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)
“Put my finger in where?”
“My ass! Please, put your finger in my ass! Sir!”
He grinned. “Of course, pet. If that’s what you really need.”
She felt him insert the digit into her drenched pussy, lubing it up gently. His tongue made a few light flicks against her clit. She felt the finger slide down and instinctively clenched her cheeks together to prevent the impending invasion, even though she’d asked for it.
“Oh, please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.
“Shhh,” he replied and kissed her pussy. “I would never hurt you like that. Now, open up for me.”
She took a few deep, calming breaths and slowly relaxed.
“Such a good girl.” He took a long, slow lick of her pussy and she sighed, tilting her hips toward his face. She felt the tip of his finger press against her tight hole and tried to remain open to him. He parted her pussy lips with his tongue and delved into her wetness. She opened even further, welcoming the soft, warm invader. As she pushed into his mouth, she was also slowly working his finger into her ass by herself.
He moved his tongue further away from her by degrees, forcing her to push her pelvis up more and more if she wanted that contact on her pussy. The consequence being the finger was inserted more and more. When she finally shoved her aching clit against his mouth, the finger seated itself deep inside her. It didn’t hurt and since her reward for being a good girl was Mark’s coma-inducing tongue on her needy bud, she didn’t complain. In fact, rather than complain she said...
“Oh, God, yes!” She yanked at the chains again, but this time not in frustration.
Mark pulled away a bit. “Fuck my finger, pet. Just a little harder. I don’t want you to come just yet. Fuck it, baby.”
Abby threw her head back against the pillow and ground her ass into his hand.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Fuck yourself.” He leaned down again, teeth barely grazing her clit and she bucked and thrashed.
“Oh, please more!” she begged.
“You want more?”
“God, yes!”
Abby gasped loudly as she felt his ring finger press against her and stretch her sphincter.
“Oh, God!” she shrieked. It wasn’t painful, precisely, but the sudden stretching was shocking, nonetheless. Mark buried his face in her pussy and she was soon too overwhelmed with sensation to care.
She came loudly, in much the same way Mark had earlier, which was to say all over his face. He licked her clean as tiny shockwaves still pulsed through her. He slowly slid his fingers out of her ass and lowered himself over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste her own juices on his lips and tongue.
“That was beautiful, pet.” Abby wantonly licked his lips, cleaning him thoroughly of her juices. “You loved it, didn’t you?” he asked when she finished.
She smiled dreamily. “Yes, Sir.”
Mark released the chains and cuddled with her on the bed for a few moments. “It’s almost time for lunch,” he informed her. “On your knees, baby.”
Abby got off the bed and knelt between his legs. He pulled down his jeans and she began her ritual of tongue bathing his shaft and balls. This time she was slow and methodical, all the way through, pep talking herself right up to the end. His fingers threaded through her hair and she knew it was almost time. Calm, relaxed, swallow it as it comes out, she told herself.
This time she managed to swallow two jets before she gagged a little and then had to just use her mouth as a receptacle, catching all the semen and holding it until she could force herself to swallow it down. She was disappointed, but Mark didn’t seem to be.
“Very good, pet. Show me.” She opened her mouth for him so he could inspect her. “You’re almost there. It’ll be a lot easier for you if you can swallow it as it comes out rather than holding in your mouth until the end. But you’ll get it.”
After lunch, Abby took a nap on the couch with her feet in Mark’s lap as he watched television. She woke up alone, tv off, and sat up. Mark was in the kitchen working on dinner. “Come here and help,” he called out to her.
She made a face and walked over. “If you want to eat it, you probably shouldn’t let me help.”
He laughed. “I have faith in you. This,” he told her “is what we call a knife.” He said it slowly and sarcastically. She glared at him. “This is an onion.” He set the onion down on a cutting board. “Now, the secret to cutting onions is you leave the hairy end on.”
“I thought you liked the hairy end off.”
He shook his head. “Sassy little bitch,” he muttered, but he was grinning.
She took the knife from him and cut according to his instructions. “Do I get to shave your balls?” she asked him.