smoothed the pain away, stroking and kneading.
I found myself relaxing under his magical touch. I drifted, enjoying his attention. When he parted my rear cheeks, however, I jolted awake.
Geoffrey brushed a fingertip across my anus. “Are you a virgin, Sarah? Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?” He pressed against the clenched knot.
Panic made me jerk against the bonds. I felt something warm and slippery spill along my crevice. “No! Don’t!”
“You’d refuse me?”
I was silent with shame. I’d promised to obey him.
“This was your choice, little one. This is what you wanted.” He spread the lubricant around my hole, then worked his finger into the ring of muscle.
“I’ve changed my mind…Oh…oh!”
His wriggling set up lewd vibrations in my clit. The farther he intruded, the more intense the sensations became.
“Too late.”
I felt myself stretch as he pushed a second finger in next to the first. I gasped as a miniature climax exploded deep in my cunt.
“Oh…oh…”
“I’d guess from your tightness that I’m the first to ever take you here.” More fingers, pushing deeper inside my most private place, working me open.
“Oh, sir! Please…” I was empty for a moment as he removed his fingers. Then the oiled bulk of the plug pressed against my hole.
It just wasn’t possible for that enormous thing to enter such a narrow passage. He exerted a steady pressure, though, and I felt the tip breach my sphincter. He twisted, screwing the infernal object into me. It began to hurt, my poor virgin tissues stretched to the limit. At the same time, my clit throbbed and another climax simmered in my soaked pussy.
“Relax,” Geoffrey murmured close to my ear as the unrelenting invasion proceeded. “Breathe. Let me in.”
His voice was hypnotic. I wanted to obey. I remembered the lightness and peace that followed the pain of his spanking. I wanted that again.
Geoffrey must have sensed my surrender. He gave a sharp push. The plug popped into my rectum. I moaned, mortified by the sensations coursing through me, the fullness of the plug expanding inside me, the overwhelming urge to expel it.
“Good, very good. Let go, little one. Don’t fight it.”
He stroked my buttocks, then wriggled the plug. Delicious, obscene pleasure claimed me. The flicker of pain at my stretched entrance only added to the stew of sensation. The movements of the toy made my clit sputter and ache. The pleasure sparking in my cunt made the plug feel better—or worse. I could hardly tell.
My master left for a moment while he rummaged in the suitcase. The feelings built with each breath.
“I decided to choose a favourite toy as well,” he chuckled. His well-manicured hand gripped the riding crop.
He didn’t give me time to comment. The crop whooshed through the air and landed a stinging blow on my right cheek. In some dim corner of my mind, I knew that it must hurt, but somehow the pain just turned up the heat. He slashed at me again. I clenched down on the plug and ground my swollen pussy against the pillow. The next stroke sent me over the edge, spiralling into sweet oblivion.
Geoffrey was still beating me when I recovered. “Good girl,” he breathed, as the crop whistled and my ass burned. “Take it in. Let it out.”
I felt another orgasm coiling inside. Let it out, he had said. He had given me permission.
Just as I was about to explode, though, he stopped. I felt the bed shift from his weight as he climbed on and straddled me. Even through the haze of pain and pleasure, I rejoiced at the feeling of his taut thighs gripping my hips.
“Time for the real thing,” he said, and popped the plug out of my ass.
My ass gaped, open and abandoned. I cried aloud in my disappointment. Then I was full again, as he slid his greased cock into my bowels.
He wasn’t as thick as the plug, but he was much longer. His ripe flesh felt far better than the inanimate toy. He moved with a smooth, steady rhythm, filling me up
I found myself relaxing under his magical touch. I drifted, enjoying his attention. When he parted my rear cheeks, however, I jolted awake.
Geoffrey brushed a fingertip across my anus. “Are you a virgin, Sarah? Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?” He pressed against the clenched knot.
Panic made me jerk against the bonds. I felt something warm and slippery spill along my crevice. “No! Don’t!”
“You’d refuse me?”
I was silent with shame. I’d promised to obey him.
“This was your choice, little one. This is what you wanted.” He spread the lubricant around my hole, then worked his finger into the ring of muscle.
“I’ve changed my mind…Oh…oh!”
His wriggling set up lewd vibrations in my clit. The farther he intruded, the more intense the sensations became.
“Too late.”
I felt myself stretch as he pushed a second finger in next to the first. I gasped as a miniature climax exploded deep in my cunt.
“Oh…oh…”
“I’d guess from your tightness that I’m the first to ever take you here.” More fingers, pushing deeper inside my most private place, working me open.
“Oh, sir! Please…” I was empty for a moment as he removed his fingers. Then the oiled bulk of the plug pressed against my hole.
It just wasn’t possible for that enormous thing to enter such a narrow passage. He exerted a steady pressure, though, and I felt the tip breach my sphincter. He twisted, screwing the infernal object into me. It began to hurt, my poor virgin tissues stretched to the limit. At the same time, my clit throbbed and another climax simmered in my soaked pussy.
“Relax,” Geoffrey murmured close to my ear as the unrelenting invasion proceeded. “Breathe. Let me in.”
His voice was hypnotic. I wanted to obey. I remembered the lightness and peace that followed the pain of his spanking. I wanted that again.
Geoffrey must have sensed my surrender. He gave a sharp push. The plug popped into my rectum. I moaned, mortified by the sensations coursing through me, the fullness of the plug expanding inside me, the overwhelming urge to expel it.
“Good, very good. Let go, little one. Don’t fight it.”
He stroked my buttocks, then wriggled the plug. Delicious, obscene pleasure claimed me. The flicker of pain at my stretched entrance only added to the stew of sensation. The movements of the toy made my clit sputter and ache. The pleasure sparking in my cunt made the plug feel better—or worse. I could hardly tell.
My master left for a moment while he rummaged in the suitcase. The feelings built with each breath.
“I decided to choose a favourite toy as well,” he chuckled. His well-manicured hand gripped the riding crop.
He didn’t give me time to comment. The crop whooshed through the air and landed a stinging blow on my right cheek. In some dim corner of my mind, I knew that it must hurt, but somehow the pain just turned up the heat. He slashed at me again. I clenched down on the plug and ground my swollen pussy against the pillow. The next stroke sent me over the edge, spiralling into sweet oblivion.
Geoffrey was still beating me when I recovered. “Good girl,” he breathed, as the crop whistled and my ass burned. “Take it in. Let it out.”
I felt another orgasm coiling inside. Let it out, he had said. He had given me permission.
Just as I was about to explode, though, he stopped. I felt the bed shift from his weight as he climbed on and straddled me. Even through the haze of pain and pleasure, I rejoiced at the feeling of his taut thighs gripping my hips.
“Time for the real thing,” he said, and popped the plug out of my ass.
My ass gaped, open and abandoned. I cried aloud in my disappointment. Then I was full again, as he slid his greased cock into my bowels.
He wasn’t as thick as the plug, but he was much longer. His ripe flesh felt far better than the inanimate toy. He moved with a smooth, steady rhythm, filling me up
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