1st Drabble of February 2020 (Patreon)

Once Angela sits, there is no way to actually get her to move again without her explicitly wanting to. She has wide hips and a fat ass, and it plunges Reinhardt into absolute darkness for the few moments that she shimmies around to get herself situated.

He doesn’t dare to complain. His nose is pushing against the wet, plump lips of her cunt, and when he angles his chin up just-so, he can press a smacking kiss against them and make her squeal and giggle before she slaps his wide chest in reprimand.

“Wait for it,” she orders, just as bossy as always. This has been intended as giving her a bit of a reprieve from work, but it seems she can’t quite shake off her need to micromanage everything.

Reinhardt, being a good boy, keeps put and waits, inhaling the scent of her cunt, and feeling it rub silky wet against the tip of his nose.

Angela is moving around above him. He has no idea what she is doing, but eventually she starts talking.

“I want your penis inside me afterwards,” she tells him, adorably clinically. His cock does a little flex where it lies heavy and hot on his belly. “But since your girth is… spectacularly above average, I will have to… prepare… my… self…” She is wriggling around and grunting softly as she speaks.

She lifts herself up just enough to have enough light fall onto his face so he can see what’s happening. The tight furl of her plump asshole is right there, glistening wet surprisingly enough.

Or not so surprisingly when he sees her twist and push a purple, cock shaped vibrator against it.

Reinhardt inhales sharply, body flushing hot at the up-close view he gets from Angela force fucking a dildo into her little rosebud, forcing herself to accept the intrusion way before Reinhardt would have dared had he been allowed to play with her backdoor.

She doesn’t make a sound, other than a satisfied little exhale once the tip has popped past her muscle. The rest follows easily enough; the shaft practically crawling inside her body, guided by her hand. She is surprisingly ruthless with her own body; all but raping her ass on a little purple toy. Reinhardt wants to gentle her down; grab her and hold her still and show her a good time with slow, delicious drags of his tongue, but her shapely thighs are around his head and squeeze every thought out of him.

Eventually, Angela leans forward, free hand bracing herself on his chest, tugging a bit mean at the thick fur she finds there.

“Now,” her breathy voice trickles down to him. “Get working, please.”

She is polite as ever, but the command is clear. So Reinhardt opens his mouth wide and obeys.

He pulls his tongue along her folds, tasting her salty musk, and feeling her little opening tremble against his tongue.

Just above him she is working her ass over with the toy, the sound of it slick and squelching and having Reinhardt practically stand at attention. The thought of her trying to fit his cock into that small space makes his head all woozy. He wouldn’t bring it over himself to do it, that’s for sure… but Angela always has been headstrong, even fresh out of school and soft around the edges still.

He has no doubt that she will hold the reins tight and secure and smile at him the whole way.