Bedtime Reading
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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10,407
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Category:
+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
10,407
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Mass Effect and the characters of Shepard and Ashley are owned by Bioware and not me. As such I make no profit from any of my stories and take no credit for Mass Effect.
Bedtime Reading
Bedtime Stories
By Badpie
Ash was liking this book far more than she had anticipated. Trashy romance novels were definitely not her thing, but she had been intrigued by the book "Undressed by the Boss" for obvious reasons. The other reason was that everyone seemed to be raving about it, and truth be told she was starting to feel left out.
Shepard was out for the evening and she wasn't sure when he'd be getting back. The SR2 was quiet so she took the opportunity to start her reading. The half finished bottle of sauvignon blanc sat on the night stand next to her full wine glass. She was already comfortably in bed, under the starry skylight. She wore a small white cami tank and matching boy short panties underneath the white sheets and blanket.
It was a little chilly in the room, as evidenced by the small pink buds of her nipples featuring prominently through the thin fabric of her cami. She thought maybe it was the cold, but in truth she had to admit she was already partially aroused after only the first few chapters.
She hadn't anticipated liking the book, but it was descriptive and some of the language was downright beautiful. She admitted to skimming through the less racy parts as they were not as particularly well written and as she turned the page to chapter 12 she took a moment to think of Shepard.
She wished he was there then to release the dull ache that had persistently tortured her pussy for the past hour at least. She wanted the sweet relief of him filling her, relieving her of her insistent need. But he wasn't there. Not at the moment. So she would continue reading.
She could tell from the start that chapter 12 would be a good one. The characters were alone in an office and clearly about to make love. The dialogue was inconsequential as the author described the sturdy desk, the ripping of panties, the huge pulsing member that was eventually plunged deep into the subordinate by the boss. Engrossed in the lively description, Ash found herself rubbing her feet together slowly. A tingling had begun in her toes, in her fingertips. Her stomach fluttered lightly sending pangs of desire out through her extremities. She paused to take a sip of her wine, allowing the tasty liquid to warm her from the inside as it traveled slowly down into her, adding to the warmth in her abdomen. Her long, tan legs rubbed against each other lightly and slowly as she read, the smooth, creamy skin feeling like silk against itself.
Her pussy was flushed, warm and she could feel how slick it was with her moisture. She bit her lip, determined to get through the chapter before giving in to her own urges. During the climax of the scene she heard her own breath, somewhat shaky and quiet. Her hips had begun a slow, subtle involuntary writhe, her body's desperate unconscious reaction to her natural need to orgasm.
The last word on the page presented itself to her and she placed the book next to her on the bed. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to come. She needed to make herself come. Her right hand began its task on her throat, her fingertips trailing lightly to her small breasts as her left caressed the top of her thigh. She allowed her left hand to seek out the heated spot between her legs as her right hand squeezed her own breast through the sheer cotton fabric. Her cotton panties were warm, wet, her juices having lubricated her to the point it had soaked through the small bit of fabric there. She released a quiet, shaky breath and closed her eyes as her fingers pinched her sensitive nipple and then traveled down to the bare part of her taut stomach just above her panties. She was finished with her own foreplay. She needed her hand on herself or she thought she might die.
Her warm finger tips slid their way under her panties and past her hairless, smooth mound. She wasted no time in bringing the pad of her middle finger to rest lightly on her blushing clit. She sighed happily at the warm contact, rolling her hips up to meet her hand. "mmm" she sighed again, catching her lower lip in her teeth. This wouldn't take long. She swirled around the petite nub, sliding easily with the aid of her slickness. She let her finger explore down into her pink inner lips, tracing the small crevice in slow circles. She felt her wet, warm opening relax and open, responding to her touch. It wanted to be filled, but she knew nothing could substitute for Shepard’s real cock. Her finger brushed her clit again lightly, sending a shiver throughout her and causing goose bumps to appear on her arms and legs.
She rubbed gently, lightly, tracing circles, teasing the area, feeling the searing heat of herself on her palm and fingers. Her hips fell into a sensual rhythm, dancing with her digits. Her breath was quiet, her mouth open, her eyes closed as she moved, gracefully building to orgasm. Her breath quickened, and her eyes opened to watch what she was doing. She became insistent, chasing her climax, pursuing it relentlessly. Just when she thought she’d reached it, it would flitter away. Delightfully frustrated, she continued, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead.
As she neared it, her entire hand rubbed quickly and vigorously over her whole middle, and her legs spread farther apart. She felt the tremors beginning, felt her pink, delicate center start to twitch, felt her head fall back onto the pillow, her eyes close and her world start to spin.
She vocalized her pleasure in nothing but harsh breaths, repeated over and over as her hand worked furiously on her. She heard the wet noises of her orgasm as her hand coaxed delicious nectar from her. Not with a fountain, but with a slow, pulsing quiver, were small amounts released neatly into her waiting hand.
When she finished she lay there a moment, looking up at the stars above her, her hand still resting on herself. “Shit,” she breathed and sat up, trying to bring the room into focus. She shook her head, got her bearings and stood to walk to the bathroom.
After gently washing herself with warm water, Ash walked back to the bed and collapsed with a smile. The wine, combined with her huge orgasm had made her sleepy. She would get to Chapter 13 tomorrow.
By Badpie
Ash was liking this book far more than she had anticipated. Trashy romance novels were definitely not her thing, but she had been intrigued by the book "Undressed by the Boss" for obvious reasons. The other reason was that everyone seemed to be raving about it, and truth be told she was starting to feel left out.
Shepard was out for the evening and she wasn't sure when he'd be getting back. The SR2 was quiet so she took the opportunity to start her reading. The half finished bottle of sauvignon blanc sat on the night stand next to her full wine glass. She was already comfortably in bed, under the starry skylight. She wore a small white cami tank and matching boy short panties underneath the white sheets and blanket.
It was a little chilly in the room, as evidenced by the small pink buds of her nipples featuring prominently through the thin fabric of her cami. She thought maybe it was the cold, but in truth she had to admit she was already partially aroused after only the first few chapters.
She hadn't anticipated liking the book, but it was descriptive and some of the language was downright beautiful. She admitted to skimming through the less racy parts as they were not as particularly well written and as she turned the page to chapter 12 she took a moment to think of Shepard.
She wished he was there then to release the dull ache that had persistently tortured her pussy for the past hour at least. She wanted the sweet relief of him filling her, relieving her of her insistent need. But he wasn't there. Not at the moment. So she would continue reading.
She could tell from the start that chapter 12 would be a good one. The characters were alone in an office and clearly about to make love. The dialogue was inconsequential as the author described the sturdy desk, the ripping of panties, the huge pulsing member that was eventually plunged deep into the subordinate by the boss. Engrossed in the lively description, Ash found herself rubbing her feet together slowly. A tingling had begun in her toes, in her fingertips. Her stomach fluttered lightly sending pangs of desire out through her extremities. She paused to take a sip of her wine, allowing the tasty liquid to warm her from the inside as it traveled slowly down into her, adding to the warmth in her abdomen. Her long, tan legs rubbed against each other lightly and slowly as she read, the smooth, creamy skin feeling like silk against itself.
Her pussy was flushed, warm and she could feel how slick it was with her moisture. She bit her lip, determined to get through the chapter before giving in to her own urges. During the climax of the scene she heard her own breath, somewhat shaky and quiet. Her hips had begun a slow, subtle involuntary writhe, her body's desperate unconscious reaction to her natural need to orgasm.
The last word on the page presented itself to her and she placed the book next to her on the bed. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to come. She needed to make herself come. Her right hand began its task on her throat, her fingertips trailing lightly to her small breasts as her left caressed the top of her thigh. She allowed her left hand to seek out the heated spot between her legs as her right hand squeezed her own breast through the sheer cotton fabric. Her cotton panties were warm, wet, her juices having lubricated her to the point it had soaked through the small bit of fabric there. She released a quiet, shaky breath and closed her eyes as her fingers pinched her sensitive nipple and then traveled down to the bare part of her taut stomach just above her panties. She was finished with her own foreplay. She needed her hand on herself or she thought she might die.
Her warm finger tips slid their way under her panties and past her hairless, smooth mound. She wasted no time in bringing the pad of her middle finger to rest lightly on her blushing clit. She sighed happily at the warm contact, rolling her hips up to meet her hand. "mmm" she sighed again, catching her lower lip in her teeth. This wouldn't take long. She swirled around the petite nub, sliding easily with the aid of her slickness. She let her finger explore down into her pink inner lips, tracing the small crevice in slow circles. She felt her wet, warm opening relax and open, responding to her touch. It wanted to be filled, but she knew nothing could substitute for Shepard’s real cock. Her finger brushed her clit again lightly, sending a shiver throughout her and causing goose bumps to appear on her arms and legs.
She rubbed gently, lightly, tracing circles, teasing the area, feeling the searing heat of herself on her palm and fingers. Her hips fell into a sensual rhythm, dancing with her digits. Her breath was quiet, her mouth open, her eyes closed as she moved, gracefully building to orgasm. Her breath quickened, and her eyes opened to watch what she was doing. She became insistent, chasing her climax, pursuing it relentlessly. Just when she thought she’d reached it, it would flitter away. Delightfully frustrated, she continued, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead.
As she neared it, her entire hand rubbed quickly and vigorously over her whole middle, and her legs spread farther apart. She felt the tremors beginning, felt her pink, delicate center start to twitch, felt her head fall back onto the pillow, her eyes close and her world start to spin.
She vocalized her pleasure in nothing but harsh breaths, repeated over and over as her hand worked furiously on her. She heard the wet noises of her orgasm as her hand coaxed delicious nectar from her. Not with a fountain, but with a slow, pulsing quiver, were small amounts released neatly into her waiting hand.
When she finished she lay there a moment, looking up at the stars above her, her hand still resting on herself. “Shit,” she breathed and sat up, trying to bring the room into focus. She shook her head, got her bearings and stood to walk to the bathroom.
After gently washing herself with warm water, Ash walked back to the bed and collapsed with a smile. The wine, combined with her huge orgasm had made her sleepy. She would get to Chapter 13 tomorrow.