LAN Party Sidestories 1: Supplyrun Part 1 - Maud

>be Maude
>just had the best fucking of your life
>you can't remember the last time anyone made you crack like that
>perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to warm up a little, regain your composure
>the cheeky bastard ninjafucked you while you were sleeping
>not that it's really a bad thing, but you kind of need to drive now
>and you'll be damned if you haven't got the ladyboner of your life right now
>get dressed, quickly eat some bomb-ass waffles, from anon
>excuse yourself from Sunset and Trixie, sneaking into Sunny S' room quickly
>damn it, doesn't this bitch have anything concealable
>too big, too noisy, oh fuck that's a dragon dildo
>that can wait
>vibrating egg, perfect

>probably shouldn't masturbate in public, because law
>but hot damn, you can't think straight while you're this horny
>but this poker face won't die
>no way, no how
>with a dab of lube, you gently slide it into your ass
>you'd been wanting to try do some ass-play, and at least this'll keep you on edge better than direct stimulation
>panties back on, and the controller sits nicely between your thighs, just above your hem-line
>sweet sediment, this feels good
>every slow, rhythmic pulse eases and teases the muscle of your ass
>the motor's surprisingly strong, and you can feel your whole crotch writhing with its every churn
>this is going to be a long drive

>every step takes you a little closer to the edge
>stay calm, cool, composed
>you've got this
>it's already warm outside again when you get to your car
>windows down, radio on
>traffic's kinda slow, probably not that many people up yet
>hit a set of lights
>gotta regulate your breathing, this egg's driving you nuts
>zone out
>notice red and blue flashing
>light's been green for a while now, and the cop behind you is signalling to pull over
>this truly is the end of days
>you're the world's poker face of the year, all years
>you can do this

>slowly pull over
>aviator glasses
>thick mustache
>this guy must be trying to look like a stereotype
>"License and registration, ma'am."
>gulp and suppress a wince as you accidentally nudge the control while reaching for the glove box
>breaking a sweat, and you could swear the thing's audible
>you can vaguely see his eyes narrow through the shades


>be cop
>asshole chief gave you a shitty early shift
>whatever, this shit's easy, just boring-AF
>figure you can do it hung over
>this bitch is more spaced out than you are
>not even noticing a green light
>whatever, her plates check out and she doesn't look like she's smoking anything
>her expression hasn't changed once the whole time
>does she even remember you're there
>fuck this
>hand her back her card and papers
>such is life in your own personal purgatory


>return to rock girl
>by some deus ex machina, that cop either didn't notice anything or didn't care
>keep driving
>get home
>shit, gonna need to change panties, these are soaked
>fuck it, you're going to rub this one out, Anon won't have it so easy
>fall back on your bed, panties down, and you get started
>cranking the vibe up to max, you run your fingers down and spread your vulva
"Mmm, damn you Anon..."



>letting out a soft moan, you challenge yourself to keep the pokerface
>index and ring finger spread your labia out, middle finger rubbing the vagina
>damn Sunset has good taste in toys though, this vibe egg is really rocking your world
>shh, Maud, now is not the time for puns
>rubbing up the sides of your slit with your index and ring, your middle finger then slowly penetrates your warm nethers
>after a couple of internal strokes, you take it back out and run circles on your clit while keeping the other two steady
>oh god this is so good
"Mmm, Anon, fuck."
>you wince slightly
>that magnificent bastard
>you put in two fingers, moving your thumb to your clit
>almost there
>with three fingers in, you gently flex them, applying pressure with your thumb
>so close
>you grab your breast, tweaking the nipple slightly
>and finally, you reach your climax
"Fff- Anon..."
>you can't stop, not yet, this can't end
>he wouldn't let up right now
>you forgo your well-refined technique and just rub your clit
>oh god yes
>switching off the egg, you lay there in afterglow as your cum and sweat seep into your clothes
>after a quick rinse in the shower, you change and look for some proper gear
>Trixie's into the fetish stuff, but you kink a little yourself
>might as well pack a bag
>handcuffs, a couple of dildos, a strap-on harness, a latex outfit, including bodysuit, gloves, thigh-highs, and six-inch high heels
>and there's always "the invader"
>today will be a good day