Things Escalate

Another? Yeah, you're up for another. You're certainly wet enough.

You stand up, still a bit shaky, and **** a smile. "Yeah, Mike, I surrender. You got me. I take it you're in Gary's chat? Are we doing sixty-nine again?"

"Nope!" Mike answers. "We're doing anal. Bend over!"

Anal? Fuck! You've never had anal! And you'd sort of hoped to work up to it? Not just "Hi, bend over"?

"Want to do some foreplay first?" you ask hopefully. "I could suck your cock..."

Mike grabs you by the hair and wrestles you to the ground. You barely manage a startled shriek before you've got your face in the grass and your bare ass in the air.

Mike's hand on your neck presses your face into the ground. "This is your forfeit, Hazel," he tells you patiently. "When I tell you to bend over, you don't negotiate, you bend over. Say 'yes, sir'."

"Yes, sir!" you answer immediately.

"Good girl!" he tells you, and pleasure runs through you at the tiny bit of praise. New wetness mingles with the old. You realize that your body is actually really into this. You want to please this man.

A single well-lubed finger presses into your anus, startling a shriek out of you. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but it's a lot. The finger works in and out, slowly stretching your tight asshole. Your whole body tenses, then relaxes, then tenses again as a new wave of sensation washes over you. It's all you can do to keep quiet.

A second finger joins the first, wrenching moans out of you with each movement. It feels like your mind is melting under the sensation, turning into something less human, more primal. "Easy there, Hazel," he soothes you. "I'm going to let go of your neck now. Hold just there for me, there's a good girl..."

You let out a soft whimper as the fingers pull out of you. You were just getting used to that, and now it's gone? The whimper turns into a scream a moment later as his cock finally presses into you.

He fucks you, then. You can't tell if he's being rough or gentle; your mind has no space for anything but sensation. The sensation comes in waves; each one overwhelms you, but there's a pleasure in it, too. You're incredibly wet, and you can feel the moisture trickling down your leg.

It goes on and on and on, until you can barely think. And then it stops, and he pulls out, and you feel hot semen spurting across your back. He slaps your ass in a friendly gesture: "Good girl, Hazel. I'm off now. I'll leave you with your friend."

Blue's voice reaches you then: "Not so tough now, eh? Turtle slut."