Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Now, pet,” he admonished. “You’re going to have to open back up for me. We’re going to get some more fingers in there. A lot more.” Abby opened her eyes and looked at him inquisitively. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “But I want my fingers stretching you out. Just like your ass, I’m going to start training your cunt to take a little more. I’d like to fist you.”
Abby panicked and started shaking her head vehemently. “Shhh,” he calmed her. “Not today. But we’re going to talk about it. I want this cunt filled with my hand.”
He pushed another finger in and Abby let go of her fear. She wiggled and spread her legs, trying to get him deeper. Her ass stung as it pressed against the table but it’s wasn’t an overwhelming sort of pain. He slapped her mound lightly with his other hand. She barely noticed the third finger.
“Getting nice and wet now, pet. Your pussy’s just opening right up for me. It knows who owns it, doesn’t it?” She whimpered behind the gag and nodded. “Has your cunt ever gotten this wet or opened this wide for another man?” She shook her head. “No,” he agreed. “That’s because it belongs to me. It’s my cunt. And I’m going to stretch my cunt just a tiny bit more. He folded his pinky finger in and pushed it inside her.
The burn of the stretch caused her to pull away from him, but he pressed a hand onto her stomach, pinning her down. “Now, now. If you really think you can’t handle it, then drop the ball, but don’t try to get away from me. You won’t make it far. I’m not putting any more in. Just these four. Now relax for me and open yourself up or drop the ball.”
Abby planted her feet a little wider and drew in a slow, deep breath. Mark slid his fingers in further. “Such a good little pet.” He worked her gently, letting her juices soak them both. “Don’t come, pet,” he warned. “Let me know when you’re too close. Do not come.”
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Abby rocked her hips in response to Mark’s slow fucking and alternately squeezed and relaxed around the invasion. She felt him sliding in, inch by excruciating inch. She felt vulnerable to him, exposed, and it was such a turn on that she cried out suddenly behind the gag. Mark removed his hand. She protested the loss of his fingers and the empty feeling it left her with.
He chuckled. “See? When you let go you really love what I do. You’re going to love having my fist in you, baby. Just wait and see. Someday. Someday you’ll take it for me.” He picked up the crop and instead of hitting her with it, slowly rubbed the triangular end against her bare lips. He pressed harder, moving the thin shaft along her slit. The first blow hit and was a surprise. It hit her inner thigh. He continued a firm tapping along the inside, getting closer and closer to her spread open sex but then stopped just before he reached it. Abby sighed, partly in frustration and part relief.
He repeated the same thing on the other leg, stopping just before the pussy. Another tap came down just above her pubic bone. He slapped her mound with the tip, not hard, though. She whined, caught between wanting more and wanting it to stop before it got worse. Mark spun the rod in his hand and traced the handle along her slit. With his free hand, he spread her wide and slid it in.
“Fuck it, pet. Fuck it like it’s my cock. Show me how much you love my whip.”
Abby wiggled and bucked her hips, trying to take the handle deeper. It seemed a little shocking to her to fuck something that wasn’t even really a sex toy, but that also made it kind of hotter. Naughtier. She felt like Mark’s wanton little pet, driven insane by desire, humping tables and legs and fingering herself in parking lots. And all of it was so deliciously bad. He yanked the crop out and slapped her pussy with it. She continued to hump the air like she was still being filled by toys, fingers, cocks...Mark’s fist. He rained down blows from her clit to her slit to her inner thighs, and Abby, having been brought to the edge so many times during this session only to be denied relief, screamed behind the gag as she came in a rush, her pussy clenching and grasping frantically at nothing. She started to cry in frustration mixed with relief.
Mark threw down the crop, grabbed her off the table and laid her on the floor. He hurriedly unzipped his jeans and released his cock. He drove into her hard. Her orgasm had only just subsided and the sensation of the sudden invasion was right on the border between pleasure and pain. He covered her with his massive frame and fucked her hard, pulling out and slamming back in. She felt a second, stronger orgasm building in side her. She grabbed and clawed at him, trying to pull him deeper inside her.