Renata’s Secret Session in Front of the Screen
Renata opened her favorite porn site and let the screen fill itself in. The day’s most popular videos appeared: mature women with huge asses, amateur couples promising impossible things, shrill little thumbnails repeating over and over. None of it interested her tonight. She had a very specific craving, and she knew exactly what it was called.
It was incredible how much tension she had built up during the day. She felt it everywhere, but especially in her clit, which tingled restlessly, demanding attention she had been putting off since morning. Every time a dirty thought crossed her mind, she saved it for later. Now it was later, and her body was collecting the debt.
Before settling onto the bed, she stretched her arm toward the top of the wardrobe and took down her huge dog-shaped plush toy. It was almost a meter long, and she always kept it in sight, on the top shelf, out of reach of any nosy visitor and, in theory, of herself too. She set it on the mattress and looked at herself for a second in the mirror across from the bed. She was only wearing an oversized black T-shirt that fell below her thighs and hid almost her whole body.
She didn’t think of herself as any kind of beauty, and she accepted that without drama. She didn’t have a flat stomach, her legs were thick, and her breasts barely filled a small bra. But her ass was another story: perky, round, voluptuous. It seemed to swell a little more when she was turned on, like at that very moment. That thought, far from making her uncomfortable, rushed her into choosing a video already.
She adjusted her glasses, brushed a strand of her short black hair aside, and typed her favorite words into the search bar: lesbian facesitting, and then, domination. The page filled with women sitting on the faces of smaller ones, subduing them with all the weight of their bodies. She stared at the thumbnails and wondered what role she would like to play in a scene like that. She knew the answer perfectly well, but she liked asking herself anyway.
The first video showed a small blond woman lying on a wide bed, her head hanging off the edge, offered up. Renata clicked. The scene started too fast for her taste: a curvy brunette climbed immediately onto the blond woman’s face and smothered her between her ass cheeks, rocking back and forth while muffled, almost pleading moans could be heard. It was over quickly and left her indifferent. That wasn’t enough for her. She liked the waiting, the buildup, feeling herself right on the edge before she even started touching herself.
While she searched for something else, she began thinking about what it was that attracted her so much to those videos. She came to the same conclusion as always. What amused her, what truly turned her on, was seeing a woman begging not to be sat on, writhing under the body of a more dominant one. It stirred a strange mix of arousal and mockery in her. When the submissive one was yanked by the hair or had her face turned to make her eat, Renata felt a heat rising through her.
It wasn’t something she had ever talked about with anyone. In daily life she was the one who gave in, the one who asked permission, the one who lowered her voice when someone interrupted her. Maybe that was why, alone, in the dimness of her room, she needed exactly the opposite. She needed to imagine herself in charge, with someone else depending completely on her whim. It was her secret, and she liked that it was.
She settled better against the headboard, the laptop resting on her knees and the light from the screen illuminating her face in the dark room. She could feel her heart beating a little harder than usual, that anticipation that was so much hers and that she almost liked more than the finish. She skimmed through a couple of videos without finishing them, discarding anything that got going too quickly, until she found one that promised the pause she was looking for.
It would be fun to do it myself, she thought. Imagining herself rubbing her own pussy over some conceited girl’s face while the girl complained or whimpered seemed like the perfect fantasy. Not because of cruelty, but because of the idea of absolute control, of setting the pace, of deciding when the other could breathe and when she couldn’t.
After a minute of scrolling she found the right video. By then she was more than turned on, and she knew that as soon as the scene started she wouldn’t be able to resist mounting the plush toy and grinding against it. She hit play.
A tall blond woman with pronounced curves appeared on the screen, stuffed into a black lingerie set. She walked into another girl’s room, also blond but much smaller, and harshly scolded her for loafing around. After yelling at her for a while, she grabbed her by the face, gave her a couple of sharp slaps, and spat on her without mercy. The smaller one didn’t even fight back.
Renata yanked her T-shirt off and stood completely naked in the middle of the room. She positioned the plush toy with its snout pointing upward and straddled it. She was only half paying attention to the video now. She started moving, rubbing her clit against the plush, first slowly, carefully, then faster and faster. She imagined a woman trapped beneath her, paying for her punishment with no chance of escape.
She felt electric shocks racing from her sex up to her chest. She took her hands to her nipples and stroked them, squeezing a little. On the screen, the tall blond woman had already stripped completely. She was leaning against the wall, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands, giving the smaller girl full access so she could lick her anus and work it over with her tongue. Renata, without thinking, spread her own cheeks too. There was no one behind her, of course, but she felt the cool air pass over her skin and, in some absurd way, that filled her with satisfaction.
She loved seeing a good scene like that. For her, it was one of the most degrading things one person could do to another, and that was exactly why she liked watching it so much. Quiet humiliation, without real violence, just power and surrender, was what pushed her to the edge.
The scene changed. Now the tall blond woman was standing with one leg up on a chair, showing off as much as possible, while forcing the other to drag her face all over her pussy and ass, leaving not a single spot untouched. The smaller one obeyed with her tongue out, taking everything in. At some point the dominant woman started drinking water from a bottle, and after a while she began letting it spill into the submissive’s mouth, which took it without pulling away.
Renata pressed the plush toy’s snout down into the mattress with all her strength and felt her clit tighten to a point she knew well. The first orgasm hit, short and electric, but she didn’t settle for that. Without stopping her movements, she took her other hand between her legs and began slipping in one finger, then another, until her pussy was stuffed full with three.
On the screen, meanwhile, the big blond woman was forcing the smaller one to hold a dildo in her mouth. Then she mounted it and started bouncing up and down on her face, trying to drive it in deeper and deeper, using her like nothing more than another piece of furniture. Renata, with three fingers digging inside herself and another pressing on her hypersensitive clit, couldn’t take it anymore.
She felt a huge wetness run between her fingers and a cry escaped her mouth before she could hold it back. Strangely, she had come at the same time as the dominant woman in the video, as if the two of them had synchronized without meaning to. That coincidence made her smile, still breathless, her chest rising and falling.
She stayed like that for a while, seated on the plush toy, catching her breath. Her body felt heavy and hot, her thighs trembling slightly and a thin layer of sweat on her back. The screen kept playing the scene, but she wasn’t watching it anymore; now it felt like background noise, чужое, as if it belonged to someone else who was no longer her.
Then she closed the tab, wiped herself with the crumpled T-shirt, and put the dog plush back on the very top of the wardrobe, in its usual place, intact and apparently innocent. She slid under the sheets with a loose smile and heavy eyes. She was calm now. The day’s tension was completely gone, and that night, at last, she was going to sleep well.