1. The Phone Call


    Date: 3/17/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: Ash_sub, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    finger along my slit, surprised to find it already wet. Very wet. I easily insert the cucumber inside making a ‘ slosh ’ sound with my juices. “D... done, sir,” I said, in a breathy voice. “Good. Now remember, you are not to move these at all. Just keep them at their place.” These? Them? Their? Confused, I thought he made a mistake using the plural terms. “Now put the smallest one – tell me how big it is – in your mouth and wet it nicely.” I shivered without the cold. “It’s four inches long and an inch thick, sir.” I put the cucumber in my mouth and sucked on it like a cock. I moaned softly and dribbled saliva on its surface. “Now... ,” he said in a soft, soothing voice. “I want you to slowly, very slowly, insert it in your asshole.” I quickly opened my eyes in shock, now realizing that I had closed them, and gasped. I was very surprised at this turn of events. Albeit, I knew this day would eventually come, but I was hoping for later rather than sooner. “P... please sir. I d... don’t want to.” A short pause, that seemed like eternity, made me want to run and hide away from him. But I couldn't, of course. “Did I ask you, you stupid slut, whether or not you want to do it?” he asked in a menacing voice that sent chills up my spine, making me shiver. There were, of course, times when I liked him calling me degrading names. However, times such as now, when I have angered him, they did not seem to appeal all that much. “No... no sir. I’m sorry sir. I... I will do it now.” I ...
    gulped. “Good,” he said, in the same cold voice. He was not happy with me. I had made him angry. I had to fix it; I had to rectify my mistake. I dribbled more saliva on the cucumber and then bent over and spread my ass cheeks with one hand and locating the star with my index finger of the same hand. I brought the cucumber closer to my ass and slowly pushed it in a bit, forcing the muscles to relax. I winced at the slight burning it created. Worried, that the saliva would dry and I would have to suck my own shit, I pushed it in a bit more. It refused to go further. I took it out again, and fucked my ass bit with it, each thrust creating a new sensation of burning. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming out. Eventually (after what seemed like hours), I managed to slide the whole thing in. It hurt like a bitch. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I managed to stand up and press the phone to ear again. “It’s done, sir,” I breathed out. “Very good, my love. I don’t want you to touch them at all until I tell you to. Now, you can go back home and make sure you don’t drop your stuff. I will tell you what the rest of the cucumbers will be used for later. And remember this: you will not call me or try to contact me in any way. I will call you. Am I clear?” “Crystal, sir.” I gulped. “Good.” He hung up, leaving me with an unwelcome burning pain in my ass. I picked up my bags and stepped out of the bathroom, clenching all my lower muscles so that the cucumbers did not drop. And thus, I ...
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