Seduction 34

Seduction 34

With a soft click, the lights come on.  I can’t see a thing; my eyes are fully dilated from the darkness. 

I hear someone’s soft steps. 

“Oh!  MY!  She is gorgeous!” someone says.

I feel a hand on my butt, a soft caressing movement that seems to admire the curve of my buttock, naked under my miniskirt.

A finger slowly caresses my anus. 

“That hook is buried right in there deep, isn’t it, my pet?”

A finger enters my bunny hole. 

“It’s still vibrating nicely!” the voice says.  “She’s really wet!”

The finger withdraws.

A hand fondles my breasts through the fabric of my top.  My nipples are pulled, then rolled.  Two hands crush my boobs.

“Don't think she’s had a boob job.  Incredible ta-tas . . . for being the real thing.  And no piercings or anything that I can see, other than Misty’s brand on her behind.” 

I can almost see now.  But they are behind me.

The gentlest of touches traces my bunny lips. 

“Smooth!  Soft and smooth, just the way I like them!  Misty told me she was gorgeous, but I had no idea just how beautiful her body would be.” 

The woman moves to stand directly in front of me.  It is the person that the head bodyguard said it would be.  Face to face.  I can’t believe it.  She looks better than she does on television, and taller than I remember.  Her eyes hold mine, peering into my soul. 

I am trussed and penetrated and stuffed, and this incredibly famous woman, is looking me straight in the eyes. 

Her hand caresses my cheek.  “Dani, is it?”

I nod, my eyes holding hers. 

We stare at each other for a few more moments.  I feel a sense of trust growing in my heart.

She puts her hand behind my head, pulls me forward, and kisses me.  She releases me and I swing back to where I was.  The hook buried my anus reminds me that it is there.

“Dani,” she says again, as though testing it on her tongue.  “Dani . . . I like that.”

She walks back around to stand behind me.  Her fingers touch me on my bunny again.  Soft, gentle caresses, tracing my lips, then caressing the sensitive skin just beside them.

“Take that egg out of her and let’s see how she does with the pistoning prick fucking her.”

Someone I can’t see delves into me.  I feel fingers slipping past the egg, hooking it, then pulling it out of my bunny hole.  The pain of their knuckles makes me gasp.

I feel myself being moved a bit.  I hear something being pulled behind me.  I feel something cold against my bunny lips.  Somebody’s fingers slip inside me, spreads me open, then I feel the head of whatever it is sliding into my opening. 

It feels huge.  Far thicker than Jon, or Shon, or any of the fifty men that used me that night.

A motor makes a sound and I feel the thick thing move deeper into me.  Then withdraw, then enter me again.

Each time it enters me, it goes farther in.  I feel it . . . going deeper . . . and deeper, until I begin to wonder just how deep my vagina can possibly be.