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"Do you want to try something... different?"	By : Marrrrrrr Category: 1 through F > Community Views: 5008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-"Do you want to try something... different?"
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"Different? I don't understand. You don't like the way we have sex?" He sounded worried.

Britta hears him breathing, somewhere behind her, but she doesn’t turn to look. She’s on her knees, her rear sticking up in the air as her fingers work in and out of her wet, dripping cunt, holding herself up with one shaky arm. She knows his eyes are boring into her, watching her play with herself. But he’s totally silent.

She hears him stand, suddenly, and walk over to the bed, but he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t even touch her. His breathing is louder, deeper, and she needs to feel him inside her more than anything in the world. She wiggles her ass at him, provocatively. He responds by slapping it, hard, and the sting of his hand against her flesh makes her whimper and flinch forward.

"Quiet," Troy says, his voice hard, and she shivers. “I’m going to fuck you now. Get ready.” She brings her hand away from her sex and lays on her forearms, presenting herself to him.

"No! Of course not. I love the way we fuck." It was intimate, and trusting, and usually involved lots of eye contact, lots of reassurances. Lots of ‘is that okay?’s and 'I like that's. "It's just that..."

He grabbed her hips, his fingers grasping into her skin. He entered her roughly, but she’s so excited, so ready for him, that his cock slides in easily, stretching her. Filling her. She presses her face into her mattress, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out as he hammers into her. He’s so deep. And his balls slap into her clit at the end of every forceful thrust in a way that makes desire spike through her cunt. Her breath is louder, quicker and more insistent. She moans. She can’t help it.

He spanks her again, hissing sharply, and she screws her mouth shut, willing herself to stay silent, to keep the ecstasy bottled up in her, so it’d twist and turn into itself, kinking and knotting her insides.

“What?” he asked, turning in bed to look at her. She pulled the covers a little bit tighter around herself. “I’m sorry if I came off as defensive. I shouldn't have made it about me. But you can tell me, Britta. I know there’s plenty of stuff I’m into sex-wise that’d seem pretty weird to most people. But you don’t judge me about it, so I’m not gonna judge you.” His hand found hers.

“Such a good little bitch,” he says, slapping her other cheek this time. She grunts, feeling a hot, electric tingle spread spider-like out from her core. His fingers wrap into her hair, pulling her head up, and she loses it, crying out. She spasms, contracting around the velvety smoothness of his cock as it drives into her.

He responds by redoubling his pace, and she feels a delicious pull in her scalp as his fingers tighten in her hair with every stroke. She let’s his touch guide her, pushing back into him with the same rhythm. His prick is hitting her exactly the way she loves, the way that makes her entire pelvis feel like it’s on fire.

“Sometimes... sometimes I just want...” she paused, thinking, trying to figure out how to phrase this. “Sometimes I want someone to treat me the way I think I deserve. You know... in my darker moments.” They’d talked about that before, about the way she thought others saw her. About how she sometimes thought she was a hateful, wretched thing, undeserving of love or understanding.

“You mean... like...” Troy was hesitant. “Mean... and stuff?”

“Horny little cunt!” he almost spits. “You like this don’t you? Being treated like a cheap fucking-” he thrusts into her, even harder, “-WHORE?” She moans again, earning herself another rap on her sensitive, reddening rump. “That’s good. Cause this is what you’re best at, isn’t it? Taking a man’s cock up your slutty little fuckhole.”

“Yeah...” she said, turning her head away. He curled his fingers into her palm, brushing it ever so slightly. “It’s kind of like a... pressure release for my anxieties I guess. It’s... I feel kind of weird about it, given my politics and everything. But I don’t know, I think maybe that’s part of the appeal?” She looked over at him, wincing. “God, that sounds really pathetic doesn’t it? Selling out my ideals for an orgasm?”

He stops, suddenly, and she hears the boxspring squeak as he brings a leg up onto the bed next to her. There’s a pressure on her back, gentle but firm, and she let’s him push her chest back down into the mattress, her arms flattening on either side of her head. His hand comes around her waist to strum at her clit, and even though the attention to her sex breaks the illusion that this isn’t about her pleasure, she doesn’t complain. Not when his fingers are so quick and skilled as they play with her.

He takes several deep breaths for a moment, his dick still and motionless inside her, before he begins again. He’s higher over her, and penetrates even more deeply into her. His thrusts are shorter, but he can put more of his weight into them now, and he plows her into the mattress. His tempo is starting to break down, but between the angle and the direct stimulation of her clit, the heat builds even stronger and quicker than it did before.

“Hey...” he said, lightly, bringing his arms around her. “It does not. Sex stuff is always weird, even if all you’re into is like straight missionary or whatever. You’re putting a part of yourself in another human being! Or, like, the other way around I don’t wanna be sexist. In any other context that’d be crazy, but because it feels really good we don’t give a shit. Because feeling really good is the best.

“I want to make you feel good, Britta.” His breath was hot on her ear. She whimpered as his fingers traced the opening of her sex. “I want to do it so bad. More than anything. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

She cums again, mewling uncontrollably deep in her throat. His fingers are lightning fast against her clit, and the orgasm stretches out, her tension refusing to plateau and drop off, and it swallows up another set of pulsing contractions before it ends. He’s leaning over her body now, and she can feel the sweat dripping off him.

“Get on your back,” he says, and his voice is higher now, softer. He slides out of her, stepping off the bed, and she obeys, rolling over. She can see his face for the first time; his mouth is hanging half open from exertion, his eyes big and caring. He’s obviously broken fully out of character now, because his expression is one of total and complete adoration. Her eyes go to where he’s pumping his fist up and down over his thick, hard cock. He moves in again, pressing his dick against her clit and thrusting against it. He comes, spraying her stomach and chest with his semen, before collapsing on top of her on the bed.

Her breathing was quick, flirty. She quivered, and pressed her elbows into her chest, flattening her breasts. She gnawed on a knuckle, moaning. “O-okay...” she said, buzzing little shapes forming in the corners of her vision as her legs began to spasm. “But not here. My -gnggh- my place. Later.” There’d be time for talk about safe words and specifics later, when need burned less intensely through her core. She lifted herself, swinging her hips over his and straightening up, pressing into his chest for stability. “More privacy.” His hands come up to grip at her waist as she straddled him.

“I love you,” Troy says, panting as he presses her into the mattress, seemingly not caring that he’s smearing himself with his cum as he rubs his body into hers like this. He kisses her, slowly, and she allows herself to enjoy this for a moment. The loving sweetness of his tongue and hers exploring, each trying to map every inch of the other. They finally have to break, Britta gasping for breath, grapsing uselessly at him, too far gone to do anything more than run her hands up and down his back. “I love you,” he repeats as he kisses down her neck.

“I love you too,” she says, closing her eyes, taking a moment to luxuriate in the attention. He seems to be trying to make up for the lack of physical contact up till now; his left hand rubs up and down her still quivering thigh as his right caresses her hair, his fingers gentle and soothing this time.

Afterwards, after the sex and a brief cuddle, they dressed and headed out into the kitchen for breakfast. Even though they always sleep naked when she spent the night, she kept a change of clothes here. She’d been surprised by how little she’d freaked out about that, when it had started happening. She’d bolted from relationships over way more minor symbols of commitment, but with him it just felt... practical. Why wouldn’t she save herself a drive home in her previous day’s outfit?

She looked at him from across the table, over the bowl of oatmeal he made for her. They made eye contact. Abed was saying something, talking about some point of trivia or something, but she wasn’t listening. She smiled at Troy, a little nervously, and he smiled back.

She couldn’t wait to get him alone, where they wouldn’t have to restrain themselves for fear of being overheard.

“Did... did you like that?” she asked, finally, after enjoying his ministrations for a while. He nodded, breathing deep, his forehead pressing into her shoulder. “Yeah? That get you off?” She adds an edge to her voice that she doesn’t really feel, for his benefit. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” he says, weakly, still panting.

“Thought so. Freak. Getting off on taking advantage of me.” She shoves him, forcing him to roll off her. “Such a naughty little boy.”

“D’ya... d’ya think you can do the same thing to me, too?” Troy asked suddenly, a little while later. They were in her car, driving to Greendale.

“Huh?” she asked, unsure for a moment what he meant.

“You know.” He paused. “That whole... being mean during sex thing. Do you think we can try... we can try it with you being the mean one?” He sounded so hesitant, so unsure.

“Oh! Sure,” she said, a little surprised. She guessed she really shouldn’t be, though; Troy usually liked it when she took charge, she’d just never thought to add that particular element into the mix. She grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. “Of course, Troy. We can try anything you want.” She felt a little flutter of excitment swell up in her chest. “I want to make you feel good too.”

She reaches into her nightstand, pulling out a metallic, bullet shaped vibrator and a bottle of lube. She also grabs the white towel she’d left draped over the side of the bed, and throws it unceremoniously at him.

“Here. I don’t want you to make a mess all over my sheets, you dirty little perv.” On his hands and knees now, he drapes it under his pelvis, his ass sticking up into the air. She twists the bottom of the vibrator, letting him hear the noisy vvvvvrrrrrrrr of the little motor inside. She grins.

The night is still young.
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