He looked down on her, searching her face. She involuntarily moved as far away from him as she could, pressing herself against the sticky back of the chair in a vain effort to put more distance between them. Judging from his amused smile, the movement did not go unnoticed. More likely than not, it only fueled his arousal. She had noticed before that he seemed to get off on her attempts at evasion.
He cocked his head to one side and arched an eyebrow at her. “What’s the matter, kitten? Why are you flinching away from me?”
She glared at him. “You know why,” she said stiffly, not bothering with the usual formality. If he was going to be disrespectful to her, he didn’t deserve her politeness.
“You know why, Sir,” he corrected her. He looked at her sternly, then burst out laughing. “Oh, Mel. You are so easy to rile up.”
She stared at him, unsure what was going on. The pressure on her bladder was now such that she could barely think straight. Only one thought was clear in her mind. Must—hold—it—in.
“I have no intention of doing what you seem to be thinking I’m going to do,” Steve explained, his eyes aglow with merriment. “I just wanted to see how you’d respond, kitten. And I have to say, your response was most gratifying.” He laughed heartily at her indignation, as if he believed his cruel game had been the greatest prank ever. Then, at long last, he explained what he was really after. “I want you to give me your best blow job, kitten. Your slowest, most leisurely blow job.”
Her head nearly exploded at the rapid succession of emotions this order brought about. Relief flooded over her, powerful and intense and warm. It was as if a fire had been lit inside her, dispelling the chill that had momentarily taken hold of her heart. Suddenly, her life did not seem quite so dreary.
However, her relief quickly turned to frustration. How could she be expected to give him a leisurely blow job when she was squirming in her seat, feeling more uncomfortable than she ever had in her life? Hadn’t she made it obvious to him that she really, really needed to go to the loo? She didn’t think she could handle sucking him. Not now. Not while she was melting and glued to her chair and in danger of erupting in the most horrible way possible.
She began to remonstrate with him. She begged him to let her go, offering to give him her most sensual blow job after he’d let her go to the toilet. She even offered to give him a blow job that would last the entire duration of the football game he was planning to watch, but to no avail. He was implacable.
“I need relief now,” he calmly explained as he leaned forward and inserted the tip of his penis between her lips. “That’s what the sight of your filthy, sweaty body does to me, kitten. So be a good girl and open your pretty little mouth for me and show me what you can do.”
Bracing herself, she told herself that she could do it. She told herself that she had given him countless blow jobs, slow and leisurely ones as well as fast and furious ones. She told herself that she could get him off before her own situation became untenable, notwithstanding his command that she go about the job slowly. It would be hard, but she could do it. She had to do it. She absolutely had to.
Ignoring the cramps in her underbelly, which were getting all but unbearable, she began to lick the tip of his cock, which was wet with precome. She flicked her tongue against the bottom of his head, then gently sank her teeth into him and began to suck him as he’d taught her.
Her ministrations soon had the desired effect. Within minutes, she could hear him breathe heavily as he steered his hard cock in and out of her mouth and told her what to do with it. As always, she found herself relishing his moans, as well as the compliments he paid her in between moans. That’s it, kitten. Just like that. Go on, that feels wonderful.
Soon his need for a slow and leisurely blow job seemed to evaporate. He shoved his cock deep into her mouth and pulled her head closer to him. She knew what was coming now, and to her own amazement, she welcomed it. She needed his cock in her throat, needed it like she needed a loo. She needed to feel its full length and girth, as well as its power to take possession of her. It had been too long since he had last taken complete possession of her. And of course it didn’t hurt that he generally came quickly when he fucked her face, which had to be better than a long, protracted blow job under the circumstances.
She tried to relax as he slammed into her as if it was the last thing he’d ever do. It was hard. She could feel the bile rising in her stomach, and on several occasions she gagged. Even so, she remembered her priorities. Keep squeezing those pelvic floor muscles, she told herself as he pushed himself into her and made her eyes water. Tighten your pelvic floor muscles, relax your throat, swallow. Repeat.
To her surprise, she soon found herself responding to the heat of the action. No sooner had she spat out her first mouthful of bile than she felt the familiar throb between her legs, intense and pulsating, craving a release. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her. Cocksucking generally got her hot and bothered, a fact Steve never failed to point out to her. So did having a full bladder. She had always liked the sensation of a full bladder pressing down on her vagina. Even as a young girl, it had made her extremely randy, long before she had been aware that the word randy existed. Even now, when the pressure was such that it was actually quite unpleasant, she could feel it add to her randiness. It all added up to one overwhelming sensation: that of enormous, inexorable need.
Need to come. Need to empty her bladder. Need to have one of her orifices stuffed completely while another emptied itself.
At that point, Steve’s thrusts became faster. She heard the grunts that usually preceded his climaxes and knew that his orgasm was imminent. With a flash of triumph, she felt his balls contract against her chin as he shot his sticky seed into her. It was such a huge load that she had to swallow several times to force it down. When he withdrew himself from her, she moaned at the loss of him, moaned at the sudden emptiness in a place that needed his presence.
Of course, Steve didn’t fail to notice. “Look at you,” he said with a barely suppressed grin. “Such a cock-hungry slut. You can’t get enough of it, can you?”
She shook her head. It wasn’t the answer she wanted to give him, not even close, but it was all the answer she could manage.
He searched her face, still with that wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re randy as fuck, aren’t you, kitten?”
She shivered as he bent over and inspected her cunt. The mere touch of his fingertips was enough to make her lose control a little. To her horror, she felt a dribble of urine escape and trickle onto his probing fingers. She hoped with all her heart that he wouldn’t notice, but of course he did. He always did.
“Oh, yes,” he said, clearly reveling in her embarrassment. “You are quite wet.” He paused, then flashed her his most devilish smile. “And getting wetter all the time, it seems.”
She cringed. Why did he always have to notice? And why did he always have to rub things in?
He touched her again, a little longer this time. She moaned. In her heart of hearts, she wanted nothing more than to give in to him, to let him take her on this journey he seemed to have mapped out for her. However, she was too much of a control freak to let it happen. If she allowed him to take her over the edge, she would make a mess of herself. It was as simple as that. And so she squeezed her muscles with all her might, forgoing her pleasure in favor of keeping her dignity.
He mockingly shook his head at her, obviously aware of what she was trying to do, and determined to make her fail. As he caressed her intimate parts with one hand, he softly pressed on her abdomen with the other, insistently, maddeningly. Sensation built on sensation, sending shock waves through her loins. She could feel her body tense up, could taste the salty drops of perspiration that were trickling down her cheeks into her all-too-empty mouth.
She moaned in agony. “Please,” she begged, all sense of dignity lost and forgotten. “Please, Sir, don’t do this to me. Please don’t…”
Much to her surprise, he withdrew his
hand. For a split second, she believed that he was going to show her some uncharacteristic mercy. However, that hope was shattered when he went into their bedroom and reemerged with the very last thing she wanted to see.
The Hitachi.
“No!” she cried, eyes wide with fear. She could feel herself strain against her bonds, something she hardly ever did, since she generally liked to be restrained. “No, please, Sir.”
He just grinned. “Afraid so, kitten.”
With these three words, pronounced as if they were the wittiest joke he had told all year, he squatted in front of her and put the most powerful vibrator they owned to her clit. Even at its lowest speed, the effect was formidable. She could feel her cunt ripple and spasm, and for a moment she thought the reverberations were going to get the better of her. It took the very strongest contractions of her pelvic floor muscles not to lose the contents of her bladder in one fell swoop. She trembled trying to hold it in, trembled with need and frustration.
She focused on her breathing. Taking slow, deep breaths, she stared back at him, daring him to do his worst.
Needless to say, he did.
With the grin he reserved for his most sadistic moments, he turned the Hitachi up to full speed. Then he leaned back, looking at her so smugly that she would have slapped his face if she hadn’t been restrained. “Go on, kitten,” he crooned. “Give in. Let it go.”
She gritted her teeth. No. She was not going to give him that satisfaction. Not after she’d tried so hard to hold it in. She didn’t care anymore that he had reduced her to a simpering, moaning wreck who was oozing sweat from her every pore. She didn’t care that he was eying her like a predator, waiting for her to make that fatal mistake, willing her to make it. All she wanted was to show him how strong she was, to defy him and hang on to whatever shred of dignity she had left. Surely he’d let her go to the toilet after that?
She lasted about ten seconds before she exploded. A surge of electricity coursed through her, overloading her, making her every muscle contract at once. No sooner did the bolt hit than her bladder emptied itself, relieving her of the burden she had carried for so long. She could feel the hot liquid as it rushed out of her and pooled around her on her plastic seat, trickling onto the tarpaulin with the sound of rain dripping on a tent. It was disgusting, but god, did it feel good to be rid of it. Liberty at last, she thought, embracing the emptiness and relief.
She swallowed hard as her quivering body began to recover from the assault Steve had launched on it. When she finally found the composure to speak, she said the one thing he wouldn’t expect, the one thing he wouldn’t see coming. Something that would prove to him that she’d forgiven him for the ordeal he had put her through—that, indeed, as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to forgive.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me experience this.” She even managed a small smile.
To her surprise, he burst into laughter. “Good girl,” he purred, appreciatively patting her cheek. “Good, good girl.” He fixed his marvelous eyes on her and added in his most affectionate tone, “That was awesome, Mel. Honestly, that was one of the most magnificent things I’ve ever seen.”
She lapped up the fondness in his voice, the hint of admiration on his face. It was responses like these, she reflected, that made their scenes so worthwhile. She’d do anything for him, as long as he smiled like this afterward and told her she’d been “awesome.”
He was still smiling when he untied her and helped her off her chair. She rose, a little stiff after spending so many hours in the same position, and cringed as she felt rivulets of urine run down her thighs. To his credit, Steve didn’t even draw her attention to it, let alone gleefully joke about it. He just pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head, which she knew must be a sweaty nightmare.
“Go take a shower,” he murmured into her ear. “Use plenty of that coconut stuff you seem to be so fond of, and when you’re done, we’ll see if you can come without making a bloody mess of yourself.”
God, she thought, her eyes widening.
She didn’t know whether to walk or run to the bathroom, but she did know one thing. She’d never let Steve fill her up with tea and orange juice again. Or would she?
She honestly didn’t know.
PLASTIC WRAP
Shoshanna Evers
The butt plug her husband had put in her earlier that day bumped something sensitive inside as Sonia undressed and sat on the bed next to him. She’d been wearing it for over three hours and had been ready to take it out…oh, two and half hours ago.
She knew what all this butt plug business was about. David had been trying to get her to let him fuck her in the ass ever since one of his big-mouth golf buddies told him it was ten times better than regular sex.
Better for the man, maybe, she mused, shaking her head. The only reason she’d agreed to the stupid butt plug was the excitement in David’s eyes when he’d presented her with it. He hadn’t looked at her with that sort of unbridled passion since their wedding night, and that was over ten years ago.
It was like her ass was his new obsession. And she had to admit, the attention was hot. Even the butt plug had been kind of hot, once she got used to it. But now it was just annoying.
“All right, David. It’s eight o’clock. I’m taking it out now,” she announced.
“Wait!” He gently restrained her wrist as she got up off the bed.
“I only promised to wear it ’til eight.”
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Like a pain in the ass, David. Like you. Now let go of me.”
He did, which hurt her feelings for some reason. She didn’t want him to let her go. She wanted him to take charge for once, to take…her. Damn it. She should at least let him fuck her with the plug in, even if the whole “sex toys shoved up her ass” thing didn’t do it for her the way it did for him. Maybe playing along was the way to go, at least once in a while.
Turning back to him, she got on the bed again and straddled him, laughing at the surprised look on his face.
“Well, hello, beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands over her ass. She gasped when he grabbed hold of the flared silicone base of the plug and turned it, stimulating her in a completely new way.
“Look at you, you really like that,” David said, smiling. “I knew you would. So come on, baby, what’s stopping you from letting me fuck that virgin ass of yours?”
She blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl. A virgin. Her. Married for ten years, a mom three times over. But part of her was a virgin. Hmm. The thought of being—at least in part—an untouched virgin appealed to her. But she knew where this would end up. They’d already had two halfhearted attempts at anal, if you could even call them attempts, and they’d both turned out badly, ending with her jumping out of bed and killing the entire evening’s festivities as surely as if she had dumped cold water on them.
“Honestly, honey,” she said, grinding herself against his groin to soften the rejection. He was already erect, his cock straining against his pants. “The other times we’ve tried it I couldn’t even let you get inside me. The moment your cock hits my ass I clench up.”
“It’ll be different this time. You’re all warmed up.”
“But…I’m afraid it will hurt and I won’t be able to stay still for you.”
He raised his eyebrows, his way of silently saying, And?
“Then you’ll be all worked up,” she explained, “and I won’t be able to let you finish, and you’ll be pissed off I ruined your fun and it will put us both in a sour mood for weeks, like the first time.”
He nodded, listening to her with unusual intensity considering she was still giving him her version of a lap dance. “That’s a valid concern,” he said finally. “Perhaps we could use the handcuffs.”
She flushed at the suggestion. That was one game she loved—when he used the handcuffs on her. Something about those handcuffs turned her from housewife-with-an-alleged-headache into a panti
ng, sex-crazed girl. They didn’t play that game nearly often enough for her tastes, but asking to be cuffed and fucked just wasn’t part of her vocabulary. She needed David to suggest things so she could go along with them. Anyway, she could still move around in those cuffs, and if she struggled too much the metal actually cut into her skin, which she didn’t like.
“That’s a thought,” she replied. “But…do you have anything that will make it absolutely impossible for me to get away?” Even the words impossible to get away got her excited. She might even welcome the pain then…
He twisted the plug in her ass in response and she moaned. It felt incredible. Now that she was turned on about the idea, the stupid plug no longer seemed so stupid.
“I know what would work, but you’ve said no to it before, if I recall,” he said.
“I’m in a very yes sort of mood. Try me.”
“Plastic wrap.” David looked at her as if trying to gauge her response.
She grinned. “Perfect.”
He picked her easily off his lap and placed her on the bed next to him. “Don’t move, baby, I’ll get it. And don’t touch that butt plug—your ass is mine.”
Ooh. She liked Bossy David. Much better than petulant, begging-to-get-in-her-pants David. Nope, this David was going to take what he wanted, and that totally worked for her, somehow. It made her feel insanely desirable.
He came back with the roll of plastic wrap so quickly she wondered if he’d run to get it before she had a chance to change her mind.
“Don’t cover my face with that stuff,” she warned.
“Christ, Sonia, I’m not an idiot,” he muttered. “Stand up and put your arms across your chest, like a mummy.”
Like a mummy? Okaaaay. Standing next to the bed, she crossed her arms and took several deep breaths, as if preparing to go underwater—to expand her rib cage. That should give her as much breathing room as she needed. David wound the plastic wrap around her torso, the thin plastic clinging to her skin, covering so many nerve endings at once she couldn’t decide if she felt overstimulated or comforted, the way she did when she was wrapped in a warm blanket.
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