Knot Safe For Work 3

Wednesday went on without a look at her or a lift in her monotone voice. “I’m quite sure Enid appreciates the rarity of finding a woman who likes being sodomized as much as she likes to give it to me up the ass. But we’re even more fortunate than that. Enid is particularly well-endowed, which is saying something, considering she’s a girl and shouldn’t be endowed at all. But her werewolf cock can shoot off a good three times before it gets soft. And it gets hard again basically as soon as she catches her breath. I’ve cuddled with her in the afterglow only to find her hard as a rock by the time I’m starting to nod off. She’ll usually fuck my pussy and mouth too before she’s done, although she considers my ass a particular treat. That’s why she usually fucks it first. It’s not that she thinks of going ass to mouth with me as something kinky. It's just that she’s not patient enough to wait when she knows I can’t deny her my ass. Whenever she wants, she can have me bent over, spread wide, and full of cum. I’d consider it a personal failing of hers, this lack of patience, but at least she can slow down enough to take out the buttplug we use to ensure I’m always open and ready to be used as a werewolf cockholster.”

Enid guffawed a disbelieving laugh. She couldn’t believe Wednesday was saying these things. Or, she could, but she didn’t expect it—the same way one didn’t expect to be slammed into by a semitruck while on a residential street.

Bianca, Yoko, and Divina were frozen in place. Only able to gape as Wednesday continued her monologue.

“Oh, and being fucked in the ass first thing means my pussy is free for Enid to go down on afterward. She says she likes the way I taste. I think she’d like it even if it was stuffed full of cum—I know I do, when she spurts in my mouth—but I understand her coming in me is more about marking her territory than anything else. Which I don’t mind, because as stated, I’m her bitch. I exist for her pleasure, because it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and I’m more enslaved to what she does to my body than I could ever be to a siren song. Mind if I finish off your drink?”

Bianca could only look stunned at the glass of orange juice beside her breakfast plate. Then Wednesday had picked it up and taken a long draught.

“Thank you. I have to hydrate. I don’t always remember to keep my Stanley bottle on hand when Enid knots me. It’s funny you should bring up me smelling of Enid’s cum when that’s the only scent other than my own I could ever imagine wearing. Yoko, Divina, I wish I could smell the two of you on each other instead of some mind-numbing cliché like Chanel No. 5. But I don’t think you’ve fucked recently enough for it to be detectable enough if you forewent the industrialized, socially acceptable scent. You’d rather buzz around your Queen Bee Bianca then indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

“I can assure that, that isn’t a problem for Enid and I. You may have made her blush, but she’s not at all ashamed of having me as a sex slave, only that I’m keeping her waiting, putting off the consummation of our mutual passion until I’ve put you in your place. Which will then shortly be followed by me being put in my place, as Enid gives me the punishment I richly deserve. But even if I weren’t provoking her sexual ire, she’d still be thinking about caressing every inch of my naked body until even I have to tremble with need. Every moment, she wants to suck on my small breasts, feel the tiny brown nipples and how quickly they harden. No matter how withholding she is in teasing me, she’s simply given me too many orgasms for the prospect of more not to arouse me. My body is addicted to her dominance. The buttplug I’m wearing now is the flag she’s raised to mark what she’s conquered.

“Even now, her control is being tested. She’s trying to get comfortable when her hard werewolf cock is jerking and throbbing inside her little white panties. She likes to let it get as big as possible before she puts it in me, just because she’s worried she’ll put it in before it fully swells and then it’ll be too much for me. So at times like this, when she’s completely tumescent, she’ll kiss and lick my nipples like she’s rewarding them for getting so hard for her. And, while she’s dripping precum so thick it’s all I can smell, she’ll slowly work down to the skin under my breasts, licking and nibbling, making sure I know how much she treasures every warm, satin inch of me. But especially my belly button. I giggled once when Enid put her tongue in there and she wants to get that out of me again, which will never happen. There’s a limit, even to how completely enslaved I am by her.

“Other than that, though, I find I can’t deny her anything. I live for moments containing pleasures like her tongue wetly trailing over my lightly quivering belly. Not stopping until her chin touches the soft black curls above my sex. Then she really goes slow. She absolutely takes her time. Enid runs her tongue through the beginnings of my thatch and I know she’s savoring the first real drifts of my scent, how turned on I am. And however slow it goes, it doesn’t stop until it reaches my inner thigh. It’s wet there. Tasty. Both my sweat and my cunt. She’ll move her tongue down all the way to my feet, then all the way back up.

“She likes how I taste, especially the cold sweat when I’m so turned on it’s an ordeal to hold it all in. Still, she doesn’t rush as she approaches my inner thigh again. She stops to suck and nibble right where I’m tenderest, before she ever gets to the moist little lips of my pussy. Then she licks through the moist curls of my hair—it’s always soaked by then, sometimes dripping—and just barely touches my cunt, which is swollen like it’s trying to meet her. Then she licks lower, and lower, and lower, following my wetness down until I feel her nose stirring my thatch and it’s my asshole her tongue is touching. She has to be able to taste her own cock there, with the amount of cum she stuffs me with in a week, but I think Enid likes the way my asshole’s flavored after she’s seeded it. Her tongue teases me—I can take being teased—but Enid can’t. She puts it in, her hot breath tantalizing my cunt if I can still pay any attention to that, and here’s usually where I come. Not because her tongue feels good in my hole, though it does, but because the hard pressure she gives me to slip it in reminds me so much of getting sodomized that I can’t help but relive having her cock in my ass. It gets me off. I can only imagine how it smells to a werewolf, having your lover come while your tongue is ass-fucking her. I think she likes it; it’s usually about here where she starts to touch herself. She’d love to just focus on getting me off, but Enid can’t help herself at times. She’s a good mistress, but she controls me, not herself.

“I moan, by the way. In case you were wondering. I wasn’t putting on an act for the sex tape. When Enid makes me come, I make sure to know she’s doing a good job.

“I put my hands on the back of her head. It’s embarrassing, but I really do like how soft her hair is. My hips rise: I love what she’s doing in my ass, but I need her to take care of my pussy too. So her tongue comes out of me, only to go back in, right where I’m all sweet and hot and ready. Only it doesn’t, it goes back out, and it comes to my clit. I hold my cuntlips open to make it easy for her to get at it, not that she needs the help. As you’d expect, Enid has one hell of a tongue.

“Sometimes she stops and takes a look, seeing how my fleshy pink pussy throbs in total need for her. I can’t blame her for torturing me. I’d do the same thing myself if the roles were reversed. My hips writhe and I dig my fingers into her scalp and when she finally gives in and lets my eager little cunt have it, it’s like I’ve died and gone to my favorite circle of Hell. Even now, I can feel her hungry lips all over me, finding my clit and sucking on it, lashing it, leaving me no choice but to come. Sometimes she lets me. Other times she doesn’t—she’ll make me wait until she has her cock buried deep in my bowels before I’m allowed to get off. Which is hardly a wait. The moment she’s popped the plug out of me, I’m pretty much having an orgasm. Her actually pounding me until she gets her knot in is—”

Abruptly Enid was up on her feet. Taking Wednesday by the hand, she pulled her up with her and led her out of the courtyard, yanking her along at a fast stride that told Wednesday that if she didn’t keep up, she would be in for a very bad punishment.

Not the fun kind.

The kind like not being allowed to use her typewriter until Enid was ready to accept her apology.

Or Enid playing her music without Wednesday being able to wear headphones.

Or Enid might take the buttplug out and leave Wednesday entirely on her own for a full day while she hung out with her Pack.

Even Wednesday felt a sense of dread as Enid led her deep into Nevermore’s halls, finally throwing open the door to an empty classroom and shoving Wednesday inside.

“It’s time for relationship drama, isn’t it?”

Enid thrust herself into the classroom, barely restraining from slamming the door behind her. “How could you do that?”

“I shut her up without resorting to homicide. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Happy? With you talking about our love life to not just Bianca, not just Yoko, but all three of them!? Even Divina!”

Even Wednesday had to quirk an eyebrow. “You’re the one who released our sex tape to the entire school.”

Enid stomped a kitten-heeled foot. “Yes, Wednesday! When we were having sex! When I was supposed to be turned on! Not on Monday morning, in the middle of lunch, with me sitting right there, with my prick getting so hard that it hurts and a wet spot on my panties that I can guarantee won’t come out in the wash! And as upset as I am with you, still all I can think about is how good your ass would feel wrapped around my throbbing hard-on! Which I’ll probably have all day, thanks to you!”

Wednesday shrugged. “You could try thinking about baseball.”

“Baseballs are almost exactly the same as tennis balls, Wednesday! They only make me more excited!” Enid heaved a sigh. “Bend over the desk. Bend over the desk right now and lift your skirt!”

Wednesday did as she was instructed, hoping that action without any caustic remarks would show Enid how sorry she was. But of course, Enid was in such a state that she was unlikely to appreciate the lack of color commentary. All she could appreciate now was that Wednesday made too good a cum dumpster for her quirks to ever ruin their relationship.