Furry Kik Users - What a fucking hot body.

My hand trembles as I push the plug into my wetness. "Stop fucking wiener up in there," Furry Kik Users shouts. "I don't want you to get hurt. Put that halter over your head." I quickly unzip the side of the halter and pull it aside my the base of the slacker. A quick slurping sound escapes me and I know what Furry Kik Users is up to. The finger handles on the back of her hand glide over my arse cheeks and start tapping lightly, slowly and slightly on my cunt, sending little electric pulses through my body. Her hand stops momentarily and peeks under the handle of the rubber spatula. I find the handle of the spatula and, with a quick tug, the handle is pressed between my pussy lips and the plug slides out. The flow of blood to my aching clit is great and I swear my heart is going to explode. More than anything, I want the spanking to stop. I start to beg, "Please don't make me do this all over again!" But Furry Kik Users, obviously annoyed by my pleading, is unphased. She picks up the plug and with a "Whack!" I feel the rubbery plug drop back into my ass.

She steps back as the plug slides out of my rectum and is withdrawn. She smiles a wicked little smile and points at the door. I am pushed gently but firmly into the bedroom and I can feel the sting of her hand on my buttocks. Loud noises come from the bedroom and I realize there is a cock taunting me. I open my eyes slowly. There is Brock, fully dressed and bent over the big armchair. He looks at me knowingly, a mischievous glint in his beautiful eyes. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" he asks, playfully smacking my butt with the butt-plug. "No, I guess not," I reply, a little startled. "There's a big cock yanking at you, sweet," he says and then he smacks my bottom again. "I said you were wearing a bra!" He chuckles, and then he smacks my bottom again. "That's better," he says, "and if you do anything I do, you will wear a bigger bra!" I smile and do as I am told. The cocky Brock suggests that I get a pair of his specially designed leg irons.

"Sure," he replies, "I'll get those for you." Once again, I comply. The warm, sticky liquid is running down the crack of my ass and across the mattress. "Aren't you a little nervous, slut?" he asks. "A little horny?" I deflate at laughing. "Well, I wouldn't want to put a lot of effort into training you… would I, Brock?" "Oh, you would. I'd do anything for you," Brock thinks for a while and then adds, almost casually, "and I would die trying." Hearing this surprised me and for a while I thought that he might just disappear. Then, he spoke again. "What do you think of my friend, Furry Kik Users?" "Oh…?" I didn't understand what he was saying. "Yes, Furry Kik Users," he finally says, his tone carefully chosen, not almost derisive. "That's right. You're about to be raped by a bunch of sluts, and I wouldn't want that to happen if I were you. Can you say that again?.