Page 35 of His to Correct

Mandy let out a sob of sheer need. “Yes, miss,” she breathed.

Who am I talking to?I suddenly wondered, feeling my heart skip a beat. I hesitated, internally, for just a moment, and then I took the plunge.Both of us. I’m talking to both of us. I’m a dirty slut. I need to learn to take it in all my holes.

I positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance to Mandy’s vagina, feeling a heady rush of power as I saw how wet and swollen her lips were. The sight and scent of her arousal made my own core throb with renewed need.

“Grip the back of the chair, Mandy,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding. “I’m going to fuck you hard now. You’d better hold on tight.”

Mandy’s fingers curled around the top of the chair, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it. I could see the muscles in her back tensing, her whole body quivering with anticipation.

“Yes, miss,” she whimpered. “Please… I need it so badly.”

I smiled, savoring the desperation in her voice. Slowly, I began to push the dildo inside her, watching in fascination as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate its girth. Mandy let out a long, low moan as I filled her, her hips pushing back against me.

Once I was fully sheathed inside her, I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. Then, gripping her hips firmly, I began to move.

The first thrust was slow and deliberate, but as I felt Mandy’s body yielding to me, I quickly picked up the pace. The room filled with the sounds of our coupling—the wet slap of flesh on flesh, Mandy’s breathless cries, and my own low grunts of exertion.

To my amazement, Mandy started to come almost immediately. Her whole body tensed, her inner lips clenching visibly around the dildo as she cried out in ecstasy. The sight of her pleasure, knowing that I had caused it, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“That’s it, you little slut,” I panted, not slowing my thrusts. “Come for me. Show me how much you love being fucked.”

Mandy’s orgasm seemed to go on and on, her body shuddering as I continued to pound into her. Just as she started to comedown from her peak, I adjusted my hips slightly, changing the angle of penetration. The new position must have hit just the right spot, because Mandy immediately tensed up again, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over her.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her voice high and breathy. “Miss, please… it’s too much…”

But I could tell from the way her body was responding that it wasn’t too much at all. She was loving every second of it, her pussy greedily gripping the dildo with each thrust.

I fucked her relentlessly, driven by a primal need to dominate, to possess. The base of the dildo ground against my clit with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I was getting close to my own orgasm, but I was determined to make Mandy come three times before I finished myself off.

I continued to thrust into Mandy, relishing every cry and moan that escaped her lips. Her body trembled beneath me, slick with sweat and flushed with exertion. I could feel the heat radiating from her spanked bottom as my hips slapped against it with each forceful thrust.

“That’s it, Mandy,” I panted, gripping her hips tighter. “Take it. Take it all.”

Mandy whimpered, her fingers white-knuckled as she clung to the chair. “Yes, miss,” she gasped. “Oh… please…”

I could feel her tensing up again, could even sense her inner walls clenching around the dildo. With a wicked grin, I reached around and found her clit, circling it with my fingers as I continued to pound into her.

The effect was immediate. Mandy’s back arched and she let out a keening wail as her second orgasm crashed over her. Her whole body shook with the force of it, and I had to tighten my grip to keep her from collapsing.

“Two,” I said smugly, not slowing my pace. “One more to go, Mandy. Can you do it? Can you come for me one more time?”

“I… I don’t know if I can,” Mandy sobbed, her voice trembling.

“Oh, you can,” I assured her, my tone strict. “And you will.”

I changed my angle slightly and at the same time, I brought my hand down hard on her already tender bottom.

The combination of pleasure and pain sent Mandy over the edge once more. She came with a scream, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I fucked her through it, not letting up until I felt her go limp beneath me.

Satisfied that I’d achieved my goal, I slowly pulled out of her, admiring the way her pussy gaped slightly, glistening with her arousal. Mandy slumped against the chair, panting heavily.

“Turn around,” I commanded, my own need throbbing between my legs. “I want you to watch me now.”

On shaky legs, Mandy managed to turn and sit in the chair, her eyes wide and glassy with post-orgasmic bliss. I stood before her, the strap-on jutting out obscenely from between my thighs.

With deliberate slowness, I unfastened the harness and stepped out of it. Then, maintaining eye contact with Mandy, I brought the vibrator to my own aching pussy.

The first touch of the still-slick dildo against my folds made me gasp. I was so worked up from fucking Mandy that I knewit wouldn’t take long. I spread my legs wider, giving her an unobstructed view: my purple panties now soaking with my own need, the gusset pulled aside so I could thrust the dildo into my aching vagina.

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