Alex’s Clickpet #1

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[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

I’m proud to be owned by @AlexxScorchFD ❤️

[Mommy Guinevere @Mommy_Guinevere]

Your sister has been hosting study sessions at home lately and you couldn't help but notice how hot one of the girls is

Clara, she has a big, soft, round ass. Perky inviting breasts and a very cute face with short hair

Everytime she comes around you get so anxious and horny~

Today they are studying again and then having a sleepover and Clara came around in some incredibly hot fishnets and some shorts and t-shirt combo that really hug her figure

You stayed around them as long as you could, helping them in the studies and all that just to keep getting some sneaky glances at Clara throughout but when they stopped studying you quickly got kicked from the room

Not that it mattered much to you, you were so horny all you wanted is to go back to your room to squeeze one out, god Clara is so hot 🥵

A few minutes later you are pantsless in your room, dick in hand, moaning very softly to the thought of Clara, her soft, arousing body hugging you as she climbs on your lap~

The possibility of her using her mouth to please your dick, or maybe sitting on top of it and giving you the best sex of your life, god you are so attracted to her you can barely think

Your fist keeps moving. Slow at first, then greedier, hips twitching up off the mattress as the fantasy gets sharper~

Clara in those fishnets, shorts shoved aside, that cute face gone soft and mean while she tells you to stay still. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the sounds down.

The house isn’t that big. You can still hear the movie starting down the hall, your sister’s laugh, the creak of the couch.

None of it is enough to make you stop.

You’re too far gone, too wet, too focused on the thought of her climbing into your lap like she belongs there.

You don’t hear the footsteps. You don’t hear the handle. The first thing you notice is cooler air on your bare thighs and the sudden, awful silence of someone standing in your doorway who is not supposed to be there.

Clara is standing in the doorway holding two mugs. She was probably coming to ask if you wanted tea.

She looks at your bare legs. At your fist. At the way your cock is flushed and wet in your own hand.

For one horrible second nobody breathes.
Then she steps inside and closes the door with her heel.

Oh.~

That’s all she says at first. Soft. Almost fond. Not shocked the way you expected her to be. She sets the mugs on your desk without looking away from you.

So this is why you kept finding excuses to stay in the living room.

You scramble backward on the bed, trying to drag the blanket over yourself, face burning so hot it hurts.

“I-Clara-it’s not-I didn’t think anyone...”

Shh.

She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t have to. The single sound stops your hands.

Don’t hide now sweetie. You already showed me. Hiding now just makes it sadder.

She walks closer. Slow. Your cock twitches traitorously in the open air and she notices. Of course she notices. A tiny smile touches her mouth.

There it goes again. Just from me standing here. You really are in such a submissive state, aren’t you?

“Please don’t tell my sister.”

I’m not going to tell your sister.

She sits on the edge of the mattress. Close enough that you can smell her shampoo and feel the heat of her hip as it almost touches your knee.

I’m going to deal with you myself.

Your throat works. Nothing useful comes out as you try to protest

Look at me.

You do. Her face is even worse up close. Cute in that sharp, knowing way that makes your stomach drop. She reaches out and, very gently, takes your wrist. Not yanking. Just guiding your hand off your cock like she’s correcting a child who’s been touching something he shouldn’t.

That’s enough of that. You don’t get to finish by yourself after I walked in on it. That’s rude.

“I wasn’t, I can just...”

No.

Her thumb strokes once over your pulse. Soft. Possessive in the smallest way.

You were thinking about me. Don’t lie. I saw your face when I came in wearing these.

You’ve been staring at my ass all afternoon. You helped with flashcards just to look down my shirt.

And now you’re in here moaning into your pillow about my mouth and my tits and me sitting on your lap.

You want to disappear from sheer embarrassment

It’s okay.

The words full of a strange softness

It’s a lot. I know. You’re all wound up and embarrassed and still so hard it looks like it hurts. Poor thing.

She lets go of your wrist and rests her palm on your thigh instead. High. Warm. Not quite touching you where you want it.

Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to lie back.
You’re going to keep your hands where I put them and you’re going to let me take care of this little problem you made for yourself. Nicely. Slowly. Like a good boy who just got caught being filthy.

“Clara...”

Try again.

The correction is quiet. Almost sweet. It still knocks the air out of you.

You swallow.

“…Mommy?”

Her smile widens just enough.

There he is. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

Eyes on me. Not on the door. Nobody’s coming. They’re watching a movie. You and I are going to be very quiet and very honest.

She climbs onto the bed.
Not beside you.
Over you.~

One knee, then the other, until she’s straddling your chest, then higher, until the heat of her settles above your face and you understand exactly what she meant by take care of you.

Hands on my thighs. That’s it. Hold on if you need to. Don’t push. Don’t try to take over. You breathe when I let you breathe.

The first thing you get is the scent of her. Warm. Clean. A little like the laundry detergent from the living room and a little like skin that’s been sitting close to you all evening. Then the soft weight of her lowers, and her panties press to your mouth.

Good. Just like that. Open up for mommy.

You do.

She doesn’t grind at first. She just rests there, letting you feel how heavy and soft she is, how the round curve of her ass fills your vision when you glance up. Her t-shirt hangs down. If you lift your eyes you can see the underside of her breasts through the fabric.

That’s my boy. You wanted this so badly you had to sneak off and touch yourself. Now you get it. Not the way you imagined, though. You don’t get to fuck me. You get to be useful.

Her hand slides behind her, down your stomach, and finds your cock like she’s been thinking about the exact path.

The first stroke is devastatingly gentle.

Warm fingers. Slow. A little loose on purpose. She doesn’t try to match the frantic pace you were using on yourself. She uses the one that makes your hips twitch and then die still because she told you not to take over.

Feel that? Mommy’s going to jerk you off while you keep your mouth right where it is. You don’t get to see my face while you cum. You get this. My ass. My pussy through cotton. My hand. That’s the deal.

You make a sound against her. She laughs under her breath, breathless already from the way your mouth moves.

Shh. Quiet. You were so good at being quiet when you thought you were alone. Stay that way.

She starts to rock. Small movements. Not riding you so much as using your face the way someone uses a pillow they’re fond of.

The fishnets rasp faintly against your cheeks. Her thighs are soft and strong on either side of your head. Every time she rolls forward you get more of her; every time she rolls back her hand tightens around you in the same rhythm.

God, you’re leaking already. I barely started. You really were close, weren’t you? All that pent-up staring and you last what, two minutes in mommy’s hand?

You try to answer. It comes out muffled and wrecked.

Bad boy, don’t talk with your mouth full. Nod if you understand.

You nod.

Good boy.

The praise hits harder than the teasing. Your cock throbs in her fist and she hums like she felt it and filed it away.

She adjusts her knees, settles more firmly, and the world narrows to heat and softness and the slick sound of her hand. She isn’t rough. That’s what makes it worse. Every stroke is careful. Thumb swiping the head on the upstroke, fingers twisting just enough on the way down, pausing whenever your breathing gets too sharp against her.

Easy. You’re not in charge of when this ends. I am. You just stay under me and take it.

You hold her thighs the way she told you to. Your fingers sink into soft skin and fishnet. She doesn’t scold you for gripping. She only covers one of your hands with her free one for a second, squeezing, like a reminder that she’s still being kind.

You’re doing so well. Most boys would be writhing around and trying to flip me. You’re just lying there all red and desperate, mouth open, letting mommy sit on your face. That’s sweet. Pathetic. But sweet.

Her panties are damp now. You can feel it. Taste it through the fabric when she presses down a little more. She makes a small sound of her own, then immediately softens it, like she refuses to give you the satisfaction of thinking you’re the one making her lose control.

Don’t get cocky. This isn’t for you. This is so you have something to do with that anxious energy besides staring at my chest during study group.

Another slow stroke. Another roll of her hips. Your nose is buried. Your thoughts keep short-circuiting into the same loop: her ass, her hand, the word mommy, the fact that the door is closed and she chose to stay.

I should make you wait. Leave you like this and go back to the movie. Let you listen to us laugh down the hall while you’re dripping on your own sheets.

Your whole body tenses.

She feels it.

Relax. I’m not that mean tonight. You looked so panicked when I opened the door. Like a puppy who got caught chewing something expensive. I don’t kick puppies. I just… correct them.

Her fist works you in earnest now, still not fast, but sure. The kind of pace that builds whether you want it to or not. You can hear how wet you are. It’s humiliating. She comments on it like she’s mentioning the weather.

So messy. Listen to you. All that precum and you haven’t even lasted long enough for me to take my panties off. Next time maybe. If there is a next time. If you keep being this easy to handle.

You moan into her. She shivers and then pretends she didn’t.

That’s it. Use your mouth. You wanted it on my body so badly. Now earn the handjob.

You lick. Clumsy at first, then hungrier when she rewards you with a tighter stroke. She lets more of her weight rest on you. The soft, heavy give of her ass fills your world. You can’t see anything except the dark undersides of her thighs and the stretch of fishnet and the shadow of her t-shirt.

Good. Right there. Don’t get greedy. Stay where I put you.

Minutes blur. Or maybe it isn’t minutes. Maybe it’s just the way she keeps you right under the edge, backing off every time your hips start to lift, squeezing the base when you throb too hard, whispering little corrections that make your ears burn.

No thrusting.~
Breathe through your nose.~
Don’t you dare cum yet. I didn’t say you could.~
Look at you trying so hard to be good. It’s almost cute.~

When she finally decides you’ve suffered enough, her voice drops even softer.

Alright. You’ve been patient. Mommy’s going to let you finish. You’re going to cum in my hand while you’re under my ass, and you’re going to do it quietly, and after you do you’re going to say thank you. Understand?

You nod so hard it must look ridiculous.

Words. I know your mouth is busy but try.

You manage a muffled, broken yes mommy against the damp cotton.

Good boy.

She strokes you properly then. Still not frantic. Just inevitable. Her hips settle heavier, grinding in small circles that steal your air in the best way. Her hand twists at the head on every upstroke. The wet sounds get louder. Your thighs shake. The coil in your stomach pulls tight enough to hurt.

That’s it. Give it to me. All that pent-up staring, all that sneaking around, all that moaning my name when you thought no one could hear. Put it in mommy’s hand.

You break with a helpless sound she immediately smothers by sitting down just a little more.

It hits in thick, humiliating pulses. You spill over her fingers, onto your own stomach, twitching and gasping into her while she keeps stroking you through it slower, milking, making sure you feel every second of being finished by her instead of yourself. Your hands spasm on her thighs. She holds still and lets you shake.

When it finally eases she doesn’t get off right away.

She just stays there, warm and heavy, catching her own breath above you, her messy hand still loosely wrapped around your oversensitive cock.

There. All done. See? You didn’t need to hide in here and do it yourself. You just needed someone to take over.

She lifts off your face carefully. Cool air rushes in. Your mouth is wet. Your cheeks are red. She looks down at you like she’s deciding whether to laugh or kiss you.

She does neither at first. She shows you her hand.

Look what you did. All over me. After one little handjob and sitting pretty under mommy. You’re lucky I think that’s sweet.

She wipes her fingers on your stomach, then, after a considering pause, on the inside of your thigh, casual as marking.

Stay there.

She pulls her shorts back on over the fishnets like nothing in the world is strange. Tugs her t-shirt straight. Picks up one of the mugs she brought, takes a sip, and makes a face because it’s gone lukewarm.

I’m going back before they notice I’ve been gone too long. You’re going to put pants on. You’re going to wash your face. And you’re going to come out later like you did not just get sat on and milked like a desperate boy who can’t keep his hands off himself.

You try to sit up. She presses two fingers to your chest and you drop again.

Ah-ah. One more thing.

She leans down. Close. Her short hair brushes your forehead. Her voice is almost kind.

If you get hard again tonight thinking about this, you don’t touch it. You wait. If I decide you deserve more, I’ll find you. If I don’t, you go to sleep frustrated and grateful I didn’t tell anyone what I walked in on.

Your voice comes out small.

“Yes, Mommy.”

Good.

She kisses the corner of your mouth. Light. Possessive. Then she stands, checks herself in your mirror, and opens the door the same quiet way she came in.

Before she leaves she glances back, eyes warm, smile wicked in that soft way that started all of this.

Drink some water, baby. You look wrecked.

The door clicks shut.

You’re still on your back, pants gone, stomach streaked, face wet, cock twitching through the aftershocks of a handjob you didn’t get to control.

Down the hall someone laughs at the movie.

You lie there in the dark of your room and whisper it again to the ceiling, because there’s nothing else that fits.

“…Thank you, Mommy.”

#Femdom #MommyDomme #SitOnHisFace #Handjob #CaughtInTheAct #GoodBoy #Fishnets #NSFW #wankbattle #EroticFiction

[princess lilith 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ @lilithsfindom]

let’s play chess but if u lose u have to give yourself a wedgie ♡

[⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ mouun 🍃🧩 . ۫ ꣑ৎ . @mouunlite]

ohhh u liek men? so ur a woman then right?

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

@submit2angel That reward would be real hot😵‍💫 tho being ignored is almost just as hot

[Master Alexx~ @AlexxScorchFD]

@praxis017 Good boy ☺️

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

Pissed myself for @AlexxScorchFD without him asking #findom

[Feedism Pinkie Pie @SmashUltKirby]

Hey! Is your bladder full? Go in your pants! You’ve got a change of clothes, right? So what’s the harm? I mean, going to the bathroom just sounds like so much effort… and we both know you don’t wanna do all that work!

[kitty ♠️ @ricekitti]

happy mid autumn festival! have a bite of my moonCAKE 🥮

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

@bowdowntoalyssa What’s that string of numbers and letters for?

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

@pervyflwer Meee

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

Super horny and realllly want to be bullied right now👀

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

@submit2angel Would if I could

[Alex’s Clickpet #1 @praxis017]

@bratkangel @merudrains Perfect body

[kangel ᯓ★ @bratkangel]

hii

[mommy kyra ♡ 2DFD + IRL @kyrameanie]

LIKE + RT if you want me to ambush your DM’s with intoxicating voice notes & porn ~ ♡

⚠️ HIGH RISK OF ADDICTION ⚠️

[kangel 2DFD (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) @2dfdkangel]

i support your brainrot addiction !
look anon , im even going “ 67 “ with my paws ! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[Efflie ~ Vivian's Puppy 💜 @effloreflected]

Now that I have a laptop I'm seriously considering to become a #Gachacuck domme again, might rebrand as one soon~

I've been way too subby in recent times anyway, being the one to dish out punishments and collecting $ends is always a pleasure :P

[𝐁𝐈𝐀 💛 @SmugBia]

Afraid of disobeying her you indulge in your horny nature and begin to pick up her shoes, sniffing them carefully, licking them

The musky, sweaty, scent of what one could only describe as a dumb Gyaru.

It's rotting your brain.

You didn't even noticed the laptop recording you.

[𝐁𝐈𝐀 💛 @SmugBia]

Out of the letter drop a few photos of you sniffing her shoes.

These must have been taken when you pretended to go to the restroom but instead went to the girls locker-room during sports.

Dreadfully the realization sets in that you are her blackmailed property.

A Bimbos puppy.

[𝐁𝐈𝐀 💛 @SmugBia]

You find yourself alone at school.

Your crush gave you a letter to meet up at school after midnight.

But you only find her shoes and another letter.

"I know what you did during GYM class. If you don't want to get exposed you better start by licking my boots clean loser. ~ 💛"