Page 77 of Iron Hearts

“Feel good?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Gonna cum for your Daddy?” he asked.

“You keep doing that, yes,” I said pertly and he pull his hand from the toy in my ass and gave my ass cheek a smack. I yipped and jumped, my pussy clenching around his invading finger and he chuckled.

He went back to manipulating the small plug in my ass, and fervently worked that spot inside me until I came again, sagging, letting the table take my weight, and watching the glass fog in front of me with my panting breaths.

“Push out,” he ordered and gave a little tug on the anal plug and I did, and it popped free with no trouble. He instantly replaced it with a finger and worked my ass and my pussy both.

I writhed against his hands and sucked in a sharp breath and held it as he slipped a second finger in my ass to join the first. I made a small noise of protest as he stretched me beyond the scope of comfort, butoh God,did it feel good having him in both holes. Like, I never knew it could be this good – and even after what? Three? Four orgasms, since being here in his little house with him? I still craved the feeling of his cock inside me. I wanted to feel him so deep that when he pushed into me I felt him in my womb. Hell, I wanted to feel him fuck me and fill me so bad I felt against the back side of my tonsils!

“Please,” I begged. “Please fill me with your cock.”

“Mmm,” he made a satisfied hum, “I like it when you beg me like that, baby girl.”

He pulled his fingers out of my ass, and cold lube dripped on my asshole. Soon after, cold metal pressed and I pushed out, relaxing, letting it slide into me. Making a small noise of protest as it once again, stretched my tight little asshole beyond what was comfortable, but it was such a fleeting discomfort as my ass swallowed the plug and the flared base settled snug against the puckered flesh at my opening.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Good,” I moaned, thinking about it a second and sighing out, “full. Definitely more intense than the last one, but not uncomfortable – yet. Feels hard, and I want your cock inside me so badly now, Daddy –please?”

He chuckled and said, “You stay right there, just like that – be good, don’t move a muscle, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

“Okay,” I moaned breathlessly.

I was so turned on. Turned on to the point I would do whatever he asked of me, suck his dick, let him put it in my ass, justanythingto have him inside me. It was like all orgasms paled in comparison to the one in the garage earlier, where I’d held him in my body. Where he’d filled me so perfectly, made me feel like I was so tight, I could barely contain him.

He went into the kitchen and washed his hands again, thoroughly, and I appreciated that – I wasn’t keen on ass to pussy and getting an infection; so, I would take him being careful of that. I liked it. I wondered, vaguely, how we would handle it when he fucked my ass for real – and I found that I was more turned on and curious about having him there than I was nervous or scared.

Did I think I could take him right now? Oh, hell no – even the biggest plug that sat beside my hip on the table wasn’t as thick at its thickest point as he was. It would take work to get me up to that – but I also found myself desperate to know what it would feel like to have his cock inside me with this already much bigger plug than the first one I’d had in.

The first one had been small enough that just its presence had been… noticeable. It’d beendifferent.Foreign, but not in a bad way. Just in an interesting and unique way. I’d liked it. Just the feeling of it in my ass had made me feel sexy, and brazen in a way that I’d never felt before.

This one felt more intense. As though it was stretching me. Less simply present in my ass and more that… like my training had really begun.

We’d talked about this in particular, a lot, to the point that I had so been looking forward to trying it for him and he didnotdisappoint by making it the first dirty and outside the box thing we’d tried together.

We’d talked about so many other things, too. Remote control vibrators out in public. A plug in my ass, and a vibe in my pussy while taking a slow walk somewhere. Nipple torture was something he wanted to try as well. Starting simply with some nipple jewelry that hung from them while he watched my tits bounce as we fucked – and that had sounded hot. He wanted to try different clamps, too – not to hurt, but more to stimulate… but he wasn’t beyond punishing me if I was a bad little girl.

We’d talked about that, too and both agreed, no matter what, no marks should be left. That marks were going too far.

I jumped when he touched my hips and massaged my lower back with his thumbs.

“Stand up and come with me, baby. I want you in my bed. I want to make you cum for me some more.”

I stood up, and turned in the circle of his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and leaning into him. He smiled down at me, his hands smoothing up and down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing its globes and asking me, “How does that one feel now? Still good?”

“Yes,” I whispered and I pulled his mouth to mine, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He obliged me, kissing me, lifting me, urging me to hop up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and moaned into his mouth at the interesting things that it did to the plug in my ass as I ground my soaking wet pussy against the front of him, seeking out friction with his erection pressing at the front of his jeans.

He turned us both, and powerfully, carried me up the hall, turning at the last doorway on the right and taking me into a fairly sparsely furnished bedroom, laying me on the rumpled covers of his bed.

I let him go with my arms and stretched them over my head, letting my legs fall open as he pulled the tee shirt he wore off over his head.

“Touch yourself, play with that pussy baby,” he instructed me, and I reached down, dipping my fingertips into my wetness and teasing my clit lightly with my fingertips as he shucked himself out of his jeans and socks.

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