Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
R arity…
He teased my pussy until I came, writhing against him, my ass pressed back against the erection pressing against the front of his jeans. I reached behind me and fondled him through the stiff fabric, the heat coming off of him incredible – but he wasn’t ready to give me what I wanted.
He gave me a rest, and kissed the side of my neck, his fingers playing through the wetness between my thighs, slicking against my folds, sweetly torturing my clit. I shivered, but not with cold, and after a bit and my breathing had come back down and returned to normal? He started the sweet and welcome torture all over again.
As the movie credits rolled, he got me up and asked how my ass felt, when I said fine, he went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and fixed me a glass of something to drink. He brought it to me and said, “Hydrate, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
I smiled and drank the red liquid in the glass of ice and felt my eyebrows go up when I realized it was red Gatorade or some other electrolyte drink.
“Got a favorite?” he asked after I’d downed half the glass.
“The white one, Cherry Frost I think they call it. I just call it the white Gatorade,” I said.
“Noted, I’ll keep some on hand. Right now, I’d like to try the next size up in your ass if you’re game.”
I nodded carefully, apprehensive, but I would try it. The first one wasn’t so bad at all. I mean, I barely felt it now. Just a sort of hardness in my asshole now. I stood and the plug shifted with the movement, and it was a little more noticeable when I walked. I turned my head and assumed the position bent over the table as I had before and he gently tugged on the plug, thrusting it a little. I giggled at the strange sensation, and he plunged a middle finger up inside my pussy and I gasped, thrusting my hips back to meet him.
“Good girl,” he praised. “That’s my good girl.”
I swallowed hard, and felt my knees tremble and breathed in and out slowly as he teased around inside my pussy, jerking when he found that spot inside me that sent waves of shimmering sensation rippling through me.
I moaned and closed my eyes, resting my cheek against the glass, my tits pressed against the glass. I bet it’d look comical from underneath, but oh what he did to me made that an entirely fleeting thought.
“Feel good?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Gonna cum for your Daddy?” he asked.
“You keep doing that, yes,” I said pertly and he pull his hand from the toy in my ass and gave my ass cheek a smack. I yipped and jumped, my pussy clenching around his invading finger and he chuckled.
He went back to manipulating the small plug in my ass, and fervently worked that spot inside me until I came again, sagging, letting the table take my weight, and watching the glass fog in front of me with my panting breaths.
“Push out,” he ordered and gave a little tug on the anal plug and I did, and it popped free with no trouble. He instantly replaced it with a finger and worked my ass and my pussy both.
I writhed against his hands and sucked in a sharp breath and held it as he slipped a second finger in my ass to join the first. I made a small noise of protest as he stretched me beyond the scope of comfort, but oh God, did it feel good having him in both holes. Like, I never knew it could be this good – and even after what? Three? Four orgasms, since being here in his little house with him? I still craved the feeling of his cock inside me. I wanted to feel him so deep that when he pushed into me I felt him in my womb. Hell, I wanted to feel him fuck me and fill me so bad I felt against the back side of my tonsils!
“Please,” I begged. “Please fill me with your cock.”
“Mmm,” he made a satisfied hum, “I like it when you beg me like that, baby girl.”
He pulled his fingers out of my ass, and cold lube dripped on my asshole. Soon after, cold metal pressed and I pushed out, relaxing, letting it slide into me. Making a small noise of protest as it once again, stretched my tight little asshole beyond what was comfortable, but it was such a fleeting discomfort as my ass swallowed the plug and the flared base settled snug against the puckered flesh at my opening.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Good,” I moaned, thinking about it a second and sighing out, “full. Definitely more intense than the last one, but not uncomfortable – yet. Feels hard, and I want your cock inside me so badly now, Daddy – please? ”
He chuckled and said, “You stay right there, just like that – be good, don’t move a muscle, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”
“Okay,” I moaned breathlessly.
I was so turned on. Turned on to the point I would do whatever he asked of me, suck his dick, let him put it in my ass, just anything to have him inside me. It was like all orgasms paled in comparison to the one in the garage earlier, where I’d held him in my body. Where he’d filled me so perfectly, made me feel like I was so tight, I could barely contain him.
He went into the kitchen and washed his hands again, thoroughly, and I appreciated that – I wasn’t keen on ass to pussy and getting an infection; so, I would take him being careful of that. I liked it. I wondered, vaguely, how we would handle it when he fucked my ass for real – and I found that I was more turned on and curious about having him there than I was nervous or scared.
Did I think I could take him right now? Oh, hell no – even the biggest plug that sat beside my hip on the table wasn’t as thick at its thickest point as he was. It would take work to get me up to that – but I also found myself desperate to know what it would feel like to have his cock inside me with this already much bigger plug than the first one I’d had in.
The first one had been small enough that just its presence had been… noticeable. It’d been different. Foreign, but not in a bad way. Just in an interesting and unique way. I’d liked it. Just the feeling of it in my ass had made me feel sexy, and brazen in a way that I’d never felt before.
This one felt more intense. As though it was stretching me. Less simply present in my ass and more that… like my training had really begun.
We’d talked about this in particular, a lot, to the point that I had so been looking forward to trying it for him and he did not disappoint by making it the first dirty and outside the box thing we’d tried together.
We’d talked about so many other things, too. Remote control vibrators out in public. A plug in my ass, and a vibe in my pussy while taking a slow walk somewhere. Nipple torture was something he wanted to try as well. Starting simply with some nipple jewelry that hung from them while he watched my tits bounce as we fucked – and that had sounded hot. He wanted to try different clamps, too – not to hurt, but more to stimulate… but he wasn’t beyond punishing me if I was a bad little girl.
We’d talked about that, too and both agreed, no matter what, no marks should be left. That marks were going too far.
I jumped when he touched my hips and massaged my lower back with his thumbs.
“Stand up and come with me, baby. I want you in my bed. I want to make you cum for me some more.”
I stood up, and turned in the circle of his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and leaning into him. He smiled down at me, his hands smoothing up and down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing its globes and asking me, “How does that one feel now? Still good?”
“Yes,” I whispered and I pulled his mouth to mine, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He obliged me, kissing me, lifting me, urging me to hop up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and moaned into his mouth at the interesting things that it did to the plug in my ass as I ground my soaking wet pussy against the front of him, seeking out friction with his erection pressing at the front of his jeans.
He turned us both, and powerfully, carried me up the hall, turning at the last doorway on the right and taking me into a fairly sparsely furnished bedroom, laying me on the rumpled covers of his bed.
I let him go with my arms and stretched them over my head, letting my legs fall open as he pulled the tee shirt he wore off over his head.
“Touch yourself, play with that pussy baby,” he instructed me, and I reached down, dipping my fingertips into my wetness and teasing my clit lightly with my fingertips as he shucked himself out of his jeans and socks.
He gripped his cock, and stroked it with his fist, and it was the first real, unabashed, un-obfuscated look that I got of Striker and the long, lean, muscular nude front of him.
Fuck , he was hot. My blood heating as I watched the temperature rise in his eyes. I loved the way he looked at me, letting his eyes devour me from my head to my toes, staring at my tits with reverence, following the hourglass curve of my body to my hip before settling hungrily on where I played in my own wetness at his command.
He reached into the bedside table’s drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping open the packet with his teeth and rolling it on.
I watched, squeezing and rolling a nipple between my other set of fingers while I plunged the other set up inside me.
“Oh, fuck… Rarity,” he groaned and he collapsed over me, and lined himself up with my opening.
I pulled at his ass, trying to get him to put himself in but he resisted, going slow, and once he pushed in just beyond the entrance to my pussy, I realized why.
I sucked in a sharp breath as his cock pushed on the plug in my ass, making me feel even more impossibly tight.
He worked himself back and forth a little and grunted, pulling out.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” he ordered, and I obediently rolled onto all fours.
He put his thumb against the jewel in my ass and I gasped at the sensation of the larger plug moving inside of me, and then his cock was pressing in again.
I moaned, groaned piteously, and arched my back low, pressing my stomach and tits to the bed, offering myself up to him and begging silently for more. God, I needed more .
I needed that thick cock inside of me, pressing against that plug, filling me, stretching me impossibly large, it felt so good . I needed it, I wanted it, that building pressure , that full feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was so, so, good – it hurt, vaguely, but I adored it. Loved it. Was more than willing to take it for Striker who seemed to hit the mark with me in every fucking way – he pushed into me and bottomed gently out against the end of me, and hissed out from between clenched teeth.
“Fuck you’re so fucking tight , baby girl. My cock fits so nice. Are you good?”
I panted from the extremely full feeling and not trusting my words, just nodded rapidly, and held back my hands making grabby hands motions to indicate I wanted more.
He laughed, grasping my hips and pulling out, quickly putting his thumb back on the jewel in the plug to keep it in my ass as he struck a thrusting rhythm and oh God yeah .
It was a lot, not going to lie. It was like, a lot, a lot, but I wasn’t willing to cry uncle just yet. It was intense, bordering on painful, but –
I cried out when one thrust went particularly deep and more than a little astray to the point it didn’t feel good, it just plain hurt, and without pausing, without missing a beat, he took his hand away from the anal plug, kept thrusting, and the plug popped free. He threw it down on the floor, replaced both hands on my hips, and slowed way down into slow, sensual and much more even, much less frantic strokes.
I panted, relaxed some into the mattress, and took what he gave me and that sharp, momentary pain faded into oblivion, swept away on a blissful wave.
“Oh, God, oh, Daddy, oh, yes! ” I cried and he slowly worked his pace back up.
I reached a hand between my thighs and played with my cunt, feeling his slide in and out of me, listened to the music our bodies made, and teased my clit; ramping up the pleasure once again, knowing that when I came this time, with Striker so deep inside of me, that I was going to be absolutely spent .
I was okay with that. I needed the oblivion that only his touch could bring, and I was positively desperate for it. Ready for it. Needing of it in a way I’d never needed anything before.
I was vaguely aware of my mouth making feral noises, of sound pouring from my throat, and I knew they were words – but I was wholly ensnared by what Striker was doing to me to the point that when I did come? It was screaming his name as lightning crackled outside and the stars themselves fell from the sky, streaking behind my eyelids as a pleasure so pure burned through me, scorching me from the inside out.