The Cost of Wanting

This is the piece I did not select as my sixth round entry for the Smut Marathon. I’ll be posting my thoughts on rounds five and six as well as the piece I did choose for this round later this week!

Laura obsessed over the dress for months, a pristine white silk creation that flowed like fallen flower petals. The wedding dress was nearly perfect, except that it would break them financially. Laura knew that Jack would be angry with her for even considering it, but each time she saw it, her want for it grew.

She saved as much as she could, secretly squirreling away cash, but it wasn’t enough. On the day she went in to purchase the dress, the edge of her shiny new credit card left a dent as she clutched it tightly in her sweaty palm.

Laura rushed home to try on the dress, her heart thundering in her ears as she mounted the stairs to their apartment. Jack wouldn’t be home from work for more than an hour so she had plenty of time to try it on. She felt a small twinge of guilt when she opened the box and saw the handwritten price tag neatly placed on top, but pushed it and those feelings aside as she pulled the layers of soft silk from the box and nuzzled her face into the sensuous fabric.

“You’re mine!” she whispered.

She stripped off her clothes, pushing her panties down her thighs and kicking them aside. She wanted to feel every inch of this dress on her skin. She stepped in, zipped it up and ran to the mirror. It fit perfectly, gripping every curve, dancing with her as she swayed her hips. She felt a heat rise inside her, a tickle between her thighs.

Wait! She actually felt a tickle down there, like a finger was gently stroking her cunt lips! Laura tried to lift the fabric to see what was happening, but it wouldn’t budge, like it had muscle and tendon and blood of its own. She panicked, launching herself onto the bed, desperately grasping for the zipper as the dress tightened around her, gripping her torso like hands with fingers. The fabric clung to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples making her cry out in pain as tears sprung to her eyes. The silk rippled down her ribcage towards her crotch, tickling and teasing her sensitive skin before edging around her clit and spreading her dampness. Thick ribbons of fabric snaked their way around her thighs, pulling them open before plunging into her depths. Laura lost herself in the sensation, relinquishing all control to the dress. It felt like she was being touched by five hands at once. Jack and the debt she’d put them in to buy the dress were far from her mind as she squeezed her cunt muscles around the intruder, inviting it deeper inside. She could feel the silk ribbons pulsing and throbbing against her insides, soaking up her flowing juices, opening her.

“You’re mine!” the dress seemed to say as it began to pump in and out of her wet cunt, filling her and gripping her in all the right places.

“I am yours,” she whispered, and she knew she was.