Page 7 of Second Helpings (Sweet Treats 4)

My eyes narrow. These men are out of control, and yet there’s something so titillating about their entreaties. What the hell. What do I have to lose? I’ll humor them just this once, and then call the cops. What’s another fifteen minutes? Hell, keeping them on the line is probably going to make it even easier for the police to track them.

Lying back, I shoot a smile at my computer monitor. The camera is embedded in the corner of the screen, and that must be how they’re seeing me. They’ve probably co-opted every gadget in my room, of which there are a lot. It should freak me out, and it does, but at the same time, two can play at this game.

“Like this?” I coo softly, while lifting my knees into the air. “Is this what you want to see?”

I hear muffled grunts on the other end as my sweet pink slit comes into view. Then I lean back even more, rolling my hips forward so that my coffee pucker blinks at them. With teasing fingers, I reach down and pull my bottom cheeks apart, giving them a better look.

“Shit,” one man grunts.

“Fuck,” the other one hums throatily. “You’re so beautiful.”

I giggle as my décolletage bobbles. Being dirty like this is turning me on, and if we’re being honest, I love having an unseen audience. Smiling slyly again, I slip a finger into my mouth, getting it wet.

“That’s it,” one man groans.

“Fuck,” the other one pants. “Oh shit, it’s really happening.”

It is because I love being a bad girl. When you’re curvy like me, a lot of guys don’t even see you. I walk the halls of my high school, invisible except to a few turds who snuffle my way as if I’m easy pickings. But now, the tables are turned. I’m going to give these men a show that’s going to knock their socks off.

With another impish grin, I swipe my finger over the screen of my phone, and the egg starts up again. It hasn’t slipped out after all this time, and the pink toy begins vibrating once more.

“Oooh,” I moan, tilting my head back as my eyes drift shut. “Mmm, that feels amazing.”

The men groan in tandem on the other side.

“Hold yourself open for us, baby,” one entreats. “Let us see close-up what’s going on.”

My eyes flicker open and I cup my breasts for a moment, holding them out as if in offering. But them my hands slide down my torso, skimming over my tummy until they rest on either side of my labia. Slowly, I lift my knees and pull my nether lips open, showing them my pink insides. The walls are hot and swollen, steaming with moisture. Inside, you can see a bit of hot pink rubber, moving and shaking within my honeyed depths.

“Fuck,” the men bite out. “Oh shit.”

I merely giggle.

“But I thought this is what you wanted.”

“This is what we want,” they rasp hoarsely. “Now do the double.”

Cooing slightly, I wet my finger in my mouth again, and then reach around to toy with my pink wrinkle. The pleats contract when I touch them because to be honest, I haven’t done backdoor before. Not even with myself. But popping my cherry for these filthy, OTT alpha men? It turns me on and I can’t wait.

My finger niggles the wrinkle and the taboo sensation pulses through my back door. My kitty clamps hard in reaction as I play with the hole, slowly working it open.

“Oh yeah,” groans one man. “That asshole is so tight. It’s so young, and you’ve never had anything back there before, have you?”

“No never,” I coo breathlessly, still toying with it a bit. “My first time is going to be with you.”

With that, I spread my knees wider and slowly begin inching my finger in. It feels strange but also insanely tantalizing. My bottom clenches with surprise, but I force myself to take deep breaths and relax. My cheeks release a bit, and I’m able to slide my finger right up my sphincter. The ring pulses hard on my digit and my eyes fly open with surprise.

“Oh my god,” I pant. “Unnnh.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” says one man. “Can you feel the egg through your kitty wall?”

I nod breathlessly.

“This is so wrong.”

“It is,” confirms the other alpha male. “But that’s why you like it. You like being filthy with us, don’t you? Filthy and nasty because you’re daddy’s little doll.”

I moan again, the vibrations of the egg shaking against my finger. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. I literally have a finger up my butt with a toy in my kitty and my legs spread for these strange men to see. What have I become?

But the truth is that I love it. I adore being saucy and sassy, and if anything, I pull my bottom wider with one hand so that the men can get a close-up as my body begins to peak.

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