Page 111 of The Man Upstairs

I warmed her up with my tongue against her lovely slit, sweeping. I tickled her clit with the tip, stopping when she started begging me to suck at her. No. She wasn’t having that yet. Her torment hadn’t even begun.

She tried out her bonds while I lubed up the first of the dildos on the table, but they didn’t give her so much as an inch, wrists bound tight to her ankles. I hitched her legs higher, and she was like a ragdoll, subject to however I wanted to position her. Perfect. Just as I’d imagined while writing the scene.

I worked her pussy with three fingers nice and deep before I gave her the first of the dildos. I curled my fingers into position inside her, teasing the sweet spot, and they were still inside her when I pushed the fake dick in along with them. It was only a small one, but it was enough of a stretch that she cried out.

Her pussy was getting used to be taken, but she was still a tight little girl.

I was blessed with experience enough that my fingers didn’t just take on a life of their own on a keyboard – they took on a life of their own on Rosie, too. I brushed her clit, and twisted the cock inside her, my fingers still curled deep as I found a rhythm, stretching and working her until she was a whimpering bitch with her eyes closed tight.

“Tell me how good that feels,” I said, and her hands fisted in her bonds.

“It’s crazy good.”

“You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you? You want your cunt used deeper? Harder?”

She looked at the camera between her legs.

“Make me the girl in the story,” she said. “I want my cunt used like hers. You know I do.”

Hearing the wordcuntfrom such an innocent mouth always drove me insane, and I took it out on her. I fucked her with a new rhythm, faster and harder, and my good girl took it, panting and bucking until it was time for more of a stretch.

She moaned so beautifully as I eased the dildo and my fingers from her. And moaned again when she caught sight of the next toy in my arsenal, smiling nervously as I slicked it up with a whole palmful of lube. It was in my hand as I lapped at her. I pressed the head of it against her as I gave her the blessing of my lips around her clit, sucking.

“Fuck…” she said. “God yes…”

She’d earned it. I used my mouth in tandem with the thick, heavy toy I eased into her pussy, and she was still fisting her hands, bucking against me as best she could. I circled the thick rubber dick inside her as I sucked, loosening her pussy as she moaned, and I felt her disappearing into the sensations, lost to everything but slutty pleasure as I made her come, slowly, slowly, slowly until she was a horny, slippery wreck, her beautiful body shuddering so nicely.

“Fucking hell,” she said as I eased the big dildo from her, the gape of her cunt like an eager mouth. Such beauty to behold.

She would take my fantasies, and I knew it. I could see it in her happy, dirty smile as I showed her the slick dildo and ran my tongue up it, savouring the taste.

Her eyes were wide, breaths still short. She knew what was coming next. I was following the script to the letter.

I pushed the dildo back into her, deep in one thrust. She squirmed and whimpered, and I fucked her with it, thumping it deep, loving the way she squelched for me. I let her clit recover before playing there again, rising myself from the floor to suck at her nipples as the dildo slammed her cunt.

I picked up the pace with the dildo, and she fell into it, panting so hard, and it was a divine delight to lick my tongue up her face as she shuddered and cried out and came for a second time.

This time I yanked the dildo from her, ensuring both myself and the camera caught sight of her gaping hole.

“My God, Rosie you look…”

“Adorable,” she said, repeating the word I’d used in the chapter.

“Exactly that,” I said.

“When are you going to fuck me?” she asked, smiling in the lusty headspace.

“You know when,” I said. “We’ve barely even started.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she said.

She had definitely been soaking in the story. She knew what lay ahead.

“I want your cum in me,” she said, nerves lost to the pleasure. “I want you to fill me up like you promised.”

“You’ll get everything I promised,” I told her. “Just be a good slut and take it.”

My fucking God, how I worked her. Toy after toy, slick with lube. I kept her clit on the edge, not caring how much she panted or begged for another release. Her next climax was going to be from within. I changed the angle of the latest dildo, sharp, and she was crying out with every thrust, tense with the need to come.