Plump~7

“He was right about one thing,” Sir Michael crooned into her ear.

“What’s that?” she replied.

“You do have a fat ass.”

His laughter rumbled through his chest and into her back as he pressed against her.

“You…Bastard!” she growled.She wiggled her hands, bound in rough rope and hooked to the wall over her head. “If I had my hands…”

“…you’d use them to caress my rock hard cock?” he said, his voice teasing.

“Aren’t you funny. I just went through a traumatic experience you know.”

A hand stroked over the round globe of her ass, then slapped it firmly. She yelped, and then felt the weight of him lean against her. Her tits were mashed into the cold wall while her back was warmed by him. Her ass was hot in the spot where he’d struck her and she thought she could almost feel the outline of his hand on her bottom. She doubted she’d ever felt so safe, so cocooned by anyone as an adult. She liked it very much.

“Poor baby. I’ll just have to do my best to take your mind off of that, then.”

He pushed away from her, and she wondered what he’d do next. For a long moment there were only the sounds from others playing in the enormous room. The moans of the man not too far down the wall from where she was, the unmistakable snap of a whip, and the sudden shocking scream of a woman across the way. She shivered, and her pussy leapt to life.

His feet kicked between her ankles, spreading them.

“Wider.”

She shifted again. He wrapped something heavy around and around one ankle, something heavy and  cold. There was a metallic *click*, the sudden tightness that let her know she was “secured”.  He pushed the other leg away, still further. And again, until she thought she’d fall over or slip into the full splits if he tried for any more separation. She heard the clink of metal and deduced he was fixing a spreader bar to her. It was her ultimate fantasy–none of her other playmates had ever used one on her before.

“I smell something hot down here,” he said, his voice coming up from between her legs. She felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So turned on. It came on just like that, from fear to need. The scene out in the bar seemed eons ago rather than minutes. Time stood still when one was blindfolded, she knew.  The heavy chain was wrapped around her other ankle, once, twice, three times, before he secured that as well.

Then there was silence.

She wasn’t sure if he’d gotten up and moved away or if he was still crouched there, staring up at her crotch. Her face burst into a blush just supposing it. What a view! Who wanted to look up and see her big butt, her deep cleft, even her usually hidden rosebud? Now that she was spread almost uncomfortably wide, who knew what he could see?

What was he waiting for?

She wanted to squirm and wiggle, but she was afraid she’d slip and then what? She’d be hanging on the wall by her wrists? No, she’d be patient. Hopefully. She felt the barest touch against her pussy lip. Had she imagined it, wanting to be touched by him again? Without any preamble, something was jammed up into her pussy. She arched, moaning as his warm fingers diddled inside of her, fluttering against that spot, stretching her. Her hips swiveled as her legs were held wide by the heavy metal between her ankles. More, she wanted more. But there was just that shocking penetration, then that gentle fluttering. An ‘almost something serious’ followed by a tease.

“pleaseee” she moaned.

The fingers slipped from her yearning cunt,  rose up to fondle her crack. She felt his hands pinching then, then felt them separate her bottom, spreading her ass as wide as her thighs.

“Such a tight little asshole,” he murmured. “So soft and …vulnerable.”

The shiver of goosebumps exploded across her arms. His words were so wicked, so full of promise.

“It’ll hurt when I fuck your ass. My cock will fill you and make you cry. I won’t mind that.”

“You..you’re a sadist. But you’re different from .. him.”

“Pain, yes, danger, no. I’ll hurt you, even harm you. But I will not damage you. Nor break your bones. It’ll feel  like I’m breaking your ass when I fuck it.”

She snorted, half laughing, half nervous giggle.

“You …”

“You should know what lies ahead, don’t you think?”

“Maybe…not?”

“Aah, she wants the experience to explode over her, all unaware. Well, we can do it that way as well.”

He walked away. She heard his footfalls, and shivered anew. What the hell had she gotten herself into? And dear gods, when would he come back and fuck her??

 

 

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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3 Responses to Plump~7

  1. You have my attention. Just the story this old guy needed. Tip

  2. Pingback: Plump~8 | Vanillamom's Blog

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