RO Day 11 - Olivia is in charge

“We just need you relaxed,” she says from behind you. You look back at her. She’s going to put that thing in you.

You’re gasping for breath, but you are relaxed. You feel like you just shot out all your life **** in her mouth. There’s no tension in you.

“Just like this,” she says.

You look over your shoulder at her worriedly.

She sees you watching her. “Stop being so cute. Mwah. Mwah.” She plants little kisses on your buttock.

“Oh my god. You’re so weird,” you laugh.

“You’re the one walking around with a gallon of jizz ready to go,” she replies lightly, squeezing generous dollops of lube into her hand.

“I don’t usually shoot that much,” you reply, embarrassed. There was something about having your butt played with that made your cock… loosen up somehow.

“Sure, baby.” Her fingers are back, and this time they’re all slippery.

“Oh boy,” you say, going back to staring at the sheets. You’re already getting hard again.

She pushes her middle finger deep inside you, determines that you’re ready, and tries with the toy.

“Breathing, breathing,” Olivia says soothingly. You breathe. For a second the feeling worries you, but then suddenly it’s in, all at once. You gasp and flinch, but it’s there.

“Oh man,” you say.

“Oh yeah,” Olivia says, giving your ass a smack. That makes you tighten up, only now you are tightening up on a rigid object. Your breath catches and your cock gets harder. The thing isn’t that big, but it feels huge.

You can’t ignore her fingers, either. She’s touching the base of the toy.

“What are you doing?”

“Gotta find the spot,” she says, moving it.

“Oh jeez!” you shout.

“Found it,” she replies smugly.

“Ohh…” You lower your front to the covers, leaving your ass where it is. That took your breath away.

“Oh, look at this little guy,” Olivia says, her hand circling your body to touch your dangling cock. It’s dripping precum on the sheets, and she presses her finger against the head, smearing it. “He’s excited.”

She does something with the toy again and you moan, a slutty, uninhibited moan that you don’t usually do.

“Oh yeah,” Olivia says, pleased. “I knew it.” She puts her hand on the base of the toy and pushes. Your body reacts as though you’re being fucked from behind.

“Ah!” More precum dribbles onto the sheets.

“You’re so messy.” She slips her head underneath you and wraps her lips around your cock, sucking, but just for a second. “You’re twitching back here. Your little booty’s twitching,” she tells you.

“Do you have to?” you demand, your face burning.

“Come on,” Olivia says, putting her hands on your ass cheeks and squeezing them, raking her nails across them. “You like it.”

You are about to say something, but she turns the massager on.

“Eeep,” you squealy, pushing your face into the sheets as it buzzes inside you.

“That’s it,” Olivia says, getting behind you and reaching around to get her hand on your cock. “Squeeze it.”

Like you can help it. She barely starts to stroke the shaft before you bite the sheets with tears in your ears and spray cum all over the covers.