A Romantic Interlude

 Amanda wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not at 9a.m. on a Saturday.  She had been longing around in a flannel shirt her boyfriend Paul had left over her place some weeks ago when the doorbell rang.  It was a over-sized shirt, hanging down past her crotch and hiding her cotton panties from view, but she was still a little embarrassed to be answering the door that way, but she didn’t really have time to go grab anything else.

She acted casual, nonchalant, as though the delivery man’s eyes weren’t staring up her bare legs and mostly revealed thighs and that his gaze wasn’t shifting back to the hefty cleavage she was showing with the top few buttons undone.  She had a great figure: sleek, smooth legs, curvy hips and waists, and full, round breasts that filled out any outfit, including a big, over-sized shirt.

She took the flowers and signed for them, all the while making sure the delivery man got a good view of her tits.  After all, if they were on display, she might as well flaunt them.  Once he was gone, she checked the card and grinned.  Paul, of course.  They were going out tonight, he said he had made some nice plans for them, but this was surprise.

Looking forward to tonight.  There’s gift for you at the Pleasure Chest.  Make sure to pick it up by 10:00.

Love you,

Paul

Amanda nearly swooned.  What a sweet-heart he was, so loving and caring and considerate.  He treated her with love and respect, and he adored her.  Everything about him seemed to compliment her.  She was lucky to have found him; at 32, she was wondering if she would ever find someone who suited her so well.  She never imagined she would find such a partner in a man who a couple years younger then her.

She had plenty of time to change before needing to go to the Pleasure Chest.  She had a quick breakfast and a rinse in the shower to wake herself up; she didn’t bother to shampoo or anything.  She would do that tonight before their date.

The Pleasure Chest was one of two local adult stores, and the one Amanda preferred.  It was manned with young college student types who were always smiling and happy to chit-chat and offer advice or opinions on the stock.  The layout was clean and pleasant, very open for casual browsing.  There was a great selection on risqué clothing, toys, and decent porn movies and magazines.  Often frequented by couples, it was a pleasant experience shopping there.  The other store – well, that was the epitome of the hole-in-the-wall drab porn shop.  Small and tight, dirty, with old leering men at the counter who ignored the men and stared at the women – not that there were ever many females in that place.

Amanda was a little curious about this present however.  The only thing she could think was some sort of naughty underwear he wanted her to wear tonight.  She would do so willingly, without hesitation.  Not only would it turn him on for her to be naughty like that, but it made her feel sexy too, and any thing she could do something to arouse Paul was an aphrodisiac for her as well.

She walked up to the counter.  A young woman and man were standing on the other side, talking away as a few people flittered about the story.  Not much traffic on a Saturday morning, nor would she have expected there to be.

“Good morning!” the girl said, perky and full of energy, flashing her bright teeth in a grin.  “What can I help you with?”

“Hi, uh – I’m Amanda Lanie.  I, uh, think my boyfriend bought me something he wanted me to pick up.”

The girl’s eyes widened; she brightened, if that were possible, even more.  “You’re Amanda?  You are a cutie!”  The girl giggled and reached under the counter.  She set a wrapped package down before her and stepped back.  It wasn’t privacy, but Amanda realized the girl was giving her a little space.

Amanda flushed a bit, but began to unwrap the present.  She undid the knot and ripped through the wrapping.  The box was full of tissue paper, which she peeled away in layers to reveal, to her surprise, no clothing at all.  It was a thick metal butt plug with a large stem – the base, however, was not just a flat foot, but a large round worked metal design, full of intricate swirling patters and small gem-stone studs.  This was not just a butt plug, but a very beautiful piece of ass jewelry.

The sales-girl giggled again.  “Those are so cool!  I want one so bad, but they are expensive.  It would drive my boyfriend wild to pull down my panties and see that thing right there in my asshole.”

The guy next to her nodded, wide-eyed.  “Hell yeah!  Even better would be seeing it poke through the underwear.  Just the outline of it against the fabric.”

“Or seeing it through the underwear – I have a lacey pair that would so show that off!  Or a thong!”

Amanda, a bit flushed from having her sex life so prominently displayed for the store and chatted about, picked up the card inside the box.  The handwriting was not Paul’s – it was curvy and legible and feminine.  Amanda had the suspicion it was the writing of the story clerk, which meant she knew what it said.

Make sure to put this in immediately, and you are not to take it out until I tell you that you can – under no circumstance at all.  You can use the dressing rooms, and if you need held, just ask one of the clerks.  Once it’s in, head over the Dorsais’s.  You have an appointment at 11:00.

With Love,

Paul

Amanda smiled as she read it, unable to contain her smile.  When she looked up, she saw both clerks were grinning too, the girl having an added excited bounce to her as she looked at her.

“Oh!” the girl said, as a thought popped into her head.  “He got this for you to.”  Reaching under the counter, the girl produced a small bottle of Astroglide and set it on the counter.

“I need to use your dressing room, if I may,” Amanda said, her voice low from the light embarrassment of the situation.  She didn’t mind any of this, really, it was just such a surprise for her; she never would have thought she would be sliding a fancy bejeweled butt-plug up her ass in an adult toy store today.  It was very exciting.

“No problem.  Just in the back through the curtain,” the man told her, pointing to the rear of the store.

“You need help with that?” the female clerk asked, far to excited for it just to be a professional courtesy.

“Thanks, but no.  I think I manage on my own.”

“Okay!”  There was no diminishing that girl’s spunk, it seemed.  “If you do, just give us a holler.”

Amanda smiled as she passed through the curtain.  She could just imagine herself calling out from inside, “Excuse me, I actually do need help getting this butt-plug in my ass.”  The thought made her giggle to herself.

Once inside the room, Amanda stripped off her jeans and underwear.  She could have just pulled them down to her ankles, but it was much more fun to take them off completely.  She held the metal plug in her hands for a few moments, letting her body heat warm it.  She felt so naughty and free standing naked from the waist down in the changing room, holding her butt plug.  It really was quite lovely, and large.  She was sure it would take a bit of effort to get it in, but she was sure she could do it herself.

She squirt a good puddle of lube into her hand and smeared it in the crack of her ass.  It felt so good and warm, just rubbing the slick liquid across her hole, and she spent much more time then she needed rubbing her fingers up and down her crack, wiggling her digits against her anus.  It felt so good, so naughty and delicious.  She knew Paul was thinking about her right now, imagining her doing this – playing with her ass in a changing room, about to insert her new toy up her back passage.  His cock would be hard thinking about it, and her pussy was getting wet thinking about him thinking about her.

She pushed on finger into her ass, biting her lip to stifle the moan.  It felt so good, she continued to worm it further and further up her shitter until she couldn’t press it in anymore.  She fingered her ass a few times before adding another finger, and then another, and a fourth.  She might have been able to fist her own ass now, but she didn’t have the time for that now.  She pumped herself a few more times, letting the electricity course through her body with every move of her hand in her hole.

When she finally, reluctantly, withdrew her hand, she began to smear her plug with the lube, making sure to get it well coated.  She decided to do it right and lowered herself onto her knees and leaned forward, thrusting her ass into the air, aimed directly at the full-length mirror so she could watch her ass devour the toy.

She touched the warm tip to her relaxed hole, a shiver quaking her body for a moment as the excitement mounted.  She pushed a little; the tip slid in quite easily, but before even half of the widening plug was inside of her, she was meeting some resistance.  As much as her pre-playing had relaxed and opened her up, it had not been enough, and she had to apply some pressure to keep it moving deeper into her bowels.

The feeling of it widening her asshole, of the thickness spreading apart her tight little anus, was absolutely thrilling.  She kept constant pace, and even pushed out with her ass to try to accommodate the thing invading her.  She was pushing harder and harder with every bit that slid in.  It was getting to be too much, but even the sting of it stretching her so wide was utterly delicious.

Paul knew it would not be easy for her to take something so large, but then he also knew she would enjoy the challenge, and the stretch.  And Amanda wanted it inside of her so bad – not just because it felt so damn good to take it, but because Paul wanted it inside of her.  That was enough for her, and she would have taken a plug twice as big as this one if that is what he had left for her. 

She shifted her position from leaning forward so she could watch it slide into her, to leaning back.  The jeweled end connected with the floor, and held steady.  Amanda sat her for a moment, letting her hole get accustomed to the size it was holding.  And then, taking a deep breath, she settled her weight down on it, forcing the rest of the plug up through her puckered hole with one swift shot.  Once the girth was inside of her, her ass slowly closed around the neck, sealing the thick thing inside.  She was amazed at how large it felt in her; she could feel it when she rubbed her fingers along her pelvis, and even as she stood, it rubbed wonderfully against the walls of her rectum, tantalizing her.

She checked out her ass in the mirror.  It did look sexy, that beautiful metal disk setting in the middle of her round ass cheeks.  Her butt jewelry.  And it was heavy, too; pressing down on her anus from the inside.  She felt like had to keep clenching her hole to keep it inside of her.

It was not easy to put her cloths back on with it inside.  Every movement of her body caused it’s presence to be known in the most arousing way.  And once her panties were on, when she walked, the shifting fabric caught the metal base and made the whole plug wiggle inside of her, teasing her hole and her rectum with every step.  She was getting more aroused by the second.

“How did it go?” the girl at the counter asked when Amanda finally emerged.  The store was empty save for her and the two clerks.

“Very well.”

“Took a while,” the girl noted, smiling pleasantly still.  “I bet it feels great.”

“Um, yeah, it does.  Uh, can I use your bathroom?  Need to wash my hands.”

“Oh sure, no problem!”  The girl led her into the back to the employee restroom so she could wash up.  “Take your time – no rush!”

Amanda flushed again as the girl walked off.  She really did just want to wash her hands clean, but she figured the clerk thought she wanted to take care of more then just her hands.  Amanda knew better, though.  She was in no hurry to cum at all; it would be so much better tonight with Paul then it ever could be here alone in this bathroom.

On her way out, Amanda thanked the clerks for their help, and then was off for her next appointment.

Dorsais’s was a very up-scale elaborate establishment, featuring all the best in beauty regimes, spa treatments, and hair styling.  She couldn’t imagine what was in store for her upon arrival, but she knew it was going to be a treat.

She walked up towards the receptionist, who seemed to be taking offense to the way she was dressed – it was very obvious that her clothing was not up to par with the rest of the patrons.

“Can I help you, Ms?”

“Yeah, I have an 11:00 appointment.”

“Mmhmmm,” she said, eyeing her up.  “Name?”

“Lanie.  Amanda Lanie.”

The receptionist smiled at her.  “Ms. Lanie.  I should have known.  The surprise gift.  I have an envelope her for you.”  The lady handed it over, smiling pleasantly now.

Inside was another card.

My love,

Enjoy your day of pandering and pleasures.  They will be doing a hair cut, color if you want, a full body massage, and a total spa treatment.  Relax and refresh for tonight.

Paul

She was melting right there as she read those words.  What a sweet-heart!

The receptionist was grinning now.  “We have a personal stylist set aside of your to do your hair.  And then you get to choose your activities – we have five different types of facials, mud baths, skin rejuvenators, tanning booths, and all.  It’s all included.  You can change in the room there – where is a robe on the hook in the room 12.  Just leave your cloths there; we’ll take care of them for you.”

Amanda was grinning from ear to ear as she slipped into the changing room and stripped off her cloths, setting them in the basket.  She donned her robe and was off for her spa treatment.

She started, as was suggest by the receptionist if she decided to go this route, with the waxing first, so any puffiness would be gone by the time she was done at the spa.  Her attendants had her lie back on one of the most comfortable sofas she had ever been on as they swarmed around her, applying wax to various spots on her face and all up and down her legs, ribbing off every bit of hair.  Without warning, she felt the hot fluid on her pubic mound; she was surprised, not having realized she had agreed to a Brazilian wax when she went in for this, she let them continue.  Paul was in for a surprise tonight.

After her hair was forcibily removed from her body, leaving her pussy completely bald and baby-butt smooth, she decided to go with a facial and a soak in the warm mud bath, during which they fed her a light, but very tasty lunch.  It felt wonderful to sit there, cucumber slices on her eyes and her new plug up her ass.  She wiggled from time to time, just to feel the large, heavy thing shift inside her rectum.  She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.

Amanda was a bit surprised to find that, after her soak, she was going to be sponged clean by couple lovely young attendants.  She stood naked from her bath and stepped into the warm bath water prepared for her.  She flushed to think they might have noticed something protruding from her rear, but if they did, neither said anything – and how wonderful it felt when their sponges brushed up against the base of her plug!  It made her shiver with lust and desire.

Once clean, she was given a long relaxing massage by a very handsome young man named Liam.  Liam had have soft but strong hands, and he worked the kinks and knots out her muscles, relaxing tension she wasn’t aware she even had.  Amanda laid on her stomach throughout most of it, her towel draped across her otherwise bare ass.  While Liam never removed the towel, his hands did drift under it to massage her glutes and thighs.  His kneading touch made her moan in a very obviously sexually excited way.  Amanda could smell her arousal, and she was sure Liam could as well.

Naughty images kept flittering through her mind.  She imagined him standing just in front of her, massaging her shoulders.  She reached out and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.  It was hard, of course, and long and thick and pulsing with desire.  He would lean in, shoving it down her throat and slowly, with long strokes, fuck her mouth.  And after a while of that, she would roll over on her back.  She would keep her head back so he could still fuck his lovely meat down her gullet, but how his strong hands were working her tits, squeezing and kneading her heft mounds with all of his strength, getting her more and more excited, until she erupted in a massive climax.  He would continue fucking her mouth and punishing her boobs with those iron hands of his until he pulled out and shot his load all over her face and tits and in her mouth.  She would just be plastered with it, there as so much cum.  She would lick it up and spread it all over.  Her second facial of the day at the spa.

She was so turned on by the time her massage was over, she felt like she had peed herself, and maybe she had.  She could have cum just from having Liam squeeze her tits hard enough at this point, of that, she was sure.

Her spa treatment came to an end with a new haircut, manicure, pedicure, a coloring, which just added some deep auburn highlights to her chestnut brown hair, but still the effect was breathtaking, and some make-up.  Just as she was getting her cloths back to get changed, the receptionist came up to her with an envelope.  Opening, she found another note.

Dearest,

Don’t put your underwear on.  I got something better for you; go pick it up at Desiré.

All my love,

Paul

How like him to make such a request.  Here she was, her cunt soaking wet and on fire with desire, a thick plug up her ass, and tits that wobbled and bounced uncontrollably, and highly noticeably, when not in a very a supportive bra.  Just the idea on not putting her panties or bra on made her shake.  God, he knew exactly what to do to her.

Desiré was a very up-scale lingerie store, selling things from the exquisitely elegant to the risqué and debauched.  It wasn’t surprising he would get something for her there, but she had no idea as to what it could be.

It was a quick drive, though it was very hard to concentrate with the fire in her crotch and every turn or bump making her plug vibrate inside of her and her tits jiggle unhindered.

She approached the counter; two gorgeous young women were conversing to themselves, each dressed in very posh business suites and looking like models.  They both turned to her at once and smiled the same fake, happy smile that sales people do.  One was about to ask if she could help her, when the other spoke up.  “Ms. Lanie?”

“Um, yes, actually.”

“Right on time, Ms. Lanie!  I thought it would be you.  We have a package for you.”  The girl handed her a wrapped box, which Amanda opened right at the counter.

Inside was a beautiful black and silver mesh and lace strapless corset with garter straps, a very small pair of panties, and black stockings to match.  It was so perfect, and so perfectly her, too, that it made her melt to think of him in there picking it out for her, finding her something they would both adore.

Of course, there was a card inside.

Amanda,

Put this one, babe, then head over to Michelain’s.

Love,

Paul

“Oh, that is so sweet!” one of the girls behind the counter squealed.  “You going to try it on?”

Amanda smiled at her.  “I have to.  I think I’m supposed to wear it tonight.”

Both girls squealed and giggled and bounced around, their smiles now very genuine.  They pointed her towards the changing room, and Amanda took her new lingerie in with her and started getting changed.

The panties where smaller then any she had worn before, and they were snug, but comfortable, though the tightness did make the end of the plug stick out against the fabric quite obviously and it forced the metal thing a little deeper inside of her.  The stockings were a perfect fit, and very comfortable.  She was very glad she had gotten her legs waxed at the spa earlier that day.

The corset was a perfect fit and gave a little more curvey definition to her already voluptuous body.  Her tits were squeezed together and lifted up, making quite a show of her cleavage, and it wasn’t even tided yet.

Just as she was about to poke her head out and see if she could find a sales assistant to help her, one of the girls at the counter knocked on the door.  “Ms. Lanie?  Do you need help tying the corset?”

“Um, yeah, actually.”  Amanda turned to face the mirrored back wall as the girl came in.  She noticed the sales girl eyeing her up, appraising her body and how she looked in the corset – very professional and not at all checking her out.  Her eyes narrowed when she got to Amanda’s butt, as if trying to make something out.  And then they went wide and she quickly looked away as she realized what she was seeing.  Amanda bit down a grin.

The girl pulled tight on the strings and began to tie.  Pull, tie, pull, tie.  She was very good at pulling tight, but still keeping it comfortable and her hands moved with great deftness as she worked.  Amanda was not the first girl with one had laced up.  Once done, Amanda looked herself over in the mirror.  She couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful she looked and felt, and how sexy.  She couldn’t wait to show Paul her new look.  And show him how much she appreciated his gifts.

Amanda attached her garters, admired herself a little while in the mirror, and then was back in her street cloths on her way to Michelain’s, one of the more luxurious gown stores in the area.  And once there, she walked up to the counter and told the sales clerk her name, which resulted in more giggles and laughs.  This time there was no box, but she was escorted into the back room, the VIP changing room.

When told, Amanda stripped off her outwear, revealing her new lingerie.  She felt very bold and sexy, standing in the VIP room in her stockings and corset and small pretty panties.  The dressing girls marveled at her a moment and grinned.

“Did he get you that, too?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah,” Amanda replied, beaming.  “I just came from getting it.”  She told them of her day, though she omitted her first stop at the adult store; the girls were as bouncy and happy as she was.

“Wow.  He’s got a great eye,” one of the girl’s said, lifting a black and silver skirt up; the  color and style of the dress matched perfectly that of her corset.  The girls held the skirt while Amanda stepped into it, and then pulled it up around her waist.  It fit snuggly over her hips and thighs, revealing her sleek, shapely body with enticing clarity.  The skirt was sleek and smooth and hung strait down to her ankles; one side had a very high slit, all the way up to the top of her stockings, but it didn’t hang open and so, was still rather discreet and sexy.

“You look amazing!”

“Yeah, perfect fit!”

“And he got you these!”  The girl held up a pair of the cutest black high-heels, strappy and studded with sparklies.  They were so right for this dress, it was remarkable.

“And that’s not all,” another one spoke.  She was dressed in a very sharp business suit, looking dapper and professional.  A bit more mature, she looked every bit the regal hostess of such a classy establishment.  Amanda guessed her a manager of some sort.  She was carrying a few small boxes in her hands – velvet jewelry boxes.  “We have these for you, too.  They are from David’s.”

Amanda knew that name – it was not a cheap jewelry store.  Not at all!

The manager opened the boxes in turn, revealing gorgeous diamond earrings, bracelet, and necklace, all set in white gold and looking absolutely dazzling as the clear, sparkling stones caught the light.  Amanda was breathless as she was handed each piece in turn and she put them on.  Turning to admire herself in the mirror, she could hardly recognize the woman looking back at her – she looked like a star, a celebrity!

The older woman spoke again, “Ms. Lanie, I hate to rush you, but I’m afraid we’ve fallen a little behind schedule.  You’re car is already here.”

“My car?”

“Oh yes!  There is a limo here to take you the to the restaurant!”

Amanda nearly swooned.  The lady took her arm and lead her out through the store down and out to the back limousine waiting outside, driver already holding the door open for her.

“Have a good evening, Ms. Lanie,” the woman said as she helped her into the car.  And then the car was off, whisking her away.

Amanda couldn’t help grinning as she sat in luxury, pampered and outfitted like a queen, sipping fine Champaign in the back of the beautiful car.  It was like a fairy tale come true!  And all the while, she was intimately aware of the heavy, thick plug still sitting in her rectum, shifting with every turn and making her desperate for release.

The chauffer opened the door for her at the restaurant, where she was met by a young host regaled in a splendid tux, who took her arm and led her down the carpet and into the building.

“Ms. Lanie, your date has already arrived and taken a seat.  He asked that bring you to him immediately upon your arrival.”

“Oh, thank you!” she smiled, blushing.

He led her in through the beautiful ballroom decorated in refined splendor and simply oozing of wealth and luxury.  The massive room was only speckled with tables, leaving each like a small island of cozy privacy.

Paul was sitting at one, his black hair perfectly groomed and his broad frame dressed in a refined suit, one she had never seen and was no doubt new.  He stood when he saw her approach, his eyes wide as he drunk in her glow and appearance.  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles as her escort pulled her seat out for her.  Paul held her hand as she sat, peering deep into her eyes.

Neither spoke as the host poured for her a glass of wine, Paul already having one laid out before him, and then the host was gone, leaving them a few moments alone.

“You look beautiful, darling.”

“Thank you.  I had the most wonderful day today.”

“I’m glad.  I’m sure your evening will be equally enjoyable.”

“I have no doubt of that.  More surprises for me?”

“A few, yes.  And at least one more present for you.”

“At least?”

Paul grinned.  It was a pleasant, warm smile that just glowed in his eyes and radiated from his face.  It was a smile that put people at ease and made them trust him.  But there was a tinge to that smile, a small subtle nuance that Amanda had learned after a few months of dating him.  There was something wicked playing about in his mind, and it crept every so slightly into his face, now.  She could read it, and it excited her.

“Do you want your present now, or would you rather wait?”

Amanda struggled with herself over that one, but with her passions fueled, her body in absolute longing, and being just a bit loosened by her glass of Champaign, her impulsive side won out.  “Now.  Please.”

Paul pulled out from under the table another wrapped package.  It was over a foot and a half wide, maybe eight inches deep, and two inches thick.  He handed it to her, and Amanda slowly peeled away the wrapping, being very neat and precise, considering her current surroundings.

She was confused when it was a lovely wooden box, a deep, dark ebony with golden hinges and latch.  Very elegant and beautiful in its simplicity.  She opened the box and peered inside, her eyes going wide at the sight of the treasures held within.  She was beaming, ecstatic, and in a single instant a hundred fold hornier then she was before looking inside.  She actually moaned, softly, with obvious lust and desire as she viewed her gift.

“For tonight,” Paul said, which made her moan again.

  “I’m not sure I can wait, Paul.”

“You’ll have to, my love.  We have a lovely dinner just about to start. And you’ll have to sit here through it all, knowing what is in that box, and waiting for it.”

She bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, a third soft groan escaping her lips as she did so.  Just the pressure of her thighs held tight made her body shiver with pleasure and desire, and her panties were soaked right through the instant she closed her legs.

“You wanted to open it now,” Paul noted, a wry smile playing about his lips as he sipped his wine.

“I know,” Amanda sighed, not trusting her voice above a whisper.  She rocked in her seat to tease her ass with the plug.  “Oh god, Paul.  I may just cum sitting here thinking about it.”

“If you like.  You are free to do so.”

She closed her eyes a moment and breathed deep, slow breaths to try to calm herself, to bring herself down from the edge.  She enjoyed savoring this complete arousal, and she did not want to cum without Paul’s cock inside of her.  She would wait it out as long as it took.

Paul had already ordered for them, and their meals were soon started.  A five course, five star restaurant, it was not a fast evening.  Everything was done with deliberate slowness, each meal just enough to curb a bit of hunger, with ample time in between each serving for them to get that hunger back.  Amanda did her best to sit up straight and still, to look glamorous and radiant and elegant, when inside she felt like a voracious, horny slut.  She took her time with each bite, letting the pace of the evening continue to tease her, when all she wanted to do was rip off her skirt, crawl across the table, and mount Paul’s cock as he sat.

It was between entrées and dessert that Paul stood and asked her to dance with him.  Amanda’s eyes went wide, and she blushed a little.  There was a dance floor, but very few people on it.  They would definitely be the center of attention if they were out there.

He was standing next to her, his hand out to her, so she kept her voice low when she spoke.  “Paul, I’m not sure I can dance right now.  Even if my legs were steady, I have the plug inside me.  I don’t think – “

Paul’s blue eyes were like steel.  “I told you to dance with me.  Now get up.”

Amanda did as she was told.  She did not ignore that tone when Paul used it; she obeyed.  Taking his hand, she strolled out to the dance floor trying her best to stay steady and calm.  Her legs felt weak from the intense heat in her loins, and every step teased the heavy metal object in her ass, adding fuel to the fire.

And then, Paul took her in his strong arms and held her firm in a first position.  His eyes locked with hers, and a flickering smile played about his face.  His body was rigid and impassive, like stone, and his strength made her melt into him.  Her nervousness flooded away in a rush of love and desire.  If Paul wanted to dance, she would dance with him, and she would make sure that her every move was a display of her, so that all could see what a beautiful woman this man had with him.  She would show off to all of them his strength and power over her so that anyone watching would know she was his, totally and completely, and that he was to be worshipped, and that she did on the dance floor.

They had both known how to dance before they even met, but both were a little out of practice.  That first time he drew her out to the dance floor and held her in his arms, Amanda just melted.  He so easily controlled her, so totally dominated her as he led her through the dance.  She didn’t need to remember her classes; she just need him to guide her steps, and he did it with natural ease and grace.  She was his absolutely and totally from that moment, and through their relationship, she had been the same.  She let him lead her as he wanted, and it was her pleasure and desire to move as he directed, to follow as he wanted.  It made her so happy to do so, and it pleased her more than anything ever had to please him in such a way.

And now they were gliding across the dance floor again.  His hands and arms directed her with the tiniest movements, giving her gentle direction of how he wanted her to move, how he would allow her to flow, and she followed even the subtlest of hints as though it were an absolute command.  Her skirt swirled and flared, the slit up the leg allowing her to move and stretch as she needed; she realized Paul had picked it for this – not only was it easy to dance in, but more then once she had bared her leg all the way up to her thigh for all to see.  And when he dipped her, her ample boobs, squeezed up and together by her corset, nearly spilled right out of her top.  She was giving an eye-full to all who watched them, and both she and Paul loved it.

First a waltz, then a tango, and then, during a rumba played at his request, Paul’s hand slid from the small of her back down the curve of her rear.  He squeezed butt hard, which made her sigh with pleasure.  The pressure of his grasp, the strong sting of his fingers was deliciously tantalizing.  But his fingers moved just slightly, until the tips of rest on the nub of the butt plug.

She gasped as he wiggled it slightly while spinning her about the dance floor.  His eyes gleamed with pleasure as he gave it a little push inside.  She gasped again as a wave of electricity zapped through her body.  He continued to play with it, and she was began to melt in his arms, the heat and pleasure making her weak, and her movement’s sloppy.  She could barely keep herself moving in time as he teased her, and all the while his smile grew as he looked into her face and saw the affect her was having on her.

The music stopped at last, and with it, their dancing.  Paul stepped back from her and took her hand to lead her back to their table.  They were met with applause all around from those who were dining, and as Amanda scanned the dance floor, she realized they had for a time been the only ones up there.  It thrilled her think that she had been giving the audience such a show.

Their dessert was slowly consumed, though the flush never left her face.  She was too aroused from the dance and Paul’s hand to calm her body down, and her cunt quivered and pulsed with desire as he fed her small spoonful’s of chocolate moose.  Amanda was actually glad when their dessert was finished so that they could leave and get on with the delights of the evening.

So hasty was her retreat from the table, she nearly forgot something very important.  Paul’s voice caught her, “Don’t forget your present.”

Amanda spun, alarmed that she had almost left the beautiful wooden box upon the table.  She scooped it up quickly, and took Paul’s arm.  “Thank you for reminding me.”

“I wouldn’t have let you go without it.”

There limo was awaiting them when they left the restaurant.  As soon as they were seat, Paul pulled Amanda into him, crushing her soft, hefty tits against his tight chest as he kissed her.  Amanda’s hands slid down his chest and to his crotch; she grasped the hard, thick member in his pants and squeeze lightly, making him moan.

“I need your cock, Paul.  God, I need it so bad!  Please, Paul, please let me take your cock out of your pants and slide it into my cunt.  I need it inside my cunt.”  Amanda loved being so descriptive.  She didn’t need to be, and didn’t actually need permission to take his dick out, but it turned them both on so much more for her to beg for it, and for her to describe so clearly what she wanted.

“Then do it.”

Amanda moaned with lust as she pulled unhooked his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees.  His cock was free and ready, and she pulled her panties to one side and wrapped her legs around his waist and lower her body down, impaling her sopping wet cunt on his shaft.  She groaned long and loud as she settled herself down, taking every bit of his fabulous cock inside of her.

“God, I needed this!” she moaned, burying her head into his shoulder.  She didn’t even move her body; she just settled herself in to his embraced and enjoyed the fullness.

Paul reached around and gasped the tip of the butt plug and began to pull it out very slowly, letting her ass open up bit by bit to let the thickest part of the plug out.  And just when her anus began to close, to push the plug out of her, Paul changed his pressure and pushed it back inside.  Amanda squealed at the sensation and hugged him tighter.

“Yes, Paul!  Oh, yes!  Fuck my ass with the plug!  Play with my shit hole!  Stretch my little shitter!”

He did just as she asked, pumping her rectum with the thick plug, pulling and pushing the heavy metal thing out until it was nearly completely free of her ass-ring, and then shoving it back in as deeply as he could.  Amanda held on to him, tears of pleasure swelling in her eyes as she sat on his dick.  She couldn’t move save to pull tighter and tighter against him as he fucked her ass with the toy, and all the while she was on the verge of climax.  If she rocked just a little on his cock, just back and forth a few times, she would have cum, but she kept still.

Paul stopped at last when the limo pulled up outside their hotel, the lavish and expensive Hotel Regent, one of the nicest places in the area.  The chauffeur got out and went to their door, but did not open it right away, giving Amanda time to peel herself off of Paul and replace his pants about his waist and re-adjust her skirt so that they looked respectable when they got out.  He must have been paying at least some attention to their antics in the back seat while he drove them.

It was a quick elevator ride up to the penthouse suite, which was by far and wide more lavish than anything Amanda had ever seen.  The room was nearly as big as her whole down stairs, and so much more richly decorates.  The bathroom was bigger, by far, than any she had known, and the bathtub was big enough for a party of six to eight people.

“Oh, Paul!  This is wonderful!”

“I thought you would like it.  It seems a fitting place.”

“Fitting?”

“To play with your present.”

Amanda moaned.  “Just say the word, love.  God, just let me know when you are ready.  I want it so bad.”

Paul grinned.  “I don’t want to wait any longer.  Take your skirt off and pull those tits out.  We need to play.”

Amanda did as she was told, tossing the skirt onto the writing desk where it would be out of the way.  She had too loosen the top of her corset to pull her hefty tits out from the tight confides, but they bounced free and upheld by the stiff fabric, her nipples taunt and jutting with excitement.  Paul removed his tie and his jacket, but otherwise stayed dressed.

“Get your present for me,” he told her.

Amanda retrieved the box from the table where she had placed it, and walked over to him.  She knelt down before him and lowered her head as she opened the box and held it up for him.

She trembled as she held it open for him, her body on fire for the pleasures contained within.  It had shocked her when she opened it at dinner – the contents were so wickedly perfect and yet such a far step above anything they had ever done, she could only anticipate the pleasure of it.  And now, her moment was coming.  She was scared, nervous, and completely engulfed by lust.

The box was a specialty piece, velvet interior made specifically to hold the prizes within.  Along the top row were twelve identical gleaming needles, each about four inches long.  They were spaced a distance apart in their own little slots.  Just under them, running the length of the box, were two long skewers, each eighteen inches long.  And just below the skewers as a row of small metal weights.  Every piece in the box was exquisitely crafted, polished bright and sharpened it piercing tip.  The heads on each the needles and skewers where decorative with small gems and flowing patterns, and the weights matched perfectly the design.  Amanda knew from the moment she opened the box, these were for her tits.

She had always enjoyed having her massive boobs groped and her nipples bitten and pulled.  Previous boyfriends had twisted and pulled, and she had gone wild for it, but none had ever gone as far as Paul, who not bit so hard sometimes she wondered if he wasn’t trying to gnaw through her flesh, who slap her and smacked her tits with open palm and with his thick leather belt, so would grab a handful of breast in each hand and lift her bodily from the bed by them.  He was rough and she loved it.  She wanted more, always wanted more, and when he suggested absently once about really torturing her tits, she begged him to do so.

Paul took one of the needles from the box, and had her set the box down on the bed.  “Stand.  Hold you tit for me.”

Amanda cupped her left breast in her hands, holding it steady as her heart raced and her breath came in ragged pants.  She was so nervous and aroused, she thought she might pee herself were she stood; and from the amount of wetness between her thighs, it wouldn’t have surprised her to find out that she had done just that.

Paul looked into her eyes.  “Are you ready for this?”

“Fuck, yes.  My love, give me it to me.  Do it.  Piece my tit.”

She watched his hand, firm and steady, descend to her boob.  The touch of his flesh against hers made her light in the head.  And then, the sharp pain of the needle piercing her skin and sliding through her boob and breaking the flesh on the other side wracked her body.  The agony was fierce and hot for a moment, but it was pure pleasure as well, and her body trembled as though from climax, but she hadn’t come.  It was something more intense and more powerful then an orgasm, something deeper that she had never experienced before.  Looking down, the gleaming needle enter her tit-flesh just next to her areolas on one side and emerged in a similar spot in the other.  She couldn’t believe how hot just seeing the needle in her body was making her.

“The other one?” Paul asked, though he already has a second needle in his hand.

Without a word, Amanda scooped up her other tit and held it steady for him.  She watched as he jabbed it roughly through her body, the sharp pain stabbing through her and touching her deep inside.  She would cum from this, she could tell, and it would leave her gasping and panting for more.  She had never known pain to feel so exquisite, and never before has she so wanted to be hurt.

She vocalized her desires.  “Pierce me, love.  Skewer me.  Torture my tits as much as you want.  I want.  I want it so much.  I need it, Paul.  I fucking need more!”

“Hold them both for me.”

She did so, hefting one fleshy orb in each hand, holding them out on display for him.  He leaned in and kissed her, pressing his body against her pierced mounds, causing all new pain to burst through her tits.  She kissed him back with all the love and passion she could muster; their tongues entwined and he nibbled on her lip, sharp, delicious jabs of sweet blissful agony.

Quite suddenly, as his teeth clenched down on her lip, she felt another stab as he lanced her left nipple with another needle.  She hadn’t felt him shift to bring it up; it was a total shock, and the pain was terrible.  It made her moan like a slut.  He slid the needle in all the way to the head, slowly, as he continued to kiss her, and then pulled it pack until the tip nearly slipped back out.  She was moaning and sighing the whole time, unable to keep her breath enough to prolong their kiss.  He started to kiss down her neck to her shoulders as he so very slowly pushed the needle back through her nipple.  In and out, her fucked the metal through her nipple.  She held her tit steady, to make the movement easier on him.  She could scarcely keep from screaming it hurt so bad, and she her legs trembles on the verge of climax.

Paul kissed across her neckline toward the other shoulder, releasing her needled nipple as he switched sides.  Amanda was left panting and grunting; and then she did scream out in pain and pleasure as Paul stabbed her right nipple with the fourth needle, sliding the sharp point right into her hard flesh and out the other side.  Instead of sliding this one in and out, he grasped the metal on both sides and twisted it one way, and then the other, back and forth, twisting it around a little more each time.

Amanda bit her lip and closed her eyes.  It was the most fabulous and utterly horrifying feeling she had known.  The pain was tearing through her tit with every touch, and it shook her whole body as he continued to play with her hurt flesh and softly kiss her neck.  The contrast in stimulations was out of this world.

“Take your panties off,” Paul commanded, stepped back away from her.

Amanda dropped the dretched undies to the floor, and Paul snatched them up, wadded them into a ball, and shoved the thin, pussy-soaked things into her mouth.   “Now you can scream as much as you like.  Or try to, anyway.”  His smile was smug and lordly.  It made her legs wobble.

“Now, my little slut, undress me.”

Amanda was quick about her work, but careful as well, making sure not to unduly mess up his clothing.  While he hadn’t said to do it, she folded each article nicely and set it on the dresser.  In moments, Paul was naked, and his thick, hard cock jutted from his crotch.  It twitched with excitement, and oozed pre-cum from the slit.  Amanda could tell how much this was turning him on as well, and that made it all the better for her.  She was excited that it aroused him.

Paul told her to lie down, and she did so, lounging back across the bed.  As soon as her rear hit the mattress, the plug was shoved deeper into her ass, and she squealed from the sensation.  Paul climbed on top of her, sliding his thick cock into the gushing wetness of her pussy.  Amanda moaned through the panties in her mouth, her whole body quaking.

He began to fuck her hard, making her huge tits wobble and bounce; each movement sent agony exploding through her body, and within a few thrusts, she was cumming harder then ever before.  Her whole body shook like a crazed person, and she screamed loud and hard, though the sound was well muffled.  And Paul kept fucking her; he reached back and slapped her tits with the flat of his palm, striking both in turn from the sides and dead on, landing hard smacks over and over again against the needles piecing her flesh.  Each smack resonated in her body, making her cry out and cum harder.

Her climax did end until Paul slowed to a stop, and even then, after shocks of orgasms rippled through her body like minor earthquakes after the Big One.  She laid back in a daze, panting, her arms and legs spread wide.  Paul was still above her and inside her.

He reached forward and pinched her nipples between his fingers as hard as he could and lifted her tits up until they were stretched as high as he could lift them.  She murmured and moaned her discomfort and pleasure, and when he let them go, she shouted out her lust.

“Now you lift them up, just like that, and hold them there.”

Amanda pitched her nipples as he had, amazed that she could feel the hard metal shaft just under the delicate flesh.  It felt so exhilarating, causing herself this pain, and she lifted her tit-flesh high, savoring the ache and pressure it caused.  She was close to coming again, even with Paul not shifting his cock inside of her.

Paul produced one of the long skewers and held it up for her to see it, all the while smiling his sinister grin.  Her heart was racing like mad as she saw the savage instrument and realized what he meant to do with it.  She wouldn’t have stopped him even if she wanted to, but this was a dream come true, and halting this was the last thing on her mind, so even as fear filled her, and anxiety turned her stomach to butterflies, her cunt constricted around Paul’s cock, making them both moan.

The skewer broke her flesh at the very base of her thick, stretched boob, sending fire through her body as he slid the metal bar through her body, exiting the flesh on the other side, just above her sternum.  And he kept pushing, inch after inch, until the point pricked her other tit, and he ran it through, lancing both of them.  She was panting and moaning, holding her tits up as commanded, chewing on her panties, sucking at the juice cunt taste as she relished the feeling of having her boobs run through.  She couldn’t believe the incredible high fueling her body.  She was about to cum again, she could feel it mounting even as Paul showed her the second skewer.

“Higher,” he commanded, grabbing her wrists and yanking her hands up, pulling her tits taunt and making her hiss in pain.

He lined up the second skewer at the roundest, thickest part of her boob and, holding the very end of it, he punched it in with one quick thrust, shoving the unyielding metal right through both of her tits in one instant.  She screamed loud and hard, the pain more brutal then anything she had ever known and she came hard and thrust her cunt up and down on Paul’s cock as best she could, her brain over-come by the horrible torture and absolute lust.

Paul let her ride her orgasm out, but offered no other situation for her.  When she finished, he pulled out of her completely.  He produced from the box a few of the small metal weights.  He clipped one of the heavier ones on to each nipple, the clasps snapping shut hard in a vice-like grip on the tender flesh, making her wince.  The rest of the weights he clamped on to the second skewer.

Grapping her hips, her spun her on to her hands and knees, the weights pulling her tits nearly down to the mattress and setting her boobs flopping like fish on a line.  She grunted from the strain.

Paul slid his cock deep into her cunt and began fucking her in earnest once more, making her weighted tits bounce back and forth like mad.  The hefty weights slapped painfully against her stomach as they bounced, and each thrust made her sucking in sharp breaths from the aching pain.  Paul spanked her hard as he fucked her, and each slap of his hand sent spasms shooting through the thick plug in her ass.  And he hit hard, hurting her more and more on the inside and out.

She was in heaven.  Her body had never known such abuse, and Amanda had no idea it could feel so fucking incredible.  Paul grabbed her plug and started fucking her with that, too, pulling and pushing in rhythm with his own pounding body.  She was delirious with conflicting feelings.  Her whole body was aching from the torture, and yet so full of lust and pleasure, she felt like she was going to pass out.

And finally, with one final thrust, Paul unloaded his cum deep inside her pussy.  He groaned out his pleasure and held himself still as he pumped his seed inside of her.  He pulled out, his cock spent for the moment, and with a shove, knocked Amanda onto her side on the bed.  He reached up and pulled her panties from her mouth.

“You enjoying this?”

She gasped in the cool, sweet air for a few moments before replying, “More then I could ever have imagined.”

Paul grinned.  “Me too!”

She reached her arms out to him, and he fell into her, crushing his body against hers in a hard embrace just to punish her boobs even more.  “There’s more in store, my sweet.”

“Eight more needles,” she cooed, kissing his neck.  Just saying it made her pussy gush.

“Maybe,” he said.  “But maybe not tonight.  We have all the time in the world to stab these tits of yours.  But tonight, I have something else for you.”

She was confused.  “What else, Paul?”

He leaned in to her ear and whispered.  “What do you love more than anything else?  What will make you cum over and over again?”

She sucked in her breath as a wave of ecstasy washed through her body, a mini-orgasm that stung her tits and wet her cunt and curled her toes.  “Oh Paul!  Here?”  She hugged him tighter.  “Oh god, oh god!  Yes!  God, please, yes!  I want it.”

“What do you want, Amanda?  Tell me what you want.”

“I want your shit!  I want you to shit in my mouth!  Shit on my tits!  Shit all over me!  God, Paul, I want to eat it.  I want to smear it all over my fucking body!  I want to be so filthy – your filthy little shit whore, your dirty fuck pig!  Oh Paul!  Shit on me!  Let me taste your shit!”

Paul climbed off of her and held his hands out to her.  Amanda took them and let him lift her off the bed to her feet.  He led her to the bathroom, where Amanda began to take off her pretty shoes.  Paul shook his head.

“Leave them on.”  He repeated himself when she reached up to take the diamond necklace off.

“But, Paul!”

“I said leave them on.  All of it.  I want you, just like that.”  He took her hands again and she, grinning, stepped into the huge tub, still all dolled up in her lingerie and expensive jewelry.  She leaded back against the edge of the basin, her head resting just on the lip of the tub and her body sprawled out in the bath.  Paul climbed up on the edge and squatted, positioning his ass above her face, his balls brushing against her nose and forehead.

Amanda watched with eager anticipation as Paul’s asshole yawned opened and the first thick piece of shit began to emerge.  It was round and firm and hard; the smell hit her like a punch to the face, making her swoon with desire.  She opened her mouth to accept the gracious present that slithered from his lovely ass; her tongue flicked out to catch the tip and direct the log between her lips.  It slowly crept into her mouth, gliding across her tongue and back into her mouth.  Paul kept pushing and pushing, and his shit slid deeper into her throat.

The taste was potent, bitter like dark chocolate or old coffee.  Amanda moaned as the flavor engulfed her mouth and filled her body.  Her hands grasped her nipples, still pierced with the needles, and she began to twist and pull on them, hard.  Stabs of sharp pain erupted through her tits, and rushed straight to her pussy.  She shuddered with delight as her word vanished in a haze of agony and filth.

The turd broke off an inch or so out of her mouth; half of its length was lodged in her throat, and Amanda was content to keep it there.  She felt the hot splatter against her tits as Paul continued to shit on her.  His waste was much softer then the first turd, and it oozed across her flesh, dripping from her skewered tits down onto her corset.  His shit rained down on her, seemingly endless, and spraying with more force and getting thinner and runnier by the moment, until it was a thin, liquidy snake that shot from his hole onto her belly, curling in a putrid lump on the fabric.

She stopped hurting her tits just long enough to smear the foulness around on what little flesh was exposed.  Her beautiful sparkling necklace disappeared under a layer of shitty filth, and her bracelet was coated in seconds.  Her corset and stockings were fouled in moments as she turned herself into a completely shitty mess.  She licked and sucked at the huge piece in her mouth, letting it slowly dissolve into a thick goo which ran either out her lips and down her cheeks down her throat and into her stomach.

One hand returned to twisting and pulling her pained tits, switching her rough attentions back and forth between the two, loving the full-boob pain, the sharp stabbing in her shit-covered tits from her needle pierced nipples down to the skewered base just above her ribs.  With every touch, pain speared her entire boob, from end to end – it was exhilarating!

Her other hand slid down between her legs, smearing her thighs and drowsed cunt with Paul’s filth, making a mushy, muddy mess of her hairless crotch.  Pleasure erupted from her pussy at her touch.  She couldn’t believe how her fingers, so old-hat on her clit, were eliciting such new, wild joy within her.  The war raged within her, over-whelming ecstasy in from her cunt, and crushing, cringing pain in her tits; combined with the foul taste and putrid smell of Paul’s shit in her mouth and all over her body and fabulous new cloths – her orgasm was mounting by the minute, totally consuming her whole body and shaking her to the core.

She felt the plug in her ass shift, and then, her shit-hole stretched wide to release it as Paul yanked it from her rear.  He grabbed her ass I his hands and lifted her butt from the porcelain just enough to sink his hard cock into her closing hole.  Her anus constricted around his cock as he began to fuck her.  His dick slid up into her rectum, sinking into the hot mass of her shit.  She had been plugged all day, not allowed to remove it, and she had followed his commands; she was full, and had been for sometime.  And now Paul’s cock was deep in her bowels, buried in her muck, packing it deeper inside of her, making her feel bloated and tight with it.

“Shit it out, babe,” he whispered to her, his cock sunk to balls inside her.

Amanda grunted as she pushed put, her body straining to force out Paul’s cock and her load with it.  Paul tried to hold his cock in place, and she could feel the shit pushing hard back against his shaft, breaking around the invader, and flowing out of her anus around his dick.  He let his member shift back a bit under the flow, and then rammed it home again, plowing her thick mass back deep inside.  Over and over again, she would shit out his cock and her filth, and he would fuck himself back inside, shoving some waste back in to her, packing it back in.

A pile was forming beneath her ass, the shit that had escaped, and Paul scoped up and hand full of the heavy muck and smacked it right onto her cunt, pushing a large chunk into her pussy.  He worked the lump with his fingers, pushing it in and letting her cunt pop it most of the way back out again.

Paul yanked his brown-covered cock free of Amanda’s ass and buried himself in her cunt, ramming the piece of shit deep inside her hole.  Her pussy was brown, inside and out, and thick liquid shit oozed out past Paul’s cock.  It sprayed in spurts when he started to fuck her, and the rest of her shit pour unheeded from her ass while he pumped away.

“Eat that shit,” Paul ordered.  “Swallow it down.  And once you eat mine, I have more here for you.”

Amanda, squealing with delight, bit down on the hard log in her mouth and began to chew, turning the fat, thick thing into a gooey, chunky mess or foulness that she swallowed down bit by bit.  It ran down her cheeks and chin and dribbled across her pierces tits and onto her ruined lingerie.  Once she had devoured her gift, she opened her mouth, showing the empty, befouled orifice to Paul, who scoped up another handful of her shit and shoved it all in.

Amanda began to chew up and eat her own shit, but the sensations were over-whelming her.  She was pulling on her tits, and rubbing her clit while shit feel from her wide-open shitter, and Paul fucked her shit-stuffed pussy with his shit-covered cock.  When he pinched her other nipple and gave it a save twist, it was all she could take.  Her orgasm exploded through her like a tidal-wave breaking upon the shore.  She couldn’t scream, not with her mouth full of shit, but her body rocked with seizures.  Everything was erupting from inside out, and her hand clutched her tit even harder as her muscles tightened, making her ache all the more, and heightening the pleasure.  She felt her bowels stir and still more of her packed shit flowing from her ass.  Her bladder released as well, quite beyond her control, and her stream of piss flowed hot and heavy onto Paul, who continued to fuck her harder and faster as she came.

She thrashed about in the tub, her body completely lost to her control.  Everything was happening on it’s owe accord, and she could do nothing save ride the wave of ecstasy that flood her body.  Paul followed soon after; his body tensed and went rigid; he pulled out at the last moment and his cum rained down all over Amanda’s coated body.  She continued to chew her mouth load and let the orgasms wash over her time and again.

She came down at last, her mouth mysteriously empty when her climax abated, and she sunk into the tub with a content sigh.  She felt slutty and dirty, and her tits truly ached worse than anything she had felt before.  She doubted she would be wearing a bra anytime soon, which didn’t help matters much.  But as she looked down at herself, covered in filth and her body stabbed with needles, she felt her pulse quickening and her cunt coming to life once more.  She felt dirty, but she loved it.  She was too tired and sore for more, right now, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before her body needed the attention again, needed Paul’s cock inside of her again.

 She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.  “This was the perfect day, Paul.  It was so sweet of you!  Thank you so much!”

"You’re welcome.”  They laid there a while, idling rubbing their bodies together and spreading the filth around.  “Shall we get cleaned up?”

“Mmm, not yet.  A little longer.  I’m just about in the mood to smear your cock with shit and suck it off over and over until you cum in my mouth.”

Paul laughed.  “Then let’s wait a little longer.  And I’ll wash it all down with my piss once I cum.”

Amanda sighed with satisfaction.  “That would be wonderful!  And then fist my ass until I cum.  I’m so stretched back there, Paul, you could fit both hands in me.”

“I’m certainly going to try.”

Amanda moaned with desire at the thought of her on her hands and knees, the weights still hanging from her shitty tits and Paul plowing her ass with both arms.  She reached down and scooped up a thick wad of her shit and slapped it on to Paul’s stiffening cock.

 “I’m ready now,” she said, as she shifted her body down so that his cock was even with her mouth.  Amanda licked her lips hungrily as she smeared her mess around on his shaft.  It had been such a lovely day and wonderful evening, all thanks to Paul, and now it was time to return the favor.