Note: This story is somewhat lighter than the other Breaking Clichés stories.
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Scarlett woke up in her bed and laughed as she realized that she must have passed out after her last climax. She could feel her huge dildo between her legs, its tip still nestled against her wet pussy. "Damn! That was an intense orgasm!" she thought. After pushing it on the floor, she stretched luxuriously under the blankets. As her nipples slipped against the soft fabric, she remembered that her pussy wasn't the only thing she had abused this morning.
Pushing the blanket down and looking at her large breasts, she grinned: her nipples were a lot redder than their usual pink. Closing her eyes, she remembered having sucked on them so hard as she was driving that dildo in and out of her. "I don't think I've pushed John hard enough yet... He still hasn't sucked me this brutally." Scarlett thought, still grinning like a cat with cream on its whiskers.
As she twisted around, she felt another dildo, much smaller, still lodged deep inside her ass. After scooting down her bed, she sat up on its corner, opened her legs and made her pelvis rotate. The feelings were still delicious, even after three climaxes. Glancing at the dildo on the floor, she briefly considered reaching for it again. But the clock on the wall reminded her that she was going to be late for class if she didn't get up now.
So she did, keeping her butt-plug inside her as she climbed down the stairs, fully naked. In sync with the sway of her hips, her long dark hair whipped behind her with her every step. What she wouldn't give to have John's cock inside her right now. Leaning against the counter, her plugged ass still teasing her, she drank her orange juice while the sun hungrily caressed her skin.
Gently twisting against the counter, her legs crossed to enhance the feelings, she checked her emails. John had written to her during the night, and apparently he missed her just as much as she did. Scarlett grinned as she read the brief description of his fantasy, and felt her pussy becoming wet again. When John finished by saying that he had enjoyed teasing her with this email, she grinned, laughed and swore at the same time. If at first she had been able to manipulate him, to push all his buttons, he had certainly learned how to push hers during their many months together.
Switching to her calendar, she checked the dates again. Three days! Three days before he'd be back here. Scarlett sighed and thought that she would strap him to their bed for an entire week. "Their bed." It was a strange feeling, that. Walking slowly to the stairs, she could see the edge of that same bed. It was not just "her bed" anymore, nor was it "his bed".
It had been a long while since she had ever slept in a bed that belonged to two people. Technically this was still her place and her bed, but in her mind, it was theirs. With a gentle smile, regardless of the naughty plug that was still making her body buzz, Scarlett walked to the bathroom.
In the shower, she delicately removed the plug and shivered. She was still as sexually charged and frustrated as she had been this morning, three orgasms ago. "How the fuck am I supposed to survive the next three days!!" she thought, mauling her breasts and tweaking her nipples. In the past, Scarlett has had a lot of long stretches without sex. Once, when she'd been eighteen, she'd spent six entire months with nothing more than her fingers and toys. But that had been her choice! Now, she'd had sex just about everyday since she'd met John. And she had loved every damn one of those times.
Back in their room, Scarlett looked at herself in the mirror before selecting her clothes. 'What man wouldn't want this in his bed?" she asked out loud, her pretentiousness and cockiness more than equalled by the truth behind her question. The one single thing she'd like to change with her body was her height. "Just three more inches." she whispered. The rest, she really, really couldn't complain about. She had smooth legs that flared upwards into round hips and a small waist, delicate arms, a very pretty face and long silky hair to top it all off.
And her breasts. John had been, obviously, absolutely fascinated by them. Like all of her boyfriends and girlfriends. When John learned that most of her bras were around 34Fs, like one of his favourite Prima Donna Madison demi bra, he'd told her that he didn't even know they made bras on that extreme size. Scarlett told him that they even had bigger ones at 34G. When he doubted that women could have her slim figure and bigger breasts, she grinned and said, "Only with silicon, my dear... only with silicon." Actually, her own breasts were sometimes too much for her thinner bras. Some of her favourite lacy bras lasted no more than 15-20 days on her.
Letting her hand caress some of those, Scarlett was tempted to dress extremely sexily today. In the end she resisted the temptation, even if she way absolutely keyed up. She didn't have many unsexy clothes, but today she didn't go out of her way to select the worst offenders. "What good would that bring me?" she thought. Before going back down she looked at the box that contained her Halloween costume, and the void next to it where another box had been for the past month. It was now missing because John had brought it with him.
Not only was he gone for an entire week, not only was he going to miss the Halloween party here, but he was going to go to another Halloween party without her! And they'd had matching costumes: the Joker and Harley Quinn. Somehow she had managed John not to go with his favorite theme: vampires. Despite some bad movies and T.V. series that were ruining the genre, John really liked the vampire fantasy world. She really liked it too, but Scarlett knew that the party they were supposed to go to would be filled with vampires.
With the promise of making it up to him eventually, Scarlett had managed to convince John to go as the Joker and Harley Quinn. It hadn't been much of a hard sell anyway: John liked the Batman universe and, like all men, really, really liked Harley...
When Scarlett had seen his costume, she had helped to enhance the relatively crappy version he had bought. He, on the other hand, hadn't seen hers. It was going to be a surprise, a very sexy surprise. Now she frowned, wondering if his punishment was to never see her wear it. As she raced downstairs, pretty sure that she was going to be late for school, Scarlett shook her head in frustration: why punish him when it wasn't his fault?
Later that day on campus she met Karianne and her latest boyfriend. Judd was his name. Karianne was gushing, a wide smile on her face as she introduced him. Scarlett was polite and smiled at him, but knew she'd probably never see him again. The tall, lean and lithe Karianne had probably never spent more than a week without a boyfriend in her entire life. They were drawn to her like flies and since she hated to be single, she never took the time to really choose. An invitation, a date and a night. Sometimes two. At most.
Scarlett grinned as she listened to them talking; Karianne wasn't really that bad. Then again, Scarlett really didn't think that it was worth the effort to remember all the details of their rather sordid meeting. He was good looking enough, and didn't immediately look like a stupid frat boy. But that didn't mean much. In any case, she felt a bit let down when she learned that Karianne had invited him to the Halloween party. Both girls had decided to go as a somewhat matching pair: her as Harley Quinn and Karianne as Poison Ivy.
Seeing Karianne as Poison Ivy would have been an added surprise for John. Ever since the three of them had spent an entire night sharing a threesome and some bondage straps, Karianne and John had gradually become good friends.
