, and every crevice of her body was healthy and clean. Taylor was free to appreciate the taste and scent of her lover's body without the slightest hint of distaste that would mar the experience. Even this was only more of Sophia's flavor that Taylor had come to love, the musk and sweat and salty tang of precum that Taylor had quickly become addicted to.
As she explored beneath Sophia's foreskin, the dominant girl hissed a breath between her teeth. "Shit, Tay, you sure you've never done this before?"
Taylor glanced up at her, her lips still on Sophia's cockhead and her tongue slipped between them. "Nuh uh." She grunted, without pulling away.
Her lover ran her fingers through Taylor's hair. "Well, shit, then I guess you're just a natural." Sophia murmured. "Keep it up, you're earning one hell of a reward…"
A reward? Taylor shivered at the possibilities, though she also knew that there wasn't much chance of her actually guessing what Sophia had in store. All she knew is that she'd probably love it, and it spurred her on to act with greater vigor.
Taylor kept making out with Sophia's cockhead while her tongue slowly lapped in a circle underneath Sophia's foreskin, feeling it slowly grow tighter as her lover got fully hard. Taylor didn't peel it back, though, enjoying the novelty of the sensation. At the bottom of Sophia's crown, her tongue rubbed against a thin web of skin connecting the foreskin to the shaft. Sophia hissed again as she flicked across it, and Taylor paused to gauge her reaction. Had that been painful?
"Nn…keep going. Fuck, didn't realize how sensitive that was." Sophia groaned.
Not painful, pleasurable! Excellent. Cheered on, Taylor continued toying with her new discovery. She tested it further with her tongue, flicking across it back and forth. It felt a bit like the webbing between her upper lip and her gum, sort of? Except less slick, obviously, and slightly thinner.
Also, it went without saying that it was much more entertaining to play with. Taylor kept one hand steadily stroking Sophia's shaft while the other braced against her muscular thigh, and that meant that she could feel a tiny quiver run through the other girl as she worked.
It felt incredible to pull that sort of reaction out of Sophia. In all of their encounters, the dark-skinned girl had been completely steady. To be perfectly honest, Taylor found it extremely hot that her partner was so utterly unflappable and self assured…but knowing that she'd managed to put a tiny crack in Sophia's composure simply made her happy.
Not out of a sense of competition or anything, hell no! She didn't want to beat Sophia, or prove anything to anybody! It was just that… Well, it was nice to reciprocate equally. Her lover could practically put Taylor in a blissful coma with ease, and maybe she was just oversensitive, but it felt good to be the one sending shudders through Sophia's body for a change.
It meant that she was giving Sophia as much pleasure as Sophia gave her. And that was simply wonderful.
Sophia had been leaking precum into Taylor's mouth this entire time, which Taylor happily swallowed. Her tongue continued to tease at that sensitive webbing she'd found. What was the word for it again? She'd learned it in health class, right?
…Frenulum. That was it. Taylor mulled the word over as she kept it up. It…wasn't a very sexy word, to be honest. Too clinical. Not really much of a way to work it into dirty talk. Not that she could talk dirty with her mouth and tongue busy, granted. Still, it was nice to know what part of Sophia's body she was working over. Maybe she could do some research later, look up techniques? Sophia deserved her best effort.
Speaking of, the black girl was chewing on her bottom lip as Taylor reversed her tongue's path from earlier, swirling back around Sophia's cockhead and reaching the frenulum from the other side. She flicked across it again, then licked her way back up to Sophia's cumslit before returning down to the sensitive webbing.
She could feel Sophia's cock twitching, as hard as she'd ever seen it, and knew her lover was close. Without an order to stop… well, she should keep going, shouldn't she? Just a little more of a push, and since Sophia clearly enjoyed this…
Taylor deepened the lewd kiss against the tip of Sophia's cock, pressing her lips around as much as she could without shifting her foreskin back and shifting things away from where they were now. She prodded her tongue against the sensitive bridge of skin, stretching it gently…then all at once strummed back and forth across it with her tongue.
Sophia groaned, clutching Taylor's head as her hips bucked forward. Cum surged across Taylor's palette, pouring down her throat faster than she could swallow.
No matter how well prepared she was, no matter that Taylor had known exactly when Sophia would burst…it simply didn't matter. She was overwhelmed, her cheeks bulging with the amount of seed that Sophia was pumping into her mouth, and in less than a second it poured back over her lips and down her chin, then from her nose when she choked on the tide of goo.
Bliss.
The haze of pleasure never quite peaked into an orgasm, but Taylor was still smiling a little dumbly when Sophia puffed out a quick breath and stepped back.
Sophia looked down at her, regarding Taylor thoughtfully. Taylor simply returned the look, still smiling, with warm cum staining her front. After a moment, she managed to swallow enough to clear her throat. "Did…did I do a good job?"
Sophia just shook her head and laughed. "Holy shit, pet. Yeah, yeah you did a good job. I have never had one of my sluts pull off something like that without a shitload of practice. You're a fucking treasure."
The crude, perverse praise had Taylor beaming. Sure, their relationship wasn't traditional, but…fuck, she'd made her lover happy! No matter the context, she was going to take that as an enormous victory.
"And like I said, you're earning a hell of a reward." Sophia continued. Without zipping up her pants, she walked over to where she'd put her backpack, her semi-soft dick swaying with every stop. When she picked the pack up, Taylor heard unseen objects shifting against each other, and her eyes widened as her imagination tried and failed to fill in the gaps.
"I brought some tools from home." Sophia smirked. "A nice little playset. And I'm going to make sure you remember tonight for the rest of your fucking life."
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AN: And here it is! A bit of a delay, but hopefully meaty enough to get everyone's interest! Next up: Sophia dedicates a concerted effort to reducing Taylor into a puddle of fuck over the course of many hours.
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I uh...don't really have an excuse for why this one took so damn long. Sorry.
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Chapter 5
Sophia had Taylor keep kneeling as she slowly unpacked her tools and laid them out on the couch, one by one, remaining silent and not giving any explanation as she did so.
A baggie of clothespins, a thick leather belt, a strip of cloth- no, that was a whole scarf? And then some soft-looking rope, a lengthy hemp string, and- wait, that one was a cleaning rod for a flute, she'd seen her mom use one like it on her instrument!
In a way, it was almost a relief when Sophia pulled out the last two items, things that Taylor could recognize and guess the purpose of. A simple-looking dildo, and a…a cone-shaped plug.
Taylor was inexperienced, but she wasn't completely naive. She was conceptually aware of butt plugs. She just hadn't ever expected to be confronted by one.
Sophia set the last item down, then set the bag aside. There was a bit more shuffling inside, like something else was still in there, but Taylor had enough to handle already without seeking out more trouble and therefore elected not to comment on it.
Then, her lover turned to face her. "Pick one."
Pick one? How was she supposed to pick one of these? Taylor didn't even know what most of them were used for in this context! But…well, that was the game, she supposed.
Sophia would make sure it felt incredible. No matter what it was. Taylor was certain of it.
She reached out, her finger wavering over the lineup of ad-hoc toys, before finally settling on the cleaning rod. Maybe it was because she'd had a little spark of recognition when she'd seen it, but it was the one that stuck out the most to her. With nothing else to go on, it was all she had to make a decision with.
Sophia hummed to herself. "Interesting choice."
Was it? Well, interesting or not, it was the choice that she'd made. "I, uh, I guess. Wh-what do you want me to do?"
Sophia picked up the rod. "We can start with you just bending over the couch. Give me a good look at your ass, pet."
Bending over the couch? Oh, Taylor had a feeling she knew where this was going to be going…but she obeyed regardless. Still, she tensed up, staring over her shoulder at where Sophia was idly swishing the rod back and forth through the air. When her lover noticed Taylor's stare, though, she tsked. "Nuh uh. Turn around. Eyes forward at all times."
"But-"
Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to earn a punishment?"
Taylor squeaked and jerked her head around to face forward, cheeks burning. Sophia's punishments were… w-well, fun, but she didn't want to earn them on purpose!
After all, she…well, she liked being called a good girl. She wanted to hear it more. And that meant obeying Sophia instead of tempting out any punishments regardless of what they ended up being.
But that left her staring forward, completely blind to what Sophia was doing behind her. All she heard was the faint noise of the rod moving back and forth through the air as her lover toyed with it-
And then there was a quiet whistle and a smack as Sophia used it like a crop, striking Taylor's ass and leaving a thin line of stinging pain. She opened her mouth to cry out, but quickly clapped one of her hands over her face to keep quiet. She couldn't let her mom hear them!
"I see you figured out the game." Sophia murmured. "Don't wake mommy. She works so hard, it would be a terrible thing to interrupt her sleep, right? But we'll still have our fun… So long as you can keep quiet, pet."
A finger traced up Taylor's slit, making her shiver, before a second swat from the rod hit her other ass cheek. Just like before, there was a sharp flare of pain that slowly dulled and radiated outwards, and-
It…it hurt so good. The shock of the initial strike turned into a general warmth as the feeling faded, and even that first sting just highlighted the warmth building between her legs.
With Sophia, even being hurt was pleasurable.
The third strike drew strangled noises from her, which were muffled by the hand she kept squeezed tight over her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as the mishmash of pain and pleasure continued to confuse her body. Sophia would stroke lightly along her slit with one finger, then follow up with another swat from the rod.
Pleasure, pain. Pleasure, pain. Taylor was being hauled from one to the other so sharply that it felt almost like she was getting whiplash, the sensations only mingling further in a sort of fuzzy haze punctuated by the metronome-rhythm of Sophia turning her ass red.
Stroke. Swat. Stroke. Swat. Sophia worked her way down the curve of Taylor's ass, alternating with each blow until she'd covered the whole thing in vivid red stripes down to Taylor's thighs. When she finally stopped, Taylor's whole body was shaking with the effort of choking down the noise of her reaction.
"Good girl." Sophia murmured. "Very good, nicely done. You kept so quiet despite me making such pretty little lines on your skin. You can look back now."
Hesitantly, Taylor turned around to look, seeing the angry red marks that Sophia had left on her ass. Her lover set the rod down, then lowered her head to kiss her way along one of the welts. Taylor had to stuff a knuckle in her mouth to quiet the whimper from feeling cool lips running against her burning skin, then her eyes widened when she realized that Sophia wasn't stopping at the end of the welt.
Her lover nuzzled Taylor's thighs apart, then pressed her lips to Taylor's cunt. She was soaked after what had just happened, and the taste of her juices seemed to spur Sophia onwards.
Taylor's eyes practically popped out of her head. She chewed on her knuckle almost hard enough to break the skin, and it was only barely enough to keep herself from shrieking her lungs out as she felt Sophia's tongue slip inside of her pussy.
Even when she was eating her out, Sophia was as forceful as ever. She gripped Taylor's thighs to keep them spread, angled her hips to make sure she had plenty of access, and dove in with a passion that verged on being ravenous. With her lips sealed against Taylor's slit, Sophia's tongue plunged deep inside before curling up and dragging against Taylor's inner walls on the way back out.
Taylor's muscles flexed, cording under her skin as she tensed up and clamped down on the noises her body was so desperate to make.
Sophia had no mercy to offer her, too dedicated to her task to really care if Taylor squealed herself hoarse. Hell, maybe the risk of discovery was just part of the benefit for her! She'd presented it as a 'game', after all, maybe she wasn't worried about what would happen if Annette came in to see them.
And if Sophia didn't care about whether or not Annette discovered them… then that meant that this 'game' wasn't based on an idle threat. She really would let Taylor wake her mother and allow her to stumble across them. They were playing for keeps!
Taylor swiftly buried her face in a cushion as Sophia's tongue lapped along something deeply sensitive inside her, just barely managing to muffle her squeal. Then things paused as Sophia pulled away…and reached forward to tug her face away from the pillow. "Nuh-uh." She murmured. "No cheating now."
That was the only reprieve Taylor got before Sophia slid back down her body and kept going. It was maddening, a slow building pleasure that was yet another new experience that Taylor had no preparation for. Her fingernails dug into the fabric of the couch, her toes curled tightly, and-
When Sophia's tongue flicked against that sensitive place again, Taylor started to cum, trying to ride it out while also clenching her teeth together to try and strangle her cries before they could escape.
She couldn't completely succeed, but all that emerged from her throat was a choked-off croak as Sophia continued to tease along her orgasm.
Finally, Sophia pulled her face away from Taylor's cunt, one last lick along her lower lips to collect the smear of remaining femcum on her tongue. Then she slid forward, tilted Taylor's chin up, and kissed her.
Taylor could taste herself as Sophia slid her tongue into her mouth. She tasted tangy, and…not bad? Sophia tasted better, of course, but this didn't bother her at all.
Their lips parted, Sophia briefly stroking her hair. "Good girl, you made it through round one. Now, pick another."
"I- um…" Taylor tried to get her breath back as she eyed the remaining selection of toys. God, there were so many of them, and she had no idea what Sophia would use them for! The random selection she'd already made had turned out to be an experience beyond imagining, and indecision flared as she tried to pick another. "I- I don't know, I can't choose."
"Pet, you will choose one. Unless you'd like to stop?"
Stop? No, definitely not! If the thought of continuing made her nervous, the thought of being forced to stop was enough for her to close her eyes and point into the pile of accessories.
"The clothespins, hm? Good choice."
When Taylor opened her eyes again, Sophia was picking one of the wooden pins up and examining it for splinters. Satisfied, she opened the jaws of the pin and reached over to Taylor. "Hold still now…"
The strikes from the cleaning rod had taken her by surprise. This time, though, Taylor could watch the promise of pain approaching, her breath catching in her throat as Sophia brushed the clamp against one of her nipples. She tensed up, goosebumps rippling up her spine, waiting for her lover to release the clothespin to press down into her skin…and was left waiting as nothing happened.
She glanced up to see Sophia watching her, grinning. "You look disappointed. Eager for me to put it on?"
"Well, uh…" Taylor chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "Th-the rod felt good even though it hurt. So I'm… y'know, j-just a little like…curious? A-about how it's going to feel?" She wasn't disappointed Sophia wasn't rushing through it, was she?
Well…maybe a little bit. But not much! Surely, not much.
"Oh, I've got so, so many ways to satisfy that curiosity." Sophia promised with a chuckle. "But for this little thing, I was waiting for you to breath in so your chest sticks out more, but you were holding your damn breath. So come on then, breathe deep for me."
"Oh. Well…okay." Taylor gulped, then inhaled.
The clamp locked down around her nipple, and she felt the sting of it like a sudden shock. It made her whimper as the tender flesh was trapped between the wooden jaws of the clothespin, sensitive enough that even the meager weight of the little accessory was enough to tug noticeably on her breast.
"Hurts so good, doesn't it?" Sophia picked up another pin. "Come on, another deep breath for me girl, you can do it."
Taylor fought back a whimper, quickly nodding her head as she gulped down a breath. The second clothespin locking into place made it all rush back out at once, but Taylor managed to keep it a silent gasp instead of a loud shriek.
"Just one more, now."
One more? Where else was Sophia going to be-?
The clothespin squeezed down on Taylor's clit, and the slender girl only barely managed to choke back her sob. Her hips jerked forwards, futilely seeking relief from the crushing pressure as desperate little whimpers spilled from her lips.
It hurt. There was no denying the pain. But instead of hating it, the constant stinging grip fed the heat that was steadily growing to a boil inside of Taylor's core, and it wasn't long at all before her whimpers took on a different tone.
Sophia ran a single finger along Taylor's slit, and the light touch was enough to make her whine with need. When her lover presented the finger to her lips, glistening with juices, Taylor understood what she wanted immediately and opened her mouth to lick it clean.
"I noticed you closed your eyes before choosing which toy to go with." Sophia told her. "If that's what you were planning, then perhaps I should help with that?"
She picked up the scarf, folding it over itself until Sophia had a two-inch wide strip of fabric. She wrapped it over Taylor's eyes and tied it off behind her head, abruptly leaving her blind.
With only her hearing to go on, Taylor continued to whimper from the lingering sensations of what had already been done to her, spreading her legs in the hopes that Sophia would notice and tend to her knees. She could hear her lover moving, fabric rustling, before she heard a stern command. "Cross your wrists behind your back."
Of course she obeyed. The sooner Sophia finished applying toys, the sooner that she might finally fuck her again, and satisfy the heat that simmered between Taylor's legs.
The brunette felt what had to be that soft length of rope, binding her wrists together. Now she was blind, bound, aching, and helpless…but Sophia didn't touch her yet. Taylor heard a clink, felt air brushing over her feverish skin as Sophia picked up…something.
Stiff rubber slid between her legs, the fat bulb of the plug Sophia had brought for her quickly becoming lubricated in her juices. "Relax, pet…" Sophia murmured. "Let yourself go limp."
It was hard, so hard to force her body to be receptive as the tapered cone of the plug began to push against Taylor's pucker. But Sophia's firm hand, and the generous application of lube that her drooling slit had coated it with, both ended up winning out in the end.
Beneath the blindfold, Taylor squeezed her eyes shut as she suddenly felt full in yet another entirely novel way. Her body clenched around the intrusion, instinctively trying to expel the toy without any luck. Each movement made it shift inside of her, internal pressure sparking against her nerves from whole new directions, and Taylor groaned as her libido managed to spike itself to a whole new level.
And then Sophia just left her to stew like that! Seconds stretched into minutes without anything else, not so much as a gentle brush against her thigh, and Taylor slowly started to squirm as she felt like her mind was boiling in her body.
"So pretty like that, aren't you?" Sophia breathed. "Helpless for me. Trussed up and plugged…it's a good way to keep you out of trouble. How long could you stand to be left like this, pet? Would you like to try it out?"
Taylor opened her mouth to beg for mercy, and it seemed like Sophia had been waiting for just that moment. At some point after the blindfold had gone on, Sophia had taken that string Taylor had noticed at the beginning of their little play session and tied it around the flared base of the dildo. When Taylor opened her mouth, Sophia slid the toy between her lips, pressing the brunette's tongue to the floor of her mouth as her girlfriend pushed the tip of the toy down her throat before tying the string off behind her head. "That's just what you needed, the finishing touch~"
Taylor was left to writhe on her sofa, plugged from both ends. The dildo didn't go nearly as deep as Sophia had when she'd fucked Taylor's throat, meaning that she could still breathe through her nose. But that was a small comfort at the unbearable teasing sensation, hinting at the bliss of being fucked from both ends without any of Sophia's personal involvement to bring things to a climax.
Would she really just leave Taylor like this, simmering in her juices? If so…it was the most pleasurable hell that the girl could imagine.
But no, Sophia wasn't through with her yet. Her strong arms wrapped around Taylor's body, lifting her up and back against Sophia's front, while the black girl's thick cock came to rest against her dribbling, twitching cunt lips.
It felt slightly different than last time, and it took Taylor a second to realize that Sophia must have fished a condom out of her bag and put it on at some point. There was a tiny little twinge of disappointment as Taylor yearned for the same direct skin-to-skin contact they'd had when Sophia had popped her cherry, but when her lover sank her cock into Taylor's body the faint difference in texture was the absolute last thing on her mind.
Taylor was incredibly thankful that Sophia had gagged her, since the noises she would have otherwise made would absolutely have woken up Annette. She moaned around the dildo as Sophia slid deeper and deeper inside of her, stretching her out just as deliciously as she had the first time around.
The head of Sophia's cock bumped into Taylor's cervix, grinding into the entrance of her womb. Her body had recovered since that first time, tightened itself back up and once again fought to deny Sophia access to her core. And once again, Sophia overcame her resistance through persistence and force, conquering Taylor's body all over again. Her lips and teeth were on Taylor's neck as she pounded into her with short, grinding thrusts. The sound of her pants and growls were practically deafening to Taylor's ear, despite how little they really disturbed the silence of the household.
Unlike before, she didn't hammer her way through Taylor's cervix and into her womb. This time, it was steady and unyielding pressure that did it, as Sophia pulled Taylor down her length and just kept pulling, holding her tighter and closer as her body was remolded around her lover's cock.
And then it was through, pushing into Taylor's core, and she swooned as an orgasm washed over her. She'd lost count of how many there had been already tonight, each more intense than the last, and with this latest one it was hard to keep herself conscious.
Sophia had been working herself up all night as well, her arousal building the entire time she'd spent playing with Taylor and getting to use her toys. Still, despite the fact that her length was throbbing inside of Taylor hard enough for the brunette to feel her black lover's heartbeat inside her womb, Sophia managed to keep going long enough for Taylor to sink into a pleasured fugue, losing track of time as her lover worked her into putty.
It felt like a moment that could have lasted forever, but eventually Sophia herself reached her peak. Taylor heard a low grunt as she felt Sophia's fat nuts clench against the back of her thighs.
Taylor's eyes shot open, a thought creeping slowly through her foggy brain.
Sophia's going to cum inside me.
For that brief moment, she forgot about the condom. She forgot that she was safe, that they were being responsible. No, for just an instant, Taylor felt Sophia pulse inside of her, that thick length stiffening just a little bit further in the second before climax. Her mind raced, conflicted feelings whirled inside of her head, and then-
Sophia grunted, cum surging into Taylor's womb, only to be caught inside a rapidly-expanding bubble of latex.
Taylor's eyes rolled back in her head, shuddering through one final orgasm at the feeling of the heat blooming inside of her core, and the delicious pressure inside her womb. It grew, more and more as the condom expanded, and with some disbelief Taylor realized that she could feel her belly swelling with Sophia's output. She knew how productive her girlfriend was, and had gotten a bit of a paunch from trying to swallow her load before, but this was…she felt pregnant.
Of course, when nothing spilled, she remembered the condom, and felt a bit silly. And…also resolved to just not think about the way the word 'pregnant' made her tingle.
That's just…aftershocks from the orgasm, right? She tried to convince herself.
Sophia let out a satisfied sigh, then reached up to undo Taylor's blindfold. She tilted her head back and kissed her subby little pet deeply, and playfully nipped at her bottom lip when she pulled back. "It's better with a little prep, ain't it?"
Taylor just grunted, still unable to speak around the dildo plugging her throat, but she had to nod. That had been…something else.
Her eyes crossed as Sophia tugged the loaded condom out, the liquid weight sliding across her sensitive inner walls. In a practiced motion, the black girl rolled it off her cock and tied the end off, setting it down by the couch. "We'll deal with that later. In the meantime…"
She reached into her bag and pulled out another condom. "Got a full dozen of these things, figure we could blow through them tonight. Up for it?"
Twelve!?
Taylor gulped… but of course, she nodded her head.
Sophia grinned at her, that confident smile that made Taylor all warm and gooey inside. "Good girl."
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On the house.
Chapter 6
Taylor missed school the day after their 'sleepover', lying to Annette and claiming that she was feeling sick to explain why she was having a bit of trouble walking.
Thankfully, her mom had bought it without question. Taylor felt guilty lying to her, but was extremely glad that she hadn't investigated more closely. Like, how would she even have begun to explain what had happened? Oh yeah, Sophia has a huge dick and spent all last night pounding me silly, and now I can barely leave the bed.
Sure, that would have gone over great.
At any rate, Taylor had passed out at some point last night in Sophia's arms. When she'd woken up, the evidence of their 'activities' had been cleaned up, and there was a note under her pillow.
Sorry about bailing like this, think we'd both like to avoid awkward questions if your mom peeks in and finds us in bed together. Take a day off, you've earned it. See you soon.
-S
So, she'd taken Sophia's advice, rested up and spent the day doing homework and browsing PHO (some kind of brawl between independent villains had gotten the Wards involved in a chase across the city, and it was interesting to follow it in real time); then the next day she was heading back to Winslow with butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't even sure of what to expect when she got there. Would Sophia be continuing her campaign of teasing? Would she get even more brazen? Or would she keep things subtle now that they were a couple?
…Oh shit, she'd entirely forgotten about the skinheads that Sophia had beaten up!! There wouldn't be any consequences for that, would there? She hadn't heard from Sophia yesterday, was it because the E88 had tried something!?
So many uncertainties were whirling in Taylor's mind that by the time she got to the front doors of Winslow, her heart was pounding. She scanned the crowd of students that were milling around in the halls before first period, getting more and more nervous for every second that went by without her catching a glimpse of-
A hand landed on her shoulder and Taylor just about jumped out of her skin, before it pulled her back into an embrace and a kiss on the side of her neck.
Oh thank god, Taylor thought. She didn't even need to look, there was only one person who'd pull this in the middle of the hallway… and besides that, she recognized the feeling of the body she was held against. "Sophia…" She sighed, relieved. "I was, uh, looking for you."
"In this mess?" Sophia chuckled, gesturing at the press of bodies crowding the halls in front of them. "Not surprised you didn't find me, then. What's up, pet? You look tense."
"Well, I didn't hear from you yesterday, and I was wondering…like, there were those guys that you beat up two days ago, and I just got worried that they had friends or something and might have…you know. Done something." It felt a little silly to say it out loud.
Another quick kiss from Sophia. "Yeah, I probably shoulda visited yesterday, but work stuff came up. Was busy all day, huge pain in the ass. Don't worry about me, though. Firstly, because some highschooler wannabe Nazi jerkoffs can't round up a lynch mob if they wanted to. Secondly, because I'd just kick their asses all over again." She squeezed Taylor in her arms and let her go. "That make you feel better?"
"...It does." Taylor admitted, turning to look at her. "I know it was a dumb thing to worry about, but I…guess I overthink things sometimes."
"Well, I'll see if I can't take your mind off things~" Sophia smirked. Taylor smiled back, and took a step back towards her lover only to be interrupted by the bell.
They both scowled, almost in unison, and Sophia rolled her eyes. "Later, then. We'll find some time. I'll track you down at lunch."
"Right." Taylor nodded. "I'll, uh, see you then."
One more kiss for the road, and they parted ways. Taylor knew that there were students looking at her after that public display of affection, but it didn't bother her so much. Their approval didn't matter, after all. It was a…very freeing state of mind. She liked it.
—--
Taylor was actually the one to find Sophia first at lunchtime, though she almost wished she hadn't when she saw who Sophia was talking to.
Emma. They hadn't really spoken since Taylor had gotten back from summer camp last year, the girl who was like a sister to her just abruptly cutting her off. The pang of loneliness she felt at the memory was nothing compared to the anxiety and dread she was feeling at the prospect of finally talking to her again.
God, I'm a bundle of nerves today…
There was no time for any more private musing, Sophia glanced aside and noticed Taylor. Her face broke out in a grin, and she waved Taylor over. Too late to back out now…
She walked over and took a seat next to Sophia, glancing nervously at Emma. She wasn't sure what exactly she was expecting to see on her former best friend's face, but it certainly wasn't…the cold look she got in response. "Hi Sophia. Hi…Emma."
"Taylor." The redhead sniffed. "I guess you've finally come around."
Come around? What?
Her confusion must have been visible on her face, because Emma elaborated. "Knowing that different people have a different role to play in life. People like Sophia and me, and then people like you."
That only made Taylor more confused, because…well, she and Emma had been practically inseparable for years, and she knew for damn sure that she wasn't in the same…ah, 'category' as Sophia was. At least, physically. So if she didn't mean physically, then…? "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Taylor admitted.
That only made Emma narrow her eyes further, and she opened her mouth to say something else before Sophia waved her off. "Sort of a…like, theory I've got. People can be split up into categories, you know?" She smirks. "I'm kinda tempted to just call 'em doms and subs, but there's a bit more to it than that. I don't just think with my dick, after all."
She gestured at Taylor. "Like, look at us, right? You and me. We're clearly wired differently, yeah? You're not spineless, you've got some bite to ya. When those goons came after you, you went for your pepper spray instead of folding, but I'm guessing you wouldn't have enjoyed getting into a fight, right?"
Taylor shook her head. She'd fight back if she had to, but Sophia's guess was right on the mark. She didn't think she'd ever enjoy getting into a fight. Sophia nodded. "Right. Meanwhile, I see some fuckers trying to do bad shit, and it's not just my duty but my goddamn pleasure to kick their asses."
She pauses to sling an arm around Taylor's shoulder. "Another thing is our reaction to getting ordered around~"
Taylor's eyes darted up to Emma, who Sophia apparently had zero issues with talking about their intimate activities in front of, and she managed to squeak out a defense of herself. "Th-that's different! Not just any- You're-!" She had to pause and breathe for a second to get the words out in a sensible order. "I don't just listen to anybody, it's…just you."
She couldn't fight back the blush at that admission, and Sophia chuckled before leaning in for a quick kiss. "But you do like obeying my orders, don't you pet?"
Taylor's blush deepened until her face was scarlet. Talking like that in private was one thing, but in front of Emma!?
She could at least console herself with the fact that Emma hardly seemed surprised. Hell, if the redhead had been hanging out with Sophia for the past year, she'd probably heard way worse. Though, she still had that weird expression on her face…
Emma caught Taylor's gaze and schooled her expression into a confident smirk, which…didn't hit Taylor in nearly the same way that a similar expression on Sophia's face would have. "That's right, Taylor. Some of us, like Sophia and I, are the natural leaders. Like shepherds guarding the sheep. I used to be weak like you, but all it took was a little help from Sophia for me to realize how strong I really could be."
Taylor blinked, her embarrassment vanished in favor of utter bafflement. "...What?" Even Sophia gave Emma a sidelong glance, though she didn't say anything.
However, Taylor's continued confusion just seemed to upset Emma for some reason, and the redhead picked up her tray of food and stomped off.
Taylor turned her head to look at Sophia. "What…just happened?"
Sophia shrugged. "She's got her own shit to deal with. Not my place to tell, though. Anyway, there is actually something I wanted to talk to you about."
Any distraction from Emma was welcome, and Taylor nodded attentively. "Yeah?"
Sophia steepled her fingers. "You go for runs, right? You like doing that?"
Taylor blinked. "Um, yes? I guess I do, yeah."
"Cool." The corner of Sophia's mouth quirked up. "One of the girls on the track team had to drop out of the season. Ended up pregnant, of all things, and decided to focus more on academics and shit. That means there's an empty slot on the track team, and I want you in it."
"Wait, you want me to run track with you?" That hadn't been where Taylor thought this was going. She'd given the track team some vague thoughts when she picked up jogging, sure, but she figured she was more of a hobbyist than an actual athlete.
Sophia nodded, squeezing Taylor's shoulder. "Hell yeah I do. First of all, your body's damn fine but that doesn't mean I don't wanna see you get properly sculpted up to your full potential. And second of all…" She leaned in, giving Taylor another kiss. When she pulled back, her voice was pitched to a low murmur. "I'm thinking I wanna make sure I get to see more of you. My job eats up my free time, but this is one way to make up for it. The showers always empty out so quickly, we'd have plenty of privacy~"
Taylor let out a breathless whimper at the mental image that called to mind. Sophia clad in tight athletic clothing, sweat glistening on her dark skin, a crooked finger beckoning her into a shower stall…
"Okay!" She squeaked. "Y-yeah, that sounds great!"
Sophia leaned back, smiling triumphantly. "Good shit, Tay. I'll tell the coach, just stop by the track when school lets out. Don't worry about missing the bus, I'll walk you home afterwards."
Better and better. Taylor thought. She hadn't ever expected to join the Winslow track team, but when Sophia laid the benefits out like this…well, she was a little surprised that she hadn't considered the possibility at any point during her 'vacation' yesterday.
The lunch bell rang, and they had to cut their time together short. One last kiss, and Taylor parted ways with her lover. "S-see you at practice!" She waved, and Sophia gave her a casual salute as they went on to their next classes.
Butterflies fluttered around in her belly for the rest of the school day.
—--
If Taylor had thought that Sophia would go easy on her thanks to their relationship, any such misconceptions were dispelled the moment she hit the track. They'd done stretches, some core workouts, met the coach and the other girls, then…
"You good back there, Tay?" Sophia called over her shoulder.
The black girl was running just ahead of her, the series of sprints they'd done having completely failed to so much as make Sophia winded.
Taylor, on the other hand, was finding that the ability to jog for long distances didn't completely translate to the ability to run consecutive hundred meter dashes. She was practically wheezing for each breath, and her legs had gone past 'sore' and had turned to jello at least three reps ago. They'd been up and down the hundred meter straightaway on the track at least a dozen times, with no end in sight.
There wasn't a chance in hell she was about to stop, though. Sophia had personally asked the coach to put her on the team and handle getting her up to snuff, and she wasn't about to make Sophia look bad by giving a poor showing.
Taylor just grit her teeth, growled deep in her throat, and kept putting one foot in front of the other while her eyes zeroed in on Sophia's back. They reached the end of the straight section of the track, turned, and sprinted back. Again, and again.
Finally, Sophia turned around at the end of one of the sprints and shook her head. "Christ, Tay, I thought you'd have tapped out five or ten reps in!"
Taylor was too busy doubling over and resting with her hands on her knees to respond, gasping for breath in a way that wasn't nearly as fun as the last time Sophia had stretched her past her limits.
When she could finally speak again, she weakly looked up at the other girl. "You…thought I'd…tap out?"
Sophia threw up her hands. "Yeah! I'm not expecting you to keep up with me yet, it's your first damn day on the team. I was just checking your speed and endurance, but good god you don't know when to quit!" Despite her apparent exasperation, Sophia was still grinning. She reached out and clapped Taylor on the back. "You are one tough bitch. Let's hit the showers."
"We're…done?" Taylor croaked. "Oh thank god."
"Yeah. And on the way there, we can talk about shit like 'pacing'." Sophia chuckled. She slung an arm around Taylor's shoulders, and the slender brunette was quietly glad for the additional support as she walked off with her wobbling legs.
—--
As it turned out, Winslow had two sets of locker rooms. The first were the ones Taylor had always known about, attached to the gym, and Sophia had brought her there first to grab a pair of towels.
However, she'd then led a confused Taylor back out of the gym completely, and into a storage closet full of sporting goods right next to the door to the gym. Then, Sophia had opened a door that was half-hidden behind a shelf of partially-deflated basketballs to reveal the other locker room.
"Winslow expanded the gym back when it wasn't such a shithole, and apparently they thought it was easier to build new lockers from scratch than tear down the old ones. So this one's still here." She explained. "I bribe the janitor to keep it clean, and it still works fine. Just gotta bring your own towels and toilet paper, it doesn't get restocked."
"...I had no idea this was here." Taylor admitted. She'd caught her breath by now, but her legs were only just beginning to inform her exactly how fucking sore she'd be in half an hour.
Sophia shrugged. "Old buildings like this always have secrets, and I like finding little hideaways like this one." She smirks. "Never know when you're gonna need privacy."
Taylor shivered a little at the promise those words held. "Well…h-here we are. In private."
Sophia stepped forward, tilting Taylor's chin up with a finger. "That's right. And before we hop in the showers, why don't you get a head start on cleaning me off?"
Taylor was more than capable of reading between the lines there, and sank to her knees without any further prompting. Sophia nodded approvingly, reaching down to run her fingers through Taylor's hair. "I love a pet who's eager to please~" She breathed.
Kneeling down left Taylor face to face with Sophia's bulge. Her tight athletic clothing left almost nothing to the imagination, to the point where Taylor was kind of surprised she'd been allowed to get away with it during practice.
How does she have the whole school wrapped around her finger like this? Taylor briefly wondered, before the first breath she took wiped immaterial concerns like her girlfriend's dominion over Winslow right from her mind.
Sophia smelled so good, a whimper escaped from Taylor before she even knew it. The pale brunette took another breath, just to make sure it wasn't some crazy fluke, and was rewarded with the same panty-drenching sensory experience.
Taylor had smelled sweat before, and body odor, and this was nothing like that. Stepping into the other locker room to get changed had made her wrinkle her nose, but this…?
It felt like gravity was dragging her forward until her face was pressed into Sophia's bulge. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out, dragging over the surface of the fabric like she could taste Sophia through her athletic shorts. She could, actually, a bead of precum soaking through to let a hint of the flavor burst onto her tongue.
In biology class a while ago, Taylor vaguely remembered a lesson on pheromones. How tons of animals used them, and how humans could detect them too on a subconscious level. Was that what this was? Probably…but it didn't really matter, and Taylor didn't really care. She gripped Sophia's waistband between her teeth and tugged it down, letting the black girl's thick cock spring up to drape itself over her face.
Oh fuck yes.
Taylor felt her midriff clench, her empty cunt drooling into her pants. Sophia didn't even need to fuck her, all Taylor needed was this. Letting the weight of it press down, smothering herself in its warmth, feeling Sophia's heartbeat pulse through the imposing length against her skin…
Sophia didn't offer any instruction, nor was any needed. Taylor's lips parted, kissing Sophia's thick, plump nuts just like she'd done the first time she'd gone to her knees in front of her girlfriend.
Unlike then, she didn't hesitate in the slightest. Taylor pressed her nose into the crevice between Sophia's shaft and her balls, breathing deeply and letting the musk melt her mind as she kissed and lapped the traces of sweat off the smooth dark flesh.
Heaven. Heaven.
Sophia just kept running her fingers through Taylor's hair, hissing between her teeth as Taylor transitioned her gentle kisses to long, devoted suckles; parting her lips and leaving each precious patch of skin shining and clean before moving on.
"God, you're fucking perfect." Her girlfriend's voice was thick with lust. "That's right, clean my nuts, pet. I want 'em shining when they're beating a tattoo into your ass later."
One of Taylor's hands busied itself between her legs. She still hadn't gotten too much practice with self pleasure but her explorations of her own body with Sophia, and the other girl's time spent between her legs two nights ago, were quickly teaching her how to best tend to her own needs while also tending to Sophia's.
It's not like it was difficult. She'd cum hands-free from taking Sophia's dick into her throat before, and likely would again. Many, many, many more times…
Taylor moved to the underside of Sophia's sack, nuzzling her way beneath the heavy orbs so she could lavish attention on each part of them equally. The scent was more intoxicating than ever, and the feeling of having them just smothering her face was divine.
She heard one of the towels hit the ground behind her, before Sophia suddenly started to press her forward with her hips. Taylor let her girlfriend bear her to the floor, reaching out behind herself to slow her descent with Sophia practically riding her down, until she was lying flat with her head cushioned by the towel.
Sophia lifted herself up to readjust, shifting around to kneel over Taylor's face, her cock stretching from the pale brunette's forehead all the way down past her collarbone. "Good girl, Taylor." Sophia grunted. "Now open wide."
Taylor obediently and eagerly opened her mouth. She was upside down relative to Sophia, but that just meant that her lover would have an easier time feeding her length straight down Taylor's throat like this. As Sophia pressed her cock between Taylor's lips, they both let out a moan of pleasure at the shared sensations, though Taylor's was significantly more muffled.
Sophia thrust herself the rest of the way the moment her cockhead popped into Taylor's throat, her balls slapping forward to cover Taylor's eyes and nose as Sophia hilted herself. And with Taylor's body stretched out on the ground like this, it meant that she was on full display for Sophia to play with as the black girl fucked her throat, reaching out to tweak a nipple or leaning forward to run a finger up Taylor's glistening slit as she started to pound down and fuck Taylor's face.
Taylor was pinned, helpless, and practically blind. Her senses were dominated by Sophia in every metric. The taste of her coated Taylor's tongue, the scent of her flooded Taylor's nose, the sound of her grunts and the impact of their bodies filled Taylor's ears, Taylor's body was an open book for Sophia's hands to roam across while her throat was stretched to capacity, and all Taylor could see was saliva-slicked dark flesh lifting away from her face for a brief moment between thrusts before Sophia's nuts came slapping back down onto her features.
Her back arched before Sophia pressed her back down, and she tried to clench her thighs before Sophia simply spread them apart again to plunge two fingers into Taylor's slit. Helpless, she climaxed beneath Sophia's body, quivering and letting out muffled cries of bliss.
After her dedicated worship from earlier, Sophia didn't have much more endurance than Taylor did. Just a few seconds after Taylor's orgasm began, Sophia was right behind her. She kept thrusting, fucking her load of cum directly into Taylor's belly as her fingers curled in Taylor's pussy to ensure her climax dragged on for as long as possible.
Taylor slumped, still trembling from the aftershocks as her climax ran its course. Sophia let out a satisfied sigh. "Nothing like letting some steam off after a good workout, right pet?" She lifted herself up, dragging her cock out of Taylor's throat slowly enough that Taylor could curl her tongue around it and clean every trace of cum off on its way out. She didn't even need to be ordered to, she just didn't want to waste another chance at that delicious flavor she'd gotten a taste of the other day. When Sophia finally shifted back enough for Taylor's bleary gaze to meet her face, the black girl was giving her an appreciative look. "Damn, you pick things up fast."
Taylor swallowed the last of what she had on her tongue. "It…just felt like the right thing to do." She whispered, her voice a bit hoarse after her throat's recent stretching.
Sophia shook her head. "You're a goddamn prize." Reaching down, she picked Taylor up and just tossed her bodily over her shoulder, ignoring her surprised yelp. "Now come on, let's actually get clean before the janitor locks the school up."
—-
[Evening: The Docks.]
Annette was working late. This wasn't unusual, she was always working late. The Dockworker's Association was floundering, and after inheriting the position of Head Of Hiring from her late husband, she was one of the few people fighting for the livelihood of dozens of men and women that depended on her.
Finally, though, she'd finished up her paperwork and placed the last phone call for the day, and was ready to head home. She was always the last one to leave, and therefore it was up to her to lock up.
She wasn't crazy. She knew that the docks were dangerous after dark, especially for a woman who was by herself. That's why she always left through a fire exit instead of the main door, and parked right next to it. Even inside the fenced off DWA building, she didn't take any chances.
Plus, after the encounter with the gangsters and their racketeering, she'd quietly taken some of the more grizzled dockworkers aside and acquired a handgun to keep locked in her glove box. Sometimes, pepper spray wouldn't be enough.
Still, she was hardly expecting to use any of it. She'd been accosted on the streets before, sure, but for all the years she'd been working in the Docks she'd never once had any trouble in the parking lot.
That's why the gangsters sitting on the hood of her car when she stepped outside were such an unpleasant surprise.
Immediately, she tried to turn around and get back inside, but a meaty hand slammed the door before she could make it through. Annette's eyes narrowed in fury when she saw who the hand belonged to. One of her fucking workers.
"Lewis, you piece of shit." She snarled.
He shrugged. "Sorry, boss. Gotta look out for myself in this town, and a Dockworker salary ain't cutting it."
One of the gangsters stood up and swaggered over to her. "So, you're the bitch who fucked up our protection detail, eh?"
"Oh, don't fucking play around." Annette spit back at him. "I'm sick and tired of bastards like you rotting this city from the inside out. Just tell me what you want."
The gangster shrugged. She couldn't tell if he was E88 or Merchants, but it wasn't like there was that much difference at the end of the day. "Just sending a message. Anyone who gets any funny ideas like you did, we make sure it don't happen twice."
The other gangster stood up from the hood of her car…then toppled over after taking a single step, with something sticking out of his back.
A dark shape shot through her car, and all of a sudden a figure in a black suit was slamming the first gangster's face into the pavement. There was a snap and a howl of pain, but the figure made sure to aim a kick into his ribs and force him to curl into a ball before moving on.
Lewis had bolted the moment the first guy had hit the floor, but the figure just pulled a crossbow out of a hip-slung holster and shot him with some kind of dart, making the turncoat drop just as quickly as the others.
With the brief fight over and the figure no longer moving, Annette was able to recognize them. Shadow Stalker, one of the Wards!
…What the hell was a Ward doing in the Docks alone?
"You alright?" Shadow Stalker asked her, starting to put zip tie cuffs on the unconscious men (and the one who was awake but whimpering quietly).
"Yeah, they didn't touch me." Annette responded. Her curiosity got the better of her. "Are you alone? I didn't think Wards really went into the Docks by themselves…" Or at all, she didn't say, outside of the Boardwalk.
Shadow Stalker seemed to pick up on the unspoken part of her question anyway. "I'm off the clock, and not really supposed to be here. Still, it fucking bothers me that the Protectorate tries to keep us away from places we're needed. So I run patrols on my own time."
As a mother, Annette knew she shouldn't be encouraging someone so young to be risking themselves like that. But…well, as a resident of Brockton Bay, she knew that people had to grow up fast. Especially capes. "Thank you," She eventually settled on. "And if you're not supposed to be here, I'll call this in myself. Say I didn't see who did it, just that I was attacked, closed my eyes in fear, and when I opened them it was over."
Stalker finished cuffing the men and retrieving her bolts, turning to face Annette for the first time since the encounter began. And…despite being a Ward, she certainly cut a striking figure in her costume, which was a thought Annette immediately chastised herself for thinking. Though, wait, was that-?
"Appreciate it." Shadow Stalker nodded. "I'll keep an eye on this place when I can, make sure their friends don't try anything else. Take care." She leapt into the air and turned back into a shadowy vapor, retaining her momentum and drifting up into the darkness.
"Uh, you too?" Annette called after her. She shook herself and pulled out her phone, stepping back into the building to call the police and giving them the shortened rundown of events that she'd described to her rescuer.
As she waited for a patrol car to come and pick up the gangsters, her mind still wandered, and she continued to try and dismiss what she'd seen as a trick of the light. But…well, the circles she'd used to run in had given her plenty of references on what to look for, and-
She was positive that she'd noticed a bulge in Shadow Stalker's costume.
Annette sighed, thunking her forehead against the wall. Great, she thought. Now I'm going to be spending all night thinking about Kassia.
--
AN: And there it is! For this chapter, on top of the usual stuff, I also wanted to develop Sophia and Taylor's relationship a tiny bit by having them interact in a non-sex way...for a while, at least. Plus, I wanted to set some other plates spinning for future possibilities. What did you guys think?
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On the house.
Chapter 7
—--
As Taylor started on the last leg of her morning jog, she considered whether it was actually still necessary. After all, she was on the track team now. They practiced after school every day, it wasn't like she needed to wake up early and go out on a run just to keep in shape anymore.
Still, she liked it. It woke her up, kept her limber, and…well, honestly, the way that Sophia appreciated her toned legs and ass was a hell of a motivator all by itself.
It still made her a little giddy to think about it. She was desirable. She'd always thought of herself as average at best, but Sophia couldn't get enough of her! It was the biggest boost to her self esteem that she'd had in years, and the way that Sophia would grin and eye her as Taylor walked by never failed to put butterflies in her belly.
They'd been together about a week now, and Sophia hadn't let up the intensity in the slightest. If anything, as Taylor grew more comfortable with her, Sophia had only taken that as an excuse to prod her boundaries all over again. The 'teasing' that Taylor's girlfriend regularly engaged in at school absolutely violated the policy on public displays of affection, but the faculty always looked the other way when Sophia was involved.
Taylor rounded the corner and started down the street towards her house. She'd gotten faster at her chosen jogging route, leaving her plenty of time to shower and get ready for school before she needed to set out again to catch her bus. Maybe it was time to think about a longer run? If she added a loop around-
Taylor's thoughts were sharply cut off by a slap across her ass out of nowhere, dragging a yelp out of her as she whirled around and raised her fists.
Sophia was there behind her with a wide grin, having somehow managed to sneak up on Taylor in the middle of the open road. "Sup, pet. You miss me?"
She opened her arms and Taylor took the implied invitation without question, stepping forward so that her lover could wrap her in a firm embrace. Sophia looked like she'd just finished a workout of her own, wearing nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, and beads of sweat highlighted the dense muscles just beneath her dark skin.
Taylor buried her head in the crook of Sophia's shoulder. "You scared the crap out of me." She murmured.
"I can tell. That little yelp was adorable." Sophia teased her back. She reached up and started running her fingers through Taylor's hair, combing the sweaty tangles into something a bit more orderly.
"You're the worst."
"You love it."
Taylor could have stayed with Sophia like that for hours, but they were in the middle of the road and she still had to get ready for school. She reluctantly stepped back out of Sophia's embrace and gestured towards her house. "Uh, wanna come in for a bit? I still need to get ready for school."
Sophia stretched. "Mph, sure thing. Not like I'm gonna just walk off after tracking you down."
As they walked, Sophia draped an arm around Taylor's shoulder. She was always very physical, and with how good it felt Taylor was slowly coming to the realization that she'd become extremely touch-starved ever since she and Emma had stopped hanging out.
"So, uh, what are you doing all the way out here?" Taylor asked. "Especially at-" She didn't wear a watch, but the sun had only just finished rising above the horizon. "...Like, six-thirty?" Taylor guessed.
"You're not the only one who works out in the mornings." Sophia told her. "I don't really have a route, though. I just kinda wander. Found myself wandering this way, figured I'd drop in."
"Oh." Taylor blinked. "You didn't tell me you jogged early too."
Sophia shrugged. "It's not always jogging. Sometimes it's weights, sometimes it's other stuff. Just happened to be jogging today. Speaking of…" The hand around Taylor's shoulder dropped, groping her ass right there in the street. "Damn, Tay. Your ass gets better every time I see you, swear to god."
Taylor blushed, her eyes darting around to make sure they were still alone. "I-I'm glad you like it…" She mumbled.
As they turned to head up across her yard and towards her front door, Sophia gave her another squeeze, her grip strong enough to sink her fingers in despite Taylor's own muscle tone. "Hell yeah I do." The black girl leaned in and nipped at Taylor's earlobe as they reached her door, and the brunette just barely managed to hold back an outright moan as she fumbled for her keys.
"When's your mom wake up, Tay?" Sophia murmured.Taylor was having trouble fitting the key into the lock, so Sophia plucked them from her hands and smoothly opened the door for the two of them, guiding her into her own house like she owned the place.
On anyone else it would have been annoying, but Sophia pulled it off. Or maybe confidence was just Taylor's kryptonite. She'd had to do a lot of introspection since this relationship started, and was more than a little embarrassed at all of the realizations she'd had since day one.
"Um, before I get back." Taylor replied. "She's already gone, her car wasn't in the driveway."
Sophia paused for a second at that. "Shit, she goes to work early."
Taylor could only shrug. "Well, she has to handle all the extra stuff for her teaching job before classes start, since her evenings are busy at the Dockworkers Association."
"Hmm…" Sophia hummed quietly as she processed that, still walking Taylor forward. "That sucks."
"It…is what it is."
"At least it means we've got the privacy to take a quick shower before we head to the bus." Sophia grinned at her, and Taylor gulped.
"Like…h-how quick?" She asked. It was so easy to just forget about everything with Sophia, but if she missed the bus it would be a huge pain.
Her lover just chuckled, squeezed her ass again, and directed her towards the bathroom.
—--
"That's a good girl, you love helping me get clean, don't you?" Sophia murmured. One hand was tangled in Taylor's curly hair, steadily guiding her as she trailed her tongue out and traced her way down Sophia's abs. "That's right, pet, that's right…almost done…"
The running shower water had washed away the sweat, leaving nothing but the taste of Sophia as Taylor's tongue ran over chocolate-colored skin. She was glad her own juices would swirl away down the drain just as easily.
"There you go…" Sophia breathed. "Finished the appetizer. Now for the main course~"
She hefted her balls with the hand that wasn't guiding Taylor around, and the slender brunette shuddered in pleasure as she pressed her lips to them.
They couldn't take too long. Just a quick shower, after all, they didn't have all morning…but those concerns slipped away as Taylor simply let herself exist in the pleasurable moment of being in Sophia's thrall.
—--
They ended up needing to run to catch the bus. Even in a rush, though, Sophia hadn't lost one iota of her unshakeable confidence. She kept one step ahead of Taylor, giving her sidelong glances and smirking every time their eyes met.
They made it onboard the bus just in time, and by mutual unspoken agreement took a seat in the back. "...You are so distracting." Taylor mumbled as the bus started moving.
"Only because you love being distracted by me." Sophia teased, and without missing a beat she wrapped her arms around Taylor and lifted the other girl into her lap.
Sophia's bulge pressed into Taylor's ass very firmly. She'd borrowed some of Taylor's clothes, and while they were both fairly athletic and fit, Sophia was definitely curvier than the more slender, pale brunette. As a result, the normal red t-shirt and old blue gym shorts that Sophia had borrowed ended up stretched taut over her dark skin.
'Distracting' was probably the least of the words Taylor could have used to describe the view this resulted in. Running to the bus behind her with the gym shorts clinging to her muscular body had left Taylor literally wiping drool off her chin with the back of one hand. And from the brief glimpse she'd gotten before Sophia had moved her over, the front view was no less…stunning.
Taylor fervently hoped that her girlfriend wouldn't get arrested for public indecency. But so far, Sophia had just seemed absolutely bulletproof, like consequences just slid right off of her. And she hadn't seemed nervous at all about the prospect of going to school looking like she was, which meant…
Two dots connected in Taylor's head, and she realized something else entirely. Sophia was going to school looking like this…which meant she was in for a full day of Sophia looking like this.
Her usual teasing was going to be unbearable! At least they had some relative privacy in the back of the bus, if Sophia started grinding on Taylor in the middle of the hallway at Winslow, she would die.
"H-hey…uh, can I ask you for a favor, real quick?"
Sophia eyed her curiously. "A favor? Depends on the favor, I guess, but probably."
Taylor gulped. "Do you think you could…like, lay off a little today? At least while you're dressed like…this? I know you like to- uh, flirt, but you're probably already pushing it just showing up like that and if things- p-progress from there, um…" I will explode from embarrassment and social awkwardness, Taylor did not say. Instead, she continued with: "I think the clothes might tear a bit? They're not really meant to contain…all you've got."
Sophia chuckled, squeezing Taylor tighter and just grinding her bulge up into the brunette's ass. A tiny gasp escaped Taylor's lips as she felt it, her heart still skipping a beat despite how intimate and how debauched the two of them had already gotten together. With Sophia, there was a tiny part of her that was just reliving that first time all over again with every single encounter, a naive and innocent girl in the jaws of a predator once more.
"I don't think I will." Sophia murmured. "I'll replace the clothes if they rip, pet. But I don't think you'll mind. I don't think you'll notice, once I'm done with you." She slid one hand beneath Taylor's waistband, cupping her mound and hooking two fingers into the slender girl's pussy. "Imagine that. You're soaked just thinking about it." Her lover taunted. She pulled back before long, and lifted her fingers up to Taylor's lips. Without a word, Taylor opened her mouth for Sophia to slide them in and rub her own wetness against her tongue.
"And just for that, I think I'm going to make some…plans for today." Sophia pulled her fingers away from Taylor's tongue and hooked them inside of her cheek, a fishhook handhold to turn her head back over her shoulder. They slid free just in time for Sophia to replace them with her tongue, kissing Taylor aggressively and exploring her without constraint.
When she was finished, Sophia just leaned back and continued to hold Taylor in her lap. That seemed to be her final word on the matter, and she spent the rest of the bus ride silently contemplating, maybe making plans. As for Taylor, once she recovered from the lustful daze that last searing kiss had left her in, she stayed quiet as well…except the odd squeak every now and then when a pothole or speed bump pressed Sophia's package especially firmly against her.
Plans…oh god, she's bad enough when she's being spontaneous. What sort of things does she plan for!?
The thought raced through Taylor's mind, but she couldn't even pretend to herself like she wasn't anticipating it.
—--
Taylor didn't have long to wait. They shared their first class today, and Sophia shifted her desk over so that she was next to Taylor. The teacher gave her a disapproving look at the noise, but Sophia blatantly ignored her and before long the teacher just moved on. The other students took longer to look away, though. Sophia's outfit had drawn plenty of attention and wolf-whistles, from girls and guys alike, but the attention washed off her like water off a duck's back.
Taylor glanced over at her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, but Sophia just smirked at her. "Pay attention to the teacher, pet." She whispered, and Taylor begrudgingly looked back to the front of the room.
Barely ten seconds passed before Taylor suddenly felt Sophia's fingers slide under her waistband and start rubbing slow circles over the front of her panties. She nearly jumped out of the chair, but her fear of getting caught managed to overpower her shock and she forced herself to freeze instead.
Their desks covered up what Sophia was doing from casual observation, but if anyone so much as glanced backwards while picking up a dropped pencil they would clearly be able to see what was happening. And Taylor couldn't even call Sophia out on it! Despite her nerve wracking it was, it still felt so good that she couldn't trust her voice to stay steady! If she didn't clamp down on the urge to moan, everyone would know!
She risked a sidelong glance to her lover, revealing that Sophia was reclining back in her chair and leveling a bored stare at the front of the room, putting on a show of lazy participation in the class all while continuing to apply unyielding friction to Taylor's lower lips through her underwear.
Taylor bit her lip and dug her fingernails into her palms to suppress a shudder. She wouldn't keep this up for much longer, right?
—--
Sophia had kept it up all class. Her fingers worked Taylor to the edge of her tolerance, then slowed down to keep her at an unbearable simmer, over and over again.
After class had ended, she'd taken her dampened fingers out of Taylor's pants and brazenly licked them clean, giving Taylor a wink before she stood up and left the classroom.
Taylor was left to gather her things and head out on her own, assuming that Sophia was leaving her to prepare the next step of her 'plans', whatever they were.
She turned out to be incorrect.
As it turned out, Sophia had only left without her to ensure that it was a surprise when she slammed Taylor front-first up against the lockers halfway to second period.
"You'd better not let your guard down today." Sophia growled into her ear, pressing her body up against her so tightly that she was left breathless. "I've got so many fun ideas to try, and we're gonna work on getting you over that unfortunate little self-conscious streak of yours~"
The tight pants she was dressed in left nothing to the imagination when she started to grind on Taylor, one step removed from blatantly dry humping her in the middle of the hallway. Her teeth found Taylor's neck and bit, sharp little spikes of pain that made her forget their public setting and let out a moan.
Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that she could feel Sophia's heartbeat, both from the faint thump thump that was pressed to her shoulder blades and from the heavy pulsing from Sophia's shaft.
Sophia's hands slid up under her shirt, and Taylor tilted her head back in surrender as she turned to kiss her girlfriend- and met nothing but air as Sophia pulled away.
Pulled away, and took something with her. Taylor felt a faint tug and realized that through some ridiculous sleight of hand, Sophia was holding her bra. She quickly balled it up and stuffed it in her pocket, but there was no way that at least one or two of the other students in the hallway didn't see that.
"S-Sophia…!" Taylor hissed. Her cheeks were burning, but after all of that there was genuinely no way to tell how much of her blush was shame and how much was the boiling arousal simmering away in her core.
"Like I said, time to train you out of that self-conscious streak." Sophia smirked. "You're fuckin' beautiful, Tay. Slender, sexy…like an 'elfin beauty' or whatever the word was from that last english assignment."
"B-but…people will see." She mumbled, crumbling in the face of Sophia's blunt and honest praise.
"Let them." Sophia leaned forward to kiss Taylor's forehead…then breathed into her ear. "I want to show off what's mine."
A full body, bone-deep shudder raced up Taylor's spine as she involuntarily took a sharp breath. Sophia just chuckled. "Thought so. Time to hurry on, we've got another class to get to~"
—--
The next class went pretty much the same as the first one, and by the end of it Taylor was almost wishing Sophia would actually finger her properly and make her cum, because that might have at least provided a little relief for the aching heat that was still steadily rising inside of her body.
There was no such mercy, of course, and once again at the end of the class Sophia licked her fingers clean and vanished while Taylor was still mustering enough strength to stand on her own two feet without assistance.
The teacher for that class was Mr. Gladly, and he called over to her as she was leaving. "Taylor, are you alright? You're looking feverish."
"I'm fine!" She hastily lied. "I'm just- uh, to be honest, I just remembered something really embarrassing, that's all!"
"Oh! Well, if you need to get it off your chest, just let me know." He gave her what he probably thought was a cool and reassuring smile, and Taylor hurried out the door.
Could he seriously not guess what was going on after Sophia moved her desk over!? At least that class was over, though now Taylor had to be on the lookout for Sophia's next-
Strong arms wrapped around her, hugging her tight. "There you are. Took your sweet time, hmm?"
Even though she knew it was going to happen, somehow Sophia always managed to catch her off guard. It was honestly mystifying, but at this point Taylor had just accepted that Sophia could emulate a panther in terms of stealth as well as mannerisms if she felt like it.
Not that it was any comfort as her hands slid up under Taylor's shirt one again, focusing merciless attention on her slight chest. "You know, I kinda like that you don't have much going on up here." Sophia commented as her fingers grabbed Taylor's nipples and pinched. "Not that is trade mine away, hell no, but with the rest of what you've got going on it fits. Streamlined, you know? Lithe. Graceful. I've called you graceful already, haven't I?"
Taylor didn't realize she was waiting for a response until she gripped harder and gave a sharp tug. "Y-yes!" She gasped. "I think so!"
"Good." Sophia's grip relaxed, though she kept rolling Taylor's peaks between her fingers. "I'm gonna keep doing it, too, at least until you actually internalize it and stop dressing like you need to hide away from the world." One last pinch and tug and Sophia pulled away again, though not before giving Taylor another kiss. "See you later, pet~"
Taylor just watched her go, leaning against the wall as she fought to gain control of her breathing. When she took a step towards the next class, though, her shirt rubbed over her nipples in a distracting way. Taylor glanced down and realized that Sophia's attentions had made them poke out through the fabric.
She gulped, fought the urge to cover her chest…and moved onwards with her day. I am beautiful, with nothing to hide. I am graceful, and it's okay to show that off. She repeated Sophia's compliments to her over and over again in her head as she walked…and some tiny part of her started to accept them.
——-
The class was once again a sensory hell as Sophia relentlessly teased and massaged Taylor's poor pussy. Her underwear was soaked at this point, and Sophia didn't seem even close to relenting.
After that class was lunch, and for once Sophia didn't head out so that she could ambush Taylor later. Instead, she beckoned Taylor to follow her, leading her into an empty classroom instead of the cafeteria, only delaying for a moment to swing by her locker and pick up a big plastic water bottle. Taylor's heart was in her throat as she obediently followed, hoping that Sophia had finally decided to end the teasing and actually give her some release.
Sophia slid her pants down, confirming that at least Taylor wasn't the only one who was incredibly aroused. Her thick shaft was throbbing in the air, drooling precum and twitching now that it was free from the tight confines of the gym shorts that she'd borrowed.
Taylor started to undress as well, but Sophia held up a hand to stop her. "Nuh uh. Did I say you could strip?"
Taylor gulped. "S-sorry…mistress." She didn't call Sophia her 'mistress' very often, the formality of it honestly didn't really suit her. However, Taylor was determined to be on her best behavior today, hoping to earn a bit of leniency. The title drew a chuckle from her lover, at the very least, though it seemed that it wasn't enough to make her relent. Instead, she popped the lid off the water bottle and pushed her cock down inside of it, languidly stroking the six inches or so that stayed above the rim.
"You've been leaking so bad, I figured you could use a way to stay hydrated." Sophia grunted. "Not my cum. You haven't earned that yet. But I figure some me-flavored water would be good enough for a naughty little pet like you."
Maybe it was just the sight of Sophia milking precum into the bottle, but Taylor's mouth was really dry. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she watched, eyes riveted to the scene.
Sophia dipped a bit further in, swirling her shaft around in the water, before pulling back and capping the bottle again. She held out her hand. "Need to dry off. Give me your panties."
Taylor bit her lip, but obeyed. Her eyes darted over to the door, but it was firmly closed. Small mercies. She slid her shorts off, then quickly tugged her panties down and handed them over. "You're gonna give them back, right?"
Sophia snorted at the wide damp patch at the bottom of them, then bundled them up and used them like a rag to wipe off the worst of the dripping water. That done, she pinched them between two fingers and held them up to examine. "You really want these back?"
Taylor blinked. "What's wrong with them?" They weren't fancy, but that was kind of the point, right? Plain, cotton panties. Comfortable and functional.
"You deserve something a little…showier." Sophia glanced at her. "Not to mention, I deserve something a little showier. We're going shopping again after school." With that, she bundled the panties up and tossed them in the trash can next to the door.
Taylor winced. "B-but…"
"Worried you're going to start leaking through your shorts?" Sophia grinned. "Best try to control yourself, then. And also try not to enjoy my special water too much, pet~" She picked up the bottle and tossed it to Taylor. "Now come on, let's get lunch."
Despite still being fully clothed, at least technically, Taylor felt exposed and vulnerable as she followed Sophia back out into the hallway. Her nipples were still poking slightly through the fabric of her shirt, and now her arousal ran the risk of making a visible damp spot in her pants. Her heart was thudding…and there was still plenty of time left in the day.
Without even thinking about it, she took a swig from the water bottle and shivered as the flavor hit her tongue. Diluted as it was, it was unmistakably Sophia's taste, and that did not help the inferno burning in her core.
She just had to hold out until the end of the day. She could manage that…right?
—--
Lunch and the class that followed were mostly a blur. Taylor could barely focus, and she was sure that the best case scenario was that she looked feverish. Or maybe drunk. The burning in her cheeks was enough to tell her how red they were, and that water bottle emptied faster than she would have thought. Sophia had taken it with her when she'd gone on a 'bathroom break' halfway through class, and when she'd gotten back it was nice and full and more delicious than ever.
Her world had narrowed to a desperate stare at the surface of her desk, the sensation of Sophia's probing fingers, and the continual firm presence of her lover at her side. If it wasn't for Sophia nudging her, she wouldn't have even noticed that the class had ended.
Thankfully, most of the teachers were utterly apathetic about the students here at Winslow, Gladly being one of the couple exceptions, and even then he was ineffectual at best. Taylor managed to stumble out of the room without incident, only for Sophia to once again tug her away to a private corner.
'Private' was maybe an overstatement, actually. The little nook under one of the stairwells was out of the way, but only just. If anyone walked by, the two of them would be clearly visible. Despite that, when Sophia grabbed Taylor's waistband and tugged her pants down, the fear of discovery was the furthest thing from her mind.
That thick, dark cock slapped against her ass, drooling pre over her skin before Sophia pulled back. Taylor leaned forward without needing to be ordered, practically whimpering in desperation as she readied herself to finally get what she needed.
Sophia pushed forward- and slid just under Taylor's cunt. Her thick length parted Taylor's lower lips, squishing against her labia as she thrust between Taylor's thighs. That tiny, glancing stimulation was enough to make her cry out, though, and Sophia quickly clamped a hand over Taylor's mouth.
"Quiet now." She growled. "Someone might hear. Or do you not care anymore~?"
She didn't. She honestly, truly didn't. Taylor froze, panting in anticipation, her heart thudding in her chest as Sophia pulled back again…!
And then- tugged her pants back up. She'd stopped. Why did she stop!?
Sophia kissed Taylor on the cheek, grinning from ear to ear. "Can't be late to class. Come on, pet, let's finish strong."
Taylor clenched her fists, feeling like she was about to sob. Or maybe just burst on the spot.
When neither happened, she just whined in despair and stumbled off to her final class of the day, refusing to glance down in the hope that if she didn't see the wet patch that was surely soaking through her pants by now then it would simply disappear.
—--
With the final class of the day done, Taylor was a wreck. She probably looked like she'd been crying, and was positive that some of the other students were whispering about her. But when Sophia swept her up into a princess carry on their way out the door, the opinions of her classmates didn't seem all that important.
"You were so good today." Sophia murmured. "You just need to hang on a little longer, alright? I'll give you all the rewards your little heart can take, just one last thing…"
Taylor forced herself to respond, her throat dry despite Sophia's little gifted 'refreshments.' "Wh-what is it?" Please let it be quick…
"Shopping." Sophia told her. "Not at the mall, though. Someplace a bit more specialized. We're picking up a few things." She leaned down to kiss Taylor, nibbling at her bottom lip. "Then…I'm gonna make you see stars, baby~"
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Lucky-38
On the house.
Chapter 8
When Sophia had told Taylor they weren't going to the mall for this shopping trip, she hadn't been exactly certain what to expect. She was afraid that Sophia was leading her into some dingy alleyway corner store spotted with suspicious stains and filled with sketchy characters…but it wasn't that.
Once again, Sophia had subverted her expectations and surprised Taylor with what she had to show her when they ended up almost at the Boardwalk. Not completely, of course, there were probably city ordinances against this kind of shop opening on Brockton Bay's singular tourist attraction, but it was only just one street over. Close enough that it still felt like the Boardwalk and not the Docks, with only a hint of graffiti on the walls and streets still in decent repair.
"So uh…what are you getting me?" Taylor asked.
"I'll know it when I see it." Sophia easily responds. "Didn't really have anything planned out, thought I'd be spontaneous. There's bound to be something fun I can find a use for in there, this place always has good stuff."
The place in question was apparently named 'The Cherry House', which was innocuous enough. The triple 'x' underneath the name left absolutely no doubts as to what kind of shop it was, though, and despite everything that Sophia had done with her Taylor couldn't help but shrink in on herself a little as her girlfriend boldly led her inside.
The cashier was an eye-catching girl, about college aged from the looks of her. She had hair so dark it might have been dyed, black lipstick, black eyeliner, and a remarkable number of piercings. On top of her ears, she had silver studs in her nose, bottom lip, and tongue. To cap it all off, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra, since the outline of the barbell piercings through her nipples were clearly visible on her AC/DC t-shirt.
Sophia gave her a thoroughly appreciative once-over, lingering on her chest, and Taylor felt abruptly self conscious about her own modest size.
The piercings were definitely attention-catching, though. She had to admit that much to herself. Sophia's eyes weren't the only ones that lingered a little.
"You two looking for something in particular?" The goth cashier asked in a disinterested voice.
"Nah, just browsing." Sophia waved her off and took Taylor deeper into the store.
"So, um…a-are we going to buy a dildo or something?" It was an honest question that still felt silly to ask. Saying the word dildo felt dirty to Taylor, despite her rapidly expanding carnal experience.
It was practically a cycle at this point. Sophia would stretch Taylor's boundaries and reduce her to a stammering, hesitant mess. Taylor would get more comfortable with the new situation…and then Sophia would find a way to push her back into unfamiliar territory. It was like her girlfriend enjoyed watching Taylor get all red-faced and flustered!
Taylor glanced over at the faint grin on Sophia's face. Son of a- she was enjoying this!
Well…trying new things never hurt, right?
"A dildo? Pfft, why'd you ever need a fake dick?" Sophia laughed, pulling Taylor's thoughts back to the issue at hand. "Worried I won't be around to take care of you sometimes? Nah, I wouldn't leave you high and dry like that. I was thinking you could get a new outfit or two, though…"
Sophia's gaze sharpened, and Taylor followed her eyes to a set of lingerie hanging from the wall. Lacy silk stockings that hooked up to a garter belt…and very little else. Next row down, a pair of shorts and a tube top that were thin and tight enough that they might as well have been made from paint instead of fabric for all the good they'd do concealing her body. And of course, the bottom shelf held nothing but- plugs. Thick ones, thin ones, inflatable ones, vibrating ones, temperature controlled ones! Taylor's mind boggled at the variety of depravity on display at that one singular shelf.
Abruptly, Sophia leaned over to murmur into Taylor's ear, her warm breath washing over the pale girl's reddening skin. "I think one of those would be real handy training your other hole to get ready for me. Don't you?"
Taylor shivered. Her agreement wasn't necessary, but she gave it anyway with a nervous nod. Sophia's customary grin returned as she reached down and grabbed a handful of Taylor's ass, squeezing tight enough to knead it under her fingers. "Good girl. I'm gonna be putting you through your paces real soon~"
She stepped away to pick some out, keeping the labels facing away from Taylor since she apparently wanted to keep the specifics a surprise, and snagged a set of each kind of lingerie in the display as well.
They'd gotten what they'd come for, but as they started back towards the register Taylor noticed an advertisement that had another pierced girl on it. Unlike the cashier, this one was completely naked, and Taylor bit her lip as she saw the rings decorating the model's nipples, and the way the picture had captured the look on the model's face as she gave one a tug.
It was stupid. She was smart enough to know that everyone in porn was an actor, especially if it was porn that was trying to sell you something. Taylor knew she was lacking in the chest department, though, and thought this might be a good way to spice things up for Sophia there. And ultimately, of course…the thought of giving Sophia an even easier way to tease and torment her with just a touch-
Call her self-destructive, but it sent a warm flush through Taylor's body that settled right in her core.
Before her courage failed, she lifted her voice to ask. "D-do you do piercings here, ma'am?" The cashier looked up, and Sophia turned her head sharply and raised an eyebrow. She didn't interrupt, though, letting Taylor continue taking the initiative.
The cashier nodded. "Yeah, I did mine here. Which method do you want? Both cost the same."
"Which…method?" Taylor asked, floundering a little as she realized how little she knew about what she'd just asked for.
"Yeah, hang on, there's a pamphlet." The goth girl ducked under the counter for a second. There was the sound of shuffling papers, then she stood back up and slid it over to Taylor. "Look over that, I'll go ahead and ring up your other stuff."
Sophia leaned over the counter. "A pamphlet? Jesus, we look like we want to bring paperwork into our sex life?"
The cashier folds her arms over her sizable chest. "Hey, you wanna do this shit right, don't you?"
"Oh believe me, I know how to treat my girl right."
While they discussed, Taylor looked down at the pamphlet in question. It was pretty simple, just two pages illustrating the two different kinds of piercings, then a third regarding care for afterwards.
The options were apparently to either use a piercing 'gun', or a sterilized handheld needle. The gun was faster and easier to use, while the needle healed quicker and was more precise. Taylor waited for a pause in the back and forth bantering (which seemed to be quickly acquiring undertones) before speaking up. "How skilled would you say you are, ma'am?"
"First of all, cut out that ma'am shit, I'm twenty-two." The cashier snorts. "Second, I'd say I'm pretty good with a needle. That's what you meant, right? I've done most of my own piercings, plus a few for my friends. And I would recommend the needle over the gun, personally. Cleaner and faster healing is worth the extra time it takes to do. Sometimes it's best to not rip the band-aid off, you know?"
Sophia put her hand possessively on Taylor's shoulder. "My girl can handle it. She's tough as nails." Then she leaned in closer and whispered into Taylor's ear. "You might even enjoy it, naughty slut."
The cashier wouldn't have heard what Sophia said exactly, but from the way Taylor's face reddened it probably wouldn't have been that hard to guess. She grinned at the interaction. "Alright. That what you want to go with?"
Sophia squeezed Taylor's shoulder, prompting her to answer. Taylor bit her lip. "Well, I guess I'll take the needle, then."
"Good choice." The cashier stepped back from the counter and gestured for the two of them to follow. "Come this way. We have a room in the back for tattoos and piercings."
"I never got your name." Taylor murmured as she followed along, Sophia right behind her.
"Maya." The cashier glanced over her shoulder. "How about you?"
"She's Taylor, I'm Sophia." Her lover answered for her.
"Mm…you know, Sophia, your girlfriend seems pretty shy, but you look like you've been around the block before."
"Oh, you know." Sophia shrugged, and openly ran her eyes down Maya's body. "I've got some experience."
At the same time, she squeezed Taylor reassuringly, ensuring the slender brunette knew that she wasn't being forgotten.
Taylor had always known that Sophia had…flings. She had the most overactive libido of anyone Taylor had ever known, and while she was usually around to sate it, Sophia would find some other hole to empty herself into if she couldn't get her hands on her lover.
It didn't make Taylor feel jealous. Their relationship was hardly conventional anyway, what was one more oddity? She knew that she was first in Sophia's mind, and her desires. She didn't begrudge her girlfriend the occasional relief session with some girl that her dark-skinned lover barely remembered the name of.
This was the first time she got to watch Sophia working her charms on someone else, though. Just like so many others, Sophia's effortless confidence and good looks were doing the trick…and the bulge that became apparent in her jeans if you looked closely enough didn't hurt either.
Sophia seemed to notice what Taylor was thinking. Once again, she leaned over to give her girlfriend a private whisper. "Think of it as a way to celebrate the piercings. We'll get to play with someone else's and see how we can have fun with them~"
Taylor knew she shouldn't submit so utterly to Sophia's whims. This was absurd, after all. But it was so easy to be swept along with her lover's desires, and she hadn't been steered wrong yet…
"Okay, holy shit." Maya giggled, her cheeks coloring in to match Taylor's. "That is bold of you, but I kind of dig it. Good on you two for having the confidence to go for this kind of relationship, gotta say."
Taylor tilted her head, confusion edging out her embarrassment at Maya's praise. "I…never really expected anyone to think what we had going on was good. You don't think it's like…too much?"
Sophia snorted, and Maya just laughed again as she shook her head. "I mean, I don't know the specifics, but open relationships aren't exactly that crazy. I mean, so long as you both have the same opportunities, there's nothing wrong with it."
Sophia grinned. "Oh yeah, she could go have fun with anyone else, I don't mind. She won't though. They'd never be as good as me."
The casual arrogance of that statement was only matched by how right she was. Taylor hadn't even dreamed of trying to find anyone else, she didn't think it would even be possible for them to compare with her lover.
Maya shook her head while grinning. "Girl, I'd call you full of shit if it wasn't obvious how devoted your little friend there is. Look, let's do the piercing, alright? What comes next…well, we can get to that when it happens."
She opened the door to the back room. It was pretty bare bones, all things considered. There was a table in the middle that looked like it was repurposed from a massage parlor, some cabinets along the walls, and a counter with a sink. Some examples of artwork hung up on the walls, but none of it really caught Taylor's eye.
Sophia glanced around. "You said you do tattoos back here, too?"
Maya nodded. "Yeah, occasionally. They aren't as popular as piercings, though. Most people want a tattoo at a dedicated tattoo parlor, unless it's gonna be something extra saucy."
Taylor imagines that. A tattoo. It was the sort of thing she'd never, ever considered in a million years before things with Sophia had changed. But now…?
Well, if it was a good design, and if Sophia liked it, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Hypothetically.
Maya goes to rummage in one of the cabinets, pulling out a kit. "Right. Go ahead and sit on the table and take your shirt off." She opens the kit, pulling out a container of rubbing alcohol and some wipes.
Taylor suddenly felt a bit nervous. Not enough to call it off, but…well, she was about to get a needle through her tit. Even if it was worth it, it couldn't possibly be enjoyable.
Though…well, when Sophia made her feel a little pain, it was enjoyable. Would it be like that?
She guessed she was going to find out.
Sophia put her hand on Taylor's shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze as Maya walked back over. "You got this. Be a good, tough girl for me, alright?"
Taylor shivered, and the prospect of the needle didn't seem so scary anymore. Sophia always seemed to know just what she couldn't handle, knew how to take her to the limit every time. If she wasn't worried, Taylor wouldn't be worried.
Besides, she didn't want to disappoint her lover. She'd be good!
Oh, shit, her shirt. Taylor quickly tugged it off before Maya reached her. Sophia hadn't given her bra back from when she'd taken it during school, so it was just that one quick motion to leave her completely topless.
The goth girl had a marker in her hand, and she paused to examine Taylor. "Sit up straight for me? And try not to lean to either side." She held up her thumb and forefinger in an L-shape, then leaned forward and pressed them to Taylor's slight chest.
The slender girl bit the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. She was still simmering from Sophia's teasing earlier today, and even that simple little nudge was almost enough to make her squirm.
Almost. Another squeeze from Sophia had her still as a statue, barely even breathing. She could do this.
Maya used her finger as a straight-edge, using the marker to place two dots on either side of Taylor's nipple. The cold felt tip made them perk up, but Taylor resisted the urge to shiver as Maya repeated the procedure on the other side.
"There we go." The goth worker murmured, taking a step back and eyeing Taylor again to make sure the dots were aligned. "I'd hate to give you wonky jewelry. Ready to get started?"
Taylor nodded, steeling herself. Maya took one of the wipes and soaked it with the rubbing alcohol, then gently swabbed it over Taylor's nipples. The cold fabric made her gasp, and made the peaks of her breasts stiffen into hard little pink caps.
When she held up the needle, Sophia beat her to the punch on the next set of instructions. "Take a deep breath now, pet. And hold very still."
Taylor nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. And then-
She'd gotten shots at the doctor's office before, and was bracing herself for something like that except worse. However… the circumstances, her company, and the location of the needle ensured that this experience had almost no resemblance to a simple vaccination.
She very nearly let out a gasp as the cool metal slid through her tender flesh, but rather than disobey Sophia's instructions to stand still Taylor grit her teeth against the noise and didn't so much as twitch.
The chill of the needle was rapidly replaced by the heat of her body, the sharp sting of it rising and falling in time with her heartbeat. It was worse than the clamps, and the spanking, and every other pleasurable torment Sophia had inflicted on her…but not so much worse that those same feelings of pleasure those had kindled didn't mix in with the pain.
Maya slid the barbell jewelry into the hollow end of the needle, then skillfully pulled it back without too much extra motion. She put the endcap on the piercing, then stepped back to analyze her handiwork. "Looking good, if I do say so myself! Onto the next one."
Taylor hadn't yet opened her eyes, but took another deep breath as she felt Maya's hands touch her breasts.
Maybe it was because her senses had already been heightened by the first one, but as Maya sterilized her skin and the needle yet again, the caress of the swab gave Taylor goosebumps.
And when the needle slid in once more, even her ironclad resolve couldn't keep her fingers and toes from clenching slightly.
Sophia had ruined her, that was one thing she knew for certain. There's no way that she would have always gotten off to…this!
Maya inserted and capped the second barbell, and stepped back one last time. "Some of my finest handiwork, if I do say so. Go on, take a look."
Taylor did. She craned her head to look down at her own chest, and her breath caught in her throat.
It wasn't like the pictures, not yet at least. The piercings had left her breasts reddened and tender, though thankfully there didn't seem to be any bleeding at the moment. Still…the sight of the silver studs on either side of her nipples- it was just flat out kinky. This had been her idea, she'd done it to herself. It wasn't necessarily permanent, she could always just take the piercings out, but that hadn't really been the point.
It was a big step. Visible, too. And yet, she didn't feel ashamed of it. Nervous, sure, but more than anything else she felt sexy.
If Sophia had turned her into a masochist, she'd also rebuilt Taylor's self esteem, in her typical brash and forceful way.
"I love it." Taylor whispered.
Maya grinned. "Thought you would! Though, I'm gonna have to put a stop to the fun for a little bit." She approached again, this time with some adhesive bandages and gauze pads. "They're gonna be really tender for a bit. And I mean the not fun kind of tender. I couldn't help but notice that you didn't have a bra with you-" To the side, Sophia smirked. "-So here's some pads that'll stop your shirt from rubbing against the piercings. Also…" She quickly stepped back to the supplies and returned with a small plastic jar. "Some ointment. Apply it daily for the next week or so. And play gently with 'em for the next month, ish."
Taylor's eyebrows lift. A month!? But that was so long!
Maya noticed her expression and laughed. "Jeez, didn't you read the pamphlet? Could be worse. Without the ointment, the guidelines say that you shouldn't even touch them for almost a year. Cutting that down to a week, even if you've gotta take it slow for a while afterwards, is a pretty good deal."
"I guess." Taylor admitted. "What now?"
Maya's smile widened. "Now? I think I'll give you a sneak peak of what you can expect once that month is over."
Sophia slung her arm over Taylor's shoulder. "That's what I call customer service, right babe?"
If there had been any possibility of Taylor misunderstanding what Maya meant, it vanished when the cashier tugged her shirt up over her head, dragging her bra along with it.
Her heavy breasts bounced as they fell back into place, both of them capped with a glimmering silver barbell like what Taylor now sported.
Taylor's jaw dropped. Maya didn't inspire the same sort of desperate need in her that Sophia did, but holy shit. Those tits were the size of her head!
Sophia and the cashier shared a glance, and then both of them looked at Taylor. "You know…" Maya started. "Maybe I should give you a demonstration on how to apply that lotion, before anything else."
Taylor blinked, dragging her eyes back up to meet Maya's gaze. "Um- that sounds, uh, nice…"
"Better yet…" The goth girl purred. "Maybe I could let you practice on mine? I'll tell you exactly what to do~"
"I think that sounds like a good idea, babe." Sophia murmured into Taylor's ear. Her hands rested on Taylor's body, squeezing her thigh and her hip under Sophia's strong fingers. "Today was a reward for you being such a good girl for me at school, after all. It wouldn't be fair of me to keep our new friend here all to myself."
Taylor was worried that she was literally steaming with how red she'd gotten, but how could she turn an opportunity like this down? She'd never really focused much on Sophia's chest, her attention had constantly been drawn down south, so despite her rapidly increasing skills in that area she was still a tad clumsy as she reached up to cup Maya's breasts in her palm.
The goth rewarded her with a low, husky moan. "Just like that, hun. You're doing fine. Give 'em a squeeze, play with the piercings. That's the point, right? A peek of what you're in for in the future~"
Taylor swallowed hard as she ran her thumbs over Maya's nipples, feeling them stiffen against the pads of her fingers. Holy shit, this was good. It wasn't zapping her right in the brainstem like Sophia did, but…
As it turns out, it's really really fun to play with a nice pair of boobs. She wryly thought to herself.
After a second of rolling them in her hands and squeezing, she gave one of the silver barbells on Maya's chest a flick. The goth girl let out a sharp gasp, a quiver racing up her spine. "F-for the record, don't do that to yourself." She responded breathlessly. "But I personally wouldn't mind if you did it again."
So Taylor did, feeling the shiver that ran through Maya's body at an intimate level.
Sophia had been content to let the two of them get started on their own, but now that things were well and truly kicking off she wasn't going to stay out of it any longer. She slid around behind Maya, unbuttoning her pants and tugging down the goth girl's jeans to get at her pussy. As she slid her cock forward between Maya's plush thighs, Sophia chuckled.
"She is soaked Tay. Damn good work you're doing, pet~"
"I'm just…doing what comes naturally." She murmured, catching Maya's peaks between her thumb and one of her knuckles to give them a squeeze and a tug all at once. The goth girl arched her back and bit her lip, letting out another indulgent groan.
"You've got good instincts, then." Sophia continued to praise her. "You've always known how to please. Right from day one, you've been one of the best I've ever had. Seriously."
"R…really?" Taylor asked, more than a little surprised. Sophia had some extensive experience, to say the least!
Her audible shock made her lover snort. "Yeah, really. Come on, we both know I'm not the type to make up sappy bullshit like this, I tell you things straight. And I'm telling you right now, you're a goddamn treasure, the perfect little pet for me. I'm gonna keep you for the long haul, babe, and I can't wait to see what you'll manage later on."
This was- Taylor felt a stupid smile steal over her face, and had to swallow down the urge to giggle happily. It was so perfectly Sophia, blunt and possessive and genuine, but this was what romance was in their crazy relationship and the meaning of what Sophia had said made Taylor feel like she might swoon.
Sophia reached around Maya and cupped Taylor's cheek, and they kissed over the cashier's shoulder as she moaned into their ears. When they parted, Sophia matched Taylor's smile with a grin of her own. "Now, let's show this girl how we do it, yeah?"
She bucked her hips, sliding her fat dark cock into Maya's folds, and Taylor returned her focus to the goth girl's chest with enthusiasm and conviction.
Taylor was focusing on her reactions now, her fingers exploring and experimenting with different motions and pressures. She massaged, she plucked, she groped, she squeezed… she grazed Maya's skin with her fingernails and watched goosebumps stand out in the reddened trail, she tweaked the piercings and kept track of how much the amount of force changed how much Maya shivered, and before long she even got her mouth involved to kiss, suck, and nibble.
Every time she hit on a sweet spot, some combination that really set Maya off with an ecstatic squeal, she could see the goth girl's pleasantly soft belly tighten as the sensations made her clench down around Sophia. Her own lover was more restrained, but each jackpot translated almost perfectly to a lovely low grunt from Sophia or the sight of her fingers tightening their grip on Maya's hips.
The goth girl might have been between them, but ultimately this was still about them. Sophia would thrust hard, pressing Maya's body against Taylor's. Then, Taylor would work her magic and have Maya crying out and milking Sophia that much better.
After Maya's sixth orgasm, each one leaving her more receptive to their efforts than the last, Sophia evidently felt that the cashier had gotten enough attention. She pulled out, her muscles rippling under her dark skin as she bodily lifted Maya off the ground and draped her over the table, then dove hungrily for Taylor.
Her kiss felt like it sucked the air out of Taylor's lungs, her arms wrapping tight around her as Sophia yanked her shorts down and slammed herself into Taylor's soaked cunt.
They were both worked up to a fever pitch, and it was only a few deliciously rough thrusts before the two of them were cumming almost in unison, Taylor's eyes rolling back as Sophia dragged her length out of Taylor's pussy at the last second and utterly painted her slick, sweaty body with cum.
Taylor wasn't really keeping track of time anymore, and wasn't sure how long it took for the kisses and squeezes from Sophia to stop, or for the (mostly) softened dark cock to lift itself away from her feverish skin.
Maya was out of it, basically unconscious with femcum running down her thighs in rivulets, and the disjointed thought crossed Taylor's mind that it's a good thing we rang up our purchases before this.
Though, now that the moment was over, Taylor's brain was finally registering complaints from her tender breasts after they'd been jostled so sharply. Sophia was easily able to guess the reason for Taylor's sudden wince, and nodded lightly to herself as she went to the kit Maya had used and grabbed the gauze pads that she'd mentioned earlier. "Right. Let's get ya taken care of. Then…" Her lips lazily curled up in yet another grin. "I think I'll pamper you a little more. Come on, Tay. Day's not over yet."
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Author's note: Well that took longer than expected! Anyway, in my last post, I mentioned that I had an announcement? Well, I've got a now! The link is in my signature! And the next poll to determine what I write next is going to be going up shortly! Also, I hope that this puts to rest concerns that Sophia flirting with other girls would somehow cheapen her connection with Taylor.
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On the house.
To be perfectly honest, Taylor wasn't sure how much more pampering she could take. However, instead of another store or a club or something, Sophia led Taylor off the Boardwalk entirely, into the rundown and dangerous areas of the Docks.
This was pretty much the exact part of the city that Taylor's mom had told her to never, under any circumstances, visit. Here and there she could see the evidence of the violence and decay that plagued this region of the city: Graffiti and litter on most surfaces, and the odd bullet hole to round things out.
Sophia put her arm around Taylor, squeezing her close. "Don't worry, this place ain't so dangerous if you know what you're doing. I've gotcha."
Taylor smiled at the reassurance. The docks were dangerous, but she'd seen Sophia in action, and she had her pepper spray anyway. So long as they didn't run into a cape or anything, they'd be fine. "I know you do." She murmured.
Sophia ended up leading Taylor to an abandoned storefront, one of the several they'd passed on this short walk. There had been some shops still clinging on, too, but even the most well-maintained of those looked like it needed a new coat of paint at the very least.
This one, though? The front wall was floor to ceiling glass window panels, and two of them had been broken and patched up with plywood and two by fours. Some of the broken glass was still on the sidewalk.
"Uh…" Taylor gave Sophia a puzzled look. "Is this what you wanted to show me?"
The black girl rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Yeah, but the outside isn't the important part. Come on."
Stepping inside after Sophia, Taylor saw some faded signs and advertisements and realized that the place had used to be a pet store. The shelves were all empty, the ones that hadn't fallen over at least, except for a few crumbling plastic dog toys laying on the floor.
"Well that's depressing." Taylor muttered.
"Almost there." Sophia told her.
They picked their way through the detritus and reached a set of doors at the back, what used to be the offices. Sophia reached under one of the nearby shelves and fished out a key, then unlocked one of the doors. And inside, was…
"Welcome to my little bolt-hole." Sophia gestured.
The office had been converted into a tiny makeshift apartment. All of the junk had been cleaned out, and new mattress was laying in the corner with a sleeping bag on top. A portable hot plate and a small kettle sat next to it, along with a case of bottled water and a box of ramen packages.
There was even a first aid kit here for some reason, one of the big ones that people sometimes kept in their cars. Considering how ramshackle and cheap the rest of the room was, it stood out a little.
"Huh." Taylor stepped in and glanced around. "You spend a lot of time here?"
Sophia shrugged. "Not too often. But sometimes I just need a place to go clear my head without needing to worry about some dumb motherfucker being annoying, and it's nice to have a place I know I'll have to myself. Plus, if I ever get caught out in the docks at a bad time, I've got somewhere to go to ground."
"There are good times to be in the Docks?" Taylor muttered. "I appreciate you showing me this, though. If this is your secret hideout, then I guess you never really planned on inviting anyone else back here, right?"
Sophia shrugged again. "Eh, you're pretty much a completely open book to me, so I figured it's only fair if I share some of my secrets."
Taylor blushed, having to privately admit that Sophia was dead on the money there. "S-so, uh, any reason why you're showing this to me now?"
"Today's all about rewards and pampering, right?" Sophia grinned. "I figure, what's a better place to reward and pamper my girl than a place that's ours, yeah? Not our family's, not our mom's, not our school's…this place was mine, and now it belongs to the both of us. We can do whatever we want here."
She took a step forward, putting her hands on Taylor's ass and tugging her close. "And I think I know just how to get started…"
She slid Taylor's pants down and got to work immediately, two fingers burying themselves into her still-soaking cunt and hooking upwards like she's trying to press Taylor's g-spot out through her pelvis.
The brunette squealed in surprise and delight, draping her arms over Sophia's shoulders to keep herself steady as her lover played her like an instrument.
Taylor didn't think that she could ever pick a favorite activity from what she did with Sophia…or what Sophia did to her, more accurately. Everything was its own uniquely mind blowing experience in certain ways. Sophia's fat cock stretched her beautifully and made her feel so full and right, while sucking on Sophia's cock was the closest thing she'd ever get to tasting ambrosia and nectar.
Right now, though, Sophia was using her dexterous fingers to seek out and target every sensitive spot that she could reach. She slid them against Taylor's inner walls to locate the places that made goosebumps erupt from the slender girl's flesh, and proceeded to rub and squeeze them without mercy.
Every few seconds, though, she'd return to Taylor's g-spot. Sophia had hit it plenty of times during sex already, of course, but there was a world of difference between grinding over it with her cock and deliberately mashing the pads of her index and middle finger right up into the sensitive, slightly firmer place on her inner walls.
Taylor grit her teeth under the assault of pleasure, her fingers digging into Sophia's shoulder. "F-fuck, s-still sensitive!" She managed to gasp. It hadn't been that long since they'd left the sex shop, after all, and her poor cunt hadn't fully recovered from the reaming that Sophia had given her.
Sophia just grinned, uncaring of her girlfriend's raw nerves. In fact, that just seemed to encourage her, as she pushed a third finger inside and started to quickly grind them all back and forth inside of Taylor's pussy.
She couldn't hold it back anymore. Taylor cried out, dropping her head to press into Sophia's chest as she came yet again. She'd lost count of how many there had been today already, and she had a feeling they weren't even close to being done.
Sophia was basically holding Taylor up by her grip on Tay's cunt, at this point. Taylor's weight was fully on Sophia's hand, the slender girl's legs reduced to jelly by the thorough fingerbanging she'd just received. "So, what was the best part?" She asked with a grin.
"Wh-what?" Taylor gasped. Sophia's fingers were hooking inside of her, working her g-spot with unrelenting pressure.
"The best part. You know, of the thing with Maya down at the sex shop. There had to be a part you liked more than the rest, wasn't there?" She did the only thing worse than continuing: Slowing down. Sophia's fingers stopped their relentless grinding, and instead just pressed as she waited for an answer.
Taylor answered without thinking. "Feeling her fall apart between us!" She gasped.
Sophia rewarded her with more steady fingering, making Taylor whine as she started to creep towards another orgasm. "Good…" She purred. "I liked it too, you know. Fucking a girl into a coma is always a great time, but I wasn't expecting how much I loved doing it with you. Gotta say, you held up your end of things pretty damn well." Her fingers slowed down, pressing again. "What do you think was Maya's best feature?"
Taylor groaned. "H-her…tits." She forced out, trying to work her hips against Sophia's hand with no luck. "They were just…huge and fun to grope."
"Right?" Sophia laughed, and started fingerfucking Taylor again. "I like your tiny sensitive little tits too, but sometimes a pair of big ol' stress balls is great to just go wild on. Mmph…speaking of, I can't wait for those piercings to finish healing."
Taylor thought she was going to get to cum again without any further questions. She was right on the edge…but then Sophia stopped a third time, prompting Taylor to let out the most frustrated, pleading whine she'd ever made.
"Last one, I promise." Sophia murmured. "...Do you wanna do it again? With her, or someone else?"
Her response was automatic. "Yes!" Taylor blurted out. "Yes, please, a-and keep fucking me I'm so close!"
"Your wish is my command." Sophia teased, and added another finger as she resumed her aggressive massage of Taylor's inner walls.
It was only a matter of seconds before Taylor was trembling, cumming in her girlfriend's arms yet again, before Sophia just picked her up entirely. "C'mon, Tay. Let's get you rested up before you head home."
—
Over the next two weeks, Taylor was at home as little as her mom was. She loved her house, of course, but there was something exhilarating about having a space that was just for her and Sophia.
It wasn't all fun and games, though. Keeping the little office apartment tidy and available was one thing, but Taylor didn't like trudging through an abandoned department store to get there. Like she'd commented on first seeing it, it was just depressing to look around at faded posters and abandoned dog toys. Sophia hadn't seemed to mind by herself, but after Taylor voiced her complaint she pitched in to help Taylor clean the place up.
The first thing to go was the trash and the advertisements. The two of them established a pretty good routine to keep the cleanup fun, too. They would fill up garbage bags, haul them out to a dumpster outside, and whenever Sophia got a particularly good look at Taylor's ass when she was bent over picking something up, or whenever Taylor saw Sophia's muscles flex as she hefted some of the shelving out of the way, they'd drag each other off to fuck in the office.
Progress was slower than it might have been otherwise, but neither of them complained. There was no rush, and eventually they were finished.
Instead of a decaying and abandoned building, now the store merely looked empty. The shelves had been shoved against the walls or to cover any windows that hadn't been boarded up already, and the floor was cleaned of trash and swept. Aside from some grooming and bathing stations for the store's old clients that were bolted to the wall and hooked up to the plumbing, it was nothing but a big open space for them to do whatever they wanted with.
"I've got no idea what to do with all of this space." Sophia admitted.
"We don't have to fill it with anything." Taylor shrugged. "It's worth it just to not have to walk around piles of trash just to get to the hideout." She frowned thoughtfully, looking around. "I wish we had some actual money to spend on this place, though."
"Money?" Sophia sounded surprised. "So you do have some kind of plan?"
Taylor waved her off. "Not a plan. Just like, ideas. You know, get the water and power turned back on at least. Then after that…" She points at the grooming station. "We could, like, turn those into bathtubs or showers or something, if we get some PVC pipes. It would be handy to have a way to clean up before heading home. Plus, same kind of idea, maybe a washing machine and a dryer nearby? A fridge, for real food?" She shrugged. "Just thoughts, you know? It's not like we could afford that stuff, anyway. PVC pipes, maybe, but the appliances and stuff are insanely expensive."
Sophia stared off into the distance, deep in thought. She was silent for long enough that Taylor noticed, and glanced to see what was wrong. "Soph? What's on your mind?"
"Nothing. Just, uh, I've got some money. From my internship, you know? They pay me."
Taylor blinked. She'd known Sophia had some funds, but not the hundreds or maybe even thousands it would take to get everything she mentioned. "Sophia, I can't ask you to spend that much on me. All of that stuff could be, like, two thousand dollars!"
Sophia chuckled, her fleeting moment of awkwardness fading away. "Pet, what kind of owner would I be if I didn't make sure you had what you needed to live comfortably?"
Taylor's cheeks flushed. She could never muster a good counter argument when Sophia referenced their dynamic like that. She'd had an easier time keeping her composure during a mugging she'd been caught up in once. "Just don't go too crazy, alright?"
Sophia laughed. "When do I ever go over the top?"
Taylor couldn't even tell if she was being serious.
—--
True to Sophia's word, the very next day, she had more gifts for Taylor. Several hundred dollars in cash, bound up in a rubber band and tucked securely into her waistband. It wasn't enough for everything, but to Taylor's delight it was enough to get started. One trip to a hardware store later and they'd arranged for the first set of supplies to be delivered to an address close enough to their hideout to carry it the rest of the way.
Sophia had insisted on doing it like that. She didn't want the delivery guys to know exactly where the stuff was going, and Taylor figured that made some sort of sense. It wasn't like they legally owned the property, after all. So they bought a hand cart too and picked up the supplies in front of some run down laundromat.
The first project was the shower. For some reason, the plumbing still ran despite how long ago the store had been abandoned. Neither of them were inclined to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, so they just took advantage instead of trying to figure out how this place had slipped through the cracks of Brockton's utilities billing department. Unscrewing all of the pipe hookups to one of the grooming stations and unbolting it from the wall was a whole day by itself, and when they dragged it off to the side it left some ugly scratches in the floor, which Taylor told herself that they'd just cover with a rubber mat or something.
After that was done, though, the rest was pretty easy in comparison. Taylor found it to be almost fun to work with her hands like this, attaching the PVC pipe to the wall and figuring out how to caulk it into place and attach a shower head without spraying water all over the floor. They ended up needing to make a second shopping trip to buy some of those rubber mats that Taylor had been considering, with a hole cut in them so that they'd fit over the drain in the floor.
The end result was crude, but functional. No hot water, of course, and they'd had to let it run for almost an hour until the spray was clear instead of a stagnant brown mess, but they had a shower!
Sophia had celebrated by bending Taylor over the discarded grooming station, then pulling out and painting her body with cum when she was finished. After all, they could wash it off now…and even though the grooming station had been dragged aside, Sophia still managed to find a leash to wrap around Taylor's throat and tie her to one of the pipes for their first shower here together.
After all, that's how pets were supposed to bathe.
Taylor had been willing to stop there, but after seeing how well this project had gone and how much Taylor had enjoyed establishing proper amenities in their shared little home away from home, Sophia had vanished again that night and come back tomorrow with another bundle of cash.
It was just overtime, she said. Picked up a few late shifts. Pays well because nobody wants to do them. No big deal.
Taylor trusted her, and once Sophia had brushed off her concerns about the faint bags under her eyes…well, she dropped it. It wasn't going to be for much longer, anyway.
That payday had bought them a fridge, freezer, and microwave. With the little camping stovetop Sophia already had up in the office area, they could store groceries and cook meals if they wanted. Taylor felt a little silly about how domestic it was compared to the rest of their relationship, but she'd always been pretty good at cooking for herself and being able to share that with Sophia on a regular basis made her happy too.
Even if she tended to be less hungry than her girlfriend, with her belly swollen with cum so often. Sophia generously provided her with dessert, after all.
And from there, well…Sophia came up with more money, and they bought a table and some chairs. Now Taylor could slide down between Sophia's legs and service her girlfriend while Sophia ate the meal Taylor cooked. She didn't mind. She enjoyed sucking Sophia's dick as much as Sophia enjoyed getting her dick sucked. Especially when Sophia added a little doggy bed beneath the table for Taylor to kneel on. That night she hadn't even eaten the meal she'd cooked for herself, she'd just slipped into a submissive little fugue while she sucked Sophia off under the table again and again until she was stuffed and swollen with cum.
But as it kept going on like this, Taylor started to worry. Sophia was visibly tiring, getting less and less energetic with every late shift she pulled.
Every time Sophia brought back some more money, Taylor would tell her that it was fine. They had enough! But Sophia was nothing if not stubborn. I'm not gonna be keeping my girl in some shitty abandoned building. This place is ours, and it's gonna be what we deserve.
And so they got a sink. A cabinet. Plates and silverware. An electric stove. A bed. Taylor was certain that the only reason Sophia hadn't pushed for a washer and dryer was because they'd found that laundromat they took their deliveries at so close by.
And Sophia kept flagging. She was visibly exhausted. Some days, she wasn't even interested in sex, she'd show up and just flop onto their bed and go to sleep until it was late enough that they had to part ways and go home.
It was eating at Taylor too. There was something that she wasn't getting, something Sophia wasn't telling her. She became half-convinced that Sophia was doing something illegal, but she just didn't know what. Every time they said goodbye, she was nervous something would happen.
Eventually, she decided enough was enough. Their hideout was as well furnished as her actual house at this point. For the first time in their relationship, Taylor was going to set a firm ultimatum in front of Sophia, and wouldn't back down no matter what! No more of whatever she was doing!
With that resolution in mind the next time Taylor set out to the hideout, she actually felt better than she had in days. She'd put a stop to this, and get things back to normal!
She had no idea that today was the last day of normal she'd ever have.
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