Take me in your mouth, Robin, I want to come in your mouth as Holly eats your pussy...
Punish Me, Again
Robin woke up and stretched. She grimaced, feeling how her thighs ached as her legs straightened and stretched the full length of the bed. For a moment she wasn't quite sure why she felt so sore, but hen shame and self-loathing filled her as she remembered what had happened yesterday. She recalled how Simon had fucked her so roughly and generally abused her body, while her ex, Matt, had watched, masturbating as he did. Although she had showered as soon as she had gotten home, she could still almost taste his repulsive spunk in the back of her throat and see the way his face had contorted as she had rubbed her clit while he fucked her, hard, on Matt's dining table. Jesus, how did it come to that? The two of them had sat there and made plans over romantic dinners.
Her own body betrayed her as she felt her pussy pulse, thinking about it, the hardest fuck she'd ever had. She suddenly became aware of how turned on she was now and she tried to push thoughts of her humiliation from her mind as her hand reached over to the bedside unit and lifted her vibrator. She switched it on and closed her eyes and tilted the blunt tip of the shocking pink gadget inside the waistband of her panties, slipping it between her pussy lips. Tweaking a nipple, she felt her juices lubricate her slit and quickly, the vibrating device was slipping easily as she pushed it into her bruised cleft.
She gasped, remembering Simon's thick cock as it had roughly punished her tight, dripping pussy and she squeezed her nipple, harder and began to fuck herself properly with the toy. Soon she was plunging the thick plastic shaft in and out of her cunt and her fingers were rubbing furiously at her clit... God, she was already close, she could hear her juices slurping as she relentlessly thrust the fake cock in and out. She got carried away, losing her rhythm as she got closer and closer, and the vibrating dildo slipped from her hole and touched against her bottom. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, remembering how Simon had pushed just the very tip of his cock in there yesterday and how she had wanted it, wanted to feel him fill her every hole.
She stopped flicking her clit for a moment and rubbed the tip of the vibrator along her sopping lips and down to her anus. Spreading the viscose fluid, she began to push the toy against her ass, feeling her bottom begin to relax as the tip began to open her almost-virgin hole. Her mouth was an 'Oh!' as she pushed harder and it slid in. It felt strange, but in a good, different way. She realised that this position wasn't going to work though, so she drew up her legs and lifted her bottom from the bed. She was panting as she pulled the toy back out and plunged it into her slit again, to coat it with her warm, slippery cream, god she'd not been this wet in ages... Well, since yesterday. She pursed her lips and pushed more firmly, the vibrator began to ease into her puckered hole.
Deeper and deeper she pushed and she pulled, enjoying the sensation, the way it filled her. She concentrated on taking deep breaths and soon found a rhythm which seemed to suit her, the slick plastic cock sliding stubbornly in and out of this new, very tight hole. It felt rather different to the way she usually fucked her own pussy when she was alone and the friction was enough to be slightly uncomfortable, but not quite enough to be sore. With her other hand, she began to stroke her clit again, in time with the thrusting plastic tool. Holy fuck, this felt amazing, so fucking good! She felt both her pussy and her arse clench uncontrollably and she cried out as she began to climax, long, hard and fast.
She lay for a moment, allowing her breathing to return to normal, the toy still planted deep inside her bottom, and enjoying the feeling of being so full. She smiled briefly as she realised that she had just taken her own anal cherry but her mirth disappeared almost as instantly when she remembered that it was the memory of the feeling of that repulsive man's cock pushing into her tight arse that had spurred her into doing what she had just done... She shook her head, embarrassed although there had been no witness, reached down and around and pulled out the toy. It reluctantly slid from her bottom with a soft plop and she threw it to the floor, suddenly disgusted by the fact that she had just fucked her own ass with the sex toy.
She lay there, thinking about all the times that Matt had tentatively massaged her asshole before pushing a finger or thumb into her bottom while he licked her pussy. She sighed as she remembered one particular time when he had been fucking her on her belly as she lay over the edge of the bed and how she had come like a fucking train when he pushed his thumb deep inside her arse. Her pussy pulsed again, as if in sympathy and then she remembered again what had happened yesterday and she went limp, all sexual thoughts leaving her.
She thought back to yesterday and how nervous she had been about attempting to even speak to Matt, let alone allowing herself to believe that there was any real hope of reconciliation. A tear slipped silently down her cheek as she remembered how cold he had been with her, how he had offered no actual promise of wanting to be with her again and yet how she had somehow convinced herself that there had been a chance. Her breath stuck in her throat as she replayed the moment when he had ordered her to leave after she had allowed herself to be used and humiliated by that vulgar cunt, Simon. It had simply been Matt's way of punishing her. What a cruel, heartless bastard he truly was. She just hadn't seen it before, well, perhaps that wasn't true, she chosen not to see it.
Now that she thought about it, she had no memory of Matt ever mentioning Simon before. Perhaps they worked together or something or was he just some random acquaintance? How did it ever come to this? When did her dignity leave to such a degree that she could turn into such a weakling, submitting to his will like that? She couldn't understand it at all. She was a smart, relatively successful woman, so why would she ever need an asshole like him? What had she become? She could feel herself welling up to a proper, full-blown cry.
Her thoughts were cut short by the vibration of her mobile phone, instantly followed by its jangling ringtone. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, almost jumping out of her skin to see Matt's name and smiling face on the display. Oh god, oh god! Should she answer it? What could he want? Before she even realised what she was doing, she found herself weakly saying, "Hello?" Inwardly she was cursing her actions, but she could not stop herself.
"It's me," he said, in what sounded like a relatively upbeat voice. "I was thinking, perhaps I was a little harsh yesterday, telling you to go like that. I mean, it was kind of your own fault, I did tell you not to contact me again, but, you did do as you were told in the end, so..."
"Look, I'm sorry," Robin cut in, "You told me not to do something and I did it. You know, I just really hoped there was some way to make things right, appease you..."
"Well, that's why I am calling," Matt sounded a little irritated as he cut her short. "Be at my place today at three o'clock, sharp."
"Yes, okay," she sounded eager, but he had already hung up.
Robin rolled back onto the bed and put her hands over her face. "What the actual fuck am I doing?" She moaned. "I'm not going to go. Fuck him, superior fucking prick! Who does he think he is, giving me orders like that after treating me so badly?"
With that she jumped out of bed, determined to simply forget the phone call with him and get on with her day.
