Shifted

“Now for the second implement.” Diego shifted his attention to the tray again. He picked another vibrator, short but slightly bigger in girth, and curved to accommodate a person’s natural contour. “I must assume you have never tried her nether orifice?” Diego asked Andrew in a flat tone.

“She’s not into that.”

“Would you like to?”

It took him a while to come up with an answer. “Very much.”

“Then you shall take what you desire. She’s your plaything, ready to fulfil every wish you had in mind.” Diego gave Andrew the anal vibrator.

Trix scrambled up from the floor and informed Andrew he must use the proper lubricant before insertion. She advised Andrew which lube to use from the tray, while Diego ordered Nicolla to present herself properly.

Nicolla rolled onto her stomach, ass thrust upward, ready for the taking. The constant thrums from the vibrator made her wet. She pressed her face on the soft lambskin duvet so she could muffle any noise she might make. She was a screamer—she

didn’t know about Kelly. She’d forgotten to ask her the last time they’d been plotting together. Hands caressed her backside and parted her cheeks, keeping her open. Then someone squeezed the lube on the cleft of her ass. The cool, gooey gel coated her puckered anus. Nicolla shivered from the impact. She loved the feeling of lube being applied onto overheated, super-sensitive parts of her body. So lewd. Dirty. And pure as the sex itself.

“Oh.” Nicolla suppressed her moan when Andrew pushed the anal vibrator into her asshole. Her sphincter tightened in reflex, refusing admittance.

“Gentle,” Diego reminded Andrew. “She must be ready to accept it, otherwise you’ll hurt her.”

Nicolla relaxed. Andrew tried a second time. The vibrator slipped into her depths. She clawed the duvet when Andrew turned the toy on. It buzzed on a high setting, sending a delicious hum straight to her spine. Her pussy swelled in heat. Her anus was tormented by the sweet vibrations. Her inner cat became restless, frustrated. Fuck, she cursed in silence. This body was a virgin to pleasure. She didn’t know how long she could manage before she exploded. And judging from Diego’s tone, he had many more activities up his sleeves. She heard rustling sounds and body heat invaded her personal space.

Diego hummed his satisfaction. “We shall proceed to the next step. In what fashion would you like to take her, Mr White?”

Nicolla peeked in Andrew’s direction. He scanned the BDSM furniture in the lounge. His gaze settled on a spanking bench and he announced what he wanted.

“Excellent choice,” Diego agreed. “You heard your master, girl. Remove yourself to that contraption.”

Nicolla dragged herself to the spanking bench. Both vibrators were thrumming in full force and any slight movement, like walking, caused her arousal to teeter on the edge and closer to coming. But she couldn’t come until Andrew allowed her to.

She climbed onto the bench and positioned herself on the apparatus. She lay on her stomach. Her legs were spread-eagled, proffering her ass and pussy in a perfect angle for fucking. She stretched her arms out to her sides. Trix busied herself fastening the clamps on her ankles and wrists. She was bound, helpless and conquered. Dark thrills surged through her as she waited for what would come next. She also wondered if Kelly would enjoy this D/s session, if they weren’t switched.

Her attention riveted to her sex. She didn’t realise that the pink vibrator was equipped with a smart chip. Detecting that Nicolla was distracted and was no longer in the highest arousal, it changed from the buzzing mode into a slow, low pulsing mode. Nicolla let out a long-suffering groan. Her pussy desperately contracted. She gushed more cream and her juice trickled down her thighs as her cunt seared in heat.

“The girl is ready for mounting, Mr White.” Diego had noticed her burning arousal. “Would you like some assistance in getting you ready? Trix is available at your disposal.”

“I-I’m fine, thank you.” Nicolla noted the awkwardness in Andrew’s voice. He wasn’t keen on the idea of being pleasured by a woman other than his own wife. She admired his integrity.

“Very well. As soon as I witness you claim this girl properly, my work here is done. You may remove the anal vibrator.”

Nicolla halted her breath as hands opened her ass cheeks and the buzzing toy slowly slid out of her anus. Her sphincter mourned its loss.

“She is definitely ready. Her lust is abundant, ready for plundering.”

She heard Andrew’s sharp breath, hissing his excitement, and the rustling noise of fabric and zipper. A heartbeat later, the tip of his massive cock pressed against her clenching anus. He felt cool and gooey from the lubricant. Her nipples tightened, a sliver of thrill lancing through her. She remembered only too well how hard it was trying to accommodate Andrew’s girth in her pussy, and now she must take him in her ass. She had nothing against anal sex, in fact, she loved it. But doing it in Kelly’s petite frame would be quite tricky.

Andrew clawed her ass cheeks and thrust. Nicolla yelped instinctively. The ring of her sphincter clenched, denying entrance. But Andrew pressed on until his huge tip speared her open, forcing her to accept him. New fire exploded in her asshole. His hot, throbbing cock burrowed little by little against her unyielding flesh. The pressure was incredible. The initial pain evaporated and was replaced by a nerve-racking pleasure. Her body flamed. Her pussy twitched. She mewled when Andrew slammed home, burying his cock into her forbidden channel until his balls slapped her pussy. His thatch pricked her perineum, sending jolts of electric thrills to her spine. He sighed his pleasure.

“My job here is done,” Diego announced. “I will leave you in privacy.” Nicolla heard footsteps whispering against the carpet and the lounge became silent. The music was off and the only thing she heard was her own heavy breathing and Andrew’s.

“How’re you feeling? Did I hurt you?” Andrew spoke freely for the first time since they’d entered.

“No, Master. It’s incredible.”

“Are you sure? Not even when I fuck you like this?” He pulled out all the way to his tip then thrust back with vehemence. Nicolla cried. The pleasure. The agony. And the maddening feeling from the raw grinding of his cock pulverising her sensitive inner walls. Andrew pulled out again and thrust. A third time. A fourth.

“I love it, please.” Nicolla rasped out her words, and she was sincere. “Harder.” Her pleas served as fuel to the flame. Andrew went ballistic. He gripped her hips and rained a series of vicious slams on her, battering her tender asshole, unleashing his long-suppressed fantasy. He claimed that part of her body as if he was branding his dominance upon her, the marking that made him equal. And Nicolla understood that only too well. “God, it hurts, feels so good, fuck me, Master, fuck me hard.”

Andrew hissed. He thrust harder, reaming her with floods of torrential fucks. Nicolla wailed. If she could move right now, she would rear her ass to meet his thrusts. The pleasure thickened, burning and addictive. Every nerve in her body screamed fire, begging for a release.