“Don’t you DARE turn around,” came the commanding voice of Richard from behind her. She felt him step up against the bed, and then she felt his hands, as they started at her ankles and slowly ran up her exposed claves, across the back of her knees, continuing up her white thighs, pushing what remained of her skirt up until his hands rested on her exposed ass. “I love this ass. I want this ass. I know that it belongs to Professor, but if he ever gives me permission, I will take it hard and use it for my enjoyment, until I have had my fill.” The heat and desire in his voice was palpable as the words fell from his lips. “But, since I know that I can’t have exactly what I want, I have to want something else, don’t I? SO, I have brought you a little gift. Spread your legs.”
At that command, Amelia, still face down in the soft comforter, spread her legs as far apart as she could, fully exposing her glistening wet opening for him.
“You really are a true Slut, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself. Your body gives you away every time.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he ran his fingers through her wetness. She suddenly felt something smooth being pushed deep inside her opening.
“What is that, Sir?” she cautiously asked in a whisper.
“Just a little gift for you….. And me,” he lightly laughed then leaned forward, and in a harsher tone, whispered in her ear, “And it better NOT be removed or you will experience GREAT pain. Understand, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” breathily exited her lips.
“Good Girl.” And with that, he was out the door.
Amelia, still unsure about what was buried deep inside her, stood up, straightened her clothes and went into the kitchen to refill the bowl of chips and then stepped out onto the deck to rejoin the party. A short time later, she was refilling a pitcher of iced tea when it happened. A sudden, intense and silent vibration emanated from deep inside her pussy. The pulsation took her breath away and caused her to lurch forward and make a huge mess, as a large slosh of tea splashed over the edge of the pitcher and onto the table top.
“Are you OK?” asked Jen, who was standing next to Amelia, getting another drink for herself.
Finding it almost impossible to talk or for her legs to continue to support her, Amelia, leaning against the table, answered with a weak, “I’m fine. Just clumsy.” As suddenly as it had started, the vibration stopped. Amelia caught her breath, regained her leg strength, cleaned up the spilled mess and turned to scan the crowd. There he was, Richard, standing across the lawn, with a mischievous smile on his face. Amelia gave him a “What the fuck?” look and gasped as he reached his hand into his pocket and flashed a small remote control.
To be continued…