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“Oh, come in.” Pipe Bomb stuttered, stepping aside.

You retired your coat to a designated hook. You followed the man to his living room.

Sparse light from the late afternoon filtered in through the curtains. The atmosphere was warm, comfortable by the tranquil, pinkish light. Delicate flames danced on their wicks, filling the room with the sweet aroma of vanilla. You sunk into his couch. He placed a cup of Chamomile onto the table before you. You brought the warm, steaming liquid to your lips, sipping with gratitude.

“Thank you, Pipe Bomb.” You flashed him a crescent smile.

“Anytime really! It wasn’t a big deal at-at all!” Pipe Bomb’s nerves prickled, made apparent by the twiddle of his thumbs and aversion to eye contact. You found it adorable.

“Thank you for coming over, it’s been such a- uhm-“ Oh god! Pipe Bomb don’t say that! He thought. His anxiety began to climb.

“Say, why don’t you come sit down?” Without a word, Pipe Bomb plopped down beside you. His anxiety was all the more evident up close, the persistent pick at skin and the rapid dart of his eyes. God, this man was a virgin. You thought.

“You’re cute, you know that, Pipe Bomb?” You bit the bullet, meeting his thigh. He jolted, then settled.

“Really-?” He sounded almost, hopeful.

“Oh yeah, you’re adorable…” You caressed his lap. Instantly, Pipe Bomb felt himself begin to harden.

You and Pipe Bomb were long time close friends, you met inevitably through the S*n and began a messy entanglement of “benefits.” You constantly teetered on line, between friends and lovers. Every time you did- “play around,” you’d always fall into familiar roles. You were always the “mommy,” while Pipe Bomb was always your sub. Tonight was no exception.

“Ah, thank you.” He said, meek and blushing.

“I- I think you’re cute too.” He admitted, stealing a glance at you before sheltering from eye contact in the foreground.

“Awww, really baby?” Your hand slithered between his thigh, massaging it lightly.

“Y-yes.” His cheeks were lit aflame. He instinctively spread his legs, a wordless plea. Silently, his slit defined, exuding slick down beneath him.

“Oh, what’s this-?” You feigned innocence, sending electricity coursing through Pipe Bomb’s veins as your hand snuck between his legs.

“All this, for me?” A finger plunged inside, met with a heavenly soaking warmth.

“A-ah! All for you, m-mommy…” Pipe Bomb quickly slid into his role. His tentacle began to rapidly unfurl. It unsheathed from his body, revealing its tremendous length. It writhed in the air, drawing aimless circles. It dripped slick and pre-cum onto the carpet below in an obscene mess.

“Oh! That’s very, very bad, Pipe Bomb.” Pipe Bomb could already burst from the excitement.

“I’m sorry, mommy… I can’t help it, please-" He pled, embarrassment boiling beneath his cheeks.

“Bad sluts like you get exactly what they deserve…” Pipe Bomb gasped as you threw him over your lap. His tentacle swirled against your thighs, leaving them soaking.

“Ah- I’m sorry!” He squeaked.

“Too late, now, can you your mommy a favor a count how many times I spank your ass?”

“Oh-okay…” Pipe Bomb balled his hands into fists and slam shut his eyes, bracing himself for your abuse.

Your hand coiled back, before delivering a painful spank to Pipe Bomb’s underside.

“Ah, o-one…” Pipe Bomb’s tentacle squirmed on your lap.

“Very good…” You retracted your hand once again.

“Two! Mommy!” Pipe Bomb’s poor body tensed. His vacant tentacle began to throb with pain.

“Mmm, three…” Dew-drop tears welled in Pipe Bomb’s eyes.

“F-four!”

“Five! Ah-” The pain grew to be too much to bear, Pipe Bomb began to hump against your lap, pathetically mewling and whimpering little apologies. You wrangled him still.

“Fucking pathetic.” Spit jetted out from your lips, ruining his backside.

“Of course a slut like you’d enjoy being spanked by me. Look at you, fucking against me like a sad dog…”

“S-Six!” His wriggling tentacle wormed against you.

“Oh god! Seven.” Pipe Bomb felt so humiliated, he was so turned on. Pipe Bomb felt a familiar sensation begin to build.

“Eh-Eight-” It became harder for him to contain his whines.

“Nine- mmm, m-mommy…” He rapidly approached the descent of a rollercoaster, feeling the pressure begin to accumulate.

“Ahh! Ten! Ah- oh.” Pipe Bomb spilled onto your lap. His shook, hiding in the couch cushions as his cum leaked from beneath him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He sobbed, tears staining the cloud-like cushion of his pillow.

“Didn’t mean to- Ah!” Pipe Bomb whined as you threw him off of you.

“Good boy, look at you, all finished. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Pipe Bomb dropped to his knees in front of you, as if to worship you. He knew exactly what came next. He was ecstatic.

“Now, why don’t you make yourself a useful for once and do mommy a little favor…” Your slit was already on full display before him, leaking slick, straying down your legs.

“Please, please. I’ll do anything, mommy.”

“That’s a good boy, so obedient for mommy.”

“Thank you, mommy. Thank you.” You plopped down on the couch and spread your legs wide. He settled between them, resting his “chin” (he’s still an object here, LOL) on the couch cushion. He looked up at you, pleading, eyes glassy and wide like a puppy dog’s.

“How- how can I make you feel good, mommy?”

“I think you know exactly how…” You led his hands to your dripping need.

“Can- can I touch you? Please-”

“Touch me, now.” Pipe Bomb did as instructed, dampening his hands with his tongue before applying it between your slick warm folds. You winced, gritting your teeth at the sensation.

“You’re perfect…” Pipe Bomb bit at his lip, drawing pin-pricks of scarlet to its surface. He lapped it up, narrowing his focus.

His hand elevated up your folds, to your sensitive rosebud. He stroked it, coaxing out a whine from you. God, how Pipe Bomb adored the sound.

He began to draw soft, slow circles onto it, warming you up to the sensation. He was skilled at this, as you’d instructed him many times before hand in how to perform. He practiced with a cultivated ease. You continued to leak crudely onto the couch below you. Pipe Bomb would worry about cleaning that, later…

His fingers became more firm and agile as you grew accustomed to the sensation.

“Fuck- Oh god! Good boy, Pipe Bomb.” Your hand found a Twizzler-like wire, twining it with your fingers as you pulled.

“A-ah!” Pipe Bomb winced in pain, beginning to buck against the couch at the delicious ache. His fingers spun faster, and faster on your clit.

“Are you ready, m-mommy?” More tears stained his ruddy cheeks.

“Shit! Just do it already!” One finger plunged inside, met with a divine wet, plush heat. Pipe Bomb whined, imagining what that’d feel like, wrapped around his dick. If only he were so lucky…

“Faster, you useless- Ah!” A second finger entered inside. Pipe Bomb rapidly worked them inside you, targeting your most sensitive spot with esteemed accuracy. Suddenly, his fingers curled inside you and you began to cry out.

“Fuck- fuck you- stupid fucking slut- ah-” You didn’t even comprehend the words spewing from your lips, too lost in the mounting pressure in your gut.

Pipe Bomb’s freehand took up swirling on your clit once again. The joint stimulation was proving too much, as your legs began to falter and your voice shook.

“Good boy! Good boy, Pipe Bimb- mmm! Fuck- yes!” You came, coursing heat radiated throughout your body, a warm pleasant wave of pleasure.

As you settled, you became aware of Pipe Bomb’s neglected tentacle. You pitied the man, finalizing on an idea.

“Since you’ve been so, so good for me…” You extended your leg. Pipe Bomb immediately took to it, nuzzling his “head” against it with gratitude.

“Fuck against my leg, pathetic doggy.” Pipe Bomb clung to your leg as he began to dry-hump against it, defiling it with vicious slick.

“Thank you, thank you, mommy.” More tears began to roll down Pipe Bomb’s cheeks. His tentacle writhed against you.

“I’m- I’m a sad pathetic doggy…” Pipe Bomb sniveled, bucking against you at a growing speed.

“Thank you, mommy. I love you-! I love you- mmm- ah-” Pipe Bomb’s sobs interlaced with pleasured whines. He

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