“You were unsure that you wanted to come for me before, weren’t you, sassy girl?” he asked calmly, his voice still low enough that only I could hear.
“Yes, sir,” I answered forlornly, my voice quivering with the intense ache that was tearing through me at a terrifying pace.
“Do you feel sassy anymore, little girl?” he asked. His voice carried and there was no doubt in my mind that it rang out throughout the room.
“No, sir,” I moaned, as my hips rolled, exposing the wetness that had dripped onto my thighs.
“Would you like to come for me now?” he questioned. His tone was expectant and just as loud. The audience would have heard every last word and I blushed hard as I opened my own mouth to answer.
“Yes, sir,” I pleaded. My mouth had gone dry.
“That is the right answer, little girl,” he said softly, and his rough fingers returned to my clit. I rode the painful wave of pleasure until I felt the telltale signs of orgasm gripping at my core and refusing to let go.
“Please, please, please,” I begged. I knew my words didn’t matter, but I said them anyway. I didn’t know if I could handle another painful denial and I sincerely hoped against hope that he would finally grant me the release I so desperately needed.
I never stopped begging.
This time, he didn’t take his fingers away.
I screamed his name as the first tendrils of my release began to burn through me. Scalding hot bliss radiated from deep within my core, consuming me from within. It started off as a slow searing flame, but it grew more intense with every passing second until every muscle in my body was trembling under its power. I desperately tried to escape the potent ecstasy. He didn’t let me. His fingers continued to torture my clit just as hard as they did before, which only served to intensify my orgasm. I didn’t know when it would end, and I didn’t care if it ever did.
My legs spread shamefully wide and just when my orgasm began to finally ebb away, he shoved two fingers roughly inside my pussy. It hurt. My body wasn’t ready for it and a piercing pain radiated deep into my core. My inner walls gripped at his thick fingers and he pumped them slowly in and out of my pussy as I struggled to take them.
My sharp gasps echoed all around me, stark reminders of my shame. I felt my arousal drip down my folds as he thrust in and out of me and I soon realized that he wasn’t going to stop with just a single orgasm.
I’d never come more than once before. I hadn’t even known I was capable of it.
Shock poured over me like a hot shower as I felt the second one developing deep inside me. I whined quietly in fear. The first orgasm had been intense. I had no doubt the second one would be too and there was a growing fear inside me that it was going to be even stronger.
I was right.
He fingered my pussy roughly, thrusting hard over and over. Pain and pleasure were at war inside me and I wasn’t sure which one was going to prevail. Soon though, the differing sensations inside me transformed into one searing sense of arousal that climbed higher and higher. It not only threatened to devour me, it felt as if it was going to destroy me.
My muscles trembled harder, every movement out of my control. My nipples peaked even harder and an explosion of pleasure finally crashed over me. It was even fiercer than I could have imagined, and I screamed as it rattled through me with the power of a typhoon. My entire body radiated with electricity, every nerve igniting with pleasure like I’d never known.
My inner walls milked at his thick digits. I felt every knuckle as he fingered me roughly and I keened as passionate desire rattled through me. Still, when that second orgasm began to fade away, he didn’t stop.
He forced me to orgasm a third time. My legs never stopped trembling and I never stopped screaming. My pleasure was so utterly intoxicating that I found myself arching into each thrust, taking his fingers more deeply with every last one. My mind wanted to resist, but my body refused to comply.
When my third release faded, he paused and pressed his thumb inside me, thoroughly coating it with my wetness. I lay over the stool, thoroughly spent and sore. With a sigh, I caught my breath.
It had to be over now. Right?
He pressed two fingers inside me once more and with his other hand, he spread my bottom cheeks wide open.
I squeaked in surprise. I didn’t know what to do. No one had ever done that to me before.
“Such a pretty little bottom hole,” he mused, and I gasped with embarrassment. The audience was quiet, but I knew they were watching, and it made my body tremble with horrid shame knowing that they could see the last place I wanted anyone to see.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before, naughty girl?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I quickly replied. I hoped he wouldn’t want to be the first, but somewhere deep inside, I knew he was going to be anyway.
He pressed his thumb against my bottom hole and just held it there for a long moment as I quivered with shame. He spread my arousal around my tight virgin hole and then he pressed gently against it, not hard enough to breach it but enough to send a message.
He could touch me when he wanted, where he wanted, and however he wanted.
My pussy tightened down hard around his fingers, giving away just how much that thought turned me on. I tried to stop myself, but a rush of heat followed, and my inner walls gripped down hard on his thick knuckles.