Title: Change of Attitude (4/?)
Author:anon462
Prompt # 1: Dildo
Warnings: NC-17, m/f
Summary: Set in S6, after Doublemeat Palace, then goes AR.
A/N: A big thank you going out to Megan for being my beta on this chapter. “Thank You, for helping to make this better than it was before your helpful suggestions.”
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Buffy was still lying on the floor when she heard Dawn enter the house and come clomping up the stairs. Getting up, she went to her door and opened it, wanting to say something to Dawn, like “Hi, did you have a nice day?”
Before she could say anything though, Dawn looked her over and asked, “Don’t you have to work tonight?”
A sudden realization of the time and where she was suppose to be in a very short time blinked into Buffy’s mind. She also remembered that she hadn’t moved her uniforms to the dryer. “Shit!” Buffy yelled as she rushed past Dawn and headed down the steps at a run. Getting to the basement she pulled her uniforms out of the washer where they had been laying for hours. They were still pretty damp and she hurriedly pushed them into the dryer and turned it on.
Running back up the stairs to her room, Buffy stripped off the clothes she was wearing and for the first time recognized the bra and panty set she was wearing. A quick flush spread over her face as the memory of when and why she’d bought the set came to mind, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She hurriedly put on her bathrobe, found her work shoes, and rushed back down to the basement. As she passed through the kitchen the clock on the wall let her know that her shift was going to start in ten minutes. Opening the dryer door, Buffy pulled out one set of her still damp uniforms and put it on quickly, put on her shoes, and headed up the stairs. Another minute or so was wasted looking for her uniform hat and her coat, then she was out the door at a run.
Even though she ran all the way, Buffy was still seven minutes late for work, which put Loraine, the manager, in a bad mood. As punishment she put Buffy on the grill frying up DoubleMeat Burgers for the night. On any other night, Buffy would have seen working the grill as a form of punishment and would have resented it and pouted for hours until the repetitious boredom of the task turned her mind to mush. But tonight the mindlessness of the work was a relief because it gave her the opportunity to turn her thoughts to other things--mainly Spike.
For the first hour or so her thoughts went back to thinking about how Spike must have done, or had done, some kind of spell on her. Because there was no way in hell that she would ever suck cum from her panties if she wasn’t under some kind of spell. Would she? But thinking about what she had done also made her think about the dreams that she had the night before, which led her into erotic thoughts so deep she missed Loraine yelling at her to pay attention to what she was doing--twice.
Normally when Buffy worked a 4-12 shift, Spike would show up around 8 and hang out near the side windows until he caught Buffy’s attention. He would then move around to the back of the DMP and wait for her to come out to him, unless she was mad at him for some reason and ignored him completely. Tonight, from 7:30 on, Buffy had been watching the windows like a hawk for Spike. When he hadn’t shown up by 10, she ended up in the restroom, unsuccessfully trying to masturbate and relieve her tension and frustration. Unsuccessfully because Loraine was banging on the restroom door after twenty minutes telling her to get back to work.
Buffy’s mind was in complete confusion over what she had been doing, thinking--and dreaming about all day. She’d tried to convince herself that Spike had used magic on her and that she should dust him for it. But at the same time she knew how much Spike disliked magic, because he always said there were consequences. She couldn’t make herself believe that he would have used magic on her for any reason, not after all the crappy spells Willow had pulled on her.
There was a thought. Maybe this was another one of Willow’s stupid spells gone all kablooey on her again, and Buffy, as usual, was the one paying the price. But Willow wasn’t supposed to be doing any kind of magic, at all, for any reason. Buffy hated to think that Willow had broken her word about using magic again, but she wasn’t sure what else to think. If it wasn’t Spike and it wasn’t Willow, who else could it be? When the thought came into her mind, Buffy almost screamed it out loud. “The nerds? Those bloody arsed wanker’s were the ones doing this to her? I‘ll rip their bloody heads off!” The thought of the nerds messing with her life, using magic on her, made Buffy a little nauseous. But it was the second visit that day to the land of Spike-speak that stunned her more.
Pushing thoughts of using Spike-speak to the far back corners of her mind like a good little Scooby, Buffy headed to the windows, searching for Spike, in case she hadn’t noticed him outside. But he wasn’t there. By the time she got off work at midnight, Buffy was feeling pissed off and frustrated. Pissed off because Spike hadn’t shown up, and frustrated because she was feeling really, really horny. ‘Where the hell was Spike when you wanted him, huh? Probably off getting drunk or … or getting into some kind of trouble again.’ Trouble that she would have to get him out of before he got his stupid ass dusted, no doubt.
With her coat flapping around her because she was walking so fast, Buffy did a quick and deadly patrol of the three cemeteries between work and Restfield cemetery where Spike’s crypt was located. Arriving at his door still bristling with all the anger she’d left work with, she kicked it open with enough force that the boom it made against the wall was loud enough to shake the windows and slam the door back before she‘d even walked through it. Having the door slam back into her face pissed Buffy off even more, so much so that when she kicked it open again the door jumped off one of it’s hinge pins, leaving it hanging open at an odd angle. Storming into the crypt to look around, it was clear by the moonlight coming through the windows that Spike wasn’t present on the upper level. Hurrying over to the ladder, she went down so fast she barely touched the rungs. Reaching the lower vault, Buffy saw that there was a candle burning near the bed, but no Spike.
For over an hour Buffy paced the floors, both downstairs and upstairs, kicking the walls as needed to burn off frustration. By the end of that time she had realized that Spike was probably out playing kitten poker or some other evil thing and might not be home for the rest of the night. Still feeling frustrated and angry that Spike wasn’t home, Buffy stormed out of the crypt, only to stop about twenty feet from the door. Going back, Buffy lifted the heavy door back onto its hinge pins and closed it quietly behind her, then headed for home.
Once home, Buffy reached out with her spidey senses to see if she could detect any nearby vampires--or more specifically, Spike--but he wasn’t around. Entering the house, she dropped her coat on the floor and went up the stairs to her bedroom where she stripped off her uniform and underwear. Looking around for her bathrobe, Buffy remembered that she had worn it down to the basement where she had left it after putting on her uniform. Needing to wear something in case anyone else should wake up and see her, Buffy opened her bottom dresser drawer and pulled out a short black satin kimono robe that only covered her down to a little above mid thigh. It was another of those secret purchases that she had made in the past and never worn before.
Once in the bathroom it only took a minute for Buffy to be under the pounding spray of a steamy hot shower. With her hair washed clean of DMP grease, Buffy used her favorite vanilla body wash to cleanse and soothe her skin. With the shower and the feeling of cleanliness that came with it, much of the tension had eased from her body, but her sense of frustration lingered. Taking the shower head down and changing the water flow to pulse, Buffy slipped it between her legs so that warm pulses of water would spurt up into her vagina while she used her other hand to rub her clitoris with determined attention.
Unfortunately for Buffy, she had spent too much time washing her hair and body. By the time she got to the good part, the hot water ran out about two minutes into the fun. Having icy cold water pulsing up into her vagina for even one second was too much and had Buffy jumping out of the shower the next with a towel between her legs, trying to restore the warmth so rudely stolen.
When Buffy returned to her bedroom, warmth returned to all parts of her body, she got into bed still wearing the satin robe. She loved the feel of the satin against her naked flesh. She started slowly, fondling her breast through the smooth fabric and gently teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers, rubbing the satin over and around her nipples until they were raised to hard little points. While keeping her nipples aroused with her left hand she parted the robe with her right hand and started to gently stroke her labia with her fingers tips. As the rush of arousal filled her labia the lips of her pussy became engorged and a tingling warmth spread out through her body.
For over an hour, Buffy first rubbed herself gently, then with a more forceful determination as she continuously brought herself to the edge of an orgasm, but failed to reach it. She pinched and twisted her nipples to the point that they would probably be bruised the next day. She rubbed her clitoris so hard and fast that she thought she might have given herself a friction burn. Her frustration grew and grew. Throwing back the sheet and light blanket that covered her, she jumped out of bed and ran over to her closet. At the back of her closet, in a small box inside of a larger box, she found her vibrating dildo and sighed with relief.
Going back to bed, she stripped off the satin robe and dropped it on the floor. She was sick and tired of trying to coax her body into an orgasm; she was going to use the big gun now. Buffy had bought the dildo while she was still dating Riley, because after having sex with him, Riley would usually fall into a deep sleep leaving her unsatisfied. She would then have to go into the bathroom and use the vibrator to reach her own solitary satisfaction. Buffy had always felt embarrassed and ashamed that she had to use the vibrator, thinking that there must be something wrong with her that she couldn’t reach orgasms with Riley.
But tonight she didn’t care. She was too tense and frustrated to care about anything, especially embarrassment. Flopping back down on her bed, she drew her legs up and spread them wide apart. Turning the bottom of the dildo to its first setting, it started vibrating gently. Buffy decided immediately that wasn’t good enough and switched to the second setting, which made the dildo vibrate much more strongly as it gave off a burring sound. Using the tip of it she started teasing then more forcefully rubbing her clitoris. Almost immediately she could feel the effect as her pussy started to tingle and fill with vaginal juices. Moving the tip down to her vagina she teased the opening for a few moments, then eased its length inside. As the muscled walls of her pussy reacted to the vibrations, they seemed to spasm for a moment as they squeezed the dildo tightly. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Buffy pumped the full length of the dildo in and out of her vagina while she used the fingers of her other hand to tease and manipulate her clitoris.
Reaching for satisfaction and release, Buffy tried to fill her mind with images of movie stars and athletes that she had always found attractive. It didn’t take her long to realize that it wasn’t going to work for her this time. The idea of using images of Angel or Riley in her fantasy was quickly discarded. In frustration she let her mind fill with the glorious images of Spike masturbating in his sleep. Filling her mind with images of Spike’s cock made her mouth water as the memories of her dreams of the night before came back to her. But as she worked the dildo in and out of herself Buffy’s frustration, and dissatisfaction, seemed to grow. Buffy hadn’t used the vibrator since her breakup with Riley, before her death. So she hadn’t noticed at first, when she’d taken it out of its box, that it was significantly smaller than Spike’s cock, both in thickness and in length.
It wasn’t hard for Buffy to fill her mind with vivid images of Spike, but it was much harder to fool her body into believing that the dildo inside of her pussy was him. Buffy’s pussy knew Spike like he was a part of her own body. His length and width filled her and stretched her in a way that made her feel complete. She hadn’t realized until just now how well she knew the feel of him as he slipped in and out of her. The feel of the engorged member as it moved deep inside of her, touching her in spots that she never knew she had before. The impact of the head of his cock as it bumped hard against her cervix, making her see stars of deep satisfying pleasure. The width of him as he stretched her channel open and filled her up. When the muscled walls of her pussy tightened around him in a way that might have hurt a normal man, for Spike it was a reaction that seemed to bring him immense pleasure and spur him on in his quest to bring her multiple orgasms. When he reached his own completion, she could feel him pulsing inside of her as his cum drenched her womb, cooling the raging heat within her.
Even in her biased memory, Buffy couldn’t remember how big Angel’s dick was, since they’d only had sex the one time, and except for the pain of his penetration when he took her virginity, their act of love had been over much too quickly for her body to remember his size. Parker had been a mistake, a one time mistake. She remembered being excited about making love to him, but had been much too inexperienced to realize that he was done and finished before she had even begun to enjoy what they were doing together. For days and days she had worried that she had done something wrong, and just didn’t know what it was. That was a part of the reason why, when Spike had belittled her for going to bed with Parker, it had hurt her so much.
Riley was the only other man that she’d had any real sexual experience with before Spike. Buffy hadn’t been really certain at the time, but she had assumed that Riley’s dick was as big or bigger than most men his size. She knew that the dildo she was using was bigger than Riley’s appendage, but it was the only size they had on the shelf at the store where she bought it, and she wasn’t about to ask the guy behind the register about bigger or smaller sizes. She also remembered that except for that one night when she and Riley were under the influence of magic, she seldom had an orgasm with him. Thoughts of Riley were quickly dampening down her state of arousal and she forcefully pushed him from her mind and went back to thoughts of Spike.
Keeping her thoughts focused on Spike, Buffy let her mind tell her that it was his cock that was slipping in and out of her pussy. That it was Spike’s fingers that were rubbing and teasing her clit. She let her mind imagine that he was licking and sucking on her aching nub in the way that only he had ever done. Thoughts of cumming in Spike’s mouth as he sucked her pussy drove Buffy to a fevered pitch. Memories of her dreams, of sucking Spike’s cock until he filled her mouth with his thick creamy yummy cum, pushed her to the very edge of orgasm.
And then the batteries on the vibrator died.
Buffy’s scream of frustration was heard throughout the house, and probable halfway to Spike’s crypt. Pulling the vibrator from her sopping, twitching pussy, she looked at it with such hatred that if it had been a demon it would have run away in fear. Using her full slayer strength she threw it at a wall in frustration. When moments later there was a knocking on her door, and the voices of both Willow and Dawn on the other side, she yelled at them to leave her alone, that she’d just had a bad dream. Pulling her blanket over her head Buffy scrunched down into her bed as she cried herself into a frustrated restless sleep.
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