Chapter 2 #2
"So you've already come once, Abby, you naughty girl," he murmurs as he strokes his cock in and out of me.
He lifts his hand and smacks my pussy as he withdraws, his fingertips catching my clit and making me jump as the pleasure and pain zing through my whole body.
The little bud felt like it swelled under the impact, begging for more.
Then he thrust back in, his cock pressing against my g-spot before his body slams into me, balls slapping against the base of the plug, his pubic bone grinding my swollen, sensitive clit.
"But I want you to be even naughtier. I want you to come again, all over my cock.
I think I like the idea of you creaming yourself while I fuck you, knowing that you don't have permission. "
"Oh no, please, Sir," I beg, even though my body is already responding, both to his fucking and to his words.
He’s a bolder kind of stranger than I’m used to, and one whom obviously enjoys making my task impossible.
I have no doubt that he will give my Master a full report about my transgressions, even if I try to hide them.
Like my Master enjoys knowing that I wouldn't fuck these men if he didn't want it, Derrick obviously enjoys knowing that I will be punished for orgasming.
I, however, am hoping to keep my punishment and my guilt at a minimum.
The idea that Derrick takes this as a challenge almost undoes me.
"Oh yes, sweet Abby," he says, slapping my clit again and making me jerk.
His hips begin to move faster, harder, fucking me more roughly, more passionately.
I pinch my nipples, gasping, trying to distract myself by playing with my breasts.
It works to an extent, but the bite of pain also increases my pleasure.
"Sean and I talked a lot before this appointment.
He told me he likes it when you're naughty, so that he can be very rough on you when you get home.
He said you don't like to be naughty though.
He said he'd help me out and get you all worked up before you came here, so that I could get at least two orgasms out of you. "
His fingers snap against my clit, and I swallow a scream, fighting against my impeding orgasm with all my might, completely aroused by the invocation of my Master's name and his presence between Dr. Derrick and me.
"He wants to cane you. One stroke of the cane for each orgasm."
Instead of punctuating his words with another spank to my clit, which I was expecting, he suddenly pulls out almost completely and then thrusts in hard and fast, his cock scraping over my g-spot.
My swollen clit is trapped between our bodies when he bottoms out and circles his hips, grinding my sensitive flesh against his hard frame.
I scream in ecstasy as the orgasm rolls over me, unable to stop it between hearing Master's plans for me and Derrick's expert fucking.
He never stops moving, his cock filling me completely, his body rubbing my clit and lips, his hands holding me down as securely as any rope could.
I throb around him, clenching and shuddering, riding out my pleasure as he wrings it from me like the expert Dominant he obviously is.
The orgasm slows but doesn’t quite fade, my body feeling sensitive to the touch.
I open my eyes and look up to see him almost braced.
Tension radiates in every line of his body, his jaw clenched, and he’s hot and hard inside me—he’s keeping himself from coming.
Because he doesn’t want this to be over yet.
In that moment, I realize that he’s aiming for more than two orgasms, and I whimper. My pussy clenches around him, a lame attempt to make him come. Immediately, he withdraws, leaving me feeling both sore and satisfied.
Looking down at me, he chuckles. "Such a naughty girl, but I'm not planning on coming in your pussy. Sean very specifically requested that I come in this beautiful ass." His fingers find the base of the plug and pull.
I moan as he tugs it out of my tight little hole.
Master had been the first man inside my ass and this will only be the second time another man takes me there.
The first without Master's presence. Carefully, Derrick sets the plug on the table beside us, the tip pointing toward the ceiling, balanced on its flat base.
Then he presses his cock, slick with my juices, against my ass and begins to slowly press in.
He moves much more slowly than he had into my pussy, making me feel every millimeter of his cock as it advances into my most intimate hole.
"Keep playing with those pretty tits," he whispers, holding my gaze with his own as his cock sinks deeper into my ass. "Or I'll order you to play with your pussy instead."
Immediately I start pinching and rolling my nipples again.
They’re getting sore, but if I have to play with my pussy there’s no way I’ll be able to keep from coming again.
Not while my body is so sensitized after two orgasms. This way I have hope that maybe Derrick will just fuck my ass and not be able to bring me over again.
I bite my lip as my tiny hole stretches, burning slightly as its dimensions are tested by his thick rod.
It feels like steel sliding up my backside, he’s so hard.
It gives me hope that he won’t be able to hold out much longer.
That he won’t be able to make me come again.
I shouldn't have bothered to hope. Derrick has already figured out what my kinks are.
"Fuck, you have the tightest little ass... Was your Master the first to take you here?"
My body spasms. "Yes, Sir."
"Lucky man." He groans as my ass swallows him to the hilt and my sphincter instinctively tightens around him. "Do you like taking strangers up the ass, Abby?"
"You're the second," I say, my voice trembling slightly. My tight hole burns and spasms, clenching around him.
"But do you like it?"
"I like whatever my Master likes," I whisper, shivering as he begins to back out. He pulls out halfway and then thrusts in again, taking it nice and slow the way he did with my pussy. But I don’t want slow.
"I will like telling him about what you do to me, how it feels to have your cock in my ass.
The way it burns and fills me, and how my pussy feels strangely empty.
" I leave out the fact that I will also tell my Master that it's always better with him, that giving myself to Derrick only reaffirms my love for my Master. I’m hoping that Derrick likes to hear dirty talk as much as he likes to indulge in it.
My supposition is rewarded when he starts fucking my ass faster, and soon he’s the one breathing in heavy pants...
but I shouldn't have underestimated him. His hand moves between my legs, and instead of smacking my swollen clit, he pinches the tender bud, rubbing it between his fingers. Such direct stimulation is almost too much and I cry out, but he doesn’t stop.
"Naughty girl," he accuses. "You want me to come in your ass before I can make you orgasm again, don't you?
Do you know what's going to happen when I come?
I'm going to fill your ass up with my jizz, and then I'm going to slide this butt plug back into place, just like your Master asked me to.
He wants you to have an ass full of another man's cum while you tell him all about how you fucked a stranger today, while he punishes you for getting off without permission.
Your tight little hole is going to be full of my cum when he canes you three times. "
I cry out, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts as he pounds into my ass, fucking it harder than he had my pussy, his fingers relentless on my clit. I’m lost in a haze as the images fill my mind, wondering if he spoke the truth.
"And then he's going to take out the plug and he's going to fuck your ass, using my jizz as his lube."
"Please!" I scream, trying to twist away, but he just fucks me harder, his fingers rubbing over my clit.
I have my most intense orgasm yet, probably the most intense orgasm I've had with a man that wasn’t Master.
It swamps me, throbbing through me, and magnifies when I feel him coming, pulsing inside my ass and filling me with his cream.
As soon as the last spurt of his cum is drained from his cock and sucked into my spasming rectum, he pulls out and turns me onto my stomach, pushing the plug back into my clenching anus.
I have no idea if I made any noise or not, because I’m so far gone.
I’d thought that the massage had made me feel limp, but it was nothing compared to how I feel now.
I’m vaguely aware of Derrick wrapping me up in the sheet and getting me a glass of water, before he sits on the bench with me on his lap, still curled up in the sheet.
He lifts the water to my lips, ordering me to drink, and I do.
We stay that way until my Master arrives.
I hang my head while Dr. Derrick informs him that I was a very naughty girl, three times.
Master chuckles and clicks his tongue as he cradles me in his arms, before telling Derrick that I'll be thoroughly punished and apologizing for sending such an untrained sub.
Derrick responds that he'd be happy for another visit from me any time.
So far Master has never sent me back to the same man twice. He likes knowing the men, but having them be a stranger to me. But he doesn’t tell Derrick that it wouldn’t happen, so who knows.
Then Master carries me out, bundled tightly in his arms. In the car, he plies me with more water until I start to look a little less dazed.
He starts the car, but before he leaves the lot, he reaches over and rests his hand on my knee. “I heard you were a very naughty girl today, coming three times.” A smug smile curves his lips. “You know what that means.”
I do. And I can’t wait.
The End