“I admit I might have a shopping addiction.” The deep voice says with chuckle.
“You’re sexier when you’re silent.”
He laughs and puts the mask back down. “That can be arranged.”
Something metallic glints in his hand. “Shit, a knife.” I struggle, trying to reach behind me to loosen the straps. The way my legs are spread, I’m off-balance. I fall forward; he catches the back of the dress, then the knife slides along the seam. The dress falls to the ground. He kicks it away.
His gloved hands cup my breasts, hanging heavy under me for a brief moment, then he’s walking behind me.
I barely register the sound of a zipper, then he thrusts deep into my pussy once, twice. I gasp, jerking away from him. He doesn’t even have to grab my hips. I’m spread so wide-open for him.
He grabs my hair, pulls out, and slams into me again so hard I almost black out.
“Fuck,” I whimper as my pussy flexes around that rock-hard cock. I have not done enough yoga to be able to keep my arms from shaking as he pulls out of me again. His gloved hands tangle back in my hair.
“Please,” I whimper.
He doesn’t say a word.
“God, say something. You never shut up earlier.”
He grabs my jaw with his other hand, forces my mouth open, then I have a mouthful of cock. I taste my pussy juices on him as he fucks my mouth. My nose bangs against the hard V of muscle above the base of his cock, his balls against my chin every time he thrusts into me.
He releases me, and I lie there gasping, resting on my elbows. I watch him in the mirror on one wall.
“You liked this the last time.” The deep voice is muffled under the mask.
It makes me shiver. My pussy can’t wait for his cock again.
“Tell me. You liked it.”
I can’t talk, can only try to breathe.
“I’d call you a good girl,” he says from where he’s selecting something off the shelf, “but good girls don’t take cock like that.”
The voice is rough as I feel something hard and plastic slide into my pussy. I groan as I take it in, panting when it turns on, vibrating inside of me.
“Yeah, your pussy remembers this one.”
“Shit, can’t you just fuck me like a normal person?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, I hear a metal cap ping softly on the floor. Then warm oil dribbles down my ass.
“Um…” It comes out as a moan as the sex toy inside me starts pulsing. Then I feel his gloved fingers on my slicked-up ass.
“Ohh, I can’t!” I pant.
Another finger slides in. The toy slides deeper into my pussy. There’s a second nub on it right against my clit.
“No, you want this.” He crooks his fingers. “Tell me you want this, or I’ll leave you like this for hours.”
My hips roll, trying to get enough friction on the sex toy to make myself come. My clit aches.
“Please, daddy, please,” I moan. “Daddy, I want your cum in me. I’ll be your good little cum slut. Just please make me come.”
His fingers pull out.
I see him watch me in the mirror. I usually don’t like to look at myself, but now I see what he sees. I look like a porn princess, on my hands and knees, my hips rocking as the shadows play off my curves.
