A Week In A Dungeon ~ Day 5 F - Sex Stories

A Week In A Dungeon ~ Day 5 F

... asshole. The intense, pleasurable flow of sexual euphoria builds inside her cramping loins. "That's where the real naughty fun begins. When they lie there, in a pool of their own greedy, needy cunt juice, begging to do anything for me," Madam inhales deeply, as if reliving a specific memory. "Oh fuck! The things I've done to girls like you…" Ashley tries to speak. She is going to cum. But the act of creating coherent speech at this point seems impossible. She wags her lips wildly, hoping for the words to form. "I bet part of you wants to find out… I bet part of you wants to be nothing but a willing little ass slave for me…" Ashley begins to whine loudly. Her noises almost inhuman as her squeaks and moans try to become words. The pressure inside Ashley's glands, deep inside her cunt and asshole, is so intense it hurts. Ashley feels like her body is going to explode. Hot cream and honey will burst out from both of her holes. She can feel it. I can feel it! Madam removes her fingers from Ashley's desperately wet cunt. Before she feels anything, Ashley knows what is about to come. The fear of her body's reaction to the rejection of its satisfaction paralyzes her. No… No! Oh God! Ashley's body heaves and squeezes inside her, each gushing gland inside her orifices, poised to excrete pure bliss throughout her, now stifled. Searing pain now slowly and methodically replaces her disappearing pleasure. It feels like she's slowly being lowered into insanely ice-cold water. Inch by inch ...

... it consumes her body, replacing ecstasy with arduous aching. Ashley screams in agony. "That's enough," Miss Rose announces, from the back of the room. Miss Rose! Ashley feels sparks of happiness erupt inside herself, though her chest still pounds with bitter anguish. "Time is up. After all, this is just a preview," Miss Rose argues. "That's alright. I've gotten what I wanted out of this one," Madam says. As Madam leaves, she whispers to Ashley, "I'm positive, we'll be seeing each other again, you naughty little girl." Miss Rose caresses Ashley's face gently with the back of her hand. The feeling of Miss Rose's impossibly soft skin warms Ashley's heart, but doesn't slow her breathing. Ashley is in heat. She's beyond being in heat, she's melting from the inside out. Every fibre of her being is begging for an orgasm, pleading to let her gushing pussy release! It isn't helping that Miss Rose's touch and smell are so incredibly arousing. "My dear, you have one final choice to make," Miss Rose explains. "You can only choose one, so chose carefully." Oh god… okay. I can do this. Ashley tries to focus on her breathing, so she can have some form of concentration. Her shivering body makes it incredibly difficult. "Would you like… One, for me to remove the plug locked in your ass? Or, Two, for me to give you an orgasm?" Orgasm! Oh sweet fuck! Yes! "Or…" Miss Rose continues, "Would you like to give me an orgasm?" Ashley's face falls, as does her spirit. It feels like she's being pushed ...