Warehouse Ghosts Part 1 - Sex Stories

Warehouse Ghosts Part 1

... more aggressive than normal. ‘What’s gotten into me?’ ‘You’re a filthy whore.’ ‘You need to be pounded.’ ‘Fuck yourself.’ As my legs got sore and the voices goaded me on, I leaned back, surprised when I felt something near my other entrance. Turning behind me, I saw my 7” friend, glass with textured designed around the outside. It was probably one of my most expensive toys and before I could even figure out how it’d gotten on my bed the voices were back. ‘You need to be filled.’ ‘Stick it inside of you now.’ ‘All you’re good for is fucking.’ ‘Lick it first, whore.’ A small part of me was worried with how vulgar my thoughts were becoming but I couldn’t deny that at least some part of me responded to them. For the first time, I licked the glass dildo, wrapping my lips around it, not even sure why. Almost unceremoniously I felt something push against the end of it, shoving it further into my mouth until I gagged. I pulled it out immediately, both surprised and a tad bit frightened. Before I could think anything of it, another sudden burst of power from my vibrator startled me. Was I still using it? I was surprised at how dextrous I’d become not even aware of my hand moving it. ‘Fuck yourself.’ ‘Shove it in.’ ‘Take it all whore.’ There was so much urgency now in the words, I didn’t even have time to think about it, and the next thing I knew I was shoving it all inside of me. “No. Stop. Slower.” I was forcing it all in, almost viciously, not even sure why I’d spoken the words ...

... aloud. It was my toy, I was in control, so why was I being so forceful? I steadied my hand, gently edging it in one inch at a time. It’d been a while since I’d used the toy, and while it wasn’t too big, it still needed to be worked in. ‘Tell us how good it feels.’ ‘Tell us how much you like being stuffed.’ ‘Tell us you’re a good little whore…’ I’d never been vocal before, not even in bed, but as the voices demanded it, I felt a need to respond. “It feels good… so good…” I wasn’t used to speaking aloud, not even sure what kinds of things I should be saying. I gazed at myself in the mirror as I worked it slowly in. I never inserted it all the way, but like earlier I felt something push it further up. “I feel… So full…” For a second I felt like someone had grabbed my nipples, but I knew no one was in the apartment with me. ‘You can do better than that…’ ‘Speak louder whore.’ Almost without my control my other hand holding the vibrator moved back onto my clit and my hand began pulling out the dildo and shoving it back in. “It feels really good… so… so fucking good…” I felt my orgasm building, and I winced at how harshly I was thrusting it in. “Gentler… slower…” Again I wasn’t sure why I’d voice the words, I was the one in control. ‘You can take it.’ ‘You like it rough, slut.’ I felt something akin to hands on my nipples and for a second I felt like something had prodded my ass. As I pounded the glass dildo in me, harder and deeper than ever before, I felt the settings on my vibrator ...