Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I couldn’t bring myself to say the words he wanted to hear. Instead, I turned away and buried my face in the bedding, my entire body flushing with humiliation. I felt his fingers withdraw from my bottom, leaving me strangely empty, aching for the return of that forbidden fullness.
“That’s alright, my bashful girl. Keep your face in the covers, and I’ll tell you what I see. For a start, I see your sweet cunt dripping its wetness onto my thighs,” Pierre observed, his fingers trailing through the evidence of my arousal. “You’re practically begging to be filled again.”
I almost fainted with shame and need as he spoke those degrading words. How could he say such things to me? And how could my body respond so eagerly, growing wetter with each crude observation?
“I really don’t need the lube, do I? I could get the plug nice and ready in your cunt, couldn’t I?” Pierre continued, his fingers now playing between my legs, gathering my abundant moisture. “But I want to make sure you can enjoy anal sex as much as possible, so I’m going to prepare the plug thoroughly.”
To my surprise, given his degrading words, his lubed fingers continued playing with my anus very gently, circling the stretched rim where the plug would enter me. His touch was unexpectedly tender, almost reverent, as if he genuinely cared about my comfort, belying his harsh language.
“I think you’re ready for the plug now,” Pierre announced. I heard more lubricant being applied, then felt the cool, slick tip of the silicone toy pressing against my sensitized rear entrance. “Breathe deeply and push out slightly as I push in.”
The pressure was immediate and intense—far more substantial than his fingers had been. I gasped as the widest part of the plug stretched me beyond what I thought possible. The burning sensation walked a knife’s edge between pain and pleasure, making my thighs tremble and my breath catch.
“That’s it,” Pierre encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Take it all. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
With a final push, the plug slipped past the tight ring of muscle, my body closing around the narrower neck, securing it firmly inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel my inner walls pulsing around the intrusion, adjusting to its size and shape.
Pierre began to work the plug in my bottom, slowly pulling it out just a little before pushing it back in. To my surprise and mortification, my pussy clenched over and over as he created a rhythm that I realized he must mean to teach me what his cock would feel like, when he opened me fully on his manhood.
I could hardly think straight as the sensations piled up: not just the plug in my bottom, but the feeling of straddling my wealthy new sponsor’s lap with my knees on either side of his knees, the soreness of my pussy from his hardness, the ache in my bottom from the martinet. Each movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending jolts of forbidden pleasure through my core. I shuddered, caught between wanting to escape the overwhelming fullness and wanting to push back against it.
“How does it feel?” Pierre asked, his voice a silky caress against my fevered skin. “Tell me exactly.”
CHAPTER 18
Audrey
I struggled to find words for the maelstrom of sensations. “It’s… so much,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I feel too… too full. So…” I let out a helpless sob. “So owned.”
Pierre’s hands moved to my hips, holding me firmly in place as he began to rock the plug gently back and forth. “You’ll feel even fuller tomorrow when it’s my cock stretching this tight little hole,” he promised, his words sending a shiver of fearful anticipation down my spine.
Without warning, one of his hands slipped around to find my swollen clit. I gasped as his fingers began to circle the sensitive bud with practiced skill. The dual stimulation—the plug moving in my bottom and his fingers on my most sensitive place—created a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me completely.
“I… I can’t…” I whimpered, my thighs beginning to quiver uncontrollably.
“You need to play with yourself, don’t you?” Pierre observed, his tone knowing and amused. He took his hand away and I let out a tiny whimper. “You need to touch that needy little cunt while I fuck your ass with this plug.”
I bit my lip, horrified by how accurately he had read my desperate need. My hands clenched into fists on the covers, gathering the cotton tightly into my fingers, as I fought the urge to reach between my legs.
“Ask nicely,” Pierre commanded, his fingers rubbing my clit again, but very lightly, leaving me aching for more. “Beg me for permission to masturbate while I train your virgin ass.”