Badsmut Day Part 2
Just because I'm over flowing with bad smut and need to splooge it all out of me
"Yo. Bitch. Fuck. Hey, I'm talkin' to you princess." Faith grabbed Cordy and spun her around. Cordy rolled her eyes and stomped her foot.
"Whatever. Talk to the hand. You are totally a slut bomb." Cordy screeched in defiance. Then moved to go back into the Bronze.
"Yeah, well. You are a fuckin' bitch, yo." Faith replied with a sneer on her face, yanking Cordy back into the alleyway.
"Repeat yourself much." Cordy scoffed, pouting and jutting out her gigantic boobs in Faith's face.
"Whoa, that's some stack you got there. You know you're fuckin' hot when you're fuckin' angry. Makes me wicked tingly like in a finger lickin' good way." Faith said suggestively, putting her hand on one boob and squeezing it.
"Leave me alone you skanky ho." Cordy replied, but breathing more quickly so her bosom was heaving up and down.
"Come on, you know you want to scratch that itch wicked bad. I've got mad skills, bitch. Man, I'm so horny I'm gonna pop if I don't do somethin' about it. Ever seen Cruel Intentions? Let's go get naked and kiss and get each other off." Faith grinned and licked her lips.
Cordy finally shrugged and and gave her a bored look. "Okay fine, just don't muss my hair. My date skipped out on me anyway. Men are like totally overrated."
"I hear ya sistah. Yo." Faith replied, walking off with Cordy following
"What the hell does that mean? Yo?" Cordy asked with annoyance.
Faith just shrugged. "Who frickin' cares? We're two hot babes about to fuckin' get it on! We can say anythin' we like and we'll still be fuckin' hot." Cordy nodded and then they went off to have hot sex like whoa.
Dru sat up languishing in bed, all panting and sick. She looked really bad. Spike came in and stroked her hair feverishly as she lay there, and in desperation. He hated how sick and bad she looked.
"Dru, my love. My dark princess of the night. I hate how ill you are, is there anything a poor sod vampire childe like myself can do to ease your suffering?" Spike leaned close and kissed her ear longingly.
"Spoike. My lovely dreamy Spoike. Come to talk with the kittens and pull their tongues out one by one? Make them mewl and fuss over me like horrid little dumplings? It's in the stars, my pet. I can't fight the dollies all by myself. Miss Edith would be cross." Drusilla sank back into the pillows and sighed heavily with a sigh.
"Eh?" Spike queried, worried she was delusional with her sickness. "That didn't make any sense, love. I'm a bad bad man, but I'm not deaf. Is there a way to make it better?" Spike tried lean in to kiss her cheek but she sat up again and pushed him away roughly in a feeble manner.
"Better is if the moon were swimming in my belly with the fishes. Ooh, can we dance with the fishes and gobble them all up like blackberries? I do like a good party, Spoike. I need to make some tea though, if we are having guests. Naughty boy. Woof! Trying to poke with the orange pekoe. Not tonight. Tonight is ever so black with sleep and cobwebs that cover the face like a blanket of maple syrup."
"Right. I guess I'll leave you and Miss Edith to it then." Spike knew he wasn't getting any tonight, not when Drusilla was this loopy. Bugger.
Wes came in and he was frowning, and Angel was all broody looking too. They glared at each other with heated gazes.
"So, you've come back." Angel said after the silence stretched.
"So it would seem." Wes replied, not moving or anything.
"What makes you think you'd be welcome." Angel shot back, taking a step closer. Closing the distance a little.
"What makes you think I care?" Wes retorted and held his ground.
Angel came to stand even closer and there was lots of heat radiating between them that it was tangible and palpable even though their clothes.
"I told you I was going to kill you, and yet here you are. But you did save me, so I owe you for that. So I won't kill you." Angel said through gritted teeth and a hard on.
"That's a relief." Wesley muttered but he saw the dangerous glint in Angel's eye and he knew what was coming next.
Angel grabbed Wesley and spun him around to face the wall. Then he plunged his impossibly hard throbbing cock into Wesley's tight channel. Wesley screamed in pain and ecstacy.
"Arggh! Angel!!!" He cried as Angel thrust into him deeply and without mercy.
"Oh Wes, I love you so much." Angel yelled as he pumped his shaft even deeper into Wes' arse. Wes's arse felt like a cauldron of molten lava, so hot it was to Angel's much cooler member.
"Angel, I had to come back. Oh, god, yes...make me hurt." Wesley whimpered, pushing back into Angel and squirming with pleasure.
"Nggghhrreaaagh! I'm cumming! God, Wes! I'm cumming." Angel screamed hoarsely, finally exploding into ecstacy and spilling lukewarm slightly tepid dead seed into Wesley as he came. Wesley yelled too, and came as well and slumped against his lover. He was home.
"Yo. Bitch. Fuck. Hey, I'm talkin' to you princess." Faith grabbed Cordy and spun her around. Cordy rolled her eyes and stomped her foot.
"Whatever. Talk to the hand. You are totally a slut bomb." Cordy screeched in defiance. Then moved to go back into the Bronze.
"Yeah, well. You are a fuckin' bitch, yo." Faith replied with a sneer on her face, yanking Cordy back into the alleyway.
"Repeat yourself much." Cordy scoffed, pouting and jutting out her gigantic boobs in Faith's face.
"Whoa, that's some stack you got there. You know you're fuckin' hot when you're fuckin' angry. Makes me wicked tingly like in a finger lickin' good way." Faith said suggestively, putting her hand on one boob and squeezing it.
"Leave me alone you skanky ho." Cordy replied, but breathing more quickly so her bosom was heaving up and down.
"Come on, you know you want to scratch that itch wicked bad. I've got mad skills, bitch. Man, I'm so horny I'm gonna pop if I don't do somethin' about it. Ever seen Cruel Intentions? Let's go get naked and kiss and get each other off." Faith grinned and licked her lips.
Cordy finally shrugged and and gave her a bored look. "Okay fine, just don't muss my hair. My date skipped out on me anyway. Men are like totally overrated."
"I hear ya sistah. Yo." Faith replied, walking off with Cordy following
"What the hell does that mean? Yo?" Cordy asked with annoyance.
Faith just shrugged. "Who frickin' cares? We're two hot babes about to fuckin' get it on! We can say anythin' we like and we'll still be fuckin' hot." Cordy nodded and then they went off to have hot sex like whoa.
Dru sat up languishing in bed, all panting and sick. She looked really bad. Spike came in and stroked her hair feverishly as she lay there, and in desperation. He hated how sick and bad she looked.
"Dru, my love. My dark princess of the night. I hate how ill you are, is there anything a poor sod vampire childe like myself can do to ease your suffering?" Spike leaned close and kissed her ear longingly.
"Spoike. My lovely dreamy Spoike. Come to talk with the kittens and pull their tongues out one by one? Make them mewl and fuss over me like horrid little dumplings? It's in the stars, my pet. I can't fight the dollies all by myself. Miss Edith would be cross." Drusilla sank back into the pillows and sighed heavily with a sigh.
"Eh?" Spike queried, worried she was delusional with her sickness. "That didn't make any sense, love. I'm a bad bad man, but I'm not deaf. Is there a way to make it better?" Spike tried lean in to kiss her cheek but she sat up again and pushed him away roughly in a feeble manner.
"Better is if the moon were swimming in my belly with the fishes. Ooh, can we dance with the fishes and gobble them all up like blackberries? I do like a good party, Spoike. I need to make some tea though, if we are having guests. Naughty boy. Woof! Trying to poke with the orange pekoe. Not tonight. Tonight is ever so black with sleep and cobwebs that cover the face like a blanket of maple syrup."
"Right. I guess I'll leave you and Miss Edith to it then." Spike knew he wasn't getting any tonight, not when Drusilla was this loopy. Bugger.
Wes came in and he was frowning, and Angel was all broody looking too. They glared at each other with heated gazes.
"So, you've come back." Angel said after the silence stretched.
"So it would seem." Wes replied, not moving or anything.
"What makes you think you'd be welcome." Angel shot back, taking a step closer. Closing the distance a little.
"What makes you think I care?" Wes retorted and held his ground.
Angel came to stand even closer and there was lots of heat radiating between them that it was tangible and palpable even though their clothes.
"I told you I was going to kill you, and yet here you are. But you did save me, so I owe you for that. So I won't kill you." Angel said through gritted teeth and a hard on.
"That's a relief." Wesley muttered but he saw the dangerous glint in Angel's eye and he knew what was coming next.
Angel grabbed Wesley and spun him around to face the wall. Then he plunged his impossibly hard throbbing cock into Wesley's tight channel. Wesley screamed in pain and ecstacy.
"Arggh! Angel!!!" He cried as Angel thrust into him deeply and without mercy.
"Oh Wes, I love you so much." Angel yelled as he pumped his shaft even deeper into Wes' arse. Wes's arse felt like a cauldron of molten lava, so hot it was to Angel's much cooler member.
"Angel, I had to come back. Oh, god, yes...make me hurt." Wesley whimpered, pushing back into Angel and squirming with pleasure.
"Nggghhrreaaagh! I'm cumming! God, Wes! I'm cumming." Angel screamed hoarsely, finally exploding into ecstacy and spilling lukewarm slightly tepid dead seed into Wesley as he came. Wesley yelled too, and came as well and slumped against his lover. He was home.