The Joy of Yahoo Chat Rooms
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"Oh what the bloody hell was that meant to be,
pet?" screamed Spike, his face wrinkling in disgust as he started
mimicking the sounds he'd just heard. "'Oh, I'm soooo wet, oooh yeah, oh
I'm so tight...'. That's fucking pathetic!"
He leant back in the huge leather computer chair that he'd bought for Willow a
few days back, he'd thought it went well with the huge bankers desk that he'd
purchased a few days before that, and shook his head. It wasn't long before the
Yahoo chat room he was in burst into a massive hysterical fit. Various voice
chatters cut each other off as they struggled to defend or defame the girl who
had just finished her 'performance' in the room and his screen became a mass of
private message screens, hurling various pieces of abuse at him, and over it
all the girls voice rang through.
"Yeah, like you could actually get a girl off you fucking prick!"
"Ducks, just 'cause you can't even manage it on your own don't take it out
on me," he chuckled at the pissed off girl. "I'll have you know, my
missus is well and truly satisfied and certainly never has to fake it like
that. Have you ever heard a woman actually cum? 'Cause you sound nothing like
one!"
"I bet she fakes all the time just to get you off her. If there even is a
girl you pathetic jerk."
"Well, that's the point of the room you stupid chit. But you're not
providing much inspiration. Hell, you couldn't even get a part in a fucking
porno!" Spike grinned manically as the chat room once more burst into
life, the girl’s voice long lost in the multitude of chatters and PM's. Leaning
back in the leather chair, he crossed his hands behind his head and laughed.
He'd stumbled into these rooms a few days back. They were something to relieve
the boredom of impossibly long hours spent without Willow while she was at
college and provided a fantastic source of amusement for the blond. The damage
he could do verbally was amazing, it was like going into a pub and picking a
brawl. Better yet, it was more realistic than Jerry Springer. But this room,
Yahoo's 'Women Pleasuring Themselves', was his personal favourite. In this
wonderfully enlightened room the patrons bit twice as hard and twice as fast
and he just loved it.
Of course if Willow knew what he was up to she would have smashed him over the
head with the laptop he was so merrily chatting away at. But she remained
blissfully ignorant of his daily excursions into the seedier side of the World
Wide Web and the various chat rooms available to any person or demon willing to
state they were a legal adult. With a click of the mouse the weirdest and most
perverted side of life was available to anyone and anything and Spike revelled
in it. He leant forward again, clicking on the talk button and yelled.
"Bloody tosspots, the lot of you!"
A torrent of abuse flooded the room and Spike laughed out loud. The usual
insults about impotence, wanking and his mother came up on the screen and again
the girl repeated her accusation that he couldn't satisfy anyone even if he had
explicit instructions. Somehow, above all the garbled racket of voices, he
heard the door of the mansion close. Smirking, he leant forward and instead of
clicking on the talk button he clicked on the hands free one.
"Listen and learn mates, that's all I'm going to say," he said before
pulling up the various screens to silence the PMs, turned down the volume on
the speakers and sat back and waited. It wasn't too long before Willow walked
into the bedroom.
"Spike?"
"In here, love," he called, swivelling the chair about to watch as
she dumped her bag, discarded her shoes near the door of their bedroom and
walked towards him. She was tired, he could see that, mind you who wouldn't be?
The days she spent at college were long and exhausting, not to mention the
added stress of side stepping Buffy's questions and coming up with plausible
excuses why she no longer slept at the dorms. Then of course was the fact that
her lover was nocturnal, keeping her up all hours of the night and trying,
rather unsuccessfully, to convince her to stay with him during the daylight
hours. Still, he was more than willing to make it up to her, showering her with
gifts and affection. As long as she was with him he found some type of peace
and contentment, even if it was devoid of a satisfactory diet and half decent
sports with terrified humans. Reaching out, he took her hand, bringing it up to
his lips and pulling her to him. "Tired, Red?"
"A little," she acknowledged, happily letting him drag her down onto
his lap, his arms wrapping about her waist as his lips claimed hers softly.
Smiling, she broke away from the kiss, swinging her legs up and over the arm of
the chair. "Nothing that can't be remedied by a nice long bath..."
"A bath," he murmured against her throat as his lips sought out her
sensitive pulse point and he swung the chair back around, making her squeal and
throw her arms about his neck. "Sounds like a plan."
"Mmm," Willow agreed, rolling her head back exposing her neck and
giggling as Spike's hand snuck under the hem of her shirt, his palm resting on
the soft curve of her stomach while his thumb brushed against the soft satin of
her bra. Sighing, she leant back into the crook of his arm as he cradled her in
his lap, her own hand brushing across his t-shirt while the other tangled in
his hair. "But then again plans always go astray..."
"Some plans do," he grinned wickedly, raising his head from her neck
as his free hand caught the material of her long loose skirt, easily pulling it
up and exposing her long legs. He saw the frown start to crease her forehead
and caught her lips before the inventible question could escape them. As his
tongue slowly teased her mouth, tasting and consuming her, his hands caressed
her body, gentle strokes and firm circles, brushing briefly against her most
sensitive spots before abandoning them for the greater expanses of flesh. When
his fingers finally closed about her breast, she moaned into his mouth, arching
into the caress. Breaking the kiss, he grinned and buried his face in her neck,
leaving a wet path of kisses down to her breasts. His mouth closed over one
hard nipple, laving it through the two layers of material with his tongue
before biting down and rolling the hard bud between his teeth. The soft
whimpers she made were the sweetest music to him, growing louder and changing
into soft moans of pleasure as a single finger slipped between her thighs to
rub against her knickers.
Willow tugged on his hair, pulling his face away from her breasts so she could
kiss him. Her tongue demanding a response that he was willing to give. Twisting
on his lap, she turned toward him, her fingers pulling and tugging at his
t-shirt. Groaning, she pulled away from his mouth and yanked his t-shirt up,
forcing him to break his hold on her and lift his arms so she could take his
shirt off and fling it away. Before the shirt had even landed on the floor her
own was being tossed aside and his hands worked on the fastenings of her skirt,
moments later it fell to the floor. The scraps of lace that were easily
mistaken for underwear flew through the air and would be discovered hours
later, hanging from the light fixing.
Once more Spike's mouth found its way to her breasts, suckling on one. The
other he teased with his hand, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers,
pinching it, eliciting delightfully sweet moans from the redhead. She leant
back so that she was draped across his lap, hanging over the chair and it
suited Spike. Never ceasing his ministrations to her breasts, his free hand
slipped between her legs and as two of his fingers found her clit she brought
one foot up to rest on the arm of the chair. Slowly, he teased her with those
two fingers, sometimes applying pressure, sometimes barely touching her. He
could feel her clit swell and become hard beneath his fingertips, becoming
moist and slippery as her body reacted. It was when her hand pushed his, urging
him to give her more, that he dropped those two fingers down. As he slid them
into her warmth, his thumb took over pressing against her clit. He started a
slow rhythm, thrusting his fingers into her, then pulling them back and
pressing down with his thumb.
As Willow's breath shallowed, Spike lifted his head from her breast and watched
her face. Every now and then he would let his thumbnail drag across her
sensitive flesh, making her jerk and moan even louder. She was moving against
his fingers, thrusting hard and he knew she was close. This was the part he
loved. Her thighs grasped at his hand, twisting it as she thrust hard against
him, her muscles clamping down on his fingers and contracting about the digits
as she cried out incoherently. He could see the orgasm in her eyes as much as
feel it in the responses of her body. The pupils dilated before briefly
narrowing and expanding again, caused by the high blood pressure rush. That
blood rush laden with all sorts of chemicals...he could almost taste it.
Then she was moving her mouth capturing his, her fingers entwining in his hair.
She straddled his lap and he could feel her warmth and pleasant weight rocking
against his achingly hard denim covered cock. Growling, he grabbed her ass and
picked her up, her legs wrapped about his waist while her hands linked behind
his neck and their lips remained locked, tongues frantically duelling, twisting
and thrusting. As his thighs slammed into the side of the desk, it shook and he
released his hold, dropping her down on the wooden surface. Without breaking
the kiss, both their hands fumbled and groped at his belt and fly, neither
successful in their attempts. Spike groaned and tore his lips away from hers,
swearing violently as he tore at his belt, pulling it free and yanking his
jeans open and down. Without pausing in his frenzied movements, he grabbed her
hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, impaling her in one quick thrust.
Just as quickly he pulled back and thrust forward, hard and deep. Over and over
again he slammed into her, flesh slapping against flesh. It was the start of a
hard and frantic fuck.
Willow groaned, leaning back and tilting her hips to take him deeper. Blindly,
she reached out to support her weight on her hands, sending a pile of books
crashing to the ground. Her feet dropped down tangling in his jeans and inner
thighs and her calves grabbed at his ass as she tried to keep up with his
urgent movements. Suddenly his mouth was on her breast, lips surrounding and
capturing a pink nipple. All thoughts of supporting her weight flew out of her
mind as his tongue laved the hard nub and with a gasping moan of sheer delight
she collapsed on the desk. Bucking up against Spike's mouth, she grabbed the
back of the desk with both hands and somewhere, in the back of her passion
fogged mind, she was grateful that the desk was huge and solid enough to take
the beating they were currently delivering.
She writhed, she sweated, she gurgled and groaned,
desperately grinding against Spike every time his hips slammed forward. Then he
bit down on her nipple and she screamed out, her hands released their death
hold on the desk and clawed at him, her body momentarily stilling as her legs
tightened their hold. Then her back arched, her toes curled and every muscle in
her body tensed and trembled. Taking a deep gasping breath, she opened her mouth
and cried out just as Spike jerked roughly against her, his own roar muffled by
her breast. Slowly, he kept rocking against her, his hands soothing her sweaty
tired flesh as he kissed his way up, finally claiming her mouth with a tender
kiss.
"Okay, maybe a bath wouldn't have the same affect as that," Willow
panted, her fingers dragging across his back. Spike smirked and kissed her
again, his fingers brushing away a few damp tendrils that clung to her
forehead. Reluctantly breaking the kiss he stood up, taking her with him and
kissed the palm of her hand.
"I don't know," he purred, pulling her down from the desk. "Why
don't we take a bath and see?"
"That sounds like a plan," Willow giggled softly and kissed him, her
fingers caressing his chest. With a pinch of his nipple, she broke the kiss and
smiled at him. "We could have a raspberry bubble bath."
"Perfect, love," he stated, his hands caressing her bare arms, his
eyes roaming over her flushed body. With a quick kiss on the lips, he twirled
them about and pushed her in the general direction of the bathroom. "You
go on and start it, I'll be right in."
He wasn't a fool and neither was Willow, who frowned at him suspiciously over
her shoulder as he sat back down in the chair. But thankfully she was too tired
to even care about questioning his motives for her to leave him alone in the
study while she started a bath. So she left him there without a second thought
or glance. He waited, enjoying the view as she walked away, until she was in
the bathroom. Only when the door closed and the water began to run did he turn
back to the laptop, perilously perched on the corner of the desk. Using the
touch pad, he clicked on the hands free button, turning it off and then clicked
on the talk button.
"I feel, at this point in time, that there is only one thing left to say
to you morons," Spike spoke smugly, listening as Willow moved about the
bathroom, humming to herself, and the smell of raspberries wafted through to
the room. "Nyah, nyah!"
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