Chapter 19 Caleb
CALEB
Ipress my thumb into the arch of Basia’s foot, enjoying the little whimper that comes out of her mouth. It reminds me of the sounds she makes when she’s about to come.
My dick has been rock hard ever since she gave me permission to drug her, fuck her while she sleeps. Watching her sip the tea, knowing what it’ll do to her—ah fuck. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is.
Her eyelashes flutter, the soft smile on her lips slipping as sleep drags her under.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur. “Give in. Let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good.”
We were chatting as she drank, but my mind was already planning everything I want to do now that I have her permission to let loose. Once her eyes are fully closed, I carefully get out of bed and start preparing.
Though it was out of necessity yesterday, I really fucking enjoyed using her lip balm as an anal dildo. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about stuffing her holes with more of her everyday items—especially now, knowing she wants to find evidence in the morning.
I hurry to the kitchen, impatient, excited. First, I find her rolling pin. Then, I open the pantry and grab an empty beer bottle. Finally, I make a stop at the bathroom to grab her deodorant and a bottle of baby oil. I rinse everything off and bring it to the foot of Basia’s bed.
Once I have everything ready, I pull down her pajama bottoms but leave the yellow cotton panties on. As much as I’m burning to be inside her, I want to take my time, enjoy this, make her feel it when she wakes up tomorrow.
I grab the bottle of baby oil and flip the cap open.
Then I pour a generous amount onto her pussy, soaking the panties.
The fabric clings obscenely to the peaks and dips of her labia, and I can’t resist pulling my phone out of my pocket to capture the scene.
Maybe I’ll print it out for Basia to find in random places.
I drop the phone on the bed next to the objects I chose for tonight, then use both of my thumbs to start massaging her pussy.
She mewls in her sleep as soon as I press down on her clit.
It hits differently now that I’m not afraid of her waking up and kicking me out of her life—though that had its own kind of sick thrill.
“So soft,” I say to myself. “So warm.”
My fingers make wet sounds as I move them over her folds, making my cock strain against the waistband of my sweatpants.
I know I planned to take my time, but I can’t resist just a taste.
Quickly, I strip down and fist myself, squeezing out a drop of precum.
I press my cockhead against her pussy, smearing it over the soaked fabric of her panties.
Fuck, I can feel the heat of her cunt on my dick. My eyes roll back into my skull.
“Your pussy is calling out to me even while you sleep,” I say darkly, pumping my hips so the tip of my cock bumps against her clit. Basia arches slightly, her mouth falling open. “If the governor could see you now… Daddy’s little princess loves getting used like a slut.”
Lining my dick with her entrance over her panties, I start penetrating as far as they allow.
“Don’t you, baby?” I mock, enjoying the way her brow furrows.
I lift the elastic edge hugging her thighs enough to slip in.
As soon as her petal-soft skin meets mine, my balls jump, my asshole clenching.
Fuuuuuck. She turns me into a horny teenager with about as little control over my erections.
Still, I rut between her pussy and panties for a few minutes more, driving myself to the edge before stopping.
I’m still panting when I pull back and grab the edges of her underwear, carefully ripping them off her. Now I have room to play.
Let’s see… The rolling pin first. I selected it because it‘ll look nightmarishly large once the handle is inside her with the body sticking out.
“I almost wish you were awake for this,” I muse as I rub baby oil into the handle. Next, I pour some into my palm and bring it to her naked pussy. It lets me in so easily as she’s relaxed in her sleep, and I pump my fingers a few times, rubbing against her G-spot and making her breath catch.
A deep, guttural groan rises from my chest as I line the handle with her entrance. “God damn. I feel like I’m defiling an angel.”
I push it in, pumping a few times, then let it rest as far as it’ll go and grab my phone, snapping a few pictures from different angles for Basia to enjoy in the morning. She whimpers when I pull it out. Then I eye the deodorant and beer bottle.
The beer bottle’s neck is about as thick as the rolling pin’s handle. The bottom is obviously girthier, but…
I grab the deodorant and lube it up before rubbing it against her cunt.
“This should stretch you more, baby,” I croon, my free hand caressing her lower belly. Carefully, I press inside, enjoying the goosebumps rising up on her inner thighs.
I chuckle quietly. “Is that cold? I’m sorry,” I say insincerely.
“Mm, Caleb,” she mumbles, turning her head to the side as I fuck her with the smooth plastic.
“That’s right, darling,” I whisper, pressing deeper. “You know who you belong to, don’t you?”
After taking a couple of pictures, I pull the deodorant out and set it aside.
I take a deep breath and grab the beer bottle. Testing its weight, I toss it up in the air and catch it, all the while considering my next move.
My cock throbs at the thought of stretching her channel with the girthy bottom part. I picture the look on her face when I show her the pictures. She’d gasp with horror, her eyes would bug out. She’d be embarrassed, feel helpless, feel used… It’s exactly what she asked for, what she needs.
Decided, I pour more baby oil, getting it all over the bottle and adding a generous amount to her already-glistening cunt. I grab the bottle by the neck and press the bottom against her tunnel, already stretched by the deodorant and begging for more.
I stop breathing, watching enraptured as the first inch gets swallowed by her inner labia.
“Oh god,” Basia moans, her mouth falling open. But she doesn’t stiffen up, doesn’t wake up, or tell me to stop.
A third is inside her now, and I pull back a bit, just to watch her honey cling to the bottle. When I push back in, I admire the sight of her channel through the clear glass.
I pat the bed, looking for my phone, unwilling to tear my eyes away from the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen—and I’ve done scenes in BDSM clubs all over the world. A picture won’t do it this time, so I switch to video.
“Look at this, darling,” I tell future Basia once I start recording.
“Look at how this thick beer bottle is stretching your tight pussy.” I pan up to where she’s thrashing her head in her sleep, mumbling incoherently.
"Look how much you love it, my dirty girl, being fucked by a bottle while you’re out. ”
“Caleb,” she moans on cue, “don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, baby. You’re gonna come over this bottle, and then you’re going to take my cock and come all over it too.”
I record myself thrusting the beer bottle, deeper each time, until half of it disappears into her body.
“So fucking hot,” I grunt before ending the video. I need my hand free, need to make her come before my dick explodes just from playing with her like this.
One of my hands pumps and spins the bottle in her pussy, and with the fingers of the other, I press against her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts.
Basia’s breathing deepens, grows harsher, and so does mine, because, fuck, the sight of her pussy being stretched to its limits makes me ravenous. Soon she’s whimpering with every thrust, and I know she’s about to come for me.
“Go on, baby,” I order. “Let me see your pussy strangle this bottle as you come.”
“Ah!” she shouts, her back bowing off the bed. I press down on her hips to keep her in place, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of her inner muscles twitching around the bottle. Her orgasm comes in rhythmic waves, liquid dripping down the bottle and onto the mattress.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe, slowing my movements and easing her down.
Next time, I’m getting a tripod and recording. Fuck, I never want to forget this night.
I carefully pull the bottle out and place it aside. It’s time to fulfil the last sleepy wish my girl made before she nodded off. I grab the gas mask I’ve been using during my nightly visits from the nightstand and place it over my mouth, adjusting the straps in the back.
Basia wanted a masked stranger to come to her room at night and use her for his pleasure.
“Here I am, darling,” I say, my voice staticky and distorted. “Ready to make you my cumdump.”