Beth and Reid - Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Four

... tension of their sexually charged car trip draining away and leaving in its place a serenity that was so calming and peaceful. She was still aroused, she knew that she still leaked fluids from her puffy lips, and yet she was at ease. They stayed like that for almost twenty minutes, until Reid’s penis began to soften in her hand, not because he was no longer aroused, but because her rhythmic massaging had relaxed him almost to the point of sleep. He placed a hand on her head and she stirred, bringing herself from her trance-like state. She released his testicles, the skin now puckered and pale from their extended tongue bath, and sleepily crawled her way into his arms. They held each other for a long time, breathing deeply and enjoying the skin on skin contact that only lovers can share. It was some time later, Beth thinking that she may have even dozed off for a while that Reid raised his hand to look at his watch. He stirred. ‘We should really start getting ready for dinner,’ he drowsily announced. Beth gave a little defiant moan in protest, not wanting to move from their naked embrace, but realised he was right. She shifted slightly and felt the hard nub of steel of her butt-plug push against her insides. She started a little as during her zen she had forgotten about it altogether as it was now so warm and comfortable within her. Reid noticed her preoccupied look and guessed at her line of thought. His previously sleepy expression was replaced with one of mischief. ‘Oh, ...

... you won’t be taking that out anytime soon,’ he uttered, smiling at the somewhat alarmed expression on Beth’s face. ‘You’ll come to dinner tonight, you’ll make polite conversation with my work friends, you’ll smile and laugh and all the while, you’ll feel that plug in your ass, knowing what a dirty girl you truly are.’ He placed his hand on the external portion of the plug and gave it a gentle tug to emphasise his point. Beth’s breath caught, her relaxed state of mind disappearing in an instant and being replaced with mortification and a velocious return of desire. She couldn’t speak for a moment but nodded dumbly, eventually responding with and almost inaudible, ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good,’ he gave her ass a playful slap and got up, suddenly refreshed and headed towards the shower. Beth gingerly got up as well, now keenly aware of the hunk of metal that prevented her anus from closing all the way. It was not uncomfortable, but its presence was distracting nonetheless, rubbing against sensitive bundles of nerves every time she moved. Reid’s shower was quick, as most men’s were and Beth took over the bathroom for the next hour and a half for the diligent mission every woman faced of ‘getting ready’. She showered, did her hair, applied her make-up and got dressed, all the while trying to suppress the urges that having the plug lodged inside her were creating. She stepped out of the bathroom, ready to go to the Gala and Reid whistled in appreciation. She wore a tight little black dress - ...