The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Five
Mr. Purple proved a lot more challenging to put into my ass. I tried to relax, but I just couldn’t. So, I asked Sir if maybe I could do it myself, just so I could get used to the way it feels going in.
It took a little work, but Mr. Purple was essentially fully lodged in my asshole. I gasped and moved back over to the couch, burying my face in his chest. “It’s super blushy,” I whispered, “I can really feel it.”
“Aww,” he chuckled, “and it’s not even turned on.” He reached behind me and pushed the button, turning Mr. Purple onto the first speed. I gasped and trembled, but it suddenly turned off. This turned into us having to pull out Mr. Purple, adjust the batteries, turn it back on, shove it back in, etc. Turns out we wore the batteries out, so it kept turning off after a minute or so.
He took the condom off of Mr. Purple, washed it off and put it in my pussy. After putting the beads back in my ass (and taking quite possibly one of the blushiest pictures of me that may ever exist), he sent me off to the kitchen to mix him a drink.
I stumbled forward, I was barely able to walk feeling so completely and utterly full. I was wearing a pair of heels and I kept almost spilling the drink as I returned it to him.
He smirked and patted the couch, gesturing for me to sit beside him. “Feeling full, sweetheart?” he asked.
I nodded, my cheeks burning. “Uh huh.”
One time…
daddy gave her a pretty, pink string of beads,
which she wound ‘round her neck like a necklace.
“No, no, silly girl,” daddy chuckled,
“let me show you where these go…”