Pixie Isobella

‘I’m going to lie here until I get hard again from being inside you,’ Anthony spoke into my ear, while his thumb slid back and forth across my hard, over-sensitive nipple. ‘Then I’ll fuck you from behind. Do you like doggie style, Clare? Say yes.’

When Clare’s boyfriend abandons her with his family for Christmas, she doesn’t expect to spend Christmas Day in a MMM/f gangbang with his two brothers and their best friend.

Capturing Clare is a full novel

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Capturing Clare: Chapter 8

To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here.

Anthony lay for a long time on top of me, his member twitching and growing and stiffening inside me. My deep inner muscles kept pulsing around him, unable to settle while he was still impaling me, and I knew I was only helping him get hard again.

His breath was soft on my neck and he didn’t speak, his hand softly fondling my breast, treating it like his play toy. His breathing became slow and quiet, and I wondered awkwardly if he was going to fall asleep on me, but he didn’t. Eventually, he shifted his weight, and I felt suddenly cold to feel the air on my bare skin again.

Anthony knelt between my spread legs, his stiffening shaft still inside me. He reached past me to ruffle in a bedside drawer. His hips continued seemingly almost absent-mindedly working in a rhythmic fashion to grind his thickening shaft into me while he found the things he wanted in the dark.

I didn’t know if the prohibition on me talking still operated but I didn’t have anything to say anyway. I felt too embarrassed — lying here in the dark, my legs spread embarrassingly wide and a man’s cock penetrating me lazily.

He muttered ‘at last’ in a whispered voice when he found the things he wanted, then he bent down to kiss me again fully on the open mouth, his elbows either side of my head. He had pulled two pieces of fabric out of the side table and they fluttered gently onto the bed.

‘Beautiful Clare,’ he murmured, kissing me gently, licking my lips before driving his tongue into my mouth. ‘Such a welcoming fuck.’

I blushed in embarrassment at his words and wanted briefly to pull my legs together, to get my bodily integrity back. Except I was torn, because I was loving the feeling of his cock inside me, grinding lazily into my wet cunt.

Anthony kissed me for a long time, until I was struggling to breathe, his tongue buried deeply down my throat. I didn’t know where this was going. I could feel my body responding — embarrassingly — again to his touch. My hips were driving up against his, trying subconsciously to persuade him to increase his lazy pace, and I could feel my whole body writhing up against him.

Anthony lifted his mouth from mine only to laugh at me gently.

‘I don’t think you’re going to be quiet this time’ he whispered. ‘Say yes,’ he murmured. I whispered ‘yes’ up at him, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

Anthony fed a wide strip of cloth into my mouth, wrapping it around behind my head, and tying it off again across my mouth, now held wide open. I knew my eyes were wide open at the feeling of my mouth being gagged. I coughed once, half-choking as I struggled to swallow with my mouth held open.

Anthony laughed down at me, but it was a kind laugh, his hand stroking my face gently.

‘You’ll get used to it,’ he said carelessly. I could feel him stiffening further inside me, turned on maybe by the dim sight of my gagged face in the darkness or maybe by the soft noises I was making past the gag. ‘I’m going to fuck you even harder this time, and I need to keep you quiet. Besides, I like you like this.’

I whimpered at him. I wasn’t convinced I would get used to the feeling of the gag, I felt so exposed with my mouth forced wide open. The rough fabric in my mouth felt invasive and I yearned to pull my jaw together.

I was also unable to believe I could even take a harder fucking. My body still ached from the previous time and I thought if he went harder, maybe he would snap me in half this time.

Anthony lifted up a second piece of cloth and I murmured at him questioningly past the gag, my voice only producing slow wordless moans of anticipation and almost-fear. The cloth was getting wet in my mouth and it felt gross.

Anthony ignored me anyway, tying the fabric tightly across my eyes, around the back of my head. I whimpered to find myself trussed up even more, trapped even more in the dark, unable to see even the outline of him.

‘Good girl,’ Anthony murmured hoarsely, his voice rough, and I knew it was with desire.

I felt his breath up close on my face and I jumped to feel his lips kissing mine around the gag. All my other senses were heightened because I was unable to see and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. His weight felt heavy on me, and his cock felt like a wooden pole inside me, horrifically large and hard as a rock.

Anthony planted kisses down the side of my face and down my throat, making a path down to my breasts. I moaned with desire past the gag to feel him forcing my nipples back together with his hands, so that he could take them both back into his mouth. He sucked long and hard, almost painfully, physically pulling my breasts up off my body with his mouth.

Finally, when I was whimpering tiny noises incoherently past the gag, he released me. He settled both hands onto my breasts, a hard finger and thumb gripping hold of each nipple firmly.

‘Are you going to be good, little Clare?’ he murmured, his voice soft. ‘Is your sweet body going to give me a good time?’

I nodded frantically, unable to say ‘yes’ with my mouth gagged. I didn’t know why I wanted to please him so badly, but I did.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured, still pressing hard with thumb and fingers against each nipple like a vice. ‘Put your hands back on the bedhead’.

I scrambled to obey, lifting my arms back above my head, the hard wood reassuring against my fingers and palms.

I heard Anthony reach out past me and I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt something cold and wide settle across my hard nipples. He fed it underneath my back and it wasn’t until he was tightening it firmly across my breasts, squashing them back against my body, crushing my nipples, that I realised it was his narrow belt.

I whimpered anxiously. My breasts felt like they were being split in half, the sensitive nipples crushed against my ribcage. It hurt and I had never had a partner hurt me during sex before. I wanted to roll away from him, but some part of me still wanted to please him.

I also realised that, much as my breasts might be hurting, my cunt was also flushing with warmth, a tingling path shining its way along my nerves straight from my abused breasts to my pussy.

Anthony fastened the belt by one more hole and I whimpered up at him. Oh gods. I felt like I was all nerve endings and it was too much for me to process.

He bent down to kiss my lips again and I whimpered wordless sounds up into his mouth. He chuckled at me gently. I didn’t know if I wanted the sensations to stop or him to actually start fucking me properly, but the suspense was too much.

It was as if he guessed my thoughts.

‘I’m going to fuck you hard, little dove,’ he whispered.

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