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A Good Night's Sleep	By : razzaname Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 47661 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Expanding the possibilities slightly.
Every now and again, Willow wanted variation. As fun as Buffy and Dawn were, and it really was endless time, she couldn’t help thinking of others.
And after her brief spell being able to look at and touch Tara, she couldn’t stop imagining a chance to play with someone new, and fresh. Of all the people she knew in Sunnydale, though, there was only one person she wanted any particular revenge on.
So, when night fell, Willow decided to pay a visit to the home of Anya Jenkins. The two of them had never gotten on, and a little hate would make one of these sessions a lot more fun.
Before heading off, Willow continued her usual fun with the Summers, if briefly.
Dawn she let wake up into a dream-state while lying over Willow’s knee, while Willow got a few good spanks in. It was almost amusing how quickly Dawn started squirming, and how wet she got.
Buffy, Willow stripped as she often did, before leaving her asleep by the front door. She was just there as a reminder; she was starting to enjoy letting Buffy wake up in various places, nude and embarrassed. It was just a matter of working out where to put her.
Then Willow got dressed, packed her favourite toys into a bag, and went out for a walk. It wasn’t too far to where Anya lived with her fiancée.
Not that her fiancée would be part of any of this. Willow preferred women; and there was something so deliciously appealing about giving someone a wet dream about her while in bed with their fiancée.
Xander and Anya’s apartment was a nice place. Willow knew where the spare key was hidden, and before she crossed the threshold she cast the same sleeping curse.
She took a moment to breathe in, before smiling, and walking inside.
It didn’t take long to find their bedroom. Anya and Xander slept side by side; Willow tugged on the sheets, folding them to the side to expose Anya.
She was sleeping in a babydoll and nothing else, and what there was of her nightwear barely went over her ass. As Anya shifted in her sleep, it hiked up higher.
Willow licked her lips, and moved onto the bed.
She didn’t like Anya; she’d be the first to admit that. Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate her body.
Reaching out, Willow turned Anya over, pushing her babydoll up just a little higher to expose a remarkably nice ass; Willow grabbed at it, squeezing and smiling to herself at how soft it was.
She could vaguely remember a casual line from Anya, a ‘yes, we’ve enjoyed spanking.’ That thought had been on Willow’s mind for a while. Something had made her press her legs together, something indescribably enjoyable about thinking of Anya over Xander’s knee…
It was a good thing Willow had met Tara not long after that. That way, she’d figured out just where in that fantasy Willow wanted to be.
She squeezed Anya’s ass, again, before lifting that hand and bringing it down. There was a crack, and Anya gasped in her sleep.
Willow bit her lip.
That was the best thing about her nightly jaunts; she got to fulfil fantasies she’d had for so, so long.
Willow moved to the side of the bed, swinging her legs until she was sitting there, and she pulled Anya over, until she was lying over her lap.
The babydoll had been pulled up so high, by now, that it barely covered Anya’s neck. Willow took a moment to feel her chest; they were a decent size, too much for Willow to hold in one hand. She squeezed, as she often did to Anya’s body.
She was being cruel, she knew that; manhandling like this would hurt if Anya was awake. Then again, Anya wasn’t awake, and honestly Willow didn’t particularly care.
“You’ve been such a bitch,” Willow said. “You know that, don’t you? You know you deserve this.”
She pinched at Anya’s nipples, more out of distraction than anything, before moving her hand back over Anya.
She smacked her ass, watching how Anya reacted. She did have a fairly soft ass; it help its shape perfectly, but it was a fairly comfortable one to spank. Happily, Willow hit her again, and again.
The smacks echoed throughout the room, and nothing would have made Willow slow.
She watched as Anya started to moan in her sleep; little yips that might have been pain, or might have been something else.
Every few seconds, Willow moved her other hand, sliding up Anya’s bare thigh to her core. Anya kept her pubic hair trimmed, little more than the tiniest patch of blonde there, and her cunt was hot and soon dripping wet.
“You little slut,” Willow said.
She kept spanking, waiting until there was a nice, rosy-red shade covering most of Anya’s ass. Willow paused, resting her hand there for a moment, enjoying the heat radiating.
That had to sting.
One last smack later, and Willow moved. She rolled Anya back onto the bed, face-up, and stood up herself to get her bag of toys.
Anya was lying a little way below the pillow, now, so Willow laid out several dildos on and near the pillow, in ascending order of size. Each had a base ready to be slotted into her strap-on harness. Then, she took a more mediocre toy, put it in the harness, and fitted it on herself.
Willow crawled back onto the bed, straddling Anya. She pressed the toy to Anya’s soaked cunt, slipping it inside it little ceremony. She didn’t move, however, more interested in how Anya would buck and writhe during her dream.
Then Willow started to slap at Anya’s tits, watching the globes jiggle from side to side, and watching the flesh react. They took slaps well; they were big enough for her hand to just sink in.
Still, it was satisfying.
“If you’re a bitch, you get punished,” Willow said.
Willow slapped again, harder, and that time Anya jerked up; she forced herself down on the strap-on, only to whimper.
Willow smirked, and shifted, sliding closer until the toy was completely buried inside Anya.
Fuck, it was hard to not be turned on by this revenge fantasy. She’d always been unable to stand Anya, and now Anya was all hers, to spank and to fuck and to use…
Willow started thrusting, the toy rubbing against her clit, and making her gasp as she kept on slapping Anya. It was a combination of both that sent jolts through her; causing pain to Anya, making Anya’s body buck up, and the friction of the strap-on.
Willow came, thrusting into Anya, and whispering “Bitch.” Unable to keep moving, she grabbed a boob in each hand, squeezing as pleasure ran through her.
She panted, slowly coming down, and slowly loosening her grip. She was vaguely aware of Anya crying out.
Then, while Willow recovered, she resumed slapping, occasionally going for Anya’s cheeks too.
When Anya’s tits had themselves turned red, matching her ass remarkably, and the skin was left warm and stinging, Willow paused. Anya looked quite an impressive mess, and that was satisfying.
There were so many other potentially satisfying things, though.
Willow slowly slid her strap-on back into Anya’s cunt, all the way, and moved her hands to pinch Anya’s nipples. She kept pinching, until Anya’s sleeping face was beginning to look uncomfortable.
Then she released both, wound one hand in Anya’s hair, and lessened the sleeping curse, bringing Anya back up into the dream-state Willow had so much fun with. She slapped Anya as she awoke, looking down and smirking.
“Hello, whore,” Willow said. “You know I have to punish you, don’t you?”
Anya gasped, shivering under her. She didn’t seem exactly opposed to the idea; then again, Anya had always been blunt about her sluttiness.
“Thank me,” Willow said, slapping Anya again.
“Thank you for hurting me,” Anya said. “Can you do it some more?”
Of course spanked-red tits and ass wouldn’t be enough for her. Willow snorted, pulling back on Anya’s hair instead.
“Shut up, bitch,” Willow said. “I choose what I do.”
Roughly, Willow rolled Anya over, shifting her until her ass was back up in the air, and Anya was facing the toys laid out on her pillow.
“How big is Xander?” Willow said. “Point to one.”
Quickly, Anya pointed out one of the toys. The size wasn’t exactly unimpressive; so Willow smiled, reached out, and picked up the toy a couple of sizes above it.
Carefully, Willow fit it into the harness of her strap-on, resting it between the cheeks of Anya’s ass.
“Have you been with women before?” Willow said, slapping Anya’s ass as she spoke.
“Yes,” Anya said, and whimpered. “Back when I was a vengeance demon. Sometimes it took a lot to grant wishes.”
“You let yourself get fucked just to do your job?” Willow said. She spanked Anya again, several times. “You really are a whore.”
“Yes, yes!”
“Shut up,” Willow said. She reached up with her other hand, tugging on Anya’s hair. “Have you done anal?”
“Of course,” Anya said. “Xander wanted to.”
“He would,” Willow said. She snorted, looking down at Anya’s ass. Pity, it could have been fun to be her first.
Willow shifted, rubbing the strap-on between Anya’s legs, moistening it with her cunt. Carefully, she lined it up with Anya’s asshole, but didn’t push it inside.
Instead, she spanked Anya again. That was far too much fun.
Willow leant forwards, until her tits were pressed against Anya’s back.
“What’s something you’ve never done for him?” Willow said. “What’s something you would never do?”
“He wants a threesome,” Anya said. “It’s his only fantasy that I haven’t helped with, rest are just outfits. But I won’t share him.”
Willow paused for a moment. Anya had a collection of outfits, huh? That was a fun thought for another day.
“So, this,” Willow said, “Being with a woman while he’s right there, while he’s sleeping and can’t see a thing, that’s something he would want to be part of? That’s something you’d never do for him, but would do for me?”
She shifted, pressing her strap-on more insistently against Anya’s ass. Willow tugged on her hair, again, this time pressed her head sideways to the bed, so she was facing the sleeping Xander.
“Answer me, slut,” Willow said, with another spank. “This is something you’ll do for me, and won’t do for him.”
“I guess.”
“Then beg me for it,” Willow said.
The moment before Anya could, Willow slapped her ass again, chuckling at how Anya gasped.
“Please, fuck my ass,” Anya said. “Use me like a whore when my fiancee’s right there, and can’t see and doesn’t know, and just fuck me until I’m screaming. I’ll be your perfect slut, please-”
Well, that was why Willow had been so vengeful with Anya. She looked hot, Willow would admit, but she could get very annoying and demanding when she spoke.
Willow thrust forwards, the walls of Anya’s ass opening for her, and Willow found her plastic cock sliding inside. The strap-on struggled to fit the last inch inside, but while Anya whimpered and begged, Willow just had to push.
Until the hilt of the toy was against Anya’s reddened ass, and Anya was giving blissful, choked sobs.
“Is it bigger than him?” Willow said.
“So much,” Anya said.
She cried out as Willow started moving, the strap-on quickly picking up speed as Anya’s ass adjusted.
As slutty as Anya acted, and even though she’d done this before, this hole was still tight. Willow could feel how it struggled to accommodate her strap-on, and couldn’t help thinking that this was probably the biggest thing she’d even taken in her ass.
So, at least, she’d given Anya some kind of special memory.
Anya did make spectacular sounds. She’d already been whimpering as she’d been slapped and pinched and punished, and was dripping wet just from getting spanked when asleep; now with her ass being stretched out she gave cries that were barely moans or screams at all, just raw, animalistic noises of desperation.
Willow spanked Anya once with every thrust, as hard as she could manage, making Anya’s ass shake around the toy.
It was surprisingly little time before Anya cried out;
“Fuck me, fuck, I’m close, use my ass-”
“Shut up, whore,” Willow said. She still had one hand at the top of Anya’s back, pinning her in place as she thrust back and forth. Willow used it to pull on her hair, pinning Anya back down, facing Xander. “Am I better than him?”
She knew the thought she wanted in Anya’s head, for when Anya came. She wanted Anya to remember that; to wake up thinking of having the best sex of her life, and thinking of Willow controlling her like this.
It was such a satisfying thought. Sure, she didn’t like Anya; now Anya would get wet whenever she saw her.
“Yes!” Anya shouted. “You fuck me so much better than my fiancée, Willow, just make me cum-”
Willow didn’t slow, even as Anya started squirming and bucking back, thrusting against Willow’s strap-on.
The choked sobs became ecstatic shouts. Willow spanked her through her orgasm, not being remotely gentle when it came to using Anya’s ass.
Slowly, though, Anya slumped forwards. Painfully close to her own climax, Willow paused, considering thrusting a few more times. Then a different idea came to her, and she pulled out, moving and shifting them both.
Willow ended up standing, when she knocked Anya to the floor. Anya quickly stood up, about to speak, when she saw the strap-on just level with her head. Willow grabbed Anya’s hair, with both hands.
“Have you done this for Xander?” Willow said. “Cleaned him off, after having your ass fucked?”
“No,” Anya said. For a moment she stared, suddenly mute. “He always cums in my ass, he’s never ready for more. And it’s kinda gross, so-”
“So you’ll do it for me,” Willow said. “Won’t you?”
Anya hesitated.
“Who fucks you better?” Willow said. She tugged harshly on Anya’s hair. “Whose slut are you?”
Apparently that was all the incentive Anya needed. She opened her mouth, and Willow pushed forward, sliding the dirty toy forwards. She kept pushing, ignoring how Anya started to gag and choke, until it was down her throat.
Anya knew how to deepthroat, she’d been far too explicit about that knowledge before. Still, it took her a moment to adjust to the girth and length of this toy.
Distaste flickered across her features, before something else took over; Willow felt the toy start to vibrate, Anya’s tongue running around it.
“You have to have sucked him off,” Willow said. “You look so much better with a cock in your mouth.” And you don’t talk.
Willow moved slowly, giving Anya the chance to clean all of the length of the toy, watching her mood shift from disgust to acceptance. That sent a thrill through her; albeit in a dream, Anya would do things for Willow that she’d never do for anything else.
Willow thrust forward, and that knowledge, combined with the vibration of the toy, the sight of Anya’s flushed and slapped face with the plastic cock deep in her throat, and the memory of how thoroughly she’d used her oldest friend’s fiancée, made her cum again.
Willow grabbed Anya’s hair, pulling her down, and used the way Anya gagged when the toy hit her throat to extend it, gasping and grunting as she came.
Then, wearily, she sent Anya back to sleep. No point in talking afterwards.
She lay Anya back on the bed, readjusting her babydoll, packed away the toys, and with a last grope of her tits and slap of her ass, Willow covered her again in the sheets.
Satisfied, Willow went home.
She was so lost in her fantasies and memories that she almost tripped over a naked Buffy when she got back. Right, she’d left Buffy by the door.
Willow waited where she was for a moment, then smiled, and brought Buffy back to her room. Willow was too exhausted to use her any more, but she wanted to remember.
Keeping the sleeping curse active on the two Summers, Willow went to sleep. It was hard to, knowing Buffy was ready to be used in the corner, but Willow knew she wasn’t ready for more just yet.
When morning came, Willow got up first. She dragged the sleeping Buffy to the front door, opened it, and lay her outside the house, her legs apart to expose her trimmed cunt to anyone who walked past. Her tits were bare to the cool morning breeze, nipples hardening instantly.
Smiling, Willow went back inside, and shut the door. It locked automatically.
Willow went back upstairs, peering out of her window. She waited until some early-morning types started passing by, and waited for them to slow, staring at Buffy.
That was when she woke Buffy up, properly. There was a suddenly, delightful shriek.
Willow hurried back downstairs to a desperate knocking on the door.
“Let me in, please, let me in!”
“Who is that?” Willow said, feigning a yawn.
“It’s Buffy!” Buffy said. “Willow, please, open the door.”
“Buffy’s asleep.”
“I’m not, I’m here-”
“And she has a key,” Willow said. “I know the kind of supernatural things that go on in Sunnydale, I’m warning you-”
“I sleepwalked again,” Buffy said. Her voice became slightly more desperate. “Willow, just let me in-”
“I’m going to check,” Willow said. “If Buffy’s in her bed-”
“I’m not-”
“Then you’d better run before I get back, whatever kind of shapeshifter you are.”
“Willow!”
Instead of going upstairs, Willow went around to the lounge, and peered out the window.
Her best friend was there, not quite sure where to face. She had been desperately knocking on the door, showing her ass off to the increasing, small crowd and a few phones with cameras.
Now, though, aware she might be stuck for a little time, she turned back around, pressing herself against the door. She covered her nipples with one arm, doing a poor job of hiding her cleavage or the underside of her tits, and instead just pressing hard enough that they looked all the more impressive.
With her other hand, she tried to hide her cunt. Willow watched her shout at the people, telling them to not take photos, or to leave; every now and again Buffy tried to gesture, shrinking back when she realized she was exposing more of herself.
Willow mentally calculated how long it would take her to check Buffy’s room, and then to check the other rooms to make sure Buffy hadn’t sleepwalked anywhere. Long enough.
Intently watching her best friend’s public exposure and humiliation, Willow slipped one hand between her legs.
In no time at all she came, gushing against her fingers. She wiped her hand clean behind a cushion on the sofa and, playing off her flushed face as a mix of embarrassment and weariness from running around, ran to answer the door.
“Buffy, I’m so sorry, I thought-”
Buffy ran inside, bright red, slamming the door behind her. She went right up to her room.
After a minute or so, Willow followed.
“Buffy?” she said. “Are you…ok?”
“Embarrassed,” she said. “Sleepwalking’s getting worse.”
For Buffy, maybe. Everyone else enjoyed it.
“Sorry I didn’t…”
“I know,” Buffy said. “Understand why you did it, even if I wish you hadn’t. Can’t be too sure about who you invite into the house, in Sunnydale.”
“Yeah,” Willow said.
“I really hate sleepwalking.”
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