Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
She is fucking magnificent in her forced surrender.
Her hair is mussed, and her slim fingers grip the plump flesh. The pale cleft of her ass is like a beacon for my mission and nestled in that valley lay my target. Her anus is far from ready to take my girth comfortably, the rim tight and the center clenched.
“Have you been thinking about the way the pen felt in your ass?” I ask. “Fantasizing about what something much bigger would feel like?”
“No.”
“Come now, Lyriope. I’ve always loved your honesty. Don’t change now.”
“I haven’t… no. I never—I’m not like that. I would never want this,” she says, her eyes closed again as if embarrassed to confess she has never played that way.
Or maybe embarrassed that she wants to.
I can read just how much her virginity embarrasses her. A remedy I will love to cure. But first… the virgin ass will be my priority.
I move behind her fully, pushing against her ankle with my foot, guiding her to widen her stance. Reaching forward, I run my fingers along her sex. Despite her fear… or maybe not fear exactly, but trepidation, her pussy has not stopped leaking.
Her breathing hitches as I run my fingertips across her clit.
“You might protest, my flower,” I say as I push two fingers deep inside her pussy, scissoring them.
She moans loudly but doesn’t say a word.
I grin and slide my fingers free, bending over her, hearing her cry of surprise when the move has my body pressing against her arms, her hands, her ass as I move my hand to her face.
“Open your eyes,” I order and when she does, I rub my slick fingers together for her to see, her arousal glistening down their length. “Your mind might say it’s wrong, dirty, taboo, but your body tells the truth. Your cunt is sopping wet.”
She gasps, at the truth or the dirty words, I don’t know and don’t care. “It’s a good thing,” I say, running my fingertips along her lips. “Do you know why?”
Evidently leery of opening her mouth, she shakes her head instead. I lean closer to speak right at the shell of her ear.
“Because my cock is going to push into your little hole. It’s going to force it to stretch wide and then go deep to pop your anal cherry. And the only thing that is going to help make that easier is that juice your pussy is putting out. Well, that and the spit you’ll provide.”
Pulling back, I again run my fingers along her cunt, just as wet as before, but this time transferring that wetness up to her anus. She bucks, but keeps her buttocks parted, and after several swirls around the puckered rim, she begins to give soft little moans, pushing her hips back each time I leave her hole to dip lower to gather more of her cream from her pussy.
Her gasp is sharper as I begin to slip a finger inside her ass. I don’t hesitate, don’t go slow. I press firmly inside, forcing her asshole to yield, to allow me entrance.
Her arms shake, her hips attempt to push down into the table but my hold on her hip assures she is going nowhere.
After a few thrusts, I pull my finger out, only to join another to it, sliding both back inside.
This time, her cry is louder. “Please, it… it’s too much. It hurts.”
“It’s two fingers, far smaller than my cock,” I inform her, continuing to push into her ass. “And yes, it’s going to hurt. It’s going to burn like hell, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
“I-I don’t like it. I don’t need the consequence any longer. I understand and will follow the contract from now on. Please,” she says, yet her ass pushes back as if helping to seat the two fingers deeper, and she sighs when they’re fully buried.
It seems someone craves the pain just as I had predicted but isn’t ready to admit it.
I begin to fuck her with my fingers, stretching them apart, spreading her constricting muscles. I know the friction from the lack of proper lubrication is causing a sting even if I couldn’t hear her mewls of pain and pleasure mixing. But good. It’s a punishment. Not a reward.
Reaching forward, I fist her hair and pull her head back, forcing her to look at me. “Now, ask me politely to let you suck my cock so you can get it nice and wet for your ass fucking.”
I’m truly surprised when she doesn’t immediately speak. It’s a case of her mind arguing with her body, but the look on her face and the soft, strangled mewl tells me exactly which will be the victor.
“May I… please may I suck your cock?”
I tug her hair more. “Why?”
“Oh God,” she moans. “I really have to say it?” When I only nod, she flushes darker but says, “So I can get it nice and wet before you fuck me.”