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"Are you nervous ?" Catra asked while driving the car when she noticed Adora rubbing the back of her neck.
"Yeah," she responded. "It's just because it's the first time, though."
"It's going to be fine, babe. It's just like what we do at home. But if you feel like you can't do it, just say the safeword and we'll leave," Catra reassured, then she took a hand off the steering wheel and put it on Adora's, which was on the console.
"I know, I know." She lifted Catra's hand to her lips and kissed it.
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It's not totally their first time there. Two weeks ago, after having talked about it for so long, they made the decision to check out the club . See what was up. So when they entered this time, went to the hostess at the front, and finally really entered, they were not surprised by the various groups of nude people in various positions, exploring various kinks.
Catra and Adora knew about all the different rooms off this place, so they went to the one they were the most interested in. It had floor-length mirrors and one long and large table in the center, and close to the walls were comfortable looking sofas. The one that was at their right was occupied by three people, two women taking turns pegging a blindfolded man while another fucked his throat, someone was at their right, toying their clit while looking at the scene.
Adora felt a tad bit hotter, so she decided to take off her t-shirt, leaving her in a black sport bra. At the movement, Catra started removing her trench coat, Adora stopped her by taking her hand in hers. "Wait till we find a spot."
"Okay," she responded with a knowing smile.
They continued to roam the place filled with moaning and people, in search of unoccupied space.
"There," Catra pointed and took them to the table in the middle, where a couple just left, and she sat on it. "So, do you want to discuss more about some things ? Review the scene a bit or the safewords ?" She asked, a reassuring hand on Adora's shoulder.
"No, we're all good, hon," Adora answered with a smile. "Love you."
"Okay," Catra said, biting her soft and full bottom lip to (fail to) hide a smile of her own. "I love you too, dummy. Let's start."
Adora dropped the backpack she was holding on the ground. "You've been really bad lately, kitten." Piercing blue eyes met bi-colored one's drowned in a pool of black. Adora took off Catra's trench coat, and the latter lifted up her ass so the garnement could join the backpack. It left the brunette in the black, lacy underwear they bought together.
The material was soft, so as to be the most comfortable for her. But it was also beautiful. It pushed up Catra's tits in a way that made Adora want to abandon the task at hand and just drop her head between them. Her hips were covered in sewed flowers. Adora spread her legs apart to see the hole that was designed so Catra's fantastic pussy and ass could be appreciated like they deserved to be.
"I haven't," Catra claimed, closing her thighs
There was a loud moan coming from a woman next to them, she was bent over on the table, giving head to another woman, hands tied behind her back into a reverse prayer, while someone fucked her roughly from behind.
Adora abrubtly turned Catra's jaw her way from the noise, "Whore, I need to punish some respect back into you." The blonde manhandled her on front and took out a paddle from their bag. Adora put her hips behind Catra's, feeling the hotness radiating off of her and made a rough thrust motion, Catra moaned at the feeling of her boner through her jeans, then began to grind on Adora. But the latter stopped her before she got any relief out of it. "You naughty thing, you're just so desperate for me, huh ? Well, you won't have anything unless you stop being such a brat."
"Fuck you," Catra grunted against the table.
Adora lifted the paddle and brought it forcefully on Catra's plump ass, the crack echoed in the room, accompanied with her wife's high pitched whine. "What do you say, slut ?"
"Fuck you."
A second big crack made a few people turn their eyes to its provenance. "Wrong answer. The more difficult you are, the less mercy I'll have. What. Do. You. Say ?" Adora repeated, each word punctuated by a slap harsher than the precedent.
"Thank you, ma'am !" Catra screamed, finally resigning.
"Good girl," Adora praised while massaging Catra's red and surely aching bottom. "Now we can start," she smirked, eyes full of mischief, when she heard a whine coming from her wife. "Count to ten, slut."
Crack
"One, thank you, ma'am," Catra grunted.
Crack
"Two ! Th- thank you, ma'am !"
When they arrived at ten, Catra was left crying on the ground after she fell down due to jerking around too much when she reached her orgasm – thank the gods for Adora’s decent redlex, she wouldn't have caught her otherwise.
"Fuck, you're pathetic, love." Adora squatted down so she could reach her. She let the paddle escape her hands, and caressed Catra's cheekbones and cheeks to stop her from crying more. Her wife opened her eyes and looked at her with a gaze that made butterflies erupt in Adora’s chest. She looked absolutely devastated, mascara flowing down her beautiful features and red lipstick smudging her chin. ( I want to see what I do to you Adora had said to convince Catra of putting her least waterproof makeup on.) Pleasure was soaking her face, her look bordered on delirious. Adora never loved her more.
Catra just whined and rubbed her face against Adora's right palm.
"Are you ready to be good, now ?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Fuck , Catra in subspace was something else. "Prove it," Adora ordered, getting up and towering over the brunette.
Catra held both her thighs and got on her knees to undo her wife's belt while she nosed at the large bulge that had formed on the fabric, and looked up at Adora with glazed eyes. Then, she unzipped her pants with her teeth and saw the blonde take a ragged breath. She felt a firm hand on the back of her head stopping any movement, the other went to the waistband of Adora’s own boxer briefs. Her dick –long, wide and veiny– came to view and she let it slap against her abs, precum leaked from the tip. Catra tried to throw herself on it but she got stopped by Adora's hand in her hair.
"Huh huh." She shaked her head slowly. "Good girls wait." Adora took it from the base with her right hand and got the pink tip in front of Catra's mouth, when she opened it large, Adora slid it against her face instead of in her, then slapped her on the cheeks with it. Catra's eyes got wide, and Adora just smiled ravenously at her. "Tongue out, slut." Catra obeyed immediately. "That's right," Adora exhaled and squished herself in.
Gods, she felt better each time. Adora worked her dick in Catra's mouth, proud of her for taking her so well. She wasn't incredibly long, just around 8 inches, but the sheer width of her revealed itself to make accommodation complicated. So, Adora had the pleasure to train Catra's throat to accomplish the task. They went from a dildo half her size to one bigger by an inch every month or so, just to be extra careful.
"You're taking me so well, fuck ." She went back out when she reached her throat, sliding against Catra's face once again, more smoothly this time thanks to Catra's spit that was getting all over her. Adora couldn't fight back the moan that escaped at the sight. "Look how depraved you are. Everyone noticed it," she turned Catra's face to the left, where a couple were mutually masturbating on the table while looking at them. When she was sure that Catra got a good look, she put her head back in place. "But you love it, huh ?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Open." Adora roughly thrust inside Catra this time, in and out, again and again, keeping Catra in place with both her hands in her hair. She grunted and moaned at all the noise her wife made. Then she started to go really deep, staying in her throat, feeling her swallow around her, and violently pushed Catra away. The brunette fell on her ass, gasping.
"Shit," she said between ragged breath.
Adora bent down to kiss her on the forehead. "You did so well, baby. I think you earned your reward." She picked her wife up, hands around her sides, and lifted her back on the table. Once Catra properly sat, she parted her legs and lifted them over her and on her shoulders.
Catra's back hit the wood surface hard with a moan when Adora's tongue touched her clit. She drank her in like a parched woman presented to water. Like some starved beast feasting upon the poor animal that crossed their path. She toyed with her clit, fast, hard but precise movement that got the woman under her willy thrashing. Then went a bit south to clean the mess Catra drenched her thighs and Adora's face in. Her tongue penetrated her slowly though, taking her time to feel the contracting muscle around her, velvet smooth and hot , more than ready for her hard member throbbing against her from being so close to what it craved. She felt Catra tense more so she went back to her clit. One, two, three hard licks and it was over for the brunette, her legs crossed firmly against Adora's back and pressed the blonde's whole face on her wet center, drowning her in pussy. Sigh, what a way to die.
When the legs caging her in uncrossed, Adora kept her position on her cute bundle of nerves but entered a finger up her cunt, gliding in. A second followed, then a third, fucking Catra into overstimulation until–
"Shit ! Holly– fuck, keep going ! Don't. Stop."
Her legs trembled, her back was arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes rolled back her head. Adora made a long moan of her own at the image and all the lewd sounds. Gods , she had to get into her before she came. Adora slowed her movements so as to not tire her wife out too soon. "Such a good slut, huh, such a worthy whore. Being a nice doll for me to use however I please."
"Y-yes, I'm yours ma'am, u-use me," she stuttered through ragged breathing.
"Damn right." Adora smiled viciously, face drenched. Before keeping on with her plan she verified, serious, "color ?"
"Green. Can I have some water, please ?" Catra answered with an easy smile.
"Yes, hon," she took a bottle from their bag, opened it and gave it to her wife.
"Thank you, ma'am." It was hard getting Catra to ask things for herself and be aware of her well-being enough as to say the safewords when in subspace, but they were getting around it, slowly but surely.
"Good ?" Adora questioned.
Catra handed her the bottle back and nodded, "yes".
Adora kissed her wife, deep and hungry, lustful whines escaped their mouths as the blonde's hands trailed the curves, the plains, the angles of the tan, freckled body in front of her. Putting into touch the reverence she felt towards the person she considered her whole word, the light of her life. When Adora grasped Catra's breast and thumbed her nipple, the brunette ended their make out with a loud moan, and Adora continued with kisses placed on her jaw, behind her eat and finally on her neck, sucking deep love bites onto her pulse point. Catra rushed a hand to hold blonde hair in response but both her wrists got slammed against the table and a strong bite was felt on the meat of her shoulder.
"I don't let any slut touch me. Stay in your place, whore, " Adora said and bit her a second time.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm so sorry, ma'am," Catra pleaded.
"We don't want that to happen again, do we ?"
"No, we don't, ma'am."
"Right," Adora affirmed, letting go of Catra's arms, picked a pair of cuffs from their bag. She smiled wolfish at the look on Catra's face. "Turn around."
Catra obeyed without resistance, head pressed to the wood and ass high in the air. The blonde cuffed both her hands behind her arched back. Once done she took a couple steps back, admiring the absolute work of art that was Catra. Hers. Until the latter looked at her from behind her shoulder, pleading eyes silently begging. Adora got closer to her wife, cock touching her cunt, hands gripping her hips hard after giving her red and plump ass a firm slap.
Catra grunted. "Please, ma'am."
"Please what ?" Adora pushed, sliding herself against Catra. Shit, she was so wet.
"Fuck me ! Holly shit, please ! Fuck me, I need it, I need you, so bad. Ma'am, please !" Catra cried out on the table.
If her lady asks, she shall receive. Adora directed the tip in, slowly, until half of her was left out and there, she left the wet heat, went back in at the depth and out again, two or three times, accompanied with a series of noises escaping her beloved. Then suddenly, she slid herself deep and fast, her balls slapped against the bare ass in front of her, and Catra squealed and clenched around her.
Adora moaned low, trying not to come directly at being so deliciously squeezed. She wanted to hold out for a bit longer, but all will vanished when she felt Catra working her cock, impaling herself roughly on Adora. From that moment she rutted uncontrollably in her wife, letting only the tip in and thrusting to the hilt, hard, again and again and again. Adora's, Catra's, everyone's moans, blending, mixing in a carnal chant. Pleasure building up and up from deep under, electrical and passionate, like lightning and fire, powerful and destructive, ravaging everything in its wake when it finally bursts .
"Shit," Adora panted, sprawled over Catra.
"Yeah, shit," the brunette repeated, still recovering from her orgasm, aftershocks making her shiver. "That was– fuck."
Adora kissed the beauty spots on her wife's back. "Gimme a few minutes and we can go, I can't feel my legs."