The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  When we got to our room, he pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair. I was expecting a kiss at the very least, but instead he seemed to be thinking about something.

  Finally, he stepped back, and held my arms in his hands.

  “This is our anniversary. I want to give you an anniversary experience you’ll never forget,” he said firmly.

  I looked at him, confused.

  “I want you to go over to the bedside chair, and bend over the arm.”

  What the . . . ! I just stared at him, couldn’t believe he’d just said it. At the same time, I felt so instantly turned on I could feel the dampness in my panties.

  Looking into his eyes, I could see just a hint of challenge. Gathering my courage, I walked slowly over to the chair. I looked at him apprehensively.

  He nodded. “That’s it. Go on. Bend over the arm. Right over.”

  I bent over in disbelief, feeling ridiculous, hearing the soft leather creak. I settled so that my face lay on the seat cushion, my arms by my head and my arse in the air.

  “Good girl.”

  I heard rather than saw him approach, and then felt him raise my skirt right up over my bottom to my waist. My breathing quickened as he took hold of my legs and pushed them wide apart. The high heels thrust my bottom high.

  Embarrassed, I could only imagine what a sight I must look and, feeling exposed, I went to stand up. Quicker than I had ever imagined, his hand clamped on the back of my neck, holding my head down. I cried out in astonishment.

  “Did I tell you you could get up?”

  “No”.

  “No, Sir.”

  “What? I—”

  Suddenly, his other hand came down with a resounding thwack onto my left buttock. I cried out, rearing up, but his other hand held me down easily.

  I gasped, breathing hard. My buttock stung and burned, before mellowing into a warm glow.

  “Now, then,” he said softly, stroking my hot bottom. “Will you accept my gift? Will you play?”

  I groaned, my thoughts in disarray. I was unbelievably turned on by this new, masterful Gregg. Even though I felt embarrassed, and – to be honest – a bit apprehensive, I was also more excited than I had ever been in my life. His hand on my neck and the slap on the bottom had shown me a whole different side to him, and I was loving what I was seeing – and feeling.

  What the hell. I was his wife, and we could play. I trusted him. There was nothing to lose.

  Taking a deep breath, I murmured, “I will.”

  He nodded, decisively. “You will . . .”

  I breathed. “I will, Sir.”

  He moved behind me, the width of his legs stretching mine open. I wondered if he was going to fuck me, just like that. I was hot, ready and waiting. But instead, he said, “I want to tie up your wrists.”

  The request shocked me. I’d never been tied up before, and the thought of it made me feel acutely vulnerable and distinctly nervous.

  “Y . . . Yes. Sir.”

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  With difficulty I put my hands behind me, leaving my head pressed firmly against the leather.

  I heard the rustle of cloth and then felt a slither of something silky against my wrists – his tie. And then they were bound firmly together and I was helpless with my arse in the air, my dress round my ears and my hands behind my back.

  He stepped away to admire his handiwork.

  “Nice,” he said appreciatively. “Stay there and don’t move.”

  With that he walked into the bathroom, leaving me there, exposed and alone. I could hear the sound of water running – was he taking a shower whilst I was stuck here, like this?

  I felt unbelievably naughty, wanton, lying helplessly at his pleasure, open and obedient to his will. I’d never suspected this dominant side of him, or this submissive side of me, but it was turning me on explosively. I squirmed, feeling my wetness, wanting to close my legs, rub against the warm leather of the chair, anything to give me some relief from the fizzing ache that was driving me crazy.

  The water stopped. My ears strained to hear him, but all was quiet. How could he leave me here, like this? Didn’t he know I was desperate?

  I kept my legs open with difficulty, but couldn’t help trying a few wriggling movements to ease the tension. They didn’t help – the leather was just too soft and cushioned and I couldn’t get any pressure, any friction.

  What seemed like ages later, I heard his footsteps. “I thought I told you not to move,” he said sternly.

  “I didn’t!”

  His hand slapped down on my bottom. I yelped. What was that for? Oh, shit. “I didn’t, Sir.”

  “Wrong.” His voice was low and menacing. “I saw you trying to rub yourself against the arm of the chair.”

  He’d been watching, all the time I’d been there? Damn!

  “I—”

  “Did you, or did you not, try to rub your pussy against the side of the chair?”

  “I . . . I did, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  My bottom flinched as I waited for the next blow, but instead he said, “You will be. Now, I want you to lift your head up and open your mouth wide.”

  Sagging with relief that I wasn’t going to be smacked again, I lifted my head up with difficulty as far as my neck would allow.

  Slowly, he prowled around the chair until he was in front of me. He grasped a handful of my hair and held my head back firmly.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I did so, and he gently inserted what felt like a rubber ball.

  “OK, you can relax your mouth,” he said, and then as I let my jaw slacken he took hold of ties fastened to the ball and tied them round the back of my head.

  My mouth was full of ball, and I couldn’t close it properly, though it wasn’t stretched widely enough to be uncomfortable.

  “All right, sweetheart?”

  I went to say yes, and suddenly realized I couldn’t speak. I stared at him helplessly. He grinned. “Nod if that’s a yes,” he said. I nodded slowly.

  “It’s called a ball gag,” he went on conversationally. “You look really hot with it in. Wait there.”

  Wait there? Where the hell did he think I was going to go, trussed up like this? He disappeared from view and I heard rustling.

  An overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over me as I realized that I couldn’t move my hands, or even speak. I clamped down a flutter of anxiety. Gregg was my husband. I trusted him. Really.

  To my relief, he appeared back in front of me. “I want you to see how hot you look,” he said softly. And he held up a hand mirror that he must have brought with him.

  The ball was soft pink rubber and I could see it protruding obscenely from my helpless mouth. Leather ties crossed each cheek and circled my head. I couldn’t help the lightning bolt of arousal that the intimidatingly sexy sight caused. I groaned.

  He laughed, and putting the mirror down, moved behind me.

  “Now then, what have we got here?”

  His hand stroked across my backside and I jumped. And then suddenly his hands parted my buttocks and, without warning, he bent down and I felt his tongue slide down the crack of my arse until it reached my rosebud. I flinched away. No one had ever touched me there before, and to feel a tongue there gave me a squirmy, hot sort of feeling.

  Quick as a flash, his hand slapped down hard on my arse. “Keep still!” he ordered.

  His big firm hands pulled me back and his tongue was against me again. This time it swirled around, flicking and licking and then, suddenly, it was burrowing in me. My head shot up and I cried out – a muffled groan – as I fought to get away.

  There was no chance. His hands clamped around my hips as his tongue invaded my arse, lapping and writhing. Embarrassed and helpless, I was forced to accept his salute. My muscles tensed as if to repel him, and I could feel them trembling with the strain of holding tight.

  Sensation piled on sensation as his warm, wet tongue danced forbidden circles around me. Finall
y, I could hold out no longer, and my arse relaxed, giving him full access. As he slithered inside, I felt a rush of moist heat, and suddenly I could smell, as well as feel, my arousal. Heat stormed through me, and my modesty was abandoned as electricity ricocheted from my arse to my pussy and back.

  My back arched as I groaned, my pussy desperate for the same stimulation my arse was enjoying. Briefly, I heard him laugh tauntingly, then a finger slid into my dripping pussy before withdrawing to swirl lightly around my clitoris. Bucking, my hips thrust against his elusive hand, desperately seeking friction, but instead he slid his slippery finger up my crack and into my arse.

  I screamed – or tried to, though the gag turned it into a muffled moan, as his finger slid smoothly back and forth. A sensation of fullness, of being stretched, churned through me; I thrust my hips lewdly, wanting more, more! At the same time, the probing pressure sent throbbing shafts of sensation through my pussy as it begged to be filled.

  Suddenly, his finger was withdrawn, and he yanked the tie from my wrists as he flipped me over onto my back. Arched over the arm of the chair, my head was thrown back into the seat and my hips were raised over the arm, my legs dangling down.

  “Open your legs,” he said harshly.

  Feeling exposed, I slowly opened them.

  “More,” he snapped, slapping his hand down hard and flat on my pussy.

  The meaty impact went straight through me in an arc of pure pleasure, and even as I slobbered and yelled behind the gag, I flung my legs open as wide as I could.

  “Right, pretty girl, what are we going to do now?” he said tauntingly, and then he looked away and I heard what sounded like a bag unzip.

  Turning back to me, he dropped to his knees to face my throbbing pussy. For a moment, I thought he was going to lick me, and involuntarily I groaned, thrusting my hips towards his face, yearning for relief.

  “Not yet, Little Miss Impatient,” he murmured, and reached up to tweak a nipple, hard. A current of pleasure-pain shot through me, and I writhed.

  “Settle down, now,” he said firmly, and then suddenly I felt his fingers on my pussy, covered in slippery lube. Despite my involuntary clenching, they slid down and into my arse easily, and lingered for a moment, massaging me inside. My stomach clenched as unfamiliar spasms of pleasure rolled through me. And then the fingers were removed, and he reached into his bag to pull out – a giant vibrator.

  I’d never seen anything like it. Black, veined, shaped like a huge cock, it had leather harness straps and silver metal studs. My eyes widened. What the hell was he going to do with that? Surely, he wouldn’t—

  Urgently, I tried to communicate, but the gag muffled the helpless cries, and Gregg just smiled and ruffled my hair.

  Arching my back, I tried to wriggle off the chair, but he caught my hips with ease and pulled me back into position.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he said firmly. “Tonight you’re going to get what’s coming to you, and you’re going to like it. Now, bend your knees so they’re up against your chest.”

  I stared at him, wide-eyed, then slowly raised my legs to my chest. Instinctively, I started to close them, but he shook his head. “Legs wide open,” he instructed.

  I brought them up to my chest, leaving my pussy exposed to his gaze.

  “Now, with your left hand, take hold of your left ankle.”

  With difficulty, I did as he said, and watched as he took a tie and fastened my wrist to my ankle.

  “Now the other.”

  Obediently, I did as he said, my mind racing. Once he’d tied me, I was wide open and he had the vibrator from hell by his side!

  My pussy flooded with excited heat, even as my mind freaked.

  “Now then,” he said softly, once I was bound, “this will be better for you if you relax.”

  Relax! How did he expect me to relax, knowing he was going to put that monster up my arse?

  He picked up the giant black dildo, and covered it with lube. “OK, baby, let’s find a home for this little thing.”

  Slowly, he nudged it against my rosebud. I panicked and shook my head wildly, and he stopped.

  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way you’re going to take it,” he said sternly. “What’s it to be? Are you going to be a good girl?”

  This was what you got if you were being a good girl? What the hell would you get for being a bad one? A spasm of forbidden excitement cramped my stomach.

  Slowly, I nodded.

  “No more of your nonsense,” he snapped, and pressed the huge rubber beast against me. Involuntarily, my arse contracted, but there was so much lube that resistance was futile, and it slid in without friction. I gasped as I felt the width of it – it wasn’t going to fit! It was too big! Too wide! Arching, I groaned.

  He must have guessed how I felt, because he said chidingly, “Silly girl. You’ll take it, you’ll see.”

  My breath came in rasping groans as he continued to steadily, relentlessly press the giant cock into me. I felt myself stretched to impossible length and width, as if my whole body was going to burst. My eyes panicked but still he smiled into them and carried on pressing, pressing.

  Just when I thought I could bear no more, he stopped and said softly, “There, I told you you could take it,” and he reached round for the leather harness, fastening it tightly around my groin and waist. It felt as if the monster was clamped rigidly inside me, and I shifted uneasily at the unfamiliar feel of leather rubbing between my legs.

  Helplessly I lay bound over the arm of the chair, frightened to move an inch in case the giant inside me moved. Then, suddenly, he scooped me up and carried me in his arms to the bed. I gave a muffled squeal as I felt the pressure inside me increase as my body bent, the sensation both scary and intensely exciting.

  Gently, he laid me on my back on the bed, with my wrists still tied to my ankles, pussy exposed to the cool air.

  “If you could see how you look, trussed up like that, open to me,” he muttered. “You’re so hot. Amazing.”

  Gently, he unfastened the gag and took it out of my mouth.

  “Shh,” he said softly as I went to speak. “Not a word. I just want to hear you when you come.”

  I felt myself melt beneath the heat of his gaze, and stared into his eyes as he knelt on the bed between my legs. Was he going to lick me, like this? With that in me? The thought was electrifying.

  Even as I considered it, he slowly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his fully engorged, throbbing cock. Gregg is not a small man, and a sudden alarming thought made me tremble.

  “No!” I cried out in alarm as he moved towards me. A hard look crossed his face.

  “No?” he said threateningly.

  I backtracked, fast. “I mean, no, Sir. Sir, it won’t fit. It’ll split me in two.” I whimpered. “It’s so tight already.”

  Shaking his head, he ran his fingers lightly down the middle of my body, between my breasts, over the sensitive skin of my stomach, down to my open, sopping pussy. I held my breath as the light, tickling sensation made me shiver. Then, suddenly, he slid two fingers inside me, at the same time firmly pressing his other hand over my public bone. Moaning, I felt him work his long fingers rhythmically in and out of me, while the force of his hand pressed his fingers tightly down against the thin membrane between my pussy and the giant black cock.

  “Is that nice, baby?”

  “Yes! Oh, yes! Please—”

  I mewled with despair as he slid his soaking fingers out of me, and thrust them deep into my mouth to clean. I lapped hungrily at them, tasting the musky scent of my passion.

  “No fingers for you today, baby,” he said roughly. “Today, you will take my cock.”

  I groaned, feeling my hot pussy pulse. I didn’t care if he split me in two. I didn’t care about anything. If only he would let me come!

  “Now then,” he said. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir, please . . .” Words tumbled out of my mouth as I begged for relief.

/>   “That’s better. Quieten down now. Remember what I said before.” Lightly he took hold of my nipples, and then with sudden force pulled them hard, spelling out “Not – a – word.” Lightning shot straight down into my pussy.

  “Aaah!”

  “Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Good. Now take your medicine like a good girl.”

  Leaning forward, I felt his rock-hard cock at my entrance, and then he was sliding tightly, deeply, into me. Gasping, I felt him squeezing against the vibrator, felt the pressure in my arse as it was forced against my back wall. I stretched my arms and legs as wide as I could, straining to accommodate the two massive members. Slowly, slowly he pushed in until he was up to the hilt.

  I felt his body brush against my sensitive clitoris, felt the lips stretched open and vulnerable, and then he began to move, slowly rubbing against me, moving deep within me. I gave a strangled groan as I felt the sensations shimmer, pain and pleasure coalescing, and felt myself start to unravel. Wildly, I pulled against the ties, feeling helpless and wide open, slave to his will.

  And then, suddenly, as the storm spiralled into a tornado, I spun out of control! I just wanted it, tight, hard, fast, I wanted to be ravaged, commanded and forced, to be ordered and made to take the incredible pain, the violent pleasure. Thrusting, I churned against him, heard him gasp and then, suddenly, he was slamming against me. For a moment, his hand reached between our legs, I felt a throb and then everything exploded as he switched the vibrator on and the sensation liquefied my insides.

  Desperately, I fought to close my legs, to contain the unimaginable torrents of feeling overwhelming me. As if from a distance, I heard him swear, the vibrations from the giant cock combining with the deep pulses in my pussy to send him crashing and flailing over the edge. Helplessly, I screamed and screamed, and his hard hands pinned my thrashing shoulders down, and then I was coming, coming, contracting hard around the giant black cock and my husband’s hard white one, my body arching and writhing as electricity flashed through my clitoris and deep inside in the biggest, wildest orgasm of my life.

  Afterwards, shell-shocked, he pulled the ties from my arms and I cautiously stretched out my body with a groan.