them beside the leather bonds. Taking his time, Garrick fastened each cuff into place and then leaned down to tighten the chains so my hands were drawn to the edge of the mattress on both sides, pinioning me, but not uncomfortably. Again, he leaned over and withdrew an object from the bag. This time it was a polished cherry wood box, a little wider than it was long and about half as thick.
“Garrick.” I moaned, my imagination conjuring lurid images of various torture devices.
Astonishingly, instead of growing apprehensive, the anxiety fueled my arousal. I could feel my sheath spasm in anticipation, and the moist fluid seep from the spread lips, trickling into the seam between my buttocks, pooling around the puckered opening. My breasts thrust into the air as I squirmed on the bed.
A devious chuckle slipped past his lips as he set the box on the bed beside my head, his long, lean body caressing mine as he slipped the latch free and eased the lid up. Nestled in black velvet lay four of the most massive cocks I’d ever seen.
“I’ve been wondering, Gina, ever since I was here last…” Garrick’s voice whispered over my straining breasts.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from the lifelike models beside me, while the rustle of foil and the snap of latex announced his presence of mind to don protection.
“Just how much cock…” He reached into the box and withdrew the first device, the smallest of the four. “…you can handle.”
The fake cock was huge, or so it appeared as he smoothed it over my cheek and around my parted lips. Easily three inches in diameter and seven inches in length, the prosthetic was a vibrant red, with raised veins along its length and a smaller handgrip at the base. A 70 Qwillia Rain
rounded head gave it the appearance of a man’s member, and the uniform width and color added to the design.
Dipping his fingers between my thighs, he teased the aching channel, coaxing more fluids to spill free, coating his fingers. Smoothing the replica down my torso to the spread folds of flesh between my thighs, he eased his wet fingers free and smeared my juices over the toy before slipping the tip into the wet opening of my pussy. He plied the dildo with phenomenal expertise, pushing the textured dildo to its full length within my clamoring sheath. Between the cheeks of my ass, he eased his cock in and out of the moist crevice, pausing to probe the tight whole as he pumped into me with the prosthetic.
“That looks good, baby.” He moaned as my hips pulsed upward, striving to hold the toy tight within me. “You take that so good. I want to see if you can take more.”
Pulling the toy from me, he laughed at my cry of protest, but he was quick to fill my depths with the hot, hard length of his own body. Placing the toy aside on the bed beside me, he rocked his cock deep within me, reaching farther than the toy had. My hands pulled at their bonds, but the leather and chains held tight.
A rustling by my ear told me he was selecting a second toy. Lifting heavy lids, I gasped at the second selection. This plastic column was longer and definitely not based on human proportions. At the pointed tip, it was easily two and a half inches wide, but as I viewed the rest of the shaft, I realized it grew wider as it grew longer. This toy was at least eight inches long, but at the base, it was easily four inches thick. The slick sides and cherry red color reminded me of a dog cock. Meeting Garrick’s grinning countenance, I realized he knew what I was thinking, or could at least guess.
“I thought I’d see if you liked taking Jackson. He was my brother’s Bull Mastiff.” His hand slipped between my thighs, swiftly replacing his withdrawn cock with that of the replica of a dog’s.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
71
Feeling the thick base press the opening of my pussy wide, I lunged against my bindings and lurched upward, my hips pulsing in time with the powerful thrusting of Garrick’s toy.
“I wonder if it
“Garrick.” I moaned, my imagination conjuring lurid images of various torture devices.
Astonishingly, instead of growing apprehensive, the anxiety fueled my arousal. I could feel my sheath spasm in anticipation, and the moist fluid seep from the spread lips, trickling into the seam between my buttocks, pooling around the puckered opening. My breasts thrust into the air as I squirmed on the bed.
A devious chuckle slipped past his lips as he set the box on the bed beside my head, his long, lean body caressing mine as he slipped the latch free and eased the lid up. Nestled in black velvet lay four of the most massive cocks I’d ever seen.
“I’ve been wondering, Gina, ever since I was here last…” Garrick’s voice whispered over my straining breasts.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from the lifelike models beside me, while the rustle of foil and the snap of latex announced his presence of mind to don protection.
“Just how much cock…” He reached into the box and withdrew the first device, the smallest of the four. “…you can handle.”
The fake cock was huge, or so it appeared as he smoothed it over my cheek and around my parted lips. Easily three inches in diameter and seven inches in length, the prosthetic was a vibrant red, with raised veins along its length and a smaller handgrip at the base. A 70 Qwillia Rain
rounded head gave it the appearance of a man’s member, and the uniform width and color added to the design.
Dipping his fingers between my thighs, he teased the aching channel, coaxing more fluids to spill free, coating his fingers. Smoothing the replica down my torso to the spread folds of flesh between my thighs, he eased his wet fingers free and smeared my juices over the toy before slipping the tip into the wet opening of my pussy. He plied the dildo with phenomenal expertise, pushing the textured dildo to its full length within my clamoring sheath. Between the cheeks of my ass, he eased his cock in and out of the moist crevice, pausing to probe the tight whole as he pumped into me with the prosthetic.
“That looks good, baby.” He moaned as my hips pulsed upward, striving to hold the toy tight within me. “You take that so good. I want to see if you can take more.”
Pulling the toy from me, he laughed at my cry of protest, but he was quick to fill my depths with the hot, hard length of his own body. Placing the toy aside on the bed beside me, he rocked his cock deep within me, reaching farther than the toy had. My hands pulled at their bonds, but the leather and chains held tight.
A rustling by my ear told me he was selecting a second toy. Lifting heavy lids, I gasped at the second selection. This plastic column was longer and definitely not based on human proportions. At the pointed tip, it was easily two and a half inches wide, but as I viewed the rest of the shaft, I realized it grew wider as it grew longer. This toy was at least eight inches long, but at the base, it was easily four inches thick. The slick sides and cherry red color reminded me of a dog cock. Meeting Garrick’s grinning countenance, I realized he knew what I was thinking, or could at least guess.
“I thought I’d see if you liked taking Jackson. He was my brother’s Bull Mastiff.” His hand slipped between my thighs, swiftly replacing his withdrawn cock with that of the replica of a dog’s.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
71
Feeling the thick base press the opening of my pussy wide, I lunged against my bindings and lurched upward, my hips pulsing in time with the powerful thrusting of Garrick’s toy.
“I wonder if it
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