Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

... open. She pushed something in. Egg-shaped. A vibe. A moment later she switched it on and gave it a shove, seating it deep inside of me. It was on high. It felt… good, if felt good. And it took my mind off of the cock being shoved down my throat. I swallowed or did my best to while Erick kept fucking my face. I felt myself growing warm. And wet. I was going to come. Not right away, but… fuck. With his cock in my mouth. He was pulling my hair. It hurt a little. I liked how it hurt. And calling me names. Bitch. Slut. Whore. I didn’t hate it. After all, they were all true.

And Violet was pressing her finger against my asshole. Pushing slowly, opening me up, twisting her digit into me. Drool dripped down my chin and onto the floor. If I could have moaned, I would have. I was trembling with lust. With ecstasy. Getting closer…

He came. No warning. I felt him twitch and then swell a little and then he shot a load down my throat. It felt like a lot. Not just one, either. Twice more. And then, without warning, he pulled out and shot another all over my face, tugging on his cock with his hand, the head inches away as he spewed one final shot all over my cheeks triggering my own climax. I came hard. Gasping and shaking, my ass smacked back against the bars as the vibe and Violet’s finger violating my ass sent me over the edge. I kept on going, too. My orgasm bled into another and then another until she took pity and pulled her finger and the vibe out. Not that I thanked her for ...

... it. I wanted it to last forever. If I could have sworn, I would have.

And then, the ultimate humiliation. Eric wiped his cock against my forehead before zipping up again and pulling out his wallet. Not sure how much he gave Violet. Whatever he thought I was worth. I really was a whore. Somehow that made it worse. Or better. I was too muddled to make up my mind which. After which she simply led him out of the room. When she returned, she was alone.

“I think that’s enough for today,” was all she said as she went about releasing me, starting with the gag, thankfully. It had grown uncomfortable. As for the rest of me… I was sort of all over from being forced to kneel in the steel cage and from being cropped. And from having a cock shoved down my throat. Violet helped me up, steadying me as I stood, and guided me back to her bed. Sitting me down, she collected photographic evidence of my cum covered face before cleaning it off gently and giving me a playful push so that I was sprawled on top of her bedding once more. This time without the cuffs and rope.

“Such a dirty girl,” she teased, only kissing me after my face had been wiped clean. “You smell like cum. Yuck.”

“Yuck,” I agreed, giggling softly and kissing her back, not protesting when she trapped my face between her hands and gazed deep into my eyes.

“You enjoyed yourself though. I think?”

“Yes,” I admitted shyly. “I think so?”

“Good. You’re in no shape to go home. Stay here with me. I’ll make you breakfast ...