She reached back, cringing as she gripped her burning cheeks and parted them.
She smelled something like coconut and then Joel began massaging oil all around her anus.She didn’t want him to touch her there, and yet she found herself moaning and pressing back wantonly.
“I’m a...virgin back there,” she said, clearing her throat.
He increased the pressure on the massage, breaching her hole and rubbing all around the inside.
She moaned again.
“I’m so glad, Rissa Roo.I want to be the first to take your tight little ass.I will teach you how to please your Daddy.”
She squealed, her anus and pussy clenching down in a shudder of excitement, despite the resistance from her brain at the thought of anal sex.
“And after your enema, you’ll be nice and clean inside, so Daddy can do whatever he wants with his baby girl’s pretty bottom.”
She moaned again, feeling lightheaded.
He removed his finger, which she found disappointing, but he replaced it with the thin plastic nozzle for the enema.It didn’t hurt and when he didn’t move it, she hardly felt it at all.She wondered what it would be like if the nozzle had been a little wider around.
Suddenly a warmth began to fill her bowels.“Ahh,” she cried in alarm.
“Just relax, baby girl,” Joel said in a soothing voice.“You’ll need to hold this for at least twelve minutes.”
“Oh my God,” she cried in panic, feeling like she had to get up and run to the bathroom.
“Are you full?I’ll stop the flow,” he said.
The sense of urgency remained, even after he had clamped the tube.
“I have to go,” she wailed.
“Shh, relax.The need will pass after a few moments.”
She didn’t believe him.She had to go, and she had to go right then.But for some bizarre reason, she didn’t want to disappoint Joel by proving him wrong.He seemed to think she could do this.
She focused on her breathing, then starting silently reciting lines from the script to distract herself.After a while, she realized he’d been right, the urgency had passed.She sighed and laid her head in her arms.
Marissa looked so damnedhot folded over the pillows with the enema tube coming out of her thoroughly reddened ass.
He set a timer on his phone and placed it by her, in case she wanted to keep track of the time herself.She didn’t emerge from the pillow she’d pulled over her head.Adorable.The fragility of her emotional state concerned him, though.He wanted to reassure her and win her trust so she could really let go and be his baby girl.
She lasted eight minutes, and then her feet began twitching against one another.“Daddy,” she said, her voice rising in pitch on the last syllable.“I, um...Daddy?I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Okay, baby girl,” he said, slipping the insertion rod out of her ass.“You may go potty.”
She rolled off the bed, moving carefully, as if afraid she might explode.Her little buns squeezed together, giving her a duck-walk as she rushed for the bathroom with a single-minded focus.
He stood in the doorway watching, his arms folded.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, “do you have to watch?”
“You’re lucky I’m not into diapers or the kind of daddy who insists on taking you to the potty myself and wiping your ass.”
She dropped her face into her hands, but giggled.The muffled words, “this is so embarrassing,” reached him.
He grinned.
She wiped and flushed, standing up.“Okay, all done.”
