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Mean and Scary (NSFW)

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Summary: Chrissy wonders if there is something wrong with her. The thought of her dearly beloved Eddie being "mean and scary” is something that’s been shuffling in her mind for some time. It’s an idea that turns her on and she wants to discuss it with him. Will the Dungeon Master adhere to his Queen’s unusual request?

All Eddie cared about was Chrissy, his music, and working at the auto shop. They worked and saved up their money, hoping to move out of their small town, but things were a bit harder than they expected. Laura had found out about the two of them six months after graduation and made sure to cut off financial help to Chrissy; just another way for her to show her “motherly support.” The Munson household was always open to her and sure enough Chrissy took that opportunity and packed up what she needed to stay with Eddie and Wayne. Working her ass off at Enzo’s to save up for college and get the hell out of Hawkins, too. She didn’t need to answer to her mother anymore. All those threats of being kicked out meant nothing the moment she stepped out of her home with only a couple of suitcases. Laura proclaimed that she’d turn her room into a study and sell all of her belongings. So be it. She’d rather be amongst those who cared for her than be surrounded by material goods that were only there to compensate for lack of motherly love. Chrissy never looked back, even when Laura screamed that she was dead to her from the doorway.

Things were emotional, she never would have imagined that her own mom would say something so horrible. All her life she put on a brave face and took everything that was thrown at her. Not with Eddie, never with him. As soon as she walked into the trailer with her stuff she fell to her knees and broke down. Eddie never left her side that night, holding her close and rocking her gently as his own tears tumbled down his face. He knew that familiar feeling of being ostracized and unwanted all too well by both his family and from peers. Wayne accepted her and gladly offered her whatever she needed, letting them both know that he could stay at a friend’s house so they could be alone. Chrissy wanted him to stay and for once in her life she had a pleasant dinner where there was warmth and laughter. She was free and she was truly happy.

Eddie and Chrissy were finally able to be together, no more hiding or pretending. They held hands as they walked around the mall, sat together at restaurants, spent time at the community pool, and went on dates to the movies. They saw anything that seemed interesting: science fiction, action, romance, dramas, and animated films. However there was one film in particular that caught her eye: 9½ Weeks. A group of women had spoken about it during her shift at Enzo’s one evening, describing how incredibly interested they were in the dynamic between the characters John and Elizabeth. How he was able to make her feel so free and satisfied, while she felt so shameless during her short tryst with the mysterious man. Chrissy’s comprehension of domination and submission was only ever depicted in a negative light. That the kinds of people who were sick in the head were interested in willingly turning to someone that would use them, abuse them, and get off on it. She never questioned why it was so despised, she simply accepted that only a twisted person would engage in such unholy acts of sexual pleasure.

Chrissy wasn’t so sure what compelled her to watch it: Was it because she found both leads attractive? Did the prospect of the story intrigue her? Or was it perhaps that maybe this would give her an idea as to what she wanted to try out with Eddie in the bedroom? This felt so different and almost criminal to see, even though she was already eighteen at the time. She lied to him and said that she was going to see a Rob Lowe romcom with friends that day, but she went alone and was hyper aware of the possibility of being seen by someone that knew her. Most of the high school seniors had moved out of Hawkins for college, traveled for the summer, or were too busy working themselves. At this point once a senior had graduated, no one really cared about their social status. All they cared about was surviving the four years of hell that is high school and then getting the fuck out of Dodge.

After seeing the film, Chrissy couldn’t help but think about the ways in which she and Eddie could mimic what was presented on screen, and make it their own as well. When she arrived home that day, Eddie had to run out and take care of some errands. Being all alone and filled with such amorous thoughts allowed Chrissy to indulge in her secret fantasies, hurrying to their shared bedroom and letting herself get lost. In her mind she imagined Eddie standing before her wearing a fine suit and she would be dressed in lingerie with a blindfold on. He would then lead her around the trailer with his handcuffs around her wrists and a collar around her neck. His hands would feel her nearly nude body as he whispered softly in her ear, telling her that she was beautiful, that he loved her, and what his intentions were. Stripping her of her lace garments and laying her down on the bed, the two of them would explore a world of ecstasy and excitement together. Suddenly her mind went to a slightly dark route, imagining her beloved Eddie calling her cruel names and showing a side of himself that only enhanced her orgasmic bliss.

She was too afraid to tell him any of this, scared that he would never speak to her, let alone look at her again. He may have been known as a “freak,” but he was as sweet as honey drizzled on ice cream. Their first time was gentle and slow, they got dressed up and drove out of Hawkins. Finding a small and quiet place to dine at, the two of them were strangers in a town where no one knew their names, and spending the night at a quaint little motel where they could finally enjoy themselves without the judgmental eyes of everyone back home. He was good to her, making sure that she was safe and comfortable. Eddie was in tune to her needs, looking at her face and listening to her voice. Asking her if they should slow down or just stop altogether. Whether Eddie realized it or not, having any sort of consideration for Chrissy’s feelings, body, and safety was the most beautiful thing he’s ever done for her.

He’s a nice man, yet she wanted him to be what she thought he was: Mean and scary. Was there something wrong with her? How is it that after so many years of being controlled and abused, she wanted this from her one and only? To be handled and objectified like she was nothing but a toy to him. Yet these fantasies that she had involving him were her own, no one else’s. She decided what he would do and how he would do it. Her basis of comparison may not have objectively been the best example, but it was the foundation to her thoughts and her feelings. Now all she had to do was have this conversation with him, and that was definitely going to be easier said than done.

The best time and place for this to happen would be at home when neither of them had to worry about typical responsibilities. It all happened one warm summer’s evening while Wayne was working late at the power plant. Chrissy and Eddie were enjoying their quiet evening eating take out while watching reruns of M*A*S*H. Even though she laughed at the antics of the medical professionals, her mind was focused on the subject matter that had been plaguing her. Once the show was over and their trash was thrown out, Chrissy found the courage to speak up. She told him about the film and how she had been thinking about wanting to try something different. How afraid she was to tell him about it and her anxious thoughts about how he would see her, confessing that she believed that he would break up with her. To Chrissy’s surprise, Eddie was actually okay with practicing domination and submission, admitting that he wished that they could have seen the movie together; mentioning that he chose to see it himself and never told her as well. The conversation was a long one, talking well past midnight about their feelings, their wants, and desires. As well as admitting that they did not know where to start or who to turn to about any of this.

Steve was the last person they would have consulted, not because of his track record, but his idea of love and sex were very linear; not a bad thing, it’s what he was into. Nancy and Jonathan were a little too busy with their lives and careers that sex was put on hold for the time being. Argyle had some ideas, but his tangents went some place else in more ways than one. Billy was off limits, it would be a cold day in hell before they ever seeked him for advice about any of that. There was no way that they would turn to Joyce or Hopper about this, it’s not that they didn’t like them, but hearing the two of them talk about intimacy was like listening to your parents explain the “birds and bees.” Plus everything that they said was confusing and contradictory, and it sounded more like an argument than advice. There was Murray, but the last time either of them spoke to him he pretty much analyzed them like they were in couple’s therapy with a big old smile across his smug face.

The only person left to turn to was Robin and to their surprise she was familiar with this topic actually. Her and Vickie left Hawkins for an entire summer after senior year, a little traveling, sightseeing, and going wherever the road took them.

Robin felt a little calmer and very happy about how things turned out. Romance and sex were difficult to navigate or even consider for that matter. Having someone as patient and understanding like Vickie helped her immensely. She felt safe with her and she even made some interesting discoveries about what she enjoyed, what made her and her girlfriend feel good, and what she didn’t want. Her thoughts and feelings regarding domination and submission were similar to Chrissy’s, that only sick people engaged in it. With time and small steps going into it, Robin didn’t feel guilty or see herself in a bad light. Communication and trust were key. In the beginning phases of their exploration, Robin noted that trial-and-error was another important factor as well. She also mentioned that there was nothing wrong with saying no to something even if you’ve never tried it before.

Things were certainly awkward to say the least when Eddie and Chrissy started to have discussions about it. He wasn’t exactly the “mean and scary” guy that others believed him to be and she felt that she over shared her thoughts. Just talk things out and try it in small steps, which they did and again it was weird. Starting off with putting a blindfold around her was simple enough, but not seeing her eyes was strange for him because he loved to gaze into them. Chrissy keeping her arms at her side as he teased and went down on her was nearly impossible because she needed to grab his hair and he loved it when she pulled his curls. Spanking seemed excessive because Eddie would never lay his hands on her like that, apologizing after each gentle strike. Maybe this was a bad idea and perhaps it was better that she never brought this up, Eddie didn’t think so. With time, effort, and trust, the process became a little easier for them.

One Saturday morning, Chrissy woke up to an empty bed finding an envelope at her bedside table. Inside was a letter and a small bundle of cash.

Dear Chrissy, I have some things that I need to take care of today. I want you to go out and get yourself something nice at the mall, you deserve it. Meet me at the bench in the forest at 3 pm and don’t be late.

-Eddie Munson

P.S. Don’t spend all of your money, sweetheart.

P.S.S. The safe word is red.

She searched around the stores and bought herself a few tops. With the little bit of money that she had left, she decided to get herself a bottle of perfume, getting lost in the sea of different samples provided to her. As she paid for her new fragrance, her eyes wandered to the clock behind the counter and her heart practically stopped. The hands read 2:37 pm, and it would take her a good thirty minutes to get back to town, assuming there wasn’t going to be any traffic at this time. She was so fucked.

The bus finally made its way to the stop closest to the high school, Chrissy clutched onto her items and sprinted through the area like a madwoman. The one day she didn’t bring her watch with her had to be this day. The forest was dead ahead, taking a moment to slow down and walk through the area like she had done just a few years before on that fateful day. There was Eddie taking a drag of his cigarette, the stick was nearly halfway finished when she looked at him. He simply stood there, those eyes of his were filled with disappointment.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to finally show up,” he callously noted. Eddie looked over his watch, tutting his tongue, “You’re late.”

Her heart sank, “Eddie, I lost track of time and I just wanted to get some perfume and-”

“Shut up.”

She gasped, unsure of how she could process what he just told her. He’s never told her to shut up, not once.

He let the smoke billow out from his flared nostrils, the light was snuffed out on the old wooden table. Eddie towered over her leading her back against a great tree, “Now, when I tell you to be here at 3, that’s what I expect. I don’t like to have my time wasted, sweetheart.”

She gulped, feeling an unusual tension between her thighs, her heart rate rising. Her eyes followed his ringed hand when he held her chin, “Eddie?”

He gently held her chin, pecking her forehead, “The safe word is ‘red’ babe. Remember we can stop anytime.” After she nodded, his jaw tensed up, “Did you spend all of your money?”

Her eyebrows clenched together, her mind referring back to his writing, eyes widening when it came back to her before she let out a defeated sigh.

That wasn’t a good enough answer to him, “Well?”

She whispered, “N-No, I… I didn’t spend all of it. I have a little bit left. I- I think.”

He leaned in closer, the smell of tobacco and cheap cologne were prevalent, his tone still so condescending, “You think?”

She shook her head, “No.”

“No, what?” He squished her jaw, “Come on, tell me the truth.”

She held her breath for a moment, audibly gulping and looking away from him. She whimpered, “Eddie…”

He wasn’t having it, his voice still low and unimpressed, “Chrissy, say it. Now.”

Her eyes looked into his, clenching her thighs, “I spent the money you gave me, all of it.”

A little smirk tugged at his lips, “I figured you would, you selfish, spoiled brat. Now, what do we say when we do something wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” Chrissy whispered, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Sorry for what?”

She gulped, “I’m sorry for spending all of the money and being late, I’m sorry, Eddie.”

Eddie caught on to those little movements of hers, chuckling cruelly, “That’s my girl. My sweet, honest girl.” He brought her over to the table, firmly seating her down upon the bench. He stood behind her, slamming his trusty business lunchbox upon the surface, causing her to jump. He then presented a little bag of substance, his voice as cruel as ever, “See this? What’s in here is what I gave to you this morning. This one little sandwich bag here.” Eddie let it drop to the table, “And today you showed me that money means nothing to you.”

Her heart continued to beat faster, the pulsation between her legs becoming just a bit stronger. She nervously licked her lips, “Yes, Eddie.”

He leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head and he returned into the shadows of his mind.

His fingers played with her locks, sweetly caressing her cheeks, “Oh sweet, simple Chrissy. You know that times are tough now and we can’t be stupid with our finances.” One hand reached down to feel along her slender neck, not so subtly pressing his hardening jean clad erection against her back. “You’re gonna have to make up for what you’ve done.”

“I- I- I do?” Chrissy couldn’t hold back her moan, especially when he let his long fingers slide into her top, “Ed-Eddie… ooh…”

His mind continued to take notes, baring his toothy grin, “Are you actually getting turned on by this?” His hand continued downward to cop a feel, his voice like a low growl, “You like it when I bully you, don’t you, princess?”

Her face was as pink as her lip gloss, her mind screamed for more, but she shook her head instead, “You’re mean!”

He teased her breast, fingers capturing and tugging her nipple, while he nuzzled his nose into her hair, “Mean? You think I’m mean?” Eddie snickered with evil delight, “Are you scared of me?”

Chrissy could feel her skin warming up, the wetness within her seeping onto her underwear, she couldn’t let herself give in, not to him. “Ye- No! No, I’m not scared of you!”

She was suddenly turned around, both of her cheeks were held firmly between his calloused fingers, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that again.”

No answer from her, but based on the size of her pupils she was frightened and very turned on, although she would not admit to it. Chrissy stared into those beautiful and dastardly eyes, filled with nothing but ill intentions.

“Turn around and flip that purple skirt up little missy,” he whispered.

Chrissy’s eyes widened, what on earth was he going to do to her in broad daylight? She didn’t have the strength in her to run away and so she did as she was told. The cool air made her shiver, her nearly exposed rear was all his, of course there was the matter of what his plan was. She placed both of her arms on the table, looking over her shoulder at the smug expression across his face. His arms were crossed and his pants were still zipped up, his eyes followed the little curves of her ass. His hands proceeded to trace the shape, the sides felt so smooth and squishy in his palms. Chrissy wasn’t sure what to expect, but she kinda liked how nice he was being to her; that did not last long. Before she could even say his name, she found herself gasping and squealing at the sensation of her underwear getting pulled up.

A wedgie? A fucking wedgie in the middle of the forest? Eddie tugged and held on, making sure to get a good look of her backside and very good view of her lower lips bulging out from the material. This was so humiliating and yet the way her panties rubbed her clitoris felt so right, knowing very well that Eddie was listening and watching her reactions.

He reached down and touched her pussy lips, loving how she squirmed, “That’s my good, little slut. You love it when I’m mean and scary, don’t you?” One smack across her rear and then another one, “You love to be used by me, don’t you?”

She scratched at the table, “Y-Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I love to be used!” she groaned, arching her hips for more, soon receiving more attention with his big hand. “Oh Eddie! Oh Eddie! More!”

More would come, but not here. Eddie hoisted Chrissy up and over his shoulder, giving her butt another playful smack before he took her over to his van. Her face was red and droplets of sweat began to form, loose strands of strawberry blonde locks stuck to her face, and she did her best to sit down comfortably. Behind those ocean blue eyes was that familiar glint of want, but this was a different kind of need; this was the kind that begged for this sort of treatment to continue.

Still Eddie had to be sure, “How you holding up?”

She simply spread her legs, her thighs and cotton centerpiece were slick, her voice breathy, “More, Eddie.”

He pecked her forehead sweetly, his demeanor soon changing back, his insult coated in venom, “Spoiled brat.” Eddie proceeded to remove her pink bra after unbuttoning her sky blue blouse down to her rib cage before placing the keys into the ignition. He started the car and kept his eyes on the road ahead, “Keep those fucking panties on, doll face, and don’t even think about fixing them. Got it?”

She simply smiled and nodded, “Yes, Eddie.” Chrissy started to let her hand wander, but was denied.

The grip on her wrist was a strong one, “Don’t touch yourself. Only I can do that. Understand?”

“Yes, Eddie,” she answered back, her hands resting upon her thighs.

The car ride felt like a long one, Eddie made sure to take an alternative route that was less stable than the main road. From the corner of his eye he watched her squirm and wriggle each time the car bumped around, Chrissy could feel her wedged up panties touching her in the best ways possible. Her small breasts tumbled and jiggled in her open blouse, the cold air from the AC was aimed directly at her chest and her puckered nipples poked through the material. She groaned when Eddie reached out to touch one, pulling and rubbing it over her shirt. Loving how she squirmed in her seat, causing her bundled up undergarments to rub against her even more. How is it that this man had only barely touched her and she was more than ready to give in? She wasn’t so sure, all she wanted was him and she simply couldn’t wait to know what he planned to do to her.

Back at Castle Munson, Eddie was still the gentleman when it came to opening the passenger door and holding the trailer door for her as well. As soon as they were both out of sight, his dark side returned, smiling at her current state of rising arousal.

Eddie’s eyes examined her, prowling around like a wolf ready to chow down. “Jesus Christ, just look at you. Do you honestly leave the house like that? It’s like you want everyone in Hawkins to know that you’re a slut.” He pushed her back to the wall, “Maybe I should do that. Tell everyone in this shit hole town that their precious former Queen is nothing but a dirty slut.”

She quickly averted her eyes, sniffling back her fear, she couldn’t let him see that she was vulnerable.

Even when he attempted to sound sympathetic, he was still so patronizing, “Aww, don’t cry, baby.” His thumb swiped away her tears, “Come here.” He held her in a sweet embrace, patting the back of her head as she sniveled into his jacket. “Look at me Chrissy, there we go.” His scheming smile and heated eyes bore into her, looking into her easily corruptible soul.

She sounded so kind to his ears, even when she was afraid, “Eddie, please don’t tell anybody that.”

He played with the scraggly hairs on his chin, “Hmm, I might be able to reconsider, on one condition.”

“Yes anything,” she begged as she held onto his shirt.

Eddie held her chin up until she was eye to eye with him, “We’re gonna play a little game, Chrissy. The rules are simple, do whatever I say, and we’ll forget that this whole thing happened.”

“What about the money?”

He rolled his eyes as he let out a harsh laugh, “You’re so cute when you’re clueless. Don’t you see what we’re doing? You obviously spent it all, and you’re gonna have to pay me back with your body. Now take off your top and show me those perky tits.”

Chrissy’s hands trembled as she finished what he started, just a few buttons were left untouched; sliding the blouse from her shoulders and closing her eyes ready to take what he threw her way.

“Fuck, they’re perfect,” he groaned, both of his hands handling them to his liking. “Perfect shape and size,” he continued as he squeezed her and licked his lips, her flesh changing and morphing in accordance with his busy hands.

Chrissy grabbed at the wallpaper, craning her head back as Eddie’s plump lips captured her nipple. Hard and fast suckling emerged from that hungry mouth of his, his wet tongue flicked and swirled her teat. His hands traveled down her body, swiftly removing her skirt and once again pulling at her stretched up panties. One hand was busy tightly gripping her rear while the other teased her protruding labia, reaching just beneath the fabric to press her sensitive clitoris.

“Oh fuck! Oh Eddie!” Chrissy cried out, knees starting to shake.

Eddie released her tight nipple with a wet pop, “You’re enjoying this a little too much, sweetheart. Good, but I think I’ve been a little too easy on you.” His tattooed hands gripped the cotton undergarments, his eyes focusing on her tipsy face as she watched with amazement at his ability to rip her panties apart like it was made of tissue paper. “Well, well, well, so the carpet does match the drapes. Shit, so look fucking appetizing babe. So wet…” One finger plunged into her, inspecting her weeping crevice, “… and so tight.”

His single digit curled and motioned all around, all Chrissy could do was respond in nothing but moans and mewls. One finger getting her at just the right spot, making her beg, only for the wonderful sensation to suddenly stop and then start again. Chrissy would find herself riding a short wave of pleasure before it abruptly ceased, the intensity increasing when Eddie added in a second finger. Her inner walls tightened around his thick digits, all manner of electric signals shooting from her pussy throughout the rest of her body. They felt as strong as they were erotic. Normally she loved being filled by him, but this felt much more invasive, yet she fully accepted this tactile teasing.

“Eddie… Eddie…” she cooed, feeling out of breath.

Eddie’s fingers were coated in Chrissy’s essence, rubbing them along her belly and up to her mouth. Placing them between her lips and smirking when she began to suck on them. He didn’t even have to give her the order, she knew what was to be done because she was obedient; he was proud of her for that. Eddie could feel his cock twitching the harder she sucked, grabbing her hand and placing it on his crotch.

“This is what you do to me, Chrissy.” His fingers inched in a little deeper, causing her to whimper and gag, lines of saliva spilling from the sides of her mouth. “You’re the reason I’m like this. Every time you wore that cheer uniform, it only made me want you more.”

Chrissy could finally breathe when he removed his digits, shutting her watery eyes tightly as she coughed. When she came to her senses again, Eddie cradled her face.

He was worried, “What’s your color, Chrissy?”

She offered him a reassuring smile, “Green.”

He pecked her forehead, breathing in her scent for just a moment. She felt safe with him and she needed more; he would oblige. He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into his room. She felt something lightly touch her back and then plummet to the floor. Her eyes widened at the sight of her old uniform. She knew what was coming next, but she wanted to hear it from him.

“Put it on.” He waved his finger, “No, not in the bathroom, right here.”

Those eyes of his examined the way she bent and moved around. He eased the tension in his jeans by rubbing himself, making sure to spread his thighs so that Chrissy could see him. Her scrunchie was the last piece to put on, her hair placed into a less than professionally done looking ponytail. Eddie didn’t care, he just loved to see her in that outfit. She filled it out a bit more and she could certainly feel the sensation of her skin right up against the material. In the past she would have felt so embarrassed, but today she liked how healthier her body felt and looked. She couldn’t wait to be ravaged and he couldn’t wait to please her.

With a snap of his fingers, she went right to the ground. Eddie curled his pointer, “Here kitty kitty, come here.”

Chrissy slowly crawled to him, batting those pretty eyelashes of hers. Her slick essence had dribbled down her legs, causing her to shiver as the cool air embraced her backside. She kneeled before him, those precious blue eyes gazing into the ferocious brown eyes. He smoothly swiped her lip gloss and sampled it. How is it that the word “strawberry” could sound so sexy was certainly beyond comprehension. Regardless of that, the growled word made her hips shimmy. Eddie proceeded to stand and remove his belt, looking back every now and then at the woman with the trance-like stare. Noticing the way her fingers dug into her skirt, impatiently bunching up the fabric.

If it was possible to be both a grower and shower, then Eddie Munson checked off both of those boxes. Chrissy could sense her pussy pulsating and clenching around nothing. Please, oh god, please tell her to “take a seat” in his lap. The choice given to her wasn’t the one that she telepathically begged for, but it was one that she would happily take. Her jaw was already opened wide before Eddie ordered her to do so, he chuckled at her eagerness.

His condescending tone was delightful to her ears, “Aww, does my good girl want to have her pretty mouth filled? My little cocksucking cheerleader wants me to stuff her- Oh fuck!”

Chrissy couldn’t handle another speech, she needed him between her lips. Going down and filling herself up made her heart happy, but he wasn’t going to have it. She whimpered when he very roughly pulled her roots. Suddenly gasping when he smacked her ass.

“No! You don’t have a choice. Only I get to choose for you.” He squished her face, “Understand?”

No amount of eyelash fluttering could save her now. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“What are you sorry for?”

She sighed, “For sucking your cock before you told me to.”

His face was still scrunched in anger, barely softening up after her apology. The grip on her scalp never loosened, guiding her down slowly until she engulfed him inch by inch. Chrissy remembered their signal that they always had: Two slaps on his thigh if she couldn’t handle it anymore. Both of his hands held her in place, keeping her down and in control. She whined around him, the vibration making him twitch. He barely motioned her mouth, having her rise and fall at his pace and his pace alone. Chrissy could feel her throat tingling and tightening up. She’s gone down on him before but never all the way, only receiving very brief moments of relief before he stuffed her again. Eddie’s mind took photo after photo of her like this, permanently etching this moment into his memory bank; he’ll use it well.

Despite her falling tears and the heated sensation in her throat, Chrissy never gave him the signal. She wanted this, she needed this. This side of Eddie restricting her, while still being so attentive, made her whole body float. Her mind screamed for him to keep going, toes curling in her sneakers as she tried to find some form of gratifying relief. She was not told to touch herself, there was nothing but carpet below her and she could not bend down to reach it.

Finally Eddie started to move her head along his shaft, giving her a chance to breathe before bringing her back. Moving her slowly and steadily around him, his gripping fingers freeing her long locks. Chrissy tested the waters by placing a hand on his thigh, no reaction from him. She leaned in closer and rested both hands on his thighs as she began to suck him off the way she wanted to. Closing her eyes and humming around his veiny cock, adoring the scent of his musk and the way he played with her hair. There it was, his gentle smile that he gave her when he was proud of her. Obviously he struggled a bit to praise her efforts, craning his head back and shutting his eyes as he let himself get lost in those princess pink lips.

As much as he loved this wonderful blowjob, he couldn’t finish yet. Her adorable little protests made his “cruel” heart sing, offering instead to paint her lovely lips with his personal glossy lipstick. He stood above her once more, commending her ability before removing the remainder of his clothing. His body was lean, a bit of muscle developing along his arms. His newer tattoos upon his arms and torso had come in so nicely, framing him like the incredible piece of art that he was. Unfortunately she couldn’t enjoy him for very long when he threw her onto the mattress. Eddie was quick to top her, quietly shushing her and making sure that she was not allowed to adjust her uniform. Her belly was exposed and her skirt was centimeters away from presenting her garden to him.

Eddie bent down to lick her pretty, pudgy stomach, squeezing it hard as his lips softly embraced it. He may have been in the role of a bully, but he would never ever make fun of her weight. He just wanted to love every part of her, albeit in a more cruel manner, for now. Her yelp of surprise made his heart pound when he bit her stomach, pulling away slowly before addressing her.

“Aww, did I hurt you, baby doll? Do you want me to kiss it better? Hmm?” He asked with a pouty lip before laughing.

Her voice hardly went above a whisper, “Yes.”

Jesus fucking Christ that sugary voice of hers was the most beautiful sound in the world. He loved to hear her make those delicate whimpers and mewls, but he needed her to be loud.

However he still had an important responsibility to uphold, “Color?”

“Still green,” she answered him honestly.

“Are you sure?”

Her finger played with her puckered up mouth as she smiled, “Yes. I promise to say it when I need to.”

Eddie had to kiss her, not just any old kiss. The kind of kiss that showed how much he cared for her. That he would do anything and everything to keep her safe and to please her. A kiss that said, “I trust you.”

Eddie reached into his bedside drawer, bringing out and dangling the safe pair of restraints in front of her. Robin and Vickie had recommended these in particular. The cuffs were filled with a soft and durable cushion for someone’s wrists, that way there would be no risk of cut off circulation. Plus they had to be adjusted with a short belt instead of using and possibly losing a key, lessening the chances of having to explain why Chrissy was handcuffed to Eddie’s bed. She held up her wrists, watching with intrigue as he fastened her in, asking her how it felt before adjusting it to her liking; placing a nice plush pillow under her head. Chrissy looked at his handiwork, her eyes taking in every detail of how her wrists were positioned in place. Her separated arms made her appear so christlike and Eddie would gladly worship his Goddess Divine trapped in mortal flesh. Just one more kiss before asking her again, she was still green.

“Just look at you, little Miss Popular all chained up to the freak’s bed,” he scoffed as he gave her breasts a mean squeeze. “You’re supposed to be at the ‘big championship game’ right now. Cheering on those stupid, fucking meatheads while they toss balls into laundry baskets.”

There were hardly any thoughts behind those sparkling eyes anymore, all she could do was nod. His voice was like a flame and she was the moth more than ready to be engulfed by him. She couldn’t wait, her legs instinctively spreading wide open. Eddie looked over his shoulder, admiring the intoxicating display of skin, hair, and cum. He reached over and gathered up a delicious helping of her ambrosia, lubricating himself slowly just inches away from her face. His filthy hands pushed up her sporty top, returning to her bare tits once again. Chrissy witnessed with astonishment as Eddie managed to take her small breasts and push them around his erection. Fucking her slowly and intimately, half lidded eyes on her face as he let her gorgeously soft skin grope him. Chrissy never knew he enjoyed this, writing a note in her mind to get herself some push up bras for next time.

“Fuck, fuck, God your fucking tits are amazing,” he groaned, snickering as he dialed her nipples. “Yeah you like that you dumb bitch.” He pinched them a little harder, nibbling his bottom lip when she screamed, “Sensitive little crybaby aren’t ‘cha?”

She pulled at her restraints, fingernails digging into her palms, “Eddie! Fuck me, Eddie!”

He grasped her cheeks, “Open up. Stick out your tongue.”

A pathetically throaty groan escaped her mouth, her eyebrows arching together when she watched him purse his princely pink lips. A glob of fresh saliva emitted and dangled above, landing and sliding quickly down her needy tongue. She’s been so good to him, he decided to offer her another taste, this time really emphasizing the act of spitting into her mouth. If her apex wasn’t already puckered enough from arousal, Eddie would see to it that she would certainly be filled. She waited as she watched the most beautiful nude man in her life crawl between her awaiting and trembling thighs. He let his tongue hang low, a long line of saliva landed on her labia. One tender and very slow swipe was all it took for her to let out the loudest moan he’s ever heard from her. His tongue was flat and moistened to perfection thanks to her nectar, never wanting to waste a single drop. Laying her thighs down flat, opening her enough for him to really let his appendage drill into her weeping hole. Poor little Chrissy had nowhere to go: Sweating bullets, crescent moons appearing on her palms, and hips held down into the mattress.

She could hear that bullying tone of his against her pussy, “Good girl, mmm. Baby girl. Mmm, cum for me. Cum for me.”

She begged, no, desperately pleaded for more time, “I- I- I don’t wanna cum! Not yet!”

That earned her another hard twist to her nipples, pinching and pulling them, his ears savoring her yowls. Whether it was the intensity of his exploring tongue or the harshness of his calloused fingers, Chrissy ended up cumming hard in Eddie’s famished mouth. A powerful stream of her lusciousness surged from her into his throat, along her skirt, and upon their bed. Her screams were silenced when he pushed his dribbling cock into her, her mouth still agape, a barely audible whine could be heard as he began to hump her. He was unforgiving and senseless, his mind and his mouth were beginning to lose connection. Eddie could not conjure up any more insults to hurl at her. If he wanted the whole fucking town to know that Chrissy Cunningham was letting her big, bad bully fuck her into submission, then it was easier done than said.

Eddie held onto the railing of his headboard, giving himself the chance to really give it to her. His cock and her pussy were pleasing the two of them at just the right spots. Seeing Eddie from this angle drenched with sweat, long locks of hair spilling along his marvelous shoulders, his eyes struggling to stay open, and his muscles tightening up was better than any porno that they ever watched together. God she was unbelievable, her skin glowing, eyes trying to watch him as well, body trembling in pleasure, and wailing until every square inch of their room was covered in her screams. The whole trailer, perhaps even the entire town must have felt the extreme vibrations of their love making.

Her voice sounded so shaken, “Ed- Eddie… cum… gonna cum. P-Please!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking cum!” He grunted, giving her whatever was left until, “Oh shit! Oh fuck!”

Earth brown gazed into ocean blue, never breaking contact when the orgasms hit; as if a rope holding onto a great big anvil had finally snapped. Pounding down on them as wave after wave of immeasurable lustful forces crushed them. Eddie hurried to release her from her bondage, keeping himself from falling on top of her only to suddenly feel the strength of her strong arms hold him tightly. Their tongues lazily lathered their lips, hot bodies rolling about upon the soaked sheets, heavy breathing emerging from flared nostrils. She laid her head on his slowly rising and falling chest, listening to the soft sound of his beating heart.

He curled a lock of her hair, “How do you feel, Chrissy?”

She smiled against his breast, “Happy. Tired.”

“Was it too much?”

She couldn’t stop her giggles, her little feet rhythmically hitting the mattress, “No, baby. I loved it.”

God she was truly the light of his dumb and pathetic existence, “You did?” Asking from a place of worry, but also hope.

She stopped nibbling his skull and snake tattoo, “Mmhm. You were fucking fantastic! You were so mean to me, I really loved it.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, “Okay, good. Because I really thought I was scaring you.”

“Well, yeah you did.” She hurried to explain when his eyes widened, “But it was just pretend Eddie! I was only pretending to be afraid.”

“I know, I just want to be sure.”

She leaned up to kiss the tip of his cute nose, “Eddie, thank you. For everything. For giving me a home, a better life, and your love.”

He looked away trying to swipe at his tears, she kissed them away. He felt truly dreadful, but he knew that deep down that she could put her full trust and safety into him. Chrissy had an idea, a story that she wanted the two of them to follow. With his campaigning skills and her eye for performance, they made it work.

This was only the beginning.

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Mama, You’re the Perfect Size (NSFW) - 90s Mechanic!Eddie x Chrissy

The prompt that won the NSFW prompt poll was: 90s!Mechanic Eddie x Chrissy. Hope you all enjoy this.

Thank you to @a-strange-inkling for letting me share some of the work with you.

Summer of 1994 was a hot one in the state of Indiana that year. Air conditioners were turned up, the community pool was always busy, and the movie theater presented nothing but hit films practically every month. Chrissy and Eddie were preoccupied with their jobs as always after graduating in ‘86. When Chrissy had proudly admitted that she was dating Eddie, the whole town wasn’t quite sure what to make of such news. For one thing, much of the school believed that Eddie had placed some kind of curse on her (a stupid rumor started up by Jason). There was no curse, the only magic that existed was their love. Well love wasn’t going to pay the bills and that was especially true when Laura had cut off Chrissy’s fundings. That money was going to be used for college, well it was more like a planned out wedding for her and Jason honestly. Chrissy didn’t want to take that route, she wanted to pursue higher education, a career, start her own business; anything that didn’t involve these expectations that have been placed on her from a young age.

Chrissy took up waitressing at Enzo’s, the hours were long and her feet usually hurt, but she came in with a determined attitude and was ready to start the day off on the right foot. The working life took time for her to adjust to, but at least now she could decide how well her uniform could fit her. There were no more classes, studying, cheer practice, or having to attend stupid parties where everyone drank and talked about how much money they had. In the real world, no one cared about popularity, it was all about acquiring skills and utilizing them. Then when it was time to move up in a new position or even a new job, you’ll have experience that you can rely on. As for Eddie that period of adjustment took a little extra time.

He wasn’t really the kind of person who particularly liked the idea of sitting down for 8 hours to work at a desk or stand up to help someone find clothes at a store. He really needed something that involved using his hands and thankfully the auto garage was looking for someone. What Eddie knew about cars, he learned from his dad (although hot wiring wasn’t something that he would admit to) and from Uncle Wayne. He learned about the ins and outs of a vehicle, how to change a tire, check the oil, and so much more. Still he had much more to learn and he was willing to try.

Their working hours made spending time together a bit of a challenge. Sometimes there were nights when Chrissy didn’t come home until much later due to busy nights. Sometimes Eddie had to stay in and finish up an order, which would often take much longer than expected if he discovered that a customer’s vehicle had more than just one issue. One evening Chrissy unlocked the trailer door to find Eddie splayed out on the couch. He was still in his uniform and there were old grease stains on his cheeks. After placing their take out on the countertop, she caressed his sleeping face and touched the newly developing facial hair above his lip. He must have told himself that he would take a quick nap before showering, but ended up going right to sleep. She pecked his mouth before waking him up, helping him over to the bathroom so he could take a nice hot shower.

As the water slowly started to heat up, she turned around and was met with quite an alluring sight that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. Eddie removed his blue coveralls to reveal his dirty white tank top and dark jeans. All that heavy lifting made his arms bulk up, the veins along his forearm becoming just a bit more prominent. He no longer had the form of a wild looking boy, but the body of a grown man.

He leaned in and sweetly kissed her lips, “Thank you Chrissy, I love you so much. I’m sorry I that I didn’t make dinner tonight.”

She was much too distracted by his natural scent mixed with motor oil, peering down his top to look at his chest. Now she was starting to understand why cleavage was so sexy, especially if said cleavage was covered in hair, sweat, and grease; and of course those sweet old tatties. She just wanted to tear off her uniform and take him right there in the shower, but she couldn’t do that to him. The man was tired and he needed to rest, have a bite of his greasy burger, and head straight to bed.

As the Fourth of the July was drawing near, many of Hawkins’ residents were gearing up to celebrate another year of independence at the fair. Establishments had to stock up on the usual: Food, drinks, propane, decorations, fireworks, and anything that was decorated in red, white, and blue. Certain places stayed open until the mid afternoon on that day, both of those places being Enzo’s and the autoshop. Chrissy had called Eddie earlier that day, asking if she could wait with him during the last hour of his shift. He was surprised, he figured that she would head home, change, and pick him up to head off to the festivities.

“Eddie, I um… I just need to talk with you about something,” she stated calmly, clenching her thighs as he spoke.

He felt his heart sink, “Oh, is everything alright? Did something happen at work?” His mind went back to everything that they said over the past few days, “Did I do something wrong?”

She was quick to reassure him, “No baby, I… I just need to see you later. Please.”

Eddie’s brow rose, he was concerned, “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound out of breath.”

“Oh, just uh… a little busy that’s all.” She turned around making sure her manager wasn’t around before cupping the receiver, speaking to him in that hushed tone of voice. “Are you going to be alone Eddie?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m usually the one that finishes up on the 4th. Most of these guys have families and kids to get to… and you know us,” he chuckled, but realized what he said must have sounded quite insulting. “Not that it’s a problem! I mean, only when we’re both ready sweetheart!”

Chrissy wasn’t paying to what he said, she just needed to hear that voice in her ear while feeling his body on top of her. “I’ll see you soon Edward. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Eddie stopped in his tracks after they hung up. Edward? She only calls him that when she’s upset or feeling a certain kind of way. She must have been mad about something. Why else would she call? Oh he was so fucked.

As for Chrissy, she couldn’t pinpoint where exactly these feelings were coming from. Was she ovulating? Was it the lack of time that they had for sex? Was she desperate? Did she possibly have a higher sex drive than she expected? Was it because Eddie Munson was a walking aphrodisiac? Whatever the case was, she needed him and badly. When her shift ended, Chrissy stepped into the bathroom and changed into something much more comfortable; putting on a little make up and giving herself a quick little up do. She may not have the supermodel look, but dammit she’d make it work! All she needed to put on was her overcoat, the heels would go on as soon as she parked at the garage.

Eddie worked away on the ‘67 Chevy Impala, laying flat on his back while blasting a little Led Zeppelin. Tapping his sneakers to Bonham’s drumming to when Trampled Under Foot played from the stereo speakers. Singing along to the lyrics as he finished up. He tried to keep his mind off of the worst case scenarios regarding Chrissy. Maybe it wasn’t anything bad. She could have gotten a promotion or a new job. Maybe her family, well Laura specifically, had a change of heart and offered to give them a little financial assistance. No, highly unlikely. For now, all he could focus on was the vehicle and his music.

Chrissy removed her sneakers and pulled up her stockings, spritzed her legs with a little perfume before putting on her black high heels. One deep breath and a quick check in the mirror. The 90s makeup look was the in and it was everywhere, but she preferred her blue shadow, light blush, and pink lipstick. The only 90s thing going for Chrissy was the choker necklace and her hair; as well as the little surprise beneath her large coat. As soon as she opened up the door, she could hear Plant’s erotic lyrics embracing her the way that Eddie’s voice did to her. She locked up the front door and confidently walked over to him. She peaked in to see him playing air guitar, waving his curly locks around the way he always did in a moment of musical passion. Chrissy tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, quickly turning around. He smiled at the sight of his beloved standing there with a beaming grin.

He quickly turned off the stereo and faced her, “Hey sweetheart! How was work today?”

She kept herself sounding as nonchalant as possible, “Busy as usual. How about you?”

He shrugged and offered her the same answer, “Same old, same old. Just working on this old Impala here. It’s in great condition actually. You don’t see many of these nowadays… I think.” Okay no time to talk shop, gotta focus on Chrissy, “Do you want anything? I can get you some water… um, I think the vending machine still has plenty of snacks left if you’re hungry.”

Oh she was hungry alright, but no amount of salty or sugary treats would be enough to satisfy her appetite. His eyes followed her fingers as she unbutton the top two buttons from her coat, her eyes firmly set on him.

Her tone shifted, breathy and a little bit deep, “Edward, I’ve got a little problem.”

His eyes looked at the little peek of soft lace. Snapping his eyes up when she cleared her throat. “Y-Yes.”

She batted her eyes slowly, flashing a playful smirk. “I’m afraid my car has been acting a bit odd lately.” Nothing from him, complete silence on his part; she giggled before speaking with an air of elegance and sensuality. “And I’m afraid I don’t have the money to pay for your services.” Another button unclasped, an exciting spark jolting through her mind when his jaw dropped; moving a bit of her coat to show more of her brassiere.

His coveralls and clothes felt so tight on him, “Holy shit babe.”

She caressed his lips with her finger, “I heard you’re the best mechanic in town, but I was hoping… maybe… I could pay in another way.” Her digit traced his skin from his chin to his cleavage, pulling his tank top down a bit to admire her man. She licked her lips, “How about we make a deal?”

Role playing, it was his goddamn bread and butter! In table top gaming, at conventions, during the Renaissance Faire, and in his love life. It took time to show Chrissy the ways they could use it when they were intimate, only if she felt comfortable. Taking on a character or perhaps allowing a different part of themselves to come forward. For Eddie, he often played the role of a rescuer, his own version of a knight in shining armor that would shower his Queen in nothing but adoration and worship. Over time he’s taken on a different role that he believed suited him very well: A submissive and obedient man that would do anything to satisfy the most important woman in his life.

He could easily get into that headspace when it was time for them to have their fun. Doing it at his place of work wasn’t something that he ever considered possible, but here there were. Logic told him to close up shop and tell Chrissy to give him a few minutes to clean up, but his more romantic and very amorous part of him said to stay put.

He played along, “Yes, Mrs. Cunningham, w-we can make a deal. What’s your offer?”

“Call me Chrissy.” She held his gloved hand, removing each encasing one by one as she spoke to him, “I was thinking that I could pay you with something else.” She admired the shape of his oiled and tattooed hands, “Something a little more personal.”

Eddie wasn’t sure if he wanted to drop down to his knees or tear her coat off! Still he continued, “Oh? And um… is your boyfriend okay with this?”

Her smirk grew, pulling down on his zipper, “Oh he doesn’t need to know.” Her hands traced the shape of his strong, broad shoulders. The scent of his body odor and motor oil wafting from him, “In fact, you remind me of him actually.”

He found some confidence within himself, speaking in a more sexual tone. “Oh yeah?”

He almost sounded pornographic, but this was no porno; this was the real deal.

She leaned in closer to him, “Yeah. Big dreamy eyes, dark curly hair, a handsome face, and a sexy body.” Chrissy helped him out of his uniform coveralls, tossing them aside so that she could admire the living work of art before her. Snapping one of the straps of his tank top, while her other hand lightly cupped the hard imprint in his jeans. “Ooh, same tool as him. I wonder if you can use it the way he does.”

Eddie groaned, pushing hips up as she cradled him. “Oh fuck… oh sweetheart.”

Her voice was so delectable, “What do you say Mr. Munson? Do we have a deal?”

There were no other matters going through his mind. All that mattered to him was Chrissy. “Call me Eddie.”

He hurried and removed the remainder of her coat, watching it slide down and pool around her heels. She looked absolutely incredible! A beautiful lingerie set with frills upon the cups and waistline, decorated with floral patterns. And a tiny sheer miniskirt that bloomed out like the flower print. He was about to remove his own clothing, but she placed a hand to his chest.

“No, keep it on.”

He looked down at himself and then to her, he felt like a gross barnyard animal compared to the elegant thoroughbred. “But Chrissy, look at me I’m filthy and I’ll ruin your underwear.”

She rolled her eyes, strutting her stuff as she laid across the hood of the Chevy. Suddenly his memories of seeing Tawny Kitaen pose across Coverdale’s cars were fading away. Chrissy batted her eyes, bending and stretching her shapely legs as she gave him the look. That one look was enough to make anyone fall under her spell. She undid her do and shook her head, pushing back her strawberry blonde locks away from her face and letting them rest upon her shoulders. She sat on the edge, crossing her legs as he walked to her. He still towered over her, but she had all of the power.

“Kiss me.”

It wasn’t a request, it was demand. An order that he followed with all his heart and his mouth. His hands held her hips tightly, grinding his jean cladded center upon her open thighs. She tasted divine, milk and honey all rolled up into one person. So hot and eager, so alluring and enchanting. Everything about her drove him crazy with need. A need to serve her, to protect her, and to love her in every way possible.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

She made her little adorable pout, “Eddie, come on.”

He picked her up, her legs holding on tightly to his stronger form as he took her over and placed upon another vehicle. “Not on the Chevy princess. That family has to pick it up tomorrow.” He patted the hood of the second car, his mischievous smirk growing, “Recognize this set of wheels?”

She turned around to examine it. Now while she wasn’t quite as much of an expert when it came to cars, seeing this one hit her like an anvil. Her eyes widened, unable to stop her own smile from appearing again, “This is Jason’s!”

He chuckled, he knew she’d love it, “Oh yeah. That asshole dropped by a couple of days ago commanding me and boys to see what the problem was. Kept calling us to see when it was ready and screamed like a fucking toddler when we told him that we were still working on it.” Eddie gave her ass a smack, “Well, looks like old Carver’s gotta wait a little longer.”

Chrissy squealed at the tactile contact of his spotted hand, “Eddie you’re such a bad boy!” She grabbed his other glove with her teeth and spat it out, flipping her hair dramatically and giving him bedroom eyes. Voice filled with passion, “Kiss me Edward!”

He followed up with a similar hair flip and seductive look in his eyes as well, “Yes my love!”

She attempted to unzip his jeans, but her efforts were thwarted. Instead Chrissy squealed loudly when Eddie buried his face into her neck, growling and roughly sucking on her flesh. Hands grasping at her supple form, painting her milky flesh in dark spots. She breathed him in, her mind wanting to forever imprint that smell as she tightly grabbed his tank top. Eddie ravished her mouth with his hot tongue, cradling the back of her head to better sample her tongue as well, backing away slowly as a long, wet string of saliva plummeted to her chest. Eddie sweetly laid his face to her breasts, palms pressing her soft bosoms upon his round cheeks. Luscious lips planting pretty little kisses upon her pretty little tits, feeling into the cups to tease her budding nipples. The moans escaping her throat were one of many things he loved to hear from her, so real and so appealing to his ears.

She watched the way his dirty fingers played with her, reaching around to unhook her bra so she could see the way those talented fingers would play with her. Calloused tips pushed and carefully dialed the hardening tips, holding one up and letting it go before doing it again. His mouth sweetly savored the shape of her sensitive flesh, tongue twirling and following her bosom just the way she loved it. Sucking it slowly, breathing through his nostrils as he watched her squirm through his eyelashes. Gently pulling at her nipple with his puckered mouth, releasing it with a very wet pop before capturing it again. Chrissy wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her nose to the top of his head as she arched her chest; needing more of his touch. His facial hair lightly tickled her, biting down on her lower lip as she watched him move his head back up again. Her breast securely attached to his mouth, holding it tenderly as he suckled. Chrissy’s fingers reached down between her thighs to massage her covered clitoris, she could feel every jolt in her teat reaching down and she needed to ease that aching erotic sensation.

Eddie proceeded to her neglected breast, showing it the same love as his free hand followed down to her apex. His Queen was in need and he would see to it that her needs would be cared for; customer satisfaction guaranteed. He moved aside the centerpiece of her panties, one finger easily finding her pulsating clit. Circling and very lightly grabbing the pink button, his mouth watering at the sight of her wiggling and the sound of her begging made him harder.

“Eddie! Oh god!”

His voice was still sweet even when he teased her, “Ooh, what’s the matter baby?” He smirked, bending down to flick it with his tongue, chucking when she bucked her hips. “Ooh, trouble free transmission.” He sampled her exposed labia, holding it between his lips while his thumb moved along her clit.

Her nails scratched at the hood, “Ed-Eddie!”

Her lower lip was freed, snapping her panties upon her hip before licking the moistened center piece. Chrissy smiled when his hands reached up to remove them, giggling when he placed them into his pocket.

“Baby, I can work all night. Believe I got the perfect tools,” he noted, cradling the hardened tent in his jeans.

Chrissy playfully placed her heel upon the center of his chest, batting her eyes when he kissed her shoe. Sweetly removing her footwear and gingerly placing them upon the ground. All she had left were her stockings and the choker necklace. Eddie unmasked her luscious legs, holding each stocking with his teeth, giving her a titillating little purr. Those greasy stained hands fondled her clean skin, the scent of her womanhood hitting his nostrils; the smell made his cock thicken. He wanted to take her right then and there, more than happy to make her squeal and cry out for more. Right on top of Carver’s car all while he was getting drunk off his ass at the carnival with his goons.

Chrissy never stopped touching herself, her voice filled with need as her fingers filled her cunt, “Mmm, Eddie... need your mouth… now.”

Her wish was his command, he was quite famished and he was ready to satisfy his hunger. Seeing how her fingers pumped into her and how her milky white slick coated those digits made him salivate. Eddie grabbed her wrist and suckled on those shining fingers, salaciously humming as he cleaned her. Chrissy spreads her legs wide apart, still the wonderful little cheerleader ready to show off her form. She doesn’t keep that stance for long when Eddie dives in to devour her with his greedy mouth, wrapping her thighs around his head. His tongue made itself at home, fingers clutching her as he generously consumed her. Motor oil marks painted her skin, the mass of sweaty locks bouncing as he nuzzled his appendage within her. Chrissy snuggly squished that handsome, dirty face of his, god he was so beautiful between her legs. Eyes closed and his face in a state of absolute concentration, all he wanted to do was please her.

Tongue lashing and curling upon and around her labia, intricately creating all manner of designs, and feeling quite proud knowing that he was the one making her writhe and moan like that. She grabbed his hair by the roots when he teased her clitoris. Eddie was like a whirlwind of pleasurable rapture, especially when he wrapped his lips around it and hummed upon the bundle of sensitive nerves. Chrissy could indeed feel the pleasant warmth and inviting intensity of his ravenous appetite. The man knew what to do, he knew what she loved, and she enjoyed every second of his more private talents.

Her heightened voice was magical to listen to, “Fuck! Oh fuck! Ooh Eddie!”

He looked up at the woman that he admired with all his heart. She looked so radiant and glorious as she writhed upon Carver’s vehicle. Her pink tongue sticking out as she panted, lines of saliva coating the sides of her face and pooling upon the hood. Her scream echoed in the garage when he captured her clitoris with his pursed mouth, sucking it like it was the most delectable treat in the universe. The more his mouth suctioned that sensitive bud, the louder her cries were. Muscles tightening and walls clenching, hips shoving into his face as her mind continued to vanish. It was one of her favorite moments during their play, she would get lost in her role and later on in absolute ecstasy. The world around her no longer existed, all Chrissy could see, feel, taste, hear, and smell was Eddie.

He spoke in between suckling her button and licking up her ambrosia, “I love you Chrissy. I love you so much. If I had the magical ability, I would clone myself just so I could give you more. You deserve more and you would be given the best treatment that you need.” He held her close, nuzzling his face into her neck, “One to lick your clit, two to suck her pretty titties and nipples, and one to fill your mouth with cock. Me? I’d fuck your perfect pussy, none of those copy cats could have you.”

She lazily wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as she sighed, “Eddie…”

He placed her soft body close to him, cradling her as he walked his beloved to his office. Kissing her sweetly before he seated her upon the desk. His eyes became dark as he squeezed his imprisoned imprint “Mama, let me feast my eyes.”

In her daze she was all smiles, drunk from his touch and more than happy to receive whatever else he had to offer in terms of his special service. Still she rolled her eyes at his constant reference to Zeppelin, “Come on Eddie, are you gonna give me lyrics all night? Or your cock?”

He chuckled, “I mean, you gotta admit it’s a little clever Chrissy. Especially since the song is abou- Oh baby!”

She presented a sly grin as she spread her legs apart, her emission staining the wood beneath her. Eddie was caught between a pleased grin and utter perversion. Chrissy pulled him by the loops of his jeans, the sounds of the unbuckling belt and pulled down zipper made her heart flutter. She freed him from his denim prison, his dick stood firmly against his stomach. One single touch of her lithe fingers made his knees shake, her mischievous grin widened as she delicately wrapped her hand around him.

“You like that Eddie? Do you like it when I touch your hard cock?”

That sweet and filthy tone of hers, on top of getting a little tugging, caused him to plant his palms flat onto the desk. She wrapped her free hand around him, drawing little circles on his tank top.

The desperation in his voice was evident and very sexy as she heard him beg, “Fuck… Chrissy… I can’t hold on anymore… need to fuck you.”

Her thumb slowly rolled the weeping head, “Ooh Edward, just one little taste. Please?”

Eddie couldn’t say no to her, “Okay, but please hurry.”

Chrissy switched positions and helped him lay down upon his office table. She could be a little cruel during their games, but there was never any ill intentions behind her words. Seeing how he ate her out like that was exhilarating, so she wanted a little piece of that action as well. She figured it was only fair to return the favor, that and she loved to see him in such a state of nearing completion where he just had to come, only to have no choice but to wait. Eddie loved the way Chrissy controlled him in a kind manner whenever they were intimate.

She sweetly pecked the tip, swiping her tongue upon the hot flesh. Her hand tugging him slowly, always loving the veiny texture of his cock within her closed fist. She knew that Eddie could only last for a moment, so there was no time to waste. Chrissy bent down and engulfed his erection between her rosy lips, painting him with red streaks as she hollowed her cheeks. Taking whatever was left beneath her mouth to squeeze and tug on, occasionally looking up to watch him struggle between giving into the pleasure and fighting to hold on just a little more.

Chrissy’s mouth pop was loud and very wet, holding his dick against her cheek, “Ooh Eddie, I’m so happy that you could stay open just for me.” More stained red kisses upon him soon followed, her mocking voice ringing in a singsong manner, “I come to you for service, every hundred miles.” She waggled his cock, lightly smacking it against her face with a terribly saccharine chuckle, “Why don’t you check my points and fix my overdrive?”

Did she really say that? She did indeed and he was loving it, although not as much as feeling her tongue nuzzle upon the slit of his head. Or watching her wrap her breasts around him, sliding her soft skin along his shaft while her mouth went back to blowing him. She even rubbed her nipple upon the slit. Holy fuck that nearly made him come very hard! That’s it! No more games, it’s time to synchronize!

Chrissy yelped with a smile when Eddie grabbed her by the hips and laid her upon the table. Stained hands spreading her legs far and wide as he towered over her. He had to fuck her now and he would do so immediately, even if they went all night long. Her smile dropped when he shoved his aching cock into her leaking pussy. Jaw hanging low and eyes wide open, the air pushed out from her lungs as he jackhammered his hips. Clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes firmly as he let his lower half take over. Grabbing tightly to her wrists and keeping them down, allowing for him to use his height and muscles to his advantage. Chrissy’s voice came and went with every passing second. The sensation of his intense humping and the way his cock drove itself deeper and deeper made her mind go completely blank. Her eyes could no longer focus on the animal like man, everything was becoming a temporary blur; her body experiencing that incredible rushing feeling as her skin glowed a lovely shade of red. Eddie opened his eyes, stunned at what he saw below him. His brain took photos of the most erotic sight of Chrissy on the verge of her orgasm. It didn’t matter if this was orgasm number one, five, or twelve; this was the big one.

No amount of recording devices could have ever truly captured such a beautiful moment. The two of them finally let go, submitting to their most basest of needs. No more delays, no more waiting. Eddie’s muscles clenched and his voice was lost for a moment before he could feel his come dispersing inside of Chrissy. His vocals returning when he became aware of just how much he released and how tightly she grasped him. Chrissy found her voice again, her throat letting out the loudest exclamation that was buried deep into her voice box. Her inner walls bounded his cock, milking him for every last drop as she varnished him with her bodily glaze. Nether regions clenching and twitching, two sets of loads mixing together into a delectable concoction. They chased their high, pursuing it at top speed faster than any Formula 1 vehicle could in the Grand Prix.

They were still connected by their hips, beads of sweat falling and drizzling down as they panted. So weary and so happy that they made it to the finish line. They stayed in that position for just another minute, their eyes focusing back on each other. Two sets of pleased smiles grew amidst the thrilling chaos of their little undertaking. Eddie shuffled his ankles out of his jeans and removed his sticky tank top, picking up his Queen and cradling her gently in his strong arms. Seating himself down upon the shagged carpet, offering her all of the kisses he wanted to give her before his beastly side took over. He was still the same sweet boy that she fell in love with years ago at the park bench. The very man that rearranged her anatomy and momentarily shut off her brain? Yes that was indeed the same boy that made her laugh when he mockingly clutched his heart, fell over, and stood up asking if he had stuff in his hair.

He gingerly squeezed her hand, “That… was fun.”

A booming noise from across town distracted them, the fireworks had just started to go off at the fair. Chrissy snickered, “Always good to finish with a bang, right Eddie?”

He chortled as he chimed in, “Well, can’t spell USA without us.” He pecked the back of her hand before intertwining his fingers, “Hey, I’m sorry about being so rough with you Chrissy.”

She snuggled into his neck, “No Eddie, I loved it.”

“And you’re not hurt sweetheart?”

She tucked herself closer into him, “No Eddie, you’re always so good to me.”

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