Page 34 of His to Correct

“Now, naughty girl,” I commanded, a bit more gently, “you’re going to put this on me.”

I handed the harness back to Mandy, watching closely as she took it with trembling hands. Her eyes darted between the strap-on and my face.

“Go on, slut,” I told her, my voice firm again. “Put it on me so I can fuck that adorable cunt of yours.”

Mandy nodded, swallowing hard. She fumbled with the straps for a moment before figuring out how they worked. I felt a rush of warmth as, on her knees before me, she carefully slid the harness up my legs. The feeling of her fingers moving over my skin sent a jolt of excitement through my whole body.

Once she had secured the harness, Mandy’s hands lingered on my hips, her touch light and uncertain. I looked down at her, seeing the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths.

“Turn it on,” I instructed, gesturing to the small control panel on the side of the harness.

Mandy complied, her fingers finding the switch. I felt the vibration start, a low, pleasant hum that sent faint waves of pleasure through me as the base of the massive shaft buzzed against my clit. I gasped softly, my hips jerking slightly at the sensation.

I looked down at the dildo itself, gently humming before me. It was impressively realistic, with sculpted veins running along its length. I ran my right hand up and down it, feeling a naughty-girl thrill at the idea of having my own, eternally rigid penis. The feel of it made me think, with a blush, of Stuart’s real cock—thick, hard, and so utterly satisfying.

I found myself suddenly aching for him, for the feeling of his warm, actual flesh inside me. I imagined him taking me from behind while I wore this harness, filling me completely as I in turn filled Mandy. The thought made me clench with lust.

I made myself focus again on Mandy, still kneeling before me. “Stand up,” I told her, my voice husky with desire.

As Mandy rose to her feet, I gestured to the chair. “Kneel on the seat,” I instructed. “Face the back of the chair.”

Mandy moved to obey, her movements slightly unsteady. She positioned herself as I had ordered, her punished backside now at the perfect height for dominant fucking.

“Good girl,” I murmured, moving to stand behind her. I ran my hands over the curve of her ass, feeling the heat still radiating from her earlier spanking. Mandy whimpered softly at my touch.

“Now,” I said, my voice low and commanding, “spread your ass cheeks for me. Show me where a slut like you gets fucked.”

Mandy hesitated, casting a fearful glance back over her shoulder.

“Please, miss…” she whispered. “Not in my bottom?”

“Did I say I was going to fuck your asshole, Mandy?” I asked, my pussy clenching at the mere sound of the imperiousness in my voice.

“No, miss,” Mandy said, chewing on her lower lip. “But you said…”

“I told you to show me where a girl like you gets fucked.”

A girl like you. A girl like Mandy. A girl like… like Melissa. Like me.I had to swallow hard to keep myself from whimpering at the jolt that traveled out from my pussy at the thought of Stuart demanding to see my anus… of him… of him using me there, his enormous manhood in my tightest, most intimate opening.

Slowly and reluctantly, Mandy reached back and spread her bottom cheeks. I felt lightheaded as I gazed at her most intimate places, now fully exposed to my view in obedience to my command. Her anus was a tight, puckered rosebud, while her pussy glistened with arousal.

Without thinking, I reached out and traced a finger around Mandy’s anus. She gasped and tensed at the touch.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Mandy?” I asked, my voice sounding thick to my ears.

Mandy whimpered softly before answering. “Y-yes, miss. My last boyfriend… he did it a few times.”

I felt a rush of heat at her confession. “And did you like it?” I pressed, gently pushing the tip of my finger against the tight, wrinkly opening.

“I… I’m not sure,” Mandy admitted, her voice quavering. “It felt so dirty and wrong, but also… intense. I came really hard when he did it.”

I could hear the conflict in her voice—the mix of shame and arousal. Despite her submissive nature, Mandy was still struggling to fully embrace this taboo act.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” I murmured, withdrawing my finger. “Letting your boyfriend use your tight little asshole like that.”

Mandy shuddered at my words. I ran my hands over the curves of her bottom, still warm from her spanking.

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I won’t fuck your ass today. But I think you’d better get used to the idea. A dirty slut like you needs to learn to take it in all her holes.”

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