by JustSkipIt » Wed Jun 02, 2004 5:54 pm
Natti - Thanks. Yep, always going to be some for some people’s taste and some for others…
Title – Please Part 14A Girls Night Out
Author– JustSkipit - Debra
E-mail – No thanks. Post in the thread.
Feedback – Sure. I’m experimenting with first person again so bring it on.
Spoilers–None
Rating– Is there something past NC-17? NC-18?
Disclaimer – Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.
Thoughts in italics!
I finished my shower and entered the bedroom to find Tara already nearly dressed. “Wow,” I commented surprised that she had dressed so quickly, “that was quick.” Tara had laid an outfit on the bed for me: jeans and a nearly sheer white blouse. My lover was also wearing jeans with a black leather vest which looked very fucking hot. In fact, I wanted to take her right there and then.
Anya had returned from her honeymoon complaining that she hadn’t had a bachelorette party. Apparently she sat next another set of newlyweds on the plane to Hawaii and had heard about the woman’s wild bachelorette party. “We’re going out this Saturday night,” Anya had declared Wednesday afternoon and no amount of pleading could convince her to change her mind.
She called and reserved a table at Sunnydale’s only male strip club. We all argued that if we simply had a party at the Bronze, Dawn, Giles, and Xander could all come but she said that part of the point of a bachelorette party was to keep the men and children out. Then I said that the two of us had no interest in seeing mostly naked men. Anya being Anya declared that we should simply imagine mostly naked women and that she and Buffy would have enough fun for everyone.
As I was still thinking of the things I would love to do with Tara’s body, I felt her arms wrap around my waist. Her lips were touching my ear as she whispered, “I’m not thinking that I’ll be very excited about the show.”
“Me neither,” I agreed, noting how her arms were brushing up against my breasts, my nipples hardening already.
“I’ll need something to keep me entertained,” Tara teased.
“What were you thinking of, my Mistress?” I asked hopefully. I didn’t know if she wanted to play but it was certainly worth the chance.
“I had a few ideas, my kitten,” Tara whispered as her fingertips moved to my nipples, beginning to twist and tug at them.
“Any you want to share with your kitten?” I asked as I felt the wetness growing between my legs.
“Go ahead and get dressed,” Tara whispered, “I set out your clothes.”
As I moved to pick up her selections I decided to egg her on a little: “I was surprised that you didn’t want me in a skirt,” I said. Of course it would get her. The most basic rule I should know is to address her correctly.
I looked up to see her smiling her beautiful lop-sided smile while I quickly dressed, hoping for a punishment before going out. Perhaps she would pepper my ass until it was tender and let me serve her so I could feel the heat and the wetness throughout the evening. God I hoped so. My lover sat on the edge of the bed patting her lap. Her teasing tone made it clear that she was going to make it a fun evening for both of us. “Not only questioning your Mistress but forgetting to address her correctly,” she clucked her tongue.
I kept my head down, both to be subservient and to hide the smile spreading across my face and pulled my pants and panties around my ankles before lying across my Mistress’s lap. “I’m so sorry, Mistress Tara,” I told her as I folded my fingers together behind my neck. I wondered if I was already making a mess on her black jeans and found the thought both exciting and nerve-wracking. If so she might want to punish me or make me serve her either of which was exciting and scary. The being out of control. Being in her control.
I could almost feel her smirk as Tara told me, “Oh I’m sure it won’t.” I smiled again knowing that it would certainly happen again. Forgetting to address my Mistress correctly was a way to receive my punishment and it had been sorely lacking lately. Or maybe not sorely… The first spank was light but they grew progressively harder as I counted and thanked my Mistress. She had become quite the expert on dispensing punishment and I could think of few things I preferred to laying across her lap counting out the strokes, at least for starters.
The spanks were getting more intense and my voice rose as tears came to my eyes. My Mistress gave me a few more spanks after the tears started. Then I felt her hand caressing my warm bottom. “Warm,” she breathed.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I told her as I felt her sliding out from under me.
“Lie right here,” she instructed me. She had turned my body as she moved so that my upper body lay on the bed while my legs hung over the side. The fact that my pants and panties were around my ankles left me feeling completely defenseless. She pulled my hands from behind my neck and put them behind my back. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she informed me and I wondered if she was going to give me more punishment.
When she returned I felt her hand on my back, holding me firmly to the bed. “Mistress Tara,” I begged, “may I please pleasure you to make up for my impertinence?” I was dripping onto the bed and wondered just how wet she was.
Her hand stayed in place as she whispered in my ear, “We don’t have that much time, kitten.” Then I felt both her hands on my back and wondered what she was doing. Fingers probed in my wetness and between my ass cheeks. I jumped involuntarily at the surprising feel of her fingertip tracing a circle on my tight hole but her other hand held me down, gripping my hair. Then the shocking feeling of her soft tongue, circling my opening.
“Oh Gods, Mistress Tara,” I moaned, unable to believe the sensation.
After a moment or two she pulled away. “That’s a good start,” she declared as she took one hand from my back.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I whimpered. Then I felt her fingers on my tight hole again. They were wet with lubricant and she quickly slid inside as shock waves traveled through my body. Her finger was moving inside me, relaxing my ring of muscle and I felt myself grinding against the bedspread. I could come if she would allow it from the amazing sensation of her dominating me so thoroughly and the friction on my soaking clit. Then she pulled out and I moaned in disappointment. A second later two fingers pressed against my opening, even more wet than before. As my rosebud blossomed under her thrusts and I groaned into the bed, I could feel more and more wetness on my hole and seeming to flow into me. She must have been pouring lube along the channel formed by her fingers.
“Kitten,” she whispered as she continued thrusting, “tonight I am going to fuck your hot little asshole with my cock.”
I ground my teeth as I tried desperately to avoid coming at her words. “Yes, Mistress,” I gasped, “please … take me. I’m yours.”
“I want you ready for my cock though,” she said and I didn’t have the time to wonder what she meant before I felt a butt plug sliding into my hole. She held it firm as she instructed me, “Pull up your pants, kitten.”
What? I thought, shocked, she wants me to wear this out? And apparently she did because after I pulled up my pants and panties she smirked at me. “I have to go wash my hands,” she informed me as I dropped to my knees. She ran her hand over the bed and taunted me: “You got the bed all wet and messy, kitten.”
“I’m sorry Mistress,” I groaned, attempting to become more used to the unfamiliar sensation of the plug and wondering if she was really going to make me keep it all night. I couldn’t imagine going out for Anya’s party like this. At the same time, the excitement of the secret was nearly as arousing as the physical sensation.
Tara went to wash her hands and returned, revisiting the subject of the mess on the bed. “When we get home, we will see how sorry you are,” she teased. I had my head focused on the floor and felt the hot blush on my cheeks. Would people be able to see that something was going on? Would people know our game? Then her fingers were nimbly tying a choker around my neck and she lifted my chin, guiding me to my feet. “I’d rather this was your collar but we’ll wait until we get home, sweetie,” she told me.
“Thank you, Tara,” I told her, kissing her softly.
She kissed me back and told me, “See, I told you I had some ideas to make the evening more interesting.” We joined Buffy downstairs and Tara took the keys, saying that she would drive to pick up Anya.
“Why isn’t Willow driving?” Buffy asked since that was the habit.
“She wants to drink tonight,” Tara smoothly lied, “so I said I would drive. “
“I can drive,” Buffy offered and I heard Tara think, “I’d rather one of us drove even if we were drinking.”
“I agree, my Mistress,” I thought back at her, amused that I could address her that way and gratified at the blush that spread across her face. As we drove, I could feel the plug in my ass (how could I not?). It was initially uncomfortable but arousing at the same time. She had used so much lube that it didn’t hurt and seemed quite secure. Each bump in the road jostled it slightly and I started to wonder if she wasn’t doing it intentionally when she hit a pothole and then looked at me with her sexy smirk.
We pulled into a parking space just next to Anya’s car and got out to find her leaning on the driver’s side door. “You’re late,” she announced and waved her hand around the parking lot. “Just look,” she complained, “all these women are here before us and they’ll be closer to the sexy men and their penises.”
“I should have driven slower,” I hear Tara muttering under her breath. She placed her hand on my lower back, guiding me into the club and told Anya, “I’m sure there will be room.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she was referring to but the way the plug was stretching my muscles there would be room for whatever she wanted to do. Oh god, when we got home. And if she decided to punish me first… Jesus God!
We entered the club, not surprised by the pounding music, bright lights, or the testosterone in the air. The table Anya had reserved was by the stage—unfortunately—and a waiter wearing a bowtie and little else came over to take drink orders. My lover ordered me a margarita with a shot of tequila as a chaser and a beer for herself. Buffy and Anya both decided that mine sounded good and copied the order.
An hour and a half later, it seemed that Tara would definitely be driving us home and that Xander would have to come pick Anya up at the end of the night. Buffy and Anya were having a drinking contest in honor of the party and had had three drinks each. The more they drank, the wilder they got and both were enjoying quite rabid heterosexuality, catcalling the dancers, putting dollars in their G-strings, even exchanging deep kisses with a few of the sweaty men. Anya tried to convince Tara and I to engage in the game but Tara said no thank you to the ex-demon and told me that she had already gotten as close to a penis as she wanted.
I turned to whisper in her ear, “The only one I want to be close to is yours.” I was happy to see her gulp.
After a few more minutes she excused herself to go to the restroom. By the time she returned, I had started to wonder what was taking so long. Between the couple of drinks and the plug in my ass, I was feeling incredibly horny and I couldn’t wait for my lover to take me. “You were gone a long time,” I told her, using my sad little puppy-dog face to let her know that I missed her.
“I called Xander while I was there,” she explained. “Told him that he would have to come pick Anya up.”
“When can we go home?” I whispered in her ear, tacking on, “Mistress.”
“Soon, kitten,” she assured me as her hand dropped onto my lap under the table. She started just resting her fingers on my leg as she had been before but quickly started stroking my jeans, nearing my arousal. I had stopped being aware of Anya, or Buffy, or the dancers or any of the rest of it. All I could think of was my lover and the way she would surely take me as soon as we got home. I could feel her tense excitement and couldn’t wait to serve her.
“May I go to the restroom, Tara?” I asked obediently.
She nodded and whispered in my ear, “Be quick, kitten.”
I stood and made my way quickly through the club. With every step, I could feel the plug jostling in my ass and it was making me even more horny. I had to figure out how to take care of my needs without disturbing it and I noted the abundant lube around my ass and on my panties. Oh Goddess, this was going to be amazing. My lover had never fucked me like that and I couldn’t wait. There were so many women in the bathroom, washing their hands and fixing their makeup that I had to wait a few minutes to get to the sink and wash up.
I stepped into the hallway and started back toward our table but was surprised as arms folded around my waist from behind. Fingers brushed my necklace and I heard Tara’s voice in my ear: “Come this way, kitten.” We stepped through a door and my lover quickly locked it behind us.
I dropped to my knees keeping my head down and hands behind my back while attempting to determine where we were. From that vantage point, I could see the tile floor, the door, a toilet, and a urinal. We were in the men’s bathroom! I waited for her instruction, unable to believe that we were in the men’s bathroom or understand why. “This is the m-men’s bathroom, Mistress,” I nervously said.
Strong fingers wove into my hair and she pulled my head back slightly. “We won’t be disturbed, kitten,” she assured me, “the dancers all use the one in their dressing room.” Before I could speak she kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and taking exactly what she wanted. She pulled away, appearing satisfied by my raged breathing.
“The boys only use this room for one thing,” she informed me. One thing? What thing would they use this for if they have… Ok. I have to admit that my brain wasn’t really functioning all that well. Tara’s hands were unfastening her jeans and she opened the button-flys just enough to expose her strap-on. I wondered when she had put it on and realized that she must have done it when she had gone to the restroom. But the harness? She had to have put that on while I was in the shower. Oh Goddess, she had planned this all along.
Unbelievably she rolled a condom onto her ever-hard prick and then stepped closer, winding her fingers in my hair. “Do what the boys do in this room, kitten,” she ordered. I leaned closer unable to believe what we were doing. I had little interest in giving her a blowjob and was sure it couldn’t feel good to her but it was so fucking hot. Here I was on the floor of a bathroom, on my knees, sucking on my Mistress’s cock. I was serving her and loving it. I knew that she would always find more ways to punish me, more ways to pleasure me as long as I submitted to her will and gave up all control. My mouth worked her cock as if she could feel what I was doing, licking and sucking, taking as much as I could. I imagined that it was her clit and how good I was making her feel by working it so well. I could hear her encouraging me, calling me her kitten, and saying how lovely I looked, serving her on my knees.
Then suddenly she pulled away and I fell forward slightly, hitting her thighs with my face. I looked up and smiled at her. “Thank you, Mistress Tara,” I whispered.
A smirk spread over her face as she asked, “Thank me for what, kitten?”
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock in this bathroom, like the boys do, Mistress,” I answered.
She pulled me to my feet and then pushed me forward to the sink, taking both my hands and placing them on the edge of the bowl. Then I felt her hands roughly unbuttoning my pants and pulling them and my panties down around my ankles. “I liked it,” she hissed in my ear, “so I’m going to give you a little present.” I felt the plug moving in my ass and I moved back into the motion slightly. I was as turned on and wet as I had ever been. Then she pulled the plug out and deposited it in the sink in front of me. And then…
Her cock slid right up my asshole and I groaned. “Oh Fuck,” I moaned, only slightly aware that I wasn’t addressing her correctly.
Her hands grasped my hips, digging into the skin as she bent over to whisper in my ear: “Fuck? Is that what you want, kitten? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes… please… Mistress… “ I panted and begged. She was slowly moving in me and it was absolutely incredible.
“Like this?” she asked as she snapped her hips, thrusting the dildo fully into my hole. She seemed to like my wordless whimper of an answer as she repeated the motion a few times. I could hear her breathing and knew that she was close to coming. She continued, alternating slow and fast thrusts and telling me what a hot sexy little ass I had and how much she was enjoying fucking it. “When we get home,” she breathed, “I might do this again.”
It was absolutely incredible. She was fucking me hard and dominating me completely. I could feel my wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs. As hard as she was fucking me, it didn’t hurt, probably because of the hours spent with that plug stretching me out and the lube she had so generously applied. Her fingers gripped my hips harder as she began shaking. “I’m coming, kitten,” she snarled through clenched teeth. I ached to come but I couldn’t until she said. My legs were shaking as she finally released her grip on my hips.
She began slowly thrusting into me again and reached around to caress my swollen clit. Her other hand went to my shoulder as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear: “You are such a good kitten. You please me so well. I love you, baby.”
“Than… Mistress…,” I whimpered as well as I could.
“Look up, kitten,” she commanded, “look in the mirror so you can see your Mistress fucking you.” I glanced up, taking in the sight of the two of us. Tara looked wild with her soaking bangs swaying over her eyes. The second our eyes locked she ordered me, “Come for me, kitten,” and I saw stars as my body shook and quivered.
I clenched my teeth and lifted my hand from the sink to cover my mouth, needing to scream and not wanting to at the same time. I bit down on the skin and felt another climax explode on top of the first.
Then I felt her cool hands stroking my face and her arms wrapped around my waist. “Are you ready for me to pull out, love?” she asked gently and I nodded. She pulled out slowly and gently, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash. “Are you ok, baby?” she checked and again I nodded. I leaned over the sink, breathing heavily with tears running down my face. The entire experience had been so intense that I couldn’t help the wave of emotions I felt: pleasure, pain, gratefulness that Tara would make my fantasies come true, love, joy, and so many more. She stroked my hair and after a minute I felt her hands turning me to face her. Gently she kissed me and then wrapped me in her arms for a loving hug. “I love you,” she whispered as she kissed my tears.
“I know,” I choked out, “thank you, Tara.”
“For you, baby,” she told me as she again kissed me. She stepped away for a moment to pick up her bag and pulled a ziplock from it, putting both toys in it and putting both back in her bag. “Do you need help cleaning up, love?” she asked.
“No,” I smiled, “give me a minute and I’ll join you at the table.” She kissed me again and started toward the door. “Tara,” I said as I reached out and grabbed her hand.
“Yes, love,” she responded, turning back with a worried look on her face.
“Can we go home soon so the kitten can show her Mistress how much she enjoyed her evening?”
A smirk crossed her face as she responded, “I’ll go tell Buffy and Anya that we’re ready to go.”
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. More sometime. I write this fic whenever the mood strikes so when it strikes, more here. Thanks. 
lol well some scenes were really good, some i didnt like that much, but u cant get together everyones taste *shrugs* but still me loves it
more plssssssssss
me soon.
. Very funny. Glad you’re enjoying. 
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