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Your head rested on her shoulder, too much for your limp body to support, as Wanda carried you to your room. You were so sleepy, soft and heavy in her arms after a late night watching movies.
“So sweet for me aren’t you, dolly?” Wanda mused, running her hands up and down your back. “Mommy’s gonna take such good care of you, make you feel so good, my sweet little baby.” She was speaking as if you couldn’t hear, like she was talking to herself. You whined at her words, nuzzling into her neck. “Mommy’s gonna have her sweet girl however she wants, isn’t she? Make you feel so so sweet and sticky and touch you exactly the way I like.”
Her words sounded so soft and so sweet, but the subject matter made your pussy throb with need. You could never say it out loud, but you loved when Wanda let her darker, more possessive desires fall upon your innocent little ears.
“Mommy’s gonna ruin you for everyone else, hm, dolly?” she murmured as you finally crossed the threshold into the bedroom.
“All yours, Mommy,” you whimpered. “However you want,” you continued, echoing her words.
“Oh, dolly, did you hear Mommy talking about you?” Wanda asked, setting you down on the bed. You nodded into her skin, arms still locked around her neck even though you were sitting down. “Mommy didn’t mean for you to hear her adult thoughts, dolly,” she whispered.
“Mommy, please,” you whined.
“Please what?” Wanda asked. Her eyes glinted with something unfamiliar as she wrestled out of your grasp. “You want Mommy to touch your princess parts until you’re begging her to stop?” Your eyes widened. “You want Mommy to ruin your sweet little pussy with her strap? I just want to see you fall apart for me, all wet and whiney and innocent for me, so spaced out that you’ll let me do whatever I want to your sweet little body.”
You whimpered, eyes falling shut as your body glowed under her words. “Mommy,” you breathed.
“I’m right here, dolly, let me take the ickies away,” she cooed, moving you to the centre of the bed before climbing on after you.
Before you knew it, Wanda was tearing off your pants and kissing the tops of your thighs, devouring the sight of you — all limp and teary — like she was starved.
“Up,” she muttered, tapping your arms.
You lifted your arms as best you could, letting Wanda guide you out of your shirt. You hissed as your sensitive, puffy nipples were exposed to the air, stiffening even more than they already were.
Wanda noticed and dipped her head to suck one of them into her mouth, soothing it with her tongue, before switching and repeating on the other. You sighed, feeling yourself grow wetter as Wanda played with your tits.
With her mouth still on you, Wanda’s hands roamed, finding your panties and slipping into the front.
“Oh, my sweet dolly,” she breathed, sending a stream of cool air across your chest. “You’re so wet for Mommy,” she cooed. You nodded furiously, thighs squeezing together as Wanda’s finger slipped between your folds. “Ah, ah,” she tutted. “Let Mommy touch you, sweet girl.”
“Mommy, please , ‘m so tingly,” you whined, thighs still pressed against one another.
“Oh, is my little one so needy?” You nodded a confirmation, tears spilling from your eyes. “Mommy will take care of you, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” she assured, moving down your body to lay between your legs.
“Hurry, Mommy,” you urged.
“No, no, I’m going to take my time, dolly, make you feel so good and so floaty.”
With gentle hands, Wanda parted your thighs. She paid no mind to your quiet whimpers of protest at her languid pace, opting instead to drag out each motion. She stared at the growing dark spot on your panties, smirking at the wetness there; the proof of her effect on you.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to your inner thigh. Her tongue danced across your skin and settled on one spot, which she sucked harshly into her mouth. You threw your head back at the dull throb that arose.
Once she was satisfied, Wanda pulled back to admire the mark on your skin, watching it attentively as the telltale signs of a bruise began to show.
“See how pretty it is when Mommy marks you?” She asked, tracing a finger across the spot. She didn’t wait for you to answer, though you realized quickly she wasn’t really talking to you. Just talking. “I need everyone to know you’re mine.”
The intensity with which she dove back between your legs took you by surprise. This time, it was all teeth and harsh sucking and nails digging into your flesh, fingers pressing bruises where she couldn’t reach with her mouth.
While your skin throbbed and pulsed beneath her hands and tongue, you felt your cunt drip with need.
“Mommy,” you gasped, feeling Wanda bite down on your hip.
“Yes, my sweet girl?” Wanda asked, barely lifting her mouth from your skin.
“Please.”
“Don’t be so greedy,” Wanda scolded softly. “Just lay pretty and take what I give you. This is Mommy’s playtime.”
Mommy’s playtime.
You’d never heard her say that before, but it made your chest flutter with anticipation. In fact, you’d never heard her say most of the things you’d heard tonight. Something about her desire was deeper and more carnal, and you were more than willing to be the subject of her attention.
Wanda’s lips trailed up your tummy. She’d never marked you so much, never left so much behind for you to see later. Her teeth were leaving sharp indents in your skin, and her tongue was leaving behind glistening swipes of saliva as she soothed each hickey individually.
She reached your breasts again after what felt like an eternity, slowing down to kiss every inch of the sensitive flesh. By the time she wrapped her lips around your nipple, you were crying openly, tears slipping down your cheeks silently from the overload of sensation.
Wanda paid extra attention to your poor, swollen nipples. She sucked and pinched and nipped on them until you couldn’t stop squirming, and then kept going anyway. She was humming and groaning against your skin, sending waves of vibrations across them and making your head swim.
Just when you thought you might die , Wanda continued her trail upwards, beginning to mark your neck and chest. She made quick work of the delicate skin, knowing just how to leave the perfect bruises along your jaw and collarbones.
“God, look at you,” she cooed. Her fingers were tracing some of the already visible marks over your hips and stomach, and she was smiling to herself. “All mine… my pretty toy to play with.”
You were completely out of your mind, tears all over your cheeks, breath laboured and heavy, clit throbbing beneath your panties. You couldn’t feel anything, yet somehow you felt everything .
“Just gonna go get something,” she said quietly. You groaned a protest, but a soft kiss to your lips stifled it quickly. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Without another word, Wanda slipped off the bed. Your head was far too fuzzy to let you wonder where she’d gone, so you laid there in your haze for a few minutes before Wanda returned.
Her pants were gone, replaced instead with a thick red strap-on dildo that you’d never seen before. Her soft t-shirt was still on, and you probably would’ve complained about that if you hadn’t been so preoccupied staring at the strap.
Wanda hummed as she eyed you and climbed up onto the bed next to you. “D’you like it, sweetheart?” You nodded bashfully, feeling blood rush to your face out of embarrassment — the sight of it so close was making your stomach tighten in anticipation. “It’s so big, isn’t it?” She stroked your cheek, letting you nuzzle into it as she spoke. “Don’t worry, though, Mommy will make it fit.”
It wasn’t a threat, but it could have been. It was so much bigger than every other toy in Wanda’s pretty black chest — the locked one in the closet — and you were sure it wouldn’t fit. Even after nearly an hour of you dripping and making a mess in your panties, you couldn’t fathom ever taking it inside of you.
Wanda didn’t care, though. She moved to between your legs, cooing sweet nothings at you as she did, and pulled your panties down your legs. In your blurry vision, you saw her smirk at the large wet spot on them, and fought the rush of heat that was building in your cheeks.
“You’re so agreeable right now, my sweet dolly,” she said sweetly. “Are you just gonna let Mommy have her way?” You stared blankly back at her, unable to speak. “That’s okay, you don’t have to answer,” Wanda nodded. “I know you’d let me do whatever I want to you anyway…”
Wanda lifted your legs up, pressing your knees against your chest gently. You could feel her fingers dip into your slit, rubbing gently up and down as she felt along and gathered your wetness. A whimper slipped out of your throat as Wanda circled your clit a few times, giving it a gentle slap before removing her hand completely.
“So wet,” she mused.
You knew she wasn’t talking to you anymore, just talking about you like you weren’t actually there. You were just a doll now, and you’d lay there and let her use you however she wished.
The tip of the dildo teased against your entrance, already feeling huge despite not being inside you at all. You could barely see what Wanda was doing between your legs blocking your view and your vision swirling, so you closed your eyes and let the feelings guide you.
Wanda groaned quietly as she leaned her hips forward, pushing the tip of the strap into you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate it, so wet and desperate that it sucked it in without question.
Despite this, it felt like you were being split open from the inside. You moaned, more tears running down your cheeks as the burn spread through your body. As much as it hurt, the heat between your legs was taking over, your cunt practically begging for more the longer Wanda stayed still.
“Please, I-” you whined, trying not to squirm.
“Shh, good dollies don’t talk,” Wanda reprimanded. “You’ll take whatever Mommy gives you.”
It was final, you shut your mouth and surrendered to your Mommy’s desires as you laid spread out and crying beneath her.
Without warning, Wanda pushed her hips forward again and sheathed nearly all of the dildo inside of you. You cried out, tensing up as the initial feeling overtook you.
Wanda chuckled darkly, pouting at your pain and mocking your tears. “Don’t be dramatic, I know you like it.”
You did — the pain subsided and was replaced with an intoxicating fullness that made you ache all over, and you could feel yourself opening up to her more and more as the seconds passed.
She sheathed herself fully and gave you no time to adjust before beginning to pound into you roughly. Her breath was ragged and her hands were rough on your legs as she gripped them for leverage, but god did it feel good.
While she’d never fucked you like this before, the carnal hunger she was displaying wasn’t new. You were crying openly now, letting her see exactly how she was affecting you, and you could tell it was turning her on.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she panted. “Just need Mommy to stretch you out.” Her hands were gripping your hips tightly enough to hurt. “My sweet little dolly, so soft… you don’t even know what you want.” Her tone was heavy and breathless, but you couldn’t help the way you felt yourself drip at her words. “Mommy knows what you need .”
Between the stretch making your clit throb and the base of the harness rubbing against it, you were edging quickly. You didn’t want to cum without asking, but you couldn’t muster the words to ask for permission.
But Wanda knew, as she always did, and frowned at you between thrusts. “You gonna cum?” She asked breathlessly. You nodded as much as you could with the way you were being taken, hoping desperately that she could see. “Don’t you worry, Mommy’s about to cum, too,” she said. “Don’t cum until I do.”
You were confused, wondering how you’d know for sure when she was cumming, but your question was answered when Wanda cried out and stiffened. Her hips were less mobile, but she was still fucking into you roughly, and then you felt it.
Right as you toppled over the edge, moaning and arching your back, you felt something spill into you. You were being filled by more than Wanda’s cock, something wet and warm inside your pussy that you’d never felt before.
Your breath hitched and you kept cumming, the sensation egging you on even more despite its unfamiliarity.
“Do you feel that?” Wanda asked, still working you over to bring you down. “You feel Mommy’s cum inside of you?” You whimpered in response, clenching hard around her. “You do, don’t you? Isn’t it nice to be full of Mommy?”
You didn’t respond, still so high that you couldn’t even begin to think about using your words. Wanda began working you down slowly instead, still moving inside of you, dildo making squelching noises with each push of her hips.
She pressed wet kisses to the backs of your legs, filling the room with even more noise — the summation of which was making your brain even fuzzier than you’d thought was possible.
By the time you’d come down, the drag of Wanda’s strap inside of you was nearly painful, your cunt so overstimulated from her previous actions that you thought you might pass out.
“Mommy,” you breathed, legs twitching as she kept moving.
“You can take it, sweet girl, just let mommy play,” she said firmly.
You could hear the fake cum moving around her as she filled you, and you could feel it moving around as she thrusted languidly into you. It was torture — your body torn between overstimulation and arousal.
“Look at all of Mommy’s cum dripping out of you, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Such a waste.”
Wanda pulled out of you then, as if she’d suddenly come up with a solution to her complaint. The emptiness was shocking, and you whined at the feeling.
“Don’t be ungrateful,” she scolded. “Mommy fucked you so well.” She made quick work of removing the harness and tossing it aside. “Look at your poor pussy,” she pouted. “So puffy.”
You’d expected her to come lay next to you, but she laid at the foot of the bed instead. Her fingers played with your cunt, ignoring the way you groaned in protest.
“You look so good stuffed full of my cum,” she mused. Her fingers gathered up the drops that had leaked out of you and pushed them back inside. “I should plug you up and keep you full, hm?” The whimper that escaped from your mouth at her suggestion wasn’t lost on her, but she carried on.
Wanda laid between your legs and played with your pussy, pushing drop after drop of cum back into you. Despite the overstimulation, you felt yourself falling asleep.
“Poor thing,” she cooed. “Are you so tired from being Mommy’s pretty fuckdoll? Was it so hard to just lay there and let Mommy use your body?” She kept fingering the white liquid that seeped out of you, keeping you full just like she wanted. “It’s okay, you can sleep… I won’t stop playing until I’m done,” she said quietly. “I can still touch you if you’re sleeping, can’t I? You’re mine all the time . Mommy’s.”
Your tears were drying and you felt yourself stop twitching each time Wanda’s fingers pressed into you. Your body was so completely exhausted that you simply stopped reacting, nearly asleep and completely open and pliable for Wanda.
You were dozing off, so tired that you barely noticed when Wanda finally stopped touching your sensitive cunt and got up. So sleepy that you almost didn’t register the flash of her phone’s camera before you finally passed out, covered in bruises and Wanda’s saliva and leaking white onto the bed.