Bend Over Fan Girl

Content Notice: This piece of erotica is entirely fiction despite references to real events like Free Comic Book Day. Any similarities to real people or places are entirely accidental.
Both characters are of the age of consent despite pet names like “little girl” and neither are related despite the use of the term “Daddy.” Here “Daddy” is not related to the character’s gender but part of their Dominant/submissive roleplay. All actions described are meant to be understood as done with consent. Please enjoy

“I just love your blog.”
Raleigh looked up and forced a smile. It was rare when a guy recognized her from her blog and cam modeling work online but when it did, she tried not to be a nervous wreck. Being at her day job didn’t help. “Thanks,” she said, glancing at the customers milling about the comic books and games behind him. She hoped not too many would overhear the conversation. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of being a cam model, but there were kids in the store.
“I’m your biggest fan,” the guy went on. He was tall and decent looking though not Raleigh’s type. His Captain America shirt filled her field of vision as he moved closer to the display counter she was rearranging. “I was wondering -”
“I think you’re wrong there, chief,” a familiar voice interrupted from behind Raleigh. “I’m her biggest fan.”

Turning, Raleigh couldn’t hide her open mouthed surprise. “Canis! What are you doing here?”
Standing just at the end of the L shaped counter was a tall platinum blonde woman in leather pants and jacket looking ready for a rock concert, not a comics event despite the “Han Shot First” statement on her black t-shirt. “Well, I couldn’t miss free comic book day, now could I? I hear there’s a free Vampirella.” She gave her girlfriend a cocky grin before opening her arms.
Raleigh plunged into Canis’ hug and sighed. It had been a few weeks since they last saw each other. Despite loving that Canis was able to pursue her musical dreams, Raleigh hated being apart. “I missed you,” she murmured against the black leather.
“Take a break,” Canis said, a gleam in her dark eyes.
Raleigh looked across the main room to Eric, her business partner. He gave her a smile and waved towards the back storeroom as if shooing the couple off. Before she could excuse herself from the customer still watching them with a sullen look, Canis grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, “Come on. I got a present for my girl.”

The way Canis said my girl made Raleigh weak in the knees. She nodded and led Canis towards the back of the store towards the door with an Employees Only sign. Shutting it behind her she moved past the office as employee bathroom and on to the larger, quieter stock room.
The room was dimly lit with fluorescent lights that needed new rods more than a month ago. Raleigh pushed some of the half empty boxes out of their way and looked around to see if there were any chairs. Before she could rethink going to the office, Canis moved behind her and ran her hands down Raleigh’s waist.

Bend Over Fan Girl
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“Doesn’t my girl want her present?”
Canis’ tone, a low almost growl, told Raleigh what her dominant lover had in mind. “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured softly.
One of Canis’ hands left Raleigh’s body, leaving a remnant of heat through the thin “Come to the Dark Side” tank top.
From her pocket, Canis pulled Raleigh’s present and held it out so she could see it.
Raleigh flushed as she eyed the black silicone butt plug. It was bigger than the beginner size she was used to. Canis turned it to show her that instead of a crystal base this one had the Alliance Starbird logo.
Thank you…” Raleigh whispered and went to take it from Canis’ hand. Her girlfriend closed her hand and held it away from her instead.

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“Bend over,” Canis ordered, her grin almost audible.
While Raleigh hesitated, she did as she was told. The hem of her pleated skirt brushed the back of her plump thighs as she bent. Canis’ free hand followed the hem and pushed the skirt up over Raleigh’s ass and settling it on her hip.
“Mmm hello there,” Canis murmured, running her palm over Raleigh’s R2D2 panties. “Planning on showing off what a good little fan girl you are today?”
While Raleigh had planned to take a few impromptu pics for her cam modeling account, she was hardly thinking of that right now. Instead her attention was twisted between how nervous she was about the size of that plug and how good it felt to have Canis touching her again after weeks apart.
Slowly, Canis pulled Raleigh’s panties down to reveal her luscious ass. Once over the tops of her thighs, Raleigh’s panties fell easily around her ankles, making her feel wonderfully vulnerable.
Raleigh focused on keeping calm as Canis moved around behind her. Despite taking soft, slow, deep breaths, she yelped when the cold drip of lube hit her ass hole.

“Hush now, little girl. Do you want your fan boys out there to hear you? Perhaps you’d like to come give them a show?” Canis’ slick, lube-covered finger ran over her tight opening. She knew she was working Raleigh up by appealing to her exhibitionism fetish. “Want them to see you bare and forced open? See what a good girl you are for me?”
Canis slid one finger inside Raleigh and watched as the red head trembled and took her inch by inch. Pulling it out she added more lube to press in two fingers this time, stretching her. “Relax sweetness. We don’t have much time before you have to get back out there.” Two fingers to the second knuckle before scissoring them ever so slightly. “Don’t want you walking funny because I had to ram your present in you too soon.”

Raleigh whimpered. “Daddy, please.”
“Please what?” Canis asked, her tone harsh but her expression that of wolfish glee.
“May I touch myself?” Raleigh spread her legs and bent forward a little more to show Canis just how needy she was.
“Is my little girl’s pussy wet?”
Raleigh nodded, her red ponytail bobbing.
“Spread it and show me.” Canis didn’t let up from stretching and stroking Raleigh’s ass as she watched.
Raleigh used two fingers to stroke her wet labia before spreading them wide, revealing every wet hole to her beloved.
“Mmm that’s a good girl.”

Canis pulled her fingers from Raleigh’s ass and took the butt plug from her pocket. She ran the silicone toy over Raleigh’s wet cunt, teasing her sensitive clit and needy hole. “Want it, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Raleigh whimpered, rocking her hips back to try and coax the plug into her pussy.
“No no,” Canis chided and pulled the toy away. She coated it liberally with lube and ran the tip over Raleigh’s prepped anus. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, Daddy. Please, I want it.” Raleigh panted, aching to be filled.
Slowly, Canis pushed the plug into her little girl’s needy ass.
Raleigh whimpered, wiggled, and stamped her sneakers but her lover was insistent. Finally, a silent pop and the plug was in. Her anus closed over the plug, stoppered by the Alliance decal base.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” Canis said, looking over her work.
Raleigh poured as she tried to adjust to the feeling. “For you, maybe.”
A loud smack filled the air and Raleigh’s ass cheek burned from the reprimand.
“Check yourself, little girl,” Daddy Canis said icily.
“Sorry, Daddy. Thank you.” Raleigh swallowed down any other bratty remarks she had.
Silently, Canis pulled her phone from her back pocket and shot a few photos of the wet scene before here. She directed Raleigh to look back over her shoulder so she could capture the wanton expression and red cheeks along with the lubed and filled ass and flush pussy. She sent these to Raleigh’s phone and directed the girl to take her panties the rest of the way off and hand them to her.

“Very pretty,” Canis said as she wiped a little lube off of Raleigh’s ass cheek with her panties. “Time to get back to work.” She pocketed the panties and pulled the door open.
Brushing her skirt back over her ass, Raleigh straightened and turned. She could feel the thick, heavy presence of the plug in her ass as she moved. “Oh no, Canis…I can’t leave this in…” Her voice faltered as her dominant gave her a cold glance.
After a moment, Canis smirked. “Take it out of it gets to be too much but if you’re a good girl for me and keep it in, I’ll make sure it’s not the only wet hole that’s filled tonight.”
With that, Canis turned and left, letting Raleigh decide her own fate.

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Record Orgasms – Fantasy Smut Friday

Thank you to Charlton for using my prompt idea for this week’s Fantasy Smut Friday! Forced Orgasms are one of Mr. Faust’s kinks and while part of me knows I shouldn’t complain…I have had many a morning walking funny and sore all over from this very kink. I hope my little peek into this particular fetish, Record Orgasms, gives you all a smile.

Record Orgasms

Lottie gripped the ropes tethering her to the foot of the bed, panting. Her whole body was slick with tears and sweat and cum. It was all too much and she hoped they were done with her, surely she couldn’t take anymore.

“I love you like this.” She moaned as Maddox growled those words into her ear. Was she really so far gone that just his voice was making her body convulse in mini orgasms? As if to answer, he went on. “Look at how beautiful you are, so needy and ready. Your pussy so wet and pink.”

Wet was an understatement. After being fingered and licked and sucked and fucked, filled with lube and dildos almost Maddox’s whole hand and his cum…her pussy was more than a little damp and blushing by now.

Turning from Maddox, Lottie looked to their boyfriend for aid. Dylan only smiled as he stood in the corner. Maddox had stripped him down to his boxer-briefs and hooked a chain onto his black leather play collar, restraining him tot eh corner of the room. From there he watched his dominant torture his beloved girlfriend.

“What number are we on, Puppy?’ Maddox asked, using his pet name for Dylan.

Pulling his gaze from Lottie’s tear streaked face, he looked at the dry erase board on the wall. It was littered with lines that he’d drawn during their hours of play. A quick glance told him the answer. “Twenty-three.”

Maddox leered over his girl. “Just three more and we break your record, sweetness.”

Lottie stared up at him, wide-eyed. She tried to think of any excuse that might make him stop but her mind failed her as Maddox ran his hand between her legs and jiggled the plug in her ass. Her next three orgasms would be torture.

Primal Tentacles #FantasySmutFriday

When my friend Charlton Todd shared that this Fantasy Smut Friday prompt was Tentacled Lover, I’m sure he knew he had me hooked. I have a tentacle fetish, as mentioned in my recent toy review. I’m also into Primal play (and I know Charlton is too) so I thought I’d combine these fetishes in my story: Primal Tentacles.
There’s just something about the idea of an appendage filling and wriggling around that I find arousing. Apparently I am not alone as tentacle erotica and hentai are a big seller in the monster sex subgenre of erotica.

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Primal Tentacles

Primal Tentacles

Misha tried to muffle her heavy breathing behind her hands as she stared out at the open field. Her erratic heartbeat pounded in her ears like a war drum, making it impossible to tell if any noises in the woods behind her were footsteps or her own imagination.

She knew going out into the open was a foolish idea, but she couldn’t see in the woods. The moon directly above her was barely half full and its light made everything grayscale despite the autumnal rage of colors that painted the woods during the day. If she lingered on the edge of the field, she might be able to rely on the moonlight a little longer.

How long? That was certainly the question but as adrenaline coursed through her, making her shake more than the cool breeze on her naked flesh, she couldn’t think clearly. All she could focus on was the knowledge that he was hunting her and he would surely find her.

That’s what his kind do, wasn’t it? Sorcerers of dark forests and wild hedgerows that hunt village maidens, fledgeling witches, and lone shifters. They could hunt them like their prey’s very skin sang to them through the shadows. For all Misha knew it did. The same way her body sang in achey tones when she first met him, the Sorcerer Alec.

A snap behind her, clear as a church bell, sent all thoughts flying from her head and her feet running. She didn’t worry about being in the open now, he’d found her.

It took Alec seconds to snatch Misha as she made her way into the open field. His words floated through the still night, a strange language sounded more like the growls and hisses of strange animals than any human man. They summoned dark shapes from the shadows that writhed and twisted, ready to do his bidding as his hands took hold of Misha’s flesh and threw her to the earth.

Misha struggled against Alec mindlessly as he pinned her down. His own bare body felt hard and cool as stone against her hot flesh. She wondered if she would somehow simply melt beneath him, every inch he touch felt like it would dissolve into a pool of need even as she fought against it.

Her nails found his arms, scratching at his flesh and reminding her that despite his power he was a man. As if to drive this knowledge home, his hips bucked against hers, sliding his hard cock against her ass.

His hand pressed against the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her dreads as he pressed her upper body to the meadow floor. She tried to push back up but something stopped her. His shadows, minions of dark power, slithering up from the earth and over her body like cool, dry eels. The wrapped around her ankles, climbed up her thighs and their strength was his own, binding her.

Realizing that her chance of escape was now dismal, Misha let out one last attempt to break his hold. She arched and threw her weight up against him but only managed to shove her breasts against his arm and press the head of his cock between her ass cheeks.

Alec groaned against her neck and hissed, “Submit,” as he shoved her back down with his whole body. The moment her body relaxed beneath his, Alec bit her neck and made his claim. She whimpered and the sound alone seemed to sent the shadows into a frenzy against her body. Misha was his, was theirs, fully.

Pulling back, Alec looked down on his capture. Her skin shone in the moonlight, a darker gray than his own, sweat making her glisten. His night eyes made out the outline of his bite mark and a few bruises just beginning to show. A flick of his wrist and the tentacles he’d summoned wriggled over her, yanking her arms and gathering her dreads into a firm hold.

He took his time sliding off of her, enjoying her warmth and the scent of her all too much to rush this. With a simple movement of his hand, the tentacles stretched his prey out before him. No matter how she tried, she could not curl in on herself and hid any part from him or the moonlight. She couldn’t hide her heaving breasts with her dark nipples taught, or the tell-tale glisten between her legs.

The tentacles wriggled along her limbs, covering them even as they revealed by stretching her out completely. Misha whimpered at both the exhibition she’d become as well as the feel of those cool creatures that were moving against her skin. Looking Alec over, she hoped to find some sort of compassion but none was found. He stood still as the night itself, watching her with a menacing glint in his eye. A coil of tentacles wound its way up his own legs, stroking his engorged cock as another disappeared behind him.

Misha quickly developed an idea of what the other tentacle was doing when one made its way up her thigh and caressing the cleft of her ass. She cried out as she felt the cool limb press into her and, without lube, opening her and filling her. It didn’t hurt but that did not ease the violating, full sensation it gave her.

Before she could get used to the feeling of being fucked by the inhuman limb, Alec captured her attention again. He moved against her faster than she expected. His hands roamed roughly, scratching and grasping at the folds of her flesh, the fullness of her breasts and hips. She could feel each abrasion and bruise under his aggressive claiming hands. A scream was muffled by another tentacle, winding through her dreads and up her jaw to her mouth. It was tasteless and cold but caused her jaw to ache as it fought her own tongue. She didn’t dare bite, for fear it would sympathetically harm its summoner. Looking past its shadow, she saw Alec’s face a mere inch from her own. It was scratched and sweaty and fierce.

The tentacle around Alec’s cock fell away as he took it in hand. Slowly, he ran the tip over the slick folds of her pussy before thrusting into her. He didn’t prepare her anymore than that. He fucked her hard and fast, with no mercy. He watched her between bites on her breasts and collar, reveling in the soft submission in her eye and the whimpers and cries from her beautiful mouth. Tears fell and he licked these away, tasting all of her. 

Misha knew, somewhere in the distant back of her mind that could think past her over-sensitized and overstuffed pussy and ass, she would spend hours in the morning rubbing her healing hearth-witch salve on herself and Alec to alleviate the soreness from their chase and fucking. That was a million years away, long after the beast within her lover-captor was sated.

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If you enjoyed this short piece, you can read more tentacular erotica in my story Tender, available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.