Danielle Submits

“W-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a-a!” Danielle bawled out, raising up on her arms and instinctively pushing back against the rubber cock, “Oh god yes, please fuck my ass!”

With that Terry started a slow, smooth in and out motion with the dildo and Lewan softly stroked the pad of her index finger over Danielle’s now burgeoning clit.

It only took about two dozen strokes before Danielle began to pant and thrust in the frenzy that precedes orgasm. Her hands scrabbled across the bed grabbing up handfuls of covers. Her head was thrown back and her chest thrusting forward as if to invite someone to pinch the tightly erect nipples on her breasts. She was seither seeing nor hearing, feeling only the intense thrust of the dildo stretching the tender tissue of her anus and the now demanding scraping of Lewan’s nail on the tiny bundle of nerve tissue that was her clit.

Then with a primal howl she went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. She pressed her breasts into the bed spread rubbing then into the rough material to gain stimulation and clinched her thighs together, capturing Lewan’s burrowing finger as it tortured her clit and clasping the muscles of her ass around the unforgiving rod of rubber imbedded in her ass. Her thrashing went on for over five minutes, until finally she rolled onto her side gasping for breath and shaking slightly at one final convulsion of her pussy.

Slowly, she regained her facilities and rolled over to stare at Terry and Lewan, who were busy cleaning up.

“Oh my god,” she cried, both embarrassed and confused.

“Well,” Lewan said as she washed her hands, “I’ve got to get those clothes.”

Then reaching over as she passed Danielle’s prostrate figure, she softly patted her ass and walked out.

Terry turned from putting the now clean dildo back in the case and said without smiling, “There is one more aspect to your preparation for tonight. Just rest here while I go make a phone call."

“I…” she started to respond.

“Don’t speak, “ he said raising his hand.

When he walked into the living area and dialed the phone Danielle strained to hear his words, but the only sentence that was clear enough to understand included the phrase, "....enema this afternoon."

At hearing that her heart began to pound and she curled up in a ball on the bed, looking at the clock beside the bed. It was only 2:15...