Risky sex w/ Arabella

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Arabella looks down bashfully, red-faced, that her outburst was sexually charged. She swallows hard and looks up at you. “I’d like to be with you again.”

You look around your surroundings but don’t see any place that could remotely give you privacy. You look at her closely and shrug, explaining that it might be slightly “exposed.” There’s a moment of pause, but she exhales. She doesn’t care. There are many options, but Arabella decides to drag you into one.

There’s a brief search before she leaps into your arms, figuring that whatever tent you just sneaked into was empty enough for your long-desired interaction with her.

There is a single wasted second where you try to push her off of you, but you quickly yield to her advances and simply undress with her. The sweat of the morning and practice is swept away as you feel her smooth hands ride along you.

Your lips mash against each other, and soon, she’s moaning into your mouth as she kicks off her panties. Her hands squeezing your ass just as you lift her from the ground. She giggles, licking your cheeks and nose as you search for where to take her.

“Anywhere,” Arabella moans, her amber eyes flicking around the room. “You know I’m not picky!”

You have to stifle a sudden laugh that wants to break your concealment, but you keep it in and throw her into a pile of colored canvas. You give the fabric a once-over, noticing that it shares the same red and white color, which probably means it’s just for repairs for the main tent. Arabella spreads her legs with her arms, beckoning you to join her.

You mount Arabella, renewing your kisses with feverish intent as you let your hands knead her familiar breasts and roll around her curves. Your tongues rubbed against one another, and the rough texture against yours made your cock throb with anticipation- the memory of your time on the hillside suddenly becoming the only thing in your head.

The mashing of your lips gradually grows with the frequency of your moaning. You pinch her nipples, making her volume increase noticeably as it cuts through the stillness of the room. You pull away and cover her mouth with your hand as you use the other to finger her glistening leg lips. Your eyes fixate on hers, but then watch your fingers expertly tease her until she’s dripping.

Eventually, she relaxes and starts moaning into your cover. Occasionally, the seal breaks, and her cute whimpering rattles within the interior of the storage tent. The entry flaps rustle as a strong breeze pushes through the town. “You’re fucking dripping already, Arabella.”

“Mm-hm,” she nods frantically, her eyes pleading for more.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Your eyes go over her gorgeous body. Every inch of it deserves to be admired, so that’s exactly what you do as you slowly release her mouth from its seal. You notice she’s looking over at the pile of clothing on the floor. You narrow your gaze. Seeing her suddenly distracted by something that wasn’t you was strange. “What is it? Did you forget something?”

“No,” she says, forcing a little giggle. “Don’t worry about it, master, I was just…I was just thinking about something. Look at me,” Arabella grabs your chin and makes you look at her, but in the back of your mind, you’re wondering what’s behind you on the floor.

After a few seconds of kissing, you pull away and pin her arms above her head. She smiles sheepishly at you with a deep blush. “Are you going to remind me about how strong you are? And how I’m your property?”

Her words are smooth and tender. Your cock throbs as if it’s tickled by her voice alone. You look back at the pile and then at her. “What are you hiding? Did you steal something?”

Arabella slowly shakes her head. “No.”

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“No!” Arabella almost yells as you push away and grab her clothes. You shake them clearly, and something falls from her dress's pockets. It falls out and lands somewhat loudly as it tumbles to the ground. It’s a lengthy, well-made wooden box. There’s a metal latch with gold letters written on the top. You pick it up and read it. “For her.”

You turn back to face Arabella. She hasn’t said anything, but you have found yourself more curious about what she’s taken and why she’s so embarrassed. Perhaps Defensive was the better term? You ask her what it is. Arabella remains bashful but doesn’t answer at first.

Arabella holds her breath as you start to unlatch the box to open it. The top flips open, and inside of the velvet interior is a…very well-made dildo with prominent veins, a mushroom tip, and glass balls under the shaft. It’s probably 8 inches long.

She grabs the dildo from the box and hides it behind her back. She has no modesty as she tries to hide the toy from you. She’s stark naked and is almost shimming with sweat already from the heat. “Are you mad at me now, master?”

“Why did you steal that?”

“I didn’t steal it!” She tries but then looks away. “Okay… I did, but only because Mandy is a jerk!”

For some reason, the idea of using Mandy’s dildo is both wrong and strangely erotic. Perhaps it’s YOUR horniness that’s playing a role in how this makes you feel. She swallows and then explains that Mandy left her locker open, so Arabella decided to snoop around and take the thing for herself, figuring you and her wouldn’t be able to see each other that often anymore.

Arabella presents the dildo to you; the elegant design is pure glass. You wonder what kind of person would spend so much time crafting such a thing. Then you imagine what Mandy must look like when using it… The picture made in your head makes your mind spin.

With it still in her hand, she strokes it idly as she starts to speak. “I wasn’t planning on giving it back, master. I was just going to use it whenever I got horny. I promise I wouldn’t have let Scarlet see me or any others!” You stare at Arabella as she tries to plead her case.

You begin telling Arabella she isn’t in trouble, but if she wanted something to pleasure herself with, she should have spoken to you first. She watches you and your cock as you talk, and before you can complete your speech, she reaches out and grabs your member, now stroking you like she was with the dildo.

“You know,” she looks down, licking her lips repeatedly as she sees you growing into your size again. “I don’t think we’ve used toys while being naughty together. Have we, master? Should we change that now?”

Your mind is trapped in sex again, especially now that her digits wrap around your meat. What did she say? Right… “How do you propose we use it, Arabella?”