“Do you think you can get it into your throat?” I asked. “You have to line up the tip carefully, and swallow.” I was brushing my finger back and forth slowly over her hole, getting it good and wet, and I wouldn’t have blamed her if she wasn’t listening, but after a second, she nodded and just went for it.
Her first attempt wasn’t perfect; she made a choking noise, then pulled back to breath, but she didn’t pull all the way off. She went in again, and this time I watched as she swallowed the plastic cock just a little bit deeper, her throat working as she swallowed repeatedly on the intrusion.
I pressed my finger inside of her up to the first knuckle, and she made another choking noise. Her body shifted, trying to drive back, to take more, and I grabbed her hip hard with my other hand to keep her in place. “The deeper that toy goes, the deeper I go.”
I wasn’t sure she understood me the first time–she was shuddering against me, her hips rolling helplessly, pulling off the toy to try and catch a breath–so I repeated the words a second time, and that time, she nodded. She took a few seconds to breath, though. I left my finger in her, just barely breaching her, and felt how the walls of her cunt shuddered and gathered around me.
Out of curiosity, I took the quiet moment to ask, “have you fingered yourself before? Like this?” She glanced back at me, her gaze hazy with arousal and submission, and nodded. “Did it feel as good as this?” She shook her head emphatically, and I laughed. “That’s why we keep your hands in mittens, pet. I’ll handle the touching from now on.”
She shivered and nodded, her hips shifting again against my grip–not on purpose, I think; she just wasn’t aware of what her body was doing any more–and then I directed her attention back to the toy, and she moaned and then took it into her mouth again and bowed her back as she did, both giving herself a better angle on the dildo and presenting herself more thoroughly to me. I made a sound of appreciation and shifted my finger inside of her, and she shuddered, and then started swallowing the dildo down again.
It was an imprecise art. I couldn’t easily measure how deep she was getting the dildo in her throat, especially not from the angle I had behind her, but I watched it disappear into her mouth one quarter-inch at a time, slow and steady as she fought her gag reflex, and I eased my finger slowly into her hungry hole in tandem.
She couldn’t get the whole thing down, of course. I didn’t really expect her to, not on a first try, but she got much further than I expected before she finally had to pull off, whimpering and swallowing.
“That’s good,” I murmured, “look at that, look at how well you did, pet.” I left my finger in her as I leaned over to swipe my hand across the toy, and then across her face, collecting her spit, grabbing her cheeks until she panted against my palm. Then I shoved my finger into her as deep as I could, swirling it and pressing into the clenching walls of her cunt, and she came, sobbing wetly into one of my hands as she ground her hips down into the other one, her whole body twitching.
When she finished, though, she didn’t stop; there was still a tightness in her, a frantic energy in how her hips moved against me, and I wasn’t surprised. One finger wasn’t very much, not after how long I’d let her stew for.
But that was fine, because I was hard again.
I pulled my finger out and she mewled, then yelped as I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her up onto the bed. I positioned her on one of the corners intentionally, and she gasped as the edge of the mattress pressed up against her clit, and then let out a full-throated bawl as I pressed my cock into her. It was a hard, fast fuck, not something I’d usually have thought a virgin could take, but she was wet and writhing for it, her feet scrambling and flailing on either side of mine like she wanted to wrap her legs around my waist but couldn’t since I had her face-down. Her mittens pawed uselessly at the bed, pulling my sheets into disarray, and then she wailed as she came a second time, her whole body shaking like an earthquake.
I groaned and leaned in and bit the plump flesh of her shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to get another wordless, shattered noise from her, enough to leave a bruise on her lovely flesh, then I turned my face in to growl in her ear. “This–is what it feels like when I fuck you. This–is what you were made for. Are you still afraid?”
She shook her head frantically, letting out little grunts as I fucked her harder, driving the air out of her lungs. I knotted my hand in her hair and pulled her head back, and then ground deep into her, pressing her trapped clit against the bed again as I mouthed at her throat, forcing a third orgasm out of her; this one was nearly silent, her body shivering and shaking as she clenched around me and dragged me over the precipice with her until I spilled inside of her, muffling the noise I made against the flesh of her throat.
I didn’t black out. She did, I think; she went limp under me once the fucking stopped, her breathing deep, whistling a little through her nose where it was pressed into the covers. I was wrung-out, though, shaky on my feet, and I stayed where I was for several long moments. It was deeply intimate: having her underneath me, unconscious, helpless, and feeling the aftershocks twitching through her, not just where our bodies were pressed together but where I still rested inside of her, my cock slowly softening.
It gave me visions of staying inside of her, waiting until I got hard again, waking her with another hard thrust.
But I didn’t have the stamina for that; I was spent.
When I pulled out of her, she finally stirred, moaning quietly into the sheets. One of her legs moved jerkily like she was trying to get the leverage to hold herself up. I simply wrapped my arms under her hips and lifted her, pushing her the rest of the way onto the bed, and then climbed in next to her.
She wasn’t shy about getting close to me now. She pressed in close, moulding our bodies together, and then looked around, her eyes big. I smirked. “Not used to being on the furniture, hmm?” She shook her head, and I brushed my fingers through my hair, untangling the long, dark locks where I’d knotted my fingers in it earlier. “You’re allowed on the bed for special occasions.”
She wiggled even closer at that, and then squirmed and made a face that had me laughing again–it was the sensation of my come dripping out of her, I think. I reached down to palm her sloppy, fucked-out cunt, smearing a sticky mix of our fluids across her skin, and her whole body shivered against mine. “We’ll get you a bath soon. Settle down,” I told her. Then, “I think maybe we’ll be keeping the mittens on from now on.
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