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"She wants to know if I have Michael's contact information."

Tamara walks on her knees until she's behind me. The strap-on pressing against my ass cheeks as she runs her hands over my back.

"She thinks he did something to you," Tamara laughs, groping my breasts.

"Can we get this over with?" I sigh, feeling dejected. Krista was on the wrong track. No one was ever going to find me.

"You can't rush a good ass-fucking," Tamara grins, spreading my ass cheeks with her hands. "And what should I say back to Krista?"

"Can we not talk about Krista right now?" I grunt, feeling the tip of the strapon pushing against my anus.

I can't so much as struggle the way Tamara has me tied up. She looped my leg restraints under the bed and attached them to my knees, pulling them under me. My arms were pulled forward, holding my shoulders to the mattress. The end result was that I was trapped face down in the mattress with my ass high in the air. There was nothing I could do to fight it, and the last thing I needed was to be thinking about my sister while Tamara was fucking me in the ass.

"Should I tell her she should be with Michael instead? That maybe I was wrong about him?" Tamara laughs. "That might help both of them move on."

I ignore her taunts, focusing on the sensation of the cock pushing into me. I try to focus, breathing through the discomfort. There isn't much pain, per se. Just a overabundance of disconcerting sensations. I get flashes of myself at the mall, trapped on the dirty floor of the bathroom stall, head wedged between wall and toilet.

"I'm sorry you haven't heard from her-" Tamara wrote, speaking aloud as she finishes sliding the dildo fully in. "But maybe you're better off?"

"What?!" I exclaim, gasping with a mixture of frustration and discomfort, Tamara pulls the dildo out, slowly thrusting in again. I wasn't sure whether it was coated more with her saliva or mine, but at least it was effectively lubricated. Even so, it was hard to do anything but focus on the large cock violating my ass.

"She was kind of a bitch to you sometimes." Tamara speaks slowly, still typing with one hand. Her other rested on my hip.

"You wouldn't dare," I exclaim.

"Already done," she grins, hitting send.

I want to protest further but, now that her attention is undivided, she begins to pick up speed. Her nails dig into my hips, her own hips slapping against my ass.

The sound is almost deafening in the otherwise complete silence.

I couldn't believe she was trying so hard to turn Krista against me.

Whether thinking about Krista moving on with Michael or thinking that she was happier without me, I felt nauseated. I knew there was no way Krista would ever go after Michael. She was into women, after all. Yet, I couldn't stop worrying. About that, and a million other things.

My orgasm took me by surprise, my body still reacting despite the fact my mind was a million miles away.

I squeal, feeling pleasure shoot through me. Somehow, I don't enjoy the orgasmic sensations as much as normal. I'm too distracted. Too worried.

"My turn now!" Tamara grins, withdrawing the wet, messy strapon and setting it carefully on the nightstand.

She pushes her legs between mine, sliding backward underneath my body, facing the bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask, perplexed and still distracted.

Her ass pushes against mine, and then under. Her buttocks caress my entire torso, sliding from my pussy, along my abdomen, and over my breasts. She continues pushing with her arms and wiggling her body backward until her buttocks slide under my head, pushing my face upward. I try to turn away, but the strain on my arm restraints is too tight to maneuver my head away. My face is trapped in her ass cheeks.

"You know what to do."

Reluctantly, I give in. I know from experience my options are either lick her ass, or spend an hour suffocating, only to still end up licking her ass. And then, for an encore, she'll make me lick her ass.

Her arm bumps my leg repeatedly as she plays with herself, teasing

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