“Dave
is out of town for a week”, I pouted to my girlfriend Sherrie.
“Are you going to try to hook with an old boyfriend? I don’t that when Jeff is out of town.”
“Oh no” , I smiled. “We have an understanding.”
“What kind of understanding?” She asked.
“Dave can fuck whoever he wants. I can fuck whoever he says I can.”
“Well who does he say you can fuck?” My girlfriend demanded.
“We met Eric when we were in Atlanta at a nightclub. We had a 3some.
Eric’s cock is small compared to Dave’s and also for my taste. But he has a talented tongue. After he makes cum I reward him by letting him fuck me even though I don’t feel his cock. Dave has my pussy well
stretched. That’s why I started doing yoga.”
“Are you going to call Eric?” She asked.
“He’s in North Carolina this week. He’s a blue collar construction
worker. He has to go where the work takes him.”
“At least you can masturbate right?” My girlfriend smiled
“I’m not suppose to cum unless he gives me permission. One time I came without
asking and he spanked me cause I had been a bad girl.”
“So your to spend the week and not cum?”
“I didn’t say that’, I smiled. “I am planning a few surprises for Dave
when he gets home.”
“I thought he hated surprises”, my girlfriend remembered.
“Oh he does”, I smiled with a gleam in my eye. “He will probably
spank for me that as well.”
When Dave gets home…..
I heard the cab door slam and then saw Dave walking up the driveway. He was dressed his coat and tie due to a late meeting before catching his plane to come home.
I had a few surprises for him. And I knew he hated surprises. My pussy was getting wet thinking about the spanking I would get.
I heard the door open. .
“Jessi”, he called my name.
He walked into our living room and here I am waiting
He dropped his briefcase and grabbed me and passionately kissing me. Our tongues met each other’s and he held me
in his arms.
“Before you take me to bed and fuck me”, I told him.
“I have a few surprises for you.”
“You know I hate surprises”, he looked at me.
“I know”, I smiled. ‘”And I know I will get
a spanking for it. I have 2 surprises,
and I got you a gift.”
I took off my tee shirt, dropped it on the floor, to reveal that I got my both of my nipples pierced with small circular rings.
‘Ooh”; Dave was surprised. ‘What is the other
surprise?”
“This”, I smiled taking off my thong to reveal a tattoo of a heart above my pussy.”
Dave dropped to his to inspect my heart tattoo.
He flicked my clit with his tongue. I almost came immediately. Then he stood, took my hand and started pulling toward the bedroom.
Wait,” I said, my voice a little shaky but firm, pulling back against his insistent
tug. “I got you a gift.”
He stopped, a flicker of that familiar impatience crossing his face, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity. He raised an eyebrow. “A gift? You’ve already given me two new things to play with.”
“Three,” I corrected him with a sly smile. “This one is for you.”
I led him not to the bedroom, but to the living room coffee table. There it sat, the dark, heavy rectangle I’d spent weeks preparing. The matte black paper seemed to absorb the dim light of the room, the crimson ribbon a slash of vivid color against it. It looked serious. It looked permanent.
“The yoga has really been helping my ass getting tighter and the last time you spanked me, you said your hand started hurting.
So I got something to help that.”
He approached it slowly, his eyes moving from the box to me and back again. He ran a hand over the smooth, cool paper before his fingers found the crimson knot.
He didn’t rip it open. He untied it with deliberate, almost reverent movements, letting the wide satin ribbon slither to the table. The envelope with the “B”
seal he set aside, opening the box itself.
The lid lifted with a soft sigh of wood on wood, revealing the black velvet
interior and the rich scent of leather. His breath hitched. He saw the paddle first, lying there like a dark promise. His eyes widened, and a slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He ran a finger over its polished surface, tracingthe word “BEHAVE.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, the sound full of awe and hunger. Then he saw the collar. He picked it up, the black leather soft in his palm, the small metal ring catching the light. He looked from the collar to my newly pierced nipples and back again, the connection clicking into place in his mind. His gaze was molten.
Hesaw the bottle of oil, the mysterious silver key, each item adding another layer to his understanding, to his anticipation. Finally, he picked up the card at the bottom. He read it, and when he looked up at me, his eyes were blazing.
He didn’t say a word. He dropped the card back into the box, took my hand, andpulled me toward the bedroom. But this time, it was different. His grip was iron, his pace relentless. The playful passion from before was gone, replaced by a dark, commanding purpose.
He pushed me onto the bed and for a moment, just looked at me. Then he picked up the paddle he’d brought with him, testing its weight in his hand.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You are getting a spanking for the surprises.”
He paused, his eyes roaming over my body, from the rings on my nipples to the heart above my pussy.
“And then,” he continued, “we’re going to see how this new gift of yours feels against your skin. And I got you a gift too.”
“Ooh,”, I smiled. “Gimmme.”
Later,” he said,
his voice a low growl that left no room for argument. With that, he pushed me down on the bed. I didn’t fall; I was guided, his hands firm on my hips, arranging me exactly as he wanted. I ended up on all fours, my knees sinking into the duvet, my ass high in the air, presented to him like an offering.
The room was silent except for the sound of his belt buckle, a sharp metallic clink that made my breath catch. I heard the heavy rasp of his zipper, followed by the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor. His shirt joined it a moment later. I was getting wet just anticipating his cock entering me, the sheer animalistic reality of him undressing behind me, his eyes on my exposed body.
I felt the bed dip as he kneeled behind me. I braced myself, expecting the blunt, demanding pressure of his cock. Instead, I felt the cool, slick touch of his lotion-slicked middle finger as it circled the tight, forbidden ring of my ass. The sensation was electric, a jolt of surprise and pleasure that shot straight up my spine. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. He simply pressed, slowly, firmly, until my body yielded and his finger slid inside me, knuckle-deep.
I gasped, my head falling forward, my hair cascading over my face. It was an intimate, invasive, and utterly possessive act. He moved his finger slowly, in and out, a deliberate preparation that was both a promise and a threat. Each slow retreat and deep plunge sent a wave of heat through me, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
“Please,” Iwhimpered, the word torn from my throat.
His only response was a low, dark chuckle. He withdrew his finger, leaving me feeling suddenly empty and aching. I heard the click of the bottle of oil from the gift box, the one labeled “Focus.” Then, a new, cooler wetness was applied to my other, more neglected hole.
He was going to fuck my ass first.
The thought was a lightning strike of pure, unadulterated need. He was going to fuck my ass first. All those times he’d talked about it, all the fantasies we’d whispered in the dark, were about to become a brutal, glorious reality.
I felt the coolslickness of the “Focus” oil being drizzled directly onto my puckered entrance. It was colder than the lotion, a shocking liquid tease that made my muscles clench. His thumb began to circle my rim, spreading the oil, pressing gently, testing my resistance. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending focused on that single point of contact.
Then I felt the blunt, heavy head of his cock press against my thigh, smearing precum on my skin. It was a promise of what was to come, a weight and a heat that made my head spin.
He took himself in his hand and I felt him slide the slick head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, coating himself in the oil, teasing us both.
“Are you ready for your gift?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body.
I could only moan in response, pushing my hips back against him, an open invitation.
He positioned himself at my entrance. The pressure was immense, far more than his finger. It wasn’t just a physical pressure; it was a psychological one, a final barrier about to be breached. He pushed forward slowly, relentlessly. My body resisted, a tight,
burning ring of muscle fighting the intrusion. I whimpered into the duvet, my hands clenching the sheets.
“Shhh,” he commanded, one hand coming to rest on the small of my back, holding me still. “Relax and take it.”
He pushed again, harder this time, and with a sudden, sharp sting, the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle and slid inside. I cried out, a mix of pain and profound pleasure. It was a fullness unlike anything I had ever felt, an
intense, stretching burn that was already melting into a deep, throbbing heat.
He didn’t move for a long moment, letting me adjust to his size. Then, he began to move. He pulled back slowly, almost withdrawing completely, before plunging back in, deeper
this time. His rhythm was slow, deliberate, and punishing. Each thrust sent a shockwave through me, pushing my face into the bed. I was completely at his mercy, pinned and impaled on his cock.
The burn faded, replaced by a raw, primal pleasure that built with every deep stroke. My neglected clit was throbbing, my pussy dripping onto the sheets. I was being used, claimed, and I had never felt more powerful.
His rhythm began to quicken, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a filthy, beautiful rhythm. His hand left my back and tangled in my hair, pulling my head back.
“Look at you,” he grunted, his voice strained with lust. “Taking my cock in your tight little ass. Such a good His words were the final trigger.
The coil of pleasure in my belly snapped, and I came with a silent scream, my entire body convulsing, my ass clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
He rode me through my orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip on my hair tightening. With a final, brutal
thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and I felt him explode, hot spurts of his cum filling my ass, marking me as his from the inside.
We collapsed onto the bed, his body
covering mine, his cock still twitching inside me. We were both breathing heavily, slick with sweat and oil and cum. He kissed my shoulder, a soft, tender gesture that was in stark contrast to the brutal fucking he had just given me.
“Next time,” he whispered
in my ear, “I’m using the paddle.”
We lay there in a tangled, sweaty
heap, his weight a comforting anchor on my back. His cock softened inside me, and for a moment, I felt a profound sense of loss as the deep, full pressure began to fade. He slowly pulled out, and I couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped my lips. I felt the immediate, warm trickle of his cum begin to leakvfrom my stretched ass, a physical reminder of our joining.
He rolled off me, but his hand
remained on the small of my back. I heard the soft click of him picking
something up from the nightstand. I turned my head to see him holding a small,
gleaming object. It was a silver butt plug, its body a smooth, heavy-looking metal, flaring out to a T-shaped base at the end. It was beautiful, almost like a piece of jewelry.
“My gift to you,” he said,
his voice a low, possessive rumble.
He moved back behind me, and I felt
the cool, hard tip of the plug press against my sensitive, well-used entrance. It was a shock after the heat of his body. He pushed it in gently, and my body, already pliant and open, accepted it easily. He slid it all the way in until the flared base rested snugly against my cheeks. It felt… perfect. It was a cool, solid weight, a promise that sealed me shut.
“This is so my cum will not leak out,” he said, his voice thick with a dark, intimate satisfaction as he gave the base a gentle pat. “And this will give your body a chance to absorb my cum, and we will become one.”
The words were primal, possessive, and so intensely erotic that a fresh wave of arousal washed over me. The idea
of it—of his essence being absorbed into me, of us literally becoming a part of each other—was the most powerful thing I had ever heard. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was claiming me on a cellular level.
I lay there on my stomach, the cool, heavy weight of the plug a constant, thrilling presence inside me. It was atangible symbol of his ownership, a lock that held his gift inside me. I was full of him, sealed by him, and utterly, completely his.
The End
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