don’t want it to seep into the bedding when we
turn you over.”
“I guess not…” She frowned. “What do you
mean?”
Sorin laughed. “You’ll see.”
She subsided into silence, mentally cursing
their deviousness, while reveling in the slightly rough texture of the cloths
they used to wipe the oil from her skin. It was the perfect stimulus for the
heightened sensitivity of her skin, and she moaned with pleasure as the warm
water trickled down her skin. Maybe they were on to something, with this slow
seduction of her senses.
“Sit up, Starr,” Lucian whispered in her
ear, as he finished wiping the oil from her face.
She briefly questioned her passivity in
their lovemaking, but dismissed the thought. She would have plenty of time to
take a more active role later, and it felt decadent to let them direct
everything. All that she had to do at the moment was enjoy whatever was coming
next.
She let them turn her onto her stomach.
Starr cradled a pillow in her arms and laid her head on it, finding it a poor
substitute for either man’s embrace. She felt a trickle of oil down her back
and sighed. Seconds later, Lucian began sliding his hands over her flesh,
working the tense muscles of her lower back. She waited for Sorin to begin
massaging the backs of her legs, but he didn’t.
A finger feathered down her cleft before
pushing between her buttocks. Starr gasped when Lucian hit a sensitive spot
with his probing fingers, while another probing finger lightly caressed her
anus. She tensed when something hard probed at the opening, but Sorin’s hand
smoothed over her buttocks, while he shushed her.
“It’s just the lube. Relax, dragostia .”
She took a deep breath and forced her
muscles to loosen. The applicator slipped easily into her sphincter, and the
thick lube filled her quickly. Lucian was now focusing his attention on her
shoulders, while Sorin squeezed one of her cheeks lightly in his hand. The
other was apparently occupied with the lube. When he withdrew the tube, she
wondered what would come next. Would it be the plug again?
Her question was answered when Sorin parted
her cheeks with one hand, while his finger entered her anus to his knuckle. She
squirmed when he wiggled it, surprised by the jolt of pleasure that accompanied
the slight burning sensation. As Sorin entered her with another finger, she
tensed. Lucian responded by decreasing the pressure he applied to her back and
changing his touch to slow, soothing circles.
Before she had much of a chance to adjust
to Sorin’s fingers, he removed them. She arched her hips to signal she wanted
more. It had felt surprisingly good, for the brief time he was inside her anus.
Either he complied with her unspoken
request, or he was already planning to, because his hand continued to hold her
cheeks parted, while the bulbous head of the anal plug pressed against her
sphincter.
Starr closed her eyes, balled her fists,
and bit down on a mouthful of pillow to stay relaxed as the plug entered her
completely. There was the same burning/stretching sensation as last night, but
it soon faded. For a moment, she felt neither pleasure nor pain—only pressure.
And then they were rolling her onto her
back again. They hadn’t even bothered to wipe off the oil. She could feel it seeping
into the sheet under her, almost gluing her to the bed.
She turned her head as Lucian scooted up
beside her. He was propped up on his side, with his arm across his side. He was
smiling at her. “What now?” she managed to ask breathlessly.
“Now, we make love.”
The whispered words served to inflame her
desire further, rather than soothing her, as he had perhaps intended. A flare
of pleasure radiating from her stretched anus shot through her pussy, bringing
a fresh wave of moisture. She cried out as Lucian cupped her breast and finally
tugged lightly on the hard nipple.
She lifted her head to see what Sorin was
doing. He had moved from the bed to wash his hands, but was now back.
turn you over.”
“I guess not…” She frowned. “What do you
mean?”
Sorin laughed. “You’ll see.”
She subsided into silence, mentally cursing
their deviousness, while reveling in the slightly rough texture of the cloths
they used to wipe the oil from her skin. It was the perfect stimulus for the
heightened sensitivity of her skin, and she moaned with pleasure as the warm
water trickled down her skin. Maybe they were on to something, with this slow
seduction of her senses.
“Sit up, Starr,” Lucian whispered in her
ear, as he finished wiping the oil from her face.
She briefly questioned her passivity in
their lovemaking, but dismissed the thought. She would have plenty of time to
take a more active role later, and it felt decadent to let them direct
everything. All that she had to do at the moment was enjoy whatever was coming
next.
She let them turn her onto her stomach.
Starr cradled a pillow in her arms and laid her head on it, finding it a poor
substitute for either man’s embrace. She felt a trickle of oil down her back
and sighed. Seconds later, Lucian began sliding his hands over her flesh,
working the tense muscles of her lower back. She waited for Sorin to begin
massaging the backs of her legs, but he didn’t.
A finger feathered down her cleft before
pushing between her buttocks. Starr gasped when Lucian hit a sensitive spot
with his probing fingers, while another probing finger lightly caressed her
anus. She tensed when something hard probed at the opening, but Sorin’s hand
smoothed over her buttocks, while he shushed her.
“It’s just the lube. Relax, dragostia .”
She took a deep breath and forced her
muscles to loosen. The applicator slipped easily into her sphincter, and the
thick lube filled her quickly. Lucian was now focusing his attention on her
shoulders, while Sorin squeezed one of her cheeks lightly in his hand. The
other was apparently occupied with the lube. When he withdrew the tube, she
wondered what would come next. Would it be the plug again?
Her question was answered when Sorin parted
her cheeks with one hand, while his finger entered her anus to his knuckle. She
squirmed when he wiggled it, surprised by the jolt of pleasure that accompanied
the slight burning sensation. As Sorin entered her with another finger, she
tensed. Lucian responded by decreasing the pressure he applied to her back and
changing his touch to slow, soothing circles.
Before she had much of a chance to adjust
to Sorin’s fingers, he removed them. She arched her hips to signal she wanted
more. It had felt surprisingly good, for the brief time he was inside her anus.
Either he complied with her unspoken
request, or he was already planning to, because his hand continued to hold her
cheeks parted, while the bulbous head of the anal plug pressed against her
sphincter.
Starr closed her eyes, balled her fists,
and bit down on a mouthful of pillow to stay relaxed as the plug entered her
completely. There was the same burning/stretching sensation as last night, but
it soon faded. For a moment, she felt neither pleasure nor pain—only pressure.
And then they were rolling her onto her
back again. They hadn’t even bothered to wipe off the oil. She could feel it seeping
into the sheet under her, almost gluing her to the bed.
She turned her head as Lucian scooted up
beside her. He was propped up on his side, with his arm across his side. He was
smiling at her. “What now?” she managed to ask breathlessly.
“Now, we make love.”
The whispered words served to inflame her
desire further, rather than soothing her, as he had perhaps intended. A flare
of pleasure radiating from her stretched anus shot through her pussy, bringing
a fresh wave of moisture. She cried out as Lucian cupped her breast and finally
tugged lightly on the hard nipple.
She lifted her head to see what Sorin was
doing. He had moved from the bed to wash his hands, but was now back.
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