Post-Coitus Discussions

Hazel smiled at the girl laying next to her. "I'm not too nice for you now, am I?"

Samantha **** a smile on her face. "No, you're not." She felt humiliated. She had came, hard, from this freak using her perverted fucking dildo on her.

Hazel puffed up for a moment, proud of herself. Shrinking back down a bit, Hazel seemed to argue with herself over something, and then finally got the nerve to speak.

"Say, was that really everything you wanted? It's just... I don't think you'd break up with me like that just because of a high sex drive. You've gotta have like, some kinks or something, right? Something you're nervous about?"

You HAVE to answer this question. Don't let this be **** on you. Pick something you think she'd like, but that you can handle.

"Um, I like, uh, c-cosplay? Like, um, dressing up?" Samantha couldn't believe that she was pretending to enjoy cosplay sex just to avoid upsetting the girl she had been making fun of for the last month. Despite her disgust, she was a foot away from Hazel, and could feel the desire to be closer ramping up.

"Oh, okay! That could be fun. What else?"

"W-well, what do you like?"

"Oh! Well, um, I mostly just like, uh, seeing your reactions. I don't even need to get off myself, if I'm with you. ...But, uh, I think I also like, um, your smell. When you, uh, cum."

Samantha flushed. Respond. Even if you hate it, respond.

"That's great!" Samantha said in a falsely cheery voice. She inched a bit closer to Hazel and then **** herself back. Hazel didn't notice. Samantha waited for the girl to speak again.

SPANK.

She 'eep'ed as she felt pain on her ass again. Fuck, no! Why?!

"I like the way you smell, too. When you're like, all sweaty. I know you've worked hard and it really gets me going." Samantha purred, inhaling the scent through her nose deeply. Fuming inside, she was disgusted and wanted to spray perfume all around the room.

She was disappointed I hadn't told her something I like about her? Is this girl made of fucking glass?! How am I ever supposed to stay below 3 of these a fucking day?!

Hazel swelled with pride. "Yeah! It takes a lot of work to maintain these muscles!" She said, curling both her impressive arms above her head. "Maybe we should both cut back a bit on the showers, hey?"

Fucking gross. Minimize the reprecussions. How am I ever supposed to stay below 3 of these a fucking day?

"Well, um, I want you to be the only one to know me like this. So, um... maybe only on the weekends?" Samantha ground out through her teeth.

"Yeah, I can work with that!" Hazel said, turning her head to look at the girl. Samantha finally couldn't take it anymore, and moved so she was lying side by side with Hazel. Hazel immediately wrapped the girl up in a hug, squishing her into her boobs as Samantha reluctantly let it happen.

Staring into her eyes, Hazel expression turned a bit sad.

"But you're still holding back, aren't you? I promise, Samantha, you can trust me! I could tell earlier, you're a huge masochist. Please, just tell me what you want, and I'll make all your dreams come true. I want- I need you to trust me."

No. Don't let this happen. Minimize. Appeal to her emotions.

"I don't want to make you feel like you have to do something you don't want to," Samantha tried to say. But even as she was saying it, before she even felt the spank on her ass, she realized it wasn't what the girl wanted to hear. Didn't she just say she 'needed' Samantha to trust her? This wasn't enough for this moment.

I fucked up.

"I don't... O-okay, please let me get everything out before you say anything, okay? I want... I want you to torment me. I want to wear a ball gag so I can't tell you to stop and to wear a blindfold so I can't see what you're doing. I want you to play with me all the time and do whatever you want with me. I want you to tie my hands back so I can't resist. I want you to ravage me with countless orgasms from all over my body and edge me until I'm begging you for just one. I want you to order me around and humiliate me and, and call me mean names and... I don't know what else. But more. Please."

Samantha's voice sounded **** and begging. She felt like throwing up.

If I had played my cards right, this girl wouldn't even be in my house.

"...Thank you, Samantha. For trusting me." Hazel hugged her tighter. "I'll do my best to make you happy. But it's a school night, and I have to think about this, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Let's get ready for bed. I'll go change into my pajamas."

Hazel placed Samantha back on the bed and walked out of the room. Samantha waited until she left, and then jumped up to grab her perfume and spray it liberally around the room.

SPANK.

She gasped. Why was she never expecting these fucking spankings? She should be used to them by now. Her body now out of her control, she could only watch in misery as she gathered up anything scented she owned.

Hazel came back into the room, wearing only a thin white t-shirt and a pair of grey panties as Samantha chucked everything in the trash.

"I guess neither of us need those anymore. Haha!"

Hazel sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her while holding something Samantha couldn't make out, waiting for Samantha to move. Blushing, the girl started to strip, fearing what would happen if she refused to do so with her own will. She covered her modest chest as she took her shirt off.

"Oh, so now you're shy, huh?" Hazel taunted. Samantha didn't respond as she pulled off the rest of her clothes and shimmied the skirt down, letting it drop to the floor. She used one hand to cover her hairless pussy as she stood there a moment, letting Hazel admire the view.

"Wow," Hazel whistled. "Now turn around."

Samantha sighed, and did as she was told. She didn't have a mirror on this side of the room, so she could only wait as Hazel ogled her ass.

"It's crazy how beautiful you are," Hazel said. "Come lay down."

"Um, I usually put on some pajamas-"

"Don't worry, I'll keep you warm. You can be the little spoon."

Hazel picked Samantha up and lay down on the bed, snuggling up right against her. Samantha closed her eyes, **** to get to school the next day where she could try to get her friends to help her.

Don't slip up on something easy now.

"Goodnight, Hazel," Samantha said.

"Goodnight, Samantha!" Hazel responded.

She turned out the lights. After a while, Hazel shifted, moving one of her hands down Samantha's stomach. Samantha bit her lip as teasing fingers danced along her lower lips, and she rubbed her legs together in spite of herself. After a minute of light teasing, Samantha could feel the dampness between her legs.

"There's that smell I love so much. See you in the morning."

Hazel was asleep within a minute. Embarassed and slightly frustrated, Samantha fell asleep not long after.