2 comments/ 29474 views/ 7 favorites Female Plumbing By: Bethyboo She stands puzzled under the shower nozzle. She looks up and her eyebrows knit together. This is Monday morning and she needs to get cleaned up, the postman should be here with her much anticipated letter. The thought that she has become addicted to her Monday letter as sure as a drug addict needs his fix briefly crosses her mind before she brushes it to the back of her overactive imagination. She stamps her foot in the very dry tub and twists the knobs back and forth. There simply is not a single drop of water to be had. She runs her tongue over unbrushed teeth and jumps when she hears the doorbell. She climbs out of the shower...still very dry and grabs the mouthwash...a quick swish and as the bathrobe slides over her shoulders she quickly makes her way to the door. She cinches the tie tightly around her waist and slowly opens the door...peeking her head around the corner. Standing on her door step is a man dressed in coveralls, carrying a large toolbox. He waggles his ID badge at her and says simply, "Plumber." Just that one word which leaves her staring dumbly at him...one hand on the door and one on the tie of her bathrobe. There is a long awkward silence before the word, "And?" tumbles from her lips, her brows knitting together forming a furrow above the bridge of her nose. He looks at her as if she has spoken in a foreign language and then gives half a smile and says, "We knocked your water out and I need to shut off the valve in the house before we can repair the main. May I please come in?" She takes a few long moments to consider...and then says, "OK, but can you check my mail for me first?" She waits until he retrieves her mail before opening the door wide enough to allow him and his enormous toolbox to enter. She takes the mail and flips through it, smiling broadly as she finds the letter she has been waiting for. She grins and with a backward glance at the plumber says, "The main is in the basement, just give a holler if you need anything." With that she flounces away down the hall to her bedroom to savour the letter in private. She listens until she hears the sound of his boots on the stairs, then tears open the letter and while the envelope flutters to the floor her eyes start scanning the words, devouring the contents. She smiles, then frowns, then shakes her head and starts at the top again. Dear Purty, Your two favorite men are getting a break this week. UPS is home with the flu and your mailman has strained his groin muscle. He says he did it at work...we think you are the cause of his man muscle strain. Either way, both are out of commission this Monday. So we pondered about how to keep you busy. It seems there is a plumber with a fetish for back door work, and when given the opportunity to ravish an unsuspecting woman in her own home...well let's just say he jumped at the opportunity. Enjoy your plumber. Yours Truly The Monday Morning Club After rereading the letter, digesting the aforesaid devoured words, a look of panic crosses her face. She strains to hear sounds of work wafting up from the basement and as the silence builds to a screaming crescendo, she exhales slowly and stares as the doorknob turns silently. There is not a sound as the well oiled door slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly bows inward. All of a sudden he is there, filling the door frame, still carrying the over-sized tool box. The plumber is as naked as the day he was born, grinning from ear to ear as he pronounces, "Happy Monday." His tongue flicks out over his bottom lip as his eyes travel from her bare feet to the throbbing pulse at her neck. He steps inside and kicks the door shut noisily behind him. She stares at him, taking in his broad shoulders, his strong muscular legs and the tip of his cock as it peeks from behind the toolbox. Her eyes widen in shock, as she realizes that this man is about 6'4" tall with long legs and his cock is hanging flaccid to just above his knee. What must that cock look like in all its erect glory? She is unsure if she wants to know...but knows that she is about to find out. She cannot deny anything the Monday Letter Club suggests, she is totally hooked. She is allowed to be afraid, and that she is...her large eyes and quivering lip a physical testament to the unease welling up inside her belly. He stands just inside the closed door and smiles, "The water is fixed, you can have your shower soon, but first, a little warm-up." He lets the toolbox move to his side as he approaches the bed where she sits waiting. Her eyes bugging out at the gentle sway of the cock that must be at least 11 inches, it twitches slightly as she stares. She swallows nervously, wetting suddenly parched lips. He sets the toolbox beside the bed and stands with his hands on his hips, staring at the slight parting of her robe, the sudden thudding of her heart seems to fill the room. He reaches for her hands and pulls her to her feet. His hands swiftly untie the robe and gently pulls it from her shoulders. He runs a warm fingertip over her collarbone as the robe puddles on the floor at her feet. She pulls in a deep breath and opens her mouth to ask him just what he has in mind, but before the words can reach her lips, he bends his head and captures her lips with his own, swallowing her unspoken words. His gentle touch, the hot touch of his lips, and her legs start to quiver with anticipation. His hands run along her sides and he pulls her hands behind her back, her hardened nipples scraping the soft hair on his chest. She shivers, as one of his hands captures both of her wrists, he nips at her bottom lip before tearing his mouth away, staring deeply into her eyes. She catches her breath, and asks, "Are you the 'backdoor plumber' my letter warned me about?" His chuckle sets the hair at the back of her neck on end as he whispers in her ear, "Backdoor plumber...I like that. I guess that's as good a way to describe me as any other. I plan on making good use of your back door." Realization suddenly dawns on her as the meaning of the backdoor plumber breaks through her fuzzy thoughts. As she stares open mouthed at him, then drops her gaze to his over sized cock, she shakes her head and says, "That cock is not going anywhere near my back door, you'll turn it into a two bay garage." He pulls her arms back, arching her sharply, her tingling nipples pointed upwards, he leans down and takes the right one in his mouth, teeth sinking in as his tongue flicks across her stiff peak. She moans, and twists ineffectively, trapped in his large hand. With a quick motion, he pulls his head from her nipple and spins her around, she can feel his cock starting to harden as it presses to her ass, reaching down to her thigh. "No way!" is stifled as he pushes her forward over the bed, still holding her wrists in one hand. She can hear the clasp of the toolbox and soon the soft leather cuffs encircle her wrists and the distinct click of a metal clasp carries to her ears. She is bound and on her belly on her bed, her back door exposed to the plumber. She shivers and contracts her sphincter, and even in her precarious predicament she worries that she didn't get that morning shower. Her mind is cluttered with thoughts, as she turns her head to allow a deep breath into her lungs. He lifts her middle up and places a pillow under her belly and kicks her legs wide. Her ass stares up at him, that lovely backdoor winking seductively as her body tries to guard the entrance by contracting. At this angle she has no leverage to try to get away, yet still she tries, her legs waving about, scraping his muscular ones, the movements only making her bottom look even more enticing. He stands and stares at her, watching the frantic movements, enjoying the sight of his captive as she twists and turns, writhing on the bed. He chuckles out loud and brings one large meaty hand down on the right cheek of her ass. The sound rings out loud and delicious as her "Oh!" of surprise joins the fading echo. Her wrists twists and turn in the leather cuffs secured tightly at the small of her back. His eyes rake up and over that expanse of naked flesh, and then he reaches down and grabs the bottle of lube. He squirts a generous amount from her neck to the base of her bottom. His large hands start to massage, gentle and practiced, slow and sensual. Her soft moans music to his ears as he feels her entire body relaxing under his expert fingers. His hands work the muscles from neck to ass crack...until he is relatively sure that getting up and running is not the first thing that will occur to her and he unclasps the cuffs letting her work the knots out of her shoulders. She brings her arms up and stretches them above her head, then folds them and pillows her cheek on them. He spends long minutes at her shoulders, ensuring the muscles are relaxed. Her closed eye lids and even breathing signal her change of spirit, she is utterly relaxed and thoroughly enjoying the attention of his hands. He squirts another helping of lube onto her lower back and starts to knead the flesh. His hands work from hip to lower back then they start to slide lower encompassing her ass cheeks. He watches as her eyes fly open, muscles defined as she tenses...but soon his magical fingers have continued to work her into a state of relaxation. She stretches and moans as his fingers slip quickly into her crack, but before she can respond they slip back to her lovely rounded cheeks. His fingers continue darting in and out lower and lower until he is just brushing the edge of her anus. Her breathing has changed, no longer relaxed, but a hitch as she breathes in and a shiver as she exhales. He smiles as he sees her own lube starting to peek out from her fleshy pouty pussy lips. His hands slippery, well lubed from the massage start to work faster, dipping in and out of her crack, grazing with just a little pressure over her back door. He can feel the tightness as she contracts with each touch. He places one hand firmly on the middle of her back, and without warning pushes his finger at the tiny bud, not penetrating, just creating enough pressure so that she can anticipate his intention. As she starts to protest and wriggle, he presses harder on her back and says, "Relax, it's just a finger...you're going to love it." He works his finger on her ass, not slipping inside, just teasing the rim, spreading the lube. Her soft moans soon float to his ears and she tries to push back, wants to feel that finger inside. Her clit has made an appearance and peeks wet and pink from its protective hood. Her hips rock back and forth causing his finger to poke at her rim harder. He continues to tease that sensitive door, it relaxes and contracts, inviting him in. He lets off the pressure from her back, but leaves that hand in place as his finger wriggles and breaks past that elastic ring, resting just inside the hot confines of her ass. Her body stills, as her breath holds briefly and then as she exhales, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" He smiles...and takes his hand off her back...he is relatively convinced that she will not try to get away now. His finger presses deeper, probing inside, her ass grinding back to swallow more of that digit. He strokes her clit with his other finger, feeling it dance under his touch and watches the flush of arousal pinking along the flesh of her back. She is moaning and writhing under his touch. His finger works deeper, his other faster on her clit...her arousal is at full speed ahead and he can feel her heart beating with every contraction of her ass. His cock twitches, pre-cum oozing up from his balls, when he stops. Her cry now one of disappointment, "Please don't stop. Ohhhhh noooo." The hand that was so tantalizingly rubbing her clit now comes crashing down on her ass. Her arousal wanes as he says, "Dirty girl. I feel shit in here." He punctuates his words with stabbing thrusts of his finger into her ass. Her body now flushes red with embarrassment and she once again tries to wriggle out from under his grasp. As she twists he pushes his finger as deep as it will go and slaps her ass several times, hard and fast. "Stay still...I am not done exploring just how dirty your ass is." Her body slumps under his hands, defeated and embarrassed both by how aroused she had been and by his pronouncement of her shitty ass. His finger continues to probe and she imagines his finger embedded deep in a pile of poop. She shivers with revulsion and horror. He pulls his finger free of her ass and reaches for the cuffs, once again clipping them together. "Stay right there...don't move. I have to go wash my hands. I'll be right back." With that he bends and retrieves the tools of the trade from his toolbox and makes his way to the bathroom. He washes his hands leaving the door open and waits to hear if she will move, try to get away from him. He loves this part. The embarrassment and the quite often apologetic nature as they try to explain why there is shit in their ass. He is quickly rewarded as he hears her soft foot steps and the soft jingle of the clasps on the cuffs as she first attempts to unhook them and then...yes there it is, the scraping at the door knob. He strides to the bedroom door and pauses, listening to her futile attempts to get the door open. He pulls the door open quickly and stares down at her widened eyes. He frowns at her and shakes his head from side to side. "Such a dirty, dirty girl. And naughty too. Didn't I tell you to stay still?" He stares at her, awaiting her answer. She gazes silently at him so he says, "Well, what do you have to say?" "I, well, I, I'm sorry." said with a defeated dropping of her head, her body slumped as her embarrassment reaches its peak. She quivers as he takes hold of her shoulder and says, "Come with me. I can help you with that dirty ass. I am a plumber after all." He guides her to the bathroom and shuts the door behind them. She continues to stare at his feet. Her mind at odds with her embarrassment and her desire to explore the yearnings in her gut. He lets her stand quietly, watching her until finally she squares her shoulders and stares him in the eye. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can utter a single syllable he crushes her lips with his, swallowing not only her words but her breath as well. While she is trembling under the demanding kiss, he slips her hands up and over the shower rod, securing her upright and extremely available in all ways. His lips tear from hers leaving her wild eyed and trembling. He runs his hands up and down over her body, making her quiver and quake. He places a blindfold over her eyes and then stands back to watch her reaction. He is silent and it is not long before she starts to twist her wrists in the cuffs, tugging at the shower rod. He chuckles softly, letting her stamp her feet in frustration. Finally he says, "OK, flush time." "What do you mean flush time? What are you going to do?" her lips pout petulantly under her wrinkled nose. "Just a little plumbing honey." he whispers in her ear. He readies the "flush" for her as she wriggles in the bonds, her head turning to hear his movements. His hand plants a hard slap on her ass, leaving his hand print behind. He then unhooks her cuffs and tells her to kneel on the floor. He guides her downward with gentle but firm pressure on her shoulders. He laughs out loud as she clamps her lips tight anticipating his cock against her lips and then frowns as she realizes he is standing behind her. "No cock for you just yet you dirty girl, gotta clean you up first." He guides her into a downward dog yoga position and then rubs her ass. "Just stay in this position and relax so that this doesn't hurt you...at least not too much anyway." he says with a hint of laughter in his voice. He reaches forward and pulls her hands to the middle of her back so that her cheek rests on the cool bathroom floor. The distinct click of the clasps pealing through the bathroom make her hold her breath. "Breathe, just breathe." is the only advice he offers as he runs a well lubed finger across her sphincter. He works the finger into her bottom making sure the lube will ease the way of the nozzle. He pulls his finger out with a wet plop. He allows her a few deep breaths and then he slides the nozzle of the enema bag slowly into her ass. She moans, her back arches and her bottom wiggles in a most enticing way. He smiles as he pats her ass, then stands to hang the bag from the shower rod. He turns the tap and watches the fluid in the see through bulb as it gurgles its way into the depths of her bowels. She moans and wriggles on the floor, her breathing quicker. He reaches under her and feels her belly. Still soft and pliable, she can take more. He turns off the tap and refills the bag with warm water, then hangs it and opens the valve. This time he lets it flow quicker, watching as she starts to squirm from the pressure. "NO, please stop, it hurts." her voice just above a whisper and not very convincing. "Does it really hurt or is it just a pressure that you're not used to?" his voice is tinged with concern as he wants her to enjoy this experience. He turns the tap off until she answers. "It's...it's... I don't know...it's just uncomfortable...like I have to ... you know... go." "Oh is that all...well then you can take some more." He turns the tap on all the way so that the bag empties quickly before she can protest more. He sits on the side of the tub and reaches down pulling the tube out and quickly slides an inflatable plug into her ass. He pumps it quickly as she pants and protests that it hurts. "Oh no...you already told me it was uncomfortable, like you have to shit...I want to watch you ride your own cramps for a bit so that when I let you empty, you'll be truly empty." He looks at his watch and says, "About 15 minutes ought to do it. The time starts now." She pants and blows, her ass cheeks rippling as she strains to control her muscles. He plants a foot gently on her back to keep her in position as he sees her start to rise. "Oh no, you want to stay in that position, let the liquid do its job. There's some glycerin working its way through your bowels and you should start to cramp soon." Within a minute her groans get louder and her body contorts under his foot. "Please, let me go, I need to poop. NOW!" There is panic in her voice and he can imagine how her mind is fighting her embarrassment. "No, it will take the full 15 minutes for the glycerin to give its full potential to the lining of your bowels." he wriggles his toes on her back. He pumps the plug twice more making her squeal with discomfort. Her bottom lifts and falls and he can see a sheen of sweat glistening along her back. "How does that feel?" he asks with a grin. "Please take it out...I can't take anymore." her voice wavers as he watches another contraction cramp her body. "No, it's only been 5 minutes, you can do this. Not that you have any choice. I want your ass nice and empty so that there is room for my cock when I decide to fuck you." "Oh no, you can't..." her voice trails off as she holds her breath and rides the next cramp while he pumps the plug again. He reaches under her and feels her full belly, hard and distended with the amount of liquid forced into her bowels. Her rubs the taut flesh, feeling the rumble of her protesting insides. He strokes his cock with his free hand anticipating the tightness of her ass, still contracting with the irritation of the glycerin. It'll mold itself to his thick cock like a glove. And then he will hear her squeal and scream and beg ... whether for more or for him to stop...well he will find out soon enough. "Please, I don't think I can... " Once again as she trembles and quakes through another vicious cramping he rubs her distended belly and pumps the plug making it bigger, holding her ass gaping. He takes advantage of the cramps, stretching her tiny anus to accommodate his cock. Female Plumbing "Just five more minutes and you can go. Let me try to take your mind off your ass." He reluctantly releases his cock and reaches to her pussy, feeling how wet she is. He scoops some moisture and rubs her clit making it slippery. Then with practiced fingers he rubs and tweaks, teases and pulls until her clit is standing erect like a tiny cock. Her groans are louder, at odds with the discomfort in her ass. She grinds and rolls her hips back against his hand and he lets a finger slip into her pussy. It is so tight, the inflated plug leaving little room for even one finger. So to ramp up the excitement he pushes in a second and starts to finger fuck her wet cunt as his thumb torments her exposed and sensitive nub. She is moaning loudly, her ass cheeks rippling with the cramps, sweat shining on her body, and as she screams and convulses in orgasm...he pumps the plug over and over, stretching her ass, her pussy trapping his fingers inside and he is rewarded with a dousing of girl cum splashing out around his fingers sealing her pussy. She mumbles incoherent syllables as he pushes her through the cramp, through the orgasm and as he feels her starting to wane, he drops the bulb and reaches under her, grabs a nipple and squeezes the swollen tip. He tears at her nipple and feels her body building on the orgasm, prolonging it for long minutes until she slumps, exhausted onto the floor. He pulls himself free of her body and says, "Time's up dirty girl." He unclasps the cuffs and lets her take a breath...he helps her up and positions her over the toilet. He pulls off the blindfold and watches as she blinks in the light, her face infusing with red as she looks at him. "I'm going to let you pull the plug out and have that shit you need. I'll be back in 10 minutes, I hope you're finished by then, or we start all over again. Do you understand?" "Yes." she manages to stammer out. Her eyes dropping to take in his now raging erection, his cock pointed straight at her. She swallows reflexively and wipes across her brow,mopping at the beaded sweat. With that he turns the valve on the plug and as the air whooshes out he turns and leaves the bathroom shutting the door behind him. Not even waiting to hear the click of the door as it closes, she reaches under and pulls the deflated plug free, tosses it into the shower as she lets loose the liquid churning in her ass. Her moan of relief carries to him as he readies the room and he smiles as he plumps the pillows. She sits and lets her aching bowels empty into the toilet, still embarrassed as she flushes the mostly liquid contents. She wipes and is just standing when he pushes open the bathroom door. "I trust you are all done?" he asks with a query in his voice. "Yes, I do believe I am empty and cleaned out. Now I know how the pipes feel when you clean them out." she arches her brows at him. "Oh, now that you mention it, after I flush the pipes with corrosives, I sometimes have to use a plumber's snake to finish the job," he reaches to stroke his cock and continues, "I just happen to have my plumber's snake right here, primed and ready to plumb your ass with." She draws a deep breath and continues to stare at his cock, semi erect from his stroking and still larger than any she has ever seen before. "I really don't think that's going to fit inside my ass." He steps past her and turns on the shower, takes her hand and guides her into the tub with him. He loops her cuffs up and over the rod again and starts soaping her down paying particular attention to her ass. When he feels she is sufficiently clean, he turns off the water and unclips the cuffs, towels her roughly and leads her naked and quiet back to the bedroom. She stares wide eyed at the transformation of her bedroom, now looking more like a dungeon for sexual torture. He lets her eyes rake over each and every instrument rowed neatly on her dresser, glinting in the candlelight as it flickers in the near dark room. The blinds pulled tight, pillows piled in the center of the bed and ropes coiled neatly at each corner. "Trust me when I tell you that it is not my desire to hurt you in any way, but just the contrary, to ensure that you will fully enjoy the attention I am going to give your ass. What I do will be my choice, how much you enjoy it will be yours. Relax, breathe deep and let the feelings course through you." He bends and fastens leather cuffs to her ankles that match the adornments on her wrists. "Just climb up on the bed, and lay down with your belly on the pile of pillows, then relax, I'll do the rest," he gives her ass cheek a pat encouraging her to comply. She hesitates, staring at the arrangement of implements lining the dresser. He leans close to her ear, "I'll start by stretching your ass with the smallest one, and gradually work to the big one on the end. By the time we get done with those, you will be begging for my cock in your ass." She takes a big breath, and says simply, "Please don't hurt me, too much at least." She crawls onto the bed, positioning herself on her belly, ass high in the air supported by the pile of pillows. He pulls her arms out and to the sides clipping the cuffs to the coiled ropes. She instantly tests the tension and finds that she can move her hands freely. "I am not done yet. I don't want you to be able to move too much or you might hurt yourself. The desire to push your ass too quickly onto one of those dildos might be too tempting for you. I want to stretch your ass slowly, taking my time to enjoy and for your arousal to build." He runs the ropes from her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. He pulls at the ropes, her knees drawing up and under her until she is almost doubled, and then he runs the ropes from the bottom corners of the bed to her ankle cuffs and pulls them taut. Her ass is wide, inviting and as she pulls at the ropes, she realizes how truly immobile she really is. She feels like a frog on a high school lab table, spread open and unable to do anything but feel whatever the plumber wants to do to her. He pulls at the ropes, testing them, ensuring that there is little room for movement. He knows that she will soon be extremely motivated to move, and the inability to do so will only heighten her arousal. He brings one meaty hand down hard on her bottom, and watches as she attempts to wriggle. Her breath hisses out slowly and she mentally prepares for the stretching of her ass. He rubs oil into her bottom slowly decreasing the size of the circular motions until his fingers graze over her still pulsing anus. He pushes one finger in to test the elasticity and finds that she has tightened up from the stretching of the inflatable plug. He loads the barrel of the syringe with lube pushes the rounded blunt end into her ass and presses the plunger so that the lube fills her rectum. She is going to need lots and lots of help with the array of dildos that are about to invade her dark dirty hole. He starts with one finger, probing inside the hot tightness of her ass. He pushes and probes, twisting and fucking her ass. He pulls his finger free and starts with the smallest of the probes. About 4 inches long and and the thickness of his finger. He works it back and forth for a few minutes allowing her to adjust to not only the width but the depth. His cock fully erect is just shy of 12 inches long and as thick around as a beer can. He must gradually stretch her ass to accommodate his thickness as well as the length. It's the length he finds that women have a hard time taking...the anus will stretch, but that inner ring of muscle is hard to penetrate with something as wide as his cock...but ohhhhhhhh how his cock throbs with the anticipation of the internal cramps that wrack their bodies once he has embedded himself that deeply. He knows it hurts, but he also knows how they scream as the orgasm finally comes for them. She moans and wriggles under him, using every bit of movement afforded by her ties. He licks his lips and reaches for the next implement. This one is no thicker than the other one, but is 10 inches long of ribbed rubber, it allows the inner rings of muscles to be dilated over and over as he works it back and forth. There is definite discomfort with this one, but he must let the inner muscles stretch slowly. He dribbles lube over her ass and pushes the ribbed probe in slowly. He gets about 6 inches in and then starts to slowly work it in and out, fucking her ass, watching intently as her butt swallows eagerly, and reluctantly lets him pull back. After 5 minutes or so she is whimpering with desire her cheeks wriggling as she clenches and unclenches. He swats her ass playfully and pushes the entire 10 inches into her ass, knowing he is at the right spot when he hears her surprised, "OH!" He stops, all 10 inches swallowed greedily by her ass and asks, "How does that feel?" "It's...I don't know...I think it hurts." she groans the rest of her intended reply. He starts to work it in and out, pulling back slowly 2 inches, then thrusting quick and hard to let the entire 10 inches settle inside. With his free hand he massages her erect and slippery clit. "And how does it feel when I fuck your ass and rub your clit?" He only response is a quickening of her breathing. He smiles and continues until he feels her nearing her climax at which point he stops all movement with the probe buried deep in that inner ring of contracting muscle. He reaches under and pushes his hand between her belly and the pile of pillows to feel the tightness of her stomach as her ass protests being held open. He withdraws the probe and finds the next in the row. This one is thicker, about the diameter of two of his thick fingers. It has a screw like exterior and he likes to do just that with it, screw it in. It is 10 inches of cork screwing, probing glass. He lubes it up and pushes it to her sphincter and with steady pressure he starts to screw it into her bottom. Slowly, listening to her breathing as he pauses at 6 inches, he lets her adjust to its girth before twisting it in until at about 7 or 8 inches he feels that extra pressure as it pushes against that inner row of elasticity. He puts more pressure on the probe as he turns it, watches her ass devouring it, loving her almost anguished cry as it screws deep inside her, twisting along her anal tract, scraping deep inside and dilating that tiny inner mouth causing her guts to cramp once again. She has almost grown used to the feeling, and is learning to welcome the pain, detracting little from the pleasure. He works it in and out, no longer twisting it, letting those rings of muscle scrape over the screw shaped exterior, fucking her inside mouth as well as the dark dirty mouth of her anus. Her whimpers and mewling cries making his hand work faster, pulling it out a full five inches and then ramming it home...pausing only briefly before repeating the motion. As his hand finds a rhythm, he finds her clit and it throbs under his fingertip. He rubs hard and fast, bringing her quickly to near orgasm. Feeling her body responding, he pulls the probe from her ass and pinches her clit hard, as she screams in frustration at having her orgasm blocked once again. Her body bucks at the restraints and he laughs at her disappointment. He reaches back and finds a plug, the girth matching three of his fingers, lubes it and pushes it quickly into her ass. She yelps as it stretches her sphincter and sighs as the narrower neck lets her ass relax a bit. It is still holding her ass open to the equivalent of two thick fingers, but a relief none the less after the 10 inch probes. He swats her ass and leaves the room, letting her squirm and wriggle on the plug. She tries to rock her hips, to get some friction on her clit, but the way she is tied, well splayed she can't rub her aching nub on anything. She is at the wrong angle for self pleasure so she lays there, her asshole spasming on the plug and waits, her body held in a state of arousal. He finally arrives back with a glass of water complete with a straw and lets her drink. She sips greedily as he holds the glass patiently for her. He strokes his cock, so close to her face that if she just extended her tongue, she is sure she would be able to lick his thick head. He watches her as she contemplates and then reaches down, pulls her head up by her hair and forces his huge cock into her mouth. He slides about 5 inches in, watching her lips stretch obscenely around his shaft. He fucks her mouth, little rapid strokes in and out while her ass works at the plug that keeps her held open. He pulls free and bends to kiss her lips before releasing the handful of hair and whispers, "That was nice, I am going to give you a treat." He tugs the plug free and injects more lube inside her ass. She shakes her head and whimpers, "Not your cock, not yet...please not yet..." She trails off as he spanks her bottom a half dozen times, and before she can even scream he pushes a bigger plug into her ass. This one holds her wide at its narrowest point as wide as the bulb of the last one ... about three fingers width stretching her ass, holding her wide. She feels almost as stuffed as when he had filled her with the enema liquid. She squirms and moans, "That's your idea of a treat?" she pants with each word. "That's not the treat...this is." She hears the buzzing and then feels the strong vibrations of the magic wand as he pushes it against her swollen clit. Even alone she can climax in less than five minutes with that bad boy, but with her ass held wide, she is not sure if she can even count to 20 before she will lose her mind. She holds her breath, and feels him strapping the wand to her, and feels a bit panicked as she remembers that she can't move. The strong vibrations driving her body into a mad frenzy of lust fueled fiery heat. She lurches at the bonds holding her tightly stilled. He stands behind her and watches her body, sees the redness infusing her flesh even in the candlelight, her body betraying her words as she is stimulated to a fever pitch. Her head shakes back and forth, denying the pleasure her limbs trembling as her climax draws near. He walks to stand in front of her, lets his cock bob up and down in front of her mouth. He stares at her and says just one word, "Open," and she does. He slides his cock into her mouth and fucks her lips, only pushing in three inches before pulling back. His hips driving his cock back and forth, barely controlled by his own growing passion, he does not want her to gag, at least not just yet. He works her mouth and leans forward, taking a nipple in each hand. Rolling the hard tips in his fingers, getting a good grip until he feels her body go into its orgasmic throes. At that he thrusts his cock to the back of her throat, cutting off all air, making her gag and retch, his fingers pinching her nipples as hard as he can. Again, the pain prolongs her orgasm, the deprivation briefly of air fanning the fire and when he finally let's go of her nipples and pulls his cock free he watches as her body continues to twist and contort in climax. When he hears the agony start to tinge her screams he finally switches off the magic wand and pulls it away from her clit. She bucks and writhes, twisting her wrists in the cuffs, moaning and panting as she struggles to pull a full breath into her lungs. He waits until she stills and then offers her another drink of water. She pulls mouthful after mouthful and swallows greedily, slaking her thirst. "That was your treat...and mine as well, your mouth is divine." He strokes his massive erection and she swallows as she watches, remembering how it felt in her throat. "Now back to preparing your ass for my cock, I find myself eagerly anticipating its tight grip." He walks around behind her and pulls the last plug from her ass, it takes all his strength to work it free...that orgasm tightened up her ass muscles. She screams as it stretches her dirty brown mouth, distending it obscenely before it works free. He bends to admire his work, her ass not quite closing all the way after that last workout. He puts one finger in the yawning gap and twists it freely. He leaves it in and applies more lube, now for some hand work. His fingers stretch her ass, one, then two, then three fingers working back and forth, in and out while she moans in delight. He works her ass for half an hour, sometimes rubbing her clit, bringing her to the brink, sometimes just thrusting hard and fast. "Are you ready for another orgasm?" his voice is husky with desire and need. "Yes, oh yes, please," her words exhaled on a whisper. "Well your next orgasm will be with my cock buried in your ass...are you ready for that?" With that query he works a fourth finger in her ass and pushes deep to the webbing of his thumb. "No, no, no, nonononononono...." her denial is weak and trails away. He corkscrews his fingers, in and out, stretching the tissue, opening her ass. He places a hand on her back and tucks his thumb, if he can just work his fist inside she will be ready for his cock. He moves slowly, methodically, stretching, adding more lube but keeping constant pressure on his arm as he works all five fingers in her tight hole. The pressure on his hand is painful, he winces as she contracts her ass on his hand and she screams out in agony. As she relaxes again, he pushes insistent without pause until with a squelch his hand finally disappears inside her until her ass hugs his wrist. Now, that is a Polaroid moment, that tiny orifice stretched out to engulf his hand. He sighs and starts to rabbit punch inside her ass. Her screams loud as they echo in the room, making him smile, she is almost ready. He angles his fist down wards, and presses two fingers into her pussy, finding the right position for his fist in her ass. He pulls his fingers from her sopping cunt and starts rubbing at her clit. She pauses in her screams as she feels his knuckles rolling over her gspot. Her breath is a staccato rhythm, fast and rapid as her body strains to fuck his fist. He continues, listening to her rapid fire breathing and matching his movements to her breaths. When she starts to cum, he pulls his hand from her ass and before her tortured sphincter can contract he plunges his cock into her ass, relishing in the tightness, its eagerness to pull his fat cock inside. Her ass accustomed at last for the girth and length of his raging erection. He fucks her with long slow strokes, her orgasm still rolling through her body, the bed soaked as her body continues to spew sweet girl cum from her pussy, his cock grazing her gspot as he angles downward. Her screams are lust filled, no hint of pain left in the screams and groans as her body fucks his cock. Her ass holding him deep inside as the cramping causes contractions to roll along her anal tract, making sweet love to his turgid throbbing length. This is what his cock wants and needs, the tightness engulfing him from tip to the very base as he sinks all the way in, pushing past that last tight hungry mouth. Her body rebels, tries to forcibly eject him but he growls and drives his hips against the softness of her ass. Heavenly feelings are raging in his balls as he feels them draw tight to his body and with a scream of his own his spunk gurgles and roils up the length of his cock and erupts with a forceful jet deep, deep into her body. The cramping of her gut only spurs on her orgasm as her body no longer differentiates the pain and pleasure, just encompasses it all and turns it to bliss. His cock continues to jet in her body as his balls emptying painfully, dumping his sweet nectar in her sweet ass. He reaches forward to unclip her wrists, freeing her legs as well and she sprawls underneath him. He slides his softening cock from the confines of her ass and hears her mumbled groan as her ass pulses and gapes, missing the feeling of fullness. Female Plumbing He rolls her onto her back and lays down beside her, taking her hand in his and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Thank you. That was incredibly hot!" Her eyelids flutter as she brushes her lips against his and she whispers, "How long before you can fuck me again?" Her eyes twinkling, he grins and feels his cock stirring. "Give me a few minutes."