anal play – Ivy

The Exam, Part One

She squirmed a little on the crinkly paper of the table. “Daddy,” she said in her smallest voice, “I’m scared.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart,” Daddy said, stroking her hair and adjusting her headband. “I’ll be right here the whole time. And we’re only here to do what’s best for you.”

“That’s right,” said the doctor, closing the door behind him and flipping through her chart. “I’m sure this is all going to be quite routine, young miss. We’ll get you taken care of in no time, and then your daddy can take you out for a treat. Won’t that be nice?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

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So doctortease is an amazing writer but also like a total meanie.

So, I don’t know. If you wanna go support a meanie, go read this story because maybe I touched myself to it and then noticed the tag at the bottom and was like “you fucker” whatever maybe not who cares.

The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Six

He had me get down on my knees and suck him off while he had his drink. Every so often, he’d pull me all the way down on his cock and make me stay there, gagging. I was proud of myself for taking it and letting him choke me on his cock. Confessedly, I like that feeling a lot.

After a little bit, Sir removed Mr. Purple from my pussy and slid the beads out of my ass. He showed me how sopping wet Mr. Purple was and had me lick it clean before setting both toys aside.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said as he bent me over the couch so that I was on my hands and knees. My cheek rested against the back and my feet hung off of the cushion. “Such a good girl you’re being.”

He curled his hand into my hair and fucked me hard. I was so eager I thrusted back against him, and he teased me for how blatant and needy I was being. But, he let me cum and finished on my back, rubbing it in.

“Now go get yourself cleaned up and ready,” Sir said, pulling me up to my feet. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.” A check in the mirror confirmed that my mascara had run down my cheeks and my hair was a complete mess.

I hadn’t planned on sharing what I was getting ready for. But Sir asked me to be a very brave girl and write about it, so you all will see soon. It’s gonna be really, really blushy.

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.”

littlelaneykink:

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…”

The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Four

The following evening, after Sir and I went out to the movies, we wound up back at his place and he said that he wanted to train my ass. I’m the queen of squirming out of anal play, but I had offered to him that during this trip I would let him at least get the anal beads that he bought me up there. We’d only used them once before and I was super shy about it and insisted I pull them out myself.

But, while I was lying across his lap and he was applying lubricant to the beads and my asshole, Sir told me he also intended on trying to get Mr. Purple in there, too.

“He’s not gonna fit!” I pouted.

Sir placed his hand at the curve of my back to calm me, “it’s made for assholes. It will fit just fine if you relax.”

While Sir started to slip the beads in, I focused on my breathing. The strand is silicone, I believe, with about ten beads that increase in size. I tried to count as each one went in, but Sir would pull them back out ever so often to get me accustomed to taking them.

Usually, at the earliest sign of feeling uncomfortable or out of control, I would have made him stop. But, I tried to trust that he wouldn’t hurt me. He checked in regularly to make sure I was feeling all right, and only stopped when I literally felt so full I couldn’t take another.

“You took eight out of ten. I’m very proud,” he replied. He had me get up and walk around, making me explain to him exactly how it felt. I got back over his lap and he pulled them out while I buried my face in his couch.

“Okay, darling,” he continued, applying more lubricant to my asshole, “time for Mr. Purple.”

Full Service, Part Seven

Craftsmate rolled me back over onto my stomach, setting the vibrator back underneath me and turning it on low. Carefully, he pulled the plug out of my ass. However, I got a bit too excited and clenched on it as he was pulling it out, which resulted in it feeling awful unpleasant.

Gently, he pushed a finger into my ass and started sliding it in and out. I moaned, burying my face in the sheets as he turned the vibrator on high.

“Come on,” I mumbled, my voice barely a whine. “Just fuck me, please.”

I craned my neck to look over at him. He was smirking, a little sparkle in his eye as he pumped his finger a little harder. “Fuck me, who?” He turned the vibrator off and set it aside.

“Oh, God, please fuck me, Sir,” I whined, squirming against his finger. Suddenly, he withdrew it and I heard him ripping a condom wrapper open.

He tugged my body to the edge of the bed and entered me with a rough thrust. With his hips, he pushed my legs further apart and started pounding into my cunt. Despite the way my body was being rocked against the bed and my efforts to thrust back against him, I managed to rest my head down on the sheets and felt myself grin.

It’s so nice when you get what you want.