Day 16 – Double Penetration/Sybian/Role Reversal
The quiet hum of the Sybian filled the room, vibrating in a low, steady rhythm that seemed to pulse through the air. Maggie was already sitting on the machine, her legs spread wide, toy firmly inside of her and cilt against the roughly textured vibrating part at the front. Her lower lip was held tightly between her teeth, holding back her moans. She was not used to being in this position.
This time, Alex was the one in control.
Standing behind Maggie, Alex adjusted the strap-on around her hips, her hands fumbling at first with the buckles. It was a reversal of their usual dynamic, and the power shift sent a thrill through Alex, her fingers brushing lightly over the slim, five-inch length of the strap-on as she admired the sight in front of her.
Maggie, normally so commanding, was shaking, her hands out in front of her to hold onto the chair. It was the only thing keeping her upright and grounded. The look of surrender on Maggie's face was intoxicating, and Alex couldn't help but smile, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"Look at you." The blonde breath was hot against Maggie's ear. "You look so beautiful like this."
Maggie Brener whimpered. It was a sound Alex thought she would never hear out of the older woman. "I—" Maggie started to speak, but her words were cut off by another low moan as the vibrations from the machine sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
Alex grinned, loving the way Maggie responded to the Sybian, to her touch as she stroked her fingers up and down the other woman's sweaty back. She knelt down slightly, positioning herself behind Maggie, her hands guiding the strap-on between her cheeks, pressing the lubed tip gently against Maggie's entrance. "You ready for me?" Alex asked, her voice low, teasing.
"Yes," she nodded, her voice barely audible over the hum of the machine. "Please."
Alex's grin widened at Maggie's breathy plea. She loved this—loved the power, loved the way Maggie, usually so composed and in control, was reduced to trembling and begging. The dominant had been transformed into a needy submissive, and the sight of Maggie like this, so open and vulnerable, sent a wave of satisfaction through Alex.
Slowly, Alex pressed forward, the lubed tip of the strap-on slipping inside Maggie just an inch before stopping, allowing her partner time to adjust. She watched as Maggie's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips, her muscles trembling from the intensity of the sensations.
The combination of the Sybian's relentless vibrations against her clit and the slow stretch of the strap-on in her ass was overwhelming. Maggie's grip tightened on the chair in front of her, her knuckles turning white as she fought to stay upright. She could handle this—she had before—but it wasn't often that she gave up control like this. And tonight, it was different. This was Alex's birthday request, the one thing her younger lover had asked for, and Maggie couldn't deny her.
"Relax," Alex whispered, her voice a soothing murmur as she leaned forward to press a kiss to the back of Maggie's neck. "You're taking me so well. You look incredible like this, Mags."
Maggie whimpered, her hips shifting slightly as if to invite Alex to go deeper. The vibrations from the Sybian were already sending shockwaves through her body, and the feel of Alex inside her—filling her so completely—pushed her closer to the edge.
"Alex, please," Maggie's voice cracked, barely holding together. She had already come so many times on the machine, her body was overstimulated, every nerve on fire. But the sensation of being stretched like this, the relentless buzz between her legs, was driving her wild.
Alex smirked at her desperation. This was exactly what she had wanted—Maggie like this, needy and begging for more. Slowly, she began to rock her hips, easing the strap-on deeper, watching as Maggie's body responded. "You want more?" Alex teased, her breath hot against Maggie's ear. "You're going to have to beg for it, like you make me. You going to come all over my cock?"
Maggie's breath hitched, her hands gripping the chair harder as Alex's thrusts grew stronger, more forceful. She could feel Alex's nails digging into her hips, the grip so tight it would leave marks, but Maggie didn't care. She wanted it—needed it.
"Yes," Maggie gasped, her body rocking in time with Alex's movements. "Please, Alex. I need more."
"Good girl," Alex purred, her pace quickening, the strap-on sliding in and out of Maggie's tight heat with smooth, powerful thrusts. The sound of Maggie's moans filled the room, mixing with the low hum of the Sybian, and Alex's own breath grew heavier as she reveled in the control she held.
Maggie's body rocked back and forth, her knees buckling as the pleasure became overwhelming. She clung to the chair in front of her, her fingers digging into the fabric as Alex continued to pound into her, her hips moving with a relentless rhythm that left Maggie gasping for breath. The vibrations from the Sybian were still buzzing between her legs, amplifying everything, making her entire body feel like it was on fire.
"Alex, I—I can't hold on," Maggie whimpered, her voice shaky and desperate. Her whole body was trembling, every nerve on fire from the dual sensations of the strap-on in her ass and the Sybian grinding against her clit.
Alex leaned down, her breath hot against Maggie's ear. "Yes, you can," she whispered, her voice dark with satisfaction. "You're going to hold on until I tell you. Do you understand?"
Maggie's breath hitched, her body clenching around the toy as Alex's words sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded frantically, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to focus, tried to hold herself together despite the relentless onslaught of pleasure.
Alex's grip on Maggie's hips tightened, her fingers digging into her flesh as she increased the pace even more, the sound of their bodies moving together filling the room. The Sybian hummed louder, its vibrations growing stronger as Maggie's body rocked against it, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.
"I want you to come when I say," Alex commanded, her voice firm, her hips driving the strap-on deeper with each thrust. "Not before. I want you to show me how much control you have, Maggie. Be a good girl for me."
Maggie's body shook, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to hold back the orgasm that was building inside her. Her muscles tensed, her thighs trembling as she rode the edge of release, desperate for permission but unwilling to disobey.
Alex's own breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she maintained the brutal pace, her hands moving over Maggie's slick skin, guiding her, controlling her every movement. She could feel the tension in Maggie's body, the way she was holding herself back, and it only made Alex want to push her further.
"You're so close, aren't you?" Alex whispered, her voice a low, teasing murmur as she leaned in to press a kiss to Maggie's shoulder. "I can feel how much you want to come. You're trembling for me, Maggie."
"Yes," Maggie gasped, her voice breaking as her body jerked with each thrust. "Please, Alex—please let me come. I can't—I can't hold on."
Alex smiled wickedly, her hips slamming into Maggie's harder, her grip tightening even more as she drove the strap-on deep inside her. "Not yet," she growled, her voice thick with control. "I want you to hold it just a little longer."
Maggie let out a desperate moan, her legs shaking, her body barely able to keep itself upright as she clung to the chair, her knuckles white from the effort. The pleasure was too much—it was everywhere, building inside her, threatening to explode, but she forced herself to hold on, to wait for Alex's command.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Alex leaned in close, her lips brushing against Maggie's ear as she whispered, "Now, Maggie. Come for me."
The moment the words left Alex's mouth, Maggie's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she almost collapsed. Her hips bucked wildly, her muscles clenching around the strap-on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the intensity of it making her cry out in raw, primal need.
Alex didn't slow down. She continued thrusting into Maggie, riding out her orgasm with relentless force, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body. The Sybian buzzed beneath her, adding to the overwhelming sensation, until Maggie was a quivering mess, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That's it," Alex murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction as she watched Maggie fall apart in her hands. "Such a good girl, Maggie. Look at you."
Maggie could barely respond, her body shaking uncontrollably as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. She slumped forward against the chair, her legs trembling, her mind hazy from the intensity of it all.
Alex slowly pulled the strap-on out of Maggie, her hands gentle now as she eased her partner back into a more comfortable position. The Sybian's hum finally quieted as Alex reached down to turn it off, leaving the room in a peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of Maggie's labored breathing.
"You did so well," Alex whispered, her hands stroking over Maggie's back in soothing, tender motions. "I'm so proud of you."
Maggie let out a soft whimper, her body too exhausted to do anything but lean into Alex's touch. She could feel Alex's hands, warm and comforting, and it was enough to ease the remaining tension in her muscles.
Gently, Alex helped Maggie to her feet, guiding her toward the bed with slow, careful movements. She pulled the older woman into her arms, wrapping her in a blanket as they collapsed onto the bed together, their bodies entwined.
"I've got you," Alex whispered, her lips pressing soft kisses to Maggie's forehead. "You're safe."
Maggie nodded weakly, her body still trembling, but the warmth of Alex's embrace and the quiet comfort of the moment soothed her frayed nerves. She let out a deep sigh, finally allowing herself to relax fully, her head resting against Alex's chest.
They stayed like that for a while, the room quiet and still, the tension from their earlier intensity melting away as they held each other close. Alex's hands never left Maggie's body, gently stroking her back, her fingers threading through her hair in a soothing rhythm.
Eventually, Maggie stirred, her voice soft and tired. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to meet Alex's gaze.
Alex smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Maggie's face. "I am a pretty good top huh?" she asked, her voice filled with affection.
"Don't get used to it, Levy," Maggie warned, teasing softly.
"Oh trust me, I still prefer you as top."