Thi isn't me...
...as most of you know, I don't normally 'do' het. I used to, but grew out of it at about 14, when I realised I wasn't a total weirdo for wanting to see the boys getting it on far more than the boys-and-girls getting it on XD
But the evil that was the PornFest made me write this...
Clearly the word pornfest should give you an idea on the rating...
The Prompt was: Ray/Annie with Annie showing her more dominant side.
The Fic
It had all started so innocently…a slap on the bum, nothing more. Nothing that he hadn’t done a hundred times before.
But whereas Annie usually gave him a disapproving glare, or smacked his hand away, this time it had been different. When she had turned it wasn’t anger glinting in her eyes, it was determination.
It wasn’t the first time Ray had been slammed back against the lockers, but it was the first time it had been Annie who leant into him, his shirt bunched in her fists.
“Something you wanted, Sarge?” she said.
Ray took a breath to make some wisecrack, but before he could get a word out her mouth was crushed against his, her white teeth sinking into his lower lip. He tried to yelp - more from surprise than pain - but he couldn’t manage more than a muffled whimper.
He felt his shirt being pulled from his waistband, fingernails digging into the soft skin of his belly as the button of his trousers was undone. He felt his eyes widen as her hand reached inside and grabbed his cock and balls through the soft cotton of his pants. Her other hand slid up over his chest and pulled roughly at his tie, quickly removing it and throwing it aside. She wrenched his shirt open, not caring as buttons flew off in all directions. Then she dragged her nails down over his chest, stopping to pinch each nipple hard on the way down.
Ray was speechless, and unable to stop himself as Annie span him around and shoved him hard so he landed heavily on the wooden bench, his back against the rough metal mesh. She stood over him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, staring at the growing bulge showing in his y-fronts.
“What’s up, Sarge?” she said the rank so mockingly. “All mouth and no trousers?”
Ray glanced nervously at the door, well aware that anyone could walk into the small room. Annie followed his gaze, then took a couple of swift steps and turned the key in the lock. When she turned back Ray was in no doubt that she was more interested in keeping him in the room than other people out.
She walked back towards him, her hands caressing her breasts through her blouse.
“Wha’…what…” Ray started, but Annie reached for him again, grabbing one of his nipples and pinching it hard. As he threw his head back in pain she wrapped her hand around his jaw, holding him against the mesh.
“You don’t speak, unless I tell you to. You don’t move unless I tell you to…understand?”
It was said so sweetly that Ray could barely reconcile the words with the tone, but he nodded anyway.
Annie nodded down at his crotch. “Get yourself ready. I want you rock hard.”
Ray swallowed. Then, as Annie bent down, easing her knickers down under her skirt, he slipped his own hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his cock in a tight fist. He started slowly, rubbing his thumb over the head, his foreskin moving fluidly at his touch. Annie stood over him, watching, and he closed his eyes.
“Look at me,” she commanded. Nodding once as his blue eyes snapped open.
Ray could feel his heart beating faster and faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to imagine her naked, her creamy skin smooth and soft. He wondered what her nipples were like, his eyes roaming over her still-clothed body.
Then she was on him, fingers pulling his pants down as he lifted his hips. A knee either side of him, one hand grabbing the wire behind him, the other guiding his stiff length inside her. She moaned as he filled her and he could help but let out a noise himself as his dick was engulfed in the tight wet heat. He slid his hands around her, gripping her buttocks as he thrust. She pushed one hand roughly into his hair, forcing his head back so he was looking at her face and he panted noisily, in time with his thrusts. Annie shot a look at the door, knowing that if they were discovered her fun would be over far too soon. Then she balled up her knickers and shoved them into Ray’s open panting mouth. His eyes widened in shock, until he realised exactly what she’d used to gag him.
Annie reached down between her legs, fingertips feeling the tangle of hair - his and hers, and the slickness of his skin as his straining cock slid easily in and out of her, then she found the small bead of her clit and began rubbing it.
The excitement was quickly too much for her - the thought of being caught, the man beneath her completely at her mercy - and she came hard, her muscles clenching around Ray.
As she felt him come inside her, flooding her with slick heat, she leant forward and bit him hard on the collarbone.
Ray felt the world rush away from him, his hearing dimmed, and suddenly she was gone, the warmth, the weight, as if it had been a dream. He reached up and pulled the knickers from his mouth, panting harshly.
“You’d better use them, clean yourself up,” Annie said, straightening her blouse and smoothing down her skirt. Then she turned and left the room, pushing one lick of hair back behind her ear.
Ray looked down at himself, the red mark on his collarbone, his still-throbbing nipples and his sticky flaccid dick all telling a story he wasn’t even sure he believed himself.
~Fin
But the evil that was the PornFest made me write this...
Clearly the word pornfest should give you an idea on the rating...
The Prompt was: Ray/Annie with Annie showing her more dominant side.
The Fic
It had all started so innocently…a slap on the bum, nothing more. Nothing that he hadn’t done a hundred times before.
But whereas Annie usually gave him a disapproving glare, or smacked his hand away, this time it had been different. When she had turned it wasn’t anger glinting in her eyes, it was determination.
It wasn’t the first time Ray had been slammed back against the lockers, but it was the first time it had been Annie who leant into him, his shirt bunched in her fists.
“Something you wanted, Sarge?” she said.
Ray took a breath to make some wisecrack, but before he could get a word out her mouth was crushed against his, her white teeth sinking into his lower lip. He tried to yelp - more from surprise than pain - but he couldn’t manage more than a muffled whimper.
He felt his shirt being pulled from his waistband, fingernails digging into the soft skin of his belly as the button of his trousers was undone. He felt his eyes widen as her hand reached inside and grabbed his cock and balls through the soft cotton of his pants. Her other hand slid up over his chest and pulled roughly at his tie, quickly removing it and throwing it aside. She wrenched his shirt open, not caring as buttons flew off in all directions. Then she dragged her nails down over his chest, stopping to pinch each nipple hard on the way down.
Ray was speechless, and unable to stop himself as Annie span him around and shoved him hard so he landed heavily on the wooden bench, his back against the rough metal mesh. She stood over him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, staring at the growing bulge showing in his y-fronts.
“What’s up, Sarge?” she said the rank so mockingly. “All mouth and no trousers?”
Ray glanced nervously at the door, well aware that anyone could walk into the small room. Annie followed his gaze, then took a couple of swift steps and turned the key in the lock. When she turned back Ray was in no doubt that she was more interested in keeping him in the room than other people out.
She walked back towards him, her hands caressing her breasts through her blouse.
“Wha’…what…” Ray started, but Annie reached for him again, grabbing one of his nipples and pinching it hard. As he threw his head back in pain she wrapped her hand around his jaw, holding him against the mesh.
“You don’t speak, unless I tell you to. You don’t move unless I tell you to…understand?”
It was said so sweetly that Ray could barely reconcile the words with the tone, but he nodded anyway.
Annie nodded down at his crotch. “Get yourself ready. I want you rock hard.”
Ray swallowed. Then, as Annie bent down, easing her knickers down under her skirt, he slipped his own hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his cock in a tight fist. He started slowly, rubbing his thumb over the head, his foreskin moving fluidly at his touch. Annie stood over him, watching, and he closed his eyes.
“Look at me,” she commanded. Nodding once as his blue eyes snapped open.
Ray could feel his heart beating faster and faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to imagine her naked, her creamy skin smooth and soft. He wondered what her nipples were like, his eyes roaming over her still-clothed body.
Then she was on him, fingers pulling his pants down as he lifted his hips. A knee either side of him, one hand grabbing the wire behind him, the other guiding his stiff length inside her. She moaned as he filled her and he could help but let out a noise himself as his dick was engulfed in the tight wet heat. He slid his hands around her, gripping her buttocks as he thrust. She pushed one hand roughly into his hair, forcing his head back so he was looking at her face and he panted noisily, in time with his thrusts. Annie shot a look at the door, knowing that if they were discovered her fun would be over far too soon. Then she balled up her knickers and shoved them into Ray’s open panting mouth. His eyes widened in shock, until he realised exactly what she’d used to gag him.
Annie reached down between her legs, fingertips feeling the tangle of hair - his and hers, and the slickness of his skin as his straining cock slid easily in and out of her, then she found the small bead of her clit and began rubbing it.
The excitement was quickly too much for her - the thought of being caught, the man beneath her completely at her mercy - and she came hard, her muscles clenching around Ray.
As she felt him come inside her, flooding her with slick heat, she leant forward and bit him hard on the collarbone.
Ray felt the world rush away from him, his hearing dimmed, and suddenly she was gone, the warmth, the weight, as if it had been a dream. He reached up and pulled the knickers from his mouth, panting harshly.
“You’d better use them, clean yourself up,” Annie said, straightening her blouse and smoothing down her skirt. Then she turned and left the room, pushing one lick of hair back behind her ear.
Ray looked down at himself, the red mark on his collarbone, his still-throbbing nipples and his sticky flaccid dick all telling a story he wasn’t even sure he believed himself.
~Fin