Monika Strap-On Greentext

>bring in a poem to the club
>wrote it in 15 minutes after you woke up, it's shit
>Monika looks disappointed as she reads it but doesn't say anything
>when the club ends she tells you to stay behind
>she walks to the closet and pulls out a strap-on
>she starts to put it on
>"Bend over the desk Anon, it's time for your poetry critique"

>you comply and bend over the desk resting on your elbows
>from behind you, you hear Monika opening a bottle of lube and applying it to her "cock"
>at least she's using a lot of lube this time, last time she went in just using your spit!
>she steps up to behind you and starts pressing the fake cock against you ass through your pants
>you try your hardest to not moan from just that
>after a minute Monika pulls down your pants and begins to slide into your ass cheeks
>you really can't stop from moaning when the tip meets your entrance
>"Now Anon you're going to tell me everything you did wrong in each stanza, and if you don't I'll stop fucking this ass of yours. Understood?"
>you give a desperate nod and Monika moves her hips forward slowly to penetrate you
>"All right let's start with the first stanza"
>you hear her pull the paper up in one hand while the other grips your hip
>she reads the schlock you wrote aloud and pauses for your reply on what you did wrong
>"W-well, the ummm sentence structure was wrong and-"
>you cut yourself off with a moan as Monika thrusts harder into you
>"T-the theme doesn't make itself apparent enough for the reader to understand..."
>Monika hums in approval and rewards your correct answer by thrusting deep inside and rolling her hips to grind into you
>your fists clench and you start panting from pleasure
>if this is just the first stanza you're in for some trouble
>"All right Anon, time for the second stanza!" once again Monika begins reading and awaits your answer after finishing
>you're at a loss for words on this stanza, it was the only one you were slightly proud of and can't think of any problems
>you also can't think of anything because of the whole ass fucking thing
>"W-well I uh...."
>to your horror Monika slows down her thrusts as your trail off and then stops with her tip just inside of you
>you groan in frustration at being denied pleasure

>"I need an answer Anon, even if it's wrong I'll let you try again."
>"I don't know! I don't see any problems with the stanza..."
>expecting her to pull out entirely you're surprised to feel her weight shifting as she bends over to behind your ear
>"Ahaha~ very good Anon! If you write something good, it's okay to admit that! That's Monika's poetry tip of the day! Now here's your reward..."
>you feel Monika bite the top of your ear
>"..."for being a good boy."
>she puts all the power she can into a thrust that moves the desk forward a couple inches
>those athletic hips can pack a punch
>you can't contain your lewd noises anymore and are now wantonly moaning with each thrust
>Monika eventually slows down to a more sustainable pace and begins the third stanza, once again awaiting an answer
>stringing a coherent thought together is hard at this point, let alone a poetry analysis
>but if you don't she'll stop entirely and that can't be allowed to happen
>"The...verb usage...is wrong"
>heavy breaths come between every word but you need to do this
>"I should have...used longing...instead of wanting."
>you head falls in exhaustion and you try to push your ass back into Monika for more stimulation
>"Very good once again Anon, just one more stanza now!"
>you prepare for her to pound you again, but it doesn't come
>"But...this time I'm not going faster in between! I'll grind into you nice and slow...then read stanza four"
>you're in no position to protest and Monika begins slowly digging forward into you
>you let out a low, long moan as she find your prostate and grinds into it
>"Oh somebody really likes that!"
>why are you nodding your head you idiot it's rhetorical
>"..but maybe you enjoy it a bit too much, can't have you cumming before the poem ends!"
>Monika pulls away from your prostate and now pumps back and forth just out of reach of it
>the final stanza of the poem is read

>you're so pent up that Monika's words go unheard like there's cotton in your ears
>you were so close, just a couple more seconds and you could have c-
>"Ahem, Anon? I'm waiting for an answer..."
>shit you can't even remember what you wrote for the last stanza, it's all blank
>"C-could you...repeat it for me?"
>Monika pulls herself back once again with the tip just inside you
>"Wait I can remember! Please don't!"
>you still can't remember a damn word
>"I didn't...word it very well..."
>you blank after giving the most general answer possible and desperately try to remember through the lust fueled fog in your mind for a memory of writing that final stanza
>wait a second
>you only remember writing three stanzas!
>"THERE IS NO FOURTH STANZA!"
>that was a little loud, but you got excited
>"Now please just fuck me."
>Monika gigles from behind you
>"Ahaha~ how can I say no to such enthusiasm? Especially when were a clever enough boy to figure out my bluff."
>Monika drops the paper to the desk and grabs your hips with both hands to resume the pounding of your life
>"Anon would you like know what I was saying when you weren't listening? It wasn't just random..."
>you try to respond but instead release another loud moan
>"I'll take that as a yes. I was telling you about all the ways and places I plan to fuck this cute ass of yours, I was telling you about how I want to leave bite marks on your neck so all the girls can see and know you're mine."
>that sounds so incredibly hot
>"Now since you've been such a good boy I'm going to let you cum, so feel free starting now."

>you eagerly try to push yourself back in time with Monika to get more pleasure and cum, but feel her slow to her grinding speed again
>"Not that you get to choose when you cum of course, I'm just saying I'm going to MAKE you cum right now!"
>Monika once again grinds down into your porstate, even more sensitive than before after theprior teasing and pounding
>it's too much, way too much stimulus
>your thoughts still race will all of the fantasies Monika mentioned before, of walking into the club displaying your marks to show who onws you, of Monika taking you over every furniture in your own house
>combined with the overwhelming pleasure your mind begins to spiral into more and more perverse ideas
>Will Monika make you wear a collar? Maybe she'll just fuck you in front of the club for the ultimate show of dominance
>with this fantasy as well as one final thrust and grind you feel lightning course through your body your arms collapse as you spray seed all over the desk in front of you
>Monika catches you in your arms and turns you around to face her before pulling you down as she sits on a chair
>you're cradled with your head in her bosom as she coos to you
>"Feel free to sleep baby, I know that was a little intense. I'll be here when you wake up."
>you sink further into Monika's embrace and promptly go to sleep