several more.”
How could she refuse him?
“Yes. Yes. Please.” Kayla thought she must
have become immune to the pain, because the following hits struck without
feeling. Had she gone numb? But then Barry swiped his hand between her thighs,
stroking her and ringing the bell.
A series of spasms quaked in her pussy.
Then her body went off as if she’d been shot from a cannon, soaring through
clouds of ecstasy. She jerked against her bonds, shaking with each contraction
as Barry’s arms went around her, his deep voice the only thing keeping her
anchored to the here and now.
As she started to come down from the carnal
ecstasy, she realized that sometime during her struggle, her agony had
manifested into central elements of exotic pleasure. Never would she have
guessed that pain and vulnerability could be so arousing or that she could so
thoroughly trust the man holding her.
As Barry released her wrists, Stan removed
the clit clamp. Blood rushed into the small organ, setting off another orgasm
that shook her to the core. Her knees buckled and Stan caught her.
“I told you that I’d catch you if you
fell,” he whispered against her ear.
She writhed, moaning as he scooped her up
in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, transferring her into Barry’s
care before he disappeared from her sight. Soft butterfly kisses were pressed
to her lips, her nose and her eyes as Barry laid her down. Kayla reached for
him but he slipped from her grasp.
“Soon, baby.” He left her to join Stan.
They were whispering something as they
donned condoms, but in her sedated condition she couldn’t make out their words.
Her body felt like one big throb of delight. She closed her eyes, savoring the
sensation. It might have been a minute, maybe longer. Perhaps she had fallen
asleep, because the movement on the bed had her eyelids drifting open.
Both men looked at her with simmering lust.
Something feral sparked between them before Stan slid behind her and Barry eased
his warm body against the front of hers. She had never seen this side of Barry
and it thrilled her. He looked dangerous, almost menacing. Perhaps it should
have scared her. Instead it did the opposite—it turned her on.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Amazing.” She inhaled his masculine scent,
which blended with Stan’s soft spicy one.
“Would you like to feel even better?” Stan
whispered into her ear, sending goose bumps over her arms.
“Yes.” Surprisingly, Kayla felt as if she’d
do anything they wanted her to do. Something cool and slick touched her anus
and she flinched.
Barry ran his fingers through her hair.
“Relax, baby. We’re going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Heat pooled low in her belly and her clit
clenched at the thought of Barry pumping in and out of her pussy while Stan
entered her back door. She groaned when the first finger slipped into the tight
hole.
A growl rumbled in Barry’s throat. “I can’t
wait for you, bro.” He grabbed her leg, bending it before he threw it over his
to spread and open her to him. With a single thrust he entered her.
Kayla cried out at the fiery sensation
against her tender clit, but it was the fullness, the completeness she
experienced being joined with Barry that made her body sing. She folded her arms
around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Stan pushed another finger pushed
inside her scissoring it with the other, spreading and stretching her.
Emptiness assailed her when Stan extracted
his fingers, but Barry was there with mesmerizing kisses and the thrust of his
hips to distract her. She melted into his touch, his caress. Muscles softened
and her blood turned hotter than molten lava, her pussy flooding.
More lube skimmed over her puckered flesh
before she felt the head of Stan’s cock nudge the opening. Her body tightened
in anticipation, becoming a taut bow ready to spring.
She whimpered with each inch he slipped
inside, stretching and filling her. The pain was
How could she refuse him?
“Yes. Yes. Please.” Kayla thought she must
have become immune to the pain, because the following hits struck without
feeling. Had she gone numb? But then Barry swiped his hand between her thighs,
stroking her and ringing the bell.
A series of spasms quaked in her pussy.
Then her body went off as if she’d been shot from a cannon, soaring through
clouds of ecstasy. She jerked against her bonds, shaking with each contraction
as Barry’s arms went around her, his deep voice the only thing keeping her
anchored to the here and now.
As she started to come down from the carnal
ecstasy, she realized that sometime during her struggle, her agony had
manifested into central elements of exotic pleasure. Never would she have
guessed that pain and vulnerability could be so arousing or that she could so
thoroughly trust the man holding her.
As Barry released her wrists, Stan removed
the clit clamp. Blood rushed into the small organ, setting off another orgasm
that shook her to the core. Her knees buckled and Stan caught her.
“I told you that I’d catch you if you
fell,” he whispered against her ear.
She writhed, moaning as he scooped her up
in his strong arms and carried her to the bed, transferring her into Barry’s
care before he disappeared from her sight. Soft butterfly kisses were pressed
to her lips, her nose and her eyes as Barry laid her down. Kayla reached for
him but he slipped from her grasp.
“Soon, baby.” He left her to join Stan.
They were whispering something as they
donned condoms, but in her sedated condition she couldn’t make out their words.
Her body felt like one big throb of delight. She closed her eyes, savoring the
sensation. It might have been a minute, maybe longer. Perhaps she had fallen
asleep, because the movement on the bed had her eyelids drifting open.
Both men looked at her with simmering lust.
Something feral sparked between them before Stan slid behind her and Barry eased
his warm body against the front of hers. She had never seen this side of Barry
and it thrilled her. He looked dangerous, almost menacing. Perhaps it should
have scared her. Instead it did the opposite—it turned her on.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Amazing.” She inhaled his masculine scent,
which blended with Stan’s soft spicy one.
“Would you like to feel even better?” Stan
whispered into her ear, sending goose bumps over her arms.
“Yes.” Surprisingly, Kayla felt as if she’d
do anything they wanted her to do. Something cool and slick touched her anus
and she flinched.
Barry ran his fingers through her hair.
“Relax, baby. We’re going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Heat pooled low in her belly and her clit
clenched at the thought of Barry pumping in and out of her pussy while Stan
entered her back door. She groaned when the first finger slipped into the tight
hole.
A growl rumbled in Barry’s throat. “I can’t
wait for you, bro.” He grabbed her leg, bending it before he threw it over his
to spread and open her to him. With a single thrust he entered her.
Kayla cried out at the fiery sensation
against her tender clit, but it was the fullness, the completeness she
experienced being joined with Barry that made her body sing. She folded her arms
around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Stan pushed another finger pushed
inside her scissoring it with the other, spreading and stretching her.
Emptiness assailed her when Stan extracted
his fingers, but Barry was there with mesmerizing kisses and the thrust of his
hips to distract her. She melted into his touch, his caress. Muscles softened
and her blood turned hotter than molten lava, her pussy flooding.
More lube skimmed over her puckered flesh
before she felt the head of Stan’s cock nudge the opening. Her body tightened
in anticipation, becoming a taut bow ready to spring.
She whimpered with each inch he slipped
inside, stretching and filling her. The pain was
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