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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2020-07-22 10:07 am
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Booker/Andy, Pillowhumping
(Anonymous) 2020-09-07 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)Booker knew, when he saw the new pillow that had been left on his bed at the safe house, who had left it there and what she expected him to do with it.
Andy had walked in on him decades ago, a moment that would still fill him with shame except for all the pleasure that it had brought him over the years. She had come home early, only to find Booker with his shirt rucked up and his pants pulled down, rubbing his cock frantically against one of the pillows, and he was so humiliated to have her see him like that that he simultaneously flushed beet red and spilled all over the pillowcase.
She had slipped silently out and he had thought that that would be the end of it, that they would both just pretend it had never happened. And then a few weeks later, there had been a little throw pillow among his clothes that definitely had not been there before, and despite himself he had to admit that it looked like the perfect size and shape to slide under his hips.
That was the beginning of this little game, in which she would find him interestingly shaped or textured pillows to defile. She had never asked why he liked getting off like this, had never even questioned it. Sometimes she just left the pillows for him to enjoy on his own, but other times she would come back and watch. He loved those times, loved to hear her describe what he looked like humping the cushion she had gotten him, loved when she would occasionally let him get her off afterwards.
This pillow was particularly pretty, he thought, running his fingers over it. It was a midnight blue silk, soft to the touch, with a raised pattern in purple velvet, and he was already half-hard imagining what those velvet ridges would feel like against his cock.
He unzipped his jeans, pulled his length out, rubbed the tip against the silk at first, just to tease, then slid it up over part of the embossed velvet and stifled a groan. She knew just what he needed, he thought, and he adjusted the pillow underneath him so that he could fuck it properly.
By the time she came in, he had a nice rhythm going and the center of the pillow was already tacky with precome. “What a beautiful sight,” she praised, and he whimpered, his cock stuttering against the silk. “That’s a nice one, isn’t it? I thought it might feel particularly good to rub against.”
He groaned, turning his head to look at her, and she was leaning casually against the wall as if this wasn’t even affecting her. “I love how this makes you so desperate,” she confessed. “You know, most guys, they want to stick their dick inside someone, come inside a slick cunt or a tight ass or a warm mouth, but you just want to rub off against a bit of fabric.”
He knew that it sounded pathetic at some level, when she described it like that, but she never made him feel like she was judging him for it. It was just a part of him, a part that she supported like all the others. “Feels so fucking good, boss,” he told her, his hips jerking faster against the pillow. He could never last long after she came in and started talking to him, and this cushion was one of his favourites that she had bought him, he almost felt sorry that he was about to ruin it.
“Mm, does it? Are you going to stain that pretty silk for me, darling?” She asked, reaching down to touch him finally, stroking her fingers through his hair, and he nodded frantically, his hips jerking hard against the pillow.
“Yes boss,” he said obediently, taking his cock in hand so that she could have a better view and rubbing the head over the velvet ridges and against the smooth silk, once, twice. “So gorgeous, so good for me,” she praised, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he ground his hips down, hard against the pillow and then he was coming against it in long thick spurts, continuing to hump it until he was completely spent.
He rolled over with a groan, smiling up at her, and she laughed and bent down for a kiss. “I knew as soon as I saw that one that you would like it,” she teased. “Don’t worry, I bought three more in different colours.”
Re: Booker/Andy, Pillowhumping
(Anonymous) 2020-09-07 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Booker/Andy, Pillowhumping
(Anonymous) 2020-09-07 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Booker/Andy, Pillowhumping
(Anonymous) 2020-09-07 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Booker/Andy, Pillowhumping
(Anonymous) 2020-09-09 04:03 am (UTC)(link)