an assault; it wasn't violent. It was a reminder, a way for me to refocus my attentions on him.
"The pill needs to go in your ass, baby. If you resist, I'll spank your ass a pretty shade of pink. Ah, the one spot with my handprint is making me hard again. Do you want a spanking and then the pill or will you take the pill like a good girl?" As he spoke, I felt a finger circling my back passage, lightly rimming around, then slowly pushing harder.
"I'll...oh!" I began to pant against the pressure I felt because of his finger. "I'll be a good girl."
He circled, widened, pushed in. Oh!
"Every day I will put the pill in."
"Based on the amount of seed that's dripping out - and that's just from one fuck - you'll want to do it morning and night," Doctor Graham added.
"But why...there?" I sucked in a breath as the tip of his finger gained entry. I pushed out with my muscles, trying to force it out, but it only let his slippery digit slide in further. "Oh...it's too big."
"Nonsense," Mr. Bridger replied. "Besides having a pill in your ass, you'll be corked as well."
I was trying to focus on his words, but was distracted by the jangly feelings his one finger moving in and out of my bottom elicited. "Corked?"
His finger switched course, returning to the circular rubbing, working my opening wider and wider. I couldn't help but groan at the stretching, the burning.
"A wife has her ass corked. That means I will put a cork, a round piece of wood, in you. Doc, show her one."
My husband's fingers continued their motion as Doc placed a small piece of wood, round and smooth, in a similar shape to a spool for thread, upon the table. It wasn't large, but neither was Mr. Bridger's finger, and it was too much.
"That keeps you remembering that you belong to me, always feeling like what I'm doing now with my finger. It also keeps the pill deep inside, keeps you slick so I can fuck your ass."
I shifted my hips hoping to get free of the invasion, but all it did was push it in deeper. I moaned. Was this what it would feel like to have his cock there?
"I think you're ready for the pill." He pulled his finger free and I slumped against the table. I only had a moment's reprieve when I felt something pressing against my...ass again, this time larger than his fingers.
"Mr. Bridger, please, I don't think it's going to fit. There must be some mistake," I protested. It burned and the stretching. Oh! He pushed and pushed.
"Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath. There's nothing you can do but submit. Take the pill. Open that ass for us. Think about the men's eyes upon you. They're watching your hole open up, wider and wider. They can see your pussy and how swollen it is from being fucked. They can see everything."
His words were like a balm, somehow calming raw nerves. Why did I feel reassured knowing that there was nothing I could do, that the other men - men who were not my husband - were watching these unmentionable acts? I gave up the fight and sagged against the table, letting my husband do as he wished, even pushed out for him, knowing he could work the pill in. His words eased every bit of doubt, every bit of discomfort as I gave up and submitted.
When he'd settled it deep within me, I panted in relief, my skin was damp with perspiration.
"Such a good girl. I am very proud of you." His free hand roamed over my ass once again, brushing gently over the spot that still tingled from his single spanking, as if I was a skittish mare that needed to be soothed. I relaxed completely around the digit that rested in my ass. He didn't move it, just held it still.
"See gentleman, her ass is so nice and tight," he said as he ran his palm over my bottom. "A gorgeous virgin ass."
"You'll want to consider whether you want to stretch her or just fill her," Doc said.
"I think a nice plug will be better than a cork. I like how she's nice and snug. I don't want to lose that. Maybe a middle length one, Doc, and not too much stretching." Mr. Bridger's hand
"The pill needs to go in your ass, baby. If you resist, I'll spank your ass a pretty shade of pink. Ah, the one spot with my handprint is making me hard again. Do you want a spanking and then the pill or will you take the pill like a good girl?" As he spoke, I felt a finger circling my back passage, lightly rimming around, then slowly pushing harder.
"I'll...oh!" I began to pant against the pressure I felt because of his finger. "I'll be a good girl."
He circled, widened, pushed in. Oh!
"Every day I will put the pill in."
"Based on the amount of seed that's dripping out - and that's just from one fuck - you'll want to do it morning and night," Doctor Graham added.
"But why...there?" I sucked in a breath as the tip of his finger gained entry. I pushed out with my muscles, trying to force it out, but it only let his slippery digit slide in further. "Oh...it's too big."
"Nonsense," Mr. Bridger replied. "Besides having a pill in your ass, you'll be corked as well."
I was trying to focus on his words, but was distracted by the jangly feelings his one finger moving in and out of my bottom elicited. "Corked?"
His finger switched course, returning to the circular rubbing, working my opening wider and wider. I couldn't help but groan at the stretching, the burning.
"A wife has her ass corked. That means I will put a cork, a round piece of wood, in you. Doc, show her one."
My husband's fingers continued their motion as Doc placed a small piece of wood, round and smooth, in a similar shape to a spool for thread, upon the table. It wasn't large, but neither was Mr. Bridger's finger, and it was too much.
"That keeps you remembering that you belong to me, always feeling like what I'm doing now with my finger. It also keeps the pill deep inside, keeps you slick so I can fuck your ass."
I shifted my hips hoping to get free of the invasion, but all it did was push it in deeper. I moaned. Was this what it would feel like to have his cock there?
"I think you're ready for the pill." He pulled his finger free and I slumped against the table. I only had a moment's reprieve when I felt something pressing against my...ass again, this time larger than his fingers.
"Mr. Bridger, please, I don't think it's going to fit. There must be some mistake," I protested. It burned and the stretching. Oh! He pushed and pushed.
"Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath. There's nothing you can do but submit. Take the pill. Open that ass for us. Think about the men's eyes upon you. They're watching your hole open up, wider and wider. They can see your pussy and how swollen it is from being fucked. They can see everything."
His words were like a balm, somehow calming raw nerves. Why did I feel reassured knowing that there was nothing I could do, that the other men - men who were not my husband - were watching these unmentionable acts? I gave up the fight and sagged against the table, letting my husband do as he wished, even pushed out for him, knowing he could work the pill in. His words eased every bit of doubt, every bit of discomfort as I gave up and submitted.
When he'd settled it deep within me, I panted in relief, my skin was damp with perspiration.
"Such a good girl. I am very proud of you." His free hand roamed over my ass once again, brushing gently over the spot that still tingled from his single spanking, as if I was a skittish mare that needed to be soothed. I relaxed completely around the digit that rested in my ass. He didn't move it, just held it still.
"See gentleman, her ass is so nice and tight," he said as he ran his palm over my bottom. "A gorgeous virgin ass."
"You'll want to consider whether you want to stretch her or just fill her," Doc said.
"I think a nice plug will be better than a cork. I like how she's nice and snug. I don't want to lose that. Maybe a middle length one, Doc, and not too much stretching." Mr. Bridger's hand
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