And then the thing in my butt starts to buzz.

I lose the inner battle my body was fighting, all my muscles grasping one last time as I drench his mouth. I am completely spent, faint and dazed. But the thing in my asshole keeps buzzing, and he continues sliding it in and out, although his uncovered mouth has moved away from me.

He’s smirking, that familiar mouth curving up, clearly self-satisfied.

“Who would have thought you’d be so much into butt plugs, little virgin?” Keller croons.

Certainly not I.

“Too bad we agreed to leave this pretty little cunt out of tonight. I think you would have enjoyed being completely filled everywhere, wouldn’t you?” As he speaks, Keller slides his fingers back on my clit, and my body tightens in awareness.

Moments ago, I could have fallen asleep. Now, my inside clench, intrigued, wanting more, like I’m nothing but a greedy little slut. That’s what he’s reduced me to. I’ve never felt this good.

“Yeah, I could fuck her ass while you plow her cunt,” a guy calls, making me remember our audience.

Instantly, I’m tensing for an entirely different reason. Fear.

“Oh, I don’t think so, my friend. This cunt is mine,” her says, pressing his lips against my folds again, just once. “And this ass. And that mouth. And those tits.”

“That’s cold, man. I share my girls all the time.”

“That’s your prerogative,” Keller replies. “But this one is mine.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong. I’m nobody’s property. Certainly not his. But I’m too tired and overwhelmed to speak.

Leaving the butt plug right where it is, vibrating inside me while my taut insides keep straining, Keller stands again, his hands moving to my blouse.

It’s a button-down, but instead of unfastening it, he takes both sides and rips it open, destroying it to expose my breasts. And then, he caresses them gently, softly, exploring them like he has all the time in the world.

Little by little, my exhaustion recedes as my core demands attention. Keller’s mouth moves to my nipples. He’s as gifted with tits as he is with clits, circling, flicking, and then, sucking.

He hasn’t so much as touched the inside of my pussy, yet its walls keep contracting, feeling empty, demanding. Even my butt wants more of the friction he gave me earlier. I need more. Unfortunately, he seems perfectly content sucking my tits reverently for the moment.

Frustrated, I whisper, “Please,” again. It worked last time.

“Please what, darling?”

Again with the demand that I spell it out. He knows what I want. The amused curve of his mouth proves it.

“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you,” he whispers. “I promise. You only have to ask.”