Gossip Girl – Chapter 6 – Bunny’s Little Tail
Her body was still trembling when the last waves finally loosened their grip.
Serena hung against him, legs weak, forehead resting on his shoulder, the bunny ears slightly crooked. Every breath came out shaky. The thick length of him was still buried inside her, pulsing.
Eric kissed the side of her neck once, slow and claiming, then spoke against her skin in a low voice that was pure hunger.
“We’re not done, little bunny.”
After a long minute he pulled out of her with a wet sound. Serena made a soft, protesting noise at the sudden emptiness. Eric didn’t give her time to recover. He spun her around and bent her forward with a firm hand between her shoulder blades until her palms were flat against the wall.
The fluffy white tail was right in front of him now, absurd and perfect against the bare curves of her ass.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the thong and dragged it down to her thighs.
That was when he finally noticed it properly.
The fluffy white pom-pom wasn’t sewn on. It was hooked to the thin band of her thong, and nestled just below it, half-hidden in the cleft of her ass behind the lace, was a smooth clear bulb. He had barely registered the way it dipped into her crack until now.
A dark, delighted sound left his throat.
“Look what we have here.”
Serena’s breath hitched. She started to protest, soft and shaky, but the words died almost immediately. She didn’t deny it.
“It… it was part of the outfit,” she whispered.
Eric’s grin was slow and filthy. He ran a finger along the smooth glass plug, following the curve where it rested against her.
“You wanted me to find this. You wanted me to use it all along.”
She whimpered, forehead pressed to the wall, hips giving the smallest, helpless push backward.
“Then we should use it,” he said. “Don’t you agree?”
He unhooked the tail from the thong and slid the cool glass base slowly down the cleft of her ass until the rounded tip prodded directly at her tight little hole. Serena’s whole body tensed.
Eric spat once, thick and deliberate, watching the saliva slide down between her cheeks and coat the entrance. He pressed the glass bulb against her again, twisting it gently as he began to push.
“Relax for me.”
The smooth glass bulb was slightly pointed at the tip, then ballooned out wide before collapsing onto the slim shaft that held the pom-pom—like a teardrop-shaped umbrella handle. Eric aimed the pointed edge at her tight asshole. The little ring puckered hard in resistance against the invading toy.
He twisted and pushed.
Her passage slowly opened under the pressure while she moaned, high and broken.
“Oh god…I can’t…it’s too big…please…”
Eric was completely enthralled, watching her stretch. The clear glass let him see every moment of it: the way her rim went taut and pale around the widening bulb, the flutter of resistance, the slow, reluctant give.
“That’s it… take it. Look at this pretty little hole offering itself to me.”
He worked the plug in with short, patient twists. Inch by inch the toy forced her open.
Serena’s whimper turned shaky as the widest part of the bulb finally stretched her to the limit. Her asshole fluttered wildly, then yielded, swallowing the glass until her rim closed snugly around the narrower shaft, locking the plug in place as he gave it one last deep twist.
The fluffy white tail was finally seated flush between her butt cheeks, swaying with every trembling breath she took.
Eric ran his thumb around the stretched rim, admiring the way it clung to the toy.
“Fuck… you are a dirty little slut,” he breathed. “Look at that.”
He gave the base of the plug a slow twist. Serena’s breath hitched and her hips pushed back against his hand.
“Stay still,” he said quietly. “I want to see you.”
Another slow turn. He watched her rim cling to the glass.
“You brought this for me, didn’t you?” His voice was low. “Had it hooked to your little thong the whole time, just waiting for me to notice.”
Serena’s voice came out small and shaky. “I… I didn’t know if you would find it.”
“You wanted me to put it in you.” He tugged the tail so she felt the deep pull. “Say it.”
She nodded quickly, forehead pressed to the wall.
“Say it properly.”
“I wanted you to put it in me,” she whispered. Then, softer, almost broken: “I needed you to. I keep needing more of you… I don’t know how to stop.”
Eric’s cock twitched hard against her thigh. He leaned over her back, still playing with the plug in lazy, deliberate movements—tiny circles, short tugs, pressing it a little deeper just to hear the soft sound she made.
“Show me,” he murmured against her ear. “Push back on it. Show me how much you like having your ass filled.”
Serena whimpered, but she did it. Her hips rolled back, working herself on the plug while he held the base steady. The sight of her willingly fucking herself onto it made something dark and hungry tighten in his chest.
“That’s my good little bunny,” he said, voice rough with approval. “Already so well trained.”
Only then did he line himself up again, the head of his cock rubbing through her soaked folds while the plug stayed buried.
“Now you’re going to take both.”
Eric drove into her pussy in one hard, unbroken stroke. The sudden dual fullness—his thick cock stretching her cunt while the plug stayed buried in her ass—made her cry out louder than before.
“Aaahhhhh!”
For a moment he held himself completely still, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch of the dual stretch. The plug made her tighter than she had ever been around him. He could feel the hard shape of it pressing against the base of his cock through the thin wall separating them.
Serena’s arms shook. A long, broken sound left her throat.
“Oh my god… Eric… it’s too much…”
He pulled back slowly—almost all the way out—then slid back in just as slow, watching the way her pussy stretched around him while the fluffy tail trembled.
“Feel how much fuller you are,” he murmured, voice low and thick. He gave another deliberate, grinding thrust, angling up so the head of his cock dragged over the sensitive front wall while the plug stayed locked in place. “Every time I move, you feel it twice.”
Serena pushed back harder, voice already high.
“Harder… please, Eric… I can take it… I need it harder…”
Eric kept the pace measured at first, then began to give her exactly what she asked for. Short, deep strokes. A slow roll of his hips that moved the plug inside her. He reached down and gave the base of the plug rhythmic pressure in time with his thrusts, pushing it deeper each time he sank into her.
Serena cried out, the sound high and raw, and started rocking back to meet him on her own.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take it. Let this former Boy Scout fuck this perfect little cunt while you’re already stuffed full for him.”
He twisted the plug and thrust harder.
“Listen to you. Whimpering like a little whore while I play with the plug you begged me to put in you.”
She pushed back against him anyway, greedy and helpless, the fluffy tail bouncing with every impact. Eric fucked her roughly from behind, one hand locked around the base of the plug so it shifted deeper with every snap of his hips. The dual sensation made her knees weak. She could feel herself dripping down her thighs.
“Feel that?” he growled. “Cock in this tight little cunt and a plug in your ass at the same time. My perfect filthy bunny.”
“Eric… fuck… it’s so much…”
“You can take it. You were made to take it.”
He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a bright red print, then grabbed the fluffy tail and gave it a short, sharp tug that dragged a high, needy moan out of her.
“One day I’m going to replace this plug with my cock,” he promised, voice low and certain. “Stretch this pretty ass open and fuck it until you can’t walk.”
Serena’s reply was shaky, already trembling. “You’re… ah… you’re too big…”
“You’ll learn to take it.” He thrust harder. “That quiet little Boy Scout you remember? He’s gone. The man who’s stretching you open right now is the only one left… and you’re going to beg him for more.”
He railed her against the wall, using the plug to keep her completely full. Every long stroke dragged over the sensitive spot inside her while the plug pressed constantly from the other side. The pleasure was sharp, almost unbearable.
“But tonight,” he snarled, “you’re going to come on my cock with this tail still in you. Show me what a good little slut you can be for your man.”
Serena’s answer was a broken, desperate cry.
Eric’s excitement only sharpened. He plowed into her harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass filling the room. One hand cracked across her other cheek, then both hands gripped her hips and angled her higher so every thrust ground deep while the plug stayed locked inside her.
He tugged on the base of the plug again, twisting it while he fucked her. Serena bucked back onto him on her own, chasing the dual pressure.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “Pushing back like a greedy little whore. My own personal playboy bunny, plugged and stuffed and still begging for more.”
“Please… please give me more… fuck me harder… I need it…”
“Louder.”
“Please, Eric… please ruin me… I’m your bunny, I’m your dirty little whore, just don’t stop…”
He gave her exactly what she asked for—long, grinding strokes that kept the dual fullness right on the edge. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, so close she could almost taste it.
Eric felt the flutter of her pussy around him and deliberately slowed, then stopped, buried deep but motionless except for the slight pressure of his hand on the plug.
Serena let out a broken, frustrated cry and tried to push back onto him.
“Ah-ah.” He held her hips still. “Not yet.”
“Please… ” she gasped. “Please don’t stop… I was so close… I need this… I need you… I don’t want you to stop anymore…”
“I know.” His voice was dark with control. He gave the plug a slow, mean little circle. “But good bunnies ask permission. So ask me nicely.”
Serena’s forehead dropped against the wall. Her whole body trembled.
“Please, Eric… please let me come…”
“Louder. And tell me what you are while you ask.”
“Please let your dirty little bunny come,” she sobbed. “I’m your slut… I’m your whore… please, I need it…”
Eric stayed still for another long, torturous moment, only moving the plug in tiny presses that made her legs shake. He waited until she was almost crying with need.
Only then did he lean over her back, mouth against her ear.
“Good girl. Now take it.”
He pulled back and slammed into her hard, setting a sudden, punishing pace while he worked the plug in time with every thrust. The dual pressure crashed back at full force.
Serena screamed.
“Yes…yes…fuck me…don’t stop…please don’t ever stop…”
Her hips shoved back to meet him, greedy and desperate. She needed it deeper, harder, needed to feel him claim every part of her.
“Please cum in me,” she sobbed. “I need to feel it… need to feel you want me… fill me, Eric… make me yours… I need it…”
Eric’s rhythm turned erratic. He drove into her one final time and held himself buried as he started to pulse.
The first thick spurt of his release triggered her completely.
Her orgasm tore through her in violent, rolling waves. It kept cresting, each one sharper because of the plug still locked inside her. Every time her walls clenched around his cock she also felt the unyielding pressure in her ass. She screamed his name, raw and broken, hips jerking back against him even as her legs threatened to give out.
Eric kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as he could go. One hand stayed locked on her hip; the other held the base of the plug firmly in place so she felt completely full while he claimed her.
“Take it,” he groaned. “Take every drop… fuck, Serena…”
She could feel him throbbing inside her, the heat of his release flooding her while the plug kept everything tightly sealed. The dual sensation stretched the orgasm on and on until she was shaking so hard she could barely stay upright. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity.
Only when the strongest waves finally began to ebb did Eric’s movements slow. He stayed buried to the hilt, arms sliding around her waist so he could pull her back against his chest. Their skin was slick with sweat. The fluffy tail was crushed between them. She could feel the rapid hammer of his heart against her spine.
For several long breaths neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their uneven breathing and the faint wet trickle of his cum beginning to escape around his slowly softening cock.
Eric pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her neck, voice low and rough with leftover hunger and something softer.
“That’s my perfect little bunny… taking everything I give her.”
“You’re mine,” he murmured against her skin. “My perfect little bunny. My filthy, beautiful slut. No one else gets to see you like this.”
The dirty words should have felt harsh. Instead they settled over her like another layer of the embrace—claiming and protective at the same time. Serena shivered in pure delight at the contrast. She could still feel the thick pulse of his cock inside her, still hard enough to stretch her, but slowly softening. The plug remained pressed between them.
She smiled when the light scrape of his stubble dragged along the back of her jaw as he leaned in closer.
“I love you, sis.”
The soft, certain whisper pulled a low moan from her throat. Of everything that had happened—the wall, the screaming, the dual fullness, the way he had made her come apart—this quiet moment of being held and claimed felt like the most intimate. She let her body relax completely into his arms, feeling the slow trickle of his seed finally begin to slip out around his softening shaft.
Even then she didn’t want him to leave her. She gave the smallest grind back against him, chasing the fading stretch.
Eric kissed the side of her neck once more, then carefully pulled out. Serena made a soft, protesting sound at the sudden emptiness. His hand settled on the base of the plug, fingers curling around the fluffy tail.
“I want to see it,” he said quietly.
She whimpered, vulnerable, exposed, as he began to ease the plug free. The thickest part tugged against her rim. Her body shook with the slow, deliberate pull.
“Ohhhh…”
The sound left her in a long, shaky breath as the plug finally slipped free with a soft, wet pop.
Eric stared.
Her ass stayed open for a moment, a small, shiny gap that slowly fluttered and began to close. He watched, transfixed, as the stretched ring of muscle gradually tightened again until it was once more a perfect, tight little rosebud.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “It’s beautiful.”
His thumb brushed lightly over the sensitive skin. A dark, admiring smile curved his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re such a sexy little slut.”
Eric cleaned her gently with a warm cloth, then guided her to the wide bed. The bunny ears and heels were long gone; only the faint red marks on her hips and the lingering ache between her legs remained. He pulled the soft sheets over them both and drew her against his chest, one arm locked securely around her waist.
Serena rested her cheek over his heartbeat, fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. The city glittered far below the tall windows, distant and irrelevant. For the first time in days the enormous apartment didn’t feel empty.
“Stay the night,” she murmured.
Eric pressed a slow kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
They lay in comfortable silence for a while. The earlier filth still hummed under the surface, her body remembered every thrust, every tug of the plug, every filthy name he had called her, but the dominant feeling now was safety. Claimed. Wanted.
Eventually Serena’s breathing evened out into sleep. Eric stayed awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling, the memory of the strange man in the lobby still turning quietly at the back of his mind. Something about the voice. Something unfinished.
He tightened his arm around her and closed his eyes.
Outside, the legal machinery continued to grind forward. Inside the quiet luxury of her bedroom, none of it could touch them.
Not yet.
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