Authors: Sindra van Yssel
She drizzled cool lube onto his tiny hole and let it flow down between his cheeks. She probed his ass with her fingers. She had her nails trimmed on her left hand, so that she could push inside without scratching. She held him open with the right, her nails sharp and digging into his flesh.
“I have an extra hand free tonight, my husband. But I still like it when you hold yourself open for me.”
He reached back and pulled his cheeks wide and was rewarded with the feeling of cool plastic at his entrance. He watched while she poured more lube, this time on the dildo. It was the longest thing she’d ever put inside him, ten inches at least. She pushed, and he opened for her.
She purred as she edged past the ring of muscles near his opening and started to slide in easier. “This rubs against my clit, husband.” She seemed to like using the word. “Feels pretty good. You don’t mind if I use you to get off, do you?”
“Not at all, Mistress.” He was being honest enough, but his cock was dripping precum onto the couch, and he could feel the pressure building in his balls. He knew he ought to tell her, but she sounded so into her own pleasure that he didn’t want to distract her.
She reached around and scraped a nail down his cock, and he stifled the urge to scream.
My God, that was intense
. “Don’t worry, my husband. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
She slid in deeper than he’d ever taken anything before, and still there seemed to be more. He wondered if he could take it all, but she pushed forward until he felt overfull. And then, blissfully, she started to withdraw, leaving his muscles to clutch after the dildo. Just a moment ago he thought it too much, but now he longed for its touch deep inside. She pushed back in, and he moaned. “Thank you, my wife,” he said.
“My pleasure,” she cooed. She retreated, ever so slowly, and then slammed into him, rocking him with her body. “Gotta make you ready for some rough treatment, hubby.”
He wondered what she had in mind that was rougher than that. He felt almost ripped open, but he missed her presence when she drew back. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening, and there was Rob, naked, hard. He watched Rob grab Louise’s hair, bent her forward over him, and then Daniel felt a jolt.
He’s inside her. Must be inside her pussy, because no way could he take her ass like that without some prep
. He thought he could feel the man’s balls brush against his backside. Three months ago, that would have spoiled it for him. Now he didn’t care. They were three. With all of them there, they were complete.
Rob rocked in and out of her; she thrust inside Daniel in response. Daniel thought about how the dildo pressed against her clit and moved his hips in rhythm, jolting her as much as he could despite the sweet agony whenever he did so. Her breathing got faster, more desperate, her sighs and moans sweet music to him.
“Now, Louise, come,” Robert said harshly, and she shuddered against him.
“Now, Daniel, now.” She grabbed his cock with her left hand and yanked on it roughly, squeezing hard. He could feel her arm tremble as she jacked him, and it only took two hard strokes before he was coming hard, feeling like he could spurt twenty yards with the violence with which his orgasm overtook him.
Louise clawed at his shoulder, lines of pain blurring with his pleasure, and she screamed. Rob grunted and sighed. At last they all collapsed in a heap against the couch, panting to catch their breath, Louise’s strap-on still lodged deep inside him.
Rob moved back, and then Louise withdrew from him. Daniel turned and sat at one end of the couch. It took Louise a few seconds to take the dildo off, and then she curled up next to him. He held her close. Rob spooned in behind her.
She had the most perfect, most contented smile on her face, as if she was exactly where she belonged, there in the middle.
Which means I too am exactly where I belong. We all are.
Loose Id Titles by Sindra van Yssel
A Haunted Romance
Dom and Domme
In the Middle
Purple Passion
Red Lust
Secretary for Two
The Barbarian and the Witch
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The BONDAGE RANCH Series
Roped In
Pushing Limits
Moving On
Sindra van Yssel
I live in Northern Virginia with my partner, my teenage son, and a lot of fish. For many years I was active in our local BDSM community. Yes, people really do the things people do in my books!
By day I work in a public library, where I get to meet all kinds of readers. I've a soft spot for happy endings and characters who learn more about themselves, but I enjoy torturing my characters along the way, too. Hopefully you'll enjoy watching them squirm as much as I do.
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