The Firefighter's Girl by Natasha Knight Page B

over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing, but slowly, she reached back and spread herself open.
    He looked down at her exposed bottom, at the pink, glistening lips of her pussy, their slickness betraying her arousal even while she resisted him.
    “Wider,” he said, his voice sounding thicker.
    Without a sound, she pulled her cheeks farther apart and he glimpsed her dark back hole. He smeared some of the lubricant onto his fingers and began to circle it, her body tightening up as soon as he did.
    “Shh, relax. You’re not being punished, this is to help you avoid a punishment. It’s just my fingers first. We’ll go slowly,” he said. He turned circles around her bottom hole without trying to penetrate until she relaxed enough to allow the slightest entry into that tight passage and all Sawyer could think of was how hot, how tight it would feel when it took his cock. That wouldn’t be today, but soon.
    “That’s it, let me in.” His finger worked and she opened to him and as he pressed deeper and moved his finger in and out of her, smearing the lubricant all around and inside her back hole, she began to move her hips, lifting up onto tiptoes, laying her cheek on the table.
    “I think you’re ready,” he said, pulling his finger out and picking up the plug.
    She glanced back, but kept her hips lifted. He smiled and brought the tip of the plug to her hole and slowly worked it in, taking his time as the plug widened her, coaxing her to relax. With his other hand, he reached around and once again, found her clit and when he did, her bottom relaxed even more and she moaned when he seated the plug fully inside her and her hips began to buck with orgasm while he rubbed her clit and fucked her ass with the plug. His own release would have to wait until later, until they came back home and she took up the same position for him to remove the plug.
     
    * * *
     
    Rebecca shifted around in her seat while Sawyer drove, glancing at her now and again. The plug had a flat base, but every time she shifted even a centimeter, she became very aware of its presence and every time she did, she thought of him, of his words. What they had learned yesterday about Shannon was troubling, to say the least. She kept thinking about that one time when the four of them, Shannon and Andy along with Jeff and herself had, in the beginning of her and Jeff’s relationship, smoked pot together. She had never done it before, it was her first and only time and, in what she clearly saw as her pattern as she looked back on her behavior, she had said yes to trying it against her better judgment. She had given in to the pressure and didn’t want to seem like a prude.
    “Almost there,” Sawyer said, squeezing her knee affectionately.
    “How did you meet John?” she asked.
    “Through his wife, actually. She’s the sister of a friend of mine from school so we met when they first moved here. John and I have a lot in common and he’s a good guy. I like him.”
    It was just a few minutes more before Sawyer parked the car in front of a large, beautiful home.
    “His wife is younger than him, closer to your age and they have a pretty unique relationship.”
    “Unique how?”
    “I’ll tell you another time. Ready?” Sawyer asked when he parked.
    Rebecca rubbed her sweaty hands together and nodded. “Yes.”
    It was two rings of the doorbell before John answered the door. Rebecca watched while he threaded his belt through the loops of his pants.
    “Sorry you had to wait. Had a bit of an issue to deal with,” John said, buckling the belt.
    “No worries, John,” Sawyer said.
    Rebecca looked on in confusion. Something was off.
    “Good to see you both, come on in.”
    The minute they walked in the door, she knew what it was that was off. Both she and Sawyer looked directly at the woman who stood against the wall with her jeans and panties down around her ankles, her arms clasping opposite elbows at her back holding her shirt up above her waist. Her bottom