Lying bound on the bed, totally helpless, and unable to see through the cloth covering my eyes, I listened carefully to try to anticipate his next move. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and the latex snap of a condom, and I felt his weight on the mattress. I shivered as his hands explored my body, following the curve of my arse and along my thighs, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, back down to my arse, then twisting the butt plug, pulling and pushing it slightly, just enough to make my arse clench reflexively around it. After a few minutes, I felt him position himself between my legs, and the tip of his cock nudged at my pussy lips. He rocked back and forwards slightly, each motion edging his cock a little further into me, until his full length was inside me at last. His hands were on my shins and he began to pull my body towards him each time he rocked forward, slamming into me harder and harder, his pubic bone hitting my clitoris with each thrust, and I could feel another orgasm building. I whimpered and turned my head from side to side, trying to dislodge the cloth, prepared to beg for release rather than endure the humiliation of my body betraying me again, but this seemed to spur him on and he shortened his stroke, grinding his pelvis into me faster as he felt me tensing around his cock. Although I was barely aware of the plug protruding from my arse, the sensations throughout my entire body seemed to be intensified, and I could hear my own breath catching as a powerful orgasm overtook me and all thoughts of escape disappeared. Just as I felt myself peaking, the man reached down and deftly removed the plug, withdrawing from my quivering pussy at the same time and planting the head of his cock against my arse, nudging between my contractions and pushing until it was firmly embedded inside my stretched, taut butthole.

Only the head of his cock was inside me and I felt as if my arsehole would split at the seams. I started to plead with him through the cloth on my face, begging him to let me go but as I cried out he pulled the cloth from my face and firmly covered my nose and mouth with his hand, his strong thumb closing my jaw and silencing me to a soft whine as he brought his face down to within inches of mine. His lean body lay between my bound legs, his stomach on mine and his chest pressing against my breast. He held his hips poised in place, neither pushing in nor withdrawing for what seemed an eternity as he stared intently into my eyes, until my protests subsided, then ever so gradually, he started to move. He edged his cock in just a fraction, pausing as he saw me wince, waiting until my face softened before edging in a fraction more. He repeated this, pushing a little more each time, bit by bit working his cock into my virgin arse. With each nudge my muscles contracted involuntarily around his cock, and each time he waited until they relaxed again before pushing in a little more. His eyes never left mine and I realised that however unwilling I may have been, he was making sure he didn’t really hurt me, easing the pressure over my nose and mouth as I breathed raggedly into his palm, and watching my face closely for signs of pain. I kept my eyes on his, trying to control my breathing and relax my body into this new sensation. Little by little, my body accepted his until the entire length of his cock was inside me. He finally released my gaze and rested for a moment, his forehead on the back of his hand, before starting to withdraw. I gasped at the sudden change in sensation and it was almost a relief when he pushed in again. Despite the discomfort, the strangeness of it all, the pain had passed and in its place was a growing warmth and an unexpected surge of desire.