Free Erotic Amusements by Justine Elyot

Charles was shining a spotlight on her pussy for the benefit of the seated members of the audience.
    “Touch it. Feel it.”
    With his fingers, he prodded and slid through the slick coating, finding her clit, then her hole. A big finger slipped inside, then two, then three, poking around and making the most of the sucking sounds his explorations produced.
    “You could fill a cup with the juice she’s putting out,” he said proudly. “This little slut wants it, doesn’t she?”
    “Badly,” agreed Charles. “Try her with a dildo. Big as you like. She’s been stretched enough in the past.”
    Michelle chewed manically on her rubber ball as Trewin began to introduce what felt like one of Charles’ larger dildoes into her ever-ready pussy. The hard, cold plastic was soothing, but it took a while for her protesting lips to adjust to the girth. He pushed it slowly, inch by inch, until it occupied the vacant slot completely.
    “She can take a lot.” Trewin was impressed.
    “I told you. And yet she is wonderfully tight. She is under instruction to perform six sets of one hundred pelvic floor exercises daily. It pays off. I recommend you continue the regime when she is under your sole ownership.”
    “I think I will.” Trewin’s hands were squeezing her arse cheeks together now, feeling the smooth bulk of the dildo through her flesh. Her pussy convulsed around the fat cock substitute, wanting to come, but knowing that punishment would be earned if she did.
    “You know what you haven’t inspected yet,” Charles prompted. “Leaving the best till last, are you?”
    Trewin guffawed. “Something like that.” Now he pulled the bottom cheeks even farther apart, though they were considerably strained already. Michelle knew from his breath fanning her crack that he was leaning down to take a closer look. “She looks clean.”
    “She’s always clean. She knows how to prepare for a session.” Yes, she did. Before her bath, a warm soapy enema, something she really didn’t much enjoy, but knew better than to avoid. “Try her with a finger.”
    There was the sound of bottles tipping and glugging, and when Trewin’s finger arrived at Michelle’s most private place, it was thoroughly lubricated. She was an old hand at this now and her sphincter muscles yielded easily and without complaint, allowing her violation with submissive enthusiasm. Now the rubber ball soaked up her groans of pleasure at this favourite sensation of hers—double penetration. It would take some force of will not to come before he took his finger from her bottom, but she had plenty of practice and she set her mind to it.
    “Plug her,” said Charles, and although it was a suggestion rather than an order, Michelle sensed hesitation from Trewin, and a quiet bristle at being told what to do.
    “I might want to put my cock in,” he said.
    “Oh, you’ll get to put your cock in,” Charles assured him. “But this is just the inspection. It’s part of the ceremony. Excuse me, Philip, I did not mean to sound overbearing.”
    She giggled into her gag at that. Charles had never made any effort not to sound overbearing in his entire life. A slap landed on her left arse cheek, reminding her of how the earlier whipping had tenderised it. The giggle expired in her throat and she moaned anew as the greased tip of a butt plug appeared at her rear.
    Inside it edged, widening gradually until, at the broadest point, just as she was beginning to struggle and suffer, Councillor Trewin held it still, watching her exertions, and turned it in a circle, once, twice, three times, then shoved it in so that only the wide flange was visible, signalling its presence in her arsehole.
    Now with her body double-filled, her muscles twitched and fluttered uncontrollably. Charles began to torment her with the dildo, pulling it ever so slightly up and then back again, enough to madden her, enough to make her beg him to just fuck it in hard, hard, hard, if only she wasn’t