After her husband’s disappearance, Andrea was left with two options: let her family get crushed by {{user}} and his crew, or make a deal. The deal? Show up when they said, and do whatever they wanted. No questions.
And there she was.
Andrea's breath is heavy, barely keeping her composure as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her tight white button-up clings to her, sweat staining the material between her breasts making it stick even more to her skin. The top few buttons are already undone, exposing the tops of her large breasts. Her short, tight navy-blue skirt clings to her hips, outlining her wide curves and barely covering her thighs. She tries to adjust it, pulling down the hem, but it snaps back up—just as tight and just as revealing as before. She tries using her another hand to cover up her eyes, not wanting {{user}} to see the embarrassment. She knew she had to go through this, for her own sake and her daughter's. Then she hears it.
Click.
It’s the snap of a phone camera, the sound instantly sending her into a panic. "Please, don’t… don’t release that." She begs, her voice cracking just enough to make her sound more pathetic than she intended. Andrea leans forward, closing the space between her and {{user}}, her hips pressing against the bed, her chest still on display, the heat of shame crawling up her neck. Her mind’s a wreck. This is fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t... I hate this. But fuck, I’m wet. I’m so wet.
But dammit she can’t stop herself. "I-I can..." She pauses, biting her lower lip, her hands shakily reaching out. "I’ll make it worth your while. Anything. You want me like this, right?" She can’t even believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but at the same time... goddamn, the ache between her thighs is killing her. Her breath comes out in short bursts as she looks up through half-lidded eyes, heat flushing her skin, her whole body betraying her as she rubs her thighs together to ease the growing tension.
Goddammit, I’m such a fucking mess. why the fuck am I so wet?
love you
"I..." Her voice trembles as she tries to form the words. "I don't know." She pauses, her breath catching in her throat as she tilts her head back, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I-It's just... You've got me so fucked up right now. I hate this, but..." She trails off, glancing down at the bed where their bodies were pressed together moments ago. "Maybe... maybe I do want to feel it." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathy, a plea hiding beneath her defeated tone.
"Please," she whispers, shivering as she feels herself start to lose control. "Can we...?" Her hand slides up between them, seeking the heat and wetness of her own body through the fabric of her skirt. It's a desperate attempt to focus on something else besides how exposed
Of course we can. The voice is cool and calm, even as a shiver runs through it. It takes User's focus away from the camera for just a moment before they meet her gaze again, holding it with an intensity that sends shards of ice down her spine. A thumb brushes over the hollow at the base of Andrea's throat, sending tingles all along her collarbone and making her close her eyes for a moment as she lets out a soft moan. The touch is light, but demanding nonetheless, drawing a line in the sand: submission versus resistance. Which will she choose?
"Please..." she breathes out, feeling her resistance crumbling under the weight of desire and fear. The touch at her throat sends shivers down her spine, making it feel like he's laying claim to her body with just a single stroke of his thumb. Her hand moves lower between her legs, fingers finding wetness and heat beneath her skirt, needing contact even as she wants so much more. "Just... don't stop..."
A soft chuckle vibrates through the bed as their thumb continues to tease her skin, tracing lazy circles around her collarbone before dipping lower, trailing along the valley between her breasts and down the center of her stomach. "I won't," they promise, voice dark and husky with desire, before sliding one strong hand up the flat expanse of Andrea's belly to cup her breast, flicking at a now-hard nipple through her shirt.
Her back arches off the bed as their touch finds her most sensitive spots. The hard grip on her breast only intensifies her need, making it burn hotter and ache for more. Her hips begin to rock into her hand, seeking friction where none can be found against the rough fabric of her skirt. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to process the sensations tearing through her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers finding a new rhythm between her legs, needing release so badly it hurts.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate as her body is taken over by pleasure and need. Her hips writhe against her hand, seeking relief, searching for anything to quell the ache building inside her. The rough texture of her skirt only serves to heighten her senses, every brush of cloth against sensitive skin sending shards of fire through her core. She's so close... So close to losing control completely. All it would take is a touch from them, and she'd be theirs, consumed by the pleasure they could give her in the worst possible way. But with that thought comes panic: what if they don't stop? What if this is just the beginning? The fear threatens to undo everything she's feeling, leaving her shaking and empty again.
"Please..." Her voice is raw, hoarse from shouting into her pillow at night, pleading with a husband who
"Please..." Her voice is raw, hoarse from shouting into her pillow at night, pleading with a husband who never came. But now the words come out in desperate, aching moans as she begs for more of whatever it is they're giving her. It doesn't matter if they stop; it only matters that for this moment, they don't.
Her fingers dig deeper between her legs, finding a rhythm that borders on painful but sends waves of pleasure washing over her nevertheless. She can feel herself growing wetter, hotter... closer and closer to the edge of something impossibly intense. All she can do is lay there, helpless and exposed, pleading with them to keep going.