Nostalgic Seeds - Part 8 (Widening her asshole)
Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. Priya waited and pushed through her patients. It was a regular repetitive session. People talked about their problems, and she advised her how to come over their fear, anxiety, and whatnot. As soon as the alarm on her phone rang at 4 pm, she politely asked her patient to leave. Then advised the office girl to shift any appointments left to the next day. She also asked the office girl to leave. The office girl smiled, trying to hide her judgy but kinky expression. “Please clean up yourself after your therapy,” She said, walking out after closing the records and appointments. Priya knew what she meant. She smiled and thanked her. As soon as Hari came in, she started glowing like a star. He was dressed in usually shirt and jeans but had a package in his hand. He offered it to her after smiling like how he smiled at her after popping her cherry during their first intercourse. “Let’s keep the package for later,” she continued to evaluate the therapy session with him. Hari talked about a lot of things. Somehow everything was connected to her. He could even list the movies they watched together and the exact date and time he devoured her. She was both aroused and felt loved. Unable to hold her emotions, she moved closer to him across the table and planted a kiss on his face. “I should not have broken up with you,” She said, kissing his face all over and planting her pink lipstick impression on his skin. “I know, baby,” He said, digging his face into her neck. She moaned, his stubble beard rubbing across her soft, smooth skin. She was aroused within a fraction of a second as soon as his lips landed on her open mouth. From across the opposite sides of the table, they kissed wildly. Unable to hold the excitement, Priya got up on the table, pushing away the medical books and some stationery items. She didn’t bother even when her water bottle fell, broke, and ruined her favourite mattress on the floor. She was on her knees on the table, sucking the passion out his lips. She no longer had lipstick over her perfect lips. But they were soaked in Hari’s saliva. “Make me yours again,” She said, unbuttoning the white buttons on her grey shirt. The shirt opened apart, exposing her silky smooth skin, her belly button, and the mark on her sweet belly. Hari always adored the pretty mark that was the after effect of surgery in her childhood. Her melons called out for him to manhandle them, but they were safe in the cups for now. “Wait, I have something for you,” He said, holding her hands and pulling her out of the table. She landed on the table, and the open buttons of her shirt revealed the red bra she wore, which he gifted. “You are so beautiful in it,” Hari said, looking at it after picking up the package he had brought her. “Turn around,” He said, making her stand, holding the table’s edges with her beautiful buttocks facing him. He came close and whispered to her, ” I am going to help you with what you asked last night.” His breath made her weak. His hands slid down to her pants and grabbed its buttons. Priya happily helped him with it. “What are you doing?” She asked sheepishly, pulling her legs closer to roll her formal black pants. He slid it down and stopped when he reached her knee. Her panties remained, holding on to the elastic edge on either side of her waist. He rolled them down. Both the parties and the pants were at her feet. Priya happily kicked them away and stood like an obedient dog, rather a bitch. “Here is your gift,” He said, opening the box. Priya looked at it. She knew what it was exactly. Her eyes grew wild and big. “I know this,” She said, arching her back to press her naked ass against his crotch. He was erect. Within the box were two things. One a tube of Durex lubricant and another a black butt plug. Priya was smiling. This was not the first time he had inserted one into her. Years back, he had used a similar one to open her butthole up. But being unused, she was tight there. “Baby, be gentle,” She said as he took them out. He held the butt plug in his hand. It was dark black. Had a conical shape with a curved end at the side that was supposed to open her butthole. On the other hand, there was a small handle with a metallic edge to close her hole once fully inserted. This was bigger than the one they used before. “That hole has been forbidden even for Ratan, be gentle. You are opening a closed gate which is very tight now,” Priya whispered. ” Did you reserve you asshole only for me, Priya?” He asked romantically. He was right. She never wanted Ratan in there. She could not say no to Ratan entering her cunt since he was her husband. But she prevented him from trying her butthole. She kept her ass safe until her ex-boyfriend returned. She always believed in the deep dark corners of her mind that it belonged to Hari. Priya pressed her upper body against the table as she lay down. Only her lower body, from her waist, remained outside the table with her feet fixed on the floor. Her melons squeezed against the wooden table, and she faced forward. She widened the gap between her feet to help Hari open her treasure hole. She shivered when Hari poured the lubricant over her ass cheeks. She had very big, wide, and fair ass cheeks. Then massaged the cheeks with his hand. He placed the tube between her butt crack and squeezed it, causing the lube to flow through her crack. He separated the cheeks and rubbed the lube around her butthole first. She was neat with zero hairs anywhere. Then he gently popped a few more drops of lube over her butthole. “Put your finger in, please,” She said, winking. Hari was more than happy. He rubbed plenty of lube over his fingers and placed it over her butthole.