Whole Lotte Trouble Ch 7

Riley finishes bandaging her elbow. It’s not a big deal. Still damp, she grabs a towel. It’s not the first time that she’s tried and failed to wrap her head around what Lotte is thinking. Lotte has done plenty of crazy things, even in front of their daughter, but traumatizing her with TMI like this is a new one.

Riley emerges into the bedroom and stops in her tracks, dripping on the carpet with the towel in her hand.

Lotte’s on the bed, spread out on her back, nude except for the wrinkled panties around one ankle. The cloth tote that they use for grownup accessories lies on its side on the floor, and the bed is covered in Lotte’s toys. She’s biting her lip as she gently moves a vibe up and down her vulva. She spots Riley and spreads her legs wider.

Riley glares. This would probably work better if she had clothes on, but she doesn’t care.

“I’m actually pissed at you for real,” she informs her.

Lotte continues, closing her eyes and arching her back. She lifts her hips, dragging the tip of the vibe over the hood of her clit.

Riley’s mad, but not too mad to feel something. That just makes her madder.

“I will make you sleep on the couch,” she threatens.

Lotte gives her a look and uses one toe to lift a pair of fuzzy handcuffs from the array of toys on the bed.

“You sure you want to provoke me with all this stuff right here?” Riley picks up the little paddle that they have. She brandishes it threateningly.

Lotte’s eyes light up and she turns over, putting her haunches in the air and wiggling.

“Fuck me.” Riley stares at the ceiling and groans, but there’s a familiar ache. She’s rock-hard. Lotte always wins in the end. Riley’s temper snaps. She can’t keep getting away with it.

Riley throws the towel aside and climbs onto the bed, grabbing the cuffs and forcing Lotte down. Lotte giggles in delight as Riley cuffs her hands behind her back.

“You think I won’t,” Riley grumbles, picking up the paddle again. She lifts it, gazing at Lotte’s bare ass. Then she sighs. She’s too much of a pussy to give a real spanking, and Lotte knows it. Riley is incapable of hurting her wife.

Lotte is giving her a maddening look of superiority.

“Shut up.”

Lotte smooches the air and winks.

“OK, enough out of you.” Riley walks over on her knees and feeds her cock into Lotte’s mouth. Maybe she can’t give a ruthless spanking, but she can shut Lotte up. Lotte easily swallows her cock and takes it deep into her throat, gagging happily.

It’s a lot, but not enough to take Riley’s mind off her anger. She wants nothing more than to run her hands through Lotte’s silky hair, grab on, and empty all of her frustration down her wife’s hot throat. But Lotte would like that too.

Reluctantly, Riley pulls out with a little pop. Lotte has allowed her hands to be cuffed, and that at least lets Riley take a little power back. Sometimes it’s necessary to resist a little, especially when Lotte’s done something as awful as what she just said in front of their daughter.

Riley holds Lotte’s hair with one hand and picks up the vibe with the other. She runs it gently over Lotte’s skin. Lotte takes it like a champ until it touches her nipple; her toes curl and her legs move. Her face is getting redder. That’s right. She’s not the only one who knows how to tease. Riley feigns moving the vibe between Lotte’s legs, then turns it off and tosses it away. There’s a sudden look of rage from Lotte, then she remembers to play it cool.

Her eyes flick to Riley’s wet, twitching erection and she licks her lips. Then she looks calm again and smiles sweetly.

“I’m mad,” Riley reminds her, feeling curiously powerless. She leans forward and smacks her cock gently against Lotte’s face, then rubs it over her lips. The best she can do is deny Lotte the satisfaction. It didn’t take all these years of marriage for Lotte to get into Riley’s head. Riley just wants to fuck her silly, and Lotte knows it.

Lotte shifts on her side and spreads her legs. Riley pushes her legs back together. Undeterred, Lotte rolls herself onto her belly and shimmies her hips invitingly.

Riley hesitates, then touches Lotte’s pale bottom. She climbs on top and spreads Lotte as though she means to do it. Then she stops and puts her hand on Lotte’s back, holding her down. Riley usually wants to do a good job in bed, but tonight the plan is to do the opposite.

She plunges her free hand between Lotte’s legs. She’s so wet that two fingers just glide in. Lotte gasps and stiffens. Riley brings her hand back dripping and wraps it around her shaft, slathering it in Lotte’s juices. She leans in, holding Lotte down as she starts to jerk it, now with a nice, loud fapping noise that her wife can hear.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Lotte says, voice skeptical.

Riley’s not bluffing. This will take all of ten seconds. She holds Lotte down, stares at her sexy ass, and strokes herself rhythmically.

Lotte realizes that Riley isn’t folding. She wiggles. Riley’s getting close. Close enough that her focus wavers when Lotte thrashes violently, slipping free.

Lotte rolls onto her back, very red in the face. Her hands are still cuffed behind her and her legs are spread.

Riley kneels there, cock in hand. Her willpower falters. She grimaces.

“You’re going to apologize to her,” she says.

Lotte doesn’t have infinite willpower either. She’s pretty stirred up. She nods with a vengeful look and spreads her legs wider. She doesn’t care about any discomfort that will come from having her hands back there.

Riley grabs her hips and pulls her over, then pushes in hard. Lotte’s back arches and her legs lock around Riley’s waist as she lets out a throaty howl.

“Yes!” she looks up hungrily, her hair all over her face. Riley leans in, having to fight back against Lotte’s legs trying to hold her in place. That makes things a little fierce. A lot of **** and a lot of friction. Lotte shrieks and writhes; her pussy grips and clenches around Riley, who battles her wife’s legs and her pride. She can’t finish too quickly.

Her fingertips leave red marks on pale skin, and holding Lotte’s hips is like trying to physically restrain a dolphin or something. Her breasts bounce and her belly flexes with every ragged thrust.

There’s a sudden pounding on the wall.

“Oh my god!” comes Anika’s muffled voice. “What the fuck?”

Riley freezes as she’s about to push in, mortified. Anika’s older now, and she goes out a lot. They don’t do this stuff when she’s home. Riley just got a little caught up in things.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “Sorry!” she shouts, but Lotte ferociously brings her in with her legs. Riley’s voice catches before she can go on, and she can’t quite keep it in. “Ah!” comes out in a high-pitched, breaking voice, and then “Fuck!” through her gritted teeth as she pours a thick stream of cum into Lotte’s pussy. “Fuck,” she repeats, glaring down at her glowing wife. “Sorry! Sorry! We’ll stop!” Riley is so embarrassed that her whole body is red. Her cock is still throbbing and oozing into Lotte. She has to raise her voice over Lotte’s triumphant cackling. “We’re sorry! Uh, Happy New Year!”

The End! Happy New Year!

Note 12/31/2024: Normal chapters are back tomorrow. And I plan to do commissions again over the summer if you’re into that and want to start thinking of ideas. I want to build up my stash of unposted chapters for when FF1 is on a break and I should have more time starting in mid or late May. We’ll probably do like 5$ per chapter for dailies, but I’ll lower the price for ideas that I like, and we can do especially deep discounts for yaoi. I always want to do yaoi, but I just watched that horny Zendaya tennis movie, so it’s extra urgent now. So, if you want quotes or to know if an idea will work just DM me. Have a safe New Year. SSMM and SEL will be back this weekend. Thanks for being patient.