Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I circled the tight opening, spreading the lube, trying to relax. My finger pressed against the resistance and I had to bite my lip as it slid inside. The stretch felt different today—not quite pain, but an intense awareness that made my thighs tremble.
I worked one finger in and out, then added a second. The fullness made me gasp, and I found myself thinking about Mike’s cock. That impossibly thick shaft I’d had in my mouth last night. The way it had felt hot and rigid against my tongue. How it had pulsed when he’d come, flooding my mouth with his seed.
Would he really put it there? Would his huge cock actually fit inside my bottom?
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, I felt my sealed pussy throb with desperate need, wetness gathering at the tiny opening. I squeezed my core muscles involuntarily, creating that friction Mike had taught me, and had to force myself to stop before I went too far.
I withdrew my fingers and reached for the medium plug, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. The tapered tip found my lubed opening, and I began to push.
The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped as the plug pressed inside, my body resisting the intrusion. It was so much thicker than the small one—I had to pause halfway, breathing hard, my whole body trembling with the effort of accommodating it.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered, pressing forward again. The widest part stretched me impossibly wide, and for a moment I thought I couldn’t do it, thought my body would refuse. But then it slipped past the resistance and seated itself fully, my muscles closing around the narrow neck.
The fullness was overwhelming. I stayed bent over the bed, gasping, my fingers gripping the comforter as my body adjusted to the invasion. It felt huge inside me—so much bigger than the small plug. Every tiny movement sent sparks of sensation through my core, and I realized with dawning horror that it was arousing me intensely.
My sealed pussy throbbed with desperate need, and I felt wetness trickling from the tiny opening. The plug shifted slightly as I tried to straighten up, and the sensation made my knees buckle. I had to catch myself on the edge of the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I thought about Mike’s cock again. His huge, hard tool. The thing he had thrust against the back of my throat, had pumped in his hand so that it spurted his hot seed over my face.
He was going to put it there. In my bottom. When I could take the large plug, he’d said. When I was ready.
Friday. That was forty-eight hours away. Forty-eight hours of this constant awareness, this building need, this desperate aching throb behind the seal. How was I supposed to keep myself sane for that long? How was I supposed to focus on anything when all I could think about was Mike’s hands on me, Mike’s cock stretching me, Mike making me come while he used my body however he wanted?
I managed to pull on my panties and yoga pants, though the movement made the plug shift in ways that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning. I was pulling my t-shirt back on when my phone buzzed with a notification from the SA app.
My hands trembled as I grabbed it, my heart racing before I even saw what the message said.
You’ve been such a good girl this evening, Laura. I’m very proud of you for following my instructions so perfectly.
The praise made warmth bloom in my chest, and I found myself smiling despite the uncomfortable fullness in my bottom. He’d been watching. He’d seen me obey.
Another message appeared.
You’ve earned a reward. You may masturbate in bed tonight. Use the technique I taught you. Make yourself come as many times as you need to.
My breath caught. I could play with myself. I could finally get some relief from this arousal.
One condition, Mike sent. You’ll sleep in the nude.
CHAPTER 18
Laura
It shouldn’t make any difference at all, I kept telling myself. No, I’d never slept in the nude. Even after everything that had happened the previous night I had gotten up to put on my panties over the plug and pull my nightgown over my head—just out of habit, just because that’s the way I’d grown up. When I’d touched myself at night in my dorm bed, I’d done it with my hand inside my panties, as if that made masturbation more respectable.
I had been shaved down there. I had been caned. I had played with myself for the camera. I had been spanked over a man’s knee and made to come and then to suck his cock.
I had a butt plug in my bottom, for goodness’ sake.
Sleeping in the nude shouldn’t have posed a problem. Even the thought, That poses a problem, shouldn’t have occurred to me. Right?