YEAH!!!! more to come.
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Part one of Web-cam Whoopee for you smut monkeys. Like before part one is the set-up, I'm still working on part two, jumping between that and QSM, is keeping me busy and confused.

Hope you enjoy reading this part as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Love2003 - You love the smut huh? Hope this is smutty enough for ya!

Title: Writer’s Block
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: NC-17. Sex, swearing and extra spicy talk!
Pairing: w/T
Disclaimer: AU. I don’t own Willow and Tara, don’t sue me, I own nothing.
Feedback: Silly question
Distribution: Pens, and if anyone else wants it, just ask.
Summary: This one won’t just be as kinky as the last one, but there is still an element of power and control given to one partner, totally consensual, of course. This is set at an earlier date from the first story, so the Mistress/pet relationship has been developing over a 4-5 month period, which is hopefully reflected in the level of intensity portrayed. Boundaries have been explored from both points of view, and our girls are comfortable with their roles at this point.


Web-cam Whoopee Part One

Tara sat her desk typing. Dressed in sweats and her long blonde hair tied back in a loose pony tail her fingers flew over the keys as she wrote Teddy Bumkins latest adventure.

She had been working on the story now for a month and all was going swimmingly. Writing these stories allowed her to indulge her inner child, and Teddy Bumkins was a childhood imagining that in adult life was making her a tidy living.

When she had been young, sometimes the noises in the night would frighten her. She would curl up under the covers and bury her head with her pillow and pretend she was in a warm and happy place where a golden bear called Teddy Bumkins would take her by the hand and away from her fear into a land of sugarplum trees and dancing kittens. As she grew older she needed Teddy less and less, but she never quite said goodbye to her furry little friend, and when she felt the pull towards writing, as a means of practise she wrote down some of the stories from her childhood.

She had started in her first year of college, she smiled sadly when she thought of how alone she had been then, but her early foray’s into writing about Teddy eased her loneliness, just like how he had eased her childhood fears. She really loved her cute little bear.

Finishing her current paragraph, she saved the file, and stretched back into her chair loving how easy her work was now that she had escaped the clutches of Sunnydale Children’s Books. Not having Anya on her case since delivering her third book two months before the deadline, Tara felt under less pressure to produce her fourth.

Willow had upheld her promise about getting a lawyer to look over the contract. The best contract’s lawyer in town was Geoffrey Chase, who was not only one of Willow’s clients, but the father of an old school friend. The outcome of his examination of her contract was that after the third book, the contract had to be renegotiated, and the terms had to be acceptable to both parties. His recommendation was to supply the third book to fulfil the contract, and then renegotiate or leave SCB.

Anya had insisted, of course, that Tara stay with SCB, and offered her enhanced terms to hold on to her. But Tara had declined the offer when Rupert Giles at The Children’s Library publishing house had contacted her. When she met with Rupert she knew that there was no way she could go back to Anya and her profiteering ways. Rupert’s philosophy of education through imagination won her over, and when he admitted he had had an imaginary friend as young boy Tara knew he would be someone she could trust and rely on.

She left her office and headed to her bright sunny kitchen in her stocking feet carrying her empty coffee mug and rubbing at the small of her back with her free hand.

Just as she sat her mug on the counter her phone rang. Taking it from her pocket she smiled as she saw Willow’s cellphone on the caller id, flipping it open she rested it against her ear.

“Hi Will”

“Hey, baby, did I disturb you?” Willow greeted her, but didn’t sound her usual peppy self.

“Oh, no, just taking a little coffee break sweetie, you sound a little down, everything going ok?” she asked taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

“Yeah, just work, um…I thought I better let you know I’m gonna have to stay late. Sorry, I know we had plans…” she hoped Tara wouldn’t be too disappointed.

“I was so looking forward to dinner, Will. It’s been ages since we went out, how come you have to work late anyway?” She idly rubbed the surface of the counter with the pads of her fingers, as she listened to Willow’s explanation.

“I am so, so sorry baby, but the New York client wants to conference tonight. We agreed to talk at 7.00pm, I thought he meant 7.00pm his time, which is 4.00pm our time, and I thought yeah, that’s great, conference for an hour via the web-cam, finish at 5.00pm be home by 6.30pm dinner you and me at 8.00pm. It never occurred to me he meant 7.00pm our time, it was only when he e-mailed earlier to say he had to shift the meeting back half an hour to 10.30 EST that I realised the mix-up. I have to do this baby, we were recommended to him by another client, it wouldn’t look good to reschedule.”

Her lack of babble during her explanation relayed her own disappointment, and Tara wished she was there with her to give her a reassuring hug so that she could know that it was all ok, and despite her own disappointment she understood that business came first.

“I understand sweetie, I really do, and I can’t say I’m not disappointed, dinner with you would have been the perfect way to end my day,” the blonde sighed pushing an errant lock of hair behind her ear.

“When I get home maybe I can find a better way to end your day,” said Willow with a flirty tone.

Tara smiled, and warmed to the change of direction in their conversation.

“Oh yeah, what could you do to make up for cancelling our date?” giving Willow an opening to continue in the same vein.

“Well, lets see, I could give you a foot rub, or a massage, or both. That’s a nice way to end the day, get you all relaxed and sleepy for bed,” she was teasing now that Tara’s disappointment had eased.

“What if I don’t want to be all relaxed and sleepy? What if I want something else?” Tara’s low sexy voice travelled right to Willow’s core and fired her imagination.

“I’ll give you anything and everything you need baby, you know that,” Willow sat back in her chair, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on her desk, “so, how should I give you that perfect ending Tara? Should I go sweet and slow? Mmm? Make love to every inch of you, worship your body and pay homage to your beauty? Or would you prefer hot and heavy? Fucking you hard and deep, making you scream my name over and over until you’re hoarse.”

Willow grinned into the phone, she knew how Tara would be feeling. Spicy talk always turned her on.

Back home, the stool at the breakfast bar suddenly seemed uncomfortable as Willow began to tease her. Tara headed to the lounge and took refuge on the large comfortable sofa. She lay down, propped against some cushions and the armrest. She put one hand under her head and relaxed as best she could despite the warming effect of Willow’s words.

Tara smiled a wicked smiled as Willow came to the end of her smutty suggestions, “Ooh, Will, what a dirty mouth you have,” she groaned, squeezing her thighs together and enjoying the throb in her pussy.

“All the better for eating you with, baby” Willow purred down the line, “and we both know how much you like that don’t we?”

The writer gave a soft throaty laugh, not even trying to deny her lover’s comment, “Oh yeah, that talented tongue of yours, it should have a health warning printed on it.”

Willow smiled, remembering the previous evening, “Have you recovered from last night baby, I swear I thought my jaw was broke I was down on you for so long. But it was so worth it. You taste so good Tara, all sweet and salty at the same time. And you were so wet for me, I almost came just looking at you. I bet you’re wet as hell now baby, tell me how wet you are?”

Tara groaned and reached down into her sweat-pants with her free hand, she ran her fingers through her sodden sex, and rubbing lightly at her clit she let out a long moan, “Fuck, I’m soaking” she told her lover and she heard Willow groan at her words.

Willow’s hand had travelled under her skirt and she was lazily stroking herself as she listened to Tara’s pleasurable noises. “I wish I with you now baby, touching you, like I know how you’re touching yourself, kissing you, fucking you.” She heard Tara moan again and she shivered with frustration, “Tonight baby, I’m gonna give you so much lovin’, really make it up to you.”

Tara had thrown one leg up over the back of the sofa and her other was drawn up and bent at the knee, her fingers worked in long strokes slipping easily through the wetness, “I love Willow lovin’…ugh… God, Will, I’m almost coming.”

Willow was breathing hard, her eyes were closed as she listened to Tara and as she visualised her lover pleasuring herself her own hand rubbed hard between her legs. She wished she had worn stockings instead of tights, the nylon barrier frustrating her questing fingers. She removed her hand and reached behind to undo the button on her skirt, leaning slightly forward she fiddled with the little plastic disc and pushed it through the hole. She pulled down on the zipper and felt the waistband loosen.

“Don’t come baby, not yet, wait for me,” she breathed, “I want us to come together.”

“Hurry Will, I’m so fucking close,” Tara’s voice was urgent as it was expelled through gritted teeth. She had stilled her hand, but her fingers pressed hard on her clit, the pulse in her fingertips causing involuntary spasms in the little muscle.

The redhead brought her hand around and slid it down under the waistband of her skirt and worked it under her tights and into her panties. She groaned as her hips rose to meet her fingers.

A loud buzzing from the intercom made her jump and she dropped her cellphone, and she almost tipped her chair as she scrambled back into a sitting position.

“Willow, we have a problem in programming. The new data has crashed the Jones project, they need your help down there.”

It’s not the only down there that needs help!

Pulling herself together, Willow pressed the answer button, and taking a calming breath she told Buffy she would be there in a few minutes.

Willow heard a faint voice calling her name, “Oh, shit, Tara, hold on baby” she said loudly hoping that her voice carried to the phone on the floor.

She bent down to get the phone, and quickly brought it to her ear, “Sorry, Tara, I dropped the phone. Are you ok?” It was an inane question, and Willow knew it.

Tara laughed, “Am I ok? If you consider being left pre-orgasm and totally frustrated ok, then I guess I’m ok.”

“I’m so sorry I have to go work. The programme for the New York client has crashed, and they need me. Tonight, I’ll do anything you want to make up for it, but for now just tell me you’re not mad, frustrated yes, but not mad”

“I’m not mad sweetie, just very, very frustrated, and you will make it up to me, that you can be sure of,” Willow liked the sound of that, maybe Mistress would make an appearance tonight just to make sure.

“Oh, I’m very sure of that, anyway, what is it they say ‘Don’t get mad, get even.’ Bye baby,” she said smiling knowing that Tara would get her inflection.

“Bye lover.”

Tara’s reply ensured Willow knew what was to be expected later. Ending the call, the very frustrated writer let out a low groan and rearranged her lower limbs into a less wanton position. She lay on the sofa for a few minutes contemplating what form of penance Willow could do for leaving her so frustrated, and she was sure that her girlfriend would be thinking the very same thoughts.

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People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt

YAY.....Dibssssssss
Thanks for the update
OMG!! I have to say that was very wicked of you
faning off, cold showers all around
cant wait to see what tara has in mind for willow

Yay for update-y goodness... Willow is so gonna be punished...

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We few, we happy few. We band of buggered.

Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

*gasps* I have just lost all vocabulary words!!! That...was.....brillant. *5 minutes later*
Sooo, what does the lovely Ms. Maclay have in mind for Willow? I can only imagine. Please update.
*Nipple clamps*

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{Carpe Diem}

yowza.

Spicy talk is the one thing hotter than Tara's boobs. I mean c'mon, jaysus. there's steam coming from my computer screen.


good thing fics like this come with a warning. Kinda like should too. Heh. that made me snicker.

and last but not least: holy hell, woman!

can't wait for part two like...a lot.

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Lotus

Someone call the cops, cause all the quotes I was gonna quote have been robbed. By RACHEL! Seriously, Zooeys_Bridge said it all. Besides, I'm not certain that I even had any more words to describe how downright sexy children's-book-writer Tara is. Let's think about that. Children's book writer... Sensual, ravenous, potty-mouthed, delicious, naughty, tasty, fuckable children's book writer Tara. S'ok, I think I've made my point.

As for Will, how fun to have to make up for ANYTHING with Tara. I mean, c'mon. Really. Let's be honest, that's no chore.

Thanks for continuing! I think your smut courage has definitely been "plucked."

Thanks for the wonderful smut....
Not just the smut but the funny as well.
You had me laughing out loud a couple of times here and then when I stopped to think about Tara going from writing Teddy Bumkins to doing herself on the sofa I just had to laugh again...
Thank You... I needed both elements there today..






Buffy is a pain in the ass in all of you stories isn't she??


Writers Block is still very , very good!!
Rosemary

Just the thing for some singular Valentine's Day reading.
Tara switching from writing Teddy Bumkins to fingering her own honey pot.

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I can deny chicks in chainmail nothing.
Amberhol-from the land of sky blue waters.
No Mere Music Hall, This my novel available directly from rosestindog@gmail.com.

Part two is coming along nicely and with luck should be up on Sunday evening GMT, so until then replies to the lovely feedback and a thankyou to everyone who took time to read.

willow_tree82 – I hope the cold shower cooled you down, and be assured that Tara has a suitable payback in mind.


MsKittyB -

Quick recovery time there, you must be a fast worker


Zooeys_Bridge – I like the spicy talk, it’s quite cathartic at times, and total fun to just let all the inhibitions loose.


Katjetson – I called the cops, and they were too busy eating donuts and drinking coffee to make an arrest.

Point well made!


hondos - I’m glad you appreciate the humour in my fic, there’s nothing like sexy fun or fun sex. And yes, Buffy is a pain in the ass in both my fics, but a handy plot device nonetheless.


taralicious –

That made me laugh. I hope it was a nice little WTF moment. Hope you enjoy part two as well.

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People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt

Hope you all enjoy part two. Thanks again for the fabulous feedback and to all the lurkers thankyou for reading.


Title: Writer’s Block
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: NC-17. Sex, swearing and extra spicy talk!
Pairing: w/T
Disclaimer: AU. I don’t own Willow and Tara, don’t sue me, I own nothing.
Feedback: Silly question
Distribution: Pens, and if anyone else wants it, just ask.
Summary: This one won’t just be as kinky as the last one, but there is still an element of power and control given to one partner, totally consensual, of course. This is set at an earlier date from the first story, so the Mistress/pet relationship has been developing over a 4-5 month period, which is hopefully reflected in the level of intensity portrayed. Boundaries have been explored from both points of view, and our girls are comfortable with their roles at this point.




Web-cam Whoopee Part 2


Willow’s web-conference with her New York client had gone exceptionally well. The problems she had encountered earlier with the security project her team was developing for him had taken almost five hours to solve, but it was worth the eyestrain and the headache to be able to tell Charles Jones that his project was on schedule and would be finished by the end of the month.

When Charles, as he insisted Willow call him, told her he was happy to put more business her way the redhead had struggled to keep a professional slant on things. She had wanted to shout woo-hoo and race around her office, but she acted as if this kind of thing happened to her company everyday.

The best part though, and she couldn’t wait to tell Tara, was that he wanted her to oversee the installation of the software, and offered her an all expenses trip for her and her partner to New York as part of the deal.

Willow had told him she didn’t have a partner that the company belonged solely to her. When Charles had laughed, she felt embarrassed, until he said he knew that, but he meant her girlfriend should come to New York with her. Being upfront about her sexuality from the beginning of her business venture it was no surprise to her that he knew of Tara.

She was finishing up some paperwork relevant to the contract when she heard her computer give a bleep.

She ran her fingers through her short red hair and groaned at the thought of what could be coming through when she was so close to heading home to her love.

She hit a key to clear the screensaver, and opened the mail that had arrived on her desktop.

She felt a quiver of excitement run through her when she saw a photo of Tara decked out in a red basque, red silk panties, stockings and suspenders. In one hand hung a harness and the other brandished a dildo. The expression on her lover’s face was one of love with a side order of lust and need.

“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed to the empty office as another mail arrived. She opened it and read ‘Turn on your web-cam lover, it’s time for a little Mistress-pet conferencing’.

With a shaky hand Willow launched the web-cam software and connected with her Mistress. She put on the wifi headset and gasped as the screen filled with the image of her lover dressed just like in the photo she sent. She squinted at the screen but couldn’t quite make out what room she was transmitting from. Tara’s seat was lit from both sides and from just off centre at the back, and again Willow strained to make out the background. It could be anywhere, but she decided she didn’t care about the details when her very sexy girlfriend was dressed like that.

“Hey Lover, did you like the photo?” Tara asked already knowing the response.

“Yes, Mistress, I loved it.” Willow breathed heavily wondering what her Mistress had in mind. I hope the dildo is not just for show!

“Tell me pet, did you get your little problem solved?” Tara asked in a tone deeper than her usual voice.

“Yes Mistress, everything is ok now,” she replied knowing that her Mistress wouldn’t continue with their game if she knew her pet was still working on it.

“Oh, that’s good, but my little problem hasn’t been solved. You left me hanging pet, all wet and ready to come. You could say my programme crashed too.” I can’t wait to get it up and running again.

Willow saw the seductive smile on her lover’s face and waited patiently for her to continue, loving that Tara was in the mood to play Mistress.

“I think we should pick up where we left off earlier pet. Lets get you stripped lover, but keep your panties on” Tara said with authority, “and then take a seat.”

Willow swallowed hard, Tara’s words and tone working her libido making her nipples harden into tight ache and her pussy twitch in anticipation. Why panties on?


The blonde settled back in her seat and watched her pet remove her clothes. She licked her lips as Willows pale skin came into view as her white silk blouse was slowly unbuttoned. When the last button was undone her pet gave a shrug and the blouse slipped to the floor, “You’re beautiful pet, now remove your bra, let me see those perky tits,” Tara’s voice was breathy as she controlled her rampant desire.

With a tremble in her hands Willow unhooked her bra and crossing her hands in front of her she looped the straps over her fingers and took off her lacy bra to reveal pink nippled breasts to her Mistress. She felt them tighten further in the cool of her office and the ache between legs intensified.

“Mmm, pet, look at those tasty little treats, they’re good enough to eat, and I will later. Licking and nibbling, I could feast for hours.” Tara smacked her lips to emphasise her point.

The blonde watched the action on her screen through desire leaden eyes, she held tightly to the armrests on her chair, knuckles white as she fought the urge to plunge her hands into her lacy panties as she saw her pets body revealed bit by bit. As Willow’s skirt joined the blouse on the floor Tara raised an inquisitive brow, she wasn’t wearing stockings when she left home this morning, mmm?

“Pet, what happened to what you were wearing this morning?” Tara smirked at her pets ‘busted’ face. C’mon Will, get out of this one.

Willow looked down at her legs clad now in stockings rather than the pantyhose she left home in. Oh shit, forgot about these.

“Mistress?” she tried to bluff her way out feigning confusion over the context of Tara’s question. Think Willow, think…dammit brain work!

“The stockings pet, didn’t you put pantyhose on this morning?” Willow looked so cute just standing there topless and flustered that Tara almost dropped her Mistress persona, but she focused on the fact that they both had committed to this game, and even though tonight was all about the pleasure she understood that some of the time it was about regaining control or letting go of responsibilities and it was important for those times that the game be taken seriously, she coughed lightly, not only to suppress a laugh, but to re-focus her pet and elicit an answer.

“Yes Mistress, I ripped the crotch of my pantyhose and had to get a replacement” the now blushing pet explained.

“I see, you may keep the stockings on too pet, much much sexier, and you can tell me how you ripped the pantyhose later, you may sit now,” Tara said, her Mistress mantel fully back in place.

Willow sat on her chair and waited for further instructions.

“I want your legs wide open, why don’t you put them over the arm rests.”

As Willow placed hooked her legs over the armrests her crotch slid forward on the chair and the silk of her panties pressed up against her sodden core, she gasped as the cool silk made contact with her boiling heat. She groaned as her Mistress mimicked her position and her eyes widened as Tara’s pussy was presented to her in crotchless panties. Woo! This is new!


“What do think pet, a nice surprise isn’t it?” her hand moved down to finger the silky edges of her panties and she lightly teased her pussy with a fingertip. “Do you like how the silk frames my pussy? The feel of silk against me as I…what did you call it…click my mouse…you just love your geek speak don’t you pet,” she mused as her finger circled her clit, “I wonder what funny euphuism a writer would give it? Sharpening their pencil…oh no…too masculine…dipping into the inkwell?” she smiled as pushed her finger into her wet opening and gave a low moan, “that might work,” she smiled and removed her finger from her pussy to toy again with clit.

Willow’s hand crept towards her own sex as she was entranced by her Mistress’s movements and whimpers of pleasure.

“Stop! You don’t get to play, you get to watch,” Tara’s voice was stern but teasing, “it’s a pleasure punishment deal pet, I get the pleasure and you…well, you get the picture don’t you? Put your hands behind your head, and if they get the urge to wander I suggest you grip the back of the chair.”

Willow’s hand had pulled back at the first word spoken, and both now were placed behind her head. She glanced down at her body, she felt so open and exposed despite the stockings and panties and her pussy pulsed against the tightness of the silk, and although she couldn’t see she knew that her wetness had soaked through leaving a visible damp patch. Ah! That’s why panties on, naughty Mistress.

“Do you know what you’re going watch pet? Let me tell you, or better still,” she reached behind her “let me show you,” and with a lopsided smile she held up the dildo from the photo.

Willow shuddered and more wetness pooled beneath her. Her body stiffened in the chair when her Mistress took the dildo in both hands and teased herself with it, sliding its length along her wet cunt, coating it in her juices. I wanna be that dildo.

“Mmm…that feels sooo good, can you see how wet I am?” she held up the toy close to the camera. Ooh, yeah, you know how wet I am.

Willow licked her lips, “Yes Mistress, I can see your juices on the dildo,” she groaned, frustrated by the image in front of her.

“I can see yours too pet,” she said bringing the dildo back to her pussy, this time slipping the first inch into her slick channel, “your panties are fucking drenched already, your want and need marking the silk,” she groaned and pushed the faux cock in a little further lifting her hips to give her pet a better view.

Willow’s frustration grew exponentially, her own hips lifted from the chair and her hands left their place from behind her head and gripped tightly onto the back of her chair. Her green eyes closed despite the protests of her brain to keep them open. She gave a low moan as her pussy fluttered in response to the titillation on the screen.

Tara seen all of this and was pleased at the reaction she was evoking in her pet, “Open your eyes lover, you don’t want to miss this part,” a low growl accompanied her words as the dildo was withdrawn so that the tip rested just at her entrance.

The redhead’s body relaxed and she opened her eyes and re-focused on the screen. Mistress was waiting for her, open and ready. She zeroed in on Tara’s hand where it held the toy, her eyes taking in the image of her Mistress’s cunt, pink and shiny. She imagined the scent that would be now filling the room and her mouth watered at the remembered taste, sweet and musky and all for her. She took a deep breath and held it, her heart beating wildly as Tara pushed the dildo all the way in. She heard her Mistress verbalise her pleasure with a long moan. Willow released the air in her lungs with a deep groan, her fingers dug into the leather of the chair and she pulled her hips from the seat and bucked the air. You are so fucking sexy oh fuck I could come just watching you.

Tara knew that her lover’s frustration was going into overdrive, her own wasn’t too far behind. Willow was lost to her passion and Tara marvelled at the effect she was having on her pet. She could see the tendons at the top of her thighs taut with the strain of holding her ass off the seat as Willow’s hips rocked back and forth. Her own pussy contracted, little ripples of pleasure squeezing the dildo sheathed within her and bathed in her wetness. She shivered at the sensation and the toy moved slightly putting pressure on her aching clit.

“Ooh, I feel so full pet. Mmm…when I tighten my muscles I can feel every part of my cunt pressing on the cock, can you imagine how that feels, and I haven’t even started to fuck it in and out of me yet,” Tara’s voice sounded heavy, conveying the effort it took not to take things to their natural conclusion so fast.

Willow’s eyes went wide at the words coming through her headset, twitches and spasms in her pussy drove her crazy, and her Mistress’s voice raised the hair on the back of her neck.

“Keep watching pet, watch while I fuck myself,” she slid the dildo halfway out, “making up for what you denied me today. I was so close to coming this morning pet, your words made me so wet I was ready to explode,” she gasped sliding the toy home, “can you see how easy the dildo slides in pet, I think I’m getting even wetter than I was then.” Oh, fuck, I need to come soon, just watching Will is making me hotter.

The borders of Willow’s world narrowed, she only saw the dildo in her Mistress’s cunt, and the only sound was that of her lover’s voice. She felt more wetness leak from her as her Mistress fucked herself with the toy. She watched it slide in, the labia stretching to accommodate its girth, and she groaned at its slick wetness when it came back into view.

Tara felt the first tremors of her orgasm, a fluttering and rippling travelled the length of her channel and she fucked the dildo harder, her hips lifting higher from her chair, she felt her wetness trickle down between her ass cheeks tickling her anus and pooling on the leather below her. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was rictus of pleasure, the tendons in her neck stretched and she pulled air in greedy gasps. Her hand was a blur as she thrust the dildo into herself faster, the other pulled and nipped at her breast tweaking the nipple into a diamond hard point.

Her body convulsed as the orgasm soared and she was sure she was screaming, she pushed the dildo in hard and held it there, her hips grinding and circling pushing the plastic even harder. Her heart raced and her body flushed with colour as the air in her lungs was expelled in a series of gasps and moans. Incomprehensible sounds that signalled her peak, a point of pleasure that caused all reason to leave her to be replaced by noise and lights that clamoured within her ears and brain.

In her office Willow whimpered as she watched her Mistress come, her own orgasm was out of reach, the physical stimulation denied to her, but her emotions synched with those of her Mistress, and her actions mirrored those on the screen. She held her breath when her Mistress did, her hips rose and fell, she ground down and circled. She was totally enthralled by what she saw. Her Mistress was always beautiful, and even more so when she came, and despite her own need dripping from her Willow felt a satisfaction of a deeper kind knowing that what her Mistress gave was for her only and her heart filled with love for the gift she had been given. Mistress, you are a goddess! A sexy, hot, teasing fucking goddess!

Slowly Tara’s body returned to normal, her breathing less laboured and her pulse a little steadier. She looked down at herself, she groaned as the dildo was removed and a copious amount of wetness trickled out coating her thighs with musky scented slickness. Her legs ached now from the stretch of the armrests, but she was loathe to take away her pet’s view of her satiated cunt. I can see where you’re looking pet, and I won’t take it away yet.
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he screen in front of her showed her that her pet had thoroughly enjoyed the show. Willow looked flushed and out of breath, had she come too just from watching her Mistress, it certainly looked like it, but Tara wanted to make sure.

“That was such fun pet, did you enjoy it as much as I did?”

“I enjoyed it Mistress, but not as much as you did,” the redhead answered with a pout to let her Mistress know what she needed.

“Now that is a shame, but what a good pet you are to resist the temptation of touching yourself. Are you very frustrated pet? I bet you wish I was there to give you what you need. Would you like that? I could take you over your desk, fuck you hard from behind with the dildo that just fucked me. It’s still wet, warm and slippery from being inside me, think how hot it would be to make it slick with both our juices,” Tara smiled as she racked up the frustration in her pet.

“Oh, yes Mistress, I wish you were here, I’m so ready to be fucked,” her voice was constricted and almost a grunt as she fought to stay focused again. Understatement much?

“Stand up pet, turn off the web-cam and bend over your desk,” she saw the confusion on her pet’s face, a visual commentary to the myriad of questions that were running through her head.

She saw Willow stand on shaking legs, and her hand loomed large on the screen just before it winked out of existence.

Willow bent over her desk, her arms outstretched gripping the hard wooden edge and her mind still racing from the events of the evening and racing even further now that she was totally alone in her own office having assumed the position her Mistress asked of her.

A few minutes passed, and then her office door opened, a shaft of bright light cut through and came to a rest on the floor in front of her desk. A moment of panic gripped her and she looked up to see a curvy and instantly recognisable silhouette in the doorway. Huh?

“I hope I didn’t scare you pet, but I believe you need to be fucked” her tone held amusement and relief.

Tara sauntered over to her pet and stroked her hand down her back as she moved in behind her. She turned her hand and cupped Willow’s very wet centre feeling the slickness of her seep into her hand as she pressed hard against it. Her fingers moved massaging her pet’s clit and Willow pushed back into the touch. Ooh yeah, that feels soo fucking good.

“Sorry to keep you waiting pet, but I had to attach something so I could fulfil my plan,” she pressed the dildo now in its harness against her pet’s silk covered ass.

Willow groaned as she felt the hardness against her, and she spread her legs in readiness. Hurry, hurry!

The hand at her crotch moved away and Willow could hear a drawer opening and items being shuffled around as Tara searched through the contents.

A moment later Willow felt cold metal on the outside of her left thigh, and she shivered as it traced a cold line up to her hip “I think the panties are ruined pet, they’ll have to come off.”

She felt the rounded point of scissors slip under the scrap of lace at her hip, and then a snip as Tara cut through. The back of her panties fell away from her ass, and the scissors where moved to the other hip and the action repeated. The weight of the wet silk caused the now completely ruined panties to fall to the floor leaving her now only wearing the stockings she had bought earlier.

“I love your ass pet,” she dropped to her knees as she spoke, and Willow jumped as she felt a moist tongue travel over her muscular cheeks. Tara’s hands were at the backs of her thighs, rubbing and caressing the bare skin at her stocking tops, and as she licked her pet’s ass, her mouth watered from the scent of her pet’s pussy which was so close and oh so wet. She moved her face lower and inhaled her lover’s arousal, the musky aroma sending her senses wild. Her tongue darted into her pet’s opening and coated with wetness she swiped upwards and over her pet’s anus, stopping for the briefest of moments to tease it with the tip of her tongue. Her pet squirmed at the sensation and pushed back hoping for more of the same. Oh, fuck, Mistress that’s so fucking hot.

Tara’s own thoughts echoed her pets, and as she stood she allowed her finger to follow the path of her tongue, and she felt her pet’s rosebud twitch in anticipation hoping for penetration. Tara almost pressed forward, but she withdrew and a small whimper came from her pet. Not this time Will.

Tara stood and positioned herself behind her lover. She held the dildo in her hand and teased the entrance to Willow’s pussy with occasional touches on her hard clit.

Willows hips were moving following the maddening motion of the toy. She felt the length of it slide along her pussy as her Mistress placed her hand her mound and used her fingers to pull and tease at her clit. Inside, I need you inside.

Willow’s frustration levels were peaking again, higher than ever.

“Mistress” she pleaded not caring that she had spoke out of turn.

The dildo was pushed home with a groan and she felt her Mistress’s weight against her back.

“Not Mistress, Tara,” she pulled out, “I love you Will,” and she began a deep but slow ride rocking into her lover’s pussy.

“Oh, fuck, I love you too baby.”

The end.

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Great smutty update-y goodness... Willow's really did deserved her punisment... Liked the ending... Good to see that Tara hasn't gone all butch Dominatrix...

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Oh my stars and Tara's garters, that was some smutty goodness to distract me from yet another icestorm outside.
Very sweet the way Tara changed personas at the end; the dominatrix to bring both of them to orgasm and the nurturing Tara to cuddle Willow afterwards.

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Sunday funday! So many of my faves were updated today and I'm kinda swimmin' in thrills. I agree with the (I guess you'd call it) sweet ending. I love it when Tara calls Willow "Will." You know, in between ordering her "pet" around... Hot diggity! I'm super psyched I nipple-clamped you into submission to write more. It was really fun to go off the beaten path with QSMs with this story. Damn, it got squishy in here.

Hey all, thanks again for the feedback and thanks to all of you who do the hit and run thing.

I thought I better do some replies before this falls off the first page and I forget about it. Honestly, it not just an excuse to get more readers, but hey, if that happens I'm not going to complain That doesn't mean I'm not going to add to it, but it could be a while. I think I literally have got writer's block on this one. Maybe I'm not kinky enough!

The second part was much harder to write that I thought it would be, it changed so many times and if I'm honest I wasn't entirely happy with the finished product, but I couldn't fiddle with it anymore or I think I would still be playing with it (that didn't sound so dirty in my head!)

Zampsa1975 - Willow's punishment did fit the crime(I hope), but Tara loves her so much that that she was never going to leave her to suffer for long.

taralicious - I'm glad you appreciated the change at the end. I wanted 'Tara' at the end, it made more sense given that this was early in their extra-ciricular love life.

katjetson -

I'm flattered that this was one of them.

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Stories like these are why the emoticon was invented.Speech failure
Holy moly that was frickin brilliant and oh so very GGRROOWWLL!!!
The is one thing that I just really didn't like about this story...
The part where it says the end...

Wow two fantastic updates on two wonderful stories...
Really this is a smut classic..
I will more then likely read it many many times.
Thanks so much for this.LOL
Rosemary

WOW... wow...wow...wow...wowee! That was sooo..so..so.. Damn I think there's a word in the dictionary to sum up the sexy-ness of this story
I loved the ending. B-E-A-utiful Loved it!
Damn.. we cant shout nipple-clamps anymore.

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Paint the Sky: Great fic, it is so FUCKING HOT, PLEASE, PLEASE say there will be more of this fantastic fic. I ABSOLUTELY LOVED the last part and the end when Tara surprises Willow in her office and just takes her is just, WOW there really is no other way to explain it just WOW, I really hope that we get something even smuttier out of you really soon, Please. I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf

More feedback, yay, and the view count has gone up so more smut loving shy kittens have spent a little time here too!! Thanks to you all.

hondos - 10 shocks, 9 drools, 9 thuds, 6 claps, 4 grins, and 9 flowers. I'm sorry but you have went over your emoticon allocation for the month and may not requisition anymore until the March 1st.



It's just the end of that story. I will add to it, promise. I've been mentally playing around with another little kinky interlude but it might take some time to flesh this one out.

That is a really nice comment, thank you.


MsKittyB - glad you liked the ending, I wanted to go for a softer finish on this one, and it has been metioned a few times so I guess I picked the right ending for it. Thanks for reading, and keep saying nipple clamps, they're the magic words you know


Lonewolf22 -

Yes, there will be more, I just don't know when. I really want to get QSM finished first as that one is turning out to be more complicated and much longer than I had planned for.

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YEAH!!!! there will be more smutty goodness. I'm a sucker for the smut and the romance.

And the crowd still cheers "Nipple Clamps!" lol.
Hooray the'll be more !!

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Hello smut monkeys, I found my muse again on this one. Here's Part One, hope you enjoy it. I know it's short, but it's just the build up, the foreplay, the tease to get you all in the mood for Part Two.

Title: Writer’s Block
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: NC-17. Sex, swearing and extra spicy talk!
Pairing: w/T
Disclaimer: AU. I don’t own Willow and Tara, don’t sue me, I own nothing.
Feedback: Silly question
Distribution: Pens, and if anyone else wants it, just ask.
Summary: Outdoor loving on the way back from the beach. Naughty Willow takes Tara for a ride in the rain. Slightly kinky in that there is the risk of being seen, but it’s far from exhibitionism.


It’s Not Just the Rain that Makes You Wet – Part One

The tarmac was slick with run-off and the rain pelted down beating a tattoo on the roof of the red SUV that had pulled over to the side of the road. It was one of those heavy summer showers that come out of no-where, hit you on the blindside and move off leaving steam in its wake. But this one was hanging on, and a storm threatened to join in the meteorological fun.

“One, two, three, paper.”

“One, two, three, stone.”

It was a child’s game, or a childish game, but the stakes were high and both knew the outcome of best of three would define their comfort for the rest of the journey.

Again.

“One, two three, scissors.”
“One, two, three, stone.”

One game all. Honours even.

Blue and green eyes were locked together, combat about to be joined for the last time. Closed fists were at the ready, waiting for the silent signal to begin the count.

Neither flinched knowing the importance of the decider.

“One, two, three, scissors.”

“One, two, three, paper.”

Green eyes closed in defeat, the challenge lost and now the price had to be paid.

Willow opened the door slightly and looked back at her lover hoping for a change of heart, a hint of sympathy, something that told her that Tara would sacrifice her own comfort for that of her lover.

“Uh-huh, Will, you lose fair and square, and those puppy dog eyes aren’t going to sway me. See this,” she said pointing at her own face, “Recognise it?”

“Resolve face,” she pouted, “dammit, I knew you’d pick up bad habits living with me. Ok, but I get treats when we get home,” she opened the door knowing there was no hope of a reprieve.

A quick scout round and she saw that the rear tyre on the driver’s side was as flat as a funny shaped pancake.

“Stupid tyre,” she growled giving it a kick with a sneekered toe, “ow, ow, stupid sneekers,” she winced as she hopped around to the rear door.

The rain was falling even harder as the redhead made her way to the trunk. Her vest top and shorts quickly became soaked through, the thin cotton no defence against the deluge.

She pulled the spare tyre from its housing and took a slippery hold of the rim and eased it to the ground. She rolled it to the flat they’d picked up leaving the carpark at the beach.

Tara had barely pulled onto the highway when she felt the car pull to one side and they both heard the thumpity thump as flat rubber made contact with asphalt.

The blonde had pulled over to the side of road and safely parked, and then they began their debate as to who would brave the elements to change the tyre. There had been cajoling from both sides, flattery, threats and even promises of sexual pleasure beyond what either of them had experienced before.

With the rain getting heavier and lack of suitable clothing neither girl wanted to give in no matter what was promised. There had been only one solution that they had both agreed on, rock paper, scissors, and Willow now wished she had suggested another game as she fetched the tyre iron and the jack while glaring at Tara who watched with amusement in rear-view mirror.

“We should’ve played guess the square root, or who had the reddest hair, or…or if it’s on your side you fix it” she shouted into the interior where Tara sat warm and dry

She saw Tara’s shoulder shake with laughter before she slammed down the back door and stomped back to the side of the car.

Tara watched her in the side mirror now, and as Willow loosened the nuts before putting the jack under the car, the bedraggled sight of her lover pulled at her conscience and she opened her door and stepped out into the downpour.

The force of the rain took her breath away as she went to Willow’s aide. “Let me help sweetie,” she said as she took the jack handle from her and began to pump the lever to raise the car.

Willow rewarded her with a bright smile than was incongruous with her appearance, “Couldn’t resist getting wet with me, huh?”

Crouched over the jack handle Tara glanced up and gave her girlfriend a lop-sided smile, “This kinda wet I could do without,” she said as she pumped again feeling resistance as the car lifted off the road.

Willow stretched, her face upturned, pushing her hands slowing up through the raindrops savouring the splishity splash on her tongue as she opened her mouth and let the water collect there.

The car had raised enough for Tara to straighten up, rubbing at the palm of her hand to relieve the ache the pressure of the jack handle had instilled in it.
“What are you doing Will?” she laughed as she saw her girlfriend doing some sort of weird rain dance.

Willow’s stretch had evolved into a hip shimmy and each hand was alternately pushed into the air. Now she knew she had Tara’s attention, the water in her mouth was then squirted in the air, not unlike water from a whale’s blow hole, and allowed to cascade back down over her face.

“Well, I don’t know if what I’m doing actually has a name, but I decided that since I’m out in the rain I may as well enjoy it,” she said turning her face upward again, “try it, it’s fun,” she gurgled.

Tara hunkered down to unscrew the nuts that held on the tyre, “You’re crazy, you know that right?” she said as she wiped very wet hair off her forehead.

“Not crazy, quirky, remember, baby. We decided I was quirky, c’mon, dance with me?” Willow sing-songed as she danced around her lover.

“Help me change the tyre and I’ll think about it,” she shouted at the crazy dancer and she tugged the wheel to loosen it. Her grip was slippery against the rubber and she held it tighter and with one last pull the tyre came away so sudden that Tara fell backwards, her ass hitting the ground with a splash.

Willow stopped her dancing and began laughing as Tara lay on the wet ground flailing around with a large tyre resting on her tummy. The blonde glared at her antics, “Will, stop goofing around and help me.” Tara’s tone left Willow in no doubt that playtime was over and she bent over to lift the tyre away and help her girlfriend to her feet.

“Sorry, baby, you’re not hurt are ya? Your beautiful ass hit the ground hard, maybe I should kiss it better?” she teased, her hand creeping around to lightly rub her lover’s sodden derriere.

“Maybe I should spank yours?” Tara countered with a narrow eyed look to her lover, who grinned like a Cheshire Cat at the thought of it. The blonde watched as Willow went a little spacey and she felt the hand on her butt rub a little harder. Tara knew that look well, her naughty minded Willow was playing out some fantasy in there, and the far-away look in her eyes was also clouded with desire. It wasn’t something that had ever come up before, except in playful banter, but maybe it was time to give it more consideration if the look on Willows face was anything to go by.

Slowly Willow came back to reality, and she gave Tara a small embarrassed grin, she knew that her lover could read her like a book, “Would you?” she asked nervously her hand still now on her girlfriends ass and her free one wiping wet hair off her forehead.

“Only if you’d been really naughty, have you been naughty enough though, that’s the question” she mused, quirking her lips into a teasing half smile.

“I’m seldom naughty, but I know how to be bad,” the redhead countered as she moved behind Tara and moving soaking wet hair from her lover’s neck, she brought her mouth close and licked along rain soaked skin with a broad flat tongue, “wanna be bad?” she growled into Tara’s ear.

It always amazed them both how they could go from teasing to arousal so quickly. It only took a touch, sometimes it only took words or a look and they wanted each other with an aching need. It hadn’t diminished over the years, if anything it was more intense. Neither of them could fathom it, and as Tara felt herself respond to Willow’s words she didn’t care what the reason was, she just knew that it happened.

Tara shivered as Willow’s hand wormed its way under her top and moved over her stomach and up to her breast. An already stiff nipple tingling from the cold of the rain became deliciously painful as her lover teased and pulled it, and Tara’s knees almost buckled as Willow’s other hand slipped into her shorts and sought out her now throbbing clit.

Experienced fingers toyed with her, skimming the surface of hot skin that was now as slick as the blacktop. She watched the cars go by on the highway and hoped that no-one could see what her naughty girlfriend was doing to her. She flushed at the thought of it, exhibitionism wasn’t something she felt the need to indulge in, yet Willow’s fingers were lowering her inhibitions by the second. She bucked her hips, pushing herself against Willow’s teasing hand.

“Oh yeah, you wanna be bad,” said Willow as she applied pressure to Tara’s clit and pinched her nipple.

“Fuck, Will, oh shit, we have to stop, this is crazy, someone will see,” her hips kept moving belying her words.

Willow had pressed herself against Tara’s back, her hips grinding into her lover’s ass, “Do you really want me stop Tara? Is that why you're riding my fingers?” she growled the words into Tara’s ear. “Move over to the car baby, put your hands against it,” a nudge of her hips pushed her girlfriend in the right direction.

Tara stood at arms length from the car, her hands flat against the metal just above the driver’s door. She felt a light kick at the inside of her ankles as Willow told her to ‘spread-em, and assume the position’.

It was still raining, but that didn’t matter anymore, on the side of the highway with cars whizzing past Willow’s hands were working her body, pushing and grinding her to the point of no return. She bent her head down between her open arms and watched the movement of her lover’s hand in her shorts. Tara’s hips matched the rhythm of the fingers that had now slipped inside her. She pushed her clit against the heel of Willows hand that was tight and snug in the confines of her shorts.

Tara was beyond words, the only sounds she made were small grunts and moans as Willow dirty talked her to orgasm.

“You’re so fucking hot baby, letting me fuck you here where someone could see, trusting me stop if that should happen. How would that feel Tara, if I had to stop now? Would you scream in frustration, beg me to keep going? What if I wanted you naked Tara? Would you let me strip you here on the highway? Would you safeword? How far would you let me go before Mistress appeared and spanked my naughty ass?
Is this enough to earn a red ass? Taking you here, risking discovery, dominating my Mistress?”

“Oh fuck, yes pet, fuck your Mistress hard, make me come and I’ll spank your ass till it’s as red as your hair,” Tara screamed as her cunt contracted around Willow’s fingers. She raised her face up and felt the rain beat on it as her climax ripped through her, she gasped for breath as her open mouth took in water as Willow fucked her relentlessly pulling out every last spasm from her gushing pussy.

Willow had heard her Mistress’ promise and her own pussy clenched in response as her mind played out a scene where she was over Tara’s lap and her ass was a rosy pink and tingling with heat from the blows that rained down on it.

TBC

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Yay for smutty goodness...

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Holy mother of...whatever great god there is!!
That was just WOW
Fucking in the rain... Now that sounds like something eveyone should experience. I really loved how you described the feel of the rain. You made it sound very real, I could almost feel myself getting chills when Willow got out of the car....among other much nicer feelings later on in the chapter
Keep up the good work....Can't wait for the spanking

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Natalie

Holy Wow! That was hot and a very interesting setting. I wish I had those type of experiences when I have those dreaded flats. And ooh yes, bring back Mistress, please?


Wimpy

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Restlessness ~ Quickies - The Lovers, The Dreamers & Me

"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

PTS! Check you out, giving your writer's block a swift kick in the booty! I love your little sidestep into this deliciously naughty world.

{quote]"Taking you here, risking discovery, dominating my Mistress?” [/quote]

Someone here is just asking for a spanking, isn't she? I love it. Willow being bad and pushing buttons hoping to get some sweet punishment of her own. How I implore you to return to that Mistress-y world.

I loved the little things in here -- Tara feeling bad for her wet, muttering Will, her ass hitting the ground with a splash, Willow's Xander-esque Snoopy dance... As always, many thanks for the fun time here.

Whee!

Addled brain! -get's myself together-

If this is what writers block does to you, you will hear NO kind of complain from this kitten here! The previous updates, sweet but yet hot'n spicy, love it! I've never been much for domination but then again, seeing Tara like that, all mistress..

Now for this update, awesome! Definetely wet! (pun very much intended) Some redhead looking out for a bit of huh? Beside that, I really loved the image of Willow being all goofy in the rain, very sweet! And I loved this part very much as well:

This is just Willow in a nutshell!

Very much looking forward to updates!

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Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
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Now that is a service that AAA only wishes they provided.
That puts me in the mind for a new revival of the Golden Age of Hollywood Musicals: Fucking in the Rain.
Willow and Tara twirling tire irons while they rode each other's fingers to ecstasy.

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Paint the Sky: Great update, I know you said that this just the tease but man what a tease, I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE SECOND PART, this was just SOOOOOOOOOO FREAKIN' HOT, the way that Willow just took control of Tara was just awesome, and I REALLY, REALLY LOVE the update before this one, you could just feel Willow's frustration, and the way that Tara teased her at her desk was just amazing, I was hoping that Tara would take it further, but there is always next time (Hint, Hint). I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

Ooh, yummy There's just something about the rain pounding down, and I don't just mean the inevitability of wet, clingy clothes. Just imagining Willow and Tara there on the roadside, with sheets of rain all around them - it's a striking contrast, they're out in the open - with the elements literally pouring down all over them - and yet the image of the rain around them has kind of a hint of isolation, with sight muted by the storm and sounds dulled by the noise, as though the rest of the world is behind the veil of raindrops. It makes it very easy to imagine them giving in to their urges, in spite of their exposed location. And I also really liked how this scene came out of nowhere - they didn't set out to be sexy, or even really to tease, since at first they're engaged in a completely mundane task. Not even 'let's go in the rain together', they're duelling it out in rock-paper-scissors to see which of them doesn't have to go out. And yet, bare minutes later, they're both out there, getting all hot and bothered together. As well as being very sexy, it's really sweet how easily they turn each other on, without meaning to at all.

And skipping back a bit, I loved Webcam Whoopee too - especially the twist of Tara being right there, surprising Willow, that was delicious!

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