Suck, Plug, Spank

A short Little Emily Dreams story

Suck, Plug, Spank

by Emily Miller

I'm waiting. Waiting and apprehensive. But also excited. I'm actually a nervous wreck, pterodactyls battling with each other in my churning stomach. My heart beat seems to echo off the walls, and my mouth is dry. I'm sitting on the side of my bed in my studio apartment. Hands clasped. I realize that I'm jiggling my legs, both nervously, and in anticipation.

I hope they like what I've chosen to wear. I've gone for the classics. Black thigh highs, attached to a deep red, lacy garter belt. A matching bra and thong combo. They are kinda diaphanous, doing little to mask my pale pink flesh underneath.

I feel like an imposter, I barely fill the bra. My legs look too skinny in the hose. As for the shoes? It's hard to get anything vaguely sexy that also fits my doll feet. I look at the gap between my heels and the shiny, black leather. I'm twenty-two, what a joke!

Are they even coming? I'm not sure that I would think I was worth the trouble myself. I pick up my phone, no messages. But it's still five minutes early. Stop being so needy, you stupid girl! I go back to jiggling my legs. With my minimal clothing, I feel chilly, but also hot at the same time.

My phone bleeps, and I almost fall off the bed. They are here. Getting up, I go to the videophone, my too-large high heels clip-clopping on the hardwood floor. Two guys are standing there. They are both cute, but a little rough at the edges. I like that. I also like how both tower over me, then most people do. But they are also really out of my league, I don't even know if I have a league.

I press a button and hear them both say 'hi.' I press another and the lobby door unlocks.

My mind races as I wait for them to get to my floor. What they see in me is a mystery. How we met is rather less so. There's a site, a site that matches people. Not a dating site. A fucking site. And one used by those who want to play with more than one other person. They'd liked my photos - it probably helped that my face was always out of frame - and they liked what I said I was looking for in my bio.

And - although I still found it kinda unbelievable - they had wanted to see me again after the first time. Today would be our third meeting. I assumed that they had few other options.

And then there was a knock, and I had no time for further musings. The short walk to the door, and looking through the peephole, was all that I could manage. As I lifted my hand to open the lock, I could see it was trembling. Today was going to be different. My request, of course. But perhaps I was a very foolish woman. No, scratch that, I was definitely a very foolish woman.

— — —

They are in my apartment, making the place feel small. A peck on my cheek from either one. An encouraging, "Like the outfit." But otherwise they don't waste time. It's straight down to business.

Large hands unclip straps, and the bra I had so carefully selected is now on the floor. Rough finger-tips abrade my skin as my panties are pulled down. I step free of them, trying not to let my feet fall out of my shoes.

Then a tongue in my mouth, fingers between my legs, and - from behind - two hands squeezing what little flesh I have, then pinching my hardening nipples.

I'm turned and they swap roles. Already I'm feeling lost, a plaything with one purpose. Then I like to feel like that. It stops my over-active brain from dwelling on other stuff. Stuff I'd much rather not dwell on.

Then I'm on my back on the bed, unsure quite how that happened, my shoes have gone missing as well. Coarse stubble scrapes my skin as a smoother tongue explores inside me. His friend is stripping. Then standing... looking... stroking his hardness.

I nod that I am ready. Ready for what I had asked for. Who the fuck am I trying to fool? But it's too late now.

The tongue is withdrawn, my pleasures will be vicarious for a while. I'm picked up, picked up easily. Then deposited on the floor, sitting back on my heels. The nude guy squats on my bed, legs splayed. I shuffle forward so I'm between his knees. He still grips himself, and what he grips is in proportion to his large body. I gulp. I'm going to be gulping a lot.

My visitors are men of few words, they mostly focus on actions. But now I am treated to an entire speech.

"I know it's big. I know it's a struggle for you. So we're going to help you. You OK with that? Like we discussed."

I can't speak, and nod, trying to suppress my trepidation.

"Good. So kneel up, and start."

I do as I am told, putting both hands round him. My hands are small, and he is not. I bow my head, making sure to look up, he likes me looking up, and I open to accommodate him.

The taste of his skin and his already flowing secretions are on my tongue. I suck my cheeks onto him.

"That's a good girl. Now stick your ass out more. He's going to begin."

I obey again, and hear the unseen man move behind me. I try to focus on his friend's pleasure. I take a little more into me each time my head bobs down. But this is the easy part. I know what is coming next.

— — —

Fingers part my butt cheeks. I obligingly move my knees apart further. Then I shiver as cold metal touches skin. My fellatory partner seems to enjoy the ripple that goes right through me. His friend just laughs.

There is a pause and I focus on the other end of my digestive tract, taking more of him inside, beginning to near my limit. Or at least my previous limit, I reflect, with another shiver. I try not to think of anything else, particularly things I'm going to be doing for the first time. Things I'm really not so sure about.

A warmer feeling on my asshole. Viscous liquid dripping onto me. A thumb rubs it around my tightness, then more dripping. It tickles, and I squirm. A firm hand, placed on my head, stills me, Then he pushes me down, pushes more of him

Into me.

Too much...

I pull up, gagging. Tears in my eyes, saliva dripping from my mouth. I need a moment, and I get one. But then...

"Again!"

I'm uncertain. Maybe this is too much. Maybe today is not the day. But then my stubbornness, melding with my desire, takes over. I take a deep breath and go back down again. The hand on the back of my head keeping me in place, applying downward pressure, encouraging me to take it deeper.

The man behind me seems to be accelerating things. More lube. Again his thumb spreading it. Oh fuck! He's pushed it inside me. That's not right. I try to pull away, two pairs of hands prevent me. I have a fucking thumb in my ass, oh my fucking God! Take it out, take it out! But it's hard to make polite requests when your mouth is full.

Obviously reading my mind, he does take it out. But I knew he wasn't finished with me. The other guy stops pressing down on me, and I just suck softly on him, it feels comforting. More lube, and then I feel the metal again. And pressure. Fuck! Lots of pressure. And stretching, stretching way too much.

Again I try to move away. Again they hold me in place. They are stronger than me, and I'm outnumbered. The man filling my oral cavity now also strokes my hair soothingly. "It's OK, little one. Just relax."

More lube, more pressure, more stretching. And I sob, sucking on my oversized 'pacifier' as my only balm. I am grateful for the large presence, even as he again starts to ease deeper.

"Take a break."

I pulled up, holding my throat, my ring feeling tender. It's all impossible.

"Breathe, just breathe," says the man on the bed.

"OK?" The question seems genuine. It helps me a little.

I nod - though inside I am not so sure - and once more he says, "Again."

He guides me onto him and I think maybe I have taken a little more this time. Then all I can think of is the excruciating stretching of my sphincter. The guy on the bed, suddenly gives me another half inch. I take it, I take it fine. And - maybe distracted by my new achievement - I feel my ass finally yielding. The metal plug is inside me and my ring closes sulkily around its stalk.

"Break again."

Part of me misses my oral comforter. But my lungs appreciate the greater oxygen flow as I fill them greedily.

"How does it feel?" asks bed guy.

"Strange. Really strange. I... I want to push it out."

Fullness is what I mostly felt, and the weight of the solid object inside me. It was weird. Unnatural. But also kinda delicious. I wanted to pee.

"Think of it as a little pain to get some cool jewelry," he said. "Like having your ears pierced. Stand up. Walk around. Show off that plug. Show what a good girl you are."

I do as he asks. It is even stranger feeling something deep in my ass as I move about. And now I begin to feel things elsewhere, in my throbbing clit.

"Get her some water," said the man to his taciturn companion.

He retrieves a bottle from my refrigerator, opens the top, and hands it to me without a word. He is still dressed, but I can tell he is enjoying his role, it is kinda obvious looking at his pants.

I sip from the bottle. My heart rate is still elevated. I am super aware of the large foreign object in my rectum. But my apprehension is now becoming overwhelmed by another feeling, by raw arousal.

Then he says, "Phase two."

And I know I want it.

— — —

I'm back kneeling, he's back on the bed. I can feel the plug. It's good now. Yeah I want to squeeze it out, but resisting that intense urge is so pleasureful. I know I'm such a bad girl, and I love it. I'm even wondering about accommodating other things in my ass. But not today. Looking at the clock on the wall, we don't have so much time left today.

He takes my face between his hands. I'm almost lost in his large palms. "This is it, OK?"

"OK!" I say. I'm not being brave, or sublimating myself to meet the needs of others. I'm gonna fucking do this. Do it for me.

He releases me and I immediately devour him. "That's it. I think you are ready."

Looking up, I see him nod at his friend. I just have to close my eyes. Stick my ass out further, and close my eyes.

Fuck!

I can't help but pull up off of him, and grab my stinging ass. I knew it would hurt, but not this much.

"No hands," he says firmly. "Again!"

He steers me down, and this time he doesn't ease up on the pressure. I'm at my previous maximum already. I feel like my eyes are on stalks. And then - slap! - the other cheek, just as hard. But bed guy holds me tight. And, as I adjust to the new burning, another quarter inch slips in. Shit! He's at the start of my esophagus. Never have I ever...

My clit! I have a sudden urge to rub it. I gaze at him, imploring him to understand. Guessing my intent, he frees my arm. That feels good, it feels like my throbbing ass is making other parts of my body throb too. That helps so much.

And then I have other things to think about. Not single blows, but battalions. And the pain is overwhelming, it consumes me. And yet, I'm dimly aware of another quarter inch. He's in my throat, he's in my actual fucking throat! I swallow. I swallow again. I... I... I can do this.

My hand is now pressing so hard on my flesh, and moving from side to side so fast. I'm... I can't be... but I am. I can feel the toy in my ass, the agony of my butt, and the fullness of my mouth. Bed guy let's my orgasm roll through me, then gives me another quarter inch in reward. Still his friend's hand connects with each ass-cheek in turn.

I open my tear-filled eyes, but eyes full of determination. As the other man spanks me remorselessly, I somehow take that heat, take that heat and use it to relax, to suppress the gagging that is battling to emerge. I can't nod, but he sees something in my expression, and he doesn't hesitate, he gives me the last inch in one go. I grab my throat. I have a dick deep in my throat. Even his pubes tickling my nose, and his balls against my chin, can't rob me of the glowing feeling of triumph.

My ass is now almost numb, I can feel the weight of the slaps, and the plug being moved, but my main response is between my legs, in my flushed chest, and in the fluttering of my racing heart.

And then he pulls back, just an inch, his head is still in my throat. And then in again. I look at him incredulously, ignoring the continuing spanking. My eyes say, 'We didn't agree face-fucking!'

I get a smile, "But you are doing so well."

He thrusts in again, and again. And... and I find I can cope... just. I glance at the clock out of the side of my eye, and then 'say,' "Mrng grng agrg."

Getting my meaning, he holds up a hand and the relentless spanking ceases. "To be continued," he adds as he slithers out of my mouth, leaving me gasping.

"And now your reward..."

The tormentor of my ass joins him, and drops his pants. He's as stiff as I had guessed and not much smaller than his friend. I know what's expected of me, we've been here before. Though my body is trembling, and feeling is returning to my much abused butt cheeks, I still kneel up for them. I open my mouth wide, and stick my tongue out expectantly.

I decide that I'm going to keep rubbing my clit at least, and they don't object. Both are jerking hard now, and when they cum it's within seconds of each other. Milky fluid splashes my face, flies into my hair, and drips down my modest breasts. But, sweetest of all, some lands on my tongue, and I savor it's intoxicating flavor, before swallowing.

As semen bathes me, I orgasm again and can't stop myself from yelling, "Fuck yeah!"

In apology for my outburst, I dutifully lick and suck them both clean, collecting a few final small spurts.

And then it's time for them to go. They dress, and I sit in a dazed heap on the floor. I suddenly recall the plug.

"Can you help me?" I ask. "How do I...?"

"Take it out? Like you'd think, give in to your body wanting to expel it. It might help to masturbate again."

With that, they both turn to leave. At the door, the silent guy says, "My turn next time." And then they are gone.

"Next time," I repeat to myself.

I stand, look in the mirror, and am amazed by how beautiful the ruby shade of my ass looks. I hesitantly touch my tender flesh. Then I give the plug an exploratory tug. Nope! Nothing for it but to do as suggested.

I lie on my bed, the pressure of the covers on my raw ass a reminder of my sweet ordeal. I close my eyes, and think about next time. About being face-fucked while sodomized. About two cocks deep in my body. And I start to rub my clit.

THE END

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Endnotes

• Aside from 750 word stories, and a few oddities, I seem to have mostly gravitated toward writing novellas, or at least novelettes, in recent months. When I first started out, I wrote a number of shorter stories, many of which also appear in the same Little Emily Dreams series as this tale. Some of these were composed in either second person present, or - like this one - first person present. I felt like doing that sort of thing again, and this is the result.
• Thanks, as always, to my good friend, Djmac1031, for reading as I wrote.