Yeah, and I’m the second kind, asshole! I’m freaking religious in my devotion to doing my Kegels, and it’s paid off. Even guys with smaller than average cocks find me plenty tight. Sure, even a well-toned vagina can expand, but not this much. At least mine doesn’t.
Garvey frowned, shook his head in resignation, and set down the bottle of champagne. He glanced over at the wine bottles on bar, which, while smaller than the champagne bottle, were still noticeable bigger than that beer bottle. For a minute, I thought he’d set his sights on that lesser goal, but then he looked away and admitted defeat.
“Well,” he said, “I wanted to fuck her anyway.”
Now that made sense. His dick had been hard the entire time he’d been sticking, and trying to stick, bottles in me. Let’s use my pussy for what it’s good at.
He climbed on top of me, and said, “Always wanted to fuck a tied-up girl.”
He thrust into my well-lubricated pussy in one easy thrust.
“Damn, feels like warm velvet.”
His cock was nice and hard, and I loved having something soft — at least relative to a beer bottle — and warm in me, and I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of him sliding his cock in and out, fast and hard. As excited as he clearly was, I didn’t expect him to last long enough to get me to my orgasm, and sadly I was correct. I’d barely started down that road when he groaned, pressed hard into me, and I felt his cock pulsing as he came in me. He collapsed on top of me, and lay there letting his cock get soft, before he pulled out and got off the bed. He seemed like the type of guy who lost all interest in sex moments after they come, not even sparing a glance at the hot, naked, tied down, and just-fucked girl as he quickly got dressed.
Damon at least waited until the guy had his pants zipped up before he said, “So, can we count on you using Roped Up as your sole supplier?”
“Oh, yes,” said Garvey enthusiastically. “I really had fun, she’s an amazing little slut.”
“That’s great,” said Damon. “I’m very glad our little bonus here helped you make your decision.”
“Yeah. But still a lot of things I didn’t have a chance to do with her,” he said, a note of disappointment in his voice.
Garvey continued, “I’d like to talk to you about that.” His eyes quickly darted to me, back to Damon, and then he nodded towards the suite’s living room. Damon nodded in understanding, and together they walked out of the bedroom. I could hear them talking quietly, but only caught a few words here and there, like “clamps”, “senior staff”, and “this wide”.
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I heard the door close, and Damon strode back in to the bedroom. I looked at him quizzically.
“That was nothing you need to worry about,” Damon said, replying to my unspoken question. “Suffice it to say that he told me he wanted to do a lot more with you than he got to do tonight, and have some of his even more-imaginative cohorts join in. He also seemed to feel limited by not having any, quote, ‘proper toys’ available this time.”
I squinted at him, trying to look as skeptical as a girl can look with a ball-gag in her mouth.
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