The Kissing Cloud Series
The first part of Hanna’s story
The first part of Hanna & Jack’s Story
Pure smut. As the cloud catches up to them, Jack dives deeper into their fantasies, starting with making her phone call home more than a little difficult.
Includes M/F, D/s, Fingering, Toys, Anal, Orgasm Denial, Double Penetration
By the time they stepped into Jack’s apartment, Hanna was nearly delirious with desire. Every step she took she pressed her legs together to keep the egg from slipping out, feeling the plug shifting in her tight rear passage. She would gladly do anything just to be allowed to orgasm, but Jack had ordered her to stop begging halfway back to Silverspell. Climbing the stairs had been particularly difficult for her and amusing for Jack. Neither noticed the thin, white mist trailing up the steps behind them. With the door shut behind them, he finally turned off the eggs.
“Poor thing. I can’t imagine how horny you have to be right now.” Jack cooed, pulling her into his arms.
“Yes, Sir.” If she said anything more, she’d start begging again.
“Just think, now you have to call your Mom. Maybe I should let you have just one little orgasm first. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir, very much.”
“Alright. Lay down on the floor, legs nice and wide. Pull your tank top down so I can see those pretty tits, too.”
Hanna hurried to obey.
“Good girl. I love how eager and obedient you are.”
Jack pressed against the base of the butt plug with the tip of his foot. Hanna whimpered and pressed down on his foot, the sensation of the toy shifting inside her tight passage driving her wild with desire.
“Nice and full, too.”
Jack turned the eggs back on, watching the one on her clit wiggle more and more under the tape holding it in place the higher up he turned them. He watched her closely, wanting to be certain she had one and only one orgasm. In a matter of moments, Hanna was writhing on the ground, nearly screaming as relief hit.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me, Hanna.” Jack urged, smiling. She was unbelievably gorgeous in her current state. “Alright, that’s all for now.”
Hanna whined quietly when he suddenly turned the toys off again, but she knew better than to beg. Crouching in between her legs, Jack pressed two fingers inside her pulsing core and removed the egg that had been lodged there since leaving the sex store. It was all Hanna could do to not hump his hand. Setting the toy aside, Jack stood, pulled her phone from her purse, and moved to sit on the couch, pulling out his cock. Hanna eyed it hungrily.
“Come here, little girl. Crawl over here and climb up.”
Hanna rolled over and crawled towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Placing one hand on either side of his legs, she slowly lifted herself up, brushing her breasts against his erection.
“Actually, stand up and turn around. I want your back to me.”
Jack offered her a hand to steady herself, which Hanna gladly accepted. On shaking legs, she stood and turned, adjusting so his legs were between hers. With his hands on her waist to support her, Hanna lowered herself onto his manhood. The plug still filling her bottom made her pussy even tighter, his girth causing her to ache as it pressed against the toy through her thin inner wall.
“So fucking tight!” Jack growled in her ear once she’d taken all of him. “How’s that feel with that big toy up your ass, little girl?”
“It hurts a little, Sir, but it feels good too.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I love how tight your cunt is with your ass stuffed.” Jack reached down and pressed on the base of the plug. “I think I should make you wear this on our next date, too.”
“Yes, please, Sir! I love being full like this.” Hanna murmured, leaning back against his chest.
“I bet you do, slut. I remember how you begged for it in both holes on the bus. Now, you have a phone call to make.”
Jack handed over her phone, smirking. Hanna stared at it for a moment, wondering how she was going to pull this off. Of course, if she didn’t, it meant she’d have to go home very soon and he could easily choose to leave her painfully aroused. Taking a deep breath, Hanna pulled up her Mom’s number and hit dial, thankful that she answered after only a couple of rings.
“Hi, honey. You and Ally having a good time?” Her mother answered.
“Hey Mom. Yeah, we are. It’s been too long since we really hung out.”
“Well, you’ve been busy studying.”
Jack took her breasts in his hands, squeezing lightly and running his thumbs over her pert nipples. Hanna bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Yeah. Hey, we were thinking of making a night of it. Do some studying together, maybe watch a movie. Would it be ok if I stayed at her place tonight?”
Jack lightly pinched one nipple, then the other and Hanna had to clamp her hand over her mouth to remain quiet.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Come on, Mom, please?”
“Well, I guess it is the weekend.”
One of Jack’s hands trailed down her toned stomach to between her legs, pressing on the egg still taped over her aching clit. Hanna shuddered, her muscles clamping down on his cock.
“Alright. You can stay over.”
Hanna rolled her eyes at her Mother’s patronizing tone. It was ridiculous they were still having conversations like this.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be home sometime tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”
Hanna hung up before her Mom could say anything else, knowing her tendency to drag calls out forever. Behind her, Jack chuckled.
“You naughty little slut, calling your Mom while I’ve got my cock buried inside you.”
Hanna giggled and blushed.
“Yes, Sir.”
They felt it at the same time, the tell-tale coolness as the mist found them, swirling up their legs. Hanna glanced back over her shoulder at him.
“You know what naughty little girls like you get, Hanna?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing as the effects of the mist began to hit him.
“What’s that, Sir?”
“Stand up. You’re about to find out.”
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For more from Hanna’s story, check out the links below!
Pop Goes The Cherry
Claiming Hanna
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Training Hanna
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
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