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Quinn looked down at her girlfriend. Santana was cutely bewildered in her sleepy haze. She hadn't even stirred when Quinn got up and fastened the collar around her neck. She never even moved until Quinn pulled on the leash. As the Latina rolled off the edge of the bed, gracefully folding her knees beneath her and placing her flat palms on the floor like a good puppy, Quinn saw the bruises on her ass. She wanted to sit and pull Santana into her lap...a position they were in rarely...and tell her how much she loved her and how she didn't like having to punish her, but she couldn't. The collar was a punishment today, so the coddling would have to wait.
Quinn led Santana to the bedroom door and left the leash on the handle as she walked back over to the bed to rouse Rachel. She took the diva's hand in hers and tugged her off the bed to lead her to the couch. The blonde cast a sidelong glance at Santana as she pulled Rachel into her lap and mumbled into her ear.
"Bambi, you know why I had to spank you yesterday, right?"
Rachel nodded, unsure of why she was being asked to answer questions she had answered the day before.
"Ok...do you understand that I didn't want to do that?"
Rachel looked at the blonde for a moment, never really having thought about it, either way. She nodded again, guessing that it worked that she knew NOW.
"Good, because we really like you, Rach...I really like you...you just need to remember to be a good girl." Quinn whispered. She ran her hand over Rachel's butt and up her side, all the way to the back of her neck. She pulled the little diva into a deep kiss.
Santana watched the two from the floor, her arousal awakening as Quinn laid Rachel's upper body against the arm of the couch and spread the girl's legs, folding her sleep shirt up for better access to the brunette's pussy. The Latina pulled against the lead, wanting to be where the action was, but a quick glare from Quinn stilled her.
Quinn turned her attention back to Rachel. She lowered her hand between the diva's legs and swirled a finger around her clit, passing it, then, to dip into her entrance. She pulled her other arm out from behind Rachel's back and snaked it around front to pinch her clit while she pushed her finger further into the girl's pussy.
Rachel let her head fall back for a moment, enjoying the sensation Quinn was giving her. When Quinn added another finger, she snapped her head back up and looked at the blonde adoringly.
"Tell me what you want, Bambi..." Quinn whispered, pinching her clit again.
"Harder." Rachel whispered back.
"Harder, please, Quinn. Do it harder."
"Do WHAT harder?"
"Fuck me- Fuck me harder." she pleaded, eyes half shut, lower lip clamped between her teeth.
"Good girl." Quinn purred, their bodies rocking with the force she was exerting.
Rachel basked in the buildup, grinding onto Quinn's fingers and looking over at Santana. She inhaled sharply when Quinn pinched her clit a little harder and held tight. Her deep brown eyes met Quinn's hazels as the blonde gave a few more hard thrusts and released the diva's clit, sending her over the edge into a heaving orgasm that dripped down Quinn's wrist and squeezed her fingers mercilessly. Quinn smiled, suspecting that Rachel might be able to squirt, but there was no time left to find out.
She kissed Rachel again, wrapping her arms around the girl.
"You wanna skip with us today, Rach?" she asked hopefully.
"No...you know I can't do that, Quinn." Rachel answered wistfully. "I'm far too responsible for that." she added. Quinn bit back a chuckle. "Responsible enough to get spanked like a little girl?" she thought.
Nonetheless, she let Rachel get up off her lap to go get ready. She watched as Rachel knelt by Santana and whispered to her momentarily. Something about her dad. She was about to ask what was up, but she was distracted when Brittany sat up.
"I'm not going to school today." she announced loudly when she saw Santana on the leash in nothing but little black boy shorts and a lacy black bra, her black hair hanging over her left shoulder. Brittany's eyes wandered to Quinn's stiletto boots approvingly.
"No?" Quinn asked teasingly.
"Well then, my good girl, what would you like to do?"
Brittany crossed the room in her ducky pajamas and leaned down to whisper in Quinn's ear.
Santana watched a slow grin creep across Quinn's face as their eyes met.
"Well, we'll see...let me talk to her...you wanna go get her for me?"
Brittany giggled and approached Santana, slipping the leash off the doorknob. She tugged the scowling Latina along after her as she made her way back to the couch, handing the lead off to the other blonde.
"Give us a minute, Brit...go check on Rachel."
When they were alone, Quinn got up and knelt by Santana, running her fingers through the Latina's hair.
"San...how do you feel about helping me train Brittany?"
"Well, she wants to learn how to top...Rachel specifically, but you know..."
Santana glared at Quinn, but she knew what her choices were.
"And if I do this, I can come off?" the Latina leveraged...she wasn't hot on the collar being an actual punishment.
Quinn pursed her lips and thought for a moment...she'd never really allowed negotiations when it came to discipline, but she thought, she could make an exception once.
"Yes...if you're a good little puppy for Brittany, I'll let you off."
"And she knows...this is a once in a lifetime thing? It'll NEVER happen again?" Santana asked carefully.
"Yes, baby. One time thing, never again." Quinn promised.
Santana pressed her forehead to the floor. "Fine." she conceded. She was okay with it, as long as everyone knew it was never ever going to happen again., besides, she was sort of getting excited about it. When she had the chance, Quinn fell into a dominant role so easily, and Santana enjoyed it now and then... She could sit back and go with the flow knowing Quinn would make sure she was okay, and truth be told, Santana was curious about Brit's toppy side.
Just then, Rachel appeared at the door, Brittany in tow.
"Well, as much as I'm sure you'd like Brit to stay...she has an exam in history."
"Except I can't even remember what I ate for dinner last night." the blonde mumbled.
Santana sighed as Brittany passed her to retrieve her clothes. Ten minutes later, Rachel and Brittany were on their way to school, and Quinn was alone with her puppy. Santana realized that she wasn't going to get off the leash as soon as she'd hoped.
"You okay, baby?" Quinn asked.
"Mmhmm." Santana answered.
"Good. I'm gonna go take a shower...and if you're a good girl, I'll give puppy a bath after breakfast." the blonde said, bending down to pet Santana's head. She tugged the leash and pulled Santana to the bathroom with her. She closed the door behind them and began to strip her clothes off slowly. She teasingly dropped her top on Santana's head, blocking the Latina's view as she stepped into the shower.
Quinn was known to take forever in the shower, and though Santana was hungry, she sat back on her knees and remembered the night before the first time she played puppy.
Santana was in a foul mood...she couldn't put her finger on why.
Yeah...yeah, she could. She was sick of being at home alone. Sick of the bottomless bank account Papi left her with to keep her from complaining that he was never there. As usual, she just tried to put it out of her mind for Quinn's sake. She huffed her way up Quinn's driveway and into the house.
"Hey Baby." Quinn called from the kitchen.
"What up, homie?" Santana called back humorlessly, making her way from the front hall into the kitchen. She pulled Quinn into a hug and buried her face in the Blonde's neck. Quinn reached up and rubbed the back of the Latina's neck for a moment before moving to pull away. Santana just grunted and pulled Quinn back roughly, assuming the same position she held before.
"You alright, San?" she asked, her voice full of concern. It wasn't like Santana to be so needy.
"Yeah. What? I can't just be needy now and then?" the Latina asked indignantly, pushing Quinn away.
"Babe...yeah, I mean, you're allowed to be needy...I was just trying to make sure you were okay...I'm allowed to ask, right?"
"I'm sorry, Q." Santana sighed. "Yeah, you're allowed to ask." She let Quinn pull her back into a warm hug, enjoying when the blonde began to rub circles into her lower back. After a few minutes, Quinn shooed Santana out of the kitchen so she could finish cooking.
As Santana settled on the couch, Quinn called out to her. "San, did you remember to check for your OGT results?"
Santana blanched. Quinn had been wanting to know her results on the standardized test for two weeks now. The envelope was on her desk at home, but she hadn't opened it. She knew she did okay, but she hated when anyone inquired about things like grades or school. "No." she called back simply.
Quinn came to the door shaking her head. "Santana...I've been asking you for forever."
"I know...what does it matter? We both know I probably did fine."
"Well, it matters because I asked, Babe." Quinn said seriously, talking over the show Santana was trying to watch.
Annoyance reared it's ugly head. "No...it fucking does not matter." she hissed back.
Quinn threw her hands up in frustration, "Sorry for asking."
Usually, Santana realized she was being a bitch at this point and would normally reel it in, but not this time, "Well, you should be."
Quinn laughed to herself darkly. "Santana," she warned, "Just because I'm trying to be understanding on what seems to be a bad day for you, doesn't mean you can treat me like shit."
"My day is fine." the Latina kicked back. "I think you just have a death wish today...talking to me like that...treating ME like shit.." she growled at the blonde.
Quinn put her hands on her hips. "I'VE been treating YOU like shit? You come in here all grumpy, you talk back like a tired little Brat, then you blame it on me? And It's ME treating YOU like shit?" She yelled incredulously. She took a second to breath, needing to calm down before she clawed the Latina's eyes out. She put her hands on her hips again and opened her mouth to speak, but the disinterested Latina opened her mouth first, "Don't blame me when you get shit twisted, Blondie."
Quinn straightened up, "Santana Lopez...you KNOW you're being a brat now" she said firmly, crossing her arms and studying the Latina as she continued. "and you're pushing me. Open your mouth again, and I'm gonna spank you...again." she threatened, alluding to the first time she had spanked Santana.
Santana looked at Quinn and blinked slowly. She opened her mouth pointedly and said, "I don't think so."
"Get your ass upstairs." Quinn growled.
Quinn stepped out of the shower, water droplets cascading down her porcelain skin, snapping Santana out of her memories. Quinn grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off slowly. She stared into Santana's eyes as she propped a foot up on the Latina's back to dry her leg. "What a good girl." she cooed, switching legs. She smiled broadly at the Latina as she sat on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs. She reached over and grabbed the leash, directing Santana to settle between her thighs. The brunette flicked her tongue across Quinn's clit, wasting no time as she stuffed two fingers into the blonde's hole, working her g-spot roughly. She concentrated on pleasing Quinn, listening for the telltale panting that always preceded the blonde's orgasms. Her own pussy ached for attention as Quinn shuddered and moaned against her lips. Santana had bringing Quinn off down to a science. She could do it in as little as five minutes, or stretch it out for hours.
She sat back obediently when Quinn indicated that she was done for the moment. Quinn smiled at her and got up, pulling Santana behind her as she went.
She put her boots back on and paired then with a short black skirt...the sort the old Quinn Fabray would have been scared to wear. Her top was nothing but a black bra. Santana's pussy throbbed painfully at the sight of her.
Quinn bent down and ruffled the Latina's hair, "Mommy has a surprise for you..." she sung. Santana fought the eyeroll...she hated when Quinn referred to herself as "Mommy"...it was a cruel reminder that Santana was playing fucking "puppy"...crawling on her hands and knees in little to nothing, pretending to be a puppy, doing tricks for Quinn's amusement. She HATED it...but why was her pussy so wet and achy the whole time? Santana pushed the question away as she waited for the rest of Quinn's words. "But, we have to get you some food, don't we, girl?...Dont we?" she cooed, running her fingers through Santana's hair and down to trace her jaw line.
Santana looked up at Quinn mischievously and pounced on the blonde, sloppily licking her on the side of the face before scooting off to try and run away. It was kind of difficult on all fours. She looked back as Quinn struggled to get back on her feet. The stiletto boots weren't making it easy. "Bad girl!" Quinn admonished playfully, smiling as Santana hung her head dramatically.
They finally made it downstairs. Santana sat on the floor in the kitchen as Quinn cooked her some eggs. She considered letting the Latina sit at the table and eat, but decided against it. She scooped the eggs onto a plate and set it on the floor in front of Santana.
Another thing Santana hated about playing puppy was being made to eat from the floor, so as soon as Quinn threw her robe on to go get the newspaper, she grabbed as much egg as she could and stuffed it into her mouth. When Quinn came back in, she lowered her head to the plate and finished them as the blonde watched approvingly and admired the Latina's ass as it bobbed up and down.
When she was done, Quinn called her to the couch, extracting something black from the pocket of her fluffy, white robe before tossing it off. She sat down and tugged Santana in front of her. Santana's left side was flush against Quinn's legs and she closed her eyes as the blonde ran her smooth pale hands over her bare skin. She felt Quinn's fingers scoop under the waistband of her tiny black boy shorts, pulling them down just past her ass.
Quinn reached around and offered her right index finger to the Latina, her loins tightening deliciously as Santana obediently took the digit into her mouth. Santana wondered why she needed to wet Quinn's finger because her pussy was so wet, she thought, Quinn could have shoved a baseball bat in there.
Quinn trailed her hand back down the Latina's spine, delighting in the involuntary shiver she always produced when she hit a certain part of Santana's lower back. She dipped her hand between Santana's ass cheeks, circling the hole.
"No!" Santana gasped.
Quinn sighed as she reached up and fisted the darker girl's hair roughly. "Did you really just say 'no' to Mommy, puppy?...I thought you were gonna be a good girl?"
Santana didn't answer, so Quinn stood and reached over her, grabbing a thick section of the newspaper. She took the leash in her other hand and pulled it taught, forcing Santana onto her fingertips. If she moved her hands, the position would put uncomfortable pressure on her throat, pulling the collar against the soft skin of her neck.
She began to swat her errant puppy, smartly snapping the rolled up, inky paper across Santana's exposed behind. She continued until Santana whined a little. Then she sat back down, pulling Santana's chin so they could make eye contact. "Baby, let me do this?" she asked softly. "It'll be okay...I'm not gonna hurt you."
Santana closed her eyes.
"You know," came the icy voice, "You're awfully good at being in charge...you do whatever the hell you want...say whatever you want, act however you want. You can dish it out, but you can't take it." The blonde taunted Santana nastily. She was pissed off and sick of being a doormat. She was the unfortunate displacement of Santana's frustration with her father.
"I can take it, Blondie." Santana retorted snottily. "Whatcha got?"
She felt the lump form in her throat, the panic welling up inside her, as Quinn slipped a belt around her neck. The blonde made her own notch in the belt to keep it around the Latina's throat, but she made sure to leave a little wiggle room. She pulled the free end and called Santana "Puppy", ordering her to get down on all fours.
It had taken a good 40 minutes for Santana to feel comfortable with the new game. Quinn had sat on the floor beside her, petting her hair and rewarding her with kisses and quick teases of her clit and g-spot.
The first time Quinn told her to "sit" then "Roll over." she'd winced, but Quinn was patient, and soon enough, Santana was doing tricks like a good puppy. She remembered just wanting, at that point, to please Quinn. She had never felt so comfortable...so trusting...so safe. Ultimately It had been fun... Resulted in what seemed like a million orgasms for both of them, and had shown Santana just how much she loved being a bottom now and then. It had shown her that she NEEDED it now and then.
"Yes." she whispered, unable to hold back a smile at Quinn's squeal of delight. The blonde peppered the Latina's face with sweet kisses and moved to a position behind her. She spread Santana's cheeks and kissed her lower back, moving down slowly until she got to her target. She tongued the hole hungrily and enjoyed the panting sounds Santana was making.
"Fuck, Q." she heaved. Her pussy was on fire, even though it felt like it was dripping like a leaky faucet. Even Brittany didn't rim her like this.
Quinn spit right on Santana's ass hole, using her fingertip to spread it and push some in. She reached over to the couch and picked up what Santana recognized to be the mysterious black object she'd seen come from the pocket of that robe. It was a buttplug...with a tail? It wasn't huge, but it was intimidating nonetheless.
Santana grimaced her permission as Quinn dangled it in front of her. "A good puppy NEEDS a tail." she reasoned slyly. Santana wondered when Quinn had gotten the offensive item.
Quinn rubbed the tip against the tight hole in front of her before slowly working it in. Santana gasped as she was slowly stretched open. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but it didn't really hurt, either. It was at least twice the width of Brittany's finger, which so far had been the only thing up there. "You okay, baby?" Quinn asked, wiggling the plug a little bit. "Yes!" the Latina gasped breathily as Quinn pushed a little more in. They were getting to the widest part. Quinn slipped the middle finger of her right hand into Santana's pussy. She felt her own moisture pooling as she saw how wet Santana was. The girl practically sucked the finger into her tight cunt. Quinn lowered her mouth to the base of the plug and used it to push the rest of it in, amazed when the tight ring closed around the base, pulling it from her lips as she fingered Santana's g-spot lightly. "Oh. My. Fucking. God." Santana stammered, her legs shaking. She felt full...stuffed to capacity.
Quinn pulled her finger out before Santana could come. "Please, Quinn...please!" she begged uncharacteristically.
"No puppy, if you keep your tail in for a while, maybe Mommy will let you come." Quinn answered, reaching around to make Santana lick her own juices from the blonde's finger. Santana's sphincter clenched around the foreign object in her ass involuntarily and it felt good. She whimpered when Quinn grabbed the tail end and jiggled it, rolling it around in a circular motion. She thought she might come just from that, but again, Quinn stopped her ministrations and laid back on the couch, stretching her legs out to kick her heels up on Santana's back.
She pretended to be interested in "The people's Court", idly reaching up every few minutes to flick the end of the plug, or pass a finger through the lake between Santana's legs. Not once did her actions fail to produce and incredibly sexy, surprised moan from the Latina.
Santana's arms and knees hurt from being in position for so long.
"Quinn?" she called. She rolled her eyes angrily when she was ignored. She was about to call the blonde again when she realized what Quinn wanted. It took her another five minutes to make it happen.
Quinn removed her feet from the Latina's back and looked over at her lovingly. God, it was so hot to put the infamous HBIC back in her innocent, little place. She knew she would get it back tenfold when Santana was back on top, but she resolved to thoroughly enjoy the experience she planned to have with the Latina today. It would be a while before Santana played puppy again. Probably a long while. Especially when she found out about the credit card...
"Yes, puppy?" she answered, her voice full of adoration for the trusting Latina.
"Can I sit on the couch with you?"
"C'mon, baby." she called, patting her lap. She laughed silently as she watched Santana try to get up on the couch with the butt plug firmly in place, probably sending a jolt through her every time she moved. The clingy boy shorts weren't helping her either. They were still around her thighs. Quinn went to pull them up, but left them around Santana's upper thighs. She might want access in a moment.
She reached over and helped pull her girlfriend onto the couch. Santana flopped over on her side rigidly with her head in Quinn's lap. Quinn stroked her hair until the rest of the show was over.
As the next episode came on, Quinn turned her full attention to her puppy again. She reached down with her left hand and began tugging the tail on the plug as she snaked her right hand into Santana's lacy black bra, rolling the super hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Santana breathed heavily. Her pussy was literally hurting now...her clit felt like it was going to explode. If Quinn even brushed up against it, she was going to come all over the place and not be able to walk for a week. She knew better than to squeeze her legs together, though, so she pushed her head back into Quinn's midsection and choked back strangled moans as Quinn pinched her burning nipple and gave the plug a twist. Her head snapped back when Quinn began to pull the plug out slowly, only so the widest part was paused at the entrance of her asshole. She held it there for a moment, then she began to let slide out before pushing it right back in, never letting Santana pull it all the way back in. After a few torturous moments of this, Quinn pushed the plug all the way back in and got up, gently placing Santana's head on the sofa. "Mommy will be right back, puppy...don't move." she warned firmly.
Santana closed her eyes against the violent clenching act her loins were putting up. If she caved and touched herself, Quinn would be pissed. If she didn't, Quinn would let her come later, and she'd probably die from it. She didn't have to wait much longer, because Quinn stuck her head down the stairs and called Santana. It was bath time.
Santana waddled to her room and plopped back down on all fours before heading into the bathroom. She hoped the water was cold so she could forget about her dire need. No such luck. It didn't help when Quinn pulled the boy shorts off her legs, remarking how wet they were, nor did it help when the blonde cupped her breasts after removing her bra. Santana knelt in the bathtub, the collar having been removed to keep it from getting wet.
Quinn stroked Santana's hair as she cupped some water and poured it over the Latina's head. She took extra care to make sure, as she lathered, that no shampoo would get into Santana's eyes. She took her time, slowly soaping Santana's breasts, stomach, and thighs. She pushed Santana forward onto all fours and began to soap up her shoulders and back. She slid her hands down lower on every pass, eventually passing over the plug, laughing wickedly as Santana writhed in the water at each movement. When the water had drained and puppy Santana had been sufficiently cleaned, dried, and teased, Quinn motioned her out. "Go get on the bed for Mommy." she ordered. She watched as Santana crawled slinkily to the bed, wagging the tail at her involuntarily. Quinn followed with the collar, replacing it gently around Santana's neck. Next she produced a new butt plug. Santana's eyes widened. This plug had no tail, and from what she guessed, it was two and a half times the size at it's widest point, than the one she had in.
As Quinn lubed it up, she spoke softly. "it's okay, Baby. We'll take our time with this one...you've already done so good!"
She placed a hand on Santana's upper back and pushed her face down against the mattress, while the lower half of her body stuck up in the air. It was a position Quinn knew very well. Anytime Santana fucked her from behind with the strap on, she ended up this way. Santana liked to grab her hair and push her face into the mattress while she slammed into Quinn with enough force to ram the headboard into the wall. Quinn shuddered with pleasure...she couldn't complain... Santana mostly just gave her what she wanted.
She gently eased the tailed plug out of Santana's asshole. The Latina groaned at the emptiness and arched her back, pushing her ass further into the air. Quinn could see the wetness between her thighs. She could smell it, and it was a serious turn on. She moved Santana further up on the bed and laid on her back with her head between the Latina's legs, just inches from her gleaming sex. She held her head up, pushing her tongue between the soaked folds of Santana's pussy to firmly lick her clit as she spread some slick lube on the Latina's asshole.
She continued to stroke the underside of Santana's clit with her tongue as she pushed her middle finger past the tight ring of muscles and began pumping in and out. Santana released a guttural moan as she neared orgasm, only to be seriously disappointed when Quinn stopped.
She scooted back out from under her puppy and withdrew her finger, grabbing the lube slicked butt plug from the nightstand, she pressed it to Santana's asshole. As she pushed it in slowly, she rubbed Santana's swollen clit, knowing that the insertion would be enough distraction to keep her from coming. She had gotten to the base in record timing and watched as the bulbous end sucked into the Latina's ass. Santana gasped for air. She had never been tortured like this, and never for so long. She needed to come soon. Her juices ran down the inside of her thigh and pooled at her knees, soaking into the comforter on the bed and making small dark circles on the fabric.
She moaned and buried her face in a pillow as Quinn pushed on the base of the plug a couple times before pulling her off the bed. "Time for lunch, baby." she said, trying not to laugh as Santana waddle/crawled towards the door. This plug was considerably larger than the first.
When Santana finally made it down the stairs, Quinn set a plate down on the floor. Salad. Guhross! Santana scowled at the offensive greens and chewed a couple pieces while Quinn was looking. Santana was saved by the bell when Quinn's phone rang from the other room. When the blonde left the puppy by herself, Santana grabbed a handful of the salad and reached over to toss it in the trash. She grabbed another.
"Santana Lopez!" came the exclamation from the entrance to the kitchen.
Santana froze, lettuce in hand, poised over the garbage can.
"Bad Girl." Quinn growled. She left again, only to return with the rolled up newspaper. She did the same as before, motioning Santana silently, to put her palms back on floor, and pulling the leash tight against her throat. Quinn began to spank Santana again.
WHACK "Bad," WHACK "BAD." WHACK "Girl!" WHACK WHACK WHACK.
It stung, but Santana was slightly distracted because with every stroke, the plug moved inside her.
"We don't" WHACK "throw" WHACK "food" WHACK "away!" WHACK.
"Sorry, Mommy." Santana wheezed, pushing her ass out a little farther. She wasn't actually sorry at the moment.
Quinn gave Santana five more swats and tossed the paper on the counter. She stood and watched, arms folded, as Santana reluctantly finished what was left of the nasty rabbit food. At this point, the Latina was slightly remorseful.
When Santana was done, Quinn rewarded her with a kiss and a few swirls around the plug. She figured Santana had been pretty good and led her out to the couch. She sat down and helped the Latina straddle her lap. She pushed two fingers into Santana's dripping core as she reached around and pulled the plug out the same way she had before, letting the thickest part stretch Santana's asshole open wide. Santana rocked on Quinn's fingers as the blonde began to push the plug in and out of her tight back door, letting the base be swallowed up before pulling it back out. Quinn wanted to let her come, but then remembered what her intentions were for later. She pulled out as Santana moaned her name, just before she could come.
Santana almost started crying, but she kept her shit together long enough to follow Quinn up the stairs slowly. Quinn laid Santana on the bed and curled up behind her in big spoon. She rocked her hips against Santana's ass, teasing her some more by pushing on the plug with her crotch.
They heard the door open and close. Brittany and Rachel were home, but Quinn didn't let Santana move.
"It smells like sex in here." Brittany called from the door.
"Where's Rachel?" Quinn asked, peeking over Santana's shoulder.
"She dropped me off." Brittany said, sauntering over to the two and raised a questioning eyebrow at Quinn, wondering why Santana's eyes were bugging out of her head at the slightest movement. Quinn pushed Santana's hips forward enough to show Brittany the base of the plug that was lodged inside the Latina.
"Something about grabbing a change of clothes from home...May I?" she asked, pointing to the plug in Santana's ass. She had asked Quinn, not Santana. Santana was slightly annoyed, but Quinn nodded and Brittany began to push her palm against the base. Any thoughts Santana had were gone as she ground against Brittany's hand.
"Can I learn now?" Brittany asked, giving the plug a poke for good measure.
"Not today, Brit...but you could get me the strap on." Quinn answered, wrapping an arm around Santana's waist. She kissed the back of the Latina's neck, reaching around to ghost her fingers over the hard brown nipples. When Brittany returned with the strap on, Quinn got up.
"Boots, Brittany." she ordered, putting a leg out so the other blonde could unzip it and pull it off. She did the same with the other. "Now, undress me."
Brittany fumbled with the zipper on Quinn's skirt, but had it off in no time...same with the bra. If there was one thing Brittany was good at besides unintentionally making people laugh, it was anything to do with sex, and she could get the dress off of a nun in the dark if it meant she was gonna get some booty.
She helped Quinn get into the strap on, cinching it tight, so that the extra length hung down over her butt crack.
"You ready for this, puppy?" she asked Santana. Having been teased and denied for hours, Santana nodded quickly.
"Brit, why don't you give San some sweet lady kisses while I get some lube on this monster?"
Brittany laughed for some reason and threw herself on the bed.
"Hey...what's 24 down?" she asked suddenly, her little blonde brow furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Santana asked with a roll of her eyes.
"The crossword puzzle on your butt...Wait!" she squealed, proud to have figured it out. She jumped of the bed and grabbed a pen, leaving Santana to wonder what the hell was going on. When she returned, she began to write on Santana's butt. Then, without an explanation, she tossed the pen back on the nightstand and plopped down on the bed by Santana, pulling the Latina into an aggressive kiss. Santana realized that when Quinn spanked her with the newspaper, the ink must've transferred onto her skin.
Quinn came back into the room, the dildo hanging from the harness glistening like a shiny black behemoth. She stood on the bed behind Santana who was on all fours again, waiting to be fucked.
"Baby, Brittany's gonna take the plug out of you now." she said.
Santana put her face into the blankets and slipped her hands under her knees as Brittany gently extracted the large plug.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed upon seeing it. She ran off to put it in the bathroom sink. Quinn was still standing on the bed when Brittany came back. "Okay Brit, you can sit in front of San. You want her to eat your pussy, baby?" she asked the other Blonde who nodded eagerly.
Brittany settled near Santana's head and spread her legs, letting Santana hook her forearms under the blonde's thighs to pull her closer.
Just as Santana felt the tip of the dildo rest against her asshole, Quinn burst into laughter. "Santana, why is 'Broadway' written on your ass?"
Santana was confused for a moment. She shrugged.
"Ohhhh yeah, that's the answer to 24 down." Brittany answered.
Quinn had to take a knee because she was laughing so hard. "Your ass says 'Broadway'!" she cackled.
Brittany giggled. "Get it, San? Your ass is a 'Broad' 'way'...Ow!" she screeched as Santana bit down hard on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, scowling humorlessly.
"Aww, it's okay, puppy." Quinn soothed, reaching up to pet Santana's hair. Santana was definitely not ready to be Brittany's subject. Quinn lowered herself back over the Latina's behind and pressed the dildo to the little entrance between her cheeks. She began to push the dildo in slowly, fascinated by the way the tiny hole opened up and clamped around the large head. Santana buried her face between Brittany's thighs, roughly dragging her tongue up the blonde's wet slit as Quinn pushed another inch in. She whimpered a little as Quinn continued. She already felt so full, but Quinn spoke, "Halfway there, baby."
She decided to take a page from the Latina's book, but warned her first. "San, I'm gonna push the rest in real fast...okay?" Santana hesitated, then nodded meekly, returning to the feast in front of her. Quinn grabbed Santana's hips firmly and shoved the dildo into her girlfriend's tight ass until the base was crammed between her spread cheeks. Santana whined loudly, reaching back and pressing on Quinn's thigh. "Big baby." Quinn thought, remembering how forcefully the Latina had introduced her to anal sex. Santana's legs quivered as Quinn began to pull out and push back in slowly. She used the Latina's hips to get in just a bit further before pulling out to the head and cramming it back in. She found her pace rather quickly.
Fortunately, Brittany came quickly, allowing Santana to focus on her own pleasure. She felt like if she breathed too hard, she might explode. Quinn reached up and wrapped the leash around her hand a few times, using it to pull Santana back onto her as Brittany watched. She snuck her other hand around the Latina's waist and stuffed her index and middle fingers into Santana's drooling cunt, forcing her palm up against the rock hard clit. She gave a few more violent thrusts, succumbing to the insert of the harness as Santana swore loudly. The Latina bucked and cussed as a wave of pleasure unlike any other ripped through her body brutally. Her anus clamped down in the dildo and a hot, wet burst of fluid sprayed from her pussy, soaking Quinn's hand and the bed beneath them. She collapsed on the bed, shaking and convulsing, pulling away from the dildo, the wet product of her orgasm still dribbling out of her. She jerked and groaned uncontrollably for another twenty seconds or so, then lay panting, rubbing her eyes as if she saw stars.
"Uh. Fuck...ah. Shit...mother fucker." she babbled breathlessly.
Quinn flopped down next to her and used the last of her energy to remove the collar from around Santana's neck. "Good girl." she croaked hoarsely, " Such a good, good girl...Can't believe you squirted all over the bed like that...gotta...gotta do that again." she flung her arm over Santana's stomach and rested her hand on Brittany's thigh. The other blonde was already asleep, as usual.
The next thing Quinn and Santana knew, it was an hour and a half later. Rachel hopped on the bed cutely, waking them up. "I brought the mail in!" she chirped. "Ew! I am NOT sleeping there." she promised haughtily, pointing at the massive wet spot on the bed. She tossed the mail on Santana's stomach and laid her head on Santana's thigh, letting Quinn rub her shoulders.
Quinn stared at the stack of envelopes on Santana's midriff, knowing what was going to happen. She swallowed hard. Her righteousness was fated to be short lived. She thanked God when Santana flung the mail onto the nightstand and grabbed all three girls possessively before falling back asleep. Quinn could be in charge for the day.
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