by B. B. Hamel
I know it’s probably crossing a line, but I like it. I don’t know what I’m going to say to him about it, but it excites me more than I thought it would just looking at it. I keep picturing him ravishing me, tearing the thin fabric off my body and fucking me deep and hard, taking my virginity. I bite my lip and quickly put the lingerie away.
I think that’s all there is, but there’s one more thing at the bottom of the box. I pull it out, a little surprised.
It’s made of glass and very, very smooth. It has a wide, flared-out base and a contoured top. It’s not very long or wide, and I don’t think it’s a vibrator or a dildo or something like that, but it’s clearly sexual. I frown at the object, realizing that I’m so inexperienced that I don’t even know what I’m holding.
I grab my phone and start to Google. It takes me maybe thirty seconds to realize that he gave me an anal plug.
I gasp when I realize it. I drop the thing on the floor just as Lacey comes over to me. She picks up the anal plug and looks at it.
“Mine,” she says.
“No, no, no,” I say quickly, taking it away from her. “Sorry, sweetie, that’s not for you.”
She mopes and I can tell she’s about to cry, so I redirect her attention to a different toy. I can’t let Griffin’s daughter play with a butt plug, even if it is clean and brand new.
Why would he give me this? I can’t even believe it. I don’t know if I like anal play at all, I haven’t had any experience with it. Frankly, this anal plug is so dirty, so filthy, so wrong, and that just makes me more excited.
I look at the plug and the lingerie, and I can’t help but imagine wearing them both at the same time. I wonder what it would feel like to have my ass filled by the plug while I’m wearing that revealing outfit. I bet he’d like to see it.
I put everything back into the box, shaking my head to try and get my dirty thoughts in order. I can’t just give in to this so easily. He can’t just throw some filthy presents at me and expect me to throw myself back at him in return. Plus, I have a job to do.
I go over to Lacey and spend the rest of the day with her. Even though she keeps me busy, I never forget about the plug, just waiting in its box for me.
Griffin calls around five to let me know that he’ll be late tonight, and I agree to stay on. I don’t say a word about the presents and he doesn’t either. It’s almost as if he hadn’t just given me a lingerie set and an anal plug, like that’s totally normal or something.
It’s not normal, of course, totally not normal, but nothing about this situation is normal. And to be honest, I don’t really care. I like this situation, as messed up as that is, and it excites me just looking at the box.
I feed Lacey and eventually I get her ready for bed. Fortunately, she goes down pretty easily, and soon I find myself alone in Griffin’s apartment.
I check the time, but he won’t be back for another hour. I try to distract myself with some crappy TV, but I keep glancing over at the box, wondering about that plug, so curious about how it would feel.
I know it would be better if I could just ignore it, but I can’t. And so about a half hour after Lacey goes to sleep, about how long it takes before I’m sure she’ll stay down, I open the box back up and fish the plug from the bottom.
Biting my lip, I carry it into the bedroom. I set up the baby monitor so I can hear if Lacey wakes up before closing the door. In my excitement, I forget to lock it.
I have to Google how to actually use the thing. I bite my lip as I unbutton my jeans and slide them off my body. I’m dripping wet and my heart is hammering in my chest as I slide my panties down my body. I climb onto Griffin’s bed, plug in my hand, and I get on all fours, spreading my legs wide.
My heart is hammering as I suck the plug to get it wet. I know I need lube, but this is the best I can do. Plus, the plug isn’t that big. I get it nice and wet, thinking about Griffin, imagining it’s his hard cock, or at least a smaller version of it.
This is so crazy. I’m on all fours, spread and dripping wet, totally exposed. I’m in Griffin’s bedroom, the place where he sleeps. I usually avoid the bedroom when I can, ever since I found those letters that I know I shouldn’t have found. My heart is hammering and I’m dripping, and I know that the naughty and dirty nature of this act is what’s making me so excited.
Plus, I like the idea of doing this in Griffin’s room. That just makes it so wrong, but also so exciting. Part of me wants him to know that I’m using his plug in here. Maybe I’ll even take a picture for him, tease him a little bit. I bite my lip, pretty nervous and afraid, but so excited, heart beating so fast, pussy dripping wet, that I can’t help myself.
I make sure the plug is nice and wet before slowly easing it against my ass. I gasp a little as I slowly slide it inside of myself. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but it doesn’t hurt. I move it in, inch by inch, so agonizingly slowly. There’s no pain, just discomfort, and I don’t rush myself. Slowly, I slide it inside of my ass, until it’s inside of me up to its base.
I gasp and sit still, shocked at the sensation. I had no clue that I liked things inside of me like this, but hell, the feeling of being full is so amazing. The whole situation just makes it so exciting.
I can’t help myself. I take my right hand and put it between my legs, finding my clit. I begin to rub myself, pleasure flooding my body and my mind, the plug inside of me up to the base. It feels so good, so freaking wrong, but I can’t help myself.
As I rub my clit, I don’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming down the hallway.
11
Griffin
I get home a bit earlier than I thought I would. I feel excited, not nervous at all. I know she got my present and had some time to digest it by this point, so I’m curious about how Erin is going to react.
But as soon as I walk into the apartment, I can tell something is off. I don’t see Erin in the living room. Lacey is nowhere to be seen. I quickly walk over to Lacey’s room and find her fast asleep in bed.
“Erin?” I say, not too loud. I don’t want to wake Lacey.
I hear a noise from down the hall. I keep going toward my bedroom. The door is shut, which I’m pretty sure I didn’t do. I push it open and step into my room.
“Erin?” I ask as the door open, just before I spot her on the bed.
She’s beet red, sitting back on her hands, legs crossed and closed. And she’s not wearing any pants.
I cock my head at her, taking it in. Her legs are gorgeous and bare, and she’s not even wearing any panties. I can see them lying on the floor with her jeans. She’s bright red and flushed, like she’s both excited and embarrassed, and it takes me half a second to realize what I just walked in on.
“It’s not what you think,” she says.
“Yes, it is.” I step toward her. “It’s exactly what I think.” I loosen my tie, looking at her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this.” She goes to move off the bed.
“No,” I command, deep and resonant. That makes her pause. “Stay where you are.”
“Griffin,” she says, and it comes out a slight moan.
“I know what you were doing in here. Were you thinking about me?” I slide my tie off and unbutton the top button of my shirt. I take off my jacket and toss it over the back of the chair that I have in the corner of the room. “Were you thinking about what it would feel like if you finally gave into what you want?”
“I don’t know,” she says, clearly embarrassed.
“Don’t be nervous.” I step toward her, rolling my sleeves up. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” I watch her wrestle with this request.
“I was thinking about you,” she admits, and I can tell that was hard for her.
“Good,” I say softly. “I know you were.” I finish rolling up my sleeves. I step to the edge of the bed and tip her chin up toward me. “You were thinking about my big hard cock buried deep between your legs.”
“Maybe,” she whispers.
I bend forward and kiss her deeply. I love her taste and the feeling of her tongue against mine. She kisses me back with a passion that almost surprises me. I take her hair and tip her head back further before kissing her neck, kneeling on the bed.
“Oh god, Griffin, wait,” she says. “Please.”
“Why would I wait?” I ask her. “You’re here, touching yourself, thinking about me. Why pretend?”
She bites her lip. “It’s… inside of me.”
I pause, looking at her. “What is?”
She turns an even deeper shade of red, if that’s possible. “You know.”
And I do know. I fucking groan, my cock hard as fuck. I push her onto her back and slide down between her legs.
“Griffin!” she protests, but doesn’t stop me.
I spread them wide and groan again when I see the flared end of the plug. The whole anal plug is deep inside of her ass, and my cock is raging fucking hard.
“You were touching yourself with this inside of you,” I say.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Fuck, girl,” I groan. I lean forward and kiss her legs. “God damn, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Griffin, I don’t know,” she moans.
I slide two fingers deep inside of her pussy as I kiss up her thighs. “I know, though. I know just what you need.”
“Oh god,” she groans.
“You need my fingers deep inside this tight cunt while that plug fills up your asshole. Do you even know how fucking filthy you are right now, Erin?”
“Please,” she moans. “Just don’t stop.”
I lean forward and slowly fuck her pussy with my fingers. She’s so fucking tight and slick, dripping wet, and I can barely control myself. I dip down and begin to suck and lick her clit, two fingers buried inside of her, the plug filling her ass.
“Oh god, it’s too much,” she moans. “Holy shit.”
I smirk and keep nibbling her clit, fucking her pussy. I bet she’s never been stimulated like this before. I bet she’s never had a man like me touching her sweet, tight little body.
“I know what I’m doing,” I say. “Relax, babe. I can make you feel good.”
“I know,” she moans. “Oh god, it feels good,”
I can’t help myself. She tastes so fucking good. I suck and lick that clit, fucking her pussy faster. I bet she can barely think with that plug up her ass, filling every hole. If only I could sink my cock down her throat while I did this, then it would be fucking complete.
I’ll have to settle for giving her the best orgasm of her life. I suck and lick her clit, eating that fucking pussy like I’ve never done it before. I can barely think as I work her, licking and sucking and sliding my fingers inside of her.
I love the way she squirms and moans with every new sensation, like she can barely control herself. I’m almost worried that it might wake up Lacey, but I notice that there’s a baby monitor in here, and everything sounds okay. Besides, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Come here, girl,” I say, moving away from her. I unbuckle my belt and pull off my pants, not able to wait another second. I slide off my boxers and she watches as I take out my big, thick cock.
“Whoa,” she says. “Griffin.”
I smirk at her, stroking it. “I want to fill up every single one of your fucking holes. Get on all fours.”
She hesitates, and then does as I ask. She spreads her legs wide, arching her back slightly. I lie down on my back and guide her by her hair over to me.
“Suck that thick cock,” I say. “I want that deep in your throat while I fuck your pussy with my fingers and your ass is nice and full.”
I grab her and pull her on top of me. Her ass is in my face and I can already taste her dripping pussy.
“Don’t be fucking shy,” I say as I start to lick her little cunt. “Suck that cock.”
I feel her tentatively take it into her mouth. “Griffin, I don’t know if I can,” she says. “You’re just… big.”
“Persistence is key,” I tell her. I feel her slide my cock into her mouth. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I slide two fingers deep into her pussy, completing it. “That’s right, suck that cock,” I say as she slides faster and faster. Her little moth feels so fucking warm and good around my cock as I press my fingers deeper inside of her.
“Fingers deep in your cunt, plug up your ass, cock in your mouth. You’re completely filled, you dirty fucking girl,” I say to her.
She’s moaning as she’s sucking my cock. She starts bobbing faster, sliding up and down my hard shaft. I love the feeling of her tongue and lips around my cock, and I love having her tight little pussy in my face. I pull my fingers out and slide my tongue inside of her, tonguing every part of her from behind as she sucks my cock.
She slides down and I hear her gag as she tries to take it into her throat.
“That’s a good girl,” I say. “Choke on that cock. I love your fucking taste, you know that? I can eat this pussy all night.” I lick her faster, lapping her up, my cock harder than it’s ever been in my fucking life.
I can’t believe how dirty she is. She’s filled in every single hole and she’s still sucking my cock with a wildness that drives me inside. She’s trying to take my thick, long cock down her throat, but clearly she can barely handle it. I keep fucking and licking her little pussy, alternating tongue and fingers.
Her moans get louder and wilder. She starts to move her back and her ass as I fuck her little pussy. I move faster, deeper, sliding in and out of her, filling her up, making her feel good. Her moaning gets louder, though muffled by my cock in her mouth, and I know she’s close.
I slap her ass then tongue her cunt. “Come for me, girl,” I say. “Come in my mouth, Erin, you dirty fucking girl.”
She gasps and moans as I slap her again, harder this time, licking her pussy.
“Fuck,” she gasps, cock sliding her from her lips. “Oh fuck.” Her whole body tightens and jerks in response. “Oh god, Griffin,” she gasps.
I don’t let up. I eat that pussy all through her orgasm. I love her fucking taste and I love the sounds she makes as her body tightens and squirms and convulses, the orgasm rolling through her, driving her wild.
As she slowly finishes, she goes back to work on my cock. I don’t have to say a word to her, she just gets back to it. I tease her pussy softly as she sucks me faster and faster, working me, desperate and needing it.
“Fuck, girl, swallow my come,” I groan. I orgasm hard into her mouth and she slides down my shaft, taking it into the back of her throat. She sucks and swallows every single drop from my cock, cleaning and licking me as I finish. Pleasure explodes through me, unbelievable and intense.
She collapses off of me as she finishes. Slowly, she takes the plug out of her and laughs.
“Oh my god,” she says. “What do I do with this?”
I grin and take it from her. I carry it into the bathroom then come back with some towels. We clean each other up. I wrap my arms around her and hold her in bed for a second.
“That was intense,” she says finally. “Having everything filled like that…” she trails off, shaking her head.
“You liked it,” I say, stating a fact.
“Yeah. I did.” She bites her lip. “You should know something, though.”
“What’s that?” I ask, a little tired, but feeling so good with Erin in my arms.
“I’m… I’m not very experienced,” she says finally.
“I know that,” I say. “But I’m going to make you experienced.”
“And maybe I want to move slowly,” she says quickly. “You know, if that’s okay.”
I kiss her softly on the lips. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” She smiles, looking relieved.
“I want to make you feel good, Erin,” I say. “That’s all I really want.”
“I know that.” She kisses me again. “Mind if I shower?”
“Not at all. Mind if I join you?”
She laughs. “Only if you can behave.”
“You know that I can’t.”
“Well. Try anyway.” She gets up and stretches. “God, that was so weird. I’ve never had anything like that before.”
I grin. “We can do better, you know.”
“How?”
“Plug in your ass. Cock in your pussy. Fingers in your mouth. Or cock in your ass, vibrator in your pussy. Or whatever you want.”
She bites her lip. “That’s so dirty.”
“I know it is.” I grin and stretch a little bit. “But that’s why it’s so hot.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” She blushes like she just admitted something bad then quickly disappears into the bathroom.
I watch her go and smile. The shower turns on and I let her have a couple of minutes alone in there. I know sometimes women want a little privacy after that sort of thing, especially when it’s their first time with something new.
I can’t believe this happened tonight. I didn’t plan on it, not at all. I thought she’d be embarrassed but a little into it, and we’d slowly work up to this point. But I guess catching her masturbating really put a rush on my plans, and I’m not complaining.
I don’t mind taking it slow. If she’s not ready for my cock, that’s okay. I can make her feel good without fucking her, at least at first. But soon she’s going to have me deep between her legs, and I know I’m already impatient for it. I can tell her pussy is so fucking tight and ready for me. I’ll glide deep inside of her dripping wet little cunt and she’ll scream my name.
I get up out of bed, grinning to myself. My cock is starting to stir, but I promised to be good. I’m just going to shower with her, kiss her, make her know that I’m starting to care about her. The real shit can start later, but for now, she’ll know what I really want. And that’s her, every inch of her, every part of her, everything about her.
I don’t care if she’s inexperienced. She’ll be plenty experienced by the time I’m through with her.
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