Detachable ch1: Commercial Break

    He slowly inhaled, enjoying her warmth and her scent, as he tenderly kissed the curve of her neck. As his right hand slipped into her jeans, following the curve of her buttock, his left began to creep up her shirt.

    “Not now, hon,” she said, “I’m trying to watch this.”

    Ethan groaned. ‘This’ was some lousy soap opera about vampires, and, in his opinion, one of the most boring shows ever created. But Joan was hooked, and he knew there was no way she’d miss the latest episode, no matter how many orgasms he promised her. His fiancée’s brain was a complete mystery to him sometimes.

    “We could watch it together,” he suggested. “Just, you know, without clothes. And while having sex.”

    “Sorry, babe, I’m not really in the mood. Maybe later, okay?” She was riveted.

    Ethan regretfully withdrew his hands, shifting away to give her some room on the couch. He was hornier than he’d been in a long time, but he didn’t want to pester Joan. He hated the show she was watching, but wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to watch how her lips quirked as she absentmindedly toyed with her hair, to picture those lips wrapped obediently around his cock, to look into her eyes as he filled her mouth to overflowing with his hot, sticky-

    Fuck. He couldn’t wait anymore. “Sweetheart,” he asked, trying not to notice her oh-boy-here-we-go eyebrow quirk, “I want to relax with you tonight, but I’m really pent up. Could I... you know...”

    Joan rolled her eyes and sighed good-naturedly. “Yes, Ethan, you can ‘borrow’ my body. Just clean up when you’re done, okay?”

    “You’re the best ever,” he said, affectionately kissing her cheek before taking her head in his hands and gently, but firmly, pulling upwards. Her eyes stayed on the TV as her body detached, sinking gently back onto the couch cushions, and barely glanced down when he gingerly set her on the coffee table, balanced upright on the curiously smooth bottom of her disembodied neck. “How’s your view?”

    “Good,” she replied, still absorbed in the show. “Have fun.”

    Ethan grinned as he turned to his fiancée’s motionless form, undoing his fly. He still had no idea how the hell any of this worked, but he’d gotten used to seeing his gorgeous wife-to-be’s head casually taking vacations away from her body. With Joan enjoying her vampire thing, he was free to use the rest of her as his very own human sex toy. The thought of that was strangely exciting, and he had to concentrate to strip her without getting any clothing snagged.

    Her flesh was soft and warm, thrumming slightly with the steady beat of her heart. After greedily exploring her curves for a few moments, Ethan decided to spoil himself with a little foreplay. “Hon, do you mind lubing me up a bit?”

    Another good-natured sigh. “All right, but the commercials are almost over, so it’s gotta be quick.”

    Ethan carefully picked up his fiancée’s head, kissed her on the lips, and then lowered her down and unceremoniously stuffed his dick in her mouth. He always felt weird doing this, but he guessed she didn’t have any issues with breathing or gag reflex when she was separated. Besides, he thought, as he vigorously pumped her obediently sucking mouth over his cock like the world’s prettiest pocket pussy, she was the one who’d first come up with the idea. He was just about to ask if he could blow it on her face when her show came back on, forcing him to reluctantly slide her off his cock and set her back on the coffee table, brushing a few disheveled strands of hair away from her eyes.

 

    Turning his attention back to Joan’s unoccupied body, he knelt down on the couch and got to business. Propping her up a bit let him straddle her torso and sandwich his cock nicely between her soft, shapely breasts, and sliding them up and down made for a nice, slow tit-wank. It only took a couple of minutes for that to graduate to a full-on titfuck, but it just wasn’t as fun without her cute, slightly embarrassed, I-can’t-believe-I’m-letting-you-do-this expression to aim at when he came, so he decided it was time for the main event.

    Joan gave an amused snort when he draped her body ‘face-down’ over the coffee table next to her, giving him perfect doggy-style access. She did, however, bite her lip a little when her breasts started rhythmically jiggling with his thrusts, clearly turned on by the idea of having her body used for his pleasure, even if she felt nothing. Deciding to tease her, Ethan moaned softly as he pistoned in and out of her pussy, enjoying how easy it was to fuck her slow and deep when her muscles were totally relaxed. Joan’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, but aside from blushing and biting her lip, she still seemed to be concentrating on her vampire show. She couldn’t turn around to look at him anyway.

    “Hmm, you’re a bit loose like this,” said Ethan, earning an indignant “hey!” from the pretty head on the table. “I’ll just grab here and here...” he firmly gripped her ass cheeks, pushing them together as he spoke, “and - ooh, shit, that’s good. Unf... f-fuck...”

    Joan’s cheeks reddened further. She held out valiantly for a few seconds before her fiancé’s groans and the sight of her own rocking, bouncing body broke her resolve. “What? What’s so great? What are you doing to me?” Her voice was almost shaking with curiosity and arousal, and he knew he had her.

    Ethan smirked. “I’m just... mmff... tightening you up myself,” he gasped. “If I hold your buttcheeks really tightly and... push them together a bit, I can kind of... jerk myself off with your pussy.” He felt a thrill of evil glee at the tiny whimper that escaped her - she loved having her butt squeezed during sex.

    “Shit, I need to slow down. I’m going to cum in no time, at this rate.” That much was definitely true. He pulled out and rubbed his cock over her asscheeks, enjoying the softness of her skin, then, on a perverse whim, started slapping his dick against them.

    “What’s that sound? What are you doing now?” Another commercial break had come up, and Joan was clearly in agony over her inability to see what was happening. Her face was flushed, her eyes were riveted to her body, and her bottom lip was caught firmly in her teeth in an exquisite expression of hesitant lust. Ethan just laughed, which made her downright frantic. “What!? Let me see!”

    “Okay,” he said, and turned her around. Her eyes immediately widened as her lips formed an indignant ‘O’ shape, but she said nothing as she watched her husband-to-be casually cockslapping her butt cheeks to see how it made them jiggle. The delicious blush warming her features began to creep towards her ears as Ethan met her eyes, raising his eyebrows in what was obviously a challenge. “Go ahead,” his expression said, “tell me to stop.”

    She didn’t.

 

    Ethan gave his beloved a wicked grin. Slowly, sensuously, he rubbed his manhood over her vulnerable ass, then parted her cheeks and began to languidly slide it along the valley between them, back and forth. He suppressed a snicker at her expression of worried anticipation, knowing that she knew exactly what he was planning. Anal was a rare treat for him, because it made her feel uncomfortably slutty afterwards, and she didn’t like how sore it left her. Joan opened her mouth to speak, closed it, and repeated the act a few more times, obviously tortured with indecision. Finally she said, “well... at least use some real lube.”

    “Okay,” replied Ethan, heading toward the bedroom. He took his time coming back, knowing she’d spend it staring at the curves of her own helpless ass, tormenting herself with doubt, desire, and irrational, unbearably exhilarating feelings of humiliation and shame. When he returned, she was a mess. Her brows were knitted in an almost orgasmic expression of need, her eyes were wide with eagerness and trepidation, and she was again biting her lip, this time in a vain attempt to keep it from quivering. She was about to watch her future husband stuff her helpless asshole with every inch of his cock, she was utterly powerless to stop it, and, worst of all, she was terrifyingly turned on by the whole situation.

    He smiled encouragingly at her, upended the bottle, and slowly drizzled a ridiculous quantity of lube all over her ass. Joan’s eyes widened even further as Ethan lovingly coated her butt cheeks with the slippery stuff, making them shine in the flickering light of the TV. Behind her head, a vampire fistfight went completely unheeded. Her attention was glued to his hands as he carefully coated every inch of her crack with lubricant, gently massaging it into her asshole and sliding first one, then two, then three fingers in. When he managed to get all three in up to the third knuckle, stretching her poor ass obscenely, her only reaction was a pathetic whimper of excitement and shame.

    Then he slid a fourth finger in, and she orgasmed.

    Ethan stared at his fiancée in complete astonishment. She couldn’t feel anything he was doing, yet she’d clearly just managed to cum like a runaway train. A dopey, shit-eating grin spread across his face as the realization dawned on him.

    “Shut up,” she gasped, turning an incredible shade of crimson all the way to the tips of her ears. Her eyes flicked back and forth between his face and her ass, which was still being thoroughly violated.

    “No,” he replied, and pushed all four fingers into her asshole, his grin widening along with it. “You just came, didn’t you?”

    “No,” she lied.

    “Yes, you did. You got yourself all worked up thinking about all the filthy things I was going to do to you, and when I started doing them, you came.” His voice was cruelly smug, and his fingers continued to push in and out of her ass. “You let me facefuck you, titfuck you, use your pussy like a sex toy, and bounce my dick off your butt, and when I started to loosen your asshole up, you realized you were about to get a proper, bone-shaking, butt-ruining, balls-deep assfucking, and you came.” He was nearly in up to the third knuckle. It was surprisingly easy with her muscles so completely relaxed.

    “N-nuhh,” blurted Joan incoherently, even as she embarrassed herself with another orgasm.

    Ethan shook his head, amazed. “Holy shit! Well, you don’t have to feel embarrassed.” He withdrew his fingers and, after a quick wipe with a nearby tissue, took hold of her hips. Her eyes were huge as he lined up his entry.

    “It’s just you and me here, baby.” His voice was like fire and silk. “I just want to get off with this body you lent me, and you just want to watch your show.” His eyes bored into her as his cock speared smoothly into her core in a single stroke. A shuddering, strangled cry escaped from her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut, burning the image of her fiancé casually hilting himself in her glistening, lube-coated ass into her psyche as a third mind-shattering orgasm hit her. She barely had time to wonder how the fuck it was happening before she felt his hand on her head.

    Opening her eyes, Joan cried out with frustrated indignation at the sight of the emotionally vulnerable vampires on the TV. “No! Turn me back!”

    “But your show’s on,” replied Ethan innocently. Her breasts began jiggling again, quite vigorously this time.

    “Please!!”

    “Why?”

    It drove her insane to think of him venting all his tension and frustration on her ass, of... of using her so shamefully... and not even letting her watch. Worse, he was teasing her about it! Pride clashed with lust, and after a brief instant of struggle, she felt her pride shatter into tiny pieces. “I’m sorry! I lied!” she wailed, “I came! I came when you... w-when you f-fingered my ass! I don’t know why but it was just so hot and I kind of like knowing that it’s you that’s doing it and I don’t care about the show anymore please, turn me back, ple-he-hease!” She was distantly aware that she was babbling and on the verge of tears.

    Ethan started to feel a little frightened. He’d never seen her lose her grip like that. “Whoa, okay, okay,” said gently, turning her back. “It’s okay. Are you okay?”

    “K-keep going,” replied Joan, her voice shaky.

    “Huh?” He realized he was still balls-deep in her butt, and a smile started to sneak across his face. “Like this?”

    She sat there, spellbound, a pretty, lust-addled head watching her shapely body get thoroughly pounded by her husband-to-be, and the absurdity of the situation hit Ethan so suddenly that he burst out laughing.

    Joan looked hurt. “You’re laughing at me! You said I didn’t have to feel...”

    “You don’t,” said Ethan, and kissed her.

 

    They stayed like that for a while, him holding her (well, her head) in his hands, locked in a passionate kiss, while he rhythmically drove his manhood into her motionless, numb, and increasingly accommodating rear end. When they parted, she said, “put me back on.”

    He raised his eyebrows, hesitated, and leaned forward to oblige. Still thrusting shallowly into the lube-soaked anal love-passage he’d given her body, Ethan turned Joan’s head around and gently, but firmly, pressed the two portions of her neck together. After a moment, they joined smoothly (Ethan, again, wondered how the hell that worked), and Joan immediately took a huge, sharp, shocked breath.

    “Are you okay?” asked Ethan, alarmed. “We can stop.”

    “No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Just go slow for a second. It hurts a little.”

    He groaned as she pushed back against him, looking shyly over her shoulder. With Joan once more ‘at the wheel,’ her muscles were behaving normally - which meant her ass was clenching around his prick with a tightness that made his eyes cross. “Oh shit,” he gasped, “you’re so tight!”

    She gave him a smoldering, dangerous look. “You said I was loose.”

    “You’re going to be,” he gloated, tightly gripping her hips as he slammed into her. She let out an embarrassed yelp that was music to his ears. “When I’m done with you, your butt won’t even need warming up before I can fuck it.”

    Joan’s face regained its adorable blush, but her expression was one of hunger, not indignation. “Is that all I am to you? A tight ass to stick your dick in?” Her tone of voice made it clear what she was hoping to hear.

    “Yes.” Ethan leaned forward and planted his arms on either side of her, pinning her to the table while he rapidly jackhammered into her backdoor. She moaned raggedly, her breath coming in gasps and whimpers. “You’re the woman I love, the light of my life, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met, hopefully the future mother of my children...” he felt her ass tighten and saw a hint of sublime bliss creeping onto her face, and his heart leaped. “And, whenever I need to cum, you’re nothing but a tight ass to stick my dick in. You’re all of those things.”

    “Oh god,” sobbed Joan. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth was wide open in a silent cry, and her passage was starting to spasm tightly around his length.

    Ethan leaned close, letting her feel the heat of his breath as he whispered into her ear. “I’m going to train you, babe. I’m going to bend you over and stuff your ass to the limit every single day, all day long if I have to, until my cock is the perfect fit for that cute fucktoy butt of yours, and you feel empty without it.” He continued his stream of dirty talk as she began to quiver, tensing up beneath him. “I’m going to turn you into a perfect 24-hour buttslut. You’re going to be so used to assfucking that I won’t even have to borrow your body anymore. You’ll be able to sleep through an hour of anal pounding. It’ll be such a big part of you that you won’t feel right unless you have a nice, hot load of cum sloshing around in your insides. I’m going to turn you into a human anal cocksleeve and you are going to love every second of it.”

    “Oh god!” screamed Joan, both hands gripping the edge of the table. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth gaped, her entire body started to go rigid, and a glorious wail of fulfilment erupted from her, followed by a flood of babbled pleading as she rode out the inhibition-crushing climax. “Ohgodyes do it do it please stretchmeout use me fuck me I wanna be your buttslut ruin my ass fillmewithyourcum fuck fuckfuckfuck fffffuuuuuuuckkkkk!”

    In a perverse moment of clarity before the inevitable conclusion, Ethan considered this. She had said please, and please was the magic word. What’s more, her fist-tight asshole was milking his cock like it was possessed, she was begging him to remodel her butt into his personal all-access cumdump, and her face was a heavenly image of agonizing ecstasy (complete with trickling tears of something other than sadness). He knew she might feel differently when the afterglow wore off, but that didn’t matter. None of that mattered. Only one thing was important: she was his. His, to love and fuck and use and abuse and protect and cherish and own, just as he was all those things to her. He loved her, and he would continue to love her at every moment, whether she was acting as his partner, his friend, his foil, or his blushing anal cum-bucket.

    “Shit,” gasped Ethan, as the phrase “blushing anal cum-bucket” danced mockingly through his consciousness. In a moment of insanity, he decided to blurt it out. “Gonna train you, change you, turn you into my... blushing anal cum-bucket oh fuck I’m gonna c-cuh...!”

    “Do it,” gasped Joan, still shaking from her orgasm. “Fill me up.” Her eyes met his, and a knowing smirk formed on those lovely lips. She spoke again, her voice husky and low, yet crystal clear, while her gaze roamed over his face, ravenously devouring every detail and emotion as her fiancé’s self-control crumbled. “I’m your buttslut, baby. Use my ass. I want to feel you cumming in my ass.”

    So he did. He drove into her relentlessly, sweating and spasming and crying out in lunatic passion, forgetting all hint of tenderness as he spurted stream after stream of his seed into her bowels and nearly bruised her perfect, lube-coated buttocks with the urgency of his thrusts. He hilted himself in his beloved again and again, revelling in her cries for more, until his lungs burned and his body rebelled. When he finally slumped over her, barely strong enough to stay conscious, she raised both of them up just enough to get an arm under her body and a hand onto her sex, frantically stroking herself until a fifth and final climax raged through her veins, finally satisfying her neglected womanhood (it was, she realized with an odd mix of embarrassment and satisfaction, the only climax of the night that had involved her womanhood at all).

 

    As Joan and Ethan lay there, cuddling obscenely, panting and sweaty, reeking of sex and contentment, a soap opera about vampires ran through its ending credits. Neither noticed.

    “Honey,” whispered Joan.

    He croaked an inquisitive sound.

    “Did you... mean all of that?” Her voice was strangely subdued.

    Ethan was silent for a while. They laid still, feeling one another’s heartbeats, until he swallowed and spoke. “Um... what specifically?”

    Joan merely looked at him, searching his eyes. They were both uncomfortably aware of the flaccid dick that was still partially wedged into her overworked asshole.

    “Well...” he chewed his lip, “I definitely meant all the stuff about loving you. And about having kids one day, if you want.” He hesitated. “The other stuff... I don’t know, how much of it do you... want me to mean?”

    “All of it,” she replied, watching his eyebrows rocket upwards at escape velocity.

    “What, like...”

    “Yes.”

    He stared. “Like... all of it? The dirty talk and the... all of it.” He attempted, and failed, to use his words.

    “All of it, yes.” He couldn’t tell whether the faint glow in Joan’s cheeks was from the fading climax or something else entirely.

    Too drunk on sex and excitement to feel self-conscious about the things he’d said, but too exhausted to think clearly, Ethan blurted, “why?”

    Joan spent a few moments mulling that over. “Because I love you, because I know you’d really enjoy it, because I kind of f-feel like I’d enjoy it,” the delicious blush was back, but she soldiered on, “because I just came five times and each time was the most terrifyingly massive orgasm of my fucking life, and because... because...” her voice faltered, but with a pause and a deep breath, she was confident and calm. “Because I like doing kinky things with you and I’m completely fucking sick of feeling ashamed every time we do them, and I want to get over that and enjoy our life together. Because I like anal, I l-like being assfucked,” her words came more rapidly as she spoke, emerging in a stammered jumble as she poured it all out before her confidence started to wane, “and I w-want my wonderful husband to p-pound my ass all day l-long, every day and every night for the r-rest of my life, because I’m his b... his bl...”

    Ethan stared openmouthed. The confession would have been hot enough on its own, but to hear her admit all this in a sweat-soaked, sex-mussed daze lying facedown on the coffee table with a blush on her face, his dick crammed halfway up her ass, and his body lying on top of hers was just...

    “B-because,” blurted Joan, becoming needlessly loud as she beat down her inhibitions by sheer force of will, “because I want to be your wife. I want all of you. I want your love and your lust. I want you to be tender with me and I want you to be rough with me. I want to tell you everything and I want to know everything about you. I want to... I-I want to be your blushing bride and... and y-your b-blushing anal cum-bucket.” The last few words were practically a shout, and as soon as they’d left her lips, she winced. Hoping the neighbors hadn’t heard her outburst, she continued in a quieter voice, finding herself surprisingly calm. “I want to be everything you want, even the really, really slutty stuff, because I love everything about you and I’m learning to love everything about myself, and I know I never have to feel ashamed of anything when I’m with you. I love you, Ethan.”

 

    Ethan fumbled for words. The love of his life had just stammered out the most astoundingly filthy dirty talk he’d ever heard from her, and in the process had somehow managed to give the most heartwarmingly honest, vulnerable love confession he’d ever heard from... well, anyone. He searched his heart and spoke the words he found there. “I love you too, Joan.”

    “I can tell,” she groaned, and he realized he was erect again. At his questioning look, she sighed, then laughed. “Well, I’m going to regret this when you put me back together, but... my ass is going to need lots of training before it’s perfect for my handsome, butt-stuffing groom. Why don’t you set me on the table again so I can watch your technique? More lube, please, I’m already pretty sore back there.” She smiled warmly as he lifted her head away and brought her in for a kiss, then grinned wickedly as they parted. “Make you a deal: from now on, if you promise to be really gentle and you can get my head off without waking me up, you can fuck my ass anytime you want while I’m asleep. If I wake up, though, you have to give me a foot massage.”

    “Do I still get to fuck you afterwards?” asked Ethan hopefully.

    “Depends how good the massage is,” giggled Joan, as he set her back on the coffee table. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get lubed up and stuff that butt. I wanna see you lose control on my ass. And in it. Especially in it.”

    Ethan grinned at the blush on her face. She was really getting into this, but it was obviously going to take her a while to stop feeling embarrassed about it. “You’re the best ever,” he said, reaching for the lube.

    “I know,” she replied. “Hurry up! I want to see your face when you fill the bucket.”

    “‘Fill the bucket?’” That saucy grin, that vulnerable blush, and that filthy talk... hnngh. “Keep talking like that and you won’t have to wait long.”

    “Ooh, promise? Come on, baby, stuff your buttslut with everything you’ve got. I want to feel like somebody parked a car in my ass. I want you to cram me so full that I’ll always feel empty when I’m not bouncing on your cock. I want to be the biggest anal s-slut ever, just for you. Jam it in there and assfuck me until I c-can’t walk! If you stretch me out enough, maybe I’ll l-let you fist me l-later. F-fill me with your c-cum until I start to t-taste ifuuuhuuuuhuuuuck!”

     Ethan smiled at his beloved as she came, making sure to fuck her ass with nice, long, dramatic strokes so she could see his full length disappearing into her body each time. “Anything you want, baby. I’m all yours.”