Caught by the Past Chapter 2

'I'm right and you know it. You're a cheap slut who loves nothing more than satisfying men.... You can't deny it. I can tell if you're telling me the truth.' He rubs the palm of his broad hand across your buttocks the heat penetrating your skirt warming your soft flesh. Your little cock twitches uncontrollably.

'How can you?' you cry, terror showing in your voice, afraid of what James is on the edge of discovering.

'Oh! honey, where's your faith, I said I'm a good judge of character and I've got you sussed. I can tell you're a sissy. A boy that's better suited as a pathetic girl. A weak willed submissive who needs direction. You're not a strong dominant woman despite your tarty look.'

That's when you felt it. A large stubby finger hoiking your tiny g-string aside like the string on a bow. James falls silent while he grabs a small jar of Vaseline from a coffee table. Oh! He presses a slippery finger at your most intimate orifice, easing the muscle apart teasing you open.

'Are you tight or loose?' he chants, 'You can't deny this simple test. Tight and your frigid, loose and you're a whore'. Then his thick sausage like finger shoots deep inside pushing and probing going places where a human finger has never gone before. This causes a weird, unexpected string of events. Your little cock begins to wetten and a warm, rather pleasant glow seeps from your groin throughout your body. You gasp and relax over his knee like a young girl's limbless dolly on the headboard of her bed.

'Tight or loose' he chimes again working his greased finger in and out of you. Mmm, the sensation is electric and your body begins to shudder riding his finger rhythmically like a small boat on a rough sea. You writhe around on his knee, essentially having anal sex pushing back onto his firm finger.

'Tight or loose, tight or loose'. He cries pumping you arse faster and faster. He's screaming now. 'Tight or loose, tight or loose'.

You bite your sweet painted lip, groan and push back on his frigging finger.