Two Authors 'Collaborate' LitCon 25

Happy to introduce a submission for, The First Annual Virtual Literotica Convention [Lit Con 2025].

It's been a joy to work with Rabblelaid on this project where our fictionalized writer personas meet up and 'collaborate' on a new project.

Please be sure to check him out.

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The sharp-eyed, bearded man took back his ID from the woman behind the hotel desk and tucked it into his wallet, putting away his real identity at the same time.

As he turned away from the desk with his key and stepped into the lobby, admiring the abstract metal statue in the atrium, he also stepped into his other identity...

For the rest of the weekend, he was Rabblelaid, writer of kinky stories, not his boring everyday outside self. It felt refreshing... and a little taboo. For obvious reasons, most erotica authors didn't attach their real names to their work. It was sort of like having an alter ego. The idea of introducing himself as an author of filthy stories in real life felt almost exhibitionist, like he was planning to parade around naked all weekend.

As he made his way toward the elevator, Rabblelaid couldn't help people watching. How many of these people were here for the First Annual Virtual Literotica Conference? It was hard to tell. They all looked like average people, not a group of kinky freaks. Then again, Rabble thought they would probably think the same of him. He considered himself good-looking, with broad shoulders, a winning smile, and a body he would describe as "reasonably in-shape". But he hardly looked like a kinky erotic writer. Most people would pass him in the street without looking twice.

He was especially focused on the women as he made his way through the lobby. Could any of them be Vivian? Would he recognize her on sight? He smirked at himself and shook his head. Of course he wouldn't. He would have to wait until the mixer later tonight to meet her in person for the first time.

Vivian was a talented writer, a collaborator, and a good friend. Rabblelaid and Vivian often exchanged story ideas, helped each other brainstorm, and bitched about the annoyances of making online content. But they had never heard each other's voice or even seen pictures of each other. Tonight would be the first time they had ever spoken through anything other than text. Would she be just an average-looking person like everyone he was passing in the lobby? Or was Vivian as hot as her stories?

Rabblelaid snorted at himself and put a hand to his forehead as the elevator climbed. He was letting the erotic atmosphere of the conference he was about to attend go to his head. Vivian was a friend. And she was a married mother, for God's sake. He needed to get his mind out of the gutter or he would look like a total creep when they met.

Rabble's hotel room was stunning. Cool, clean, and modern. One of the nicest he had ever stayed in, honestly. This entire trip had cost a pretty penny, but his wife had pushed him to go. He deserved it, Clara had said, for all the hard work he had done writing. Besides, she teased, what better way was there to spend all the donation money he had earned?

Rabble thumped his suitcase up onto the bed to pull out some nicer clothes for the evening. He always traveled in comfortable clothes, but he wanted to look the part of a sexy, debonair erotica writer tonight, rather than his usual average look. As he rummaged through the neatly folded clothes, however, he found something he didn't remember packing. A small, shrink-wrapped box with a post-it note stuck to the side.

His eyes widened as he read it, his heart suddenly racing in his chest.

"I hope that 'Rabblelaid' has a lot of fun at the conference... and my hubby comes back home to me with a little pep in his step and a twinkle in his eye. <3 Wifey.

It was a box of condoms. Rabble sat down heavily on the bed, his mind reeling. Clara was a beautiful, sweet, sexy woman. In contrast to him, she had always been very vanilla in bed, although she respected his writing hobby. This was off the charts as far as kinkiness went for her, and Rabblelaid recognized it as the brave, selfless gift that it was.

God, she had joked this morning about how "what happens at the conference stays at the conference" when she kissed him goodbye at the airport, but it looked like she had only been half-joking. Rabble's cock was suddenly rock hard in his pants as he turned the unexpected gift over in his hands.

A hall pass. At a conference of erotica writers. On the day when he met his online friend for the first time.

He pushed the thought away again, but it was more difficult this time. He didn't even know what Vivian looked like! Maybe she was ninety years old. More importantly, maybe she wouldn't have the slightest interest in the fact that Rabble was suddenly free to explore a little. But on the other hand... sometimes there was a little flirty energy when they sent messages back and forth. And there had been a few times when their "brainstorming" for story collaboration had gotten a little... hot and heavy.

When Rabblelaid left the hotel room about an hour later, dressed to the nines, he hesitated for a moment, then unwrapped the box of condoms and slid one into his wallet. After all, who knew what could happen?

...

Vivian finished putting the subtle curls into her shoulder-length red hair. It wasn't the best job she'd ever done, but it was nice enough on such short notice and having just her travel stuff rather than the myriad hair care accessories she used at home. The ones that were constantly all over the bathroom counter and made her husband give her a flat look, like she was a slob, but with that twinkle of unconditional love she always reveled in. Maybe she was messy on purpose just to push her husband's buttons. To tease him. Or maybe she was just lazy.

Probably the latter.

Satisfied with the subtle blush and eyeliner, she brushed back her hair and smoothed out her dark sapphire dress as best she could. The little bump on her tummy, the mom fluff that just wouldn't go away, made her cringe a little. But despite that, the dress was very flattering, featuring a neckline that plunged deep between her small breasts, showing off a hint of inner side boob, or what little she had to show at least. It clung beautifully to her hips and her bouncy little bottom. She couldn't help looking at her rear in the mirror and wiggling it playfully, making herself laugh.

It was as good as it was going to get. She slipped on her heels, her white stockinged feet moving with sleek practice; she had worn heels to church practically since she could walk. Then grabbed her small purse, hanging from a short gold chain, and snapped on her name tag. Of course, name tags at this event were basically lies. Maybe they should have called them Alias tags. Vivian White was NOT her real name. Dear Lord, if she used her real name, real identity, while writing the things she did and someone she knew stumbled upon them, the shit storm would be out of this world. But everyone else was most likely in the same boat. All going by Pen Names, Usernames, Aliases, etc. In a way, she was going to a masquerade party without the masks.

She had really been looking forward to this event, but now that it was finally here, she was almost terrified. Meeting these people in real life felt... Well, it felt like she was peeking behind the curtain to find that the Wizard was just a pudgy dude. She'd chatted and read and assisted several of the people that would be here, and she wasn't under any illusions that they would all be exactly as they described. She was almost sure some would be the opposite sex they claimed... maybe even trans. Those who were super kinky in their writing might be the most milk-toast vanilla people. Or the exact opposite. Some people wrote wholesome stories, and in real life they were probably so perverted she'd faint just hearing about the things they enjoyed.

But all of that was just a minor concern. She was excited to be here; to mingle with other writers. To get inspiration and ideas and just have a good time. She quickly shot off a text to her husband that she was going to the mixer and so probably wouldn't be able to text for a while. Asked him to kiss the kids goodnight. Sent a bunch of kiss emojis and declarations of love and finished up by saying that she missed him. She meant every word and kiss emoji from the bottom of her heart. She may write about hotwifing and cuckolding and marriage strife, but her marriage was happy and solid. She wouldn't have it any other way.

With one last look in the mirror, she nodded, turned, and left the room. As she approached the elevator, she shot off another text. This one went to the one person she'd agreed to officially meet. Rabblelaid. She'd been collaborating and messaging with him for months now and enjoyed their back-and-forth. Even their little steamy session when trying to work out scenes and brainstorm ideas by acting out the scenarios. It was a bit embarrassing, but she'd rubbed herself several times at her computer desk while she'd worked with him. Her husband had even caught her doing it once and the sex after had been phenomenal. He seemed like a solid person and she was anxious to meet him, in more ways than one.

She told him she was dressed in blue and hoped to see him at the mixer and get a drink. There was going to be a free bar as well as some other event booths set up tonight. Not as many as there would be over the weekend, but it was supposed to be a little sampling of people selling books, software, art, clothing, almost like a market at a fair... but a bit more formal and kinky.

She slipped into the elevator and took a deep breath as it began to descend. "Here it goes." She whispered to herself.

...

Rabblelaid made his way into the ballroom, feeling oddly nervous despite himself. Nothing to get all intimidated over. Just a friendly meetup for drinks. He scanned the room as he entered, his eyes searching for the color blue. That was what Vivian said she would be wearing.

In a moment, his eyes found her, sitting by herself at a table and sipping a drink while looking around. He instantly knew it was her.

Wow. Well, one thing was for sure... she wasn't ninety years old.

Vivian was somewhat introverted, and so she had chosen a table to the side, a little off the beaten path. She was currently sipping a fruity drink from a colorful straw. She wasn't sure how alcoholic it was, but by the smell of it... plenty of vodka was involved. Her red hair was tossed over one shoulder, not so long that it went very far past her collarbone. Her eyes were scanning the room, and people, trying to guess who was who without glimpsing their name tags. Her eyes landed on someone... a gentleman was staring at her from across the room.

Creep. She thought at first. But she wasn't surprised to experience leering glances from the men at events like this. Women, or at least women her age, weren't all that common in her corner of the erotica community. It was usually older women, men, and some in-between sorts that made up this genre of writers.

The smiling man was walking across the reception hall toward her now, she saw with mild alarm, dreading the possibility of being hit on by some random kink writer. Then her eyes shifted to his nametag, and she blushed. Oh. Not a creep. Okay. She raised a hand, sipping her drink, and waved at the man she had been hoping to meet.

He was tall, although not towering, and bearded, with sharp, intelligent blue eyes and a body that verged on muscular without being bulky.

"Vivian?" asked Rabblelaid with a slow smile spreading across his face. "Good to... meet you? It feels weird to say that to someone I've talked to so many times."

Vivian stood up, setting her drink aside and smoothing her dress over her thighs since it had bunched up slightly from sitting, flashing the tops of her stockings slightly before they were covered again. "I know, right?" She held out her hand with a big grin. "Online versus real life is kinda weird."

As Rabblelaid reached out to shake, his eyes locked with Vivian's, and he felt a... tingle? A spark of some kind. His online friend was cute... well, beautiful. A mature, lovely woman. He had been preparing himself for disappointment on that front, and now that it turned out that he found her attractive, it was actually making him feel a little tongue-tied.

"So... uhhh," he said, trying to keep the blush from forming on his face, "meet anyone else we 'know' yet?"

She couldn't stop herself from snorting a little laugh. "Well, there's this one author I follow. Goes by a dude's name. But it's totally that lady over there." She pointed to a lovely older woman, silver-haired and a little curvy, but still sweet-looking. Almost like a grandma, but with far fewer wrinkles. "She writes a lot of gay stuff. Not really my thing, guy-guy stuff, but he... er, she, I guess, was always very engaged on the forums." She shrugged and motioned to a seat next to her. "Have a seat. You're pretty much the only one I'm really expecting to meet."

Rabblelaid took the offered seat, looking toward the older woman with an interested twinkle in his eyes. "Huh. I would have guessed there would be a lot more guys pretending to be girls in the community rather than the other way around. I guess it just goes to show that you never can tell." He turned back to Vivian, then looked away again. He had felt another little zip of attraction when their eyes met. Jesus, he needed to calm the fuck down! What was he, a high schooler with a crush? The condom in his wallet was making him all mixed up and overthinking things. "So, what's your plan for the weekend? Any particular things you are looking for at the conference?"

Vivian circled a finger along the rim of her drink and then brought it to her lips thoughtfully. "I think we'll be surprised by the authors here. Who's who and why? But, whatever. As long as people are nice." She licked the little bit of fruity juice from her finger. "I guess... I'll probably check out some of the booths. I know some authors sell other books and stuff. Wanna try to support the indie scene, ya know? But I've heard there are some breakout sessions for like, how to write better sex scenes, how to represent different sexualities well, the psychology of things like hotwifing and cuckolding and that whole spectrum. I think I'm gonna sit in on a few of them. But, honestly? I'm probably going to spend most of my time writing. I'm so freaking behind on my stories right now. It's hard to keep momentum sometimes and heaven forbid you run into a block." She put her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her hand, looking at the handsome man next to her. "What about you?"

Rabble shifted a little in his seat, unable to look away from his fellow writer's innocent, unselfconscious act of licking her finger. Then he shook himself a little, trying to focus. "Same, actually. I'm working on a piece right now that I need to finish ASAP, but... I'm actually having a little trouble with it."

Vivian pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know! I'm doing this sex scene right now... the guy getting dominant with my female, but for some reason I'm just struggling to think of what they should do. I have no idea why I'm having trouble with this. I've got her on her knees and he's tapping his cock on her tongue but... where the fuck do I go from there?" She collapsed onto the table in exaggerated, dramatic fashion, head in hands.

Rabble tapped a finger to his chin pensively. This was more familiar territory. He found himself moving past the awkwardness of his author friend being a beautiful woman as he slipped into their normal dynamic of talking shop. "Hmmmm. So you're just looking for some more dominant sex positions? Or maybe some ways that he can get her to show her submission?" he asked.

She turned her head to look up at him from the table. "Probably both. I want the guy to take control, but not by, like, hurting her or something like that. I'm not going the BDSM route here. But this character... She's timid. It's this story idea that I've been mulling around for a while. A young wife and mother wants to explore her sexuality, so she makes this agreement with her husband: once a month they are allowed to go out and try something. Anything, no rules or restrictions. And for this month, she's connected with a reputable dom online to explore her submissive side. She's going to spend the whole weekend at his cabin, and he's going to spend two long days owning her completely. She's going to do pretty much everything he wants. I'm jumping around a little in the narrative, so I'm at the first sex scene." She sat up, brushing her dress again, it really did have a habit of bunching up, and then looked back at Rabble. "And what's worse... I can't even figure out what she's wearing! Can you believe that? I love planning out lingerie and outfits in my stories, and I can't freaking figure out what to dress my imaginary lady in."

Rabble gulped as he watched Vivian's dress bunch up and then get smoothed out again over her plump thighs, but this time he was able to keep his focus a lot better. "That's funny!" he said with a snort, "Your story actually has a lot of similarities with mine. It's about an innocent, vanilla woman. Just like yours, a wife and mother, who opens up a little and walks on the wild side. I mean, I have plenty of ideas of what I want to have happen physically in the first sex scene... but I'm struggling with the emotional depth of the scene. I mean, I've never been a wife or mother myself, so I'm feeling a little out of my depth." The jazz music had started at this point, and more and more authors were pouring into the room. The buzz of the crowd was getting louder, and Rabble had to lean over the table and raise his voice a little to make himself heard.

Vivian scooted her chair closer, leaning in to hear better as the noise grew. "Sounds like we could help each other, as per usual." She smiled. "You're good with dominant sex, and I'm good with what's in a lady's head." She tapped Rabble's forehead playfully.

Rabble grinned, leaning even closer, speaking right into Vivian's ear. "Hey, no need to ask twice. I always love collaborating with you! Let's get the stories out and not stop until we bust through our writer's block."

Her chuckle was light. "I'd love to, but this party isn't a good writing spot. Plus, my laptop is still in my room. Wanna come up? We can order some room service and see what we can think up. Plus, I can get out of this dress. I know I may look divine, but... ugh, it's tight, and I'd rather be in yoga pants and a t-shirt."

Maybe he was playing with fire, but Rabble couldn't help himself. "Why, Mrs. White, are you saying we should go up to your room so you can slip into something a little more comfortable?" he asked with a laugh.

Vivian was full-on laughing now, her cheeks flushing bright red. Flirting in real life was a lot different from online. She could hide her blushing. Sneak a hand down her panties or over her chest to touch and rub when there was something titillating being talked about. But having her friend right in front of her and clearly flirting... it put Vivian into a new situation she hadn't really been prepared for. Not that it was uncomfortable. In fact, just the opposite. A spark shot through her veins at his remark and a little heat pooled between her thighs. "If you're thinking I'm gonna be in anything sexy, sorry to disappoint. I came to this convention with utility in mind. Granny panties." She shrugged and bit her lip, embarrassed. "But I guess I am asking you up to my room to... 'bang' out some chapters. That could mean so many things... especially with this group." She gestured at the people milling about and talking.

Rabble tried to will the sudden rush of blood to his crotch away, but there was just no denying it. The atmosphere of the night was getting to him, and his body just responded automatically when he flirted with a beautiful woman. "It's a good idea," he said with a sheepish grin. "It's getting too loud in here, anyway. But... I, uhh, might check out the vendors before I head up if that's ok with you. Don't want to miss any who aren't here tomorrow night." And hopefully, that would give him a chance to get up from the table without the lovely mother of two across from him noticing how their harmless flirting had given him a boner.

"Sure, sure." She said, standing up and wiggling her dress down once more, flashing the tops of her stockings again. "Stupid dress. Do what you gotta do. It'll give me a little time to change and 'get comfy'" She winked at him and chuckled, her little chest bouncing in the too tight dress. "But don't be long. I feel like this could be really productive and wanna see what we can do together before we fall asleep. I don't know about you, but I'm still a little jet lagged."

"Don't worry about me, Viv," said Rabble with a sharp grin. "I could go all night long if you wanted." Ok, now he was definitely pushing it. Vivian was going to think he was a creep!

Vivian looked down at Rabble for a second, processing what he'd said and what it might mean. Then she grinned, crossing her arms under her chest. "Oh? You think you can go all night with me? I may be an old married mommy, but I've still got some stamina. I can keep up with the best of them."

"I might hold you to that," said Rabble, his voice losing a little of its joking tone. He felt like his cock was going to burst out of his pants at any second from Vivian's cool, thoughtful stare.

"Hold me... down?" She leaned in a little, a mischievous smile quirking up her lips, showing off just a little of the small amount of cleavage she had to offer, looking her online friend in the eye as if they were playing some sort of game of chicken.

You did say I was good at dominant sex... The heated phrase was right on the tip of Rabblelaid's tongue. But he held back, breaking the stare first and snorting a laugh, playing it off like it had been a joke. "Ha! You wish, Viv. We have too much writing to do to get distracted by... extracurriculars." The moment of sexual tension had been lost, and he instantly cursed himself for it.

Vivian giggled and straightened up, stepping behind Rabble and letting one of her hands glide along his broad shoulders. "I'm in room 305. Come on up when you're done doing your shopping. Bring your laptop and let's get down to work." With that, she started back towards the elevators, hips swaying in the dress, bouncing lightly in the tight blue cloth.

Rabble watched her go, his eyes tracking her swaying ass and the way her dress was riding gently up, giving him one last tiny peek of the tops of her stockings. A phrase kept playing in his mind... "What happens at the conference stays at the conference".

Now... how long would it take for his erection to go down so he could get up without making a fool of himself?

...

Rabblelaid strolled through the vendor booths, trying to calm down a little.

What exactly had that been back there? A serious sexual spark between him and his author friend? Or a little harmless teasing?

He knew that Vivian was married, and that she had kids at home. It came up frequently in their friendly online small talk. Vivian wrote about cuckolding and hotwifing all the time. It was sort of her thing. But Rabblelaid knew better than to assume that meant she was open to having sex with other men. There were plenty of things he wrote about that were fun to imagine, but he wouldn't want to do in real life.

He walked through the booths, picking up some erotic comics and flipping through them without really looking at them. But it wasn't just all in his head. There had been that odd, heated moment between them just now. Had it just been a joke that was a little over the line? Vivian's eyes had been teasing... but joking? Rabble didn't think so.

It reminded him of the story he was currently struggling with. A wife and mother letting go of her inhibitions and walking on the wild side. It was a powerfully erotic concept to him; a straight-laced woman letting go of all hesitation and giving in to temptation to explore sexual pleasure. And it sounded like Vivian was writing a similar story. Did that mean that she thought the concept was just as hot as he did?

One question they had discussed over drinks popped into his head. What would a married mom wear to get dominated and fucked by a man who wasn't her husband? It was one question that Vivian was struggling with in her story, and Rabble did enjoy working through writer's block with her.

Just as he was turning that question over in his head, he saw it, displayed on a mannequin in front of a booth selling custom erotic lingerie.

Made of soft white leather and shining, silvery steel. A tight harness to lift and showcase the wearer's breasts, two leather pasties to cover the nipples, a tight collar with a metal ring to attach a leash, and a sort of garter belt that connected a waist strap to twin leather bands around the thighs. The outfit came with a pair of tiny white panties that had a sheer patch directly over the crotch in the shape of a cross... sacrilegious and sexy.

It wasn't clothing at all. It could barely be called lingerie. Just a tight, slutty harness meant to display and entice. A bold statement of sexual submission and lust. Anyone who wore this was declaring they were ready to be fucked. Hard.

It was perfect. Just what the character in his story would wear to show how far her inhibitions had broken down. Maybe in front of her husband? Rabble had the sudden urge to see someone wear it. His mind flashed with a sudden image of his wife in the extreme get-up, and he felt a wave of lust roar through him. Wow. This kind of slutty fetish gear just wasn't the sort of thing Clara would be into... but then again, he never would have thought she would offer him a hall pass either.

He spoke to the vendor and had to keep his face carefully blank as he heard the price. Well, genuine leather wasn't cheap, he supposed.

It would be smarter just to leave it behind... But Rabblelaid couldn't turn his back on the over-the-top harness. He couldn't stop staring at how it looked on the mannequin. A perfect blend of sexual liberation and submission. Just the tone he wanted for his new story. Clara probably wouldn't wear it... But maybe she would?

He bought the damn harness. Maybe the stupidest purchase he had ever made in his life, but he didn't feel disappointed in himself as he headed upstairs, swinging his gift bag from his hand, to grab his laptop, then head to Vivian's room for a writing session.

He was in such a good mood that he forgot to drop the bag off in his room as he went, instead carrying it with him all the way to his friend's room.

...

Vivian had forgotten to bring her yoga pants. She just had her spandex shorts. So when she got back to her room, she changed from her dress into the shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt, keeping her stockings on because they were so annoying to get on and taking them off just felt exhausting. Lazy. She was just being lazy. It wasn't that she wanted Rabble to see her in the stockings... no, not that at all.

Just as she finished getting comfy and ordered some room service that'd be up in an hour or so, she heard a knock at her door.

"Coming!" she called and went to the door, pulling it open without worrying too much about her clothes. She was maybe a bit scandalously dressed, but no more so than most women who went to the gym.

When the door opened to Vivian's room, Rabblelaid had to stop himself from staring. It looked like Vivian had undersold the sexiness of her loungewear a little. She wore an alluring combination of tight, clinging spandex shorts while keeping the stockings that showcased her legs, with the lacy tops gripping her thighs now fully exposed. Rabble had planned to make some joking comment to break the ice after their sexual tension earlier, but whatever he was going to say had completely left his brain the instant he saw Vivian's ass in her spandex shorts.

"Uhhh, hi," he said stupidly. He realized belatedly that the basketball shorts he had changed into would probably do a very poor job of hiding an erection.

Vivian smiled. "Hey! That didn't take long. Nothing good at the booths?" She asked and turned, letting Rabblelaid inside, walking ahead of him into the room, ass bouncing in the yellow shorts, her small thigh gap perfectly framing her cameltoe beneath the tight spandex as she walked towards her laptop sitting on the bed.

Rabble followed cautiously, his mouth going dry as his eyes focused intently on the jiggle and sway of Vivian's ass. "Nice rooms, aren't they?" he said in a strangled voice as he sat on the bed a few feet from Vivian, pulling out his own laptop. It was only then that he realized that he'd accidentally brought his gift bag along instead of leaving it in his room. Stupid. It was embarrassing enough to buy lingerie when he was alone at a convention without having to explain his purchase to his sexy co-writer.

Opening her laptop and tossing it on the bed, Vivian grabbed her phone from the nightstand and took a quick picture of Rabble with his computer and her own lying on the bed next to him. She quickly texted the picture to her husband, along with the message, "Having a writing session with a friend." Then she put the phone down and turned her attention back to Rabble. "Oh... did you actually find something?" she asked with a note of interest, trying to get a peek into the bag.

"Oh... yeah, you know," said Rabble sheepishly, trying to head Vivian off. "They had some pretty cool stuff down there. I just figured I should get something for my wife. A little souvenir to bring some kinkiness back home for her." He tried to nudge the bag further down the bed, subtly, out of Vivian's eyesight.

But Vivian was too quick. She darted around Rabble and grabbed the bag playfully. "Let me see! You know I love lingerie. What is it? A teddy? Maybe some cute little panties? Oooo, did you get her some sort of roleplay outfit?" she teased and opened the bag. Her eyes went wide.

"It's... well, it's just..., you know my stories. I like a little bit of dominance play in the bedroom, and I thought this looked like it might be fun," he muttered, his face growing red as he watched Vivian's reaction.

She looked over at him with a curious look of mischief and disbelief. "Really? This? Like... geez, this looks... really kinky. Er, well, I guess not like... super duper kinky, but kinky for me." She chuckled. "Is your wife into this stuff? Do you have ball gags and whips?"

Rabble laughed. "No, not at all. If it's kinky for you, it's probably downright obscene in her book. You could say that it's... an aspirational outfit. I guess it does look a little impractical, doesn't it?"

Her laughter was snorting and soft. "Well, most lingerie isn't designed to be practical." She looked a bit closer into the bag. "Is that little white thing panties? Oh wow... is that a cross on the panties?" She bit her lip, giving Rabble an amused glance through her eyelashes. "Into a little religious play, huh? Always been curious about that. I've been wanting to put it into a story... just haven't found the right one." She reached in and shifted things around. "Geez, this really does seem kinky. Does it actually look good? Like, was it on a mannequin, or just lying out? Sometimes this stuff looks nice, but then you get it on and... ugh, it's horrible."

"It looks even better on the mannequin, actually," said Rabblelaid softly, plucking out the tiny white panties and tapping a finger on the crotch. "See this sheer cross design? It sits right over the pussy lips. You can see everything. And this harness part lifts and displays the tits... it's fucking hot, trust me."

Vivian gave him a wry smile. "Oh, I'm sure they made it look great on the mannequin. Ya know, all that stiff plastic. Breasts and asses that never jiggle or move or sag. Smooth as a barbie doll." She rolled her eyes and reached in, plucking out the straps. "Man... how do you even get this thing on?" She held it up to herself loosely, trying to figure out how it would work.

"Well," said Rabble, lifting one of the straps, "This goes around the back, and these the two sort of triangles with the ring in the middle go around the tits... but, I mean, I don't think you'll be able to envision it well just by holding it up: I don't think it's your size."

"Calling me fat?" she quipped with a smile, still looking over the straps as she laid them against her. "These look adjustable... not necessarily one size fits all, but... ya know, I'm pretty small. I'll bet I could fit."

Rabblelaid glanced up at the pure white harness pressed lightly against his friend's chest, and a red-hot image flashed through his mind. Vivian wearing the sexy, scandalous harness and giving him that same sultry stare she wore when they flirted back at the reception. He looked away and cleared his throat. "Well, I mean," he said, gesturing vaguely to the bathroom, "You could always just slip it on and take a look for yourself. Maybe it would even be helpful for your story. Honestly, one of the reasons that I couldn't help but buy it was that I thought it would work really well as an outfit for the innocent wife and mother character I'm writing. You didn't get to see it on the mannequin, but I bet getting a look at yourself in the mirror would inspire you."

Vivian glanced back at Rabble, seeing him blushing a little and looking slightly uncomfortable. It was cute. "Well... sure, why not? We should make sure you got your money's worth. If your wife's gonna wear this, we should make sure it can actually fit on a human woman." Grabbing the bag, she turned abruptly and marched towards the bathroom, ass swaying in her shorts, bouncing just a little with that motherly fluff that was hard to get rid of.

Rabble cleared his throat and adjusted his pants. He had been half-joking, and the idea of Vivian actually taking him up on the offer had sent a fresh wave of arousal through his whole body. The image of Vivian slipping into the kinky harness was stiflingly hot, even if she would probably just leave the bathroom in a few minutes with a laugh, tossing the harness back in the bag and saying that it actually didn't fit, or that it was too hard to figure out how to get on... Or even that she had tried it on and snapped a few pics for her husband that Rabble would never be lucky enough to see.

"I was thinking that it would make a really great outfit for the first big sex scene I was planning," he called out through the bathroom door, opening his laptop to distract himself from the thought of Vivian putting on the harness. "A great symbol of my character's new sexuality. Innocent and pure, but super kinky, too."

For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence from the bathroom as Vivian struggled to figure out how the harness was supposed to fit. It was even kinkier than she'd thought. The panties were skin-tight and, sure enough, Rabble had been right: the sheer cross sat right over her bald little slit, framing it perfectly. The white leather was soft, but tight around her thighs, making them puff out slightly around the straps. It was the same all over. Wherever the straps touched and dug in, her skin puffed out around them. The triangles that framed her A-cups made them perk up, light pink nipples hard already from the sensation of the leather digging in.

Once she finally finished putting the harness on, Vivian brushed back her hair and looked in the mirror. The results were a little surprising. She looked... well... like she belonged in some sort of dungeon. She almost laughed, looking for her phone to take a picture and send it to her husband.

Vivian realized she had left her phone on the bed, and, since this was really too good not to share, stepped out of the bathroom... completely forgetting that her friend was sitting on the bed outside.

"Well? Does it fit on an actual human body?" Rabble called out, distracted by trying to work through a bit of dialogue in his story. When he heard the door open, he assumed that it must be Vivian giving up on her attempt to figure out the unusual lingerie.

His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in shock as he saw Vivian stepping unselfconsciously into the moody lighting of the hotel room, her body breathtakingly displayed by the pure white harness. Her breasts were small, little perky teardrops tantalizingly framed by the tight, pure-white leather, their pink nipples already stiff. The straps of the harness pressed into the feminine softness of her thighs and hips and ass in a way that drew Rabble's eyes immediately. Her behind bounced and jiggled with just the right amount of sensual softness that most men craved. But his attention was stolen away by the sight of Vivian's tight pussy, framed and displayed by the naughty sacrilegious panties. It was much smoother and tighter than he expected for a mother of two. The sheer silver of the material clung beautifully to her skin. He knew that he should look back up into Vivian's eyes... make a joke or just give her a compliment, but he only had eyes for her pussy at that moment. His cock rose, stiff and demanding, tenting up his athletic shorts in a series of jerky pumps, until it rapidly stood like a thick spike of masculine lust, obvious and uncompromising.

Vivian froze for a second. Suddenly realizing that she was standing in a hotel room with a near-stranger, almost completely naked. She could be a little flighty sometimes, but this screw-up seemed much more absent-minded than usual. She looked over at Rabble, her cheeks burning red and eyes darting to the massive tent in his shorts, then right back up to his face. "Um..." She paused a moment and then put her hands on her hips and cocked one, giving what hopefully looked like a playful grin. "I think it fits..."

"I'll say it fucking does," breathed Rabblaid, his eyes crawling over every inch of Vivian's displayed body. "You were right. It just doesn't have the same effect on a plastic mannequin." All afternoon, Rabble had been feeling a little hesitant. Holding back. Not wanting to seem creepy. He had done his best to respect Vivian and her marriage, and, honestly, he hadn't been certain if he wanted to accept his wife's offer of a hall pass. That hesitance was burning away in the heat of his lust for the beautiful naked woman standing in front of him. His dominant male instincts stirred inside him, pushing his objections aside. He wanted her. And, based on the fact she had displayed herself in slutty, submissive lingerie in front of him, she wanted to be had.

"Come closer," said Rabble, his voice low and compelling. "I want to get a better look."

Vivian hesitated. Nervous. Not that Rabble would hurt her. She knew he'd respect her choice if she said no... but... the look in his eyes and how he said... come closer... she found herself stepping over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed. She was suddenly painfully aware of how completely exposed she was. Her tits bounced lightly in the harness as she walked forward with a hip-swaying walk, the tiny white panties rubbing against her and clinging even tighter along her smooth sex.

Rabble felt that deep stirring of lust grow, rising up from deep inside him. Vivian's eyes were wide as they met his; a little unsure on the surface, but he could sense her eagerness beneath. She approached him, obeying his command, not pulling away from his audacious request. She was allowing whatever was happening between them to move forward. He could feel his cock pulsing, hard as iron in his lap as Vivian drew near.... Now she was within arm's reach. But for now, Rabble just looked. Closely. Moving his face so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Soaking up the sight of every exquisite inch of her with his hungry eyes. Her stiffening nipples, her plump, mouthwatering ass and thighs, her tight little bald slit so daringly displayed by the sheer window in the panties.

Breathing shallowly, raggedly, the feeling of arousal washing through her, Vivian stood still as her friend examined her. No doubt he could see the light stretch marks on her stomach, how her mound was a little more plump from age and children, her breasts a bit more saggy than they'd been ten years ago. But just feeling his eyes on her was making her tremble lightly. It felt like she was a character in one of her stories. It made the creative juices flow... as well as the ones between her lower lips.

Rabblelaid's eyes traveled upward slowly over every inch of Vivian's body, meeting her eyes with a flare of smoky heat. "How does it... feel?" he asked in that low, calm voice. There was a twist of an offer in his question. An indecent proposal lurking unsaid.

Vivian swallowed hard. "T... tight..." she whispered softly.

"It looks tight..." murmured Rabble, but his eyes weren't on the harness anymore. He was utterly focused on the tight married pussy just a foot away. He reached out slowly, giving Vivian every chance to move away. His palm upward, two fingers lightly extended, moving toward the surface of the pure white panties to feel the tightness for himself. His eyes were locked with Vivian's now, daring her to move away... daring her to stay right where she was.

She stood stock still, an immovable statue. Watching as Rabble's hand slowly approached her crotch. Moving slowly toward the thin, little sheer cross that was framing her pussy. "Are... you going to touch me?" she asked breathlessly. Part of her wanted to stop this. Not because it was wrong; she and her husband were fairly liberal and open, especially since she'd started writing erotica, and Rabblelaid wouldn't be the first man that her husband had shared her with. But... usually she gave him more notice. This sudden, unplanned encounter was surprising. Exciting. A bit scary.

Rabble paused. He badly wanted to press forward... to feel Vivian's hot pussy beneath his fingers. He had to stay calm. The last thing he wanted was to make Vivian feel like he was pressuring her. He looked her in the eyes and said calmly, "Yes. I want to touch you, Viv. Are you ok with that?"

Licking her lips thoughtfully, Vivian stayed still but opened her stance a bit more, allowing a better view and access between her legs. The panties grew even tighter against her skin, pulled by the shifting straps. "I g-guess... I could be okay with it..." she stammered, blushing.

"That's what I like to hear," said Rabble. His hand moved forward again. Slowly. "... Good girl," he couldn't help but add in a smoldering voice. His finger glided over the surface of the panties, pressing their silky, soft material firmly into the lips of Vivian's pussy.

Vivian groaned softly at the gentle pressure against the panties and her smooth vagina. "Oh..." she gasped softly and closed her eyes, biting her lip as the sensation of his finger pressing against her sent shivers through her whole body.

Rabble moved his fingers slowly and sensually, pressing and rubbing them between Vivian's thighs as she gasped above him. Vivian looked so cute in the obscene harness... just like what he had wanted for the character in his story. Innocent yet kinky. He couldn't help but tease her a little. Just to get her reaction. "You know what it makes me think when I see a married mother show herself off for me in slutty fetish gear, Viv?" he asked in a warm, amused voice. "It makes me think that she's looking for trouble. Is that what you're doing? Looking for trouble?"

Vivian trembled slightly, eyes still closed. "I... maybe I am... maybe I n-need to be disciplined..."

"Hmmm... That's an interesting thought," mused Rabblelaid, working the dampening panties deeper into Vivian's soft crotch. "A bad little mommy who needs to learn a lesson... There's a lot I could teach you, Viv. And a lot you can teach me. You wanted to learn about submission, right? And I need to know what it feels like for a liberated woman when she gives in to desire. We could sit and talk through it... but I think I know a faster way to show you what I know. More fun too."

"And what's that?" Vivian asked with a nervous but eager smile. She looked down at Rabble as he was still touching her panties and noticed him pulling out his phone.

"I'm proposing a little hands-on learning. Filmed for later review, naturally," said Rabble with a cheeky smile. He turned on his phone camera and panned up to capture the blushing, nearly naked woman above him. "So... want to break through some writer's block with me?"

Vivian snorted a laugh, making her tits bounce. "I think you might want to break through something else." She winked at the camera with a rueful smile, but didn't move to stop things. This seemed too fun to pass up. And hey, maybe Rabble was right and this really would make their stories better.

"You told me," said Rabble, his voice losing a bit of its teasing fun and gaining a lustful growl, "that your heroine was kneeling down, with her dom tapping his thick cock on her tongue... but you weren't sure where to go from there, right?"

He raised an eyebrow challengingly. "Want to work out what comes next?"

Her breath was coming in shallowly. Heart beating fast. This felt dangerous... but she was excited. Too excited. This was a chance to get a little first-hand knowledge for her stories... and she trusted Rabble well enough. "Are you asking me to get on my knees?" She quirked a smile.

"No, Vivian. I'm not asking," said Rabblelaid in a stern voice. "Domination, remember? On your knees."

She swallowed, feeling a knot of tension in her chest and stomach, but she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of her friend at the edge of the bed, eyes on the camera.

Rabblelaid tugged his shorts slowly down his thighs, letting his impressive cock bob free in the dim light of the hotel room, just inches from Vivian's face. The phone captured them both perfectly in frame: his thick, rock hard cock and Vivian's wide-eyed hunger.

"Oh!" She stared at the impressive member. "Geez! You didn't tell me you were this big! How does your wife deal with this?" Vivian giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl rather than an erotica writing mother of two.

"Well, typically she cums all over it," Rabble says with a chuckle. "We'll have to see if you have a similar reaction, won't we? Now... say 'ahhhh'. We have a scene to write, don't we?"

The look Vivian gave him was incredulous, but also playful and slightly sultry. She settled her heels against her ass and opened her mouth, keeping eye contact.

Rabble took his cock in hand, bringing it down heavily on Vivian's tongue with three wet *smacks*. "How are you at blowjobs, Vivian? Lots of practice?"

The mother blushed slightly as the heavy cock slapped her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste of another man. "Um... just mostly on special occasions. But I've got a lot of experience writing about it."

"I'm sure that experience will transfer," Rabble reached down and ran his hand gently through Vivian's hair, pausing to rest on the back of her head. He paused one last time, stepping briefly outside of the dominant role to ask, "It's really ok, right? You want to do this?"

She hesitated, staring at the massive dick in front of her... feeling the taste of it on her tongue. It was a long few seconds as she remained on her knees thinking, considering, then looked up at Rabble with a sweet smile. "Are you asking me to give you a blowjob?"

"I guess I wouldn't phrase it that way..." Rabble said, returning her smile with a cheeky one of his own. "A little too vanilla for a kinky story like I'm writing. Something more like, 'Suck my cock with that pretty little married mouth' would work better, I think."

Her eyes fell on the throbbing cock in front of her face, then looked back up at the camera Rabble was holding as she leaned in slowly, letting her lips press to the thick tip and gave it a sensual, soft kiss.

"Fuck! You're so hot, Viv," groaned Rabble, keeping the camera steady as his cock twitched beneath Vivian's soft lips. "Fucking take it. I want to feel my cock stretching those lips."

She kissed it again softly. Dragging her lips around the tip before pressing them against it and opening up, taking his head inside her mouth bit by bit until her lips closed over the mushroom rim.

Rabble breathed in hot, rapid breaths. This feeling of power and satisfaction was intoxicating. His beautiful friend, his writing partner who he respected so much, thought so highly of him that she wanted to do this for him. To kneel at his feet in sexy lingerie and suck his cock. God, it was a gift he would remember until the day he died.

Tongue flicking against Rabble's tip, Vivian suckled the cock head slowly and gently, reaching out and wrapping a hand around his base to hold him still. After a minute, she pulled away with a soft, wet pop. "Wow... you're seriously big. Do you actually get this thing all the way inside your wife?"

"She's had a lot of practice," Rabble said with a laugh. "But I also make sure to get her really really warmed up... a little submissive cocksucking definitely helps with that. You might need it if this is going where I think it is."

"Oh yeah? Where do you think this is going to go?" she asked, bouncing his cock in her hand with a grin before leaning back in and swallowing the head slowly between her lips, and then taking it a bit deeper.

"I guess I was assuming this wasn't over until I'm balls deep in that tight little pussy. Am I wrong?"

Vivian continued sucking slowly along his head, sinking a little deeper each time before pulling off again with a soft gasp. "Balls deep in me? My tight little pussy? I don't think you're wrong... but you seem to be asking me... not telling me." Her gaze was challenging and sultry.

"Then let me make myself clear," said Rabble in a harder, deeper voice. "This doesn't end until I fill that teasing married cunt up with cum. And even then, I don't know if I can be satisfied with just once..."

Her mouth moved lower, deeper, letting his married cock slide into her throat as she sucked with eager desire, methodical and slow-paced. In no hurry. Eyes closed, swallowing more and more of his cock, trying to get it all inside her throat.

Rabble aimed the camera carefully, zooming it to capture Vivian's struggle as she slowly swallowed his thick cock inch by inch. "Look at you..." he said warmly. "So intimidated by its size just a second ago... And now you're practically best friends with it. Keep going. I want to see you take every inch in that hot, wet throat."

Vivian looked up with her striking blue eyes, moving her lips along the thick length of her friend's cock. Letting her tongue slowly slide along the underside as she took a bit more down her throat each time. Still a little nervous, but not so inexperienced that she didn't know what to do to make a man feel like a king.

Rabble had to focus and breathe through his nose to not cum a thick load down his friend's throat right then and there. Just seeing her eyes turned upward, seeking his approval while his cock sank into her throat inch by inch was enough to make him feel close. But it wasn't time yet. He had declared his intentions plainly. He wasn't going to stop until he came deep inside her.

Finally, Vivian made it down the entire length of Rabble's cock. Her lips stretched around the base, nose rubbing against Rabble's pubic hair as she breathed in deeply through her nose. Her tits pressed against the edge of the bed as she came in close. It took a bit of effort, but she managed to stay there, holding his thick shaft inside her throat. He felt fucking enormous. She groaned around him, struggling for breath as saliva built up, further lubricating the large member in her mouth.

Rabble luxuriated in the dominant feeling, reaching down to gently and appreciatively run his fingers through Vivian's lovely red hair. "Good girl," he murmured again, feeling connected to her in a way he never had before. When she finally came up from breath, gasping and a little teary-eyed, Rabble did what he always did when his wife gave him a blowjob. It felt so natural that he didn't even question whether it was appropriate to do with another man's wife. He leaned down and captured her in a deep, passionate kiss. A little gross? Maybe. But he had always figured that if a woman was willing to take his cock in her mouth, he shouldn't be an asshole and act all squeamish about kissing her.

Vivian was taken by surprise by the kiss. It felt strangely intimate. Weird how sucking a man's penis didn't seem as intimate as kissing his lips did. But she didn't back away. She kissed him back deeply, letting her moist tongue glide and tangle with his before running along his teeth. When they parted, little strings of saliva dripped between them. Vivian took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure, then smiled. "Geez. I think we're getting a bit more friendly than we planned."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. White," said Rabble with a cocky grin. "We're just two authors collaborating on a story, right?" Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his strong arms, turning to toss her lightly back onto the bed. "Now... It's time to show you how I warm a woman up so she can take me."

The squeal Vivian let out was playful and full of laughter as she bounced on the bed, her tits jiggling freely as she lay back on the bed gasping for air after the quick throwing around she'd just gotten. "Do you always throw your friends around?"

"Only right before I fuck them." Rabble's eyes were hungry as he stood above Vivian, peeling off the rest of his clothes. "Take off the panties," he said with a firm tone of command. "I want to see you without anything in the way."

Vivan stared up at him, biting her lip, then reached down slowly and caressed her middle ring finger along the center of her sex, over the panties. "These panties?" She asked playfully as her wedding ring glittered in the dim lighting.

"I'm not asking, Viv," said Rabble, his tone warm, but uncompromising. His eyes danced over the ring, feeling his cock throb with the delicious taboo of the situation. So wrong, yet so right. "I want to see the married pussy dripping and bare. Now."

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the panties and started to slip them down, watching Rabble as he watched her. It was all so intense. The feeling of his eyes. Seeing him naked and hard. Knowing the taste of his cock. Fuck it was thick... and she was tight. Her husband was a good size, nothing to be ashamed of at all, but Rabble's cock was clearly thicker and a little longer. She was a little nervous that it might not fit...

Rabble held the camera steady, capturing the erotic image for all time: Vivian, her stiff nipples pointing up from her small breasts like beacons of arousal, wriggling and shifting lightly as she pulled down the pure white panties to expose her flushed, dripping pussy. His heart beat like a hammer against his ribs, and every instinct told him to pounce, to slide his cock home into that wet, tight little hole. The pussy that was so aroused just for him. But he restrained himself as Vivian slipped the panties off her ankles and parted her thighs, revealing her dewy pussy. He knew from long experience with his wife that women needed lots of foreplay to enjoy his cock properly.

Her legs up and open, Vivian allowed Rabble a clear and clean view of her smooth innie mound, glistening lightly from her arousal. Her ass was upturned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her little pink asshole. She reached down and held her thighs open, displaying herself for his smoldering eyes. "Well? What do you think?" She asked, her voice timid, yet teasing.

Well, with an invitation like that, how could Rabble resist taking a closer look? He moved forward, focusing his camera on an extreme closeup of the lovely pussy in front of him. He reached out and rubbed a thumb lightly over Vivian's soft labia. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, before gently using a finger to part her lips, slipping it inside to feel her wet, passionate heat. "And so fucking tight," he said in a voice of awe, his eyes flicking upward to hers. "You really had two kids? And you still feel like this?"

Vivan groaned at his touch. Her skin was warm, soft and pliable beneath his fingers as Rabble touched and opened her, feeling her tight tunnel. "Fuck..." she breathed. "Are... are we really going to... do this... because if we are... we should set up my phone as a camera and use yours too... for research." She was panting, biting her lip in nervous excitement.

"Set up...?" Rabble's face split into a grin. "Vivian, did you bring a fucking tripod to the conference? I'm starting to think you were already planning to do a little research while you were here."

She laughed. "Well, yeah, I packed one. But not because I thought... Well, it was just for, like, group photos and stuff. Shut up!" She motioned to her bag. "It's in there. Ignore the other panties and stuff."

Rabblelaid quickly located the tripod and set it up with a good view of the bed. "So who's going to get a look at this research footage?" he asked, half-joking. "Going to show it off at parties? Just you? Or... is your husband going to watch as well?" He was a little unsure, not wanting to overstep his bounds or offend. He knew Vivian wrote an awful lot about wife sharing, but he didn't want to assume anything about her real-life relationship. Maybe he shouldn't have even brought it up. What if it killed the mood?

Vivian rolled to her side to watch as Rabble set up the tripod and camera. "Probably going to keep this private... My husband might get lucky and see it, depending on what we do I guess..." She blushed a little, her hand slipping between her thighs to gently rub her smooth folds while she slyly watched her friend's cock throb and bounce from the corner of her eye.

Rabble started the recording and returned to the bed, lying next to Vivian and pulling her close, kissing her again as his cock pressed into her soft, feminine belly. Feeling her stiff nipples press hard against his chest. Reveling in the taboo yet comfortable feeling of intimacy. "Maybe I want him to see," he whispered. "It's thanks to him I get to fuck my sexy friend. I don't even know the guy and it's one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. The least I can do is make a fucking hot video for him to watch."

Vivian's hand slid down between them to grasp hold of his cock. Beginning to stroke it with slow, teasing pumps. "Yeah? What exactly do you want him to see? Do you want him to see another man dominating his wife? After all... that's the problem with the scene I'm working on." Vivian gripped the thick cock in her hand moving it up and down, rubbing the tip along her stomach. Unconsciously tracing her stretch marks with little smears of pre-cum.

"I want him to be too busy watching you to see me at all," said Rabble, his hand snaking down past Vivian's to rub and tease between her thighs. "I want him to see you submit. I want him to see you cum all over my cock. I want him to hear it when you call me..." he paused, unsure if he should say it. It would be quite a little show of submission if he convinced Vivian to speak to him that way...

She pressed herself closer, opening her legs to let him rub along her pussy, feeling the heat pouring off of her. "What? You want me to call you what?" Her smile was like a fox's.

"I want to hear you call me fucking 'Sir' in that sweet little voice while I make you mine." he growled, slipping a finger deep into Vivian's hot, tight cunt.

She gasped and let her head fall back as he stretched her little hole with just a finger. Her fist tightened on his cock, stroking it hard for a moment, then moving it, shifting it downward towards her pussy, letting the tip rub against her little clit "Yeah...? Does my big married friend want this married mom to submit completely? Let this thick cock inside me? Raw... I'll bet you didn't even bring condoms, because you didn't think anything like this would happen." She was panting, lifting her leg more so the camera could capture his finger moving inside her smooth entrance.

"If I pulled one out right now, would you want me to put it on?" teased Rabble. He had a condom in his wallet, of course... but hearing Vivian's sweet, horny voice, he was pretty sure that she could be convinced to go without. "Or would you beg to feel my raw cock inside you?"

"Mmmm I don't think you'd put it on even if you had one. You'd tell me that you were going to fuck me raw, and that was final." She moved his cock between her legs letting it rub up against her. "Oh, geez... fucking hot... mmmm fuck."

"I think you might be right..." mused Rabble with a chuckle, thrusting gently against Vivian's sopping pussy, seizing back the initiative. "After all, if a dominant man wants raw pussy, that's what he's going to get." He pressed a little harder, the head of his cock parting her lips and just barely easing inside.

"Oh... oh holy fuck..." Vivian's eyes shot open wide. "Fuck Rabble! Slow... oh god that's thick!" She bit her lip and looked down between them, seeing his thick tip pressing into her, spreading her folds. She gulped. "Geez, I think I underestimated..." but she didn't get to finish.

Rabble silenced her with another kiss, moving his hips forward slowly but steadily, spreading apart her tender lips as he sank inside her tight married pussy, inch by inch.

Panting into his mouth, kissing him firmly and trying not to whimper as she was stretched, Vivian felt Rabble lift her leg higher to give the camera a better view of his bare cock sliding into her, opening her wide and making her smooth labia mold around him like wet clay, sucking him in. "Oh, fucking god!" She gasped into his mouth, biting his lip.

Rabble breathed out a gasping breath, feeling Vivian's pussy tight and snug around his cock. "God, your husband is a lucky man," he said, looking toward the camera with a wink. "Coming home to this every night? I would never get out of bed if you were there."

She let out a gasping whimper. "Fucking shit, you're big! Oh geez, how does your wife do this?" She gasped and reached down, rubbing her clit slowly, trying to get herself a bit more wet. "Fuck... mmm..." Arousal was washing over her in waves. "Own me." She panted. "Own me, Rabble... we need to do our research... for our stories..." She let her head roll back, moaning at the feel of just a couple inches of the new cock inside her.

Rabble reached down to grip Vivian's hips tight with one hand, using the other to replace Vivian's own hand on her clit. Tenderly rubbing it with one thumb as he slipped deeper inside. "Yes. You're mine tonight, Vivian. This pussy belongs to me. Now... take it all."

"Ohhh holy god fuck yes..." she groaned as more slipped in. Her juices drenched his cock, letting him slowly push deeper and deeper, stretching her walls wide. "So fucking hard... ohhhh god put it all in... don't stop..."

Rabblelaid thrust deeper, kissing hungrily at Vivian's tender neck as he stretched her pussy wide with his thick cock inch by inch. "Who owns this pussy, Viv? Who does it belong to?"

She met his gaze, her breaths hot and trembling between them. "You... ohhh geez, it's too big... to... mmm... it's yours. All yours."

"Then I'm going to own every inch of it," he said, low and certain, pressing slowly and firmly to push the rest of his length inside as he maintained simmering eye contact.

Vivian let out a deep, guttural gasp as every inch stretched her. Her lips squeezed his base, his balls pressing against her ass. He pulled her leg up even higher and looked her right in the eye, making sure the camera saw that a new man was completely inside her married slit.

"Now tell me what you want. I want to hear it. I want your husband to hear it," said Rabble, struggling against his instinct to fuck her pussy as fast and deep as possible.

Taking a few deep breaths, Vivian bit the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering. "Own me. Own my pussy. Fuck me exactly like you've always dreamed about. I know you want me. I know you've fantasized about this. Now use me. Fuck me."

Rabble held Vivian's knee up in a good position to show off for the camera and began to move. Slowly at first, giving her pussy time to adjust to the movement of his thick cock. He could feel her pussy eagerly gripping and milking him with every stroke.

She chewed her lip as his cock moved in and out slowly, the camera clearly capturing her lips dragging along his shaft. Warm cream coated Rabble as she milked and squeezed and stretched around the thick new member invading her tunnel until she finally let out the whimper she had been trying to hold back.

"Don't hold back," commanded Rabble, his fingers squeezing tight as he gripped Vivian's leg, holding it in the air. His cock felt like it was trapped in a hot, silky vise. Gripped tight on every square inch. "I want to hear what it feels like when a married mother gets fucked... for my story, remember?"

"Ohhhh... mmmm... of course... for the story..." Vivian gasped as her friend firmly thrust in and out of her tight, motherly tunnel. "So... fucking good... so thick... oh god you're stretching me so much..." She looked down and saw her lips clinging and sucking lewdly around his length. Her lips were gripping and being pulled every time he pulled out, sliding slick and glistening along his shaft before he'd vanish inside her again, making her moan louder.

Rabble lost himself in the rhythm of sex, silently thrusting hard and deep, feeling the press of his hard body against Vivian's curves, the clinging grip of her warm, wet pussy on his thick shaft. The gentle slap of skin on skin filled the room, blending with Vivian's moans and whimpers, sending sexual energy coursing through him as he listened.

Vivian began to whimper softly. "Fuck... fuck... fuck." The words burst from her lips in rhythm with Rabble's deep thrusts. "I'm gonna cum... oh fuck I'm gonna cum..." Tears slid down her cheeks as she started to shiver with her oncoming orgasm.

Rabble could feel it. He was perfectly in sync with Vivian in that moment of sexual connection. He was going to cum, too. Normally, that would make him pull back and slow down. He rarely averaged more than two sessions in one night, and he wasn't ready for this electric, super-heated encounter to be over that quickly. But this time, he couldn't hold back. He wanted to cum deep inside the married cunt that was desperately milking his cock with every stroke. He wanted to feel his balls empty deep inside another man's wife as she moaned and writhed beneath him. So he didn't slow down. He couldn't. So instead he went faster, saying, "Cum for me... Cum Vivian. Cum right fucking now."

"Yes! Yes, oh god, yes fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck meeeeee!" She screamed and shook as her orgasm rushed over her, making her cunt squeeze hard around the cock that was pushing deep and stretching her to her limit. "God fucking shit, yes fuck!" Vivian whimpered and bit her lip as her breath came in heavy gasps.

Rabble thrust one more time, as deep as he could go, stretching and filling Vivian's clenching pussy with his cock. Then he felt blissful release, firing thick, hot spurts of cum deep inside her, feeling it fill her up, spreading warmly around the shaft of his cock as she began to overflow.

Vivian stiffened, gasping, shaking with her orgasm and relishing the sudden intense, liquid heat inside. "Fuck... ohshit you're cumming in me... oh my god fuck!"

Rabble pumped his cock in and out a few more times with a groan, making lewd squishing noises as he pushed his cum deep into his friend's tight pussy. "Fuck. Yes. I. Am. Fuck!"

The camera caught a perfect view of his pulsing and convulsing balls as Rabble ejaculated inside Vivian, her leg up in the air, trembling from her own orgasm. Cream started to froth and drip out from the last few thrusts into her tight center.

Rabble pulled out, panting for breath. He wasted no time, grabbing his phone once again for a close-up shot, pulling Vivian's thighs apart and tilting her hips upward slightly to get the perfect angle. He pointed the camera at her freshly fucked pussy, pink from the force of his thrusts and gaping lightly from the thickness of the cock that had just left it. With powerful arousal still coursing through his veins despite his recent orgasm, he reached down with his free hand and pulled open her rosy lips with finger and thumb, showing the thick, pearly mess he had made of her cunt. He kept the camera steady, but looked up into Vivian's panting, blushing face with a wicked grin.

"What a naughty little christian mommy. Lying in a hotel room, her pussy filled with her internet friend's hot, sticky load. How does it feel, Viv? The writer in me needs to know."

Vivian lay back on the bed, letting Rabble do as he pleased between her legs and gasped lightly when he pulled open her lips to let his cum start running out of her and down her ass. When she looked up at him and listened, her chest burned. "Fuck," she grumbled and lay back with another soft laugh. "It felt good. Geez, your wife must love you. That was intense..." She brushed back some of her damp hair and leaned up on her elbows, looking down at her pussy. "You really shot a lot in me... it's hot... you're lucky my tubes are tied." She giggled.

"Then you won't mind if I shoot a few more loads in to join them," growled Rabble playfully, crawling up the bed until he was above Vivian on his hands and knees, looking down at her lovely body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat that made it almost look oiled.

She looked up at him, still panting, her breasts bouncing in the harness, the leather straps digging into her skin all over. "Oh?" she whispered softly. "Are you going to fuck me again? Already?" Her tongue moved slowly over her lower lips and her eyes stared up at him, filled with sultry challenge.

"I don't think you've really submitted to me yet," said Rabble with a smirk. He reached down and hooked a finger through the ring on Vivian's leather collar, lifting her toward him into a fierce kiss. "And I'm not stopping until you do..." he whispered as he broke away.

Vivan began to pant. "Who said I wanted you to stop?"

Rabble chuckled, then flopped over onto his back, getting comfortable with his head propped up against the pillows. "I feel like I did most of the work on that one. Come over here and clean me off while I get ready to go again. After that... I want to see how well a mother of two can ride."

Vivian narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't know how to feel about the casual way he was ordering her around. But she still sat up, leaning down to slowly lick around the dripping head of Rabble's cock. Her lithe tongue gathered up thick globs of semen and swallowed them down before going back to trace her tongue around his rim once again. Kissing along his length, softly and lovingly.

"You see, that's what I'm talking about," said Rabble, putting his arms behind his head and enjoying the show with a cocky grin. "You aren't used to it, are you? Having a guy push you around a little in bed? Kind of rubs you the wrong way?"

Vivian's eyes darted up at her friend, flashing with fierce fire, but also a fun, playful curiosity. Her lips rubbed all over his cock, taking him into her mouth slowly, licking up the juices and slick fluids they'd made.

"But that's the fun of it, Viv. Submission is about putting me in the driver's seat," said Rabblelaid, holding firm, direct eye contact with her. "I promise if you lean into it, it'll be lots of fun. Here." He held out a hand for her to take. "Let's put the cleaning on hold. I think I know a way to get you into the spirit of things."

She removed her lips from his cock and looked at him with a sly grin. "Oh? Really? That confident?"

"Take my hand and find out how confident I can be," said Rabble, his eyes gleaming with secretive mirth.

After a second, Vivian reached for his hand, her wedding ring glittering.

Rabble took her hand and pulled Vivian gently but firmly forward and to the side until she was laying face down across his lap, his stiffening cock pressing upward into her belly. He rubbed one strong hand over her plump backside. "Well, ready to feel how sweet submission can be?" he asked in a voice dripping with amusement and lust.

Vivan looked back over her shoulder at Rabble sharply, her eyes wide with surprise, and then realized... oh did she realize what was about to happen. Her wiggly backside was firm but with a sort of softness that some women would kill for. Its smooth, plump cheeks were framed perfectly by the white leather straps... and it was now completely exposed to Rabble.

*Smack* The first spank was light, almost playful. Just a demonstration from Rabblelaid that he was in charge and Vivian was at his mercy right now. "Ok, Viv, I want you to be a good girl for me. Say thank you after every spank."

With a soft gasp, Vivian bit her lip. "T... Thank you." She muttered, against her better judgment.

*SMACK* This one was a little harder, making Vivian's glorious ass jiggle and staining it just the faintest blush of pink. "Oh come on now," said Rabble with a smirk. "You can do better than that. Be a little more... respectful."

She groaned. "Thank you... si... sir." She stammered and looked back at him with just the hint of a glare.

"Better. But you're still a little spicy, I see," said Rabble. He reached down and cupped one of Vivian's cheeks in his hand, jiggling it playfully. "Has anyone ever told you, you have a fat ass, Viv?" he asked with a teasing smile.

Something made Vivian shiver. Rabble could feel it as her body shifted against his growing cock. The teasing. That little bit of humiliation... nothing over the top or mean, but playful. It made her nipples hard, rubbing against his leg. "My husband thinks it's nice," she whispered.

Rabble laughed softly. "I didn't say it wasn't nice. It's the kind of cute, chubby little ass that just makes me want to watch it jiggle." *SMACK* This spank was aimed from the side, making a reverberation roll through Vivian's juicy butt.

She couldn't contain a groan. Her legs parted slightly and Rabble got a glimpse of her smooth slit, still slightly glazed with his cum as it dripped in little shining beads along her labia and down her thigh.

Rabble ran his fingers up and down Vivian's cum-glazed pussy, rubbing his seed into her with teasing fingers. "Don't forget... what are you supposed to do with every spank, Viv?"

With a shaky sigh, she muttered, "Thank you, sir."

"I wonder how many guys check you out," mused Rabble, jiggling her ass once again, his eyes shining with amusement. "The second you go out in even something slightly tight I bet everyone is trying to sneak an eyeful of this thick ass. And now it's all mine to play with." He dragged his fingers more firmly up Vivian's slit, pressing and rubbing against her clit, smearing it with his cum.

Vivian was trembling now, her ass and puffy mound jiggling slightly with her tremors. Her breathing came in ragged gasps through her mouth and nose as her writing friend teased and played with. She'd forgotten about the camera for the moment, but it was capturing every second as she explored dominance and submission with a near stranger.

"You said you were mine tonight," said Rabble, his voice suddenly hard and scintillating. "And I don't know if you meant that seriously... but I did. You might be married out there in the real world, but in this hotel room, you're mine, Viv. Those soft lips... those pretty little tits, your tight, wet pussy, even this fat ass. All mine. And I'm going to make you feel like you really belong to me, deep in your heart." *SMACK* This spank was a little harder still, leaving a stinging pink mark on Vivian's luscious ass.

Her groans echoed in the room as Rabble spanked her ass again, leaving a pink mark across her pale cheeks. She bit down on her lip hard but still was able to squeak out, "Thank you, sir." In a bit of a breathless whine.

Rabble grinned as he finally heard a glimmer of it... the pain and pleasure and light embarrassment had put just a twist of real submission into Vivian's sweet voice. He wanted to hear more. His cock was hard and ready now, throbbing against Vivian's heaving belly. "Ok, Viv. Enough games. Time to show me how you ride."

She leaned up, shifting around on Rabble's lap. Brushing her hair away from her face, she moved so she was straddling his lap, back to the camera. "Like this?" She asked in a sultry moan, reaching down to take hold of his thick member and guiding it towards her smooth, cum-glazed slit.

"Fuck. Show me how those little tits bounce," growled Rabble, looking up at her beautiful, feminine form with lustful admiration.

Vivian pressed the cockhead against her mound and let out a little groan as she began to work it back into her tunnel. Soft gasps puffed from her mouth as her lips split, swallowing the bulbous married cock and sinking down slowly. Her tits jiggled lightly as she moved to take more and more of him inside her until she was fully sitting on his cock.

Rabble reached up to grab Vivian's hips, sinking his fingers into her feminine softness as they sat there for a moment, both enjoying the pleasant feeling of her pussy stretched around his cock. "Mmmm fuck," he grunted in satisfaction. "I still can't fucking believe how good you feel. God, it's like a hand in a glove."

"Don't... try to flatter me." Vivian breathed, trying to adjust to the feeling of something so big inside her.

"Why wouldn't I brag a little?" asked Rabble, "About someone who belongs to me?" He pushed upward in a shifting, grinding motion, rubbing Vivian's clit against him as he flexed and stretched subtly inside her. "Now... I thought you were going to ride me. Or do you have a little more talking back you want to get out of your system?"

She glared a little at him but put her hands on his shoulders, adjusted her position so her feet were on either side of his hips on the bed and slowly started to rise up with a soft hiss of pleasure. Her lips dragging along his length.

"Hold on one sec," said Rabble with a wicked grin. He shifted position slightly to give the best view possible to the camera, then slid his hands back to grip her ass cheeks, pulling apart the rounded globes to reveal her pink, winking asshole and her tight pussy to the camera.

Vivian looked back and down, seeing him holding her open, her pink little anus winking and her puffy, stretched lips fully exposed as they sucked at the member inside her. It was erotic and sexy and lewd. It made her nipples painfully hard and her pussy burn even hotter as she sank down, and then moved back up, up, up to the tip before gliding down to the base again with a deep groan.

Rabble released one cheek and brought his hand down in another light spank as he groaned in satisfaction, using the other hand to keep Vivian's thick cheeks as open as possible. God, even as he experienced this in real time he couldn't wait to watch the footage later.

"Th-thank you, sir," gasped Vivian, shutting her eyes and moving her hips up and down in a slow and steady rhythm. Her tits bounced in Rabble's face and her ass jiggled in his grip, held open to show how her pussy molded around him as she bounced on his cock, making him slick and shiny with her juices. "God." She whispered. "God. Fuck. God yes." She moaned every time her pussy reached his base, his cock pressing lightly on her cervix.

"Mmm, does your husband like it when you do this for him?" asked Rabble, leaning forward to playfully lick and nip at Vivian's bouncing nipples.

With a groan, she looked down at him. "I haven't ridden him like this in a while." She admitted. "With the kids... it's usually pretty quick. Simple positions. Get the job done," she moaned as she continued the silky smooth rolls of her hips, squeezing against his invasion.

"Haha, that's no good! What a naughty wife, giving another man something that hubby only gets as a special treat. When you get home, you should give him the ride of his life as an apology," Rabble looked into the camera and winked. "You're welcome, buddy." he gripped Vivian's hips harder, meeting her downward thrusts with his own, making her feel his power even as she rode on top.

"Fuck, Rabble!" she gasped when he thrust up, meeting her downward squat. "Oh god, I'm cumming again." This orgasm was less wild and more like a flowing river rushing through her. Her pussy clamped down tighter, but she continued moving up and down on his thick, thrusting cock. Letting his balls smack against her asshole as she moved faster.

Rabble spanked her one last time, just to burn the sensation into her brain while she came. He was close to orgasm again himself, but first he needed to hear it again. He knew hearing that submission from her would push him over the edge. "Mmmmm, fuck!" he groaned. "What do you say when you get a gift, Viv?"

She was panting as she squat-fucked his lap with passionate desperation. "Thank you, sir. Thank you! Please... please don't stop. Don't stop!"

The submissive moan in her voice threatened to send Rabble over the edge, but he held out, obeying her order for once, continuing to thrust up into her tight pussy, prolonging her orgasm with his smooth, deep, even strokes.

Vivian kept up her frantic pace, her ass slapping loudly against Rabble's thighs as she moaned, letting her tits bounce lewdly in his face. Her pussy squeezed him tighter and tighter as another slow orgasm washed over her. Asshole winking at the camera; lips gripping tightly along a shaft that didn't belong to her husband. She was in bliss for a taboo moment, letting her head fall back as they went up and down with no slowing, making Vivian ride her orgasm.

Rabble wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hips downward as she increased his pace in a series of tight, short strokes. "Now it's my turn," he gasped, feeling himself rush toward his second orgasm in just a few minutes. "Fuck! Take it, Viv!" He was strained upward into her, feeling like his soul was leaving his body through his cock as he fired another powerful load into her slick cunt.

Eyes on Rabble, Vivian watched his face contort in pleasure as he filled her cunt full of cum for the second time. It mixed with the first load and dripped out in thick streams as she lifted slowly, exposing her married pussy to the camera dripping with another man's cum.

Rabble looked up into Vivian's eyes, sensing the connection there. "It's almost a shame you got your tubes tied," he said, speaking from the depths of his horny instincts rather than his rational mind. "It would have felt amazing to cum inside your fertile pussy, knowing there was a risk..." He lifted a hand and traced it over her belly thoughtfully.

Vivian groaned at the taboo words. "Fuck me." She whispered, not meaning it to be a request, just an exclamation of how erotic everything was.

Rabble glanced over at the camera on the tripod and suddenly had an idea. "I don't think the camera got good enough of a look," he said wickedly. "Go over there and give it a closeup. Show hubby how much fun you had... "

Vivian blushed a deeper red, revealing some light freckles across her face. "W... what?" she stammered in a scandalized tone, but a light shone in her eyes. Arousal. Curiosity.

Rabble reared up, his cock still inside her, bringing his face up close enough to mingle their hot, panting breaths. "I want you to go over there, bend at the waist, part those plush cheeks, and show off your throughly fucked cum-glazed cunt to the camera. And then tell your husband exactly who you belong to right now."

For a moment, Vivian was still. Shivering, feeling the thick cock inside her still semi hard, cum slick and dripping. Then, still keeping her eyes on him, she slowly slipped off him with a sloppy, juicy pop, stepped backwards, and bent over at the waist, reaching back to show off her asshole, slick and cum-glazed from the dripping semen oozing from her smooth little slit. "This pussy belongs to Rabble right now, not you honey," she said in a low, heated voice, playing it up a little for the camera. "Sorry, but I just couldn't help giving myself to him. He fucks me better. And look how much cum he filled me with. You never get me that full." She bit her lip, looking deep into Rabble's eyes as she spoke, her ass filling the whole camera frame, slick shiny drops dripping from her slit.

Rabble couldn't help but grip his cock, still coated with the mixed juices of their passionate tryst, and stroke himself as he watched Vivian's erotic speech. It made sense that she was a genius at dirty talk: that skill was all over her writing. He couldn't remember the last time he had fucked his wife three times in such quick succession, but something about this woman, strange yet familiar, sexy, kinky, and not his, yet his for this moment... It did something to him he couldn't explain. His cock hardened in his hand again, rising to the occasion. He wasn't finished yet.

Vivan saw him getting hard again and shivered slightly with sexual intimidation. He'd already fucked her twice and still he was hard. Could she keep up? Was this guy on Viagra? She let her cheeks go with a soft, wet slap as she stood up straight, her back to the camera. "What now?" She bit her lip, eager even though she was nervous.

"Come here and find out," said Rabble challengingly, stroking his hand up and down his thick cock with the wet sound of squelching cum.

Slowly, Vivian stepped closer, walking so her hips swayed, her pussy visible between her soft thighs glistening with his cum, letting her tits bounce in the halter that was still digging into her skin.

In one smooth motion, Rabblelaid rose from the bed, grabbing Vivian's waist in his strong arms and whirled her around. "Tell me if anything hurts, and we can stop," he said gruffly. "I'll be gentle." Then, slowly and carefully, he gripped her beneath the knees, lifting her legs upward, bending them over until they were almost touching the bed on either side of her head, crunching her body over in a "c" shape so that he pussy was almost directly above her face, right in her field of view. He knelt above her on the bed, looking down with eager eyes, his cock throbbing with lust.

Vivian grunted at the sudden crunching position, her breasts flattening and compressing against her knees, the view of her used pussy filling her vision. It was slick with cum and arousal. A few drops slid along her skin as she watched, dripping down to the center between her breasts. "Oh... oh fuck what... what are you doing?" she gasped, surprised by the manhandling Rabblelaid had given her, but curious and aroused to see what he had planned.

"Everyone has gotten to see you get spread open by my cock. I saw it up close and personal. The camera got a great view..." said Rabble, tapping his cock with a few wet slaps on the surface of Vivian's swollen pussy. "Everyone except you. I want you to watch as I enter you. I want you to see how fucking hot it looks when you take every fucking inch."

Vivian's pussy was just inches away from her face. The view of Rabbles swinging balls and heavy cock slapping against her slit made her gasp and grit her teeth in pleasure. For a second she just watched as he rubbed against her, teasing. Then, on a whim, she reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks. With a little effort, she managed to bring him closer. Her tongue snaked out between his firm cheeks, and, before she could lose her nerve, she was doing it. She was licking his asshole. She was doubled over almost completely, abs scrunched and feet dangling over behind her head, like some sort of contorting gymnast as her tongue explored her friend's ass.

Rabble grunted in surprise at the strange, unfamiliar feeling of Vivian's wicked tongue slurping and slithering over his butthole, then relaxed with a grin and started to enjoy it. "Oh, you dirty fucking girl..." he said through gritted teeth. "Where have you fucking been all my life?" He had never expected a woman to do that for him, let alone do it spontaneously. This was miles and miles beyond anything he had ever done with his wife. He luxuriated in the wicked feeling of Vivian's spontaneous rim-job for a moment, her pretty face wedged between his cheeks, slurping and worshipping him submissively in a way no woman had before.

Then he tapped his cock on Vivian's pussy once again. "Ok, Viv. That was fun, but I don't want to keep you waiting... Watch closely..."

Vivian let herself fall back from Rabble's ass, gasping, looking up at her smooth puffed out mound and his married thick shaft rubbing over her slit, making it glide and open slightly along his thickness.

Rabble pointed his cock downward, then pressed forward slowly. Vivian's pussy had already been loosened by his cock over the past two times he had penetrated her, but she was still incredibly tight... and his cock was still incredibly thick. Her lips parted slowly, accepting his invading dick, swallowing him slowly inch by inch, all in front of Vivian's wide, fascinated eyes.

She watched, unable to move or stop or resist, not that she wanted to. Rabble's cock glistened as it slipped slowly inside. She felt the pressure and the heat. Her slit dripped cum from the past two sessions, thick droplets plopping down onto her chest as she watched him invade deeper and deeper. She groaned deeply as she felt him pushing deep inside. It felt even tighter than before due to the position she was in. "Oh god. Oh, fucking god!" she moaned, whimpering softly.

Rabblelaid wanted to snap his hips forward and go balls deep so fucking badly. He wanted to let loose and fuck Vivian hard down into the bed... but he wanted to show her this slow penetration more. He wanted her to watch as she felt him fill her completely. To feel the submissive pleasure of being physically controlled and fucked by a thick cock. "Who owns this pussy, Viv? Who do you belong to right now? Remind me."

Her whimpers were deep and strained, her ass upturned with asshole winking as Rabble pressed deeper and deeper. "Yours. Oh fuck, I belong to you fucking shit, I'm yours. This cunt is yours!"

Rabble finally bottomed out, once again filling his friend completely, the pressure of his cock squeezing out more of the cum that had been left inside her to drip down onto her chest. His heavy balls pressed tight to her clit, and for a moment he just stayed in that position, savoring the feeling once again. "You're damn right," he growled, then began slowly pumping his cock in and out.

She watched Rabble slide out, balls sticky with strings of his cum dripping down onto her lips and face. Her pussy clung to him, sucking, resisting his exit just as it had resisted his entrance. "Fucking fuck fuck, oh god Rabble fuck, you're so deep in me!"

"Fuck yes, I am," he grunted, holding Vivian in position as he fucked her down into the mattress with slow, deep strokes. "I'm going to fuck you so deep that you never forget it. I'm going to fuck you so good that you remember it years later in the shower and won't be able to resist touching yourself. You're all mine tonight, Viv, but a little piece of you is going to be mine forever."

"Oh fucking goooood, please... fuck it's so big..." Part of her wanted him to go faster, harder, but the visual of staring at his cock slowly entering and exiting and entering again was so erotic she never wanted it to stop.

Rabble glanced over at the camera, maintaining his slow, sensual pace. "You ever do this with your husband?" he asked with a grin. "Watch him fuck you like this?"

"No... no never... oh fuck... he's not as big... it... it wouldn't look as good." She grunted and panted deeply, watching even closer, almost close enough to lick his balls as they dangled in front of her.

"Then I guess you'd better enjoy the sight. And the feeling," teased Rabble, picking up his pace just slightly. "Who fucking knows when you'll get to be fucked by a cock this big again?"

"Oh god you are definitely fucking me again. Oh god fuck, it's so thick, stretching me so wide fucking shit!" She was almost screaming from the slow, sensual pace.

Rabble chuckled. "So you wanna be fuck-buddies, Mrs. White? They have this conference once a year after all... I think it would do wonders for our creative chemistry..." His cock glided in and out, lubed by his own cum and Vivian's slick juices, so fucking wet that the neighbors might be able to hear the sloppy squishing, let alone their heated dirty-talk.

She was in heat. Gasping and panting. Watching her pussy getting penetrated. She was high. Wanting more. Wanting Rabblelaid to dominate her. Own her. Make her watch his defilement of her married cunt.

"Fuck me..." said Rabble. "Why the fuck am I asking? This is how it's going to be, Viv. You're coming to this conference every year from now on. And when you're here, you're all mine. Every night you're going to kneel down and worship my big cock, and I'm going to fill up your tight little cunt." He was pressing down hard now, his dominant instincts getting the better of him as he was unable to hold back. "And this slutty little harness? It's just the first thing you'll wear for me. A new outfit every year. I think you would make a cute bunny girl. And I've always loved the dancing harem girl look, you think you would look good in veils? Or maybe... we can play a little game. Every year, I'll pick one of the outfits you describe in one of your stories and you'll wear it for me. Won't that make it so much more exciting to write? To know I might force you to wear the outfit you're putting on the page?"

Vivian was moaning, loud and primal. Her juices dripping and mixing with his cum. "Oh, fucking god own me please please fucking take me own my little cunt oh god I'm cumming!" She rattled off as she was sucking in deep breaths.

"Say it..." demanded Rabble as he maintained his pace, driving Vivian to orgasm. "It's not just a fantasy. You're my fuckdoll now. Every year."

She was crying now. "I'm your fuckdoll... god I'm your fucking fuckdoll!"

Rabble felt a soaring sense of victory in his heart. He had no idea how easy it would be to hold Vivian to that promise in the cold light of day, let alone a year from now, but in this moment he felt like a fucking king. Vivian was gasping and moaning with obvious orgasm... but he wasn't ready to cum just yet. It turned out that cumming twice in quick succession did wonders for a man's stamina. Instead, he slowed back to a deep, sensual pace, thrusting smooth and deep before gliding out, over and over. "So... it was pretty hot when you just licked my asshole like that," he panted. "You do that often?"

Groaning and shaking, thighs and ass jiggling with her orgasm still running through her, Vivan chuckled. "I've never tasted a man's ass before in my life." She admitted. "It's kinda... spicy."

"Well, get used to it, Viv," said Rabble, settling back into the powerful rhythm. "Because I fucking loved it. I want to see you on your knees, licking my balls... then watch you go lower, staring up at me as you tongue my fucking ass."

"I swear..." She moaned, watching him glide back in. "I swear every year I'm fucking yours. Your little fuck toy. Fuck... just always give me this fucking massive dick and you can make me do anything!"

"Anything..." mused Rabble. "Don't think I didn't notice the little caveat you threw in about rimming. Never licked a 'man's' ass, eh? Maybe one year I can bring my wife along... introduce her to my writer friend. Let you check licking a woman's ass off your list as well."

"Yes... fuck oh fuck, make me have my first girl experience with your wife. Ohhh god fuck, how are you so big inside me?"

Vivian's cunt gripped and milked Rabble's cock like it was desperate for one more load of cum. His primal instincts roared within him, and he couldn't help but blurt it out as his pace increased again. "God, I want to fucking knock you up so fucking bad."

"Mmmmm fuck... do it... cum in me make me have your baby, oh god I'm cumming again!"

"Fuck! Send my slutty little fuckdoll home to hubby with a baby in her belly," he grunted, increasing his pace even further. He knew that it was just a dirty talk fantasy... but his body didn't. He had never felt so fucking turned on in his life. His whole body was screaming to breed the willing woman beneath him. To fire his virile sperm into her soft, unprotected pussy and make her his. He was breathing heavily now, his heavy balls tightening to the base of his cock.

"Just shut the fuck up and cum in me!" Vivian growled as her pussy squeezed harder. "Fuck me! Fuck my little cunny, fuck me fuck me fuckme!" she shouted.

Rabble pushed downward, forcing himself as deep as he could go as he exploded inside Vivian for an unbelievable third time. His biggest load of the night, despite being his third, driven by the promise of breeding her that his body insisted was real.

She moaned, feeling the pumping cum shoot deep, seeing his balls contract as he emptied himself inside her. Drops of semen slipping out from around their union, dripping all over her chest and mouth and lips. "God fucking damn it! Oh, holy shiiiiiiiit!" she wailed in sexual ecstasy.

Rabble withdrew, leaving Vivian's cunt slightly gaping... but immediately replaced his cock with his fingers, rubbing and teasing. He wanted to leave a good impression after all, and he thought his new fuckdoll deserved one more orgasm.

"Oh goooood!" Vivian looked up as she trembled and shook, watching Rabble's fingers thrusting deep and fast and relentless inside her. "OH!... Oh fucking oh god I'm cumming, oh god I can't stop... i can't... I can't... oh shit another!" She was panting and moaning, but not resisting. Her orgasm was being forced and Rabble didn't and wouldn't stop. Brutally fingering her as cum dripped down all over her and down her stomach. "Oh god fucking shit fuck god please, sir!!!!! PLEASE!"

It was music to his ears. If Rabble could have fucked her again right then and there he would have. Instead, he continued to finger her, listening to her whimpering moans as her beautiful body strained against his hand.

Now she really was screaming. Crying. Tears in her eyes as her whole body convulsed and her orgasm broke loose. She squirted, cum and juices gushing out all over his fingers and hand and dripping down her body, soaking her and Rabble's front as he continued, never stopping, forcing her to ride the orgasm. To ride the high. "Oohhhhhohohohhhhhhohhhhh!"

Rabble loved the power, the thrill of making Vivian feel this way. Of pushing her to this height of pleasure. He held her right on the bleeding edge, refusing to let her come down from her powerful orgasm for as long as he could.

"Stooooop!" she finally cried, serious this time. Panting and unable to catch her breath as she was still hunched over, drenched in arousal.

Sensing her genuine request, Rabble's hand immediately fell away. He scrambled off her, moving out of the way and letting Vivian finally straighten out from the crunched-over position. "Shit, sorry," he said sheepishly. "Might have gotten carried away there. You ok?"

Vivian came undone and lay on the bed, panting deep, ragged breaths. She was a mess, glistening with sweat and cum. "Fuck." She muttered between breaths. "Next time..." Her tongue licked along her lips, breathing through her nose to try to keep calm. "Next time... do... it..." She was almost falling asleep. "Harder." Vivian lulled into a light sleep, allowing herself to become calm.

Rabblelaid looked down at his friend, stunned. He felt a wave of affection for her, and was suddenly glad that he had found the perfect person to spend his hall pass on. Someone he could trust to get a little kinky with him without making it weird afterward. He crossed the room and turned off the recording, then went to hop in the shower, letting Vivian get a little rest.

...

"There!" said Rabble, pointing excitedly as Vivian craned her neck upward in the video, licking up between his cheeks. "That was fucking wild! What were you thinking at that moment? That would be awesome for my main character to do in my sex scene, but I want to understand what was going through your head." They both had their laptops open now as they lay back in bed, close enough to touch, drinks from room service nearby for sipping.

Vivian was in a fluffy robe that lay open completely with her laptop on her thighs, her pussy still visible as she typed. When Rabble excitedly pointed out her spur-of-the-moment foray into ass play, she looked away and pinched at the bridge of her nose, cheeks going red. "Oh my gosh. I was just thinking, how can I get him to slow down? Instead, you just put it in." She sighed and reached over to her laptop bag and pulled out a pair of glasses, slipping them on and brushing back her damp hair. "Don't remind me that I got a taste of ass. My husband will never forgive me for doing that." She sighed and started typing again with a quiet little smile.

"Well, honestly it would have taken a lot to keep me from sticking it in at that point," said Rabble with a laugh. He was just in boxers, running a little too hot still from the strenuous physical activity to put his clothes back on. He watched the video with fascinated eyes, in the warm, comfortable afterglow he was now able to analyze it with a writer's eye rather than being caught up in the powerful erotic atmosphere of the moment. "And how do you think my wife would feel if she knew I had my ass licked by a sexy fellow writer?" he joked back warmly.

Vivian rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. "Considering you have a hall pass, I'm gonna say she'd be okay with it. Though... no condoms. She might be a little upset about that. If she needs to ask if I'm clean or whatever, she can. But I'm good." She put a hand on her friend's thigh and patted it. She felt his limp cock under the boxers and, for just a second, rubbed it impulsively.

Rabble raised an eyebrow at her. "Sorry, 'buddy', but even I have my limits... but, I mean, I would be ready to go again by tomorrow maybe..." he left the offer hanging. Promises made during dirty talk were meaningless, after all. But he certainly wouldn't mind doing more "research" with his sexy writing partner.

For a second Vivian continued typing before finishing up her paragraph and turning to Rabble, looking at him over her glasses. "Wanna come over for breakfast?" she asked slyly with a crooked grin.