"Bend over. I want to see this," you and me.
I obey quickly, bending over and plag my palms on my knees, arg my
back doushing my butt out the way you say I should always do
it. You tinue pulling slowly until the sphere is halfway out. I am
panting now since my hole is being stretched at its widest. Then you stop,
making me wonder until I feel the bead slowly popping out the rest of the
way on its own. I ot help but to let out a low moan as this happens.
You' ve always known how to make me feel like a slut, and that is exactly
how I feel as the bead slides out of my pouting boyhole. You repeat this
process with the sed bead, which is slightly smaller than the first one
but still causes me to moan as it pops out. As you start ohird, I
begin to relax, knowing that they only get smaller.
Then, suddenly... YANK!!!
"Nnnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!" I moan loudly and long, almost like a cow
in labour. My knees almost give way as you yank the whole thing pletely
out of me in one swift motion. I feel as if my guts are being pulled out
along with it, and I feel my ass-walls and lips collapsing outward,
twitg in the air for a couple of seds before my natural reflexes
pull them ba. I throw my head bad tio pant and moan, my
feet staggering for purchase as I strive to keep from falling over and
upsetting you.
As I tio whimper, something flashes in front of my fad I focus
my eyes on them. With your hand reag over my head, you are dangling the
string of beads in front of my face. I see them, all eight balls
glistening with my own assjuice.
"Take them in your pretty little mouth," you order me. "And you' d better
take them all."
I push myself further forward, asshole still smarting and winking from the
previous ordeal, and take the first and smallest ball into my mouth. I know