Once again, my dreams were plagued with sex and debauchery. This time I found myself bouncing up and down on Vesper's cock. She had one had pulling on a chain that connected my nipples. The clamps pulling tightly on my sensitive nipples every time I bounced up high. Her other hand slapping my ass when I landed back down, hilting her whole cock. My spams massaging her cock. Squeezing around it and pressing it more into my prostate. I bounced and bounced, pleasure coursing through my whole body. It was like there was a direct connection between my prostate and nipples. Each pull adding to my increasing pleasure. I cried out in ecstasy as I drove her cock in and out of my needy hole.
The whole time Vesper is calling me names and insulting me. Calling me her sissy princess and her cumslut. How my pathetic cock deserved to be locked up and that I would only be having sissygasms like a good bitch should. Just as I felt my cock explode in orgasm and the first of Vespers cum shoot into my ass I woke up.
I climbed out of bed. Not sure of the time, but the sun was already climbing high into the sky, so I knew I had slept in. I instinctively went to get dressed before realising I had no real clothes to speak of. I called out for Vesper but got no response. As I walked into the kitchen, I could feel that familiar dull throb in my ass. I sighed. Already? I thought I would get more time. Again, I did my best to ignore it. That's when I saw some premade oatmeal and a note.
Asa,
I've gone to the local village to see if I can find any resources about what that cage truly is. I've also gone to get some provisions and see if there are any clothing stores to get you some more suitable outfits. I should be back by nightfall. Please help yourself to the oatmeal.
Vesper.
I had no interest in food at the minute, I wasn't sure why but just couldn't face eating it. I wandered around the cabin. Deciding to explore my surroundings and search for any books to read or puzzles to do. I'd be stuck in here until Vesper came back. I couldn't face going back out in those clothes and being seen.
The day dragged on. There was nothing in the house for me to do. The throbbing was the only thing on my mind. Minute after minute, hour after hour it grew in intensity. I tried to use my fingers to pleasure myself, but it only made things worse. I worked 2 and then 3 of my fingers in my ass. Only slightly concerned how much easier it was getting to stick things up my loosening hole. I would be rubbing and prodding my prostate. Desperately trying to orgasm. I played with my nipples while helplessly fingering myself, but nothing. Teasing me and bringing me close but never over the finish line.
I was lying on my bed panting. I had spent the better part of an hour digging my fingers into my ass. I was so close. I was oozing pre-cum from my dick. My nipples were standing off my chest. Sore and erect from having been twisting and toying with them. It needed to be a cock. A real human cock to make me cum. That's what I needed, what I craved.
That's when I heard it. A whistle. Someone was whistling a tune as they walked by our cottage. I quickly ran to the window and saw who it was. Just some middle-aged man walking down the path near our house. But to me he was an incredible site. Exactly what I needed. I made a split-second decision. My lust and horniness overcame me, and I called out him.
"Hey mister wait there a second." I yelled.
He turned around and saw me, "What is it lass?" He asked.
"I'll come out and tell you." I closed the window and quickly threw on my skirt and blouse. Moaning as the fabric rubbed on my nipples. I ran out to him and saw his reaction to what he thought was a fat assed young girl running up to him. His eyes going wide, and blood immediately going south.
"Umm... Hi." Shit I had no idea how I was going to get him to follow me inside, let alone fuck me. "I need help... opening a jar. Yeah, my sister is gone, and I can't do it myself." God this was not convincing at all.
"Sure thing pretty lady, bring me the jar." Happy to help me if it meant ogling me some more.
"Follow me inside." I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me. His initial shock went away, and his eyes bore holes into my ass as he watched me walking front of him and up the steps of the house. My ass jiggling up and down with every step. My skirt flying high above my waist as I went up the stairs.
"Fuck." I heard him whisper as I opened the door and brought him inside.
"Umm..." Thinking quickly I brought him to the kitchen. "The jar is in that bottom cupboard. Let me get it." I bent over and crawled onto my knees pretending to get the non-existent jar. I could tell my skirt was riding high over my waist. Completely exposing my ass and pucker. I was down there for 10 seconds before I felt his hands and hot breath on my ass.
"Hey mister, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry little darling, but I just can't resist this big fat ass you've put on a platter for me." He then dived in headfirst and started eating my ass like it was his last meal. His tongue darting into my hole as he played with my cheeks. The feeling was indescribable, his tongue getting me all wet. He was licking up and down my crack. Spreading my cheeks apart so he could get in deeper. I moaned loudly, enjoying this wonderful new sensation. Calming the burning in my hole, but I would need more than this to fully sate my hunger.
He roughly massaged my cheeks with his calloused hands. He would pull them apart to dive deeper into my hole. Lightly spanking them. Enjoying hearing my yips and yelps of pleasure as he did.
He took on hand of my ass and started to finger my hole. "Let's get this tight thing warmed up properly." He said inserting one finger down to the knuckle. I cried out in delight as he tickled my prostate. Then he inserted a 2
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