Trickery – Curvy Babe Fucked Anal By Her Personal Stylist

The Reality of the Anal Plug
By Pervy Parson, M.P.C.A. (Master of Perverted Cock Analysis)

Ah, the cruel trickery of the anal plug – a mere sliver of silicone masquerading as a “harmless” backdoor toy. But let’s not be deceived; this seemingly innocuous plaything holds the power to unravel a perverted personal stylist’s deepest desires. Witness the tale of one such immoral fairy godmother, and the curvy babe whose world sheploitation’s.

Once upon a time, in a lavish boudoir situated in the swankiest of suites, a voluptuous vixen named Vivian strolled in for her much-anticipated style session. Her stylist, the seductive Serena, had a reputation for pushing fashion boundaries and indulging in indecent dalliances during her fittings. Unbeknownst to Vivian, Serena had secretly commandeered this consult as an opportunity to fulfill her most wicked fantasies.

As Vivian disrobed, donned only in a flimsy negligee, Serena’s eyes fixated on the tantalizing tale of her luscious curves. “Now, let’s inspect your backside,” Serena purred, gliding her fingers along Vivian’s shapely spine. She retrieved a gleaming, oversized anal plug, adorned with a wicked grin. “I have just the accessory to complete your look.”

Vivian, unaccustomed to such bold suggestions yet simultaneously aroused, hesitantly assented. “Bend over the couch,” Serena instructed, her voice laced with sordid intentions. As Vivian complied, Serena massaged her puckered rosebud, warming it for the impending penetration. Slowly, she eased the toy past her tight sphincter, relishing every groove and dimple Vanessa’s pliant flesh.

“Oh!” Vivian gasped, the foreign sensation both uncomfortable and undeniably erotic. Serena’s deft fingers lingeringly caressed the babe’s inner thighs, her wet arousal glistening on the delicate fabric of her negligee. “It feels…strange,” Vivian admitted, her voice quivering.

“Shhh, just relax,” Serena cooed, her other hand gravitating southward, toying with Vivian’s swollen, throbbing clit. “I’ll take care of you.” Vivian’s hips bucked reflexively as Serena’s digits expertly manipulated her most sensitive nub. Bound by the anal plug, she was utterly at Serena’s mercy.

Mercilessly, Serena exploited Vivian, her fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. The babe’s slick walls clenched around the digits, yearning for more stimulation. Serena obliged, ramming the plug deeper into Vivian’s spasming anus. The sensation of fullness, the relentless caress of her G-Spot, the cruel manipulation of her clit – it was all too much.

With a guttural moan, Vivian careened over the edge, her climax ripping through her like a freight train barreling through a tunnel. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her body. As her quivering quieted, she realized she was utterly exhausted – and Serena had barely begun.

“Tsk tsk,” Serena scolded teasingly, withdrawing her digits from Vivian’s slick folds. “Already spent? Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.” She reached for a monstrous toy pulsating ominously on her side table.

Unable to protest, Vivian bit her lip, silently steeling herself for the coming deluge of sensation. Serena teasingly trailed the toy along her ass, applying a liberal coating of lube. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pressed the bulbous head of the toy against Vivian’s still sensitive entrance.

Vivian winced as the toy violated her, stretching her impossibly taut backdoor. Instinctively, her walls resisted, clenching around the violating intruder. “Relax,” Serena coaxed, punctuating the command with a stinging slap to Vivian’s plump rear.

Gradually, the toy slipped past the tight ring of muscle, nestling deep within Vivian’s bowels. She was distended, brutally full – and yet, she yearned for more. “Ride it,” Serena commanded, settling back to enjoy the show.

Bracing herself against the arm of the couch, Vivian gave a tentative thrust, shuddering as the toy hit her deep within. Experimenting, she found a rhythm – rolling her hips, taking the toy to the hilt. Serena purred her encouragement, rubbing her throbbing clit through her soaked panties.

Vivian rode the toy harder, faster, lost to the brutal stimulation. Her neglected nipples ached, and she tweaked them roughly, the added stimulation propelling her toward another earth-shattering climax. Serena lunged forward, biting Vivian’s earlobe as the babe came undone. “That’s it, baby,” she growled. “Come for me.”

Vivian bucked wildly, grinding herself against the toy until she collapsed in a sated heap. Serena caught her, stroking her hair as she descended from the high. “Not bad, for your first time,” she commended. “But don’t think we’re done. The night is young, and I have plenty of toys to…inspect.”

And so, Vivian’s grand admission into the world of backdoor debauchery began. For hours, she submitted to Serena’s cruel yogurt – the buzzing of clitoral stimulators, the slap of floggers against her shameless bottom, the unspeakable fullness of Serena’s own hot, desire-soaked pussy enveloping Vivian’s abused pucker. She was broken, remade, reduced to a panting, wanton mess of need.

At last, when the first light of dawn crept through the windows, Serena declared the debauchery at an end. Vivian, limp and utterly mollified, sprawled boneless across the bed. Serena pulled the covers up, tucking the spent babe in protectively.

“There’s my good girl,” Serena praised, delivering the final stroke to Vivian’s ego. “Get some rest. And don’t worry – I’ll take very special care of you at our next session.” With that vow whispered in her ear, Vivian succumbed to sleep – and the promise of many more “fittings” to come.