The Wreckoning Chapter 8: Good Friday

“Hey Missy.”  Robyn says as she answers the call.  “How’s your Good Friday going?”

“Hi Robyn.”  I say nervously.  “Hey, um, um, we have a problem.”

I see her mood cool.  “Oh?”

I rub my hands nervously.  “Yeah, um, you see I have to go to my parents house for Easter Sunday and, um, my brother and his family won’t be getting there until later.  I can’t…I can’t leave before I see him.”

“Missy.”  She says in a stern voice.  “What have I told you?”

“I know, I know.  The schedule.  But…this was all planned before any of…this.”  I speak as if I was a naughty child asking forgiveness, which is exactly how I felt.  “Th-there will be so many questions if I have to leave.  Surely you understand.  Don’t…don’t you have somewhere to be for Easter?”

She doesn’t answer my question and just glowers at me through the screen.

“Please.  Just this one time.  One night off and I’ll never ask again I swear.  I’ll be a good girl the whole rest of the year.  I-I’ll make up the time tonight, we can have a double session tonight.”  I beg.  “Please Robyn, just this once.  I swear.”

Again a hard stare is the only response.

I bow my head sadly.  “Okay, I’m sorry.  I’ll…um…I’ll just tell them I’m sick.  I’ll…um…”

“This one time?  And you’ll never ask again?”

I look up, daring to hope.  “Oh yes.  Yes!  I swear to God.  If…If I ever ask again you can…you can send the video.”

“I can always send the video.”

“I know, but…”

She motions me to settle down.  “Okay Missy, this one time.  But you have to give me double tonight.”

My heart is singing!  A day off!  I didn’t think I’d ever see it. I would have kissed her had she been there.  “Oh thank you!  Thank you so much!”  I hop up onto the bed excitedly.  “I’ll be such a good girl for you tonight.  Anything you want.”

She shakes her head at my foolishness.  “We stick to the schedule.  Your second session will be what you owe me for Sunday.”

“Of course.  Always stick to the schedule.”  I stop and give the camera a long soulful gaze.  “Robyn.”  I say softly.

“Yes Missy?”

“Thank you.  Really.”  It bothered me deeply to be thankful to my puppet master for briefly letting me off the strings she herself was holding, yet I meant those words from the bottom of my heart.

She settles back and nestles her mug in that way of hers.  “Don’t ask me again.  Okay, shall we get going?  I believe we’re finally going to get D3 into action.”

I nod my head.  For a week and a half the instructions were variations done with the wand and the other toys.  Last night I had the glass 7 incher in my butt with the vibrator pressed into my pussy.  I came so many times.  But at long last the big thick 8 incher’s time was here.  I knew from the calendar I’d be seeing a lot of it in the coming weeks.

Plug 2 was already inside my ass and had been for an hour already, as had been the special pre-session instructions for today, and my booty was feeling pleasantly stuffed.  I sit on my towel and begin to generously lube the big toy.  I admire again just how realistic it looked and I was looking forward to feeling a toy that had a bit of give to it again.  The glass was awesome but I was ready for a change.

“Been a long time since I had one this big.”

“Since the video?”

I nod.  “This is roughly Luis’ size.”

“Do you miss Luis?  His size I mean?”

I glance up just for a second then return my gaze to the dildo.  I had long since given up on lying to Robyn.  It was strangely liberating being so unabashedly honest with someone, even if it was my blackmailer.  “Sometimes.”  I confess.  “Dylan’s fine don’t get me wrong.”

“But sometimes you want bigger.”

“Yeah.  Not often, but sometimes I miss it.”  I giggle.  “Though I don’t miss Luis’ hair trigger.”

This makes Robyn laugh, her laugh in turn makes me smile.  “Oh yes!  I noticed that in the video.  He lasted, what?  5 minutes.”

I titter back and quip.  “And that was a good night for him!”  We both laugh together.

The talk of the video had me wondering again who leaked it to her.  Was it Luis?  Maybe our break up wasn’t on as good of terms as I thought.  Early on I’d tried to trick her into telling me the name but she was always one step ahead of me.  I didn’t even try anymore.

“Well D3 won’t let ya down.  It’ll be hard as long as you need it.  Not like a man. Don’t you worry.”  She says.

I give her a sidelong glance as my chuckling fades.  That was an odd thing to say.  I rub my pussy to prepare it for action.

Turning my back to the screen I look over my shoulder.  “I’m think I want to be bent over today, that okay?”

“You do you baby.”

I spread my knees and bend at the waist until the side of my face and both shoulders come to rest against the bed, my ass is up and facing right at the camera.  Even after all these weeks, even with my current predicament being caused by a video recording, having a camera on me was still a huge turn on.  With my right hand I guide the toy down through my legs.  Wasting no time I start to slide the tip across my slit and I focus my mind on opening up for it.

When I felt ready I position the dong firmly against my opening and I push.  Slowwwwly it sinks into my womanhood.  For the first time I had to overcome true resistance.  D1 was small enough to not be an issue and D2 was crazy smooth.  D3 however had some grip to it and its size was no joke.  Closing my eyes I concentrate on relaxing while I maintain a steady inward press.

I swear I feel every contour and vein as the big toy gradually fills my pussy inch by inch.  Knowing Robyn as I did I continue pushing until I had it inside of me right to the hilt.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck.”  I sigh as the cock stretches my tunnel in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Oh god, I forgot what this felt like!  That pleasant yet challenging feeling of perfect fullness.  With P2 filling my ass the sensation was even greater.  There is a new sort of feeling as the internal flesh between the two toys squeezed between them, a feeling only felt now due to the larger size of them.  I am grateful to Robyn in not prodding me on as I just keep the toy inside and allow my tunnel to adapt.

With gingerly attention I gradually pull it about halfway out then push it back in again.  “Ohhhhhh god!”  I pull it out 5 or 6 inches…then more confidently back in again.  “Ohhhhhh fuck!”  This was even better than I remembered it!  The constant pressure it put against my walls and that lovely semi-realistic slight rubbery give to the girth was ambrosia for my tight pussy.  In and out it goes again as I start to find a rhythm.  “Ohhhhh.  Ohhhhh.  Ohhhhhh!”  I can’t help but moan on each glorious stroke.

“Feels good?”

“Ohhhhh!  I’m gonna cum pretty quick with this.  Ohhhhh!”

She watches in silence for a time before she says.  “I bet you wish Dylan had a cock like that, huh?”

“Ohhhhhh!”  I try to ignore the question and concentrate on the incredible bliss growing inside me.  She doesn’t press the point this time.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Mmmmmm!”  I hum.  “So…full.  Mmmmm.  So deep.  Ohhhh.  It feels good.  Ohhhh.  Sooo good.”

It not long before I am a quivering mass and cumming hard thanks to the big ol’ D3.  A sobering thought hits me as I drift down from my happy heady heights.  Had Luis would have had any decent stamina in the sack…I’m not sure I would have given up on a cock like this so easily.  I loved Dylan dearly so it worked out for the best, but still an interesting hypothetical.  For the rest of my time I shift and try a few other positions as I fuck myself with the large lifelike cock.

It seems no time at all before I hear the timer go off.

“See you tomorrow!”  I blurt before Robyn can sign off in her regular abrupt way.

She chuckles.  “Thank you.  See you later tonight.”

“Oh yeah.  Forgot.”

The call ends.  Removing the toy I lay back on the bed, the now very familiar loosey goosey of a post coital glow all through my being.  I bring the wet dildo up to my face and admire it.  It smelled of my sex.  I give it a big kiss on the shaft.

“Ohhh.  I think I’ll be keeping you.  Whoooo!”