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Authors: Vanessa Vale
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additional pleasure I had never imagined. And my nipples, oh, they lit me up! While I could do nothing but succumb to the pleasure, he worked me harder, pushing me into a second orgasm where I screamed his name. I had no idea that was even possible. Before my inner muscles stopped pulsing, Tagg came with a roar, filling me not only with his thick cock, but with rope after rope of his seed.
I lay sated and replete on the table, eyes closed, a silly smile on my lips, my palms cupping my swollen breasts. I couldn't prevent the smile, it seemed to accompany every orgasm.
Tagg pulled out and I felt his hot seed seeping from me. Garrett moved to take his place and grabbed my ankles. At some point he'd undone his pants, and his cock jutted out as if it knew where it wanted to go. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and my eyes widened in surprise. As he kept his hands there, he pushed into me all the way. Tagg's thick seed made filling me easier, although the plug made it an extremely tight fit. The wet sound of fucking filled the small room.
I didn't think it was possible, but I wanted to come again. I needed it.
"Garrett, please!" I begged.
The angle of his entry had him nudging someplace deep inside me never found before. I tossed my head back and groaned.
"Right there, is it?" he said, voice rough like gravel.
I nodded my head, bumping against the table top.
He pulled back, slid over that special place again. It was my undoing. I came again, hard, if not harder than before, the angle of his penetration so much more direct, so much deeper with my legs positioned so high.
After my pleasure receded, I just laid there, letting Garrett fuck me as he wanted, not that I'd had any choice before. He'd given me my pleasure - they both had - and I wanted to let him find his. He slapped a hand down on the table, my legs bending even closer to my head as he thrust deep one last time, a roar escaping his mouth as his seed filled me.
Anger at my punishment was hard to maintain when the men left me so well pleasured.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TAGG
Supervision was not needed for Sarah while she wore the harness. If she wanted to play with her pussy - and she would soon since she'd already started playing with her nipples - she was free to do so. The effects of the pills were beginning to kick in. She was welcome to pleasure herself at any time she wished, however she wished. Our only requirement of her was that her ass was slowly stretched, slowly trained to accept our cocks.
Having her supervised constantly would not endear her to us, would not build trust in our budding relationship, therefore we spent the day in the stable, working the horses, following our usual routine, all the while monitoring the house to verify she was well. I went in for a glass of water, even though I could have drank from the pump. Garrett had stopped into the kitchen for carrots for the horses, even though there was a supply in the stable. Each time, she'd been napping, or baking a pie, or reading in the library.
By dinnertime, we'd washed at the pump and came in to the smell of roasting meat. Sarah was moving slowly setting the table. With her breasts leading the way, her ass thrust back, she was a delectable sight. The plug we'd inserted was quite large and would require substantial accommodations for walking and sitting. Considering it had been within her for hours, I was quite proud of her for handling it.
She looked up at our noisy appearance; we were both large enough where our footfalls and actions were not subtle. Her face was flushed, a dewy hint of perspiration dotted her brow. Her hair was still pulled back neatly in the bun, but a wild, stray curl clung to her damp skin. Her green eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted slightly. Her nipples were tightly furled and a bright pink, not the subtle tone of which I was familiar. She looked feverish.
For the shortest of moments, I worried she'd become ill, but then realized her heat was upon
I lay sated and replete on the table, eyes closed, a silly smile on my lips, my palms cupping my swollen breasts. I couldn't prevent the smile, it seemed to accompany every orgasm.
Tagg pulled out and I felt his hot seed seeping from me. Garrett moved to take his place and grabbed my ankles. At some point he'd undone his pants, and his cock jutted out as if it knew where it wanted to go. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and my eyes widened in surprise. As he kept his hands there, he pushed into me all the way. Tagg's thick seed made filling me easier, although the plug made it an extremely tight fit. The wet sound of fucking filled the small room.
I didn't think it was possible, but I wanted to come again. I needed it.
"Garrett, please!" I begged.
The angle of his entry had him nudging someplace deep inside me never found before. I tossed my head back and groaned.
"Right there, is it?" he said, voice rough like gravel.
I nodded my head, bumping against the table top.
He pulled back, slid over that special place again. It was my undoing. I came again, hard, if not harder than before, the angle of his penetration so much more direct, so much deeper with my legs positioned so high.
After my pleasure receded, I just laid there, letting Garrett fuck me as he wanted, not that I'd had any choice before. He'd given me my pleasure - they both had - and I wanted to let him find his. He slapped a hand down on the table, my legs bending even closer to my head as he thrust deep one last time, a roar escaping his mouth as his seed filled me.
Anger at my punishment was hard to maintain when the men left me so well pleasured.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TAGG
Supervision was not needed for Sarah while she wore the harness. If she wanted to play with her pussy - and she would soon since she'd already started playing with her nipples - she was free to do so. The effects of the pills were beginning to kick in. She was welcome to pleasure herself at any time she wished, however she wished. Our only requirement of her was that her ass was slowly stretched, slowly trained to accept our cocks.
Having her supervised constantly would not endear her to us, would not build trust in our budding relationship, therefore we spent the day in the stable, working the horses, following our usual routine, all the while monitoring the house to verify she was well. I went in for a glass of water, even though I could have drank from the pump. Garrett had stopped into the kitchen for carrots for the horses, even though there was a supply in the stable. Each time, she'd been napping, or baking a pie, or reading in the library.
By dinnertime, we'd washed at the pump and came in to the smell of roasting meat. Sarah was moving slowly setting the table. With her breasts leading the way, her ass thrust back, she was a delectable sight. The plug we'd inserted was quite large and would require substantial accommodations for walking and sitting. Considering it had been within her for hours, I was quite proud of her for handling it.
She looked up at our noisy appearance; we were both large enough where our footfalls and actions were not subtle. Her face was flushed, a dewy hint of perspiration dotted her brow. Her hair was still pulled back neatly in the bun, but a wild, stray curl clung to her damp skin. Her green eyes were heavy lidded, her lips parted slightly. Her nipples were tightly furled and a bright pink, not the subtle tone of which I was familiar. She looked feverish.
For the shortest of moments, I worried she'd become ill, but then realized her heat was upon
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