Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I whimpered, torn between fear and desperate desire, my face burning at Stuart’s obvious understanding of every shameful thing going on inside me. “Yes,” I finally admitted, my voice a tiny whisper. My tummy flipped as I heard myself confess it. “Yes, sir. I want… I want you to fuck my ass.”
My face burned with humiliation as I felt Stuart’s fingers begin to probe and to stretch my tightest hole. The sensation was alien and uncomfortable despite his having worked my bottom this shameful way before, in his office over his desk. That, I realized, had been to make it clear to me that he would violate the sanctity of my bottom hole when he chose. This, on the other hand… I felt that Stuart meant to tell me something more dominant and more forbidden: he meant me to learn to take his huge, rigid manhood obediently—and, I thought with a lurch of my belly, as hard and rough as he chose to give it to me.
Stuart’s fingers worked slowly but inexorably, opening me up wider than I would have thought possible. He used my pussy juices to lube me, but they didn’t ease the passage quite enough to make it really comfortable. I squirmed and gasped at the burning stretch.
“That’s it,” Stuart murmured. “Feel how tight you are back here? How reluctant your little virgin hole is to open up? That’s good. I want you to struggle with this, while you’re giving me a nice, snug ride in your gorgeous ass.”
His words send a fresh wave of conflicted arousal through me. The rational, independent voice in my head kept up its rant.
You don’t want this. You’re crazy if that turned you on.
The idea of being used this way… of having something feel good for my master but not for me… How could it possibly have just made my pussy clench?
“Please,” I whimpered. “Don’t… not… not like that? Sir…”
“Shh,” Stuart soothed, even as he pushed a third finger into my resisting hole. “Just take it. Let yourself feel how wrong this is, how dirty. Let yourself struggle.”
I sobbed, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. The stretch burned, verging on true pain. But underneath it all, my arousal continued to build. I could feel myself getting wetter, my neglected pussy aching to be filled.
“That’s my good girl,” Stuart murmured, his voice dripping with the note of degradation that seemed tuned to some frequency on which my clit operated. “Fighting it even as you submit. So beautifully conflicted.”
He worked his fingers in and out a few more times before withdrawing them completely. I felt suddenly, shamefully empty. I whimpered as I felt the blunt head of Stuart’s cock pressing against my stretched hole.
“Remember,” Stuart said, his voice low and commanding. “This isn’t for your pleasure. This is about me using your tight little ass for my enjoyment. About making you completely mine. The way the suitors do on NMB… and what you’re feeling is exactly what the girls feel, when they realize how deep their need to serve a man’s pleasure goes.”
With that, he began to push inside. I cried out as he lodged his penis inside me, the bulk of him so much more intense, so much more uncomfortable than his fingers. It hurt… it was too much, and yet…
You’re an NMB girl, now, aren’t you, you little slut? said the voice in my head. You didn’t take off your panties when your boss told you to, and you got whipped and here you are in his bed with his rigid cock pushing into your naughty bottom.
I cried out, and to my confusion I found myself pressing back against him, taking him deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I sobbed. “Oh, god, sir, please…”
Stuart gripped my hips tightly, pressing me to the pillows and the bed beneath them, pinioning me in place as he sank fully into my virgin ass. I felt utterly filled, utterly possessed. The pain mingled with a deep, primal sense of submission that made me dizzy.
“That’s it,” Stuart growled. “Take it all. Let me feel how tight that virgin hole is.”
He paused, and I whimpered as I felt his taut lap come up against my punished backside. I felt him shift, move forward, and I saw his hands come down on the bed next to my face. His warm breath blew against my ear, and my body jerked with helpless need and even more helpless pleasure as he murmured in my ear.
“This is what an NMB girl gets, you little whore, isn’t it? This is what you needed from the moment you stood up at the orientation.”
I cried out, my body bucking under his, feeling the almost frightening extent of his power over me.
“That’s right, Melissa, isn’t it? You knew it when you played with yourself in the bathroom after Sharon paddled you, and when you fucked Mandy. You knew it when you edged yourself in the bathroom. Your secret garden needs vigorous plowing. It’s time to admit that once and for all.”