Page 19 of Terror of Tuscany


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She sucks in a quick inhale and her muscles tense so quickly the shackles holding her in place jerk, but do their job keeping her from moving. More importantly she doesn’t stop me from moving in the direction where we both know this is headed…where we both want.

I feel a tick in my cheek and my muscles tighten, excitement gripping me as we draw closer to the inevitable.

“Just so we’re clear at any time you don’t like where this is going or want to stop you tell me. Understand?”

A beat passes and then she nods.

I grab her by her chin and lift her head, turning her neck back slightly so she can make eye contact with me. “Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good,” I grunt, returning her head to it’s original position. “As much as it seems like I’m in control here, you’re actually the one with all the power. Your body, your choice…unless you want me to make those choices for you.”

The question is loaded and she eats it up. I see her smile that reaches her eyes, but despite how hard she tries to suppress it.

“Italian culture dictates the man is in charge doesn’t it? I may be all for woman’s rights, but in this case I’ll exercise my right to remain silent, and let you cuff me…restrain me,” she pauses to make a point of looking at her firmly secured hands, “and please me…as you see fit.”

“As we both see fit.”

Like I did the first time I claimed her, my hand slides underneath her and finds her clit. But this time, instead of taking her towards orgasm, I use my hand to rub her gently while another finger slowly invades her ass, stretching it out even more than the first time. She’s wet, and I use her juices to lubricate her ass as I insert a bigger finger, upping the stakes.

She’s writhing on the table and gasping with pleasure. As she continues to relax, I ease another finger in.

“Please...please...I want more. I want your long, thick cock inside my ass.” It is as if she’s possessed, addicted to my dick.

My leg swings over her body, and I climb onto the table on top of her, my hips straddling hers. Considering this table is meant to secure and restrain some of the biggest, baddest, don’t give a fuck men this world has ever known, its design is more than adequate to handle the both of us.

I unzip my pants, and my cock springs free. I tease it between her ass cheeks, and even while strapped in place, she manages to guide her hips upward, raising her perfect apple-bottom ass in the air, presenting to the devil like a fucking offering

I run a finger down her back while my cock grazes her pussy and ass, leading her to resolve to crumble, her dignity to temporarily fall to the wayside as she begs me for more of what we both want…need…demand.

“Fuck...please, give it to me...I want it so bad.” I have to adjust my body, and my head slides between her cheeks. I need to be slow. Gentle. Not at all the way I’d like to take her, possess her forbidden hole, but this isn’t about me, this is about my little girl getting her pleasure. She comes first, and in doing so she’s only to feel pleasure, never pain. Not again.

When the crown of my cock touches her asshole, she tenses up even more, recoiling slightly. Having a finger inside her is one thing, but having ten inches of throbbing, girthy cock wedged into her untried hole is something else entirely.

“Go slow. Please,” she begs as she turns her head back to plead with me. I nod and smile down at her.

Two steps forward and one step back.

Reminded of that I pump my brakes, opting to first slip a finger, then another, and finally a third into her impossibly-tight hole, preparing her for what comes next.

Taking my fingers out and reintroducing my crown, bubbling with precome, at her entrance, I ease myself in.

She white-knuckle grips the sides of the table and moans audibly, the ten thousand square foot warehouse with a tin roof turning into an echo chamber for the pleasure-filled, anticipatory and uncontrollable gasps and moans that slide to and from across her lips.

I go ever more slowly, but when the entire head of my member finally slides inside of her, her puckered entrance relaxes, and I feel a mind-shattering wave of pleasure shoot through my body. It’s a grip tighter than I could have imagined.

I knew it was going to be tight, but the sensation of being inside her asshole is beyond anything I expected. I have to pause, letting my cock flex and widen her tight ring, feeling her body stretch as she accommodates me, fitting tight as a glove.

“Oh...wow...Jesus,” she gasps. Steadying myself, I keep in position perfectly above her so that she can breathe, relax, and even move a little.

I slide out slightly and then push in again deeper, this time adding an inch of my shaft to go along with the bulbous tip.

The sensation of her around me grows as the weight of my big body begins to press her down into the table, allowing her to grind against its surface as she searches for a mind-blowing ending to this craziness that feels like it’s just begun.

Pumping slowly, she takes my weight on top of her, driving just enough breath out of her body to make her heart beat even faster in desperate need of air, feeling her lungs expand underneath my chest, which is flush with her back.

Her body feels so exquisite, and her ass is so tight. It’s going to take a while to get inside her completely, stretching her sufficiently to tunnel into her completely, allowing her to experience the depth and gravity of all that I am.

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