“Fuck that feels good” I groaned into the sheets. I loved a good massage and she’d definitely delivered. My body had ached from a busy week working in construction away from home.
I knew she missed me when I saw her at the airport, a denim mini skirt barely covering her stockings, her breasts poking out the top of her singlet. She’d tossed me the keys and told me I was driving and had my cock in her mouth moments after pulling away from the car park’s security barrier arm.
I’d managed to last until we were a couple of minutes away from the house before I finally filled her mouth, trying my best not to crash as she greedily sucked each drop down.
I’d feasted on her the moment we were inside, hiking her onto the dining table and spreading her legs. Unsurprisingly, she was completely void of panties and already wet. Within minutes I had her clamping down on my fingers as I plastered her clit with my tongue.
After a nice dinner and catch up, we showered together and she dragged me into the bedroom, setting up some towels and laying me down to give me a nice relaxing massage.
Our bodies melded as warm oil formed a thin barrier between us, her hands working the aching muscles in my neck, arms and legs before she stripped off, coating both of us with oil and sliding her body up and down mine in an intimate grind.
It felt fantastic and I relaxed and let her rub herself all over me, working me to a froth. I could feel the exposed heat between her legs as I craved rolling over so she could touch my now throbbing dick.
She ran her hands along my arms, linking into my finger from behind while her stiff nippled breasts snuggled into my back. She kissed my left earlobe, sending shivers up my spine and I enjoyed the comfort of her weight pinning me to the bed.
“It arrived” she whispered into my ear, barely audible.
“Huh?” I grunted, taken out of the moment and slightly confused, my relaxed comfort leaving me ill prepared for processing any information.
“IT…. Arrived…” she said a little more forcefully.
I gulped, suddenly nervous. She felt my tension.
“It’s up to you… but would you like to try?” She whispered coarsely. “I know I would…”
I paused for a second before nodding, my eyes still closed. I felt her weight shift and her hand slide up the inside of my thighs, gently parting my cheeks.
I nodded and her finger began teasing my tight hole, well lubricated from the massage oils.
“Go to the main bathroom and have a shower. I’ve left somethings there to help you get ready and clean….”
When I returned to the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar and I I felt nervous so knocked before entering. The room flickered with candlelight and my erection preceded me.
She sat on the small couch on the opposite side of the room, a black corset now hugging her size 10 curvaceous figure. Her face was framed by shoulder length brown hair and her hazel eyes sparkled.
She parted her legs slightly to reveal it, a thin 7 inch phallus strapped to her with a black leather harness. It’s bright red jelly stood up, thin and proud and I knew from our research together that it locked into the harness and did a right angle, sliding up into her pussy with a small bulb to help hold it, assisted by the harness, in place.
“Damn you look sexy” I said, my voice stammering as I slowly, cautiously, approached her, not quite sure what to do. She picked up on my uncertainty, leading the dance.
“Thanks…. come closer” she smiled, waving me closer and guiding me between her legs, parting them as I knelt before her. “Good boy…. Now suck my ladycock…”
I gulped, shocked at her forwardness. She seemed to have an alpha aura about her that reassured me, guided me as to what she wanted. Without hesitation, I leaned forward, licking the rubbery material.
It was slightly sticky and tasted plastic, the feeling and texture unnatural in my mouth but her encouraging little moans egged me on. Each stroke I took her slightly deeper and deeper and it made me crave her more, her fingers running through the back of my hair and her hips pressing up towards my face with each stroke. I wanted to make her proud.
I failed, gagging slightly as the tip of the dildo caught in the back of my throat. I slipped off her, cheeks burning red as she let out a little giggle.
“Not bad for first time!” She said proudly. “Let me show you how to do it”
Leading me over to the bed, she sat me on the edge, kneeling between my legs. My cock was aching at the sight of the dildo moving with her strides and I was nervous, yet excited. Her warm mouth quickly enveloped my length and after several strokes she had taken all 8 swollen inches down her throat, leaving my length throbbing and glistening with her spittle.
She lowered down, licking, slurping and suckling at my swollen balls as i writhed in pleasure. Her tongue dropped lower, flicking back and forth over my taint as she lifted my legs up slightly, swirling her active tongue around my tight virgin ass. I cried out in ecstasy as she licked and rimmed my sensitive hole.
“Mmm you like that, don’t you?” She asked, reaching for a small bottle of lube, dribbling it on her fingers and the smearing the cool fluid all over my puckering hole. “Makes you want more huh?”
I could barley even nod before she gently pressed forward, her finger sliding into my willing hole. At first I gasped and she urged me to relax, patiently, gently swirling her well lubricated digit around the sensitive nerve endings in my sphincter as it naturally calmed to her movements before she slid a little deeper and repeated the process until fully inside me. I let a deep guttural moan from my mouth as she withdrew most of her finger, applying more lube before sliding it back in again slowly.
“You are doing so well” she said encouragingly, her finger now freely sliding in and out of me. It felt so good and intimate, my body adjusting to we soft invasion until i craved more. As if reading my thoughts, I felt a second finger probing at my entrance.
I winced slightly as my ass adjusted, but with more lube, more pressure and a patient, kind and careful lover, I soon stretched to allow the additional width. In no time I was adjusted and taking her fingers, frothing over the building sensation as she gently teased me open.
I gasped as she withdrew, disappointed. She gathered more lube and rubbed it all over her rubber cock.
“Scooch up the bed” she said with a smirk. I gulped, following her instruction, positioning my head on some soft pillows as my legs parted naturally for her. She leant over me, kissing me deeply. “I love you”
“I love you more” I whispered, feeling the tip of her at my entrance. She kissed me again and I felt her push her hips forward, bracing myself as she entered me.
“Ooohhh” I groaned as she kissed my neck. “That’s so fucking good”
She was slow and gentle, small strokes pushing me each time slightly deeper, never too far or fast. I was lost in a hypnotic world, my cock as hard as it had ever been, but barley touched.
I let out a deep, satisfying groan as I felt her bottom out the strap on, feeling her shudder as it rubbed inside her.
“I’m so proud of you baby” she whispered affectionately into my ear.
“Thank you lover” I whispered, trying to keep it together. “Thank you for taking my virginity”
She giggled as she drew back, then slid back inside me once more. She was slow and careful not to push me too fast, allowing me time to explore the building pleasure and new sensations, yet continuing to gently push further and slightly faster in slow, incremental steps with each stroke.
Her little grunts and groans in my ear only amplified my desires, knowing she was getting off on fucking me was a thrill. I dug my heels into her ass, pushing her for more and I felt her slowly removing her reservations, her pace quickening, as did her enthusiasm.
“Fuck that feels good” she gasped, surprised, as she ground into me. After a few more strokes it almost caught her off guard, a mixture of surprise and pleasure bleeding into her hoarse whispers.
“Fuck….” She gasped, confusion in her voice.
“Oh my…” she continued, her body raising slightly off mine, confusion passing to an undeniable acceptance. Her face went though a range of emotions, before her instincts took over.
Her hands found the back of my knees, pressing them apart as her hips moved from a gentle grinding motion, to an intense, powerful fucking motion.
“Holy shit…!!!” She squealed as her body went into overdrive, bucking wildly as she fucked me, crying out with one last passionate stroke before sliding from me, panting as she collapsed over my body.
I felt her heart beating against me as she slowly returned to our dimension, her fingers gently massaging my chest hair. She took a deep breath, not a sigh, no. Almost as an awakening.
“Well that was…. unexpectedly pleasurable…” she giggled.
“Yesssss” I groaned in agreement! “I can’t believe you came before me! That was incredible, and so sexy!”
“Was?” She looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Why are you talking like that?”
“What…. what do you mean?” I asked, genuinely confused.
Her hand dropped to her crotch, rubbing her cock almost naturally and applying more lube. There was that alpha mentality again, a dominance I’d never seen before and it was overwhelmingly sexy. She stood off the edge of the bed, using her hands to pull me, a ruthless tone in her voice.
“What I mean…” she growled. “Is that unlike your cock, mine doesn’t get soft after I come. So… bend over boyfriend!”
She let out a giggle, a noise that would haunt me for years to come. There was humiliating tone, knowing she had me right where she wanted me, toying with my exposed vulnerability. This was only enhanced as I felt the tip of the dildo at my entranceway.
“Or should I say…” she whispered horsely, before driving her hips forward and sliding inside me. “…bend over, BITCH”
“Oh god” I groaned in a whimper, not of pain, but of absolute pleasure. It felt so different, so overwhelming and exhilarating. It wasn’t just the pure, physical feeling, which to be fair was mind blowing, but also the emotional and psychological sensations that came with being bent over and fucked.
And I was being fucked. We weren’t having sex, I was being fucked. Fucked in the ass. And I was loving it.
It was perfect, the texture and the size of the dildo was smooth and hit me in just the right spot with just the right pressure, each stroke eliciting a primal and unconsciously instinctive as she rubbed my g spot.
I posted up on my left arm, my right hand moving down to stroke my rock hard cock.
I winced, the pain and shock registering before the sound of her hand across my ass cheek reached my ears. I looked back at her in confusion and was met with a second blow on my other cheek.
“Did I say you could do that?” She growled. “Did I say you could stroke that tiny little cock of yours?”
The humiliation hit me just as hard as the rubber cock up my ass, yet somehow I seemed to love it even more. I reluctantly stopped stroking myself, bracing myself with both arms on the bed as I felt her hands return to my hips, pulling her back against me harder and harder.
I found my instincts taking over, pushing back against each stroke in a hypnotising rhythm. I became so lost in the moment, i hadn’t realised she had stopped humping me, looking back over my shoulder as she giggled, my own movements causing the sensational joy.
“Look at you go” she sniggered playfully. “Fucking little beta slut!”
I didn’t care because I knew in that moment she was right, throwing myself back and forth, her moans on the extremities of each stroke giving away her true feelings. Her hand found my asscheeks once again and I groaned, giving me several powerful strokes before she pushed me face first into the bed.
I waited, staring into the darkness, bracing myself for her to mount me, yet it never came. When I finally looked back, she was standing off the edge of the bed, lubing up, placing a pillow by the edge.
“Come here” came her instruction, and I didn’t hesitate. She turned me facing the bed, bending me over but this time my feet stayed on the ground, chest resting in the pillow.
I groaned as she slid inside me once again, my cock rigid and my body on fire. She ran her fingers though my hair, tugging gently at the roots so my head tilted upwards. I could see why she had changed positions, the mirror on the other wall giving nowhere for me to hide.
“Look at me while I fuck you” she instructed, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked outstanding, a focused and firm look on her face as she thrusted away, her panting becoming more laboured with each stroke.
I felt her building, hypnotised by the rhythm of her movements, the black lace of her corset amplifying her dominance. She adjusted, lifting her right leg up onto the bed so she could get a better angle, her cock striking me perfectly.
I felt her energy building, her moans in time with each movement. It was a slow, but relentless build up, sweat pouring from our bodies. I felt her reach the point of no return, her nails digging into the flesh of my back and hips, holding me in place as her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Oh shit…” she hissed on an inward breath, before her body gave a sharp twitch and paused. She then cried out uncontrollably in tongues not of this earth, her body pulsing and exploding as wave after wave of powerful, climactic pleasure riffled through every nerve in her body until she collapsed beside me, gasping.
I allowed her a few minutes to recover, feeling the tension leave both our bodies as we relaxed. Finally she opened her eyes, smiling, all dominance and disrespect gone, just my wife, pure love.
I felt her discomfort, her twitching, her near exhaustion.
“Are you okay my love?” Is asked.
“This corset is just a bit uncomfortable.. and it’s hard to breathe” she whispered.
Helping her out of it, I watched in awe as she lay back onto the bed, her cock pointing straight up, a smile on her face.
“I’m so proud of you” she smiled. “You took it like a champ! There is only one thing left to do….”
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
“I want you to come as I fuck you in the arse…” she said, a sweet affection in her voice, the love apparent unlike earlier in the evening. “Come… come ride me”
I slowly slid up, my legs parting and positioning myself over her cock. She gripped the base as I hovered and then lowered myself onto her.
I let out a deep, primal, guttural moan, a smile of satisfaction and encouragement spreading across my loves face. I felt instantly encouraged and accepted, loved that we were exploring this new alley together.
I began slow, unsteady movements. They were unfamiliar to me, more of a grind than a rise and fall that my body craved. She seemed to know straight away, whispering simple words of advice.
“Lean back a little bit baby” she said. I nodded, shifting my weight back slightly. My hands moved down to the bed, either side of her knees as my movements changed to a more up and down motion.
I let out an uncontrolled groan of pleasure, the top of the dildo sliding up and down my prostate as I moved.
“That’s it” she squealed with gleeful encouragement, gripping the base of my trunk with one hand. “Holy shit you are hard!”
I couldn’t even respond, trying but only swallowing deeply and licking my lips. I could almost see the desperation in my own face, the pleasure rooted deep within me.
Her movements started slowly, tugging back and forth along the root of my trunk, slowly moving to a slow, well lubricated slide, matching the pattern of my slow developing ride. Precum oozed from my tip and she carefully avoided my throbbing purple head, knowing if she so much as touched it I would explode.
It wasn’t a torturous withholding, more making sure the mixture of pleasures had time to blend and develop, wanting the cake to fully bake before pulling it out of the oven. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, 1% more than the previous as I rapidly built into an intolerable frothing mess.
I felt the spark of orgasm light, not in my balls or my cock, but deep within my soul. She seemed to read it too, strokes fully developing to an enthusiastic pump as a second hand gripped at my swollen balls adding yet another dimension to the equation.
The spark rapidly developed, blasting my mind and body into overdrive. I felt wave after wave expanding in colourful geometric patterns fanning from within me before my balls tightened. I felt the first rope of hot cum splurge from my cock, splurting from the tip onto her toned stomach and firm tits.
The last thing I saw was her face, an excited smile strewn across it before I blasted off like a sci fi spacecraft jumping into hyperspace. Each cell of my body exploded as I ascended into a higher astroplane.
By the time I came too, I was on my side beside and cuddled on top of her, a thick and sticky layer of cum sandwiched between us, her fingers affectionately stroking my back.
“That was… incredible” she hummed, deep in thought. “To be honest, I wanted to try it because I knew you were into it… but that was probably one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life”
“Me too” I nodded in agreement. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I really love you.”
She kissed the brow of my sweaty head affectionately.
“I really love you too”
