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“You’re no virgin, darling, but giving you a good experience is top of my list. However far we go, or if we go nowhere at all.”

“Make me,” I panted out. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” they said softly, and then there was that finger again. At least, something pushed deep inside me, forcing my ring of muscles apart. I tensed up. A soft kiss on the inside of my leg and the pressure disappeared. Immediately, I wanted it back.

“Just do it,” I hissed.

“Patience, darling. More lube.”

Cool, hard steel against my skin, wetness, and the return of the pressure.

Oh, the pressure.

This time, I welcomed it, my insides clenching as my body shook and arched off the bed, heels digging into the mattress, another panted breath escaping me as whatever it was stopped pushing and probing my insides, though I could feel it was still in there. It was all I could think about.

“Good. You’re being so good for me. So brave. Look at that. That plug fits like it was made for you. How does it feel?”

“Uhhhh…” How to answer when my mouth had no idea how to form words? The pressure on my insides. The sensations. The…weight. Oh God. What was I doing?

“I’m going to gently pull it out now. Fuck you with the tip.”

A spasm of anticipation jolted my penis, a lick of liquid beading at the tip. I wanted to touch it, but I also wanted more. So much more.

So maybe the way they slowly pulled the plug out was slightly uncomfortable, but then they rocked it against the ring of muscle, and I was suddenly making noises I had no control over. I grabbed my erection. I couldn’t help myself.

“Don’t hold back,” they said. “If you want to come in the middle of this, just come. That’s the whole point.”

I had no idea how they were still making sense, especially since they were as hard as I was. I could see the tip of their…cock, peeking out of the side of those lovely lacy trunks.

“You took that so well. Let’s try the next one.”

I let them, because I wanted to. Holding my knees up, my backside completely exposed, I stared up at them in admiration, their smile of contentment, the beautiful glow on their cheeks as they drizzled lube over my opening and smeared it over my skin, inside of me…pushing gently. Oh God. Their fingers…

“I need…” I said but couldn’t continue. I had no idea what I needed.

“You’re going to get it all, darling. If you can take the bigger plug?”

“I want you.” I was done the plugs. I wanted that big, gorgeous cock inside me right now.

“I’m too big for you to just take like that. Patience. You’ll get my cock if you’re good. Now, breathe out and let this bad boy inside of you.”

“So the plug is a boy.” Such nonsense I was spouting.

“A bad boy. This one’s a bit bigger. Just breathe. Let him seat himself.”

Good God, he was big too, splitting my insides apart as Mabel gently pushed him…it inside of me. My leg started vibrating with some kind of nerve reaction.

“I’ve never…done anything like this,” I huffed out, once again arching off the bed.

“You’re made for it,” they hummed. “Not everyone can take a plug like this. You’re a natural.”

I didn’t feel like it, being impaled on a piece of metal. Yet I was still harder than I’d been in my life and had no control over my hips, which rocked rhythmically, pressing on the plug each time I touched down on the mattress.

Then a warm, wet mouth was around my cock and I cried out in sheer agony and ecstasy. The world was white, then dark and beautiful as I panted, trying not to jerk into all that lovely wet heat.

“Don’t come,” they murmured. “Not yet. I want you to have the bigger plug first.”

I lay there still as could be, letting them do this to me. My skin shivered one moment and overheated the next. My hips ached from the unusual workout I was giving them, and my legs tingled from the lack of blood, even though Mabel made me stretch them between each plug.

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