Ruby's Tale - Sex Stories

Ruby's Tale

... big.” I pulled at my feet, but they didn’t move.

“You’ll get used to it.” He left the dildo inside me to stretch my insides as he went to the television. “This is the first on your school list. When it’s over, I’ll be back to let you relax.” He put in a DVD and pressed play, then pressed a button on the machine and it started slowly moving in and out of me.

I closed my eyes and moaned as the thickness penetrated me over and over.

“It’s on a progressive setting, it will speed up over the next two hours.” He shut the door and left me there. Two hours!?

The movie was a porn, a horrible story line to get into the sex. Black men were teasing a petite blonde in a bikini by a pool, pulling at her suit to get a peek, taunting her. She finally gave in and took off her top and lay down in the grass. The men descended on her and started sucking her nipples, her fake tits standing straight up for them, sliding her bottoms off and licking her slit.

The machine pushing into me was starting to feel good as I stretched to accommodate it. Watching the men kiss and suck and rub the woman made me wish I had a free hand to rub my clit. Before long, I felt my own juices dripping down my ass and wanted to beg someone to get me off. I was alone. I grunted and moaned in frustration.

I had never had an orgasm without clitoral stimulation and the two-hours of movies were torture. The men were fucking her three holes, cumming all over her body and face, in her mouth. The machine sped ...

... up periodically and was fucking me faster and faster. By the time the last group of men had finished using yet another woman’s holes and covering her in ropes of semen, the machine was jutting in and out of me so fast that I thought I would scream if I didn’t cum. I grunted and whimpered and pulled at the cuffs with frustration.

Grandpa came into the room and turned the TV. He stood there, watching me struggle and groan, covered in sweat, my pussy a sloppy, wet hole being violated at high speed.

“Please!” I screamed.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“I need to cum!”

“Not my job.” He stopped the machine and pushed a button that slowly pulled the dildo out of me. He undid the restraints and I rolled onto my side, panting and trying to slow my breathing.

“I need to cum!”

“Not allowed yet. And if you do make yourself cum, I have a list of punishments I’m to carry out. You don’t want that, I assure you.” He took my clothes and handed me a bag with new clothes in it. “Get dressed, I need you to run into town and get groceries for dinner.” He pulled the dildo off the machine and put it back into the trunk, taking the dildo with him to clean.

He started walking out, “And this door is to remain open unless I shut it. There is no door on the bathroom either. You won’t get much privacy any more I’m afraid.”

I found a towel in the nightstand drawer and wiped the sweat from my body before I cleaned the sloppiness from between my legs. The sheets were soaked with sweat ...