by Gwen Masters
“Rebecca,” he began, but she cut his words off with her own.
“You’re my fuck toy tonight,” she said. “I’m going to do anything I want to do to you, and if that includes blindfolding you then that’s my choice. You have no say in the matter.”
He lay on the bed, a little stunned by her words but so turned on he wasn’t about to argue. He shifted his hips on the bed, the weight of his cock moving with them, and he let out a long sigh of relief as Rebecca wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him.
“Yes,” he murmured, and then her hand went away. The next thing he felt was the stretching of rubber over his dick, pressing against his balls—the cock ring. Rebecca made it snug on his dick and then stroked him some more, until the throbbing was almost painful.
Rebecca stood back and looked at him. He had no idea how handsome he was there on the bed, with his cock straight up in the air and his hands tied above his head. She considered getting her camera but quickly decided against it. Right now, she had other things in mind.
She pulled the vibrator out of the box and turned it on. Sitting back on the foot of the bed, she started with his feet. The vibrator made him jerk and squirm, but he did an admirable job of holding still. She ran it up his legs, over his hips, down the inside of his thighs. She barely touched his dick with it before she went up to his chest and played with his nipples until they were as hard as hers. Then she turned it off and held it above him, pressed the tip to his lips, and demanded: “Suck.”
To her surprise, Richard immediately opened his mouth and sucked in the tip of the vibrator. She thrust it gently in and out. “Have you ever sucked on a dick?” she asked.
He shook his head. No.
“Have you ever wanted to?”
The shake of his head was slower this time, but the answer was the same.
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
He shook his head again.
“Ever wanted one?”
His nod was vigorous and made her smile. She was enjoying her interrogation.
“Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”
Yes.
“Has a woman ever fucked you in the ass?”
No.
“Have you ever wanted a woman to fuck you in the ass?”
He hesitated, and Rebecca smiled.
“What if I said I wanted to fuck you with this?” she asked.
Richard slowly nodded.
“You would let me fuck your ass?”
He nodded again. She took the vibrator away.
“Why?”
“Because you can do whatever you want to do to me.”
“Would you like it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Does it scare you?”
“Yes.”
“Does it turn you on?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes.”
She sat beside him for a moment, studying his face, letting him wonder what was coming next. She knew the images in his mind would drive him crazier than her words would, and she gave him ample time to fuck with his own head. She pressed the vibrator to the centre of his chest and turned it on. He jerked like he had touched electrical current.
Rebecca smiled as she slid the vibrator down his body. When she reached his dick she carefully let the tip of the vibrator brush over the sensitive skin, and was rewarded with his loud groan. She reached into the toy box and found a bottle of lube. She didn’t bother to hide the squirting sounds as she covered the tip of the vibrator with the liquid.
“Spread your legs.”
Richard’s whole body rebelled for a moment, and he was tempted to call the whole thing off. No woman had ever done that, and it wasn’t something he had ever imagined he would do. Now that Rebecca wanted to do it—no, seemed determined to do it—he was a little turned on, a little uncertain, and more than a little scared.
“Will it hurt?” he asked.
Rebecca gently pushed his legs apart. After a moment he stopped fighting and let her push them open even farther. “If you want to stop, we will.”
“Okay.”
His show of trust turned her on more than anything else had, and she was very tempted to take her own pleasure at the same time as she was giving him his. But the thought of what kind of reward she had planned for this little adventure was enough to keep her hands away from her throbbing clit.
She squirted lube into her hand and rubbed it under his balls. The closer she got to the rosebud of his ass, the tenser he became. She encouraged him to relax, and kept rubbing until she needed more lube. This time Richard took a deep breath and forced his body to relent, made himself accept what she was doing. As soon as he did, the pressure of her hand became more and more pleasurable, and he found himself opening his legs wider for her.
Rebecca looked up at his face, and then remembered she couldn’t see his eyes. She put more lube on her hand and ran it generously across his ass, then slowly pushed one finger against the tightness. She was surprised when he opened under the pressure and accepted her finger, sucking it in almost to the knuckle. She twisted it around and when she did, Richard let out an animal groan and thrust his hips up to her.
“More,” he whispered. “More, please, more.”
He had never felt anything like this, but he found that he really did like it, and his request for more wasn’t just to please her. Suddenly he wanted to do all the things she wanted to do—he wanted to know what it felt like to do those things he had never really contemplated before.
Rebecca pushed a second finger against his ass. It stung a bit when it slid in but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure, and he wasn’t about to tell her to stop.
Rebecca moved those two fingers in his tight passage, sometimes fucking him with them, sometimes twirling them in circles. She slowly spread her fingers, stretching him for the vibrator, and when she thought he was ready she slipped her fingers out of him. Richard protested immediately, and that made her smile.
“You want this dick. Don’t you?”
Richard nodded, far beyond playing coy. “Yes.”
“You want me to fuck that ass.”
“Yes, please…”
“You want to know how it feels to have a cock in there, don’t you?”
“Yes. Your cock, Rebecca. Yours.”
She pressed the vibrator to the tiny hole. Richard bucked his hips as she started to press it inside. She watched in amazement as the vibrator slipped farther and farther in, until it was filling him and his ass was tight around the smooth metal rod.
“Fuck me,” he gasped out, and she realised how turned on he was. She pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it back in, faster this time, and Richard pushed towards her, meeting it with his own thrust. Rebecca watched as he moved slowly up and down on the metal dick, marvelling at how she could stumble upon a man who was so open to trying new things. She pushed it in harder, thrusting as if it really were a dick that wanted to come, and Richard responded with a cry of pleasure.
Richard felt almost outside himself. Was that really him, lying in his own bed and taking a fuck up the ass? He wasn’t just taking it, he was encouraging it, sliding up and down on the hard cock she had shoved into him. There was a spot just inside his ass, a place that sent shivers of desire through him every time she hit it, and he wanted more of that. It was the only thought that filled his head as the orgasm built inside him, and somehow he knew this would be a harder one than any he had ever had.
Rebecca knew he was going to come. She knew it, and she considered stopping it before he had a chance to get off, but she wanted to see it happen. She wanted to see him come hard while he had the vibrator buried so deeply in his ass. She thought it was the sexiest thing a man could do in bed, the most exciting and open thing he could possibly give her, and now she wanted to see how much it turned him on, too.
She leaned over his dick, hovering there, watching every twitch and shake. She pushed the vibrator harder into him, almost ramming him with it now, and Richard was pushin
g back with every thrust. She looked up at him, at the way his mouth had fallen open in pleasure. She looked down at his balls, so tight against his body. Last she looked at the vibrator, and the way he was stretched out around it, the almost painful tightness of his virgin ass around the cold, unyielding metal.
“It’s going to come in you,” she said.
Richard groaned, long and low.
“You want that?”
“Yes!”
“You’re going to come when he does. Aren’t you?”
“Yes!
“Fuck that guy’s dick, Richard. Make him come in you.”
Richard let out a wail of pleasure. Just as he did, Rebecca turned the vibrator on.
The sudden vibration, so deep inside his body, sent Richard over the edge. He cried out as he came. The pleasure of his orgasm was mixed with the throbbing pain of holding back for so long, the burning of it a reward for doing what Rebecca wanted of him. His heart seemed to stop and he found it almost impossible to breathe as his body lost all control.
Rebecca watched as the cum shot out of his dick. It splashed on her chest and slid down between her breasts. She leant forward and caught the second shot in her mouth, some of it dripping down her chin. She sucked his dick into her mouth and drank the rest of what he gave her, licking the underside of his shaft as she carefully slipped the vibrator out of his ass. When he finally collapsed on the bed, she swallowed as much of his dick as she could, sucking him dry with one last upward stroke.
When Richard could breathe again, he lay stunned on the bed. His ass throbbed with his heartbeat. His balls were aching with the intensity of the release. His heart was pounding so hard it almost frightened him. Rebecca was lying beside him, her head on his chest.
“Did you…” He started to ask her something and promptly forgot what it was.
Several other sentences started in his head but he was able to finish none of them. He simply lay in the bed, steeped in a dozen new sensations, and wished he could be untied so he could hold Rebecca tighter against him.
“Untie me,” he whispered, and she smiled.
“Not yet.”
“But…you haven’t?”
“Not yet.”
Richard was certain he couldn’t come again. Hell, he might not come again for days after that little experiment. If Rebecca hadn’t come yet, shouldn’t she untie him so he could return the favour?
“Let me get you off,” he said.
“We’re not done yet.”
Richard had no idea what would be better than what she had just done, but he was suddenly too tired to ask. The aftermath of the orgasm swept over him and it was hard to keep a coherent thought. Rebecca whispered into his ear.
“Sleep now…we’ll get to the rest later.”
Richard slipped into dreamland as Rebecca watched. She was smiling…and planning.
Richard woke the next morning to a feeling of suffocation. He struggled to get out from whatever was covering his face, and was rewarded with Rebecca’s mischievous giggle. He tried to see but suddenly the events of the night came back to him, and he remembered that he was blindfolded.
“You don’t want to lick pussy?” she asked, and lowered her cunt down on his face again.
Richard took in the smell of her, musky and sweet, then stretched out his tongue and buried it between her folds. Her moan was loud and rewarding. His hands were no longer tied, and he reached for her, but she stopped him with a very stern, “No.”
Richard rested his hands on the pillows on either side of his head. His injured hand throbbed. But then Rebecca moved, reminding him of what she wanted, and the painful throbbing retreated to the background of his mind.
He pushed his tongue deeper into her.
He had never been awakened like this before.
Rebecca moved on him, getting the most from his tongue. Her juices coated his face as he licked and licked. She pushed back a bit farther and let him find her clit, then squirmed as he worried it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.
“Don’t you stop,” she warned him. “No matter what happens to you, don’t you stop.”
That made Richard stop, just as she had known it would. She rose up a bit. “What are you doing?” he asked her, and she just lowered her pussy back down on his face.
“You’ll like it.”
He had already taken a vibrator up the ass for her. What more did she expect?
“You’ve wanted to be with two women. Haven’t you?”
Richard grinned against her cunt.
“I’ll bet you never imagined such a thing could happen to you so soon,” she cooed, and Richard closed his eyes as he went at her cunt again. She was going to give him a blowjob while he got her off? Or a handjob? She was doing something to his dick, he knew—the smooth, cold sensation of lube ran down his shaft and made him hard.
“He likes it hard,” she said, confusing him completely. She giggled. “He likes it good and deep, too. But don’t make him come. I’m saving that for me.”
Richard froze as a warm, soft something brushed over the head of his dick. Rebecca giggled again and wiggled her hips, urging him to get back to work.
“Give it to him,” Rebecca whispered, and suddenly that softness was back, this time sliding down the tiniest bit and enveloping the head of his dick. At first it was cool but then it was warm, almost too warm, and he realised with a shock that it felt just like a woman’s pussy.
“Rebecca,” he called, and she lifted her hips again. Was there someone in the bed with them? He moved his legs to see if there was, and touched nothing but the cool sheets and blankets.
“You want it, don’t you, Richard?”
He didn’t know what to say or what to do. The softness was back, this time going farther down his cock, taking him in halfway. Then it slid back up, leaving him wanting more. He groaned as the softness came down again, this time taking him in all the way, mercilessly fucking him as Rebecca rode over his face. It felt just like a woman, and even as he moved his legs again and found no one else in bed with them, he let himself fall into the fantasy. He let himself believe what he was feeling was absolutely real, and thrust his hips up to meet the woman in his dreams.
“That’s it,” Rebecca encouraged, her own breath short and hard. “Fuck her.”
Richard tried to focus on Rebecca’s clit but was terribly distracted by the things happening below his waist. The woman was riding him hard, touching him only with the sweet softness of her cunt, and her juices were dripping down on him. His dick throbbed as she slid up and down on it. He reached down with his good hand to figure out what was going on, but Rebecca grabbed it in mid-air. He wished he wasn’t blindfolded so he could see, but the best he could do was try to picture what was happening.
Rebecca slid back and forth on his face. She was close to an orgasm, and her body was determined to get it. Her motion became jerky as Richard started to suck on her clit, his moans humming through her like a natural vibrator, his tongue licking the most sensitive spot every now and then, keeping her on the edge but not letting her go over it. Finally she called out to him, “Make me come, Richard. Make me come, then make her come, too.”
The pussy riding him suddenly tightened, and he almost shot off right then. He lifted his head a bit and got a better hold on Rebecca’s clit. He began to suck mercilessly, almost too hard, driving her to the edge of that orgasm she wanted so badly. As it roared over her, she had the presence of mind to cry out something that would get him off, too:
“Fuck him until he comes. Make him come in you, and then I’ll lick it out of your pussy.”
Richard didn’t need any further urging. The orgasm slammed him at the same time Rebecca began to convulse in pleasure and pulled away from him. He thrust up and came.
The wetness around his dick got even wetter, but the stroking of that soft pussy didn’t stop. She milked him for what he had left, and when it was over she moved softly on him, working him until he was soft and slipped out of her
.
Rebecca sat on the bed beside him and grinned, pleased with the orgasm that still thrummed in her veins, happy with her ingenuity. Richard lay stunned on the bed, still unsure of what had happened but pretty damn convinced that Rebecca was the naughtiest woman on the planet.
Richard sat up. He took off the blindfold and the dim light from the hallway immediately showed him that there was no one in the bedroom but the two of them. Rebecca was watching him with a wide smile.
“Those pocket pussies are great,” she said, and Richard suddenly laughed as he realised what she had done.
“You little vixen!”
He grabbed her and pulled her down beside him, kissing her. She tasted herself on his tongue. She licked at him, trying to get more of it, then whispered in his ear, “Tell me. Was she a redhead, or a brunette, or a blonde?”
Richard chuckled. “Redhead.”
“That’s what I thought.”
They lay down together and he ran his fingers through her hair, pulling out the tangles there. She stared up at him with wide, happy eyes.
“I wish you never had to leave,” he said softly. He watched the tenderness creep into her eyes.
“Me too.”
Chapter Nine
When Rebecca woke up the next morning, Richard wasn’t in bed, but she could hear him singing along with a radio somewhere in the house. When the scent of bacon and sausage wafted up the stairs, she knew exactly where he was. With a smile she tossed back the covers and stood up, her body protesting a little from all the attention Richard had given it over the last few days. She had sore muscles in places that had never been sore before, but she was sure that was a good thing.
The more she thought about the fact that things could progress past this one week—that they could try to sustain a long-distance relationship and see where it led—the more Rebecca felt happier than she had been in a very long time. From time to time she marvelled at the way they had met, but after all, didn’t everyone have a story to tell? Theirs was just a little more unusual than most. She wasn’t one to put much stock in fate, but she did believe that ultimately things happened for a reason—and maybe someone, somewhere, was trying to tell her something when her car slid off into that ditch and Richard was the one that happened to find her there.
