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Chapter Twenty Two
Andy
My skin was on fire, muscles twitchy, mouth dry, but I was floating. High as a fucking kite soaring the skies. And there she was, Faye, the crazy hedonistic little temptress who’d taken me there. I was done fighting. She could have me, all of me, however she wanted. She lowered the shackles until I dropped to my knees, and then guided me forwards onto all fours. She knelt between my thighs and I heard the squelch of lube. Her tongue came first, hot and squirmy, burrowing its way inside without hesitation, twirling around, lapping me up, and the sensation sent me higher. I held my breath as she opened me up with her fingers, two, then three, and she was firm, pressing in deep and circling her knuckles until I was making such disgusting fucking noises. But I didn’t care about that, either. It felt good.
I groaned as she used two hands, two fingers of each, and she stretched me, pulling me wide. I heard her gasp, and she was getting off on it. I glanced back over my shoulder to find her sitting on her heel, grinding that sweet little pussy as she opened me up.
“I can see inside you,” she moaned, and I think she was practically as gone as I was. “Oh fuck, Andy, I can see inside your gorgeous fucking ass.” She pushed in deep. “I want more,” she whispered. “I need more.”
“Take it,” I said. “Take whatever you want.”
She pressed her hand against my back and I flinched. “Lie down,” she said. “Relax.”
I did as she said, and it felt good against the mat, no effort needed to move, no effort needed for anything. My breath was steady, my heart pounding, but it was nice. Really nice.
I followed her with my eyes, watching her as she fastened on that strap-on. She held it in her grip like a real cock.
“Look at me,” she said, but she needn’t have, I wasn’t looking anywhere else. “I’m going to put this inside you, you’re going to take it, all the way.” She smiled, and it was a smile on the edge. She rubbed that big fake dick and her eyes were glazed with her perverted desires. “Tell me you want it.”
My voice was raspy. “I wantyou.”
“Good,” she breathed. “That’s good enough.” She knelt at my face, and her hands were so gentle, so kind. “Kiss it,” she whispered, and her fingers were guiding me, raising my head enough to kiss that shiny black dick. She stroked my hair and it felt lovely, soothing. “Open your mouth,” she said, and I did it. It tasted of plastic and sweat, and vomit, too as my mouth stretched wide and she pushed it to the back of my throat. This time she wasn’t rough, she was so calm, stroking my face and murmuring how wet this was making her, how horny it was making her, how she was already on the verge of coming. She pulled it out with a wet plop, and her lips were on mine. “Thank you,” she said. “This is the greatest gift I’ve ever had.”
“Take it, then,” I said. “Fuck me.”
Her mouth actually dropped open, and she closed her eyes. “Please say that again…”
“Fuck me.” My voice hardly sounded like mine. “Fuck me.”
“Yes…” she hissed. “Oh God, yes…”
She moved behind me and spread my thighs, pushing one leg out at an angle before placing herself between them. Her palms massaged my sore back, and it made me groan, but it was a nice burn, a nice pain. My cock was hard under me, hard for her. A cold dribble, and lube was all over my ass. It squelched as she rubbed it over her dick, inside my ass crack, and squelched louder as she pushed two fingers in and rubbed it inside me.
“Stay relaxed,” she said, “nice and relaxed.”
And there were her fingers again, but more this time, four maybe, I don’t know. I felt so full, and it was a burn, an ache… a hot, low growly ache. I groaned, but it wasn’t with pain.
“That’s it,” she said softly. “You’re so ready for this, your asshole is wide open for me. Oh God, Andy… it’s beautiful…” She let out a little whimper, and I knew she was touching herself.
I took a breath. “Now,” I said. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Faye.”
***
Faye
I had to still my fingers, pull myself back from the edge or I’d have come right there, staring at Andy’s gorgeous gaping asshole, and I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to ride this on the edge, on a high.
He was so wet, swimming in lube, so much that his loose hole would splutter and dribble whenever I fingered him. I positioned the strap-on, tingling as I realised it would still be a stretch. I braced my hands on his hips, using my bodyweight to nudge my way inside. He grunted as his hole stretched tight around the head, and it lengthened into a pained moan as I kept on pushing. The head sucked in with a squelch, but he was tighter inside. His ass fought me. Fought the depth.
I moved my hips in lazy circles, fucked him slowly.
“Yes,” I said. “Take it. Relax onto it.”
His asshole opened the way a delicate flower spreads its petals, giving just a little more with every nudge, and fuck how his insides gurgled and spat for me. I shifted, spreading my weight more evenly, my tits pressed against his sore back as I slowly worked my hips, slowly worked that cock in deep. I could feel him tensing, and he’d grunt and groan, every muscle wired until he gave up more ground. It became easier, wetter, my hips moving ever more freely as he let me in.
“Halfway,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, Andy, I’m over halfway in.”
“It burns,” he rasped. “It hurts, Faye. It fucking hurts.”
