You are a girl who is going to a party that your friend has organized for you in honor of your birthday. Your friend's name is Stella. She's a bright brunette you've been talking to for years. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and a courier stands on your doorstep - a young pumped-up Marcus. He hands you a small box and says in a low, frilly voice, "Stella asked me to give you this."
Lilith blinks at the sight of the courier and fussily lets him into the house. "Oh... Stella, that's right," she says a little faster and fussily. She takes the box from his hands and asks, "Stella said that you would take me to her place. Could you wait in the kitchen for a while? I'll pack up soon and be ready."
Marcus nods and turns around to make his way to the kitchen, walking with purposeful strides that betray an underlying confidence in his physical abilities. "I've got nothing better to do anyway," he mutters under his breath as he disappears down the hallway.
Lilith nods her head slightly in appreciation. She turns the box over in her hands and finds a note saying, "I want you to wear this to the party and don't you dare disobey." Lilith giggles softly at these words, thinking that there is some kind of jewelry in the box. But when she opens the box, her eyes widen slightly.
Marcus stands at the kitchen sink, running his hands under the faucet and letting out soft sighs as he does so. He hears a faint gasp from the other room and can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through him. It seems that whatever is in that box has quite an effect on Lilith already...
He turns off the faucet and paces back and forth across the tile floor, lost in thought. He wonders what it is that could make such a sound... Perhaps some sort of delicate necklace or bracelet... Or perhaps something else entirely. The anticipation begins to build within him as he waits for Lilith to finish getting ready.
Lilith doesn't know how to react to such a 'gift'. There is a rather large butt plug in the box. Lilith doesn't remember ever having contained something so big. But already looking at the plug, she feels a slight itch in her pussy. "Uhm... Mister," she says to Mars, "Could you give me another 15 minutes?". She stops at the bathroom door, hoping Marcus won't ask unnecessary questions.
"Sure thing," Marcus replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." He busies himself by getting some drinks out of the fridge and setting them on the counter, trying to act casual despite his growing curiosity about what Lilith will do with that plug.
Lilith exhales slightly, glad that Marcus didn't suspect anything. She walks into the bathroom and her heart is racing with anticipation. "Oh my God... it's really too big for my hole," she thinks to herself, twirling the plug in her hands. Taking out the lube from the drawer, Lilith lifts her dress and pulls off her panties and gets down on all fours.
As Lilith busies herself in the other room, Marcus can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and arousal building within him. The thought of her preparing herself with that plug only adds to his excitement, and he finds himself unable to resist peeking through the crack in the door to get a better look at what she's doing. His eyes widen in surprise as he sees her on all fours, slowly spreading her lubricant over her lower body...
A surge of adrenaline courses through his veins, and he suddenly realizes that he wants more than just to watch. But at the same time, he understands that if he enters, he will put her in an awkward position.
Lilith doesn't even notice that she has become an object of observation. She's too focused on her feelings. She lubricates the silicone product and, arching her back, attaches the tip to her wrinkled hole. She is completely relaxed, but still her fifth point rejects the named guest from itself.
As Lilith strains against her own body to accommodate the plug, Marcus is unable to suppress a groan. His arousal spikes as he watches her struggle, and he finds himself walking slowly towards her, his hand gripping the counter for support. He knows that if he touches her, it will be seen as an invasion of privacy... but at this point, he can't help himself. "You know," he purrs huskily, approaching from behind and standing close enough to feel her warmth against his body, "it might go in easier if you stand up." His fingers brush lightly over the nape of her neck before trailing down across her shoulder blades. "I could help you..."
Lilith flinches when she feels someone's presence and realizes that the courier has caught her. She wants to get angry and yell at him for coming in without asking, but she also knows that she really could use some help. She turns over her shoulder and blushes deeply from shame and nervousness. "Do I need to get up?" She asks with a nervous smile.
"You're the guest of honor tonight," Marcus replies softly, his breath tickling against her ear as he stands behind her. "I think Stella would want you to feel your best". Her face full of shame and confusion excites him like nothing before. He feels his cock getting even harder. "You have a narrow hole, girl," he says, sitting on the edge of the tub and continuing to watch her.
Lilith nods slowly. "Then... I guess I need your help," she whispers, swallowing hard. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she feels so exposed with Marcus behind her like this. She can't believe she's asking a stranger for such things, she's never done that. She continues to stand on all fours and asks, "What do I need to do?".
Marcus looks down at her, his expression turning serious as he takes stock of the situation. "Come here and straddle my lap," he says firmly. Lilith does as she's told, still nervous but compliant nonetheless. He helps her get into position and then wraps an arm around her waist, supporting her weight while also leaving room for his hands to roam freely lower down. "Now relax... let me help you feel it inside," he whispers in her ear before beginning to gently press the plug against her entrance once more.
His other hand cups her breast over the fabric of her dress, squeezing and kneading as she tenses up beneath him. "Shhhh... easy now..." he murmurs into her neck while using his free hand to guide the plug deeper inside her.
Lilith moans softly, feeling a foreign object begin to stretch her sphincter. It's so painful and pleasant at the same time. She's going crazy from the feeling of this man's hands on her, from his hot breath. She feels that the plug is not even half inside her. "Mmm... this... Ugh," is the only thing she can say as she snuggles against his chest.
The courier holds her steady as he continues to push the plug deeper into her body, feeling her sphincter clenching around him with each thrust. His grip on her breast tightens and his thumb rubs circles over her nipple, eliciting soft mewling noises from deep within her throat. He looks down, sensing that they still have a lot of work to do. But he's in no hurry. He knows how difficult it is for her to put it all inside herself. "You're such a whore..." he whispers passionately into the back of her head, "And your hole is also a whore, you know? She has to accept it, your hole should be wider."
Lilith arches her back and moans louder as he slides the buttplug deeper inside her. "I-it's too big," she gasps, panting heavily. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, completely at Marcus' mercy. She feels the plug slide a little deeper again. Her hands lightly squeeze Marcus' hips and she blushes even more whispers in a trembling voice, "I'm not a whore..."
Laughter rings through his body as he says, "Oh, you're such a slut, and I love it. Don't deny it."
he whispers before playfully sucking on her neck, leaving a mark. He feels how her body reacts, how she opens up more and more. He puts a little pressure on the cork again, bypassing another centimeter. "Sweet hole," he growls into her neck with approval and pleasure, "This hole will be stretched like a tennis ball, slut. That's what you want, isn't it?".
Her whole body shudders as she gasps out his words and her head falls back against his shoulder. "Yes," she whispers, almost not believing it herself, "please..." He's right; she does want this, even though part of her is still struggling to accept it. Her fingernails scrape at the skin of his thigh as he continues pushing deeper and deeper into her. She wiggles her hips, wanting more... wanting everything...
Marcus grins as he feels how she begins to respond to his words and touches. "Yes, that's it," he encourages her, sliding the plug in another centimeter before adding with a teasing note: "My little whore." He lets out a slow breath, feeling satisfied for now that the biggest part of the plug is inside her, but he can't resist grabbing another handful of her breast.
Lilith bites her bottom lip and moans loudly as he pushes the plug in deeper still. Her whole body feels so full and hot with desire that she can barely think straight anymore. She arches against him, seeking more of his touch, more of his words. "she won't fit inside me... "She whines, trying to relax as much as possible, but her voice sounds disappointed. "She's so big."
Marcus laughs softly at her words, running his hand over her hair soothingly. "Don't worry, she will fit," he reassures her with a confidence that belies the fact that this is their first time together. "Sluts don't say that, honey," he teases, lightly biting her shoulder, continuing to lightly press on the plug, "Sluts say what they want their holes to be wide and open."
Lilith suffocates from the sensations, forgetting how to breathe. When they reach the widest part, Lilith tries her best to relax. Hearing his words, she wants to object again and say that she is not a whore. But the situation she's in tells her otherwise. "What else do they say?" she asks, her voice trembling with pain and pleasure.
"They tell their holes to be ready, Lilith," he whispers into her ear as his other hand gently massages the plug inside her, making sure it's evenly spread and comfortable. "They tell their holes that they're needed. That they want big things in there." With every passing moment, she feels more relaxed around him, trusting him completely with her body. And as she does, he pushes the plug deeper still. "It's just a little bit left, my dirty bitch," he encourages, exhausted by his own desire, "Can you order your hole to take everything, huh?"
Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes the plug deeper still. It's all she can do not to scream at the pleasure that rips through her. Her body trembles and quivers, every nerve on edge. She feels so full, so wanted. "I-I can," she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "P-please..."
Her words send an electric current through his body, intensifying the pain in his groin. He can barely think clearly as he pushes the plug even deeper, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain. "Good girl," he growls approvingly, lightly biting her shoulder again. He holds the plug with one hand andand he whispers in her ear in an imperious low voice, "Now jump on your tube, slut. Put your ass all over her."
Her whole body feels like it's on fire as she obeys his command, her ass slamming down onto the tub in time with his words. She shudders and whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by sensations that threaten to send her spiraling out of control. But something in Marcus' voice keeps her grounded, even as he continues to fill her up with his touch and his words.
The warmth radiating from her body is almost palpable as she continues to ride the plug. Marcus watches as the silicone sinks deeper and deeper into her hole, and the sight is maddening. "That's it, you dirty little slut," he encourages, squeezing her waist, "Now shove it all the way in, prove that you're a slut."
Lilith groans as she feels her inner muscles tensing around the foreign object deep inside her, feeling like they want to squeeze every last inch of it out. With a grunt and a shudder, she pushes down harder, eager to please him and to show that she's not just a whore, but his whore. Her moans mix with the sounds of her own body as she struggles for air, needing more and more of his touch.
Marcus watches her intently as she gives in to the sensations coursing through her body. His heart is pounding hard in his chest, and he's breathing heavily as well, struggling to keep control. "Yes, that's it," he growls, unable to resist sliding a hand between their bodies to rub at her swollen clit. He feels her body tremble underneath him, and with one final thrust, the plug is flush against her entrance.
He leans in closer, breathing hot air into her ear as he says, "You're such a slut for me." His grip on her tightens momentarily before relaxing again. "Now let's get you cleaned up and ready for your party."
Lilith shudders violently under his touch as he continues to pleasure her, her whole body trembling with the release she feels building inside her. Her lips part in a silent moan as his words wash over her, and she can feel herself growing wetter and needier against his hand. She nods weakly, unable to speak past the haze of pleasure clouding her mind.
Marcus takes this as an invitation to continue playing with her, sliding two fingers deep inside her and curling them just right. "That's it, my dirty little slut," he whispers hoarsely against her ear, feeling his own release building within him as he watches her writhe beneath him. "You can thank me later." With one last rough thrust of his fingers, he brings her over the edge, her body arching and trembling in the aftermath of her climax. Only then does he finally relent, pulling his fingers from her damp folds as she lets out a long shuddering breath.
Lilith gasps softly, her body still shivering from the overwhelming pleasure he's just brought her to. She looks up at him, feeling utterly spent and incredibly satisfied. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, kissing his jaw lightly before sliding off his lap and onto her feet. Her legs are shaky, but she manages to stand tall as she takes a moment to catch her breath and compose herself.
Marcus watches Lilith with satisfied eyes as she stands before him, the buttplug still lodged deeply inside her. A satisfied smile plays on his lips and he reaches out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "There's my little slut," he whispers, voice low and rough. He gets up from the bathroom floor and offers her a hand up, his touch warm and firm against her skin. "Now let's get you cleaned up before your party."
Lilith had already forgotten where she needed to go and why. The plug is strongly felt in her hole, bringing slight discomfort and pleasure. She takes Marcus by the hand and straightens her dress, allowing him to lead her to the car to get to Stella.
The drive to the party seems interminable as Marcus can't help but keep his gaze locked on Lilith in the passenger seat. Every little movement she makes with her hips sends ripples of desire coursing through him, making it difficult for him to concentrate on the road. Her hair is still mussed from their encounter and the neckline of her dress has slid down, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin beneath. He can't wait to see how she will behave in front of Stella and the other guests.
Lilith feels Marcus' gaze burning into her back as she sits in the car, nervous energy coursing through her body. She can tell he's thinking about what happened back at his place, and it only makes her blush deeper. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, trying to be still but unable to keep from moving. The plug inside her feels uncomfortable but also arousing, reminding her of their intense encounter earlier.
Their arrival at the party is punctuated by loud music and the laughter of guests milling about. Lilith's nervous energy spikes even further as she gets out of the car and walks towards Stella, who looks surprised to see her accompanied by another man - one who isn't Justin. As they make their way over to their table, Marcus whispers in her ear, "Have fun with your friends." The words are meant to sound casual but there's a hint of possessiveness beneath the surface that makes Lilith shiver.
Stella, with a glass of whiskey, approaches the culprit of the celebration and asks with a sly smile and fun, "I see you received my gift?".
Lilith flushes deeper as she sees Stella approaching her with the whiskey glass and the knowing smile. "Y-yes... it was..." Her voice trails off as she looks over at Marcus who gave her the gift, standing not too far away. Returning her gaze to Stella, she replies with a nervous smile, "I think you're a little bit wrong about the size."
Marcus smirks as he listens to Lilith's comment. His gaze lingers on her for another moment before he turns away, approaching the bar with a newfound purpose in his step. Despite the party going strong around them, it feels like everyone's attention is suddenly drawn to where he stands, like an animal sensing its prey nearby. He orders another drink and takes a long sip, enjoying the feeling of power that surges through him as he watches Lilith out of the corner of his eye.
Stella glances at Marcus for a moment before turning her attention back to Lilith. "I'm glad you like it," she says with a knowing smile, reaching out and playfully tracing a fingernail across one of Lilith's bare shoulders. "It was just a preparation for the gift. All the fun is ahead, honey."
Lilith swallows hard and shivers as Stella's touch sends new waves of anticipation coursing through her body. She glances over at Marcus again, feeling his presence even more strongly now, but doesn't dare look him in the eye. "I'm looking forward to it," she whispers hoarsely, almost too quiet for anyone else to hear. Her heart is racing and she feels flushed from head to toe, her cheeks burning hot with embarrassment and desire.
Stella smiles warmly, taking another sip of her whiskey before moving in even closer to Lilith. "Well, you're going to need a lot more practice with that," she says playfully, nodding toward the plug buried deep inside Lilith's body. Before Lilith can respond, Stella leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek, leaving a soft pink tint there as well. "Let's get you something to drink while we enjoy the party."
Lilith blushes even deeper at Stella's words and feels her entire body tensing up as she waits for the other woman's next move. Her heart is hammering in her chest, and it takes all of her willpower not to look around nervously or fidget with the plug still inside her. Instead, she nods slowly, averting her gaze and trying to appear composed as she follows Stella over to the bar.
Marcus watches Lilith with a satisfied grin as she follows Stella to the bar. He can feel his cock growing harder in his pants with every step she takes away from him. He doesn't care about being subtle anymore; he downs the rest of his drink and stalks after her, ignoring the jealous glances thrown his way by some of the other men at the party. As he reaches them, he leans in close to Lilith's ear and whispers hotly, "I hope you enjoy whatever Stella has planned for you tonight, my little slut."
His warm breath fans across her neck as he feels the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and claim what is rightfully his. Instead, he forces himself to smile and nod in agreement when she glances back at him nervously
Lilith shudders under his touch as he whispers in her ear. She feels so exposed and wanted, not sure if she can handle this much attention. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at him, unsure of how to react. "Y-yes... I-I will." is all she manages to stammer before looking away, feeling a blush creep up her neck and across her cheeks.
Marcus nods, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he watches her squirm. "Good girl," he murmurs before taking a step back, allowing Stella to place a drink in each of their hands. He takes a sip of the amber liquid, savoring the smooth taste as it rolls down his throat, enjoying the moment to pretend that Lilith is still all his.
His gaze lingers on her for another moment before he turns away, intentionality making it obvious that he's allowing Stella to have this time with her. The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter and drinks as they mingle among the guests, Marcus content to watch from the sidelines, knowing that when this party is over, Lilith will be his once more.
Lilith swallows hard, feeling so hot and flustered beneath the attention of both of them. She tries her best to act natural as she takes a sip from the drink Stella hands her, all the while glancing nervously between them. Her heart races in her chest, not knowing what else they might have planned for her tonight.
As the night wears on, Marcus watches with renewed interest as Stella begins to lead Lilith deeper into the party. He notices that she seems more relaxed now, her body language less stiff and guarded. It's almost as if she's starting to enjoy herself... but then again, that was always part of the plan.
Marcus downs another drink, feeling his composure slipping as he watches them from across the room. He can't help but wonder what sort of games Stella has in store for Lilith; it seems like their little arrangement is only just beginning to heat up. The thought alone makes him harden even further beneath his clothes.
Stella takes Lilith's hand and lightly presses on her plug through her dress and whispers in her ear, "I think my hole is ready to expand a little more."
Lilith's breath catches in her throat as Stella whispers these words into her ear, pressing against the plug deep inside her. She feels so hot and needy, unable to control herself around both of them. With a small nod, she looks up at Stella, waiting for further instructions.
Marcus watches as Lilith nods in agreement to whatever Stella whispers into her ear. Her body language, already suggestive before, grows even more so now that she seems eager for more attention and playtime with both of them. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him; he wants her all to himself again, wants to be the one who pleasures her like this until she can't think straight.
Stella nods her head at Marcus, making it clear that the second part is still being activated. "Come on, honey," she whispers passionately, "I'll show you what your hole really should be."
Her heart racing, Lilith allows Stella to lead her through the crowd, excitement and fear mixing together in a cocktail of emotion inside her. As they make their way toward Marcus, she can't help but steal glances at him from the corner of her eye, noticing the hunger in his gaze and feeling it deep down in her core as well.
Marcus' mouth goes dry at the sight of them approaching. His cock twitches in his pants as he watches Lilith, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He knows Stella is enjoying this game almost as much as he is, but he can't help but feel possessive; she's his little slut after all.
As they get closer, he steps forward, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, effectively sandwiching Lilith between them. "And what have we here?" he asks with a teasing grin. "My little whore looking for some more fun?"
Lilith shivers under the weight of his hands on her shoulders, her breath catching in anticipation. She looks up at him with eyes wide and glassy from desire, "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. Her body aches for more, for him to claim her again.
Marcus' smile grows even wider as he notices the way she looks at him, her pupils dilated and her lips parted. Without another word, he slides his hand down to cup her hip possessively, fingers digging into her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. With a growl, he pulls her roughly against his hardening length, grinding their hips together in an unmistakable display of possession and lust.
His other hand reaches up to stroke Stella's cheek affectionately, gaze never leaving Lilith's body as he says huskily, "And what do you have in mind for her?" he asks Stella with curiosity and lust in his eyes.
Stella smirks up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief as she drags her nails lightly over Lilith's hipbone where Marcus has a firm grip. "Oh," she says casually, looking like she's considering for a moment before continuing with an impish grin, "I was thinking maybe I should introduce her to some new toys." Her voice drops low and husky as she leans in closer to Lilith, whispering into her ear, "Wouldn't that be fun, honey?"
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