Penelope Rouge
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🕑 Added 2023-11-21 22:00:02 +0000 UTCMore of her
The moon is full tonight.
She's gone mad with lust again and I've been her only prey. She's like a Goddess only I may worship and tonight I'm a little filled with fear.
Her fiery gaze has me stuck here allowing her to do anything she wants to me. It's like I'm frozen and she wants to eat me whole while simultaneously watching me suffer.
With her back arched in the glow of the moon beaming from the window she pushes another eclair passed my lips. I willingly open and her hand nestles between the crease of my thigh and pelvis, my soft skin engulfing her fingers.
She looks up at me and smiles then slowly moves down my chest, kissing, rubbing, and squeezing. I'm still and breathless, chewing the delicious pastry for her.
She's drawing me in. As many times as I've denied my desires she keeps coming back at me, going in for the kill. Tempting me every step of the way. She's merciless and knows exactly how to get what she wants.
And she wants to see me get bigger...
A dark obscure obsession that I feel the need to fulfill. Not only for her, but myself as well.
I know it's bad, but I just can't resist her anymore. She leads another eclair up to my lips and I hesitantly take a bite.
But she persists and pushes the rest into my mouth. I simply cannot say no any longer.
With my will finally broken her lips spread into a devilish grin.
Fuck…she's got me.
Her hand slips up my lace camisole and up my breast, massaging ever so gently.
My lips part to utter a gasp and she lays next to me.
"Open up." She whispers. My mouth still agape but widening just for her.
Another eclair slips in and a single finger pushes it nearly to the back of my throat.
She smiles and cranes her neck to kiss mine.
I can feel my tit become firm under her hand with her breath hot on my neck. With a slight moan slipping out I panic and feel myself redden in the face. Her hand then trails from my breast to underneath my belly.
Soft from her very own temptations, she grabs a handful and jiggles it gently. She smiles and rubs it around.
"Oops, did I do that?" She whispers into my ear grinning and biting gently on my lobe.
I can feel myself throbbing. Her words are torture and her touch has me trapped. Just when I think I may be able to compose myself her fingers tickle down my inner thigh.
Whimpering, she draws her hand quickly back up to my face, her finger pressed against my lips almost to pry them open. "Now now…be a good girl and finish your dessert for me."
She sits up in front of me with her left hand slipping up the back of my scalp gripping a fistful of hair.
"Take another bite."
She gently pulls my head back forcing my mouth to open, cramming another decadent cream filled pastry into my mouth.
"Good girl." She rests my head back and lets me chew. I'm getting full now.
Her eyes gaze down at my taut stomach then back at me. Both of her hands caress my round belly lovingly. Her touch relaxes me yet again.
"Just keep eating for me…" She whispers up at me before leaning in to kiss my bloated belly.
My stumble on my words and can't manage to get them out. With her hand pressed against my thigh I can barely speak.
"I-..." With that, she sits herself onto my lap, left hand around my throat, right hand pressed into my thigh. I'm stunned, throbbing, nearly in tears from her teasing. I need to be pleased.
"You've been such a good girl tonight. I love stuffing you full of sweets." My eyes scan the shape of her body. Soft. Glowing.
"If only I could fully bend your will…"
Her grip tightens, I struggle to breathe. Her hand pushes my thigh further and she uses her leg to force it apart and hold it open.
Like a helpless animal I surrender to her. She's strong. Much stronger than I am.
"That's it…good."
A breeze flows in through the window and the smell of her perfume catches with the wind. I'm completely entranced. She smells divine. The soft smell of lust, fruit, and vanilla captivate me. I want more of her.
Within seconds she quickly locks my right wrist to the iron bars in the headboard and forces my left hand into the pillows behind me. Fresh, soft, and cool, I sink into them.
She grabs the other plush lined restraint and locks my wrist in place.
"With this, you belong to me for the night."
I hear a lock click around the iron bar. I can't move either arms. I'm mildly panicked but so aroused. She jumps up and examines me.
"Struggle for me." She commands.
I yank and kick yet I'm stopped abruptly as the edible starts to finally kick in. My breathing slows and I sink further into her bed.
"That's it…relax." She climbs back into me, my chest rising and falling as my heart slows back down. Her hands run up my plump hips, gripping them tightly. She rests her head on my thighs and continues to feel me up.
"I love your body so much. It feels so good to touch you like this."
From my hips back to my swollen stomach she grips every inch of me. My heart is racing again and my belly gurgles from digestion. I see her peek over and look up at me.
"What's this? Thirsty? You need something to wash all of those carbs down with…"
She quickly bolts out of the room, her tight black lace panties stuck between her jiggling ass cheeks. She leaves me both nervous and curious.
A single minute passes and she glides back into the bedroom with a gallon of whole milk.
"Now…I know you're not quite able to fit all of this into your belly but please…drink as much as you can for me."
She helps me sit up, my belly resting on my thighs, and tips the gallon jug up leaving me to swallow as quick as I can. "Good girls drink lots of milk."
I'm nearly drowning. A good amount trickles down my chin and onto my chest. It's ice cold.
"Keep going."
Her gentle encouragement helps me through it. I lean back and let the rest of the room in my stomach fill. I'm really full.
Over half of the gallon gone and my belly feels like it's going to pop. She sets it aside and stares back at my sad state.
I'm groaning, whimpering, full, my pussy is throbbing and I no longer want to move at all.
"That's a good…good girl…"
She's so wicked and cruel…yet I can't get enough of her.
She sloshes my belly around in circles and jiggles it gently. "I think your poor belly is going to be getting much much bigger soon…"
I truly cannot take it anymore.
I can feel her touch go lower. I can feel the heat radiate from my core.
I love her.
I hate her.
I'm full, my pussy aching from being teased. Wet, stoned, and almost to the point of grinding her hand.
An audible gasp of pleasure is released.
Her fingers slip down my pussy and slowly inside of me. I'm soaked. She looks down at me and smiles.
Her fingers work vigorously curving up and pressing into my g-spot and periodically coming up to rub my clit.
I'm no longer able to stifle my moans, my back arched, bare leg able to see past my rounded milk-filled belly.
"Yes…good girl…"
She's so aroused just by pleasuring me I watch her run her hand up her shirt to her breast.
I involuntarily bite my lower lip as I watch her finger fuck me. I'm riding her hand almost needing more. And just like that she swoops down, laying herself between my thighs and begins to lap my clit up while massaging my fatty pussy.
My arms pull the restraints and I'm crying from pleasure. I feel both of her hands press under my thighs and around my hips.
She's pulling me closer to her face.
The pressure is building deep within me. My legs are tense and shaking, gripping the sheets tightly, the release edging near.
"Please…finish me…" I whimper softly.
And like a wish suddenly granted, she presses her tongue down and laps my clit furiously, sliding her fingers back inside of me.
With tears running down my face and white knuckles, I feel the buildup release and my hips thrust uncontrollably with her fingers still inside of me feeling up my throbbing walls.
I lose myself.
For a moment I thought time actually stopped.
My body was trembling.
I beg her to finally stop and she draws her hand back.
Breathless I look back up at her only to see her smiling, whipping her hair over her shoulder as she crawls up to me for cuddles.
She rests her head near mine and unlocks my left hand restraint.
"Good girls are allowed their freedom…"
I'm levitating.
She's so calm and relaxed.
She gets what she wants and leaves me exhausted at times…
And yet I still want more of her…
