by Maxine Marsh
She nodded.
“And what if they did?”
She appeared unsure. He considered her. When he walked behind her she turned to look at him. “Turn back around,” he ordered.
He kneeled and began working the whip handle, which now sat comfortably inside her stretched hole. She whimpered and her hips began to move. “That’s right,” he said. “Fuck yourself, make it feel real good.”
She worked back even more, her groans becoming something more animalistic, and Clayton smiled. He’d found another secret part of her.
“Does it feel good?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He kissed her rump. “Tell me.”
She cried out when he increased speed, working the smooth shaft of the handle farther in before pulling it out, then pushing it in again. She was opening up nicely.
“It feels so good when you play with my ass, sir.”
He kept the toy moving at a good pace. “More,” he ordered.
“It feels so good when you fuck my ass, sir.”
Her body gave way to pleasure more and more, the toy working farther and farther in until she was moving with some abandon. He urged her words on until she was frenzied.
“Yes, yes, yes, please fuck my ass, sir. I love it when you fuck my ass!”
He pulled the whip out completely and flung it aside, then laid a huge smack on her ass. She screamed and sobbed, her arms giving way.
“That’s my girl!” he said. “Now get back on your hands.”
Shaking, she did as she was told.
“Now, your poor pussy has been neglected. At least you’ve had this to keep it company.” He took the base of the silicone cock and slowly pulled it free. It was coated completely in her sweet wetness. Without warning he put the cock to her ass and pushed it inside. She was warmed up, but this toy was much wider than the last and she grimaced while he worked it all the way in. He decided that tonight was only the beginning of their assplay together, that he’d save introducing his cock there for now. Something to look forward to.
He worked his fingers into her pussy, wanting to feel her arousal for a moment before he moved on. Her insides were swollen and sensitive, and she made noises of want and hunger while he fingered her.
By this time he was incredibly hard again and wouldn’t be able to keep his cock out of her for much longer. The other toys he’d gathered would have to wait for another session. Well, maybe one more.
He got what he wanted and then stood behind her. “Spread your legs more. I want your pussy.”
Kneeling down, he grabbed her buttocks and positioned her so his cock was at her entrance. With one smooth motion his cock parted her lips and entered her. They shared a delicious shiver of pleasure. Clayton stayed inside her, gripped the end of the dildo that filled her ass and began fucking her with it again. This was twice as satisfying—he listened to her cries of profound pleasure and got to feel her muscles squeeze him involuntarily in response to the double stimuli. He began to move in sync with the fake cock. DJ let out a long, strung-together chain of “oh” sounds that were half sobs and half whimpers.
“You like having two cocks in you at the same time?”
“Yes, sir, yes…”
Clayton filed away for later the idea of inviting a friend of his over sometime to gangbang her. More training and some negotiation was needed before that could happen, though. Those were good times to come, good times to look forward to.
And then the coup de grâce. With the toy still in her ass and his cock still planted deep in her pussy, he pulled her up and sat back, holding her so that she sat back onto him with her legs spread wide.
“Still, still,” he whispered in her ear. He was close again and wanted to feel her come around him before he finished.
She lay back against his chest, rooted on him, legs spread wide to the night, shaking furiously.
“This is what you need now—finish yourself with it.” He handed her the little vibrator he’d taken from her bag.
It buzzed alive and she reached to put it down to her clit. She gasped with pleasure when she pressed it to her clit, then began to shake and writhe almost immediately, and he had to wrap his arms around her torso tightly to keep himself from slipping out of her. No, he had to feel it, feel her completion, feel her clamp down and consume him completely. She shook and her pussy pulsed, and then she cried up to the sky, a sound of release so loud it drowned out Clayton’s own groans. The squeeze of her around him was magnificent and he moved a little to feel more of it, to participate in it.
She took the vibrator off her clit and, all strength lost, crumpled back against him.
His lips were close to her ear. “No. You’re not done. I want to feel you come again. Do it again.”
She whined and yet slowly returned the vibrator to her clitoris, which Clayton thought must be a rock-hard, solid little bead, completely and painfully sensitive from her orgasm. She bucked, but bit down and pressed the toy close again.
He let her go from there, let her go off into the space she so easily found when her body and mind were filled with pleasure. She made noises that came from somewhere deep, grimaced up at the stars and trusted him to hold her upright. She talked, not to him but to herself, he thought, to her body.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” she whispered, straining and reaching for another orgasm.
He let himself close his own eyes for a moment and just feel her. To be a part of her while she rode her own space and her own pleasure made him feel like her protector, her keeper. He guessed he really was. Then he felt her pussy flood again, and knew she was about to come.
He reached a hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple sharply. She howled, shook violently, and came again. He couldn’t put it off any longer but came too with a hard and prolonged orgasm that nearly made him tumble over.
She stayed in a bit of a daze when he wrapped her in the blanket and carried her inside the house and up to the bedroom. He retrieved the cuffs from the wall nearby and gently attached her to the bed. She fell into a deep sleep. He was exhausted but couldn’t help sitting and watching her for a time, only going to sleep himself when he realized that they belonged to each other now.
For now his loneliness was gone, her trouble was untied, and they were free.
The End
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