Paying Your Bar Tab

[hamish1024]

Continued from the bar brawl here - viewtopic.php?t=22935


Storm’s eyes fluttered open as she woke from a deep sleep, and she tentatively stretched her naked body out on the bed. The first thing she realised was that her face was in Morrigan’s breasts; she’d evidently been cuddling the bigger woman, whilst using her curves as a soft, warm pillow. There were definitely worse places to wake up, she mused happily, as she gently rolled away and tried to get her bearings.

The movement made her wince a little. Her muscles ached from yesterday’s exertions, and her spine was clearly still aggrieved by Morrigan’s moves in last night’s hardcore match. Storm’s mouth felt dry and her head throbbed; unsurprising, given the hits she had taken, although the largely-empty bottles of whisky on her bedside table were probably playing their part in that too. Storm furrowed her brow as she tried to piece her fuzzy memories of the previous night back together.

They were in one of LAW’s numerous private rooms, ostensibly set up for the hentai division’s ever-popular bed-wrestling scene, but in practice made available to anyone who wanted a bed in a hurry. That had definitely been the case with Storm last night, as she had carried the defeated Morrigan away over her shoulder, and VERY eager to implement the “winner on top” stipulation that the Irishwoman had suggested, only to fall foul of her own forfeit.

Storm remembered tossing Morrigan onto the bed and waking her up with gentle but insistent kisses. They’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other, tongues in mouths, bodies groped, but despite their mutual desire, Storm had reluctantly made them stop. At her insistence, they both removed their sweaty, torn, booze-soaked outfits, and took some time to check each other for broken glass and other injuries. The remaining painful shards had been plucked free, and their nastiest scratches sterilised with a splash of stolen scotch. It had partly put Storm in mind of apes grooming each other for fleas, but it had also proven an excellent excuse to get Morrigan naked.

Once she was satisfied that their wounds were at least superficially healed, Storm had abruptly shoved the buxom goth backwards onto the bed, and straddled her in a forwards facesit. The sensuous relief in being able to cash in the stakes she had craved was glorious, and it hadn’t taken much grinding for the horny Scot to reach her first orgasm, climaxing hard atop Morrigan’s face.

It had been fantastic… so fantastic, in fact, that Storm was adamant she wanted more. Playfully reminding Morrigan that it had been her idea for the winner to get to be on top for the whole night, Storm had sourced two pairs of handcuffs from the boxes of sex toys that LAW had thoughtfully provided, and chained the Irish domme’s wrists to the headboard.

Seeing that voluptuous body spread out on the bed, all there for Storm’s enjoyment, was utter bliss. She’d started with a reverse facesit, mischievously smothering her prey before building up to her second orgasm. Though dominant here, Storm wasn’t a selfish lover at heart, and made sure to reciprocate, giving plenty of pleasure to the bound girl with her fingers and her tongue, enjoying finding out what exactly made her tick. Still, the Scot claimed her fair share of climaxes from Morrigan’s face as she indulged through countless straddles, both forward and reverse. Occasionally their aching bodies would get the better of them, slowing them down, but Storm kept the consequences of their fight at bay by frequently french-kissing whisky into her captive’s mouth, the makeshift pain relief going some way to explain why her memories were now a little hazy.

Storm was pretty sure she’d used a vibrating wand at one point, raided from the sex toy box, but wasn’t exactly sure where that had ended up. Her final memory of the night had been a reverse facesit, rubbing her bare ass in Morrigan’s face as she ground out another breathtaking orgasm, climaxing hard on the handcuffed girl’s nose, before rolling off and then pretty much instantly falling into a deep, exhausted, but utterly fulfilled sleep.

As Storm lay happily in the bed, replaying the delightful events of the previous night, she was hit by the niggling sensation she’d forgotten something. Frowning, she sat upright, and looked over at the dark-haired domme she’d curled up with.

“Shit, I forgot to uncuff you before falling asleep, didn’t I?” she gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. Suddenly feeling a lot more awake, Storm tried to blink away the cobwebs and cast her eyes around the messy bedroom, trying to locate the missing handcuff keys. She hoped she could at least find them quickly – she’d really, really enjoyed her time with Morrigan, and would be mortified if this silly mistake soured things.

[BlackAkuma]

”Eh, no rush. Not the first time I’ve woken up in handcuffs.”

The shock of the century.

It was probably safe to say that Morrigan was one of the few people walking the planet Earth who could say a sentence like that and not be joking even a little bit, but it was true. Really, it was the sort of thing you would expect from a dominatrix who lived - and semi-occasionally slept with - another dominatrix. While she and Sabin weren’t ‘partners’ partners, Morrigan was a switch, and she wasn’t unused to being on the bottom from time to time. Even beyond the German, she’d had her occasional dalliances with her back against the sheets.

But had she ever had it this good? If she had, she couldn't recall at the moment, which also spoke to just how well her world had been rocked.

Storm woke her up with kisses, which was definitely her favorite way to be woken up, as it so happened. She’d found herself in one of LAW’s notorious hentai rooms, the perfect place for two extremely horny brawlers to release all their steam without worry of breaking anything expensive or being interrupted, and they went at things from there, after a little self-repair.

And, of course, they’d kicked off things with a facesit, as Storm proceeded to mount her face and use it as a sex toy, an experience that Morrigan happily consented to. She was in her own private heavenly hell under Storm’s enveloping curves, fighting for every breath she could, tasting her on her lips, feeling the wetness as she splashed all over her face, finally adding her juices to the growing cocktail on Morrigan’s skin.

From there, things rapidly spiraled into all manner of interesting directions. More facesitting, which Storm was incredibly adept at, and more orgasms, as the woman used her face as an endless sex toy, fucking her nose raw. While the majority of pleasure went to the Scotswoman, no shortage of it went Morrigan’s way as well, as her lover proved to be generous with her conquered prey. Her pussy grew incredibly familiar with Storm’s fingers, and it wasn’t long before she was filling the room with her own Irish tones. Screams and moans and cries…

Things blurred together, thanks in no small part to the generous amounts of booze flowing through their system - it was probably a good thing for the citizens of Japan that neither of them had any plans on going home that night. Actual sex toys were involved, included a wand that had run out of batteries in Morrigan’s pussy, and it all came to an end with Storm passing out on top of her.

All in all, a 10 out of 10 sexual experience. Highly recommended, would do it again.

Morrigan had drifted off herself and woken up to the familiar sensation of numbed arms, which Storm was quickly rectifying. She gave the handcuffs a quick shake and shrugged. ’They really should use trick cuffs for this stuff, kind of a safety hazard. If a fire broke out, I’d be right fucked.” She rolled her shoulders a couple of times, getting the blood flowing. ”You’re cute when you sleep, by the way. Anyone tell you that before? You do this funny snore like a barn owl.”