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And then he licks my ass, circling his tongue and it makes me squirm, makes me quiver as the tip pushes inside.
“Take a breath,” he tells me, and I do.
I hear him spit on his fingers, craning my neck to see. His dark eyes are fixed between my legs, a look of concentration as he pushes one long finger inside.
It’s uncomfortable but nice and I can’t think straight, can’t tear my eyes from the way he’s staring at me.
“I think your sweet little virgin ass may be even tighter than your pussy.” His voice is deep velvet, his words sound so dirty. “We’ll find out.”
He wriggles his finger and I moan and throw my head back. He slides it in and out and I’m his forever.
“That’s so nice…” I whisper, and it is. It’s really nice, even though it feels like I might need to go back to the bathroom.
I feel raw and open as he takes his finger away. I smile as I hear him spit again. It lands right on my asshole and my pussy tingles in response. I couldn’t imagine a man like Alexander Henley spitting before tonight, but I love it. I really love how dirty he is.
The first bead is small, I feel the ridge sink in, and the next after. The third feels bigger, a bit of resistance before my ass lets it in. I hold my knees, grit my teeth as he pushes the next inside.
“Good girl,” he says. “Relax.”
I try. I try really hard.
“And easy does it,” he says as he pushes hard on the next.
I grunt as it plops in. He follows it up with another and it makes me hiss.
“That’s good,” he tells me. “And again.”
This one burns and fills me up. My toes curl.
“Last one,” he whispers, and his thumb strokes over my clit. I clench my ass around the beads, and he likes that, I hear him moan as his tongue digs around the spot. It’s still there when I feel the final bead against my ass. It’s tight. So tight.
“Yes…” I hiss, and he pushes it in.
“You know what pleases me as much as filling up someone’s ass?” he asks, and I’m sure he doesn’t want an answer, but I meet his eyes anyway. “Emptying it again,” he tells me, and then he yanks on the end.
The beads tug out in one long bumpy motion.
I arch my back, my knees dithering in mid-air as I groan. My breath is ragged, embarrassment burning at the sure belief I’ve just added worse stains to the ones I made earlier. I hitch myself onto my elbows to see, but if I really have made a mess he doesn’t care. He lines the beads back up at my clenched ass, tells me to lie down as he does it again.
They go in easier this time.
They come out harder.
In and out. Burning. Filling me up.
I’m a grunting, wriggling mess, unable to control my spasming asshole.
I’m not prepared when he slides two fingers in, completely at his mercy when he circles them deep inside.
“Tight,” he says. “Beautifully tight, but we’ll remedy that.”
“Please…”
He laughs so quietly. “I think we’ve found ourselves a dirty little girl.”
He pulls something else from the case, but I don’t see it. It’s between my legs before I can tell what it is. I feel it, though. Feel the hard ridge of it pushing inside.
“Don’t fight it,” he tells me.
I won’t. I won’t fight it. I hold my knees high and spread wide, smiling down at him as his eyes scorch mine.
The cry from my mouth as he shunts it in surprises me, and that makes me giggle. He taps the base of whatever it is and it makes a funny slapping noise. I feel the vibrations right the way through me.
“A pretty little plug for a pretty little asshole,” he says. “Now we just need to give it a while.”
“A while?” I ask.
“A little while and that little hole of yours is going to be begging for cock.” He smirks, and my tummy flutters. “Let’s see what other delights we can discover.”
I’m still holding my knees as he comes to my side. Still holding them high as he tilts my face to his and flicks his tongue across my lips. He pulls away as my mouth opens for him.
“You’re a dirty little thing,” he rasps. “Open wide.” I open wide and he slides two fingers right to the back of my throat. I retch but he pushes them deeper. “Swallow,” he says, but I can’t. I retch again and he pulls them out, complete with a long string of spit. My ass tightens and whatever’s in there makes me tingle.
“Sorry, sir,” I splutter.
“No need for apologies,” he says, and his fingers are ready again. I open my mouth without being asked, fight the urge to cough as his fingers push right back there. “Suck,” he whispers. “Suck and swallow.”
