#Bonus 1.3: Utter Filth

The first vibrating anal plug was hers because it's easy to convince someone to try something you are already doing, and the other was when they were more receptive.

After cleaning out and lubing the small object, Elizabeth slid the oval plug inside her rear without stopping until the stopper plug couldn't go further; only then did she turn on the switch to make it vibrate.

A cry left her lips as pleasure soaked her being and weakened her knees.

"Okay...okay, one down."

With that, she pulled out a zip lock bag with another vibrator, this one to fill her front.

This time, when she pressed the toy inside, her knees almost gave way; the fullness of the plug emphasised the pleasure of the toy she inserted into her sex.

Sinking it deeper without climaxing proved difficult; it's been a while since she had time for sex with the community service, so she slowed down the insert, and once it fit its furthest, she turned on the second vibrations at low speed.

"Ah....mm."

She bit her lower lip when the throbs inside her felt as if they were about to give way to an orgasm, but once she settled in the vibrations, she pulled her panties and jeans up and walked to the mirror to fluff her hair that had gone flat from being in a ponytail and changed her outfit to be more ‘club worthy’—she removed her jacket and bra, leaving them by the side of the sink, hoping a new owner would find them soon.

Her brown eyes settled on her nipples, which had stiffened instantly at the cold and the pleasure coursing through her.

Her black hair looked slightly dry, but she would deal with that later.

Someone struggled to open the door that she had locked, so she gave herself one last look, unlocked the bathroom door and walked into the noise.

The golden-haired boy with fluffy hair raised his eyes to her the moment he saw her. She held his gaze with a smile and walked towards him.  His friends easily left his side.

"Hi, I'm Ashley."

She introduced herself to the man.

"Sebastian."

The man said with a smile; his green eyes dropped slightly to her breasts, and her eyes gleamed.

"So, Sebastian, what are your plans for this evening?"

The flush on his face made Elizabeth feel giddy.

"I-I don't normally do this..."

He yelled to her, now that the music had grown louder. But she loved the words. They always sounded like a lie to her.

Now that she was standing and him sitting, she looked down at him at an angle.

When her hands slid through his hair, Sebastian turned a darker shade of red, well beyond flushed.

Oh God! Was he really close to a virgin? Did he really ‘never do this’?

Elizabeth almost licked her lips, but she tried to compose herself, even though she was already thrilled that she was ‘looking down’ on him.

He'd look so pretty with a collar around his neck. On instinct, her hands reached for his pale neck from his open shirt and felt his shudder through her fingertips.

As if taking this as some sort of cue, the puppy-like man rested his head on her soft chest and looked up at her with a smile. She guided his hands to the curve of her ass and waited for him to squeeze the flesh and press the vibrator, but instead, a hard hand pulled her from the warm hands.

"Hey! What the fu-"

"Shut up."

The harsh words came from Christopher. The look in his eyes told her he would hear none of her protests, even if she were to scream. Even so, she continued to tug against him, causing him to pull her harder and squeeze her wrist until she was certain it would snap in two.

"St-"

She tried to yell ‘stop’ once they were outside and the music couldn’t hide her voice. But, the second he dragged her up the stairs, the vibrator inside her turned into an angle where the base pressed against her clit and the tip against something far more sinful that was already overstimulated from the second plug.

“Wai- I-.”

She tried to speak but couldn’t. To make matters worse, her knees had weakened so she could no longer hold her ground and tug against Christopher, who was not slowing down.

"Wai..ah..st-"

She breathed as she could feel her body begin to convulse. Each step was delicious torture, with her body that craved her climax, urging her to move faster.

This was why she disliked big, strong men like him; they always did what they wanted, and she hated that.

But....but she would think about that lat- later.

Oh God...

A numbness washed over Elizabeth on the final step to the roof. To her poor luck, it was empty, meaning that there was no noise, so the vibrations could be heard clearly.

She tried to steady her breathing but unfortunately missed a step that caused her muscles to tighten due to the surprise, and her sex clamped down on to the thick d*ck-shaped vibrator inside her, causing her knees to give way and send her to the ground as a quivering mess.

White hot pleasure lapped her body over and over as the vibrator in her sex offset the other plug such that she was left powerless in the wave of her orgasm that left her both breathless and soundless that, for a moment, she forgot about the existence of Christopher.

When sanity returned, she grew aware of the cold, piercing blue eyes that looked down at her as if she were utter filth.

Fuck.

“Are you sick?”

The disdain in his voice washed over her, suffocating any attempt at a defence.

Her eyes dropped, and she told herself what she always did: ' It's fine; cheap relationships break easily.’ At least now, he would stop following her around like a lost puppy.

Despite his harsh glare, she desperately needed to pull the vibrator that kept irritating her already twitching sex out of her, so she unzipped her pants, but before she could quickly at least turn off the vibrations, a polished shoe kicked her hand away and pressed against the vibrator, which was slowly sliding out of her due to her wetness, pushing it further inside her and causing her cry to echo and her hands to grip his leg for dear life as the unwanted stimulation set off a second harsh climax.

Before her body finished convulsing, Christopher's large hands pulled her weak body from the ground as if she weighed nothing and tossed her over his shoulder.

“Wai…wait.”

She cried, but nothing left Christopher’s lips.

Christ, why did he smell so good?

The sound of the car being unlocked sounded, and before she could make sense of anything, her body was tossed into the backseat of the car.

Again, he stared at her, breathing heavily as if he were the one with the sex toy inside of him.

She wanted to see that. She wanted to see the big man squirm and call her name with tears in his eyes.

“Take them off.”

He said, and Elizabeth blinked.

“The toys?”

“The jeans. Take them off and spread your legs.”

He clarified.

Elizabeth couldn’t believe what he said, so her gaze lowered before her eyes widened.

He was hard…and big.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you are not my type, Kit.”

Something changed in Christopher's eyes when she called him ‘Kit’ instead of his name.

“Type? Do you think you are mine? I hate filthy things, Elizabeth.”

Her name felt like a punishment coming from his lips, so why…why was her body growing hotter under his disdainful glare?

“So, you will cleanse me of my ‘filth’ with your c*ck? You’re starting to sound religious, Kit.”

He shuddered again at the use of the name ‘Kit’.

“No, I’ll ruin you to the point that you will voluntarily seek repentance.”