27-08-2026, 09:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 27-08-2026, 01:02 PM by girrich9486. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Next day..... Tony kept her exactly as she was—legs forced wide in the gyno supports, ankles strapped tight, wrists bound above her head and to the sides. Her fit body stretched open, 36 breasts rising and falling fast, the pink of her pussy and the tight ring of her ass fully exposed and shining with oil.
He switched the powerful vibrator on and pressed the broad, buzzing head firmly against her swollen clit.
“Ahhh—nngh—Tony—”
Her hips jerked against the straps. The vibration sank deep.
Tony’s voice stayed calm and mocking as he dragged the smooth soft brush along the outer lips of her pink pussy.
“Listen to those moans. Already so loud. Does your husband ever make you sound like this?”
Vidya shook her head weakly, voice breaking between gasps.
“N-no… please… Tony, please… not so hard—ahh—”
He pressed the vibrator firmer and slid the tip of a sleek black marker between her folds, rubbing it up and down her entrance.
“No? He doesn’t stretch this pretty pink cunt and make you scream the whole room down?” He pinched her outer lip lightly, mixing the sting with the buzzing pleasure. “Answer me.”
“Please… Tony, please… it feels—nnnngh—too much… no… yes… I don’t know—ahh—”
He pushed the rounded end of the marker just inside her, twisting it gently, then replaced it with the soft paintbrush. The fine bristles stroked her sensitive inner walls while the vibrator jumped to a higher setting.
Vidya’s moans turned high and continuous, words half-swallowed.
“How does it feel?” he asked, voice low and humiliating. “Having these tools inside the same pink pussy your husband gets? Louder. The whole room can hear you.”
“P-please… Tony… please stop a little… no… don’t stop… ahhh—it feels… so good and it hurts—nnngh—”
He switched the vibrator to a deeper pulse and ran the smooth brush in slow circles around her clit, then lower, teasing the tight entrance of her ass.
“That’s right. Your husband doesn’t tie you open and make you drip and shake and beg like this. Does he even know how loud you get?”
She tried to answer but another strong vibration stole the words. “H-he… doesn’t… please Tony… please… no more pain… yes more… I can’t—nnn—think—”
Tony pushed the paintbrush a little deeper while the second marker teased her ass and the vibrator stayed locked on her clit.
“Say it clearer. Tell me your husband never fucks you like this. Tell me these moans are only for me.”
Vidya’s voice came out broken, half pleasure, half protest.
“M-my husband… never… fucks me like this… ahhh—please Tony, please… some yes… some no… my moans… are so loud… only because of you… I can’t—nnngh—stop begging—”
He rewarded the honesty with a harder pulse from the vibrator and a long, slow stroke of the smooth brush directly over her swollen clit. At the same time he delivered a sharp, controlled pinch to her outer lip.
Her whole body tensed. The restraints creaked.
“Good girl. Keep talking while you come. Tell me how much better this is than anything he gives you… and keep begging.”
He pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and slid two oiled fingers into her pink pussy alongside the paintbrush, stretching her while the soft bristles moved inside. The second marker tapped lightly against her sensitive rear entrance.
Vidya’s biggest orgasm yet ripped through her. Her back arched as far as the straps allowed. A raw, high cry filled the room—long, broken, mixed with desperate words.
“Please—Tony—please—no—yes—ahhhnngh—I’m coming—don’t stop—stop—please—”
Her pink walls clenched hard around his fingers and the brush. Wetness flooded out onto the padded surface. Even while she was still pulsing he kept the vibrator going and the brush moving, forcing the climax to stretch longer.
“Still talking,” he ordered, voice cruel and soft. “Tell me. Does your husband ever make you come this hard? And keep saying please.”
She could barely form words. Moans and gasps mixed with fragments of begging.
“N-no… never… this hard… ahhh—only you… please Tony, please… some yes… some no… he doesn’t… use me like—nnnngh—this—please—”
Tony didn’t stop. He switched the vibrator to a relentless high setting, dragged the smooth brush back and forth over her oversensitive clit, and kept asking, teasing, humiliating her while her body shook through aftershocks and built toward the next wave.
“Louder. Let the whole room hear how much better a real fucking is than whatever your husband does. Keep answering… and keep begging me with that pretty mouth.”
Vidya’s voice stayed half-broken, moans swallowing most of the words, but the mixed pleas still came—desperate, shaky, sometimes “please no,” sometimes “please yes,” completely under his control—as he continued the hardcore mix of vibrator, smooth brush, markers, and relentless questions on her completely restrained, open body.
He switched the powerful vibrator on and pressed the broad, buzzing head firmly against her swollen clit.
“Ahhh—nngh—Tony—”
Her hips jerked against the straps. The vibration sank deep.
Tony’s voice stayed calm and mocking as he dragged the smooth soft brush along the outer lips of her pink pussy.
“Listen to those moans. Already so loud. Does your husband ever make you sound like this?”
Vidya shook her head weakly, voice breaking between gasps.
“N-no… please… Tony, please… not so hard—ahh—”
He pressed the vibrator firmer and slid the tip of a sleek black marker between her folds, rubbing it up and down her entrance.
“No? He doesn’t stretch this pretty pink cunt and make you scream the whole room down?” He pinched her outer lip lightly, mixing the sting with the buzzing pleasure. “Answer me.”
“Please… Tony, please… it feels—nnnngh—too much… no… yes… I don’t know—ahh—”
He pushed the rounded end of the marker just inside her, twisting it gently, then replaced it with the soft paintbrush. The fine bristles stroked her sensitive inner walls while the vibrator jumped to a higher setting.
Vidya’s moans turned high and continuous, words half-swallowed.
“How does it feel?” he asked, voice low and humiliating. “Having these tools inside the same pink pussy your husband gets? Louder. The whole room can hear you.”
“P-please… Tony… please stop a little… no… don’t stop… ahhh—it feels… so good and it hurts—nnngh—”
He switched the vibrator to a deeper pulse and ran the smooth brush in slow circles around her clit, then lower, teasing the tight entrance of her ass.
“That’s right. Your husband doesn’t tie you open and make you drip and shake and beg like this. Does he even know how loud you get?”
She tried to answer but another strong vibration stole the words. “H-he… doesn’t… please Tony… please… no more pain… yes more… I can’t—nnn—think—”
Tony pushed the paintbrush a little deeper while the second marker teased her ass and the vibrator stayed locked on her clit.
“Say it clearer. Tell me your husband never fucks you like this. Tell me these moans are only for me.”
Vidya’s voice came out broken, half pleasure, half protest.
“M-my husband… never… fucks me like this… ahhh—please Tony, please… some yes… some no… my moans… are so loud… only because of you… I can’t—nnngh—stop begging—”
He rewarded the honesty with a harder pulse from the vibrator and a long, slow stroke of the smooth brush directly over her swollen clit. At the same time he delivered a sharp, controlled pinch to her outer lip.
Her whole body tensed. The restraints creaked.
“Good girl. Keep talking while you come. Tell me how much better this is than anything he gives you… and keep begging.”
He pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and slid two oiled fingers into her pink pussy alongside the paintbrush, stretching her while the soft bristles moved inside. The second marker tapped lightly against her sensitive rear entrance.
Vidya’s biggest orgasm yet ripped through her. Her back arched as far as the straps allowed. A raw, high cry filled the room—long, broken, mixed with desperate words.
“Please—Tony—please—no—yes—ahhhnngh—I’m coming—don’t stop—stop—please—”
Her pink walls clenched hard around his fingers and the brush. Wetness flooded out onto the padded surface. Even while she was still pulsing he kept the vibrator going and the brush moving, forcing the climax to stretch longer.
“Still talking,” he ordered, voice cruel and soft. “Tell me. Does your husband ever make you come this hard? And keep saying please.”
She could barely form words. Moans and gasps mixed with fragments of begging.
“N-no… never… this hard… ahhh—only you… please Tony, please… some yes… some no… he doesn’t… use me like—nnnngh—this—please—”
Tony didn’t stop. He switched the vibrator to a relentless high setting, dragged the smooth brush back and forth over her oversensitive clit, and kept asking, teasing, humiliating her while her body shook through aftershocks and built toward the next wave.
“Louder. Let the whole room hear how much better a real fucking is than whatever your husband does. Keep answering… and keep begging me with that pretty mouth.”
Vidya’s voice stayed half-broken, moans swallowing most of the words, but the mixed pleas still came—desperate, shaky, sometimes “please no,” sometimes “please yes,” completely under his control—as he continued the hardcore mix of vibrator, smooth brush, markers, and relentless questions on her completely restrained, open body.
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