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Buffy/M and Buffy/F
Voyeurism, humiliation, oral and spank
Joe is busy, so I’ll upload it as it is for now, and replace it with the beta version later.

And now, the end is near…

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“You can go right in and get ready” Joe stood in the doorway, “He’ll be here soon.”

Buffy just nodded as she slipped her jacket down over her shoulders. Underneath she wore only a sheer negligee featuring a mesh bust with gold embroidery and layered chiffon body and a sheer thong with gold embroidery to match. She didn’t know who Joe’s latest client was, but they were evidently very exact in what they wanted. Her A-cup breasts could be clearly seen, topped by her dark areola and not-yet erect nipples.

Her flat stomach was toned, but well short of a ‘six-pack’, and led down to her neatly trimmed pubic mound. At Joe’s request, she had shaved her soft, downy bush into a heart shape. The bottom of the heart was just above her clit, and it looked almost like an invitation.

Buffy wished that she didn’t have to do this, but the bills had piled up again, and now Dawn was 18 there was no hope of help from their deadbeat dad, wherever he was. So she was back to selling her body to strangers for cash. At least this one wasn’t too kinky: all he wanted was her laid out on Joe’s desk at the Doublemeat Palace, blindfolded. He’d promised not to even try and kiss her on the lips, promised no oral or anal, and had agreed to use a condom.

She was a little hesitant at the prospect of being fucked by someone she’d never even seen, but $1,500 was still $1,500.

Feeling the need to get into the mood, she started running her hands down her body, cupping and squeezing her own breasts. She tweaked her nipples between finger and thumb, rubbing them until they strained against the silken fabric of her top. She felt her breath quicken as she moved on hand lower, slipping it down under her thong until it found her clit. The nerve cluster was already poking out of its hood, and she started to rub slow circles around it as she continued to massage her rock-hard nipples.

The office door opened, and Buffy felt someone step through into the room. Her heightened sense of hearing could pick up a rapid heartbeat, so she relaxed a little: she’d feared that a vampire might have learned her secret and set a trap. She strained her senses, trying to learn more about her client, but it was impossible. She heard the can take of his jacket and drop it on the couch against the far wall, followed closely by the sound of a belt being pulled out and like discarded. A ruffle of fabric told her that her client was removing his shirt, followed closely by a couple of soft thuds as they discarded their shoes.

Buffy took in a deep breath as she heard the unmistakable sound of a fly being undone, and a pair of trousers being dropped to the floor. For a moment she contemplated ripping the blindfold off and apologizing for backing out, but the image of the last letter from the bank drifted in front of her minds eye. There was little should could do but lay back and think of the money.

Having finally disrobed, the stranger walked over to the desk and picked up the foil-wrapped condom that had been left out. Buffy heard the package being opened, and the slick, rubbery sound of it being rolled along what sounded like a considerable length of hard cock. She couldn’t help but gasp as he moved between her legs and pulled the soaking thong down with one swift tug, exposing her slick sex to the cool air. Grabbing her legs, he pulled them as far apart as he could, simultaneously moving her to the edge of the desk.

He thrust forward, enticing a gasp from Buffy as he entered her. Moving his arms behind her shoulders, he supported himself on his elbows as he started to move in and out in long, deep strokes. Buffy monad, wrapping her legs around his back, her angles crossed, matching his downward thrusts with an upward thrust of her lower torso. All fear and anxiety was lost: all that remained was the feeling of a long, hard cock buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Despite her rather promiscuous recent history, she was still tight; her slayer healing and regular yoga exercise repairing any permanent changes.

The stranger’s lips found Buffy’s chest, his mouth covering each nipple in turn, sucking on them through the thin material, exploring every millimeter. She moaned loudly and felt him grow harder inside her, if that were possible. Buffy’s back arched as her first orgasm ripped through her body, making every part of her shake as he kept moving inside her. In and out, deeper with every thrust: Buffy could do nothing but moaned and whimpered with pleasure as he used her body for his own gratification. His fingers slipped between them, caressing her clit until Buffy suddenly felt more spasms of pleasure wash over her and cried out in delight. As she started to come, she felt his arms stiffen around her as he thrust deep, throbbing inside her as he filled the condom with his seed.

“Oh my god!” he rasped, “Buffy!”

“Xander!” Buffy went ridged in shock, pulling the blindfold off and looking into the eyes of one of her oldest friends. She tried to hold of her next orgasm, but it overwhelmed her defenses and she shook with pleasure.

They lay together for a moment, trying to regain their strength, as the door opened and Dawn stepped in, a cocky smile on her face.

“Happy birthday, lover.” She smirked, “Was she everything you ever dreamed she’d be?”

“Oh my god.” Xander gasped, “That was incredible…”

“Better than me?” Dawn asked, pretending to be more upset than she was.

“Now that would be impossible.” Xander laughed as be pulled himself off of Buffy, his now flaccid cock slipping out of the surprised slayer, “You’re the freakiest, most fucked-up sex-puppet I know.”

“What’s going on her?” Buffy asked, trying to cover herself back up as Joe walked in.

“Just a little business transaction.” Dawn pulled a wad of bills out of her pocket and handed them over to Joe, “After all, what else could I get Xander for his birthday but the one thing he’s always wanted but never had a hope in hell of getting, before now.”

“I’m still having trouble believing you’re selling your body.” Xander shook his head as he got dressed, “It’s like there’s this whole other side to you that I never knew existed. I mean, I knew about you and Faith; we all did, but this is totally off the wall.”

“Well you’ve had your fun.” Dawn looked at him, “I even see you looking at another woman with my ok; I’ll cut your balls off and serve them up here as Swedish meatballs!”

“Chill; I’ve gotten it out of my system.” Xander laughed, “And as sweet a lay as your sister is, do you really think I’d give up a choice piece of ass like you for her sloppy-seconds?”

“You have a point.” Dawn admitted, “Come on; let’s go back to your place so I can give you the rest of your present.”

Buffy watched them go, and looked up at her tormentor.

“What? You want a medal or something?” Joe asked, “You can have the rest of the night off.” He turned to leave the office, “Oh and there’s some wised-ass chick with a Boston ascent waiting for you outside; bitch wouldn’t even blow me.”

Buffy dressed as fast as she could, using a can of deodorant to cover the stench of sex, and ran out the back door into the dusk twilight. She looked around, searching for any sign of the woman Joe had mentioned.

“Loose something, B?” A sultry voice asked from the shadows by the drive thru. There was a click as a cigarette lighter was flipped open, the flame illuminating a pale face surrounded wavy brunet hair.

“My way,” Buffy smiled sheepishly, “I messed up big time; lost my direction.”

“I know the feeling.” Faith blew a perfect smoke-ring, “Good to see you again.”

“It’s good to be seen.” Buffy ran into the other slayers arms, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, B.” Faith hugged her former lover and kissed her on the top of her head, “I’ve missed you too…”

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Joe stood watching from inside the Double-Meat Palace and shook his head: he just had to find a way to get both of the two young women he was watching into bed. Buffy was a hellcat on her own, but the way she was almost devouring the newcomer was the single most erotic thing he’d ever seen. The two of them walked off into the night, arm in arm.

There was a cold, metallic click behind him, and Joe slowly turned to find himself looking down the barrel of a sawn-off shotgun.

“Hand over the mother-fucking money or I’ll blow your god-dammed head off!” The man holding it ordered, his face hidden behind a sky mask, “I ain’t kidding, shit-for-brains!”

“Do as he says or I’ll stab your head off with my dick!” A second gunman ordered, pointing the largest hand-cannon the startled manager had ever seen straight in his face, “Now move like you’re fucking life depended on it, ‘cause it does!”

Joe nodded slowly, keeping his hands raised as he side stepped back around the counter towards the tills. He was one of only two people who knew that there was a loaded .45 strapped to the underside of the second register, right next to the panic button linked to the Sunnydale Police Station. All he had to do was get close enough to it so that he could dive down behind the thick wooden divide and grab the gun. Then he’d have a chance…

Sensing a slight break in concentration from the two hoods, Joe dived behind the counter, grabbing for the gun as the drinks dispenser behind him exploded in a shower of sparks as it took a blast from the shotgun. He grabbed the counseled weapon and pulled back the hammer, before rolling over into a kneeling position. He pulled back on the trigger, but nothing happened.

“Helps if you take the safety off, mother-fucker!” The man with the shotgun laughed as Joe raised his hands again. He angled his weapon up and pulled the trigger again, turning the hand holding the .45 into a bloody stump, “Well give the man a hand!” he tilted the gun to the side and fire again, almost severing the manager’s arm at the shoulder, “Not so smart now, are you?”

“Damn man, that’s got to hurt!” his accomplice pointed his gun and Joe’s chest and pulled the trigger until the hammer landed on an empty chamber, “Shit: out of bullets!”

“Grab the money from the register.” The other one ordered as he walked round the counter and looked down at Joe, “I bet that really pisses you off. You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do ya?”

“Buddy,” Joe coughed, struggling to breath through two ruined lungs, “I think you’re slime.”

“Well now you’ve just gone and hurt my feelings.” The robber pointed the gun at the prone mans head, “Good night, sweet prince.”

A final gunshot echoed through the dinner.

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Faith propped herself on one elbow, looking down at her lover’s exposed back in the dim, flickering light of the candles. The tiny hairs on Buffy’s flawless skin caught the light from the flames, sparkling like diamond dust on velvet. The slightest movement made the pattern dance enticingly. Faith let her free hand play across the older slayer’s spine, tracing the line running down from her neck to the small of her back.

Buffy stirred slightly under the other woman’s touch, but remained where she was, waiting to see what would happen next.

Taking this as permission, Faith sat up, letting the thin, almost transparent sheets slide down over her breasts, gasping slightly as they played over her hardening nipples. She gently started to rub Buffy’s shoulders, marveling at how beautiful her body was. Her hands drifted lower, playing Buffy’s skin like an instrument, playing just the right notes to get the reaction she wanted. Years of experience with both men and women had shown her how to get the desired reaction from the minimum of effort. She had never fully tested these skills with Buffy, the shear passion and intensity of their earlier relationship had been cut short by her journey over to the dark side.

Neither of them had felt the slightest shame about their relationship, but they both new knew that it might have made the others uncomfortable. The secrecy had only added a little extra spice to the relationship: stealing kisses and simple glances when and where they could, seeing just how much they could get away with. It had almost been a game to them; being as obvious as their dared while never out and out admitting anything.

Faith caressed Buffy’s back in slow, concentric circles, her fingertips just brushing against the smooth skin on the side of her lover’s breasts, refusing any encouragement to go further. She knew it would be driving Buffy’s inner control freak crazy, but the intensity of the moment was intoxicating.

Leaning forward slightly, she gently nibbled on her lover’s ear, enticing a deep, sensual moan from the blond. Faith’s tongue traced the outline of the earlobe as her hands continued to explore every square inch of exposed skin. Buffy tried to turn over onto her back, but Faith held her in place, not wanting to abandon her voyage of discovery.

Buffy parted her legs in implied invitation, but that was still to come: Faith was in an exploring mood, and wanted to take her time. Moving as softly as they could, Faith made her way down to the small of Buffy’s back, rubbing the skin there softly. She slowly leaned in, kissing the sweet spot, making her partner arch her back slightly and purr contentedly.

Faith smiled to herself: it was just a question of knowing where and how to touch someone just where they liked to be touched. She shifted her weight on the bed, disturbing the sheet to the point where is it slipped down over Buffy’s perfect behind. Faith shivered as Goosebumps appeared on the older woman’s skin. Eyes fixed on the sculpted curves before her; Faith sat up while she drifted her hands lower still, taking one in each hand and squeezing them gently. Sure, she had done the same thing when holding her lover, but she had never taken the time to study them in their full, naked beauty.

Faith glanced at the leather pants lying in the middle of the room under a pile of other clothes, silent testament to their urgent passion the night before. But that was then: now she had an opportunity to take her time and savor her partner’s body. Maintaining her hold on the angel before her, Faith started to rub her thumbs over the flawless skin, moving them in concentric circles. One thumb slipped into the valley between the two hemispheres, and she felt Buffy shift, opening it wider.

She held her breath for a moment: was Buffy making an invitation?

The thumb gently probed deeper into the join, and the blond haired Slayer moaned deeper, moving her hips slightly to increase the area of contact.

Faith’s eyes went wide; her mind running at a mile a minute as Buffy moved her legs further apart, giving the brunet an enticing view of the thin patch of straw colored hair and the soft folds it hid. Keeping her thumb in place, Faith moved a finger from her other hand lower, slipping it in between the folds to the second knuckle and then slowly pulling it out. Moisture glistened across its surfaces as she slowly moved it back up until it was inline with the thumb.

Taking a deep breath, Faith gradually pushed the finger forward.

Buffy gasped as the finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles and deeper into her. Faith stopped moving, terrified that she had crossed some invisible line from which there was no turning back. She held her breath for what felt like age, waiting to see what would happen next.

Slowly, almost too slowly to see, Buffy moved her hips again, forcing Faith’s stationary finger deeper.

The younger slayer released her breath and smiled to herself: things where about to get a lot more interesting. Carefully keeping her finger in place, she reached round to her bedside cabinet and pulled open the second drawer down. Her hand fumbled around inside until it found a small bottle of moisturizing cream, and then closed the drawer again. Buffy flinched as the cold cream touched her skin, but relaxed again as Faith slowly started to move her finger in and out, using the moisturizer as lubricant.

Almost unconsciously, Faith added a second finger while her free hand searched the bag she had dropped at the side of the bed until it found what she was looking for: the dildo was six-inches long, but thinner than most, and had not been used in a very long time.

Buffy mewled in protest when Faith withdrew her fingers, then gasped loudly when she felt the dildo’s tip pressed against her opening. She drew her knees in slightly, placing a pillow under her hips to raise her ass into the air, exposing it completely to Faith. Placing the flat of her palm against the base of the dildo, she pushed it in, twisting it slightly as she went. Buffy arched her back as she let out the deepest moan Faith had ever heard her make.

Faith stopped when just the end of the phallus remained in sight, mesmerized by the sight of it buried deep in her lover. She carefully applied more moisturizer, before pulling it almost all the way out. The suction caused by its removal almost pulled it back in, but the tightness of the opening meant that Faith had to push it in by hand, slowly building up a steady rhythm that was met by a continues series of grunts or moans from Buffy.

“FAITH!” The blond shuddered, the dildo buried in as far as it would go. Her entire body went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her like a freight train. Faith saw a fresh flow of juices seep out of her lover and onto the bed. Slowly, she withdrew the phallus and planted a kiss in the small of Buffy’s back.

“Beautiful…” She smiled as she moved up to between her shoulder blades; “deadly…” her hand moved the hair away from the back of Buffy’s neck so she could plant one last kiss, “and mine.”

“Always…” Buffy smiled as she slowly turned over, pulling Faith down for a deep kiss.

“You say that now,” Faith smiled coyly, “but who don’t you put you head back between my legs where it belongs and prove it.”

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The sound of a ringing phone woke Buffy shortly after seven the next morning. She went to roll over, but found that her arms were secured to the headboard by police-issue handcuffs.

“Sorry about that.” Faith smiled as she sat up, still wearing a large strap-on vibrator, “Must have forgot to take them off last night.” She grabbed the phone and placed it on Buffy’ shoulder by her ear as she searched round for the key.

“Hello?” Buffy winced, the bright, early morning sunlight hurting her eyes.

“Buffy?” A female voice answered, “Thank God you’re all right!”

“What you talking about Diana?” Buffy asked as Faith found the key and undid one of the handcuffs, “Why wouldn’t I be ok?”

“You didn’t hear?” The woman on the other end of the phone sounded surprised, “Someone held up the Double-Meat Palace last night. Buffy, they killed Joe!”

“What?” Buffy sat up, the news having the affect of a double espresso and a long shower, “What happened?”

“I don’t know; the police haven’t told me anything more.” The manager sounded worried, “Look, I’m the senior manager in the area, so I have to step up and take over Joe’s job until the higher ups make a decision on a permanent replacement. I want you to take over as branch-manager until then. I know it’s a lot of responsibility, but you’re more than ready for it.”

“Ok.” Buffy nodded, “When do you want me to come in?”

“Not for the next few days; the police need to finish, then there’s some work that needs doing to fix the place up.” Her superior thought in it for a moment, “I’ll call you from L.A. and let you know.” There was a moment of silence, “I know what Joe was doing to you; he did the same to me and half the girls who worked there when we first started. There’s no reason to feel bad about what happened: karma finally caught up with him.”

“Ok; I’ll wait for your call.” Buffy put the phone down, “Someone killed the area manager after I left work last night: I’m free.”

“Free at last, free at last; praises the Lord, we’re free as last.” Faith smiled as she sat down next to her lover, “Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.”

The End