The bottle is going to really go to work on her

Felicity allows her eyes to close once more as the bottle neck sits deep inside her. It’s a strange feeling as the bottle widens out and stops her pressing it deeper, but it’s not unpleasant. She holds the bottle there for a moment, just savouring having something filling her, but she knows she needs more than to just be filled.

Slowly she slides the bottle from within herself, the smooth glass gliding easily past her tight lips. She can feel her wetness smearing along the glass, and as she presses it back inside herself again, its passage is quicker, aided by the new lubrication she has applied to it. She repeats the operation, drawing it back until she can feel the bumps around the top of the bottle just at her opening, before thrusting it back inside herself. And each time she does, she is sure it goes just a little deeper, her pussy opening around it to allow the widening bottle to stretch her more.

She tries to imagine it is his cock penetrating her, but the feel is just so different her mind keeps telling her it is not him but a glass wine bottle. But his mere presence beside her, holding her as she fucks herself in this obscene way just because her told her too, makes it pleasurable for her, the very thought that he is getting aroused watching making her wetter and more determined to show him what she can do.

The next time she drives the bottle back into herself, she can’t help but let out a breathless moan as her body begins to react to the intrusion. And then it’s as if something inside her tells her she needs to cum for him, she needs this bottle to fuck her like the slut he has called her. She begins to drive it in and out with vigour, driving it as deep as she can, feeling herself tight around it as she takes it more and more.

With every thrust she lets out another moan, louder and more determined each time. Until as she forces the bottle deeper than it has been before, she cries out as she is pushed over the edge, her pussy suddenly clenching around the glass, squeezing it hard as her wetness flows over it.

“That’s it you dirty little girl, cum, you know you need to” he whispers to her, and she knows it is true, every word, that she is dirty, that she needs to cum. And cum she does, her hips lifting off the sofa, back arching, bottle driven deep between her thighs, her hands holding it in place as she cums all over it.