Being the Maid Ch. 02

"God that's good," he groaned as his hips ground against her soft backside, making his entire length bounce inside of her. Bridget moaned and clenched down, shuddering as the tightening of her muscles caused a sharp throbbing ache in her lower body. Blaine certainly appreciated it though, as her inner walls rippled over his invading cock. Leaning forward he reached underneath her body to grasp her breasts, one in each hand, fingers unerringly finding her nipples to pinch as he began to draw back out of her.

Crying out at the strange sensation, Bridget found herself leaning forward so that her weight was on her forearms, letting her head rest on the backs of her hands. Her body grasped at Blaine's receding member as he pulled away and then she let out a small shriek as he plowed forward again. That initial lunge done, he began moving with earnest, slowly increasing his tempo and intensity as he thrust purposefully in and out of her, able to maintain control and a slow pace after having sated his initial lust in the more traditional way earlier.

Unfortunately for Bridget, that just meant more time for her body to become adjusted to this awful and unnatural intrusion. More time for him to play with her breasts and fan the flames in her, that had started to dwindle, back up to a needy fire. He was taking her from behind, like a beast, and in the wrong place. It should be the most horrific experience of her life and yet it wasn't that bad. In fact it was starting to feel rather good as he slid back and forth in her dark hole. This new experience relieved the pressure on her womanhood, allowed her tender folds a much needed respite, and yet stirred sensations inside of it anyway.

Her low moans were coming almost non-stop, interspersed with mutters. "No.... no... oh please... no..." Her pleas were partly for Blaine but mostly for herself, begging her body not to respond, not to let this unnatural act feel so pleasurable.

Blaine's hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts as he took his time, luxuriating in the tight heat of her backside. There were times when Bridget found herself pushing back against him, her little hole tightening down on him, increasing the burning friction that made her spasm with surprising jolts of pleasure. Then, as his pace began to pick up, indicating his oncoming release, she cried out as the hardened rod plundered her more fully. Using her breasts as leverage, Blaine pulled her back against him so that it felt like he was delving even deeper into her dark recesses.

As he bellowed out a triumphant orgasm, Bridget felt some part of her insides spasm as the pulsing jets of frothy seed pushed past the tight ring of her entrance and into her empty chamber, fighting for space with the thick meat that was occupying it. Her soft gasps were lost under Blaine's louder noises, her nipples throbbing in his tight grasp. With her thighs tightly together she shuddered as she felt a kind of release wash over her, making her quiver as her inner muscles spasmed around his ejaculating member.

Afterwards Blaine got her a damp clothe to clean herself off. She did so almost numbly, still reeling from the events of the evening. By the time she was done cleaning herself, the men were coming into the tent and she burrowed beneath the blankets, hiding from them.

Blaine crawled into the bedroll with her, turning so that she faced his broad back. Curling up behind him, she tucked herself away from him as much as possible as she tried to find her way into sleep, trying to stop her tired mind from wondering what tomorrow would bring. Right now, all she wanted to do was escape into the oblivion of the night.