Staying With Erin - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 7

... Joanne’s toy, and I know you want to have that inside you.” If I had any misgivings left about the tool she was sticking up my bum, they dissolved when she crooked two fleshy fingers and pushed them into my pussy. “You’re such a slut,” she told me while she moved them inside me, knowing all too well by now how easily she could sway me with her dirty touches and crude words. While her fingers tickled my insides so deliciously, the rubber tool pressed further and further through my complaining starfish, stretching it in ways I hadn’t thought possible, twisting and turning so it gave way with small, depraved twinges of pain. With a last, stronger twinge, it slid home, and the smooth feeling of relief when my ass clenched around it and felt its diameter lessening almost made me come. I moaned, first in pleasure, then in frustration, because Bridget withdrew her fingers from my pussy when the intruder was lodged all the way inside my bum and the flat base snuggled in the cleft between my cheeks. I was panting as if I had run five miles. “There, all done,” she announced and tapped the end of the butt plug. The sensation was incredible. I could feel it all the way inside my tummy. “Fuck,” I gasped and wiggled my bum. “Stand up.” I sighed in disappointment but followed her order. Next to her, she had a blue plastic box with a lid, and she now opened it and rummaged through it. When she lifted her hand, it held a red leather strap with a buckle and what looked like a few oval metal ...

... rings dangling from it. “Hold out your hand.” The moment I did, the meaning of the leather strap became clear. She wrapped it around my wrist and threaded the loose end through the buckle, tightening it enough so it wouldn’t come off. It was soft and smooth inside, but one look at the rings, which were actually small carabiners woven into the leather, told me all about it. Restraints! I had watched enough kinky porn on the internet to recognize them. My other arm was equally adorned, then my ankles, and my heartbeat sped up. She appeared to have a lot of these, because she add two around my upper arms, two around my ankles, two right above my knees and another two at the tops of my thighs, and every buckle she closed, every strip of leather that made its presence known, stirred butterfly wings awake between my thighs. She had a belt too, made from the same supple leather but a bit wider, and wrapped it tight around my tummy from behind me. While her body pressed against my back and her fingers nestled with the buckle in the front, her hot breath tickled my ear as she whispered, “You know what these are for, don’t you?” My knees wobbled for a second, “Yes, Bridget.” Her fingers slid down and stroked my pussy, spreading my lips and rubbing gently up and down. They slid easily, finding lots and lots of lubrication. She giggled. “Yes, I think you do. Such a needy slut!” Another strap went around my neck. Shivers raced up and down my body. A collar! I ran a finger along the edge of ...