The housewife's box, part 4

"You are of course free to stand up and walk out of here at any point in time, but you choose to remain." The housewife's voice is measured, considered. "You could choose to stand up at any point in time as well, but you choose to remain bent over the couch." She walks around the couch as she continues to speak. "Is it because you like being put into your place?" She slips her hands up your skirt, and feels your ass. "Or is it because you desperately want a sexual encounter, just the same as I did, just moments ago." She squeezes your ass tightly, then lets go, and walks back around to the front of the couch. "I think it is the latter, but you can feel free to prove me wrong at any point in time." You know that she is correct. Your entire body is beginning to burn in expectancy, and you have the feeling that if you got up to leave, you'd collapse in frustration halfway down the sidewalk to the delivery truck.

The housewife squats and shuffles through the box of toys you just delivered her. Positioned as you are, you have an excellent view of her tits and her choice of objects that she removes from the box. First she pulls out a bottle of lubrication, then a string of beads. She stands back up and walks around behind you. She flips up your skirt, so it rests on your back, then sets down the bottle and the beads on your back as well. With light fingertips, she pulls your thong down off your ass, then down to the floor, where she helps you step out of it. Your exposed ass feels slightly chilled in the air. The housewife walks around to the front of the couch, and without a word, stuffs the thong into your open mouth. You have been soaking it with the juices of arousal, and it smells strongly of you. The scent and taste of it are at first overpowering, and you almost gag it out of your mouth, but you have a feeling such a reaction might elicit "punishment," so you hold it in.

She walks back around behind you, and grabs on to your left asscheek with one hand. She lays the other underneath and between your legs, her fingers flat against your mons. While her left hand grips your ass, her right rubs gently back and forth, her palm against your outer labia. You bite down on the thong in your mouth and between your teeth to keep from whimpering. Her hand slides a little further back, so that it is her fingers against your pussy lips, rubbing back and forth, her index and ring finger on the lips, and her middle finger just between them. In a fluid motion, as she pushes her hand back forward and downward, her middle finger, instead of rubbing just between your labia, curls up slightly, and plunges into your vagina. You can not help but moan in pleasure, and in response to that, the housewife mutters a "be quiet" and releases her grip on your asscheek just long enough to spank it, a quick, firm slap. You bite down harder on the thong and do your best not to moan, but her sliding hand, with two fingers massaging and one finger penetrating you, makes it very difficult, and the exertion causes you to tremble.

With her right hand still in motion, index and ring fingers gently opening and middle finger gently penetrating you, the housewife releases her grip on your ass with her left. You feel a weight removed from your back, and then the startling coldness of a liquid being poured on to your skin. You surmise that it is the lubrication that she removed from the box. The housewife pours a small stream of it on to you at the top of your asscrack, and you can feel it slowly trickle down between your asscheeks. The housewife's left hand returns to your ass, and with her fingertips she stops the lube from flowing all the way down to your pussy, spreading it instead on the inside of your cheeks and around your asshole. Her hand runs a little up your ass, and she places her thumb, now covered in the lube, against your asshole. She rubs around your asshole, not pushing in at all yet, but just massaging the hole briefly. The sensations of the dual massage are too much for you and you let out another pleasured groan. The response is a swift slap on your left asscheek, and you quickly bring yourself to a trembling silence. The housewife's thumb returns to your asshole, and this time she pushes it in, just sneaking past your sphincter. She again massages, slowly loosening the muscles normally meant to hold your ass closed. Eventually, she seems satisfied with the progress she has made, and she lifts the other weight from off your back.

You shudder as, instead of inserting just her middle finger, she slides in all three. At the same time, she slips an anal bead into your ass. In time to her hand thrusting, perhaps one bead to every three or four thrusts, the housewife continues to slip the anal beads into you, until you can feel the handle at the end of the strand against your ass cheeks. Their insertion in time with the hand thrusting, in addition to the odd sensation offered by the beads inside your rectum, heighten you close to orgasm. The housewife senses this, perhaps from your twitching vaginal walls, and immediately removes her fingers from you, leaving you suspended and short of an orgasm. You groan again, this time in frustration, and your reward is a series of spanking slaps on your ass. "I did not give you permission to make any sort of sound, much less a whine of that sort." The housewife's voice is somewhat mocking, though there is a note of sympathy in it. "You have brought this on yourself, you know." All you know is that your entire body is shaking with desire, and you are finding it difficult to keep your arms straight, suspending your torso parallel to the floor.

The housewife walks around the the front of the couch again, stuff the thong (which you have let slip slightly) fully back into your mouth, and then picks up 'The Sword.' She pulls the thong out of your mouth, immediately replacing the vacated space with the dildo. You begin to suck on the dildo, but are only able to lubricate the tip before the housewife pulls it out of your mouth, and shoves the wadded up thong back in. The housewife walks back around the couch, speaking softly as she goes. "I feel it is only fair to allow some form of additional lubrication for your poor little anus, but any lubrication for your little pussy should come from you. This dildo is big enough that I figured you would appreciate any help you could get." Arriving back at her original position, she spreads your labia wide with her left hand, and inserts the saliva-moistened tip of the dildo into your pussy. You hold your breath in anticipation of the insertion, but realize as it occurs that you are nowhere near prepared. The Sword cleaves into you, the housewife mercilessly pushing it in in one sustained thrust. You scream out in surprise and discomfort as the dildo makes room for itself inside you. "Oh, hush, you naughty little girl," the housewife snaps irritably. You hear her feet quickly circumnavigating the couch, leaving the dildo thrust inside you, and she rips the thong out of your mouth. "Clearly, that is not a suitable gag." You see her robe drop to the floor, and then feel her inserting the belt of it, a silken band of cloth, into your mouth. She walks back around behind you, and pulls back on the belt as if it were a bridle, snapping your head back.

"New rule -- make as much noise as you want, but the more noise you make, the more I reel you in." The housewife's voice is calm, but has a hard edge to it. Suddenly, without warning, the housewife begins to violently fuck you with the dildo. With the specially made grip, she can remove and plunge it back in faster than any pair of hips you've been previously privy to. You scream out in pain and pleasure, and the housewife yanks back on the belt, pulling your head further back, again muffling your moans. She fucks you with the dildo so quickly and roughly that it is almost unarousing. You try to beg with her to slow down, but she just laughs, and yanks your head back further with the belt. The sensation is so sharp and pressing that you can not believe you have not yet orgasmed, and you squirm, trying to free yourself from the ****, but with one of her legs pressed against yours, and your head snapped back the way it is, you can do little.

Eventually, mercifully, the orgasm crests, and as it does so, the housewife releases the belt, and with a final deep thrust of the dildo, she simulatneously begins to pull out the anal beads in a slow but steady stream. Each bead passing out of you intensifies your orgasm in a small but concrete step, ramping the orgasm up until you are screaming and **** for it to burn out. Still, though, the beads tick out of you, leaving you moaning and afraid, but intensely happy as well. As the last bead pops out, the housewife yanks out the dildo as well, leaving your insides feeling loose, and letting the orgasm subside.