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As a young girl, Film had often felt drawn to Namtan. She was her dad's more interesting friend, a lawyer with a variety of interesting hobbies. She had an otherworldly collection of stories that she told with a flourish that left you gasping at the edge of your seat. Film often thought if Namtan wasn't a lawyer, she'd have made an excellent writer.
She was easy on the eyes too. Absolutely drop-dead gorgeous; while age had hardened her dad and their other friends, Namtan had grown more refined in her maturity. She was the only one who treated Film equally.
Alright, she had a crush. Namtan was her bisexual awakening, something she sensed Namtan knew since much of her teenage years were spent fumbling around conversations with the woman.
The first summer she had come back from college, she had come with a newfound confidence. With some experience under her belt, she thought she knew it all: the ins and outs of women, how to please, how to tease... how to seduce.
It was something she had to try. She owed it to her younger self. Everything else be damned. If it went up in flames, she had some amount of confidence that it would remain a secret between the two. She had two sections to her plan: she had to dress the part, and she had to act the part.
On the night of her dad's lavish birthday party, it went underway.
Film put on a tight, low-cut black dress. Utterly gorgeous, but equally slutty. When she saw the tight pursing of her mother's lips, she knew it had been the right choice. She had gotten decked out in a vivid makeup tone. She had met Namtan's ex; Namtan had a penchant for the more femme-presenting women.
Nursing a flute of champagne, she flittered from one group to the other, making light, easy conversation. Most seemed shocked at her appearance. Gone was the little girl they once knew—she was a woman now. She knew her charms, which parts of her men and women liked, and she knew how to play it to her advantage.
By her fifth drink, Namtan had arrived. She had never been one for formality, claiming the court was enough. But even in a simple leather jacket and dark jeans, she was easily the hottest person at the party.
Schooling her expression, Film steeled herself. She waited an acceptable amount of time, carefully but subtly watching as Namtan hugged her dad and handed him a present. She was always the life of the crowd and fell into her old charming routine instantly.
When their eyes caught, though, Film's Namtan-watching came to a standstill. There was a look of shock, then a dawning realization, but what she noticed was the quick sweep of Namtan's feline eyes over her, lingering a millisecond longer on her tits.
Game on.
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— Well, well. Look at you, — Namtan greeted her, gesturing widely at her. — Are you trying to give your mom a heart attack?
— Maybe, — Film grinned, taking a small bow. — Is it working?
— You certainly look very pretty, Film, — Namtan smiled. — Though it may be wasted on our crowd.
— I don't think it's being wasted for a few certain people in this crowd, — Film winked.
— Yes, well, — Namtan coughed. — Is college going well?
— Fantastic. Met some amazing new people, went to lots of parties, had some new experiences.
— What about what you actually went to college for? — Namtan asked with a grin and a shake of her head.
— Oh, classes are going well too. It's easy so far, so I've been trying to enjoy my time before it gets tough.
Namtan nodded. — That sounds like a smart idea. I just partied in my first year too. I don't think I slept in my third year, though.
— What about you? What have you been up to in the last six months?
— Well, — Namtan took a flute of champagne off a waiter, — won a big case, went to Switzerland and did some trekking. The usual.
— God, I envy you. I want to go trekking so bad.
Namtan chuckled and raised a brow. — I thought you hated running?
— Well, trekking is prettier. And I'm all about pretty sights.
— If you are genuinely interested, — Namtan continued, ignoring the subtle flirting, — you can tag along to my next one. I'm thinking of heading to New Zealand.
Film smiled brightly and clapped her hands once. — I am so down for that.
Namtan paused, eyes quickly darting at the small jiggle of Film's tits before looking away. Her cheeks pinked and she gestured at a crowd in the corner. — I should go. See where your dad is hiding the good scotch. I'll see you around, Film.
As far as victories went, it was a small one, but it did wonders for her confidence.
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Slightly buzzed on too much champagne, Film snuck into her dad's study. The good scotch was hidden in one of her dad's oak cabinets. For this party, it was in the second one from the big window.
— Aha! — she mumbled to herself, quickly opening it up for a quick swig.
Her palate was not really refined enough to discern between the notes of ass and whatever it was that Namtan and Charles tended to go on about. But her palate mattered very little tonight. The scotch was her way in with Namtan.
Soon enough, the study door creaked open and a lone figure slinked in. With practiced steps, they walked towards the cabinets where Film was leaning, holding a tumbler of whiskey. Without the lights on, it was just the bright rays of moonlight peering in from the window that illuminated the room.
Namtan's eyes were even brighter under the moon, and once again there was shock and recognition in them.
— I should have known, — Namtan laughed.
— Just like I knew it was you? — Film wordlessly handed Namtan the scotch.
— Well, hope you forgive me for saying this, but your dad's a real bastard with the drinks at his big parties, — Namtan took the offered bottle and poured it into one of the tumblers Charles kept in his cabinet.
— Oh, I know.
— Here's to stealing Charles's booze, — Namtan grinned, holding her glass up.
Film clinked it with a smile.
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— No, really! — Namtan laughed. — They really do show *My Cousin Vinny* in law school. It's a fantastic way of teaching evidence and cross-examination.
— It seems unlikely. But you are the lawyer here.
— Besides, Kate Winslet is smoking ho— — Namtan stopped herself and shook her head. — You should just watch it.
— No, please complete that other sentence, — Film grinned. — I'm starting to understand why you like it so much now.
— I'm not that shallow, Film. But fine, it may be a factor. This scotch always gets me on these impassioned rants.
— I like it when you get like that, — Film whispered, boldly placing her hand on Namtan's wrist. The skin was warm to the touch, and the contact felt like an explosive spark.
Namtan raised her brow at the touch, but didn't remove her hand.
— Tell me something, Film. Did you ever manage to satisfy your curiosity about women? What you once confided in me about?
— I did.
— What was the verdict?
— The verdict was... — Film paused for an answer, — the verdict is that I am bi.
— And so now that you have come out as bi, you figured it was time to try your luck with me?
Figures. She never should have tried to play a lawyer.
— Well, is it working? — she countered.
— You are my best friend's daughter.
— I didn't ask our relation to each other. I asked, — Film's hand slipped from Namtan's wrist and trailed up her arm, — if it is working.
— That is still my answer. Take from that what you will. — Whatever admission Namtan made, she still made no move to get away from Film or take it further.
So Film, fueled by liquid courage, stepped up and placed a light kiss on Namtan's jaw.
Then, as if a light had been lit, Namtan crashed her lips against Film's. The kiss was hungry, brimming with passion and finally unleashed want. But underneath the hungry push and pull, there was a gentleness to Namtan, too. Just as quickly as they kissed, Namtan placed her hand on Film's stomach to push her away.
Her lips were swollen from the kisses and her eyes had glazed over, but there was a look of resignation that made Film pause.
— I can't. I'm sorry, Film.
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Film never gave up. It was a quality she had, almost to a fault. It certainly was on that occasion. All she knew really was the taste of Namtan's lips—a faint cherry chapstick and the smokiness of expensive scotch. What she could only do after that encounter in the study was chase after the older woman.
Namtan seemed uneasy in her steps. She was still stone-cold sober. Film had seen Namtan and her dad down an entire bottle in one sitting and still remain in almost perfect control of their senses. No, Namtan was uneasy because of Film.
Instead of sticking to the aggressive approach, she chose to hold off, allowing Namtan to simmer in the feeling and come to a sudden boil again on her own. Namtan was busy allowing herself to be flirted with by an extremely attractive woman.
On any other day, Film's bold new outlook on life might have seen her trying her luck with the woman. But today was meant for Film and Namtan.
It was as though Namtan was well aware of this, too, because occasionally she would break off and searching eyes would look for a flash of blonde. Her eyes would carefully, hungrily follow Film's form.
Film caught up with Namtan near a food table. She had finally managed to break herself off from the lady momentarily. Film sidled up close to Namtan. As if by instinct, her spine straightened up and she stood there silently, waiting.
— I'm going to retire to my room. You are free to come up and join me. If you don't, I'll know that you don't truly want it and respect your wishes, — Film whispered carefully.
In answer, Namtan simply nodded once.
— You could have all of me. Any way you wanted.
For once, the lawyer simply gaped, speechless.
Film waited close to an hour. She had kicked her heels off but kept the dress and makeup on, hoping that perhaps Namtan would be the one to peel them off. She had finally given up once the clock struck midnight. The party was still in full swing, but the taste of defeat was bittersweet, and she was ready to end the day.
It was when she was taking off her earrings by her dressing table when her door opened ominously. There was no sign of movement at first, but then a steely-faced Namtan entered. Film turned to face her in surprise.
— No one can find out, — Namtan asserted.
— No one will find out, — Film repeated, taking a step towards her.
— Then come here, Film, — Namtan ordered.
A thrill went up Film's spine, both at the tone of Namtan's voice—which left no room for dissent—and also at the prospect of finally fulfilling a long-held fantasy.
Namtan took command, drawing her in for a deep, rough kiss. She nipped at Film's lip and licked at her tongue.
— You meant what you said? I can have all of you, any way I want?
— I forgot to add one more—you can have me as long as you want.
In lieu of an answer, Namtan simply grabbed Film's hand and placed it over her crotch. At the hint of Namtan's cock, barely contained and seemingly monstrous, Film could only lick her lips and squeeze lightly.
— I didn't realize... — Film trailed off, looking up at Namtan.
She had known Namtan was intersex; she was always open about it. Namtan always had the somber look of a warrior who had dealt with far too much, but with the easiness of one that had conquered their demons.
Film hadn't really known what to expect.
— It was never really in my immediate plans, — Namtan shrugged. — Is it okay?
— Of course, — Film leaned in to place a ghost of a kiss on Namtan's lips. — But are there any dos or don'ts?
— Film, — Namtan started, giving a quick up-and-down stroke over her cock. — Sweet of you to ask. I promise I'll stop you if you do something I don't like. But I gotta fuck you right now. You've got me so pent up.
Getting back into her usual role after a sober pause was surprisingly easy. Film shot Namtan her best smolder and sat back down on her bed. She began pulling at the straps of her dress, allowing it to fall over—not completely, but enough for Namtan's eyes to bulge out. Her erection by now was straining her jeans in a noticeable tent.
— I wore this for you. To get you to come up here and fuck me. I've wanted you for so long. I've always wondered how you would fuck me.
Namtan chuckled, coming closer until her knees hit the bed. She cupped Film's tits, already gently playing with them.
— I always knew, Film. But you wanted it, so now you'll take it all. If I go too far, say red and I'll stop, — Namtan husked. Film nodded once in understanding. — Now, unzip me and take my cock out.
Film scrambled up. With slightly shaky hands, she unclasped Namtan's belt buckle and unzipped her jeans to pull them down. The act of finally fulfilling her desires left her body warm, just raring to go. She was so pent up, even a simple touch threatened to completely render her loose.
Namtan's cock was threatening to burst out through her boxer-briefs. It pushed against the front. But her arousal beat whatever intimidation it made her feel. With a deep breath, Film pulled down Namtan's underwear, coming face to face for the first time with her cock.
It was a pretty sight, befitting of the woman it was attached to. The size and girth seemed a challenge, but that was where her new experience would come in handy. It was warm to the touch, and the first instance of her wrapping her fist around and jacking it got a satisfied hiss out of Namtan. Her foreskin slipped down to reveal a pink cockhead and a bead of pre-cum.
Without thinking, Film leaned forward to lap up the salty drop. Namtan raised her brow in surprise.
— Look at you—such a slut. You like this cock that much? — Namtan taunted, grabbing herself by the base and swatting Film's cheeks in quick succession. — We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight, Film.
Namtan landed another harsh slap before plopping herself down on Film's face. Her cock was big enough to cover her entire face; in fact, her face was dwarfed by the length. She settled her heavy balls on Film's mouth, nudging them in.
— Suck my balls, — she ordered, and Film instantly began licking them up.
They were too big to suck up together, so she paid individual attention to them. It tasted mostly of salt and sweat, but it was addictive altogether. Soon enough, Film was slobbering over them, sucking them up dutifully, working her tongue to provide the utmost pleasure. Namtan's cock twitched on her face, her pre-cum dripping down her hairline.
Her devotion left Namtan's drooping sack gleaming with spit. They were shiny, sparkling clean. Film's attention had already left the older woman dangerously close to the edge. She stood back, and Film immediately missed the heavy weight of her cock.
— Who'd have thought that a nineteen-year-old like you would be such a good ball cleaner, — Namtan pondered, placing her thumb inside Film's mouth. — Open your mouth wide and relax your throat. I need to get myself lubed up for your tits.
Film immediately complied, opening her mouth as wide as possible. Namtan watched for a heavy minute, letting her fester in the utter depravity of the situation—on her knees, waiting for her dad's friend, with an age difference of close to thirty years, to fuck her throat.
And then Namtan unceremoniously shoved herself in. Film gagged almost as soon as the first several inches were comfortably parked into her throat. Mentally berating herself for this moment of weakness, Film tried to relax her throat more under the onslaught of the invading cock. It was harder said than done. Not only was the iron grip of Namtan's hands on her head completely restricting her freedom, but she just didn't care about Film in that moment. All she cared about was shoving as much of her cock as she could and getting her pleasure.
Film was dripping in her thong.
— God, you're eager to please. You learn all this at college, Film? — Namtan asked, finally pulling her cock out.
Film gasped for breath, rubbing at her face to clean off the running mascara.
— I—yes! I wanted to—I wanted to be ready for you! — she admitted, shame coloring her cheeks.
There was an odd expression on Namtan's face at that. It wasn't anything negative; in fact, it switched to something more fiery, lustful.
— Lay down on the bed and hold your tits together, — Namtan said, voice thick with arousal. — You've been tempting me with these all night. Right from the start. Can't think straight anymore.
Namtan sidled up, knees on either side of Film's torso, and dropped herself down in between her tits. Film pushed her tits together, completely engulfing the cock in a soft embrace. Namtan groaned, throwing her head back and exposing her lovely neck. Film just wanted to sink her teeth into the skin.
— Keep your mouth open.
There was something compelling about the way Namtan dominated her. It came naturally. It was a quiet sort of command; she wouldn't overtly inflict herself on Film, but the gravity of her orders had her scrambling to obey. Submission was easily given; she didn't really have to take.
Film lay there, holding her tits together and pushing them up and down to match Namtan's shallow thrusts. This particular experience she'd never had before, but she wasn't a stranger to the concept. Namtan began a faster motion, moving up closer so that her cockhead pushed up against Film's mouth each time.
That was why her mouth was open. She focused more on catching and sucking her cock than keeping her breasts in place; it worked just as well, as Namtan was clearly close to the edge and preferred more control. She groped and held the fat mounds in place and went at it in a frenzy.
In a sudden staccato of her hips, Namtan groaned aloud and began to spurt her cum across Film's chest and face. Ropes of cum painted her white. Film kept her mouth open, trying to catch something in her mouth. She was rewarded near the end, when a solid, sticky rope of cum landed in her mouth. Film hungrily swallowed, uncaring of how slutty it made her look.
Namtan seemed enamored by her devotion, in fact, and she got up, squeezing everything she could with her foreskin and shoving the head inside for one last suck. Film hollowed her mouth and sucked as hard as she possibly could.
— You liked that? — Namtan asked.
Film just nodded.
— Say thank you and give my balls a kiss. — Namtan dropped down, smothering Film with her ballsack.
— Tmankyou, — came a muffled answer, followed by a wet kiss on the seam of her sack.
Satisfied, Namtan got up, her eyes roving across Film's form in clear appreciation of her debauched state.
— Takes me a while to get going again, — Namtan mumbled. — Hormones and old age. Not a pretty combination in this case.
— S'alright, — Film replied, still sprawled on her bed with Namtan's cum drying on her tits and face.
— Just enough time for me to eat that college pussy, — Namtan grinned dirtily. She tugged down Film's underwear and whistled at the glistening pussy now revealed. — Such a pretty little cunt. — Namtan trailed her finger over Film's folds and pressed against her clit. Film shivered at the attention.
— Maybe I should have told you that I have a weakness for younger women. Maybe not long-term, but you are all such good fucks. — Namtan dipped a finger into Film's tight hole. — Always the tightest. Comes so easily and tastes so good.
Namtan popped her finger out, inspecting the sticky fluid stuck on it. She extended her hand and nudged Film's lips until she got the message and sucked on it.
— How do you taste?
— Uh— — Film gaped.
— You've eaten out girls before, I assume. How do you taste in comparison with other college pussy?
— Good. You... uh, won't be disappointed.
With a smirk, Namtan buried her head between Film's legs. She swiped her tongue across her pussy, licking up all the wetness that had been pooling. Namtan moaned into her, lifted her head for a brief moment, face coated with Film's arousal. — You were right.
Diving back down again, Namtan was almost systematic in the way she set out to break down Film's resolve. She tested out the waters first, thrusting into Film with two of her fingers and seeing what brought out the longest moans. Then she settled her mouth firmly over her clit. She licked up her quivering clit in a quick motion. Film almost shot off her bed at the combined pleasure.
Namtan didn't falter, no matter how much Film thrashed about. Her mouth was firmly latched on and her long fingers were at it, thrusting fast and curling up to scrape at her walls. She drank Film for all she was worth.
It was noisy, too. No one had ever devoured Film with this much thirst. It was as though Namtan was possessed, parched, and Film was the only source for miles.
— Fuck! Namtan, that feels so fucking good! — Film shrieked, her hand going to grasp at Namtan's mane.
Namtan went on without a pause for even a breath. Film's peak came embarrassingly quickly, the minute Namtan began to suck on her clit. And the more she gushed, the noisier Namtan was at slurping her up. She didn't stop when Film came the first time, only going at it harder to get the second one. That came too, on the tail end of the first orgasm.
And then finally, once Film's cries of pleasure turned more pained from oversensitivity, Namtan stopped, but not before licking up all of her fluid. She sat up, Film's cum shining on her grinning face.
— Best drink Charles had tonight, — Namtan joked, draping herself on top of Film.
Film laughed. — That's easily the dirtiest thing you've said to me tonight.
— You're the one fucking your dad's friend, — Namtan muttered, kissing Film's jaw. — You laughed.
— Mm. I love dirty, — Film kissed Namtan. — This drink was just for you.
— I'm ready to go again, — Namtan said in between kisses. — I need to fuck you so bad.
— Fuck me. Take this young pussy, ruin me.
— Fuck, — Namtan blurted out. She planted one last, hungry kiss on Film before sitting up for a brief second. — Condom?
— I'm on the pill.
Namtan chuckled at the overeager reply. — There are more reasons than that to wear condoms.
— Could we not have this lesson right now? I'm clean! I've never done it without—I want you to be my first raw fuck, — Film said.
— You really fucking know how to get under my skin, don't you, — Namtan said through gritted teeth. — Fine.
Namtan gripped her cock in hand; that's when Film got a glimpse of just how hard she was. Somehow all this time the math didn't connect in her mind: that was going to seriously hurt. And judging by the fire in Namtan's eyes—she didn't care.
Namtan was more girthy than long, so she met more resistance trying to fit in. But with a forceful thrust, she finally managed to penetrate Film. And what a glorious stretch it was. Completely painful—Namtan's cock had stretched her to the limit.
Namtan didn't even pause to give Film a rest. Film had asked for this, after all. So she kept surging forward, trying to bury her cock to the balls. Namtan grunted above her, drops of sweat beading at her forehead. She grit her teeth and hissed at the velvet cocoon that was Film's tight cunt. It was possibly the tightest fit she'd ever had. Or maybe it was more of a psychological thing.
Her best friend's daughter, a girl she had helped raise, was under her, getting dicked down within an inch of her life. And what truly blew this crazy situation out of the water was that his daughter was so eager for her cock. She was willing to ruin it all, pussy included, just for this moment.
When she finally settled in completely, to the balls, Namtan grinned widely in triumph and then, without warning, began to thrust. It was tough; Film was barely letting her go. But through sheer will, she began to go fast, rough. So rough that Film cried out in pain. Namtan clasped her hand over Film's mouth and began to pump away until Film's tears and spit stained her hand.
— Wait—wait. It hurts. Give me a second, please, — Film began to beg when Namtan took her hand off.
— C'mon, baby, — Namtan continued on, ignoring Film's pleas. She began to lick at Film's neck, trailing up to her ear. — This is what you wanted. You're gonna take what you wanted. You're gonna sit there and let me use you. Got it?
— Stop for a second. Just need to... it really hurts. You're too big.
— I am, — Namtan sucked on her earlobe. — I am the biggest you're gonna get. I don't know what limp-dick losers have been fucking you. It's time you had a real cock from a real woman to show you what fucking is. This is how girls like you are supposed to please. So be quiet and take my cock.
— Fuck, — Film cried, tears escaping her.
— You wanted this. You wanted me to ruin you. You pushed me this far, — Namtan whispered into Film's ear.
— I want this, — Film mumbled back, letting the force of Namtan's thrusts push her back on the bed.
— That's right. Fuck, Film, you're such a fucking slut. I'm your daddy's age. Huh? You whored yourself out for an old woman like me, huh? — Namtan gently slapped and gripped Film by her cheeks. — You like this old lady cock so much?
— I do, — came Film's garbled reply.
— This is how we fuck.
Namtan began to jackhammer her cock, hard and fast. It took up all her stamina. It wasn't in any way sustainable, but Namtan was past the point of caring. She needed to cum. She needed to finish this destruction, this conquering—paint Film's pussy with her seed so deep the reminder of Namtan would never leave her.
Not when some limp-dicked Nanon, Dick, or Milk was fucking her in college. Film would always be taken by Namtan.
— I'm gonna cum inside you, Film, — Namtan warned breathlessly. Her toned body was shining with sweat and her muscles were burning from overexertion, but her cock was throbbing, so close to the finish line. Her balls drew up and Namtan shouted Film's name hoarsely before dropping her head down to tuck it next to Film.
And in thick ropes, she began to cum inside. It was the best nut of her life. Film's walls tightened around her, milking her cock until her balls were completely empty. Namtan groaned into her neck before suddenly sitting up and pulling out her cock. She aimed her still-twitching cock at the rest of Film's pussy, painting her folds and clit white with her semen.
— Holy fuck. Film, — Namtan panted, smiling. She whistled at Film's gaping hole and snapped her fingers at the blonde. — Get yourself off. Rub your clit.
Film's arms were too heavy in that moment, but she needed to obey no matter what. She began to rub herself furiously, smearing Namtan's cum all over her hands and thighs. Film was utterly shameless in the way that she was masturbating for Namtan. It didn't even feel like she was coming for herself—her orgasm felt more like it was owed to Namtan.
— Cum for me. Come for me, Film. Say my name.
— Namtan. Namtan. Please. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum for you! FUCK! Namtan!
What it finally took was the searing look Namtan was giving her—the way her gaze seemed to possess her mind and soul. And then she gave herself to Namtan. She came—squirted, in fact. A gush of fluid hit Namtan square on her stomach and crotch. It drenched the bed, and Film wailed in pleasure.
She almost passed out. It felt like she had left the mortal realm and was floating instead, on a plane nowhere near Earth.
When she came to, she found herself nestled on the bed, a still very naked but clearly very tired Namtan next to her.
— How... how long was I out? — Film asked gingerly.
— About five minutes. Enough time to clean you up. Though I suggest changing the bedsheets in the morning—that half of the bed is ruined, — Namtan smiled.
— Jesus. Are you always this good at sex? Why did your ex ever leave you? — Film thought aloud, cheeks pinking when she realized she'd vocalized it.
— That's one of the perks of fucking old people. It might take us a while to get it up, but we have experience. And I am particularly good, yes, — Namtan laughed. — As for my ex, I guess amazing sex just didn't cut it.
Film nodded sagely. — Was this a one-time thing?
— I... well. It was when I walked in here.
— And now?
— I guess... I guess I would like to do it again while you're still here, — Namtan said somewhat shyly. — That is, if you want to?
— Are you kidding!? — Film jumped up, landing a long kiss on Namtan. — There's nothing I want more.
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Whatever sexual expertise Film had gained at college had been more or less thrown out the window by Namtan. It was like she was learning her body anew: her likes, dislikes, her own pleasure and agency. It was different being with someone older and experienced. Namtan was almost clinical in the way she extracted all Film had to offer. Each session left her almost completely drained, but fulfilled. There was also the way Namtan had fanned the flames of her naturally submissive streak.
— This one? — Namtan asked. — Looks cute.
Film looked at the butt plug Namtan was showing her. It did look cute—a nice, jeweled finish that would no doubt drive Namtan crazy the moment she saw it.
— Very cute. Put it in the cart with the others.
— Just thinking about getting to take your anal virginity has got me bouncing off the walls.
— You really put that dirty old woman stereotype to shame.
Namtan snorted. — Darling, I've fucked so many women I've lost count, and you are easily the dirtiest girl I've been with.
Film didn't dignify that with a response; instead, her eyes zeroed in on the leash and collar product that Namtan had scrolled down to.
— That looks interesting, — she blurted out.
— There you go. Case in point, — Namtan joked. She selected the product to get a better look. — You really want this?
All the while, Namtan had been softly groping away at Film's boobs while absentmindedly scrolling on her phone. Film learned early on that Namtan was completely addicted to tits—her tits specifically. Not a moment went by that Namtan's hands left her alone. They were always searching, kneading, groping. But then, she wasn't far behind either.
Film's life with Namtan was shaping up to be the happiest of her life. She was remarkably different from anyone else she'd been with. She had been right, after all, when she said she'd ruin everyone else for Film. There was no one she felt safer with, no one that she could trust enough to explore herself with.
— I want to try it. Looks hot, and I trust you. I want you to take my control—want to be owned by you.
Film spent her breaks at Namtan's home. If Namtan was a safe space, so too was her home—far away from judging, curious eyes, far away from having to look over her shoulder for any careless trails or evidence she'd left behind.
During the day, she would paint in the guest room where Namtan had thoughtfully set up a small space. Ever since the butt plug had come, that time also doubled as a practice session. It felt like an uncomfortable intrusion at first, a foreign weight that made her walk awkwardly. Within some time, though, it began to feel like a part of herself.
— That's a pretty painting, — Namtan mumbled, sidling up behind her. She chuckled at Film's startled jerk, but flashed an apologetic smile once the blonde shot her a glare. — Got you this time.
— I was very focused on the painting, — Film mumbled. — Hello, welcome back. How was work?
— Great. But only because it's the weekend and I know what we're doing tonight.
— Yeah. Maybe I masturbated in the afternoon, — Film said coyly. — Maybe I played around a bit with the plug.
— You keep going and I'm gonna have to ruin your art room, — Namtan warned.
— Maybe I don't care if you mess up the art room, — Film leaned in to ghost her lips over Namtan's.
For good measure, she trailed her hand over Namtan's crotch, rubbing over the still-soft length a couple of times. Namtan just shook
— For good measure, she trailed her hand over Namtan's crotch, rubbing over the still-soft length a couple of times. Namtan just shook her head, a low laugh rumbling in her chest as her pupils dilated, watching Film with that dark, possessive intensity that never failed to send a shiver down Film’s spine.
— You're playing a dangerous game, little girl, — Namtan murmured, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned in, her warm breath fanning across Film's ear. — You know very well I won't hesitate to pin you down right here against this easel.
— Is that supposed to be a threat? — Film countered, turning her head just enough to press her lips against Namtan's jawline. — Because it sounds an awful lot like a promise.
Namtan’s hand shot out, capturing Film’s wrist and pinning it gently yet firmly against her hip, feeling the subtle twitch of Film's body as the butt plug shifted inside her with the sudden movement. Namtan’s eyes darkened further at the realization.
— You’ve still got it in, haven't you? — Namtan hummed, her other hand sliding down Film’s back to give her rear a firm, sharp slap.
Film gasped, her knees going weak at the sudden burst of friction and pressure. — Mmm... I told you I was playing around with it.
— Good girl, — Namtan purred, her tongue tracing the line of Film’s neck before biting down lightly on the sensitive junction where her neck met her shoulder. — Then go clean yourself up. Put on that collar we bought. Tonight, you're going to learn exactly what it means to give up all your control to me.
Film’s heart hammered against her ribs, a mix of sheer anticipation and deep, intoxicating submission washing over her. She gave a quick, breathless nod, slipping out of Namtan’s grip to head toward the master bedroom.
— Don't make me wait too long, Film, — Namtan called out behind her, her tone carrying that quiet, absolute authority. — You know how impatient I get when it comes to taking what's mine.
Gave her a somewhat wide berth; today her reach was just confined to Namtan's cock.
The chain was hooked onto a belt Namtan had secured to her waist. Essentially, they were tied to each other, but the power was still held by one person. It was ideal for Film to be reduced to a hole for her domme.
There was just enough space to catch her breath in between the merciless bouts of deepthroating.
— This is where you belong, — Namtan said in a cold sneer. She gripped her cock by its base and slapped it across Film's face, smearing both pre-cum and spit. The degrading treatment was visibly arousing for Film, who simply stuck out her tongue to taste the dripping pre-cum.
— Look at you. So eager for it, — Namtan chuckled.
With one last resounding *thack* of her cock, she unceremoniously shoved herself back into the heat of Film's mouth. There was a brief gagging, one that Film quickly schooled herself into rectifying by relaxing her throat.
But it earned a tightened pull on her leash, further reducing Film's freedom. She didn't have a choice anymore; she couldn't move away. Her world now was the throbbing meat parked to its hilt in her throat. Film had been painstakingly trained to take all of Namtan multiple times a day for long, brutal lengths of time. Yet as time went by, the tears began to run, her nose watered, and her oxygen almost threatened to give out.
— This is your life, Film. I know you love this. If I reach into your pussy, I know it'll be drenched.
Namtan held Film's nose shut, and for a few agonizing seconds, the world almost closed in on Film. She sputtered and tried to pull back. The more she coughed and struggled, the harder Namtan would hold the leash back. As she gagged at the now unbearable weight in her throat, her drool fell out in foamy droves.
Until finally, finally, Namtan granted her mercy and let go of the leash. Film fell back to the floor. She had more freedom, but still the motion pulled Namtan off her balance by a step. The leash strained while she heaved for air. The lightheadedness left her unable to get up. In the daze of the moment, she felt two long fingers pushing into her cunt and lightly thrusting.
— Knew it, — Namtan smirked at her and held up her hand. Film's arousal was coated on her fingers in a sticky webbing that was quickly wiped on her hair. — Up.
— Yes, ma'am, — Film said, scrambling up into her usual blowjob position.
— Keep your mouth open. I need to cum.
Film held her mouth open. Namtan left her like that for a minute—long enough to snap a picture of her humiliation.
— Change your phone wallpaper to this.
And before Film could nod her acquiescence, Namtan was fucking her throat. It was utterly merciless, as it always was in cases like this. Namtan took her pleasure without another care in the world. Film really was nothing more than a hole.
The iron grip of Namtan's hands on her head made sure she was restricted in that position. But there was nothing safer than Namtan's control. No matter what resistance her throat still showed Namtan, she kept her big doe eyes open and trained on her domme. It was an ultimate show of subservience in that moment.
— Damn, this is my favorite hole, — Namtan grunted, throwing her head back. She never stilled in her furious humping of Film's mouth.
The throbbing of her cock and the tightening of the balls on her chin were the tell-tale signs that the end was near. Film steeled herself; she tried to stand these last few moments of the onslaught.
With one final shove to the balls and a hoarse shout from Namtan, she began to unload. Film eagerly, whorishly swallowed all that she had to give. It wasn't just her duty; it was a pleasure.
While Film was still catching her breath, she felt the clinking of her leash being removed from her collar, and two strong arms holding her tenderly.
— Such a good girl, — Namtan told her with a kiss.
It was interesting being in a long-term kinky relationship. They felt safe and respected to try new things—even kinks they weren't too big on. Whatever they didn't like could easily be called off. It was how Film realized she enjoyed some forms of public humiliation (Namtan got a kick out of groping her in public). How Namtan learned she enjoyed some bondage herself (Film got a kick out of tying her to the bed and going to town edging her cock and eating her ass).
A bit of breeding play wasn't something Namtan was too big on. Film had brought it up once and relented; it was a touchy subject for her. Only Namtan herself blurted it out in the middle of a session later on. That was the green light to explore the roleplay a bit more.
— I know why I said it, — Namtan said casually while rolling her hips. — But are you such a dirty slut that you'd let your dad's friend knock you up?
Namtan had her in a prone bone. And the angle of her never-ending cock would always hammer her G-spot until she was a twitching pulp every time. It was difficult to think, let alone answer when it felt this good. The sharp pull of her hair, however, was a reminder that it was not an excuse to not answer when spoken to.
— Ye-yeah, — Film garbled out.
— What will you tell your dad? — Namtan asked with a strong thrust. She paused for a second to lean down and kiss at the bit of skin now revealed by the bit of blonde hair she had pulled back into a ponytail. — Aunt Namtan fucked a baby in me? Aunt Namtan has been fucking me every day since I went to college?
— I'm gonna—I'm gonna tell them I begged you to get me pregnant. Cause I'm such a cockslut, — Film gasped.
— A bitch in heat.
— I'm a fucking bitch in heat. I'd let you breed me as many times as you want.
— I do breed you as many times as I want, slut.
The thrusting resumed again. It felt like a battering ram, and whatever slutty thing Film wanted to say was stolen by the hammering of Namtan's cock.
— When they see you, — Namtan continued in between the furious bouts of pounding, — they'll know that you let me come inside that filthy pussy until it got you pregnant. That's what you want, right? That's why you begged me to breed you.
— You wanted everyone to know who owns you, — Namtan answered herself.
Film merely nodded her head where it was smashed up against the pillows.
— Answer me, Film. Tell me the truth.
— The—the truth?
— Tell me why you wanted me to breed you so bad.
— I—I wanted you to own me completely. And I wanted everyone to know, too. I wanted my parents to know.
Namtan slapped her ass hard at that.
— If you're such a bitch in heat, if you wanna get knocked up so bad, then fuck yourself on my cock. And don't even think about stopping until I tell you. You won't get my cum in your pussy then.
The threat of having her favorite feeling taken away was enough to get her going. The play so far had been demanding on both her body and her senses that her movement was uncoordinated, sloppy. The quick succession of slaps on her ass was not just a push to get her moving, but a warning.
Film wailed, but dug her hands into the bedsheets and pushed herself up to get moving in earnest. Namtan watched, eyes practically devouring the body desperately writhing on her cock. The ripples of Film's ass slapping back into her was hypnotizing on its own, but it was more so the desperation in each of her movements. She gave herself completely over, allowing the needy slut in her to take over completely.
That alone could make her bust. Film's pussy hugged her cock tight, unwilling to let its owner and home leave even for a second. Film was a skilled lover, and it showed. Even as far gone as she was tonight, she still had enough control to give Namtan the best pleasure.
— How bad do you want me to cum inside you, Film? — Namtan demanded.
— I want you to flood my pussy! I want you to plug it up and fuck me again. Until I can't hold it in anymore. I want to be bursting with your cum, madam!
Namtan gave a hard push on Film's back, and the blonde fell back to the bed with a squeak. She followed suit until their bodies were pasted together. Namtan only moved with her hips, saving her energy so she could breed her like an animal. Her thick, pulsing cock plunged into Film's welcoming cunt. All that Namtan had to give was eagerly accepted.
There was no actual prospect of pregnancy—they both knew that. But some primal part of their brain didn't care. It almost believed that it was true. It was true in the way Film wantonly begged for it, or the way Namtan was fucking her with the single-minded need to fuck and breed. Namtan grunted the filthiest things next to her ear; Film could only nod at it all. Whatever filthy things her mind could conjure up were all based in reality anyway.
The force of Namtan's hips had turned Film's flesh red, and yet with a machine-like focus, Namtan kept going. Film had come on her cock, but she kept going. When it seemed like nothing would sate the animal in Namtan, Film's blissed-out begging finally did.
— Please come in me. Come in this whore, please! I need it so bad, Namtan—I need you to come inside me so bad. Make me a mother.
— Fuck, — Namtan's hips faltered at the image that conjured. A wedding ring cradling a pregnant belly. — Shit. Film, I'm cumming—fuck!
Film sobbed at the warm gush of seed that flooded her pussy. Namtan moaned in a throaty rumble she only ever did at the really good orgasms. Even as the pulses ended, the pleasure on her face still remained. She stayed inside Film's pussy, keeping her head tucked under Film's head and catching her breath.
— You're so good, Nam, — Film mumbled, earning a wet kiss on her neck.
Later on, after a bath and an awful C-grade movie, Film pulled her lover into her arms.
— It was just a fantasy, — she reassured.
Namtan smiled slowly. — I know, baby. I'm fine, mostly. We got caught up. I guess I just never really imagined myself saying those things—it usually makes me dysphoric.
— And this time?
— Not dysphoric. I liked it, actually. But still, it's mentally taxing.
— Saying all those things doesn't make it true. That's why it's kink. We can explore ourselves safely.
Namtan placed a small kiss on her lips.
— I like this reversal of our roles.
— Is that your way of asking me to fuck your ass again?
— No, but yes. Tomorrow.
— It's a promise.