Night Like That (rewritten)

Eighteen

Ivy was particularly proud of her ability to be unphased when it came to all regarding sex. She was the kind of woman who opened her legs wider than the occasion called for it and said all the filthy things that floated in her mind with no inhibition. She had a sex blog for Chrissake. Granted, she had abandoned the thing five years ago and counting though there were still comments coming on her emails every day wondering if she was alive and if it was normal to queef every time they had sex. The point was that she was completely and utterly unaffected by the whole space that was sex.

Yet as Chastity stood there, a pink and glittery strap-on at hand, she felt like she was about to drown in a pool of embarrassment. She felt as though she had not prepared herself adequately for all that could happen when it came to sex with Chastity. She momentarily questioned if she was in fact woman enough for all the woman the love of her life seemed to be carrying. 

"It sparkles," she said, trying her damnest not to look Chastity in the eye. She was of the opinion that was she to do that, she would absolutely make a mockery of herself by squirting right there and then.

Chastity giggled then, because of course she would, she let her hand rub at the stretch of the strap. It felt like a tiny punch, the tightening of Ivy's stomach. Chastity had always been sexy, it was not an unknown thing yet there she was, practically having Ivy fight the very real urge to start humping her blankets. 

"You look-- how many inches do you think that is?" She swallowed, hard. She was not sure if her voice was dripping sensibility or unabashed lust. She was also wondering why the fuck she'd ask that when it was her strap-on. It was her job to know what inches they were yet much like words, numbers seemed to have mysteriously vanished from her mind. 

"The box said seven," Chastity rubbed the length again. "But I feel like it's longer than that. All this girth has to be supported by something."

"Girth," Ivy whispered and before she knew it, she was on all fours, reaching out to Chastity. Apparently, while one part of her brain was fighting for sensibility, the other needed to be slutted out posthaste or, and this was no exaggeration, she would undoubtedly die. 

"Yeah," Chastity encouraged, her index finger settling on Ivy's chin and bringing the much-dreaded eye contact to the forefront. "Girth. Have you used this on yourself?"

She moved her head from side to side. Ivy had in fact never used that particular strap because when she had bought it, she had been in a strange sort. It had been one of those sorts where she had wanted Chastity completely out of her mind and heart she thought it was good to punish herself with what she could not have. So she had bought the most sensible strap-on that had a sensible amount of veins but chickened out when it came to sensible lengths, widths and amount of sparkles that were deemed reasonable on any such device. Then she had removed it from its packaging when it arrived and took to looking at it every time she felt her resolve was about to crumble and she was about to confess and ruin her one true friendship. She had never, despite being one to always have filth running through her mind, visualised that one day, said strap would be worn by its very reason for existence. 

"Then let's change that. Suck it," Chastity instructed and because she was the boss of all that was Ivy, Ivy obliged and did just that. 

She had never licked any toy - far as she could remember. This excluded those days when she was wasted beyond belief and woke up with a hot dame snuggled in her arms. But she had watched porn and she knew this was something that was sometimes done even though she never understood the point of it. It was not a real appendage so why do it? Yet, as she sucked on it, she suddenly understood the urgency and the very real importance of it. As her eyes moved to find those of Chastity, she finally understood why it had to be done. That look of unabashed wanton from Chastity could have only been unleashed by her sucking at it. Just for that, she wanted to suck it harder, make her come if she could. She needed to show her that she was well versed in the art of blow jobs and had a deep enough throat properly primed for it.

"You're so good at this I'd bet you're even better at taking it," Chastity said and because she was a ball of horniness that needed immediate attention, her clit pulsed and her fingers found their way to it. Chastity let out a throaty laugh. "You want it that bad?" She nodded. "Then I cannot keep a lady waiting, can I?"

She pulled from her mouth and pushed Ivy to her back, resting her full weight on top of her. "You are so hot, do you know that?" 

Ivy had been told this countless times. She had never really had a complex about her looks and so she never really took any of the compliments to mean anything other than the very obvious superficiality to them yet, when Chastity said it, it felt different. Like, she was experiencing what it felt like to be considered hot for the first time in her life and she absolutely loved it. "I could, if you told me more."

Chastity chuckled, "Brat," she said then buried her face on her tits. 

Maybe it was that their skin was flush against each other or that she was riding the bunched-up blankets - Ivy felt as though she was about to lose her mind. It felt like too much and not enough. As though there was a set-up happening and it was taking too long for the execution to take place and as such, could not be tolerated. She needed something hard and deep. She needed something that felt very punishing. 

"Enter me, please," she begged. Gone were sensibilities and embarrassment. She was a worldly woman and it was perfectly fine for worldly women to ask for their brains to be railed out. 

"No romance?" Chastity asked and even though she could tell she was going for comical mockery, she too was dripping with lust. 

"Please," she begged yet again, pulling at her shoulders, and hugging her tightly. "I don't think I can deal with the teasing much longer."

"Alright," she said, her right hand leaving her left breast, drawing a firm line across her side then settling on the strap that was between them. "I think you are prepared enough, no?" 

Before she could answer, Chastity pushed the plastic dick inside her, earning a moan so loud it must have woken all that slept, even on the eternal side. 

"Fuck, do you hear that?" Chastity asked as she moved her weight away from her and settled on her knees, pulling Ivy's right leg on top of her shoulder. "Do you hear how wet you are?" She pulled out then pushed in again, firmly and just as hard, earning another moan from her. "You take that so good, don't you, love?" She pulled out and pushed in again.

Ivy was sure she had lost her mind completely. She was never going to recover. She had done all that needed to be done and this was her reward right before she exited the plane of the living. Chastity was punishing with her thrusts and she, much like the good girl she needed to be for her, was taking it and was writhing and worshipping every stroke as one ought to have. 

"I want you to come," Chastity said as one of her hands let go of her leg and the fingers found Ivy's clit. "I want you to come so hard you see stars."

This, Ivy thought, was not going to be difficult at all as everything about her was charged. Had she the voice, she could have argued that she was already there. She was seeing stars and the only thing that was keeping her from vanishing to said stars was the face of Chastity, which was still shinning brighter still among them. 

"More," she squeezed out. She was so close. The muscles about her stomach were contracting and her pussy was pulsating erratically against the punishing dildo. Chastity obliged her and she went just as hard and faster, the tempo matching Ivy's moans. Her eyesight vanished, leaving her only with her other senses. Her ears were convinced she was drowning her hands insisted she needed to hold on for dear life.

Then her legs shook almost erratically. She came. She'd come so hard she squirted. 

"Fuck, Ivy. I think I love you."

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Again, I am going to clean this up. I am just slammed with life at the moment. Thank you for understanding! 🖤