“You really need to find some other words, little bird. Your pleas of leaving are becoming boring.”
Taking out the candied apple, I twirl the steel around my fingers, watching the apple spin.
“Do you like toffee apples?” She shakes her head. “They can be quite the treat, but this one is missing something.”
“What?” She looks confused.
“It has no cream. I much prefer my apples with cream.”
Kneeling on the ground, I hear the sludge of mud as my knees hit the ground. Taking my finger, I slide it up into her glistening pussy.
God, she was already turned on. Fear really did make my little bird wet. I could see the desire dripping from her core.
My fingers brush against her pussy lips, and I hear the squelch of her desire as my fingers mash against her slippery wetness.
“No,” she sighs.
My fingers slide down like they are doing a happy dance as they enter her opening.
“I don’t even know who you are.” She gasps.
“Sure, you do, little bird.”
My fingers twirl deep inside of her dripping hole, feeling her coat my fingers as I slide in and out of her, feeling her stretch around my fingers.
“Are you ready?”
“For what?” She pants.
Taking the apple, I run it up her thighs and gently slide it up her dripping pussy.
“You can’t put that inside me.” Her eyes widen. “It won’t fit.”
Moving the apple faster against her clit, her moans ring out in the deserted forest and finally it’s a sound I’ve been dying to hear.
Stretching her hole with my fingers, I watch her face to see the pinch of pain travel across her face, sliding the apple down to her dripping hole I push it inside of her, I don’t wait for her to get used to the feel of it and a scream tears from her throat as I bob the apple in and out of her dripping pussy, pushing her to her very limits, she can’t even scream she’s gasping for breath.
Coating the apple with her delicious juices, it drips down as I fuck her harder and faster, her moans coming out in a burst of strangled gasps and screams.
“Please—it—hurts.” she cries as more tears fall down her face.
pushing her deeper over the edge, I wait until I can feel her tremble beneath my touch and move the apple in and out of her greedy pussy while I massage her clit in circles with my thumb.
“Oh God—its—oh god.” She screams into the night.
Her legs tremble and I watch as the desire takes over and beads of sweat falls from her forehead and she finally cums, she cums so fucking hard I’m surprised she doesn’t explode into a million pieces.
Pulling the apple from her drenched pussy, I hold it up like it’s a trophy. “See now, it is glazed with cream.”
Standing up, I watch her exhausted little body give in and I shove that apple in her mouth and fix it there with duct tape. She shakes her head in protest as I turn and walk away from her.
Stalkinginto the back of the house, I place the mask in a drawer in the kitchen as I announce it’s time for my guests to leave.
The chatter is a loud roar of displeasure at cutting their fun short, but my night can’t begin until they all leave.
They start moving to the front of the house to leave what I assume they think has been another night of fun, drinking games.
“Ashton?”
