Hope everyone is doing well as we move towards New Year’s. Welcome to 5 points on a pentagram…
– Richard

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Chelsea was lying in bed reading Chuck Tingle’s book (Pounded by the Pound in Post Brexit Britain) when she heard the door hours later.

“Did you have a good time, sweetie?” she called down the stairs.

“Oh yeah! Pete, that’s the new guy’s name, had this crazy list. He had a Summoner who kept reconstituting his Geminis every time they split, so they just kept multiplying. But I had enough reserve to put Vorpal on my Executioner so they couldn’t reconstitute, and Ariel kept a bubble up and just plowed for me.” Arnold yelled as he came up the stairs.

“Those are all words in the English language. How about we just forget I asked that question, and you can tell me what you think of this?” she whipped the covers off as he came in the door, revealing her body in nothing but a rope harness and collar. The rope traced the outline of her breasts, splitting and lifting them. It went over her shoulders on either side of her neck, framing the black leather collar with a leash attached to the heavy D-ring. “Want to take me for a walk, or find something to do with me here?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I think you’re the expert.”

“You’re such a fast learner, though. Why don’t you strip down and see what I can teach you.”

He quickly tossed off his pants and shirt, climbing into the bed.

“Do you like this outfit as much as the last one?”

“I’m not sure yet. Who’re you supposed to be?”

Chelsea shrugged. “Whatever you want me to be,” she put the leash into his hand and leaned down, kissing up his cock and grinning as it twitched to hardness.

“Mmmm. I don’t really know how to…”

“Pull!” she said, tugging against the leash a little. He gave it a tug, yanking her head back against his crotch. “Mmmm, there you go. Don’t let me get away.”

She kissed the tip of his cock again, opening her lips slightly to swirl her tongue over the head.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

She giggled and bobbed down a little, bouncing on the first half or so of his length for about a minute, wriggling a little when he pulled gently, then moaning when he forced her down, her throat spasming.

“Sorry!” he said, when she came up for air, coughing lightly.

“Don’t be. I was very bad today.”

“What’d you do?”

“Well, after I found this rope, I decided to relearn how to do some ties. I watched some videos, and I got a little excited, and I may have rubbed out… I dunno seven or eight orgasms? Very naughty. And now I’m so sore, I don’t even know if you could fuck me if you wanted…”

“Is your mouth sore?”

“No. Why?”

“Then you can use that,” he said and pulled her back down.

She moaned happily as he used her face, sliding her tongue over the curve of his cock, letting him drag her down deeper and deeper, wriggling her own hips when his started to buck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, seconds before spraying into her mouth. She moaned louder and took him as deep as she could

“Good shit,” she said, once he let her up. “So, how’d you like the outfit?”

“It’s fine. I think I like it better when you’re an actual thing than just a girl in sexy rope.”

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I really miss those two weeks I skipped. I would’ve loved to do another scene between this and the one before, and probably another one before our next update. Maybe I’ll get off my lazy butt and do them anyway. See you tomorrow for… I dunno, I’m hoping to bake. Maybe baking stuff.

Welcome to our (pedantically correct) 12 days of Christmas, which is supposed to mark the days from Christmas to the Epiphany, not the 12 days leading up to Christmas (Advent is already a thing!))

For the next 12 days, we’ll be making sure to update the blog every day, and doing our best to tie them into some tacky puns, rhymes, etc.

On the first day of Christmas, we give to you… a story delayed story update!

Last week, Chelsea and Arnold started to talk through the aftermath of their first scene together. Let’s see how breakfast goes!
~Richard

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Chelsea took his hand and stepped out of the car, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t say anything else on the way into the diner, smiling as the owner, Gus, waved to them over to their usual table.

“It’s not making me feel crappy,” she said, finally. “I just feel horny. It’s making that ‘protestant harlot’ or whoever feel humiliated, or degraded, or whatever. It’s not me, that’s why it’s called roleplaying.”

Arnold shrugged, “I guess, as long as you enjoy it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Some of it. Some of it made me feel a little guilty. Some of it was just goofy.”

Chelsea laughed as the waitress came over and they ordered breakfast. “That’s how it is,” she said, reaching a hand across the table. “If we practice, more parts will be sexier, but goofy stuff happens sometimes. And if you feel guilty we can stop. And that’s why we snuggle, and have aftercare.”

Arnie took a sip of his coffee and glanced over the rim at her. “Aren’t we supposed to have safewords or something? I seem to recall you going on a very angry rant when they didn’t have one on CSI that one time.”

“Yeah, we should. I got a little caught up, and I didn’t think we were going to actually do anything particularly involved, so I didn’t think of it. What do you want our safeword to be?”

“Splenda?” Arnold said, looking around the table and picking up a packet of the faux-sugar.

“Sounds good to me. If we start playing more we might get more, but that should be good for now. Were there any parts you particularly liked?”

“The,” he glanced around and lowered his voice, “cockring was kind of fun.”

Chelsea nodded.

“And I liked the outfit. I don’t know how I feel about pretending to be a priest or whatever, but you looked hot.”

Chelsea smiled, “We don’t need to do roleplay to play dress up. I’ll have to see if I have any of my old stuff still. If not, maybe we can go for a little post Christmas shopping spree later.”

“That’d be fun. Any ideas for what else you could dress up as?”

“I bet there’s some sexy elf or Santa’s helper or something on clearance.”

“With some thigh high striped socks?”

“Oooh, there we go. Is that what you’re into? Should I rub you off with them?” she raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m more look but don’t touch below the ankle.”

Chelsea laughed and their food came by. They didn’t talk too much while they worked through their eggs and pancakes. They finished eating, paid, and headed back home. Arnold stayed out to clean out the car while she went upstairs to clean up from last night and see what outfits she had. She grabbed her phone to snap a couple pictures, when a message popped up from Hannah.

Fuck. I can see now why you were obsessed with this guy.

Chelsea had almost forgotten about seeing one of her best friends with Mark, but she felt her cheeks heat up when she remembered them making out at the game yesterday.

Do not tell me you fucked him! she texted back. You just met him! He’s bad news!

I’m doing this for you, you know.

Bullshit! You’re doing this because you’re horny, and he’s got you dicknotized!

Oh my god, his dick! It curves just right. And he sure knows how to use it.

DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT HIS DICK! I COULD DRAW HIS DICK FROM MEMORY!

Should I talk to you about all the nasty things he says while he uses it?

No, I’m sure I could recite all of them also, thank you very much.

Then I guess you also don’t want to know why he’s back in town? Which is the reason I seduced him in the first place.

Mmmhmm. Go ahead and tell me. Might as well get something out of you before he completely breaks you.

His mom is retiring, and he’s helping her settle her business and move out.

Chelsea tried to think back to what Mark’s mom did. He tended to keep her too distracted for much conversation the few times he brought her home to visit. She made a note to buy new batteries for the vibrating buttplug at the bottom of the bag. 

She’s a florist, right?

Nursery. I’ve actually had one of her plants on my window sill last summer. It’s looking pretty dead, but Mark thinks we might be able to save it.

Of course he does.

Aren’t you glad? Nothing to do with you. Just a nice guy helping out his mom. He’s not sure how long he’ll stick around. Good for you, bad for me. Maybe we’ll try long distance.

You will do no such thing! He’s a thousand times worse long distance. In person, he has to look you in the eye when he tells you to go wet yourself or whatever! Online he’s just barking orders all day long! And they’re ridiculous! And then he just stops.

You broke up like 10 years ago. He’s changed.

Don’t say I didn’t want you.

She tossed her phone on the bed, and then plopped down alongside it. It buzzed one more time, but she didn’t have the heart to look at it. 

Aww, you’re not the fun kind of upset, kitten. His voice echoed in her head.

“Nope! Not today! No creepy semi-hallucinogenic BDSM fantasies today! I am going to go see my boyfrie–fiancé, who is very sexy, and had a lovely first scene last night.”

She marched downstairs and caught Arnold as he was coming in, holding an old granola bar that must’ve gotten stuck in the seats.

“Want half?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, holding a hand out.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” she took a bite of the bar. “Hannah’s just being… stupid. Relationship stuff. Nothing you want to hear about.“

“You good? I can go late to the thing. Or you can come along.”

“No. I know you’ve been trying to get this going for months. You go and have fun murdering your friends dolls with your dolls.”

“They’re not dolls! We don’t make enough money to play the one that uses dolls!”

“Well, maybe someday. Go back to school, get a raise, I’ll win the lottery.”

Arnold leaned over and kissed her. “Well, call me if you need anything. I’ll be back late.”

“I’ll make sure the strippers are out by ten.”

“Don’t let them touch my cockring.”

Chelsea laughed and slapped him on the ass as he walked out the door.

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That’s all for today, folks. See you later this week for (unless we need to fill a different day) 5 bottles a spinnin’!

We’re late, but we made it! Chelsea and Arnold deal with the aftermath of their previous night and try to clean up. We’re gearing up for the holidays, and the close of Act 1 in a couple of weeks.
~Richard

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Chelsea woke up the next morning with Arnold still wrapped around her. 

“Hey, you,” she said, as his eyes fluttered awake.

“Hey. How’re you doing?” he asked.

“Best night sleep I’ve gotten in years,” she nuzzled against his shoulder, then looked down. “Crap!”

“What’s wrong?”

She reached between his legs. He yelped when she squeezed his cock. Her hand slid around on the sheets. She grabbed the cockring and held it up. “I was worried you left this on all night, but here it is.”

Arnold laughed a little and held his hand out to take the ring and put it on the nightstand. “Want to go wash up and then grab breakfast?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. You’ve got that work thing today, right?”

“Mmmhmm. Game day at Bill’s. I heard he had a new guy, so we’ll have enough to do threesomes.”

“Without me?”

“I invited you.”

“I don’t play any game that requires more than one rulebook.”

“Fair enough.”

They got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom, Arnold waving her in first. She moaned softly as the hot water washed over her.

“That was something last night,” he said as he grabbed the loofah and squirted some body wash onto it.

“It was. Not too weird for you?”

“No,” he said, slowly starting to rub her back. “I wasn’t awkward?”

“Fuck no. You were hot as hell. Even though you called me a ‘protestant harlot’ or something,” she said with a giggle.

“It’s not my fault you said it wrong.”

“Well, you can beat it into me after your game tonight if you want,” she moaned softly as he worked his way down, nails dragging over the small of her back.

“Is that the kind of thing you used to do all the time?”

“Not that sort of thing specifically. But yeah, sometimes. Dress up, roleplay… Anything to get ordered around, honestly,” she flushed a little, not that you could tell under the hot water.

He worked quietly for a few minutes, kissing his way down her legs, then soaping them up, kneeling on the floor of the tub.

“What if I started bossing you around right now?” he asked.

“Usually the person getting bossed does the kneeling,” she said with a little smirk.

He stood up and handed her the loofah. “Then kneel down and clean my prick. You made it all messy last night.”

Chelsea blinked for a second. “Okay!” she said, dropping down and soaping it up. It started to harden and she grinned, stroking it faster. “Am I getting it nice and clean?”

“You are, but I think it’s going to make a mess again pretty soon.”

“That’s okay. You shouldn’t have wasted your time cleaning a nasty little slut like me. Just shoot it all over me and no one will even know the difference. I’m just a fucking cumrag. You shouldn’t waste this beautiful cum down the drain, just spray it all over me instead and mark your bitch. I’d rim your asshole but I’m pretty sure even it is cleaner than this worthless disgusting fuckslut could ever be.”

Arnold gasped as ropes of cum sprayed out of his cock, striping Chelsea’s face. She moaned softly, her tongue reaching for all it could before she used her free hand to scoop up the rest.

“Mmmm, perfect breakfast. Should we go get brunch now?”

He stared down at her. “Ummm yeah… that’d be fine… I’ll go get dressed.” He stepped out and toweled off, quickly dressing while she finished up and did the same.

Might’ve overdone it a little at the end there, she thought to herself.

They slipped down the the car and Arnold put his hand on her knee, rubbing it slowly.

“Everything okay, babe?” he asked.

Her stomach rumbled. “Nothing an omelet and some hashbrowns won’t fix,” she said.

“You were pretty down on yourself in there. That’s not really what you think, is it?”

Chelsea put her hand over his and gave it a squeeze. “Of course not, honey. It’s just dirty talk. People say all kinds of crazy shit in the moment. I had a friend that would’ve agreed to light herself on fire if you asked her with a vibrator on her clit. One time I fucked a guy who lost the ability to talk for about 20 minutes once he got it in. Which I guess is less likely to lead to you saying anything embarrassing, but probably weirder now that I think about it.”

“I don’t want to make you feel crappy when we have sex.”

“It’s not crappy, it’s… I dunno. It might more sense once we get some caffeine and something to eat.”

“Is that how your exes all treated you?”

“Some of them. Sometimes. Not all the time though. Even Mark was nice to me once a week or so,” she winced a little. She tried not to talk about him in front of Arnie.

“That fucking asshole.”

“Babe. You’re not him. It’s not like that. It’s hard to describe how it makes me feel, but it’s not bad. I promise.”

They pulled into the diner and Arnold gave her hand one more squeeze. “No one should make you feel that way,” he said. Then he got out and walked around to open her door.

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Why write a real sex scene when I can write 100 words of sex and 800 words of awkward aftercare?

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Come back on Tuesday for TMI Tuesday and Part 9 on Friday!

Another delay, but only a couple days. Jayden was too busy to put up the post, even though I wrote it on time. 😉 It is her blog, after all.
~Richard

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Chelsea grinned, “Of course, father.  What’s the point of being a bad girl if you can’t share it with other people?”

She took the cockring and gave it a few test stretches, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock.

“Mmmmm, father, you’re very hard. Are you sure you aren’t sinning?” she asked, kissing her way down the shaft.

“If a hardon is a sin, all the more reason to take care of it,” said Arnold.

Chelsea slid the ring over his head and down to the base of his shaft. “You can put this on a bunch of different ways, but we’ll start with the basic since it’s your first time.”

She started bobbing her head on his cock, slipping deeper and deeper each time as Arnold moaned and his cock throbbed.

“Mmmm, how do you like it, father?” she asked. “This isn’t the first time some naughty little slut has sucked your cock, is it?”

“What are you implying?”

“That you’d have shot your load by now if you were really a virgin. Although I’m sure your toy is helping,” she moaned when she felt him throb again.

“I put all that behind me when I joined the priesthood.”

Chelsea giggled and slid all the way down, letting her tongue dance out over the cockring as she held back a gag.

“Fuck!” 

She pulled back and licked her lips, “Such language, father. I figured you’d put that behind you as well.”

“Your wicked ways are corrupting me.”

“Why don’t I put you behind me?” She climbed onto the bed on all fours and shook her ass at him. “Maybe you can fuck the bad out of me.”

Arnold climbed onto the bed behind her. “If beating it out of you didn’t work, I doubt this’ll help.” He took a moment to rub the red marks on her cheeks, sending her into a shiver.

“Something is coming out. Feel my thong.”

His fingers slid lower, finding the sopping wet fabric.

“Fuck.”

“Do it, father. Take me. Bad girls like me are only good for one thing. Put me in my place.” She gasped when Arnold yanked the thong to the side, the fabric cutting into her skin a little, then moaned when his hard cock slid easily into her dripping cunt.

“God did make all of us for a reason. No reason to deny your purpose.”

“Mmmm, fuck, teach me my purpose. Fuck me until I memorize every vein on your fat fucking prick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so hard.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet.”

“You never hit me like that before.”

“Is that what I should do if I want sex? Just slap you on the ass a couple times and you’ll be dripping.”

Chelsea slammed her hips back, forcing him in as deep as she could. “Am I that easy? Yes. Yes, I am.”

He shoved his hips down against hers, his weight forcing her down into the bed. “You’re going to have to clean up the mess you’re making,” he whispered in her ear.

“I’ll fucking lick these sheets clean every night if it gets me fucked like this.”

He didn’t say anything, just grunted and fucked her harder than ever, stretching her out and reaching deeper.

“Fuck… getting close… keep going…” Chelsea panted, wriggling desperately, reaching for the last bit to push herself over the edge. “Bite me!”

Too lost in his lust, Arnold tilted his head, his teeth grazing her shoulder.

“Harder!” she searched for the pain that’d send her over.

He bit down at the base of her neck and that was it. She screamed, entire body tensing, her cum soaking the sheets. Wordless sounds poured out of her mouth as she rode our her orgasm, and Arnold kept pounding her pussy. After a few seconds, he let out a gasp that she recognized just enough to regain some of her senses.

“Do it! Baptize my cunt, father. Cum in me!”

He groaned and forced his hips down one last time, before spraying deep inside her.

“Oh my god, Chelsea!” 

“Just like that! Just like that! Deep! Deep! Knock me up!”

He slumped down on top of her, as their breathing slowly matched and returned to normal.

“That was… something,” he said.

Chelsea half rolled her head, getting her mouth off the pillow. “Do we need to talk about it?”

“Maybe in a little bit. When there’s more blood in my brain.”

She wriggled his cock out of her and rolled over, looking up at him as she reached for the cock ring. He nodded, then sucked in a breath as she slid it off.

“How about we just cuddle for now?” she asked, opening her arms.

“Sounds good to me,” he said, and leaned in, wrapping his own arms around her.

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Remember: “Forgive me father for I have sinned,” and “Sorry, daddy, I’ve been bad,” are not the same thing.

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Come back on Tuesday for TMI Tuesday and Part 8 on Friday!

Sorry about last week. Things were nuts here. But hey, you get an extra long one this week since I had to cram two weeks together! Last time, Chelsea narrowly avoided running into Mark (but did see him kiss one of her friends) and went to the sex shop with her fiancé.
~Richard

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“Excited to see me in this?” Chelsea asked while they walked back to the car.

“I am,” Arnold said, blushing. “Is that weird?”

“Not at all. I’ve worn way worse than that. In public, even!” I should’ve changed at the store and driven home in it. 

“What’s the worst thing you’ve worn?” he asked as they got in and she started driving.

“Worst?” she laughed. “I had this stupid ‘village bicycle’ costume in college. It was like, these cardboard wheels that I drew on with Sharpie and a black bodysuit. Not like, sexy fishnet body suit, one of those ones you wear when you’re painting. It was stupid.”

“You… what… just… why?”

Chelsea laughed again. “I don’t fucking know. I think I just wanted to be as slutty as possible in the cheapest and laziest way possible. I was going to some stupid party with a guy I was fucking, but not really into, and he wanted to show all his friends what a slut he was dating. Because somehow, that was an accomplishment to him. We were at his house, and it’s not like we had any money or anything, so I just grabbed random shit half an hour before the party. I don’t know. I was young, I was dumb, I was upset because the guy I’d been dating had ghosted me. It was a weird semester.”

Arnold leaned back in his seat and started laughing too. “Is this why you don’t talk about your wild college phase very much? Bonnie blabbed about it once or twice, but she made you sound like this crazy porn sorceress or something.”

“What’d she tell you?”

“Not a lot of specifics. I think she was worried she’d traumatize me. She was teasing me about how I must have a giant dick or something to get you to settle down.”

“You do have a nice dick. As a porn sorceress, I would know. You can’t summon a good incubus if you don’t know how to examine a penis.”

This is nice. I should talk to him about kink and stuff more. He’d probably do some of it.

“So why did you stop? Being a porn sorceress, I mean?”

Chelsea drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she pulled onto her street, taking a deep breath. Or he could ask the hardest question right off the bat.

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