Cocktails and Curves: A BBW Billionaire Romance
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My behind was still smarting wildly when I felt his fingers drive deep inside the wetness of my channel, probing and sliding along my natural moisture until they found my G-spot. I instantly felt the need to relieve myself, but I knew that it was just the pressure against that little bean of flesh within me as he massaged me deep inside. Oh.
The need to relieve myself was replaced with a different need. I needed a release of the tension that had built within me from the second his fingers found my secret spot. When I moaned, Master pulled his fingers from inside me and wound back with the paddle. Smack.
My tortured and confused body registered the loss of my impeding orgasm with the smack of the paddle against my stinging skin. Over and over and over, the paddle took its toll on my bottom until suddenly it was gone, and his fingers were inside me again. “Look, Sarah,” he said. “Look at the lovely way that her bottom has turned nearly as crimson as the costume that lies rumpled on the floor. Did she think I wouldn’t notice how she cut the skirt from hem to waistline? See how she trembles on the spanking horse? Kiss her, Sarah. Make her feel better.”
His fingers didn’t stop plunging inside me while Sarah’s tentative kisses fluttered over my backside. “She shudders with the feel of your mouth on her voluptuous bottom,” Master said. “Sweet Sarah, move your fingers with mine. Feel how your friend feels on the inside where she is moving and rolling like the waves of the ocean.”
I felt Sarah push her fingers inside my hole until she and Master were moving as one, and I was filled with their probing fingers.
“Use your other hand to touch her magic button. Rub it and caress it the same way that you touch yourself when you’re alone, Sarah,” he said.
Sarah obediently began stroking my clitoris, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Despite the torturous pleasure that was coursing through my body, I held myself still and motionless like Master had demanded.
“Do you want to come for us, Annabelle?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” I whimpered against the padded leather bench.
“I can’t hear you,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I cried. I felt him brush Sarah’s hand from my overheated nub of flesh. He stroked it himself with firm mastery that brought me to climax while his and Sarah’s fingers were still inside me. With a scream that sounded like agony but felt like heaven, I came harder than I ever had before. I was still deep within the overwhelming sensation of pleasure when he moved their hands away from my throbbing flesh and slapped my sore bottom with his damp hand.
The feeling of his palm on my rump started my climax over from the beginning, and I forgot his warning to keep still as I thrashed upon the spanking bench with the warm wet feeling of my own juices moistening my inner thighs. When the sensations finally subsided, feelings of shame and embarrassment wash over me like an unwelcome rain shower. I kept my head down and stayed where I was until Master ordered me to rise to my feet.
He gave me an uncharacteristic hug and kissed me on the nose. “Annabelle,” he said. “You are a marvel. I could definitely love a girl like you.” As I felt myself engulfed in the warmth of his embrace, the feelings of doubt washed away on the tide.
“Me, too,” I whispered so softly that I knew he couldn’t hear me over the pounding of my heart.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4