Station 4: Her ass gets stretched + a surprise

Sarah’s heart was pounding so loudly that it was ringing in her ears. She was still strapped down, her legs spread wide, almost painfully so, the leather straps around her thighs and calves unyielding. Her pussy pulsed, open and wet in the cold air, her clit swollen and sensitive, but the men had stopped again – just as she’d felt the orgasm clenching deep within her womb.

She couldn’t stop trembling.

“Please…,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice broken from all the begging. “I… I need it…”

Marc knelt between her wide-spread legs. She saw everything in the mirrors on the ceiling: her own face, red and tear-stained, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy. And she saw him applying a thick, shiny lubricant to a medium-sized, black anal dildo – not huge, but significantly thicker and longer than any finger she’d ever felt inside her. Timo held her buttocks apart gently but firmly, so that her little, pink arsehole was completely exposed.

“Take it easy, princess,” Marc murmured in a warm voice. “We’re just preparing you slowly. This needs to glide well… for later.”

Sarah held her breath as she felt the cool, slippery tip of the dildo against her tight entrance. At first just circling, pressing gently. Her sphincter clenched instinctively.

“Relax,” whispered Timo, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Breathe out deeply.”

She tried. A long, trembling breath. And then Marc pushed slowly, very slowly.

The sensation was… overwhelming.

First, a strong, burning pressure. Her arsehole stretched, reluctantly, to accommodate the thick tip. Sarah gasped loudly, her eyes wide open. It was so much more than a finger. The dildo was hard, unyielding, smooth and yet so foreign. She felt every millimetre, how her sphincter had to stretch, how it closed around the thicker part and then gave way a little more.

“Oh God… it’s… it’s too thick…,” she moaned, her voice high and shaky.

But Marc didn’t stop. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pushed the dildo deeper. Inch by inch. Sarah felt her insides opening up, the walls of her arsehole closing around the foreign object – tight, hot, pulsing. A deep, full sensation spread through her lower abdomen, something she had never felt before. Not painful, not really, but so intense, so strange, that her whole body began to vibrate.

Her pussy clenched spasmodically, even though no one was touching her. A thick drop of her own wetness oozed out and ran over her already stretched arsehole, mixing with the lube.

“Can you feel that?” Marc asked softly, turning the dildo ever so gently, just a few degrees. “How it fills you up? That’s just the start, baby.”

Sarah whimpered. Yes, she could feel it. Every time he pushed it a little deeper, she felt a hot tugging, a tingling that spread right into her stomach. Her arsehole burned slightly, but it was a good kind of burn – a burn that was slowly turning into something else. Into a deep, forbidden sensation of pleasure. The dildo filled her out, pressing against places inside her she hadn’t known were so sensitive. Every little movement made her flinch, made her clit throb as if it were directly connected to it.

Timo gently stroked her swollen labia, without touching her clit. “Look how wet you’re getting. Your arsehole’s already sucking right onto the dildo.”

Sarah closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame. She was so exposed. So helpless. Strapped down, her legs spread like a doll’s, and now, for the first time, she had something real in her arse – something that stretched her, that filled her, that slid in and out with every slow movement, pulling her deeper and deeper into this new, strange pleasure.

Marc began to fuck the dildo very slowly now – just a few centimetres, in and out, always with plenty of lube, always careful, but relentless. Every time he pulled it out, Sarah felt her sphincter clench and then give way again. Every time he pushed it back in, she felt that deep, full tingling that made her whole lower body tremble.

She was so close. Again. Her body was shaking, her pussy was cramping empty, her arsehole was pulsing around the thick dildo.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… let me come… I can’t take any more… it feels so… so full… so good…”

But the men just smiled gently and carried on – slowly, lovingly, mercilessly. The dildo slid deeper, stretching her further, preparing her for what was yet to come.

And Sarah could only whimper and tremble, feeling her body surrender completely to this new, forbidden sensation.

Sarah’s breath came in gasps, her entire lower body vibrating around the thick, black dildo, which was already halfway up her arse. Every tiny movement Marc made made her feel her sphincter stretching, the smooth, hard shape filling her, a strange, forbidden weight pressing deep inside her and against her inner walls. Her pussy was dripping uncontrollably, her labia swollen and parted, her clit throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. She’d been so close – yet again.

Then there was a sudden, loud, insistent knock at the door.

Sarah froze. Her head jerked up, as far as the leather straps would allow. “No…,” she whispered in panic, her voice nothing but a hoarse croak.

Timo smiled reassuringly at her, as if nothing were amiss. “Room service, baby. Just a moment.” He walked to the door without pulling the dildo out even a millimetre. Marc remained standing between her wide-spread legs, one hand resting loosely on her glowing, red arse, the other holding the dildo firmly in place.

The door opened.

A man in his mid-forties stepped in – standard hotel room service, white shirt, black trousers, a tray with three bottles of water in his hand. His gaze fell immediately on her. On Sarah. Naked. Fixed. Legs spread as wide as they would go. Her dripping, open cunt right in his line of sight. And the thick dildo, half-buried in her arse. Sarah wanted to die. Her face burst into a burning heat. She instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, but the straps held them wide open. The dildo in her arse twitched slightly as she tensed, and a soft, tell-tale smacking sound could be heard. She felt a fresh drop of her own wetness run from her pussy and slowly trickle down her already stretched arsehole, right in front of the stranger’s eyes.

“Come in, mate,” said Timo cheerfully, closing the door behind the man. “Have a good look at our little princess. She’s having a special evening today. Everything open, everything on display.”

Marc slowly turned the dildo a quarter turn in her arse, as if to show it off. “Look how nicely we’ve stretched her out already. Her little rosebud’s really sucking on that thing.”

The room service man set down the tray without taking his eyes off her. His eyes wandered slowly over her gleaming breasts, the hard, rough nipples, her wide-spread thighs, her dripping slit and the dildo stuck deep in her arse. He smiled slightly, almost appreciatively.

Sarah’s shame was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe. Every inch of her skin was burning. She felt like a sex toy on display – naked, helpless, legs spread, a stranger’s cock substitute in her arse, whilst a complete stranger calmly observed her. Her cunt visibly tightened, another drop trickling out. She wanted to sink into the floor, yet at the same time the humiliation pulsed straight into her clit.

Timo stepped up beside her, stroked her cheek tenderly and then said very calmly: “Sarah… you did say you’d pay for everything. Didn’t you? For the suite, for us, for the whole service.”

Sarah blinked in confusion. Her mind was reeling. “I… I… what?” Her voice was nothing more than a thin squeak. “But I… I’ve got nothing with me… my bag… my dress… everything’s down at the bar… I’m naked… how am I supposed to…”

Marc’s expression suddenly darkened. Timo raised his eyebrows. The two waiters – who’d been so affectionate and patient just a moment ago – now looked genuinely pissed off.

“Excuse me?” said Marc in a dangerously calm voice. “You book the most expensive room, let us pamper you for hours, let us stretch your arse… and then you don’t have a tip for room service? You don’t treat service staff like that, sweetheart. That’s just outrageous.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. “But… but I… I didn’t mean to… I really don’t have any money here… please…”

Timo shook his head. “Outrageous. Just like that. No tip.”

And then his large, flat hand smacked down with full **** on her already bright red, oil-glistening arse.

*SMACK!*

The blow was hard. Much harder than the light slaps from earlier. Sarah screamed, her whole body rearing up in its restraints. The burning pain exploded on her right buttock, spreading like a searing heat. At the same time, the shock of the blow pushed the dildo a little deeper into her arse, stretching her suddenly tighter, making her moan – a sound that was half a cry of pain, half a whimper of pleasure.

Her arse felt as if it were on fire. The skin was surely bright red by now. The dildo in her hole pulsed with the blow, pressing against her inner walls, and her pussy contracted so violently that a whole gush of her wetness ran out and dripped onto the chair.

The room service man grinned broadly.