Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) by Vanessa Vale Page B
Authors: Vanessa Vale
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breasts as I stared down at myself. The metal was like a little frame. With my nipple caught in the outer ring, the object was firm against my breast. They weren't going anywhere, especially with my hands pinned down.
"How's that, baby?" His emerald gaze met mine, questioning.
"It's...oh...um--"
"This is a normal reaction. You might want to check her pussy. Some women can come from this alone."
"Like Maura," Sam replied.
"Exactly. Grant's wife can come from this. In fact, she can only come when her nipples are being worked."
Mr. Bridger knelt down and reached his hand beneath my skirt and between my thighs. I felt his fingers slipping through my wetness and I cried out. He looked up at Doctor Graham. "She's slick all right, but then again, I filled her up pretty good."
I started to rock my hips into his touch. I couldn't help it. I was insatiable even though I'd just come twice. "Mr. Bridger. Oh, please, may I come?"
"That's my good girl. Asking for your pleasure like that. Yes, I'll give you your pleasure." He worked several fingers up into me while his thumb rubbed over my clit. "Doc, she's very greedy. Looks like I'm going to need you to get the stable all fixed up for her right away."
I gripped my skirt. With my hands bound at my sides, I could do nothing but ride Mr. Bridger's fingers. It felt so good and my pleasure built so fast. I was going to come any moment.
"Looks like it. I'll go do that now. Alternate wearing the trainers and leaving them off every few hours and overnight. Work up to all day long. There are other ways to stretch them, like weights, but we'll work up to that. I'll check back soon."
I didn't care about my nipples, although just the feel of them, painfully taut, had me on the brink.
With a tip of his hat, Doctor Graham grabbed his bag and walked off in the direction of the stable.
"Now, Devney," Mr. Bridger commanded.
So I obeyed. I came with my back against the hitching rail, my husband kneeling at my feet, my nipples stretched taut and exposed. I couldn't help it. I couldn't control it. It was all my husband's choice.
***
After I recovered from my pleasure, he undid his belt and gently massaged each of my arms, kissing me gently. We ate a simple lunch with Jake and Catherine. As I ate my meal--leaning forward with tall posture so that I wasn't pressing on the large plug--I realized it was just like my nipples. They were throbbing now, the constant tug just as much a distraction as the large plug in my ass. I couldn't help they were so flat, so Sam had to help me stretch them by using the nipple trainers.
We left the other couple behind and went to the stable; Sam had work to do. As for Jake, he and Catherine might be fucking for hours. The building was large, with a sliding door at the long end that opened into a large room. Down the center beyond that was a long aisle with stalls on either side. Windows made the space bright, and it smelled of fresh cut hay and the earthy scent of horses.
Leaning his back against a near stall was a tall man, clearly the third Bridger brother. His arms were stretched out across the top of a stall's half door, his relaxed body in the shape of a T. At his feet knelt a woman, dressed in a simple skirt and the same revealing blouse as mine, although her breasts were incredibly large. Her nipples were engorged and long; now I could see what was wrong with mine. Her face right was at the level of his body with his...oh! She had his cock in her mouth. I didn't even know such a thing was possible.
The man just gave a slight nod of his head in recognition of our presence and clearly was enjoying what was being done to him. When the woman realized she was being watched, she pulled away, her eyes wide and her cheeks heated in with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The man's cock was as large as Mr. Bridger's, all slick with saliva from the woman's mouth and an angry plum color, right next to her swollen lips.
"Don't stop, darlin'," the man said, his
"How's that, baby?" His emerald gaze met mine, questioning.
"It's...oh...um--"
"This is a normal reaction. You might want to check her pussy. Some women can come from this alone."
"Like Maura," Sam replied.
"Exactly. Grant's wife can come from this. In fact, she can only come when her nipples are being worked."
Mr. Bridger knelt down and reached his hand beneath my skirt and between my thighs. I felt his fingers slipping through my wetness and I cried out. He looked up at Doctor Graham. "She's slick all right, but then again, I filled her up pretty good."
I started to rock my hips into his touch. I couldn't help it. I was insatiable even though I'd just come twice. "Mr. Bridger. Oh, please, may I come?"
"That's my good girl. Asking for your pleasure like that. Yes, I'll give you your pleasure." He worked several fingers up into me while his thumb rubbed over my clit. "Doc, she's very greedy. Looks like I'm going to need you to get the stable all fixed up for her right away."
I gripped my skirt. With my hands bound at my sides, I could do nothing but ride Mr. Bridger's fingers. It felt so good and my pleasure built so fast. I was going to come any moment.
"Looks like it. I'll go do that now. Alternate wearing the trainers and leaving them off every few hours and overnight. Work up to all day long. There are other ways to stretch them, like weights, but we'll work up to that. I'll check back soon."
I didn't care about my nipples, although just the feel of them, painfully taut, had me on the brink.
With a tip of his hat, Doctor Graham grabbed his bag and walked off in the direction of the stable.
"Now, Devney," Mr. Bridger commanded.
So I obeyed. I came with my back against the hitching rail, my husband kneeling at my feet, my nipples stretched taut and exposed. I couldn't help it. I couldn't control it. It was all my husband's choice.
***
After I recovered from my pleasure, he undid his belt and gently massaged each of my arms, kissing me gently. We ate a simple lunch with Jake and Catherine. As I ate my meal--leaning forward with tall posture so that I wasn't pressing on the large plug--I realized it was just like my nipples. They were throbbing now, the constant tug just as much a distraction as the large plug in my ass. I couldn't help they were so flat, so Sam had to help me stretch them by using the nipple trainers.
We left the other couple behind and went to the stable; Sam had work to do. As for Jake, he and Catherine might be fucking for hours. The building was large, with a sliding door at the long end that opened into a large room. Down the center beyond that was a long aisle with stalls on either side. Windows made the space bright, and it smelled of fresh cut hay and the earthy scent of horses.
Leaning his back against a near stall was a tall man, clearly the third Bridger brother. His arms were stretched out across the top of a stall's half door, his relaxed body in the shape of a T. At his feet knelt a woman, dressed in a simple skirt and the same revealing blouse as mine, although her breasts were incredibly large. Her nipples were engorged and long; now I could see what was wrong with mine. Her face right was at the level of his body with his...oh! She had his cock in her mouth. I didn't even know such a thing was possible.
The man just gave a slight nod of his head in recognition of our presence and clearly was enjoying what was being done to him. When the woman realized she was being watched, she pulled away, her eyes wide and her cheeks heated in with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The man's cock was as large as Mr. Bridger's, all slick with saliva from the woman's mouth and an angry plum color, right next to her swollen lips.
"Don't stop, darlin'," the man said, his
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