TITLE: Thank You Morpheus
EMAIL MEREDITH AT: pandamer@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: PWP, Buffy’s horny. Very.
NOTE: This is a stand alone story. The If You Don’t Stop You’ll Go Blind series is just what I call all my NC-17 PWP’s
DISCLAIMER: Me no, Joss yes
Dedication: To Toga and all the ladies and guys at OGD
RATING: NC-17
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Buffy had a new hobby. Actually, it was more like an obsession. She was constantly aroused and it was all Spike’s fault, and rather than give him the satisfaction of telling him how wet she was for him, she dealt with her problem on her own, for the most part.
Every chance she had, she’d slip her fingers into her panties or under her skirt and make herself cum. She was getting to be a pro at it, taking at times only a few choice strokes to bring herself off. She found herself slipping into the bathroom at the Magick Box to finger herself three, sometimes four times a day. And while it felt fantastic, she craved more. She craved Spike.
Occasionally the craving would get the better of her, and they’d fuck. When she was so horny she could barely walk, she’d storm into Spike’s crypt, strip from the waist down and bend over and touch her toes. The first time she’d done that, Spike crept behind her, his eyes glued to her glistening curls and swollen slit. He touched her gently, but Buffy wanted none of that.
“Quit fucking around and FUCK me already!”
Shocked for barely a moment, Spike registered her words and needs, and pounded into her. Afterwards they crept downstairs and made love for hours. And it started that way more often than not.
Just last night, Buffy burst into his crypt and pulled her jeans down to her ankles before getting on all fours. He knelt behind her, tugging his cock free in seconds, while pistoning into her and pushing his jeans down at the same time. When they finally made it downstairs later that night, they rode each other to newer and higher levels of passion than either had ever known.
Lately she’d been patroling alone, which suited her fine. She’d learned which tombstones were the most comfortable to lean on while flicking her clit back and forth. She’d pant and swear, occasionally getting so wrapped up in her orgasms that she’d zone out of reality.
It was during one such zone out that Spike caught her show, and he now spent every moment he could watching her. She had been leaning against a mausoleum after dusting several vamps, and little beads of sweat formed between her breasts. At first he thought she was becoming like Faith, the slay becoming an act of sexual dominance rather than something as black and white as good vs. evil. But then her voice cried out to him, proclaiming her need for him to fill her and stretch her, and he knew it was blind lust that drove her to such acts. And everywhere she went, the scent of her remained behind like a ghost, fueling his desire.
She had hoped that last night with Spike would satisfy her for a while, but now it was the middle of the day and Buffy was in desperate need of another orgasm. Her entire body shook periodically as she sat at the table, reading the Watcher Diaries Giles had left behind. He gave them to her in trust, explaining that there was little need sugar-coat her predicisors conquests or failures any longer. She was a grown woman, capable of dealing with the tomes and their morbid passages.
She’d started with the earliest books, hoping to find references to any Slayers that had overactive libido, or ones that caused an intense attraction to demons. But even the more descriptive, longer books strayed away from carnal issues, preferring to catalog the progression and training of the young women in their charges. She did find some helpful passages, one in a diary about a Slayer that lived in the 1050’s A.D. Besides being drawn unwillingly into battles over the rivalries between the church in Rome and the church in Constantinople, she experienced her own inner turmoil over a Vampire she’d become attracted to. Her Watcher described her desires as against the Will of God, and in an attempt to show her the error of her ways, forced her into marriage with himself at the age of 18. Their lovemaking was depicted as brutal and violent. She was dead two weeks after the wedding.
The diary she was currently reading had nothing as interesting in it. Your basic, Slayer was called, blah blah blah, Slayer fought, blah blah blah, Slayer died. Her mind refused to stay on her research, wandering instead several hours back to when Spike had made love to her the last time. She had laid on her stomach with her hips on a pillow as he covered her body with his own. His hips moved slow as he tongue traced circles and glyphs on her skin, whispering the sweetest words of love and devotion in her ear. He made sure to stroke her clit, keeping her own arousal level with his. When they finally came, it was with panting sighs and gentle shudders of pleasure.
She was breathing fast, her heart pounding as the memories assailed her. She needed to get out of there and home, hopefully before Dawn got off from school. Excusing herself, she grabbed a few books and quickly made her way to Revello Drive. Once inside, she made sure she was alone and locked herself in her bedroom. There was a small locked box under her bed that was quickly retrieved and opened. She was building up quite the collection of vibrators, her favorite ones being the thinner vibes that sent strong pulses across her clit and deep inside her, rather than the ones that buzzed like a bee.
Within moments, she slid the toy inside, not needing the lube thanks to her own thick juices that coated her inside and out. She reran her lovemaking with Spike last night and squeezed her legs together tight, sending herself over the edge immediately. Exhausted and sated, she slipped under her covers for a mid-afternoon nap.
She allowed this routine to continue practically unchanged for two more weeks, before memories and occasional nights with Spike were no longer enough. What she wanted was to spend every night with Spike deep inside her, but she settled instead for playing with the brand new computer she purchased last month. She surfed the porn sites, hoping to find something that was satisfying. Occasionally she’d come across a photo so intense and erotic, she’d spend several masturbation sessions concentrating on it. But nothing satisfied her like Spike.
Instead of going to Spike once a week, she was now sleeping with him every other night. And she was still horny during the day. She purchased a small and discrete vibrator that looked like a tube of lipstick and made almost no noise. She would lay it on her clit and cum in the bathroom every chance she had, sometimes the orgasms she had wracking through her body so hard that she would work up a sweat. And still she wasn’t satisfied.
And then it happened. She wasn’t sure what to do, and Xander and Anya laid the solution into her hands. At least, the temporary solution. They were bickering over something as usual when she overheard Xander say, “Anya, you can’t just download porno movies and save them to the hard drive like that. They’re taking up too much space! You have to burn them or delete them.”
You could download movies? She was intrigued. She’d been downloading photos and stories and even animated graphics, but full length feature movies were an entirely new ballpark. Buffy imagined it probably cost money, but another part of the couple’s conversation led her to believe you could get them for free. She heard the word Morpheus, and filed it away for research.
Later that night, she sat in front of her system waiting for the free installation of the Morpheus software to finish. Once it did and she launched the program, she was amazed. It looked like she could download absolutely anything you could imagine from this service, including movies. She tested the program.
Search: sex
The results were instantaneous, and overwhelming. There were 100 downloads available immediately. Testing further, she double-clicked on one of the shorter downloads and waited for Morpheus to make it’s magic. Within moments, her DSL hookup had downloaded a 30 second short clip from a porn movie. The quality was okay and the people were pretty, and she decided she could definitely grow to like this program. A lot.
Buffy learned quickly to narrow her searches down, and even taught Dawn how to download music. But her sexual appetite was still raging nearly out of control. It was now three weeks since she’d installed Morpheus, and already she grew bored. The same positions and money shots were doing nothing for her, although she realized she had a weakness for men that talked dirty during sex. And the ones that pulled out and jerked off at the end were her favorites. In fact she found herself watching the last five to ten seconds of her movies, all to catch that hand stroking up and down.
Wondering if she could find a video of a man masturbating, she began her search.
Search: masturbating
The results were similar to the first time she’d signed on, way too general. She decided to try rephrasing her search string.
Search: jerk off
Again, she had the same list show up.
Search: jerk off blonde
She wondered where the *blonde* came from, but went with it anyway. She came back empty handed, but had an idea.
Search: wank off blond
After a few moments, the search returned one result. It was 5 minutes long, on a good bandwidth, and was described “solo blonde wanks off hot cock HOT HOT”
She retrieved her favorite vibrator, hoping this one would as good as it boasted. Thinking about the one time Spike had stroked himself in front of her, she sat and waited for the download to finish. She was standing at the edge of the bed as he knelt between her legs, licking and sucking on her. His arm moved in rhythm with his tongue, and when she leaned over she could see him stroking and pulling. It was too much for her and she came instantly. The memory had her dripping wet and throbbing, and she watched as the percent finished rose higher and higher, until the movie was finally done downloading.
Clicking play, she sat back and watched. At first, all she saw was a bulge in a man’s jeans. Two long, thin hands pulled and stroked, teasing the zipper down. The man’s cock bounced out and was immediately grasped and stroked by those hands. It was intensely erotic and arousing, and Buffy panted as she watched.
The jeans were tugged down and off his body, his sac tight against him and his cock throbbing and bouncing. Leaning back against the wall, the man began stroking in earnest, running his thumb over the slit and rolling his sac in his fingers.
That’s when she realized she had the volume turned off. She was home alone, she she slowly turned it on and listened, the voice shocking her still.
“Oh Blood Hell!”
*That sounded like, but it couldn’t be!*
The description had a year of 1979, and she realized the cock in front of her had a familiar bend to it. Her heart practically pounded out of her chest as she entertained the thought that this might be Spike, her Spike, performing so lewdly in front of a camera.
When the camera finally pulled back, her suspicions were confirmed. It zoomed in on Spike’s face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, his hips thrusting forward to slide more effectively into his fist.
She screamed and came harder than she’d ever cum while masturbating. And the harder the sensations ripped through her, the faster he stroked and pulled, until long streams of thick cum shot out of the tip and over the camera.
But her orgasm didn’t calm her down. Instead, she was immediately ready to go another round or ten. Allowing herself this pleasure, convincing herself that she didn’t have any control and needed to do this, Buffy stripped and brought herself over and over again, all the while memorizing every single move Spike made. She was sore and exhausted by the time she was done, but fulfilled.
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For the past week, Buffy watched the movie every chance she had. Hoping it would keep her away from Spike, it resulted in the opposite. Every single night she’d sneak out to make love, the need to fuck raw no longer present in either of them.
When he asked her what brought on the chance, she winked and stroked him the way he’d stroked himself in the video. Spike accepted his answer carte blance and laid back to enjoy a fantastic hand job.
The next night when Buffy arrived at the crypt, instead of slipping into his arms and making love, she slipped a tape in his VCR.
“Watch this, and I’ll be back in about an hour.” Kissing him she walked away.
Spike hit play and sat down to see what gift she’d left him with. He was treated to a view of Buffy’s bedroom. Not thinking anything of it, he waited as Buffy came into view, stark naked. He gasped unneeded air and watched as she tapped a few of the keys on the computer, which was also in the view on the right side of the screen. The monitor had been turned partly towards the camera and partly towards her. The video began and he instantly recognized it.
Spike jumped up in panic and his hands covered his mouth to hide the terrified scream that threatened to be released. He was ready to run after her and tell her it was an old video when he noticed that the Buffy on the tape was sitting and watching it intently. Getting comfortable, he watched as her hands tugged at her nipples. The bulge in his pants grew hard, and he pulled it out, much the same as he’d done in that old movie he’d made.
Buffy maneuvered herself so her body was facing the camera, but her eyes remained glued to the computer. She put on a show to shame the one he’d done all those decades ago. He nearly came when she slid a purple vibrator into herself and set to a rhythm matching the video. She thrust and rolled her hips, and called out his name throatily, working herself higher and harder. When the video image of himself finally came, her body tensed and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Much the same, Spike felt his own orgasm rip through him, his cum dripping down his hand and in between his fingers.
When Buffy returned 20 minutes later, she found him lying back on his chair with his sticky cock in his hands and an expression of sheer bliss on his face. The site of her hardened him immediately, and she sat on his lap, stroking and kissing him. He tried to remove her clothes, but instead she stood and led them downstairs to the bed. Motioning for him to lie down, she pulled over a chair and sat, looking at him.
“Feel like doing a private show?”
Smiling that cocky grin of his, he took a hold of himself and began masturbating for her. She joined him before long, pulling the lipstick vibrator from her purse and moaning his name. They came at the same time, and Buffy crawled onto the bed and up his body until they were face to face. Kissing him playfully, she smiled and asked, “So, did you make any more movies like that?”
Smiling back and touching his tongue to he teeth, he answered her, “Maybe,” and winked.
The End
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