Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Fuck me B! Fuck my little ass hole!" Faith moaned shamelessly while thrusting her ass back against the dildo pounding her most intimate hole, "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhh, bang my tight little Slayer butt! Bang it hard and make it yours! Make me your butt bitch! Ooooooh fuckkkkkk, make me cum again like a little bitch with a dick in my ass! Oooooohhhhhh Gooooooodddddddd, fuck me Buffy!"
Buffy obliged, because how could she not? Faith's ass was made for fucking. It just had the perfect amount of jiggle as her thighs smacked against it. And the hole, oh the hole was just so tight, and just so beautiful when it was wrapped around a cock. And Faith just looked so sexy and submissive bent over in front of her like the little bitch she was born to be. The butt bitch. More importantly, Buffy's butt bitch.
Oh yes, for all Faith's tough talk she was obviously meant to be the bottom of their relationship, and Buffy was ashamed she hadn't realised it before. Although she would make up for it now, as she planned to do this forever. And not just some gentle screwing, but a hard butt pounding which would make Faith whimper and cum like the little bitch she was, which was exactly what Buffy was doing now.
Or at least, she thought she was, as suddenly an increasingly annoyed voice exclaimed, "Miss Summers? Miss Summers? Miss Summers!"
"What?" Buffy exclaimed, before blushing as she realised where she was.
Her teacher scowled at her, "That's the third time today I've caught you daydreaming in class. If you keep this up how do you expect to graduate?"
Which prompted some laughter from her fellow classmates, causing Buffy to blush furiously and apologise, "I'm sorry... I..."
Just then the bell went and the teacher sighed, "You should apologise to yourself, it's your own time you're wasting."
"Yeah... I'll do that." Buffy blushed softly, slowly packing up her things and hanging back before asking the teacher, "Can I have my phone back now?"
The teacher sighed, considered keeping the phone until the end of the day, but not wanting to have another thing to deal with after-school, so instead she just handed the device back to her, "Try and do better the rest of the day."
"I will, thanks." Buffy quickly grabbed the phone and almost literally ran into one of the last people she wanted to see right now.
"Buffy, are you okay?" Willow asked softly.
"I'm fine Will." Buffy blushed, quickly dodging past her friend and starting to walk down the corridor.
"You don't seem fine." Willow grumbled while struggling to follow her friend, calling out to her softly as she could, "Is it a Slayer thing? An Angel thing? A Faith thing?"
Buffy tried to ignore her friend, but that last thing had her turning around and frowning, "Why would it be a Faith thing?"
"I don't know..." Willow hesitated nervously, before pointing out, "It's just... you've been hanging out a lot lately, and maybe she did or said something. I mean she's not exactly... well, she can be a bit... you know?"
There was a brief pause and then as firmly but nicely as she could Buffy told her friend, "Will, seriously, everything is fine. I just need to be alone right now, okay?"
"Okay?" Willow said softly, before insisting, "But I'm here if you need me, okay?"
"Okay." Buffy mumbled, quickly leaving this conversation.
Ironically Buffy was bursting with things to tell Willow, but every time she tried she chickened out given how massively things had changed for her lately. That Angel, and boys in general, were in her rear-view mirror, because she couldn't stop thinking about Faith, who she'd been having sex with for weeks now, and even though they weren't officially using labels because Faith 'wasn't the commitment type' Buffy wanted them to be official.
For Faith to be her girlfriend. For Faith to be hers. Which was why it had felt like things had been great with Faith, but something had been missing. Or at least, that's what Buffy had thought. Although maybe it was a combination of that, and the fact that if she was honest with herself while switching was fine she preferred to be the one in control.
That was the main reason why Buffy couldn't stop thinking about last night, because it had just been so perfect. She was in total control, and Faith had been hers, and not just her girlfriend, which Buffy had loved. Oh yes, Faith didn't seem like the girlfriend type, but she was definitely a bitch. Bad ass bitch? Sure, and sometimes a bitchy bitch, but mostly, Faith was a submissive little butt bitch with an ass made for fucking.
It was the purpose of Faith's existence, but clearly one butt fucking hadn't been enough to make the stubborn Slayer realise that. And surely only another Slayer could save Faith from herself, and show her what she was always meant to be?
God, Buffy needed a cold shower. The inside of her head sounded like bad porn. Or she needed to tell Willow about it, because Buffy was sure if she said it out loud she would realise just how ridiculous she was being, but she couldn't possibly tell Willow that she had butt fucked Faith, could she? No, and she didn't want to be caught sneaking into the locker rooms for a cold shower.
So that left her with one option, sneaking to the girls bathroom and indulge in some of her fantasies. Again. Because admittedly that was all Buffy had done during second period, but it just hadn't been enough. She needed more. So she sneaked into the bathroom furthest away from the lunch hall, waited until everyone had left, and then locked herself in one of the stalls.
The first thing she did was to open her phone, thank God for screen locks, and open up the picture she had been staring at in class before the phone had been confiscated, which was of course the picture she had taken right after popping Faith's anal cherry. The one which showed Faith's ass hole gaping wide open, something so disgusting and obscene Buffy would have probably broken her phone if she found it there yesterday, but this was different.
It was proof of her dominance over her fellow Slayer. Her ownership of Faith's most private hole. And honestly, some perverted part of Buffy's mind was now finding it hot and sexy, which she couldn't quite explain, other than now she was actually indulging in this side of herself Buffy was finding just how twisted she really was.
For a few long seconds Buffy just stared at that picture, her free hand already in her ruined panties ready to frantically finger herself she had done throughout that second period while imagining herself sodomising the other Slayer. But that just hadn't been enough to satisfy her, and against her better judgement she found herself switching to contacts and lingering her finger over Faith's name.
But she couldn't, could she? The best thing for both of them was surely some space so they could figure out if this was something they really wanted. Or at least, Buffy should give Faith that chance. Because while she was still disgusted with herself for it, and even trying to convince herself otherwise, deep down Buffy knew what she wanted. Yes, she shouldn't be calling Faith right now... and yet, she just couldn't resist.
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Faith had so desperately wanted to punch B in her smug face, but she was physically and emotionally wrecked from what had happened to her, and she didn't trust her body last night. So instead she had done the only thing she could do, go get a drink. Unfortunately in a second rate town like Sunnydale there wasn't any bars open this late which weren't crawling with Demons, and again as much as Faith would have liked a fight she was in no mental or physical state for it.
So she broke into a convenience store, stole a couple of bottles of booze and drank half of them before heading back. Thankfully Buffy had gone by then, leaving Faith to drown her sorrows in peace. Which wasn't easy, considering she literally couldn't sit on her ass, and instead had to constantly stand or lie on her stomach.
While she was tremendously relieved Buffy wasn't there when she got back to her shitty room Faith was furious to find she had left her a present, namely the strap-on she had used on her, sitting in the centre of the bed is a reminder of what she had done to her. As soon as she saw it Faith let out a loud and angry cry of frustration, and smacked the sex toy across the room.
She then just left it laying there, constantly looking at it while trying and failing to get some sleep, Faith's mind replaying the unbearable humiliation she had gone through in this room over and over again. Which convinced her to get a new room when morning finally came, but when it did she found she was just getting off to sleep. Then she was awoken by a familiar ringtone. Initially Faith tried to ignore it, but she just couldn't resist.
"Hey." Faith said awkwardly.
"Hey." Buffy said awkwardly back.
There was a long and awkward silence and then Faith grumbled, "What do ya want B? I got things to do you know?"
"Like what?" Buffy quipped automatically, before quickly adding, "I'm sorry, it's just... I just, erm, how are you?"
Faith thought about her aching ass, blushed, and then lied, "I'm 5 by 5."
"Really?" Buffy bit her lip, "You're not..."
"Not what B?" Faith huffed.
"Mad at me?" Buffy asked softly.
"Why would I be mad?" Faith grumbled sarcastically.
"I don't know... because I popped your anal cherry?" Buffy softly pointed out, and then after a few long seconds of silence softly asked, "Faith?"
For those seconds Faith had been blushing furiously, and horrified into silence, then she practically spat, "Why did ya call me B? Just to rub it in?"
"No! I just..." Buffy hesitated, before confessing without really thinking it through, "I just can't stop thinking about it. You bent over in front of me. Your ass hole stretching around that strap-on. Inch after inch after inch disappearing into your tight little butt, until my thighs were pressed against your cheeks. And the way the jiggled for me as I fucked you. The sound our bodies made as we screwed like that. How hard you came. Mmmmm, oh God Faith, it was so... fuck."
There was another pause, albeit not brief or silent as Faith just lay there dumbstruck, unable to believe this was actually happening. The lust in Buffy's voice, oh God, she had never sounded so good, or so horny, and that was saying a lot considering how they'd spent the last few weeks. But there was more, namely the way Buffy was breathing, and the sounds in the background, both of which was telling.
Then when there was the fact that there was only supposed to be one Slayer, so they had this intense bond, and in that moment Faith swore she could sense exactly what the other Slayer was doing, and it wasn't a mystery what was causing it, which was beyond embarrassing and humiliating for her. Almost to the level it was last night.
