by Lily Brock
“Lean back face down over the table again, Ava,” he instructed as he removed a tube of lube from a nearby drawer.
Once again my skirt was raised. I felt his finger press lightly against my tightest hole, massaging a dab of lube around the opening. He pushed firmly inward and I gasped loudly as I felt the tip of his finger enter my ass. He worked it in and out, slowly pushing it in deeper and deeper, invading my virgin anal passage until it was all the way in.
I was surprised to find it wasn’t unpleasant at all. I enjoyed the sensation of fullness, and I felt ashamed as I realized I was hungry for more. Fortunately I didn’t have to wait long.
“Your pussy is getting wetter, Ava. Let’s see how you do with a second finger.”
He slid his first finger almost all the way out and then started working his way back in with two fingers. I moaned with the ache of my tight muscles stretching to accommodate the larger intrusion. He moved slowly at first, but as my body yielded to his plundering he increased the tempo. The excitement building in my pussy was becoming almost unbearable.
“You are opening up so beautifully for me, Ava.”
As he drove both digits in and out of my ass, I suddenly realized I was pushing my ass back to meet them. I felt depraved. How could I enjoy having my ass violated this way? Guilt washed over me as I tried to hold my hips steady so I wouldn’t betray my desire, but it was too late.
“I can see you are really enjoying having your ass stretched, Ava. I usually stop at two fingers for the anal stimulation test, but I want to see what you can do with more.”
“But, Master Daniel…I…I…don’t—,” I stuttered, wavering between embarrassment, fear, and desire.
Daniel immediately removed his fingers from my distended rosebud. “Do you want to end the exam now, Ava?”
“No! No, of course not, Master Daniel. I just…I am not sure I can take more stretching,’ I tried to explain.
Daniel cut me off mid-sentence. He swung his hand back and smacked me hard on the ass once, twice, three times.
“It is not for you to decide what your sacred holes can handle,” he said sternly, “I am your Master.” He reached over and retrieved the bottle of lube, pouring a generous squirt down my ass crack and then onto his fingers.
Much more abruptly this time, he shoved one finger into my ass. After a few pumps, he added the second finger. He pushed them deep inside me and then spread them apart like he was opening a scissors. I felt my ass stretching even further as he partially withdrew the spread fingers and held them there.
“Do you really want me to stop, Ava? Or do you want the sensation of another finger opening you even wider?”
“I want it,” I blurted without thinking. What was I saying? This was so dirty. So wrong. And yet, I couldn’t stop.
“What do you want, Ava? Say it for me.”
I hesitated for a moment, and he skillfully drove his spread fingers back into my ass. My answer spilled out in a voice I barely recognized. “I want you to fuck my ass with three fingers, please, Master Daniel.”
He withdrew his fingers completely and moments later I felt the firm pressure of three fingers right up against my rear opening. “I need you to push out, Ava, while I push in.”
I took a deep breath, gripped the sides of the table tightly, and pushed out. I wasn’t prepared for the nearly instantaneous intrusion of all three fingers. Daniel rammed them deep into my body as I screamed from the mixture of agony and ecstasy.
He held me in that position while my body acclimated to the dilation. Then, he began to work them in and out of my over-stretched hole. Each time he pulled them all the way out, I felt my ass gape open for a few seconds before slowly beginning to close. But each time, before it could close completely, he shoved his fingers back in as far as they could go.
I couldn’t get enough. Over and over his fingers brutalized my aching hole, while I thrust my hips back furiously to meet his hand faster and harder. I felt detached from my body. I could no longer feel anything but the sensations in my ass and the aching emptiness in my pussy. In the distance I heard my own voice begging him wildly for more, “Please, Master Daniel, please, harder! Stretch me; fill me completely! I need more!”
“More, Ava? I can give you more.” Daniel’s fingers slowed and through the fog I thought I heard the sound of a zipper. It took a moment for my brain to register the meaning of this sound.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw him stroking lube up and down his meaty, 9-inch shaft. Somehow it seemed even bigger than when it was filling my eager mouth. How could something so thick and long possibly fit into my tiny hole?
“Master Daniel,” I gasped, “I don’t think…”
“You don’t need to think, Ava.” His fingers slipped out of my ass and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my spasming hole. “Relax and push out,” he commanded.
My tiny rosebud gave way to the hot pressure of his firm, pulsing cock. The pain was sharp, but the feeling of being opened to such an extreme released a flood of juices from my pussy.
He worked his cock in slowly, inch by inch, filling me beyond anything I thought was possible. When he finally stopped, I was sure I couldn’t possibly take any more.
“That’s about four inches, Ava. You are doing great. Seeing your tight ass stretched around my cock is incredibly sexy.”
Four inches? How could this possibly be less than half of his cock? I’d never be able to take the whole thing.
“Please…” I moaned weakly, but even I wasn’t sure what I was asking for.
Daniel pressed his strong chest down against my back, and used one of his hands to hold me down. He slid his cock back out about two inches as his other hand found my sopping pussy.
For a moment everything was still. I held my breath. And then, with no warning, he plunged his entire cock deep into my bowels in one passionate thrust. I screamed like I had never screamed before. My knees buckled and I felt like my body had been split in two.
Before I could recover, he began brutally impaling me over and over, grunting like a wild beast. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it with quick firm strokes.
I lost the ability to think with words. Sweat. Heat. Musk. Colors flashed behind my eyes as I lost myself completely to the sensations flooding my body. I had never imagined it possible to be penetrated so fully and deeply. I could feel my orgasm building as Daniel’s gyrations increased in speed and intensity. I knew I was close to the edge.
“Please, please, Master Daniel, please,” I begged. He rubbed my clit faster and suddenly my orgasm shot through me like a rocket. Primal screams poured from my lips. My body convulsed violently. Come gushed from my pussy. I felt dizzy—like I might lose consciousness. Behind me Daniel drove his cock wildly into my ass and I could feel jets of hot come shoot into the depths of my body.
His weight against my back was the only thing keeping me upright. Gently, he helped me into one of the chairs. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. I heard Daniel moving quietly around the room, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a door being opened.
“How did she do?” asked a familiar voice. I struggled to open my eyes and was shocked to see Lucas standing in the doorway.
“Come in and see for yourself,” Daniel offered.
Lucas entered the room and strode over to my chair. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked down at my exhausted body. My hair and makeup were a mess. Mascara and lipstick were smeared everywhere. My bare breasts were sweaty and my nipples were starting to bruise up from the rough treatment they had endured earlier. My skirt was askew and I lacked the strength to adjust it to cover my swollen pussy lips peeking out from between my legs. Trails of come were dripping from my holes and drying on my skin. I smelled like sweat and sex.
Lucas took it all in, and then smiled broadly, “She passed!”.
I’d been worried he’d reject me after seeing me in this condition, but he seemed s
o proud of me.
Daniel nodded enthusiastically. “She passed all her tests, but her performance on the anal response test was phenomenal. No one else I’ve examined for membership has ever been able to accept so much stretching so quickly, and with so much pleasure. She will make a fine addition to our community. And, I think you are going to find pushing her anal limits to be particularly satisfying, Lucas.”
Lucas glowed with appreciation as he looked down at me.
“If Ava is ready to sign the covenant and join us, we can schedule the wedding for next week,” Daniel told Lucas.
Lucas turned to me. “Well, Ava, now that you know more about Twisted Ranch do you still want to marry me? Are you ready to submit to me and serve me?” he asked.
I looked up into the eyes of the man I loved and said, without hesitation, “There is nothing I want more in the world, Sir.” Lucas pulled me into his arms and covered me with kisses while Daniel left to draw up the paperwork.
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Lily Brock is a Midwestern girl living in the Dirty South. She enjoys writing kinky, provocative, taboo stories with Dominant/submissive themes.
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