Page 69 of Filthy Mouth
I froze, eyes fluttering shut. Caught.
“Sorry, sir.”
“You’re not sorry enough,” he growled.“But you will be.”
I felt the leather strap tighten around my ankle, locking me down. He moved around me slowly, deliberately, securing each wrist and ankle to the wooden base until I was spread and helpless on display. My heart pounded in anticipation of whatever he had planned.
“The madam said you’re a good backdoor slut. How many loads have you taken up your arsehole?” he asked, stretching the lace away from my flesh.
“I’ve lost count, sir,” I said with a smile.
I felt the hard, wet anal plug press against my hole.
“And I’ve never met such a nasty whore,” he said, pushing the tip of the plug inside me.“Yeah, open that shithole up for me.”
I relaxed my passage, breathing through the familiar discomfort as he forced the cock-shaped plug deeper. He squirted on more lube before pulling it back and forth. I began to pant, tugging at my wrist straps.
“Good little whore. Feel that stretch? You don’t even flinch, do you? Your shithole’s so used to cock you can take anything.” He twisted the plug, grinding the ridged base against my rim.“Fuck, listen to that sloppy hole. You love it.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, my face burning with shame and need.
He laughed, pulling the plug almost all the way out before ramming it back inside. My body jolted against the restraints.“Filthy little anal addict. Bet if I left you with nothing but this plug, you’d hump the bench until you came.”
“I would, sir,” I gasped, the confession spilling out of me.
“No wonder you sell your holes for money. Fuck, your arsehole is gaping already.” He pumped the plug harder, fucking my hole with it until I cried out.“Say it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your backdoor slut, sir,” I cried, keeping myself open for the pounding he gave me.“I love taking cock inside all my holes.”
“You've got me hard again,” he muttered, shoving the plug deep inside of me.“Filthy ass whore.”
His feet padded on the floor, and I lifted my head to see his cock bobbing beside my face.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth, but he placed the metal ring inside my mouth. The one I’d left out for him.
“A shameless whore like you should taste her holes,” he said, buckling the mouth gag behind my head.
“You’ll drool like the cock-hungry slut you are,” he growled, tugging the gag straps tight until my jaw ached. His hand fisted in my hair, jerking my head so I was forced to watch the plug vanish back into my arsehole.“See that? Plugged and stretched, just how a good whore should be.”
He let go and stalked behind me. His fist caught my knickers, tearing them apart with one vicious yank. The ruined lace was crammed into my gagged mouth.
“Taste your greedy little cunt,” he sneered as his cock pressed against my dripping pussy.“So fucking wet. You’re leaking.”
The blunt head pushed at me, testing, before he drove forward, stretching me wide against the plug still stuffed inside my back hole. Then, with a savage thrust, he bottomed out in my cunt. I screamed into the gag, spit and drool flying as the straps held me tight.
“Feel that? Cock in your cunt, plug in your filthy shithole—every hole crammed full like a proper whore.” His hips slammed against me, the sound of wet flesh echoing around the room. He pulled out, shoved the plug hard, then buried himself back inside with a growl.
“Clean my cock, whore.” He yanked free, stalked around the bench and hauled my head up by the gag. My ruined knickers were ripped from my mouth and thrown to the floor before his cock smeared across my lips. He shoved it between the metal ring, rutting against my tongue.
“Deeper. Taste your filth,” he snarled, forcing my head back until my neck stretched taut. My jaw ached around the gag as the thick length pushed past my tongue and down my throat. Drool poured freely, spilling over my chin and dripping down my neck.
His hands clamped hard on my skull, and he fucked my throat in merciless strokes, driving forward until my eyes streamed. The sounds were obscene—wet gags, messy slurps, choked gasps. I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, only take it.
“Look at you,” he growled, watching my throat bulge with every brutal thrust.“Drooling, gagging, eyes watering… my perfect little cocksucking whore.”
He wrenched free from my throat, a string of spit and precum dangling between my lips and the ring gag. His cock glistened with my drool and the mess from my pussy.
