Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams
The sun cast a warm glow on the bustling mall, illuminating the shoppers, who scurried about, eager to find the perfect items. Riley and I sauntered through the lively corridors, our fingers intertwined. We approached the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the food court, causing our stomachs to rumble in anticipation.
After enjoying a delightful meal, we decided to explore further and wandered towards the fashion boutiques. We giggled and exchanged playful banter as we perused the racks, admiring the stylish outfits.
"I really like this blouse," Riley murmured, her eyes sparkling. My gaze followed hers to the eye-catching garment hanging on the rack.
"It'd look stunning on you," I agreed, watching how it hugged the mannequin's form.
Riley beamed, taking the blouse and holding it against herself. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her feel confident. We continued our expedition, stopping occasionally to admire the various goods displayed within each boutique. Our laughter resonated through the corridor, mingling with the ambient chatter.
A scent of rich chocolate and sweet vanilla wafted towards us, drawing our attention to an unassuming candy store tucked away in a corner. "Sweet Escape", read the quaint sign above the door. Intrigued, we stepped inside, instantly enveloped in a rainbow of dazzling sweets that sparkled under the soft lighting. The store owner, a jovial elderly lady, greeted us warmly.
"Welcome to Sweet Escape!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "We have a wide variety of unique candies, guaranteed to leave you craving more!"
Feeling adventurous, we eagerly began exploring the vast selection of treats. Each row contained an assortment of delectable delights, from colorful gummy bears to intricately crafted chocolates. I noticed a peculiar set of pastel-colored candies nestled amongst the other sweets.
The packaging featured a mysterious symbol, a swirling vortex encased within a circle. Intrigued, I picked up the box and examined it closely. The enigmatic symbol seemed to pulsate, drawing me deeper into its mystery.
"What do you think?" I asked Riley, my voice betraying the excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
"They're certainly unusual," she replied, studying the candies thoughtfully. "But they might be worth trying. What do you say? Let's give them a shot."
"Agreed," I grinned, placing the box back down. "Let's go for it."
We approached the friendly store owner, who eagerly awaited our decision.
"Can we get a small bag of those special candies?" I requested, motioning towards the enigmatic pastel-colored confections.
The store owner nodded approvingly, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Of course!" she chimed, handing over a tiny paper sack filled with the enticing edibles.
She gave us 20 of the pink candies and 1 of the blue ones. As we left the store, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of curiosity. There was something alluring about those pink-colored sweets, and I knew that tonight would be unforgettable. The mall was beginning to quiet down, and most shops had already closed. It was time to return home and see what these mysterious candies were all about.
I could feel the anticipation building up inside me as we walked hand in hand through the dimly lit parking lot. The cool night air caressed my face, sending shivers down my spine. As we finally reached my apartment, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer.
"Riley," I said, turning to face her lovingly. "Why don't you take the first pick? It's only fair since you accompanied me here."
She smiled softly, looking deeply into my eyes. "Thank you, Caleb." Riley's eyes sparkled with gratitude and anticipation. "I'll choose the pink ones."
She carefully selected one of the mysterious blue candies, examining it curiously before popping it into her mouth. The sweetness of the candy was unlike anything she had ever tasted before—it was both familiar and utterly new. As she savored the flavor, she felt a profound warmth spread through her body, filling her with a sense of calm and tranquility.
"Chris," Riley gasped between blissful moans, "you should taste this!" she said handing me a blue one.
I sniffed at it, and made a gross face of displeasure as it smelled gross to me. I tried to lick one and quickly gave it back to Riley because of the horrible taste.
"That tastes awful," I remarked, my brow furrowed in disgust. Riley looked puzzled, staring down at the same candy that had elicited such pleasure from her "Are you sure?" she questioned, her confusion evident. "This is so delicious!"
I shook my head in disbelief, swallowing hard to rid myself of the lingering taste. "No way," I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. "There must be something wrong with that particular piece. Try one of the pink ones."
Intrigued, Riley hesitated momentarily before reaching for another candy. This time, she chose a pale pink one. With bated breath, she gingerly placed it into her mouth. Immediately, she spat it out and made a face I had similarly made when I tried the blue ones.
"Oh my god," Riley groaned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "That tasted horrible!"
I laughed heartily, having finally found the opportunity to get back at her for teasing me earlier. "See," I gloated, pointing at her in amusement. "You can't taste everything just right...." I stopped as I popped a pink one into my mouth and shivered from the amazing taste.
The candy melted on my tongue, releasing a burst of flavor that was nothing less than heavenly. My senses seemed heightened, and my entire body tingled with euphoria. The sensation grew stronger, becoming almost overwhelming. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I embraced the intoxicating rush of energy coursing through me.
My senses sharpened, and I felt invigorated, as if every nerve ending in my body was firing on all cylinders. Riley watched me with wide-eyed amazement, her eyes darting between me and the pink candy in her hand.
"How did you do that?" she whispered, awe dripping from every syllable.
"I dunno...how were you able to eat those awful blue ones? I retorted back at her. "Maybe there's something different about us," I suggested, gesturing between us. "Something that makes us taste the candies differently."
Riley's eyes widened, and she scrutinized me intently before nibbling on another blue candy. This time, she let out a gasp, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
"Oh wow," she breathed, clutching my arm tightly. "I guess you're right." Riley sighed, staring down at the remaining pink candies. "These are definitely not for me." Riley handed me the pink candies, looking repulsed by them.
I smiled slyly, knowing she wasn't getting any more of my precious treats. Instead, I savored another candy, reveling in the exquisite flavors dancing across my tongue. Every new bite was like discovering a hidden treasure, unlocking sensations previously unknown to me. As the night came to an end Riley said she had to head out but would call me the next day.
She kept staring at the pink candies which I more than happily offered her to take with her. She eagerly took all the blue ones and was also fine leaving me the pinks ones too.
"Don't stay up too late," she murmured into my ear affectionately. "I love you, Chris."
Her departing silhouette lingered in my peripheral vision as I settled down onto the couch, popping another pink candy into my mouth. The euphoric rush washed over me once again, and I relished the intense sensations that engulfed my senses. I felt alive, as if every fiber of my being was vibrating at a higher frequency.
My heart palpitated wildly, echoing the rhythm of my burgeoning desire. I remember stripping down to just my boxers and taking one last candy, savoring the divine taste. I then climbed into bed, the blankets wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. My body buzzed with energy, as the enchanting flavors danced across my taste buds.
The walls seemed to hum with an ethereal resonance, and my mind was flooded with vivid images of unending pleasure. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sleep but I was soon out like a light, deeply asleep and totally unaware of the sharp and drastic changes my life was about to take when I woke up.@Glass buttplug : A butt plug Riley finds at home that makes her turn into an absolute anal slut. Her titts grow a bit and begin to lactate. The wearer of the plug feel the urge to get oiled up before fucking.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned, rolling over and squinting at the screen. It was Riley.
"Hey," I answered, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Hey, babe," she said, her voice unusually breathy. "I was just thinking about you."
I smiled, stretching lazily. "Yeah? What were you thinking?"
There was a pause, and then she let out a soft moan.
"I was thinking about how much I want you to fuck me," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. "I found something... something that makes me feel so fucking dirty."
My cock twitched in my boxers at her words. "What did you find?" I asked, my voice already rough with desire.
She hesitated for a second before answering, her breathing growing heavier. "A... a butt plug. A glass one. It's been making me so fucking wet, Chris. I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel if you fucked me while it's inside me."
My hand instinctively moved to my cock, stroking it through the fabric of my boxers.
"Fuck, Riley," I groaned, my voice thick with arousal. "You’re driving me fucking crazy. Tell me more."
There was a wet, sloppy sound on the other end of the line—her fingers, I realized, already working between her legs. "It’s so big," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "I slipped it in last night after I got home, and I’ve been dripping ever since. My pussy’s so fucking wet, Caleb.
I can feel it dripping down my thighs right now. The plug’s still inside me, stretching me so good. I can’t stop touching myself.”
I groaned, my cock already rock hard in my hand. “Fuck, Riley,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust. “You’re making me so fucking hard. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
She let out a breathy moan, her voice trembling with need. “I’m rubbing my clit, baby. My fingers are so fucking slippery from how wet I am. And every time I push the plug deeper, I can feel it pressing against my G-spot.
It’s like a constant, delicious ache, making me so fucking desperate for your cock. I can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to have you fuck me while it’s still inside me. My pussy clenches around nothing, just imagining how full I’d be with you stretching me open while that plug is still buried in my ass.”
Her words sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock. I could already feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip, soaking through the thin fabric of my boxers. My hand moved faster, stroking myself through the material, desperate for more friction.
“Fuck, Riley,” I growled into the phone, my voice rough with need.
I need to see you. Now.”
She let out a breathy moan, her fingers working faster between her legs. “I’m already so close, baby. Just hearing your voice is making me drip.”
I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her fingers sliding through her soaked pussy, and it drove me wild. My cock ached, straining against my boxers, begging to be freed.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, my hand slipping beneath the waistband to grip my shaft. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
Her breathing hitched, and she let out a shaky moan.
"I want you to come over right now," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight tomorrow. I want you to bend me over the couch and slam your cock into my tight little pussy while that plug is still stretching my ass. I want you to make me scream, Caleb. I want you to fuck me like you hate me."
My cock throbbed painfully, pre-cum already dripping down the shaft. "Fuck, Riley," I groaned, my hand working my cock in slow, deliberate strokes.
“You’re making me so goddamn hard just listening to you. But you can’t just tease me like this—you need to come over. Right. Fucking. Now.”
A sharp gasp came through the line, followed by the wet sound of her fingers working faster between her thighs. “I—I can’t drive like this,” she whimpered, her breath hitching. “I’m so wet, Caleb. My pussy’s dripping down my legs, and this plug—oh *fuck*—it’s pressing against my G-spot every time I move. I can barely walk.”
I could practically *see* her—spread out on her bed, her slender body arched, one hand buried between her thighs while the other clutched the phone. The mental image made my cock throb painfully against my boxers. “Then take a fucking taxi,” I ordered, my voice dropping into a low, commanding growl.
“I need you here right now, Riley. I need to see that plug in your ass, see how wet it’s made you.” My hand tightened around my cock, stroking harder as I imagined her flushed, desperate face. “Tell me you’re coming.”
There was a pause—just long enough for me to hear the wet, sloppy sound of her fingers working faster between her legs. Then she let out a shuddering breath, her voice trembling with need. “I’m already on my way. I can’t—fuck, I can’t stop touching myself. The plug’s so deep, Caleb. I can feel it every time I move, stretching me open, making me so fucking needy for your cock.”
I groaned, my own hand moving faster, my hips bucking into the motion. “You better hurry, baby. Because when you get here, I’m not going to waste time.
I’m going to rip those fucking clothes off you and bend you over my bed so fast you won’t even have time to moan. My cock’s already aching just thinking about it.”
I hung up before she could respond, the phone slipping from my hand as I stormed toward the door. My boxers were tented obscenely, my cock throbbing with every step. The second I heard the knock, I yanked the door open, my breath ragged.
Riley stood there, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her green eyes dark with need. She was still in the same outfit from the mall—those tight jeans that hugged her ass just right, that fitted top that clung to her tits—but now there was something different about her. Something *wilder*. The way she was breathing, the way her fingers twitched at her sides, like she was barely holding herself back.
I didn’t say a word.
I just grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, slamming the door behind her with my foot. My fingers dug into her hip as I spun her around, pressing her against the wall. The second I felt her ass push back against me, my cock twitched violently. I reached around and grabbed the base of the glass plug, still slick with her arousal, and *shoved it deeper*—hard enough to make her gasp, hard enough to make her whole body jerk against me. Her ass clenched tight around it, the muscles fluttering like she was trying to pull it in even further, and I could *feel* the heat of her through the thin fabric of her jeans.
"Fuck—!" Riley’s breath hitched, her nails scraping against the wall as she arched her back, pushing her ass into my grip.
The sound ripped from her throat, half-gasp, half-moan, and it went straight to my cock. I kept my hand there, holding the plug deep inside her, feeling her ass clench around the smooth glass through the denim. My other hand fumbled with the button of her jeans.
“Wait—” she panted, but it was weak, swallowed by another sharp intake of breath as I shoved her jeans and panties down to her thighs in one rough yank.
The cool air of the apartment hit her skin, and I saw it—the clear, glistening stem of the plug, buried deep between her perfect, pale cheeks. Her pussy was a mess beneath it, slick and swollen, her folds glistening with her own need. The sight was fucking animal. I didn’t just want her. I needed to wreck her.
“You came here for this,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her neck. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips. “You called me, dripping, with this thing in your ass, begging for it. So don’t fucking tell me to wait.”
I stepped back, pulling her away from the wall by her hips. She stumbled, her jeans hobbling her steps, her back now against my chest. I walked her forward, toward the arm of my couch.
“Bend over.”
She obeyed, the word leaving her in a shaky exhale. She folded herself over the plush arm, her ass rising in the air, presented to me. The plug caught the dim light, a beacon of depravity. I tore my own boxers down, my cock springing free, already leaking, painfully hard.
I didn’t prep her. I didn’t ask. The plug had done the work. My hand wrapped around the base, cool and slick with her juices. I pulled slowly, watching her hole stretch around the widest part before it slipped free with a soft, wet pop.
She cried out, a sound of empty ache. Her asshole gaped slightly, a dark, fluttering pink pucker, wet and ready.
I spat into my palm, rubbed it over the head of my cock, and guided it to her other entrance. I pushed the thick crown against her soaked, trembling pussy lips. She was dripping, so ready it was disgusting. I slid an inch into that slippery, clenching heat, and her whole body shuddered.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted, the sensation almost blinding.
“Chris—” she sobbed, pushing back against me.
I pulled out, leaving her empty. I lined up again, this time with the head of my cock pressing not against her pussy, but against the loosened, vulnerable ring of muscle higher up. The one still glistening from the plug.
She froze.
“Wh—no… not there…” Her voice was a thread of panic.
“Yes there,” I said, my voice low and flat. I pressed. The resistance was immediate, a tight, hot band of muscle. I pushed harder, my hands anchoring on her hips, my weight driving forward.
“Stop—it hurts—!” The pain in her voice was sharp, real.
I didn’t stop. I shoved, my cockhead breaching that incredible, impossible tightness. Her scream was muffled by the couch cushion, her body seizing up, trying to reject the invasion. I leaned over her, my chest against her back, pinning her down.
“Shut up,” I hissed, my mouth against her ear. “You wanted to be fucked like I hate you. This is what that feels like.”
I pushed again, another brutal, inch-by-inch conquest. The burn for her was agony, I could feel it in every rigid line of her body. For me, it was a suffocating, velvet vice, a heat so intense it bordered on pain. I bottomed out, my hips flush against her ass, my cock fully buried in her rectum. We were both breathing in ragged, shattered gasps.
I held there, letting her adjust, feeling the brutal, internal pulse of her around me. Then I pulled back and slammed home.
She shrieked.
I did it again. And again. Setting a ruthless, punishing rhythm. The sound was obscene—wet, slapping flesh, the creak of the couch, her choked, ragged cries with every drive of my hips. Her ass was taking me, every thrust stretching her, battering her insides. I fucked her with a pure, focused brutality, my world narrowing to the heat of her channel and the sharp slap of my balls against her slick pussy below.
Her protests melted into broken, gulping sounds. Her body, once rigid with resistance, began to move with a terrible, shameful compliance, pushing back to meet my thrusts. She was coming undone, and I was the one unraveling her.
I fucked her ass until my legs burned and the room filled with the raw, pungent smell of sex and sweat. I fucked her until my climax tore up from my spine, a wave of brutal release. I shoved in one last, deep time, grinding my pelvis against her ravaged hole as I came, painting her insides with a hot, violent rush.
I collapsed over her, spent, my cock still pulsing inside her. We were a mess of tangled limbs and harsh breathing. I slowly pulled out. She whimpered at the loss, her body sliding bonelessly off the couch arm onto the floor. She lay there on the rug, curled on her side, jeans around her thighs, exposed and used.
I looked down at her, at the devastation between her legs, the evidence of what we’d just done smeared on her skin. A cold, quiet satisfaction settled in my gut. She’d asked for it. She’d fucking begged for it.
And I’d given it to her.