Adult Video 4 (Patreon)

Now that they were officially dating—or at least in some weird space where they weren’t telling anyone about their secret relationship, but also Nancy had been inside Robin’s ass—Nancy was insistent that Robin had to look the part. She took her on a shopping spree that doubled as makeover, telling all the make-up ladies and shopgirls how she wanted to get Robin dressed to impress her ‘man’.

Of course, no one but them knew that her ‘man’ was the ten-inch dildo that Nancy even now had dangling between her legs. Or that Robin had a buttplug up inside her, reminding her with each passing moment and each glancing touch from Nancy that no matter how many pretty girls they ran into, Robin already belonged to someone.

“And I’m not sharing any of those sweet holes,” Nancy had finished in a whisper right into Robin’s ear, starting a tingle in Robin’s folds that was still going after an entire afternoon.

It embarrassed Robin into blushing, but she didn’t even think of contradicting Nancy. Though she knew—and was proven right—that the whole day would be all about taunting her, teasing her, making her want sex while Nancy seemed blithely unaware of Robin’s mounting frustration and arousal.

And embarrassment. Which somehow looped back to arousal.

Robin had at least thought that they would have some quickies in the dressing room; after she’d lost her virginity in a video store during operating hours, that seemed a sure bet. But Nancy had nerves of steel. No matter how horny Robin got, Nancy just chided her gently and kept the hunting party moving.

It made no sense to Robin that with a strap-on and a buttplug in the offing, she collected more shopping bags than she did orgasms, but somehow that was how the day went.

Finally, it was time to go home. Robin didn’t think Nancy would treat her to anymore simmering denial, but who knew?

Nancy shoved one of the bags into Robin’s arms and pushed her right into her room for some privacy to put on ‘the new her’. Robin quite liked the old her, aside from the fact that, arguably, the old her hadn’t gotten much in the way of action and the new her seemed to be doing very well for herself with Nancy, if all the little teases and hints that Nancy had directed right at her clit were anything to go by.

Robin changed clothes, if what she put on could be called clothes, still feeling weird about the whole process. She’d never change herself to please a guy—wouldn’t want any girl she knew to do that—was it really okay for her to do it for Nancy?

And she felt so ridiculous, gussied up this way. Like a whole different person. Robin looked at herself in the mirror and did think she looked hot, but God, she didn’t even know if she wanted to be hot. She wanted to be herself, but she didn’t even know who she was; hadn’t known she liked getting her ass reamed by Nancy Wheeler until just this week!

“Are you sure about this?” she asked Nancy through her closed door. “Maybe we should just forget the whole thing and mess around in our underwear. You like me in my underwear, right? I don’t get why you want me wearing clothes at all when you like it so much when I take my clothes off!”

“Robin,” Nancy said, with that sly softness that Robin knew was more domineering than if she were shouting at the top of her lungs. “I just want to see you looking as pretty as you are.”

“But I—“

“Don’t you want to look pretty for me?” Nancy cooed gently. “It’ll make me so…” She let out a breathy sigh. “Happy.”

“Fine,” Robin grumbled, less annoyed with Nancy than with how turned on she was now. Her pussy had no sense of propriety. “But you can’t tell anyone I dressed like this. No flash photography. None.”

Nancy let out an overjoyed cackle and threw open the door.

Her mouth went dry as cotton.

Her voice failed her.

Robin smiled at her. She saw Nancy’s eyes devouring the sight of her, jaw hanging limply down, hands squeezing into awkward little fists. Behind her, the mirror over the dress showed how she looked in the tight pink leotard she’d bought, so she knew exactly what Nancy was seeing.

She had felt her nipples stiffen with excitement and tingle inside the shroud of the skintight spandex. She knew Nancy could see her reddened nipples and the smooth white flesh of her ample breasts, almost like she were wearing nothing more than bubble gum. And she was sure Nancy couldn’t miss the dark triangle of her pubic hair, a shadow outlined by the tightness of the fabric wrapped around her bare thatch.

“You look so good,” Nancy moaned. “And you’ve been such a good girl for me. I think I’m going to let you eat my pussy.”

“Gee, thanks,” Robin quipped, though she couldn’t keep a breathiness out of her voice. Earning the privilege of tasting Nancy’s cunt did excite her, even as she thought it was ridiculous.

Nancy smirked at Robin’s sarcasm, not offended because she knew that however her girlfriend groused, Nancy was still going to get her way. “But first, I really think you ought to bend over in front of that mirror so you can watch yourself, in your brand new ensemble, while I fuck your fat ass.”

“I… I…”

“And you should ask nicely to be allowed to come with my cock in your ass. Beg, really. And to eat pussy like the lesbian you are. Maybe we should try that now. I’d hate to start ass-fucking you and have to stop right in the middle because you can’t be polite.”

“I, uhh…” Robin blinked slowly. However much dignity she had on her best days, she didn’t have enough to say no to getting ass-fucked and being allowed a taste of Robin’s cunt. “Can I come with your cock in my ass?”

Nancy smiled beamingly at her. “Absolutely, babe. All you had to do was ask.”