I cried out some in surprise at the sudden prick of pain that seemed to spread through my sphincter muscles as they clenched in an attempt to expel the hardened stick. Gasping for the breath that seemed to be suddenly snatched from my lungs, a lone tear slipped down my flushed cheek.
As he pressed the stick of butter against me, the whole process seemed to steal away my sense of time … like the stick was being held there for hours. But in reality, the butter was softening quickly so it was only a minute … maybe two at the most before it began to slip past the ring and inside of my virgin ass.
“Oh God …” This was it. He was actually doing it.
I moaned through the cry of surprise that almost made me come up off the bed. Digging my nail into my own ass cheeks, I tried to grasp onto something to keep me from breaking position. A feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before began to send a shudder down my spine. Couple that with the buzzing on my clit and I was beginning to writhe before him on the bed uncontrollably.
He pressed the stick deeper into my ass until he suddenly shifted and pulled it back to show it to me, clucking his tongue playfully in mock disappointment. Regardless of how it had felt, like he had been pressing his arm into me, the stick had only made it an inch or so.
God, how embarrassing; I must come across as some kind of wimpy wannabe slut!
Interestingly enough, the top of the butter had melted some and it now looked much more like a cock head than anything else.
“You want it up your ass deeper, don’t you?”
Gasping, I dared a look back at his face, the blush in my cheeks almost matching the color of my hair. Honestly, I was somewhat ashamed to admit that it was turning me on far more than I had thought it would. I tried chalking it up to the fact that it was HIM that was the one to finally take that part of me that was still in tact …
All I could do was nod with a soft whimper in response.
He pressed the stick against my asshole once again and this time it slipped in almost easily. Sure, it still hurt, but he pressed it harder against me all the same, slowly beginning to move it in and out of to butt fuck her with the butter.
My eyes clamped shut, willing myself to relax as a soft groan erupted from my lips. The buzzing on my clit was starting to get the best of me as I trembled beneath his ministrations. Long lacquered nails dug into my own flesh to keep from letting it go as my whimpers slowly turned into moans.
“Play with your pussy.”
Moaning, one hand moved quickly from my ass to slide between my quivering body and the bed, immediately burying the slender digits into my quivering cunt, pushing deep to elicit a deep guttural groan.
He kissed the back of my neck hotly, pressing the stick deep into my ass this time all the way. I could feel it stretching me as he bit down softly to add to the sensations that were driving me towards my first orgasm.
I cried out and panted for breath as the orgasm suddenly ripped through my entire being, more intense than the ones before as he continued to press against me. My fingers went rigid deep inside as hot nectar began to flood over them and down my palm.
Master just smiled as he watched. I felt so incredibly sexy, oddly even more so as my ass clenched down over what was left of the stick of butter. “Hand me the beads, Chelsea. You didn’t forget about them, did you?” he teased.
I gasped at his words and my breathing came in more rapidly. Glancing back at him momentarily, I could feel the fear well up in me one more time. But I had gotten this far … I could do this; couldn’t I?
“No … I – I didn’t forget,” I croaked softly. I could feel my nectar coated fingers slowly begin to pull out of my spasmming cunt to reach for the beads, a soft whimper escaping as I slowly handed them back to him.
As he took the beads from me, I could feel the butter beginning to drip out of my ass. I moaned softly as he kissed his way up my spine to my neck before kissing me firmly on the lips. My tongue darted out against his for a moment as I felt myself get lost again in the sensations that only he could bring out in me.
“You’re still going to be a big girl about this, aren’t you?” he asked. “I’m going to take your ass again.”
I could only nod in response, swallowing past the nervous lump that was suddenly in my throat. I knew that what he was really building up to was taking my ass eventually himself.
He carefully rolled me over onto my back and kissed his way along my body in a lazy fashion down to my rock-hard nipples. I moaned, my hands moving deftly to his hair, pressing him closer as his lips traversed over my flesh. As he lingered there for a time to lick and nibble, I knew that it didn’t take much for him to get me more than excited enough.
“Stand up,” he said, pulling back just as I started to respond to him nestling between my legs to tease at my swollen lips.
Hearing his words, I slowly rose from the bed with a whimper of desperation until I was standing on trembling legs before him. My hair cascaded down over my shoulders like a curtain of satin as I watched him stand from the bed for a moment and then, in a surprising movement, moved to kneel in front of me.