Kana closed her eyes and leaned her head back, savoring the feeling.
"This is what Otis would have done to me," she thought.
"He would have pressed his body against mine, rubbing his cock against my wet pussy.
He would have teased me, making me wait for it."
"And then," she continued.
"When I was begging for it, he would have plunged his thick cock deep inside me, filling me up like never before."
Kana opened her eyes and looked at the wine bottle.
"I wish you were him," she said to the bottle.
"I wish you were his cock."
Kana's hands were shaking as she
moved the bottle away from her breasts and set it down on the desk. She leaned forward, her hands on the edge of the desk, her ass sticking out behind her.
"You can't be him," she said, staring at the bottle.
"But you can be something better."
"You can be inside me," she whispered, a smile creeping across her face.
She looked back over her shoulder, checking her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smeared.
But the look on her face was pure lust.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of desire as she turned her head back towards the desk.
"Come here," she whispered to the bottle, her voice barely audible.
She took the bottle in her hand and lifted it off the desk.
Her heart was racing, and her breathing was ragged.
She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she didn't care.
She needed this.
She needed to feel him inside her.
Even if it was just a bottle.
She carried the bottle to her bed, her steps light and quick.
She knelt on the edge of the bed, facing the bottle.
Kana reached out and traced her finger along the glass, imagining it was his body.
"Are you ready?" she asked the bottle.
"Are you ready to fuck me?"
There was no response.
Kana smiled.
"That's right," she said.
"No one's ever fucked me before, and no one will ever fuck me like you will."
She took the bottle by the neck and held it in front of her, her eyes fixed on the thick base.
"I'm going to put you inside me," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"And I'm going to ride you like a fucking stallion."
She took a deep breath, and then she raised it to her mouth, her tongue circling the end before pushing it in.
The glass was cool and smooth, and she could taste the lingering traces of the wine.
She began to lick and suck the bottle like it was a real cock while her hand slipped past the waistband of her panties and found its way between her legs.
Over the soft triangle of hair, her fingers moved. Down past her throbbing clit, her wet lips, and into the warm, slick heat of her pussy.
She pushed the bottle deeper into her mouth, gagging on it slightly as she did, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the pleasure that was building inside her. Her fingers slid deep into her pussy, curling up inside her, finding that sweet spot that sent jolts of electricity through her body.
She moaned as the pleasure intensified, her head bobbing on the wine bottle as she worked it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue, slick with saliva, ran along the underside of the bottle, adding to the sensations that were coursing through her.
The cool glass felt heavenly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she continued to pleasure herself. She was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure that was building inside of her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. But as the pleasure continued to build, she began to feel restricted by her panties. They were too tight and constricting, and she needed more freedom to truly let go. So she set the bottle down and, with her thumbs, slid it to the floor. The soaked crotch stuck to her for a moment, then came free, a long, thick string of her juice trailing behind.
Two of her fingers spread the folds of her pussy apart, revealing the slick pink inner flesh. Her other hand grabbed the bottle again, but instead of her mouth, her wet pussy was the target.
Kana pressed the bottom of the bottle against her opening and then pushed. The thick, round neck of the bottle slid inside her easily, filling her up.
"Oh god, yes," she moaned. "That's what I need."
She moaned loudly as she did, then bit her lip and took a deep, shaky breath.
"Fuck," she hissed eventually. She started to thrust in a quick, rhythmic motion, feeling the wine inside stretch her open.
Kana closed her eyes and leaned forward, letting her upper body rest against the cool wood of the desk.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me, Otis."
Her words were punctuated with sharp, gasping breaths and the wet, slapping sounds of the wine bottle sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
"That's right," she panted, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Just like that. Just like that, baby."
Over and over, the bottle moved in and out of her. With each stroke, the tension in her body tightened more and more. She was getting close to the edge. Her pussy throbbed and tingled.
"Yes, that's it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she cried out.
Wine was sloshing from the bottle with her thrusts, splashing up inside her already drenched pussy. She was holding the bottle with one hand, using her free arm to rub her clitoris as she fucked herself.
She could feel her orgasm building. She could feel it just out of reach, waiting for her to grab hold.
She wanted it.
No, she needed it.
Looking into her en suite, she knew what she should do.
Rising from the bed, naked and wet, she made her way into the bathroom and winced a little on the cold tiles. She skipped over them to the toilet. Closing the lid, she swung her leg over the white seat so that she straddled it. This opened her pussy a little, and she felt her lips grasp for each other as the moisture held them together but her motion spread them. She could smell the scent of her arousal and could feel the wetness seeping from her.
Her hands were shaking slightly as she reached down and placed the wine bottle on the closed toilet seat.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the thick, cold glass. She bit her lip, letting out a low moan as the wine bottle stretched her opening.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her head falling back.
It was cool against her overheated flesh, and she could feel the ridges of the label pressing into her skin.
She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, and then slowly began to move. She lifted herself up and down on the bottle, sliding her pussy along the cool glass.
"God, yes," she moaned. "So fucking good."
The sound of her juices sliding against the bottle was obscenely loud, and she could feel it all over her ass and thighs. She didn't care, though. She didn't care about anything other than the pleasure that was building inside her.
Her hands moved from the seat to the back of the toilet, her fingers gripping the edge as she continued to ride the bottle.
"Fuck, yes, fuck me," she groaned, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Fuck my dirty little cunt!"
The words slipped from her lips without conscious thought. It didn't matter, though. She didn't care who heard her. All she cared about was the sweet release that was building within her.
"Oh, God, yes!"
She could feel her orgasm approaching, and she began to ride the bottle faster, her pussy clenching around it.
Her breathing was coming in short, desperate gasps now, and she could feel the pressure mounting within her.
"Fuck, it's so close!" she whispered to herself. That warm rush was spreading to her whole body. It felt indescribably good.
She pushed down harder, her body quivering as she fucked the bottle with wild abandon.
"Come on, come on, come on," she pleaded with herself, her voice a raspy, urgent whisper.
"Just a little more."
The bottle was slick with her juices now, and the sound of it sliding in and out of her was driving her mad.
She could feel her orgasm, just out of reach, taunting her.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.
"Please, please, please!"
With one final, desperate thrust, she felt the bottle slide deep inside her, and her orgasm exploded within her.
She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
Her pussy spasmed around the bottle, squeezing it tightly, and her juices flowed freely.
She could feel the liquid coating her thighs and ass, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything else.
Her head was spinning, and she could barely catch her breath. The orgasm had been intense, almost too intense, and she felt as if she were floating.
"Wow," she breathed, her voice shaky. "That was... incredible."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and slowly rose from the bottle. Her pussy ached a little, but it was a good ache. It was a satisfying ache.
"I can't believe I just did that," she whispered to herself.
She flushed the toilet and put the bottle in the sink to clean up later.
She was a little embarrassed by her actions, but at the same time, she felt a sense of pride.
"I am a naughty girl," she said, laughing to herself.
"A very naughty girl."
After a few moments, her laughter faded, and a small frown appeared on her face.
"But I'll never get to be Otis's naughty girl."
"Oh, Otis," she whispered. "I wish you were here. I wish you could have seen me like this. I wish you could have felt my pussy tighten around you. I wish you could have been inside me."
"I'm so sorry, Otis," she said, her voice breaking.
"I'm so sorry that I ruined everything."
She let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
"What's done is done," she said, resigned to her fate.
"All I can do now is try to know first if Otis hates me or not."
And with that, she got up and headed to her bedroom.
"Yes, let's meet up with him at the school and ask if he hates me or not," she said, as a new spark of hope flashed in her eyes. "I hope he can forgive me."," she said, as a new spark of hope flashed in her eyes.