“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day.
We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day.
Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that depends. What do you mean by kinky?”
I grinned and rolled over to face him. “You know… something you’ve always wanted to try. Something other than vanilla sex.”
“Vanilla sex?” He laughed, but I could tell he was a little hurt. “I didn’t know this was all vanilla to you”.
“It’s not!” I said, quickly backtracking. “But you know what I mean… have you ever wanted to try something different? Maybe something you’ve read about or seen in a porn video, and never really had the chance to experiment with”.
He shrugged and he fell back on his pillow. I could tell he was in deep contemplation over how he was supposed to respond. I quickly realized that I should have known better than to put him on the spot. Marc’s collection of pornography had always been very straight and mainstream, with the occasional girl-on-girl action, and barely-legal thrown into the mix. I sank back against the sheets, afraid that he might think that I had some kind of closet deviant tendencies that I had been keeping hidden up until then.
We hadn’t really talked much about sex during our relationship. The fact that it was happening regularly and that it was pretty good overall, seemed to be enough for both of us. I was 24 years old, and Marc was my first serious boyfriend. We had met at university during a sorority/frat mixer. He was an athlete, and had the tall, broad shouldered good looks that had me weak at the knees almost from day one. It had been easy enough to catch his attention at that party. I had been wearing the shortest little skirt, and had gone braless in a sexy new white halter-top. I had dressed for that party very quickly and hadn’t realized that the fabric was almost transparent. The outline of my nipples was obviously visible to anyone that might have given me a second glance. While I had been getting more than my usual share of attention at that party, I had been pretty clueless about it, until Marc walked up to me and whispered the nature of my accidental display into my ear. I had been so embarrassed that he took off his jacket, and let me wear it for the rest of the night. That’s when I knew he was a good guy. And after having dated a string of bad-boys, I realized it was maybe time to take some well-meaning advice and try a different kind of guy.
The three years of our relationship had been amazing. Marc was a perfect boyfriend in almost every way. He treated me like a princess, he was doting and generous, and my friends and family absolutely adored him.
“He’s a keeper Jenna,” my mom had said when she met him at a family BBQ. “Don’t let this one get away.”
And its not that I planned on letting him get away. Her logic was right. Marc was total marriage material. It was just that… having been a bit of a bad girl my whole life, and being really sexually adventurous during my early university years, my sex life with Marc had become rather stable, and maybe just a little boring. I still loved being with him, but everything had become so predictable and so relegated to the bedroom. Marc had never been one for spontaneous sex, and so, most of the time, I knew that after a party or a night out, we’d come home, brush our teeth, get into bed, and then reach for each other as though on auto-pilot. It was almost as thought the script had been written out for us ahead of time and we were just mindlessly following along.
I had tried asking Marc about his previous sexual adventures, but I quickly realized that there had been nothing particularly shocking or unusual in his past. He had wholesome girlfriends, he played football, and he was a great stand-up guy. There were no threesomes or fetishes or wild sex stories in his past. I had always been aware of this, and uneasily so, because it made me feel like I had to hide so much of my own history. He still didn’t know about my bisexual experiences, or the threesomes and crazy vacation sex hook-ups that I’d enjoyed before we’d met. And I didn’t want him to see me “that way”. I wanted him to see me as a good girl… the kind of girl he could envision marrying one day.
But on that dark, rainy Sunday morning, I couldn’t help but want to probe, just a little. Part of me wondered if Marc maybe did have an edge and was hiding it for the same reasons I was. Those were my secret hopes, anyway.
“Well what did you have in mind?” he asked, after a long silence. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was still slightly offended by my reference to ‘vanilla sex’.
“I just thought that… I don’t know… maybe we could surprise each other one night. Maybe we could try a little role-play. Maybe I could dress up… Or you could tie me up.”
“Tie you up? You’re into that? Like ball-gags and gimp masks and all that shit?”
“No,” I laughed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “I’m just thinking it could be fun to spice things up.”
“Baby, I’m not saying this because I don’t absolutely love being with you. I just thought it might make things a little more fun.”
There was another long baited silence. I was going to make a joke about hearing ‘crickets chirping’ in order to break the awkward tension of the moment, but he spoke, and quickly surprised me with what he said.
“Maybe. I mean I guess we could try.”
“Really?” I cried, almost too eagerly.
He turned on his side, and suddenly his blue eyes were sparkling. “Maybe I’ll surprise you for our anniversary next week.”
I smiled, excited that he was getting into it. “Do you have something in mind already?”
“No”, he said. “Not yet. But I’ll think of something. I’ll just have to put some thought into it first. And I guess I can always ask some of the guys for ideas.”
I rolled my eyes. Marc was living in a beautiful 4-bedroom house in the trendiest part of the city. It had quickly become known as the party-house. He had two roommates, Jack and Ryder. Jack played on the football team with Marc, and had been his best friend since junior high. Ryder had been a casual friend of Jack’s but somehow had never seemed to fit into the sports obsessed vibe of the house. Ryder played in a band, cruised the after hours circuit, and always seemed to be up to trouble. Many nights, while I lay in the upstairs bedroom with Marc, I could hear Ryder and his latest flavor-of-the-week girl fucking like wild dogs in the downstairs bedroom. I didn’t particularly like him, only because he seemed like such a jerk to the girls he dated. He had a kind of arrogance I remembered from my past boyfriends, and it was an attitude I was trying to avoid. Despite his reputation, he still seemed to get more than his fair share of girls. It was something that I know irritated Jack, who was always relegated to playing the second string wing-man when they went out together.
While I had no respect for Ryder, I started to think that he might be a good source of creative sexual ideas for Marc. I realized it might be useful for my boyfriend to tap into Ryder’s brain and maybe start to expand his mind about being more sexually experimental. Certainly his roommate was more than qualified based on the array of girls I saw him bring home, and the depraved noises that I always heard coming from that bedroom.
I kissed Marc, and got up to slip on the short pink robe I kept at his house. I realized a reward was in order, and hopefully might even give him the incentive to really step up his game.
“I’m going to make you breakfast in bed,” I announced. “Just to show you just how much I love having the best boyfriend in the world.”
He smiled, watching the sway of my ass under the short robe as I walked out of the bedroom. I took a quick look in the bathroom mirror. I still had bed head. I have long blond hair and it was still a mess from our morning sex play, but I didn’t care. It was Sunday after all.
I walked past Jack’s room, which was still closed and went down to the kitchen on the main floor. I started to make bacon and eggs, taking care to be as quiet as possible, knowing that Ryder’s bedroom was just down the hall. Around the time I was pouring the orange juice, I heard a loud, strangled moan coming from that direction. I froze for a minute and listened. The sounds continued, and I could hear muffled talking and then more moaning. Unable to resist, I crept on my tip-toes towards the vicinity of the noises.
Ryder’s bedroom door was ajar, and as I got closer, I could hear a girl’s voice.
“Mmmm yeah…. fuck me harder!”
I knew I should have run back to the kitchen immediately. I had no right to be peering into his bedroom door. After all, he was just fucking yet another girl. But I froze when I heard another distinctly different honeyed voice cooing.
“Oooh, you love it when I suck your balls, don’t you? You heard what she said, fuck her harder!”
My eyes, widened. Was he having a Sunday morning threesome? The door hung open, almost invitingly, and I took a few steps forward and pressed myself against the wall, and looked inside.
There was a petite and curvy brunette on her knees on the bed, lurching forward. Her hands were clasped together and had been bound by one of Ryder’s ties. They were fastened to a rung on his wooden headboard, keeping her slightly off balance as she struggled to absorb the heavy thrusts as Ryder pounded her hard from behind. I could hear the loud slapping of his hips against her ass as he fucked her, making her heavy breasts bounce together from the force of his movements.
Ryder’s hands were gripping her hips, leaving red marks in their wake, interspersed with the occasional heavy handed slap against her ass.
“You fucking like that, don’t you?”
From my vantage point I could almost see the beads of sweat on his forehead and the snarl of his smile as he continued the steady quick thrusts.
My eyes then continued further down the length of this sordid scene until I could just make out the a spill of black hair just behind him, and a small pair of hands on his ass, while the second girl steadied herself to the rhythm of his thrusts while she eagerly dove into the core of their sex, sucking his pussy-soaked balls, and then diving in to get a lick of his slippery wet cock as it slid in and out.
“How does she feel, baby? You like fucking my best friend, don’t you?”
My eyes widened. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Sabrina, Ryder’s latest girlfriend. They had been dating for a few months, and I had grown used to seeing her around the house. I had always suspected her to be a wild girl, but I was still amazed as I watched the scene unfold. I could feel the stirrings immediately, making me feel wet in response to seeing such hot lusty fucking in such an unexpected way. I wanted to move, but somehow I couldn’t. I felt almost in a daze; utterly transfixed and unable to turn away.
My nerves were on edge in an unexpected way. I had never watched people have sex before, and certainly not this kind of sex. I quickly realized that the one threesome I’d been involved in during spring break was rather tame in comparison. It had been awkward, and alcohol infused. This seemed very lucid, and very primal. There was an aggressive sexuality about all of them that had me instantly and unexpectedly aroused. It was against my better judgment. But I was paralyzed by the moment, torn by my intentions to be a good girlfriend, and conversely by the darker desires I obviously had not yet resolved.
I realized I was still naked beneath my robe, and I pressed myself against the wall, unconsciously sliding my hand down, and then up and under my short robe. My fingers ran over my smooth pussy lips. It was still swollen with the remains of Marc’s cum from earlier that morning, and now was I was freely dripping wet again, as my excitement built watching his roommate fucking these two girls. My heart raced, half fearful one of them would turn and see me watching, and yet unable to care enough to stop what I was doing.
I rubbed my clit between two fingers, while sliding a third digit up inside my pulsing pussy. Ryder had momentarily pulled out of the brunette and slid back off the bed so that he was standing and Sabrina, still on her knees, moved her mouth over his cock, licking and slurping at the combined juices of her boyfriend and her best friend. He groaned and held her head, fucking her mouth with almost the same intensity as he had been fucking her friend’s pussy. I was amazed that Sabrina was able to keep up this momentum without gagging. The expert way she obliged each thrust and the look of ecstasy on his face caused a heat to flare within me.
Marc and I had just had sex twice that morning, but somehow I felt even more turned on just watching this scene unfold, than I had during either time we had made love. A lick of excitement went through me as I imagined what might happen if I joined them. It was just a momentary fantasy, and nothing I would have acted on given my commitment to Marc, but the idea of it had my pussy gushing around my fingers, as I built myself up to a crescendo peak of heat and electricity, teasing my clit with renewed focus.
“Don’t forget about me, guys,” the brunette called over her shoulder. She had been watching them too.
“You still want more of my cock too, don’t you?” Ryder said, brushing Sabrina aside to walk up to the foot of the bed.
“Yesss….” I heard her gasp, before she was silenced, and replaced with the wet slurping sounds of her mouth sliding over the length of his shaft. I couldn’t see as well from the way he was positioned, but was left to admire his round, well defined ass clenching and unclenching as his hips propelled him forward, into her mouth.
Sabrina was quick on her feet and scrambled up onto the bed to slide herself under her best friend, spreading her legs so that her pussy was positioned over her mouth. Her arms went up to clamp over the girl’s thighs and she drew her down over her face, sucking her pussy with renewed enthusiasm. Her friend’s moans were still audible, though muffled by the cock moving in and out of her mouth.
The entire visual of this live pornographic scene intensified in my mind. Suddenly I found myself imagining that I was either of those girls. Watching all this twisted sex and heat had me only too aware of what I’d been missing. It drew me up and out of myself, forgetting I was Marc’s girlfriend, or potential wife material, or anything other than a primal animal in need of complete carnal abandon. I bit down hard on my lip as the familiar excitement built up inside me. I rubbed my clit faster, leaning back harder against the wall to steady myself. Finally I felt myself coming in a long orgasmic wave that had my legs shaking, while I tried to restrain my moans.
Breathing hard, I suddenly came back to the reality of where I was, and what I had been doing. Half mortified with myself, I scrambled back to the kitchen. I leaned forward on the counter, shocked by what I had just done. And even more shocked that I had gotten away with it! I looked at the breakfast plate of cold eggs and bacon, and felt a pang of guilt. Quickly I put everything away, trying to erase the images from my mind, and put the plate into the microwave to heat.
It was then that I heard a noise in the hallway. It was Ryder. He walked into the kitchen, now wearing just a pair of boxer shorts. He was all lean muscle, very similar in body type to Marc, but his hair was dark and messy, and he had a kind of swagger that was very different from Marc. He was certainly no college football hero. He gave me a half grin, not at all shy about what he was wearing or what he had just been doing. I, on other hand, felt my face flame with embarrassment.
“Hey Jenna,” he said, yawning and opening the fridge to retrieve the pitcher of orange juice.
“Good morning,” I said, looking away.
He noticed my fidgety nervousness and he let out a low laugh. “Sorry if we were a bit loud. That damn door on my bedroom never stays shut anymore. We just got back from the after-hours club a little while ago.”
“Oh,” I said innocently “I didn’t hear a thing. No worries.”
He smiled and leaned back against the counter. “Are you sure? I have two girls in there by the way.”
“Oh, ok. Well… good for you then,” I stammered awkwardly.
I looked at him and forced myself to relax. It was just Ryder after all. And I was starting to act like a virginal schoolgirl. A schoolgirl that was starting to become increasingly aware of the combined wetness of my juices and Marc’s cum starting to glaze my inner thighs while I was standing there talking to him.
“Want me to send them up to you and Marc after I’m done?” he joked.
I laughed. “Umm… no.. I don’t think Marc would be quite ready for that.”
“Yeah, and it’s a little too early in the morning for me to start writing an instructional manual.”
My back stiffened. He was such a natural and unapologetic kind of jerk.
“Actually if you want to know the truth, we were just talking about getting up to some trouble together ourselves. You know… spicing things up.” I don’t know why I felt the need to justify anything to him, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Ryder smiled at me with obvious sarcasm. “Spice? Marc? You sure about that?”
I rolled my eyes, and picked up my tray of food, holding my head high. “Well he’s promised to surprise me for our anniversary.”
“Hmmm… bet he’ll be coming to me for tips though.”
I shrugged; part of me secretly pleased at the thought. I was sure a few conversations with Ryder would definitely get Marc’s mind thinking in the right direction.
“Have a nice Sunday, Ryder,” I said, breezing past him with my tray of breakfast.
“You too, Jenna.”
I could feel his eyes watching me as I ascended the stairs in my short little robe. I wondered if he could see the shiny wetness of my inner thighs. I also wondered if he knew that I had been watching his dirty little threesome.
I returned to the bedroom and served Marc the breakfast in bed I had promised him.
“Wow… this must be a great breakfast…” he said with a smile. “It took a whole hour to cook?”
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I couldn’t find… the right frying pan.”
I left a sweet kiss on his lips and then started walking towards the bathroom, desperate for a long shower to shake off the intense memories of the way my morning had started.
“And by the way”, I called over my shoulder. “I can’t wait for your Anniversary surprise!”
*** *** ***
During the week that followed I felt my anticipation building. Marc seemed very secretive on the phone and I knew he was a little nervous. He had never planned an evening of seduction before, and I knew I would have to give him unconditional accolades for whatever he attempted. After all, this would be his first try, and I knew things would still have room to grow and develop within the realm of expanding our sexual fantasies. I was just grateful that he was finally open to it.
The plan was for me to go over to his place after work, and our evening would unfold from there.
“I think you’ll like my surprise,” Marc said temptingly over the phone that morning. “I think it’s very much along the lines of what you’ve been looking for. In face I’ve been thinking about it all week. I realized you were right. This might be fun for both of us.”
I took a long shower after work, taking my time to wash my long hair and perfume my skin until it was silky smooth. I left my long blond hair down over my shoulders, and put on a little black dress. He hadn’t told me what to wear, and I figured it was a safe choice.
On the drive to his house, my mind was filled with endless possibilities. I had no idea what to expect. I parked in the driveway, and walked up to the house. The door was already open. I walked inside and could hear the dark house music beats playing throughout the dimly lit hallway. I was immediately intrigued. On the side table was a white card with my name on it.
I opened the card and it read: “Go upstairs. I have something waiting for you on the bed. You are to wear this, and only this. Take off your clothes and wait for me there.”
I felt a shiver of excitement, wondering what naughty piece of lingerie he might have picked out for me. I walked obediently up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom, which was dark with two pillar candles burning on the floor. My gaze went immediately to the bed and I was shocked to find a long black silk scarf tied in the way of a blindfold. I smiled to myself. Was he serious? This was getting interesting. Marc definitely had some coaching, I mused, as I unzipped the back of my dress. I let it fall to the floor and kicked it away. Imagining what might unfold was starting to excite me, and it only made me love Marc more for indulging my desires this way.
I unhooked my bra, letting it fall away from my full round breasts. My nipples were already hard. I rubbed them and they grazed my skin like pencil erasers. I was instantly aroused by the possibilities of the whole scene. Next I slid off my little black thong. I looked in the long mirror on the wall, appraising my tight and toned body with a smile. I was feeling wet and mischievous and ready for whatever might happen. Dutifully I wrapped the long black scarf over my eyes, and tied it tightly behind my head, letting everything suddenly fade into darkness. It was only then that I felt a little tingle of nerves. It felt so vulnerable to be standing there naked, and alone, and deprived of sight. Gingerly, I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
“I’m ready,” I called out, hoping Marc might hear me.
In response, the whole room suddenly flooded with music. They were loud, dark beats that quickly had my pulse racing in perfect rhythm. It was dark and sexy, and unexpected. Still unable to see, I waited uncertainly, until I could hear the audible sound of the bedroom door close.
Suddenly I felt something brush against my mouth. My lips opened instinctively, and I realized it was his hand. I smiled, my lips turning up at the corners, feeling naughty. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, greedily like a baby. He slid his fingers in and out of my mouth, the way my mouth, so often, would move over his cock.
My hands reached blindly forward to touch him, when, unexpectedly, I felt him roughly grab my wrist before it ever made contact.
“Not so fast,” he growled. I cold barely hear him over the pulsating music.
With a firm grip on both my wrists he yanked me up to my feet and I responded with a quick gasp. Suddenly I felt Marc’s warm breath on my neck, and I sighed as his lips found my collarbone, sucking and licking it from the edge of my shoulder and tracing it along until his tongue landed in the hollow of my throat, wet and luscious and it almost made me lose my breath. Restraining both my wrists with one hand, his other hand went around the back of my head to seize my hair into one long blonde ponytail and then snap it back, pulling it and pulling it, increasing the tension until my head was back as far as it would go. My heart was pounding, as he sucked along the length of my neck, biting it, and teething the soft tender skin, while I struggled to gasp. The intensity was almost unbearable and it unexpectedly heightened my excitement. I writhed in his grip, and suddenly I could feel something hard moving against my thigh. I realized he was already naked too.
When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he released the tension on my hair. Before I could recover from it though, he had twisted me around so that I was facing the opposite direction. He pressed against me from behind. His skin was hot against my cool back. I could feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass, before lodging in between my thighs, pulsing there with a life of its own.
His hands ran slowly up my thighs, making my skin tingle in the wake of his touch. Then they moved forward until they pressed flat against my taut skin of my belly. I drew in my breath. I could feel his nails dragging across my flesh, over and over, in an arresting way that had a rough eroticism to his movements up and down my torso. Finally his hands found my breasts. He cupped them both from behind, and I felt his breath hot and heavy in my ear as he rubbed my nipples before squeezing them, and pulling the nubs until they felt deliciously sore. I could still feel him hard between my thighs, pulsing there eagerly and I felt myself getting wet with anticipation.
Suddenly he unexpectedly stepped away from me, abandoning all the sensations I had been enjoying. I didn’t move, feeling the sudden chill of the room, now swimming with the dark beats that filled my ears. My heart pounded in the forced darkness of the moment. But I quickly realized the game was just beginning.
He used both hands to grab my wrists and then bend me over at the waist. My heart was racing, not knowing what he would do next. He pushed me forward, roughly, and I felt my face hit the bedspread. I struggled to turn my face to the side, breathing hard. The uncertainty of the moment had my every nerve on fire. I could feel something sliding around the soft skin of my wrists. Deprived of sight, one of the senses I relied on most, my mind worked in overdrive, trying to calculate what was happening. Quickly I realized it was a binding of sorts. I could feel the rope going around my wrists, several times, before being tied securely.
I knew, instinctively, that he must have some instruction from Ryder. And suddenly I felt absolutely helpless, knowing full well it had been me to press Marc into getting kinky. And despite all my desires to add spice to our sex life, I was admittedly a little nervous. This all felt very new to me as well. But there was little time to consider thoughts or logic, because all that my mind could concentrate on was differentiating each sensation and trying to make sense of what was happening.
Once he had secured my wrists behind my back, I felt the slither of another rope drag over my skin. It grazed the back of my ankles and I felt myself shiver as he brought them together, while I was still on my knees, going around each individual ankle first, and then binding them together loosely. Now completely restrained, and leaving my knees spread slightly apart, he pressed down on the small of my back to keep the front half of my body lowered so that my ass hung high in the air like a ripe peach ready to be tasted.
He ran his hands down the length of my back, raking them over my exposed ass cheeks, while I smothered a moan. I felt his fingers slide down the crack of my ass, and into my juicy folds. I was wet, and he obviously delighted in this, exploring me lazily, his fingers teasing my clit. Suddenly I felt a rush of warmth and I realized his mouth had clamped down over my pussy from behind. I gasped inwardly. He had never gone down on me like this before, and it felt like such a different sensation to me. It was more exposed, more vulnerable, and extremely arousing. I could feel my juices dripping into his open mouth, while his tongue slid in and around my vulva, sucking on my clit, while his hands held a firm grip on my ass. Marc thrust his tongue up inside me, causing me to moan, and my breathing to became labored. From my position, I could feel the blood rushing to my head, and my pussy seemed electrified, pulsing around his tongue as he assaulted my juicy slit with enthusiasm. I writhed against my forcibly restrained position, bucking against his mouth, feeling a strong orgasm approaching. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, holding me firmly against his face and sucking my clit, rolling and flicking it until I let loose a long uncontrollable sob. I came hard, alternately moaning and gasping at the pleasure that was moving through me in waves.
I tried to gather my senses, looking to come down from my orgasmic high, but without warning, I felt the sudden, intense thrust of his cock, hammering home inside me, as deep as he could go. I was incredibly sensitive in my post-orgasmic throes, still swollen and juicy, and the unexpected thrill of penetration had my whole body shuddering. I lurched forward on my knees, feeling like I might slide down on the bed, but in anticipation, Marc grabbed the restraint tying my wrists together, and pulled it towards him, pulling the front half of me up off the bed with it. I could imagine him behind me, with one outstretched arm, keeping me suspended while he fucked me from behind. In order to steady my balance, I was forced to arch my back and stick my ass out further while I relied on the hold he had on my wrist restraint to keep me from toppling forward. Our position, combined with the sensory deprivation of my sight seemed to intensify every sensation. He thrust into me, almost rhythmically against the dark deep base notes that were flooding the speakers. I could barely hear his groans, combined with mine as he continued pounding me with a renewed sense of energy.
“Oh god, don’t stop fucking me,” I sobbed, feeling my breasts bouncing and my head lolling back and forth like a rag doll.
He intensified his thrusts until I was almost screaming louder than the music. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, I felt like I was being split open from the inside, delicious and hedonistic, instinctively eager to do anything he wanted to do with me.
I turned my head to the side, still bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts, and smiled back at him, in my own blind darkness.
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
He paused, and pulled me back roughly, still impaled on his cock. I felt my hands against the lean muscle of his lower stomach, and the back of my shoulders pressed against his chest. I felt his breath hot in my ear.
“You heard me,” I said in a husky voice. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Say it again,” his voice was low and muffled, heavy in breath, as he began to lick and suck my neck.
His arms went around me to cup my breasts, and I shivered against him. He rubbed my nipples in small circles, squeezing them. I could still feel his cock lodged inside me, pulsating harder with each moment that passed.
We had never had anal sex before, and it had always intimidated me. But suddenly, I felt raw and primal, and eager to give him something I knew he’d always wanted. An anniversary invitation into my pristine virgin ass.
“Fuck my ass,” I gasped. “You know you want it. Take it.”
I felt his hands near my bound wrists, moving over each cheek as though appraising the gift I’d offered. I shivered and leaned forward on my knees, offering myself to him. I felt Marc spread my ass, and felt his fingers slide up and down the cleft before probing my tight hole with his digit. I gasped, feeling my muscles relax around his finger. I lost sense of where I was, or what was happening. All I could think of was this desire, this pleasure, and all consuming need to have him completely possess me in any way he wanted. I was his slut for the night, willing to anything to satisfy any need he might have.
He slowly relaxed his grip on my wrist restraints as I slid forward on the mattress, again feeling my cheek find the cool softness of the bedspread. I steadied myself on my outturned knees, feeling mildly disoriented, focused solely on the slightest touch, and trying to imagine everything unfolding.
Suddenly I felt a pleasurable wet warmth slide over my tight little hole, and I drew in my breath for this new sensation I had never felt before. His tongue slid over my ass, in undulating waves, before working itself into me. I groaned loudly, feeling the heat flare though me as he tongued my ass, making me squirm and feeling my juices starting to flow. I felt his fingers slide into my pussy and then up to my asshole, drawing some of the wetness there to completely soak me. And then there was a pause and I knew what was coming.
Instead of feeling that sense of anxiety that I always felt whenever Marc had tried to initiate anal before, I felt myself eager for him, pushing out against the slippery head of his cock when it rubbed against my virgin hole. By then I was panting, sweaty, in a state of sexual euphoria, reading to do anything he wanted, and knowing I suddenly wanted it even more than him.
“Yesss,” I sighed. “That’s right. I know how much you want to fuck my ass. How long you’ve waited to fuck my ass. I want you to do it. Slide your cock deep inside and give me what I want.”
I heard a muffled groan and suddenly he was pushing forward. I drew in my breath as I felt the head of his cock push inside my hole as it instinctively gripped around it. He paused, reaching around to play with my clit, while I steadied myself on my knees, breathing deeply, feeling my muscles relax around his cock. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The intensity of the pressure, the delicious violation and shock of the moment gave way to a feeling of accommodation and pleasure. I exhaled as he slid the entire shaft of his cock deeply into my ass. He began a slow rhythmic thrusting while I moaned loudly, burying my face into the bedspread and alternately turning it to the side, biting down on my lip at these new intense sensations. The more he moved in and out, the better it started to feel, and suddenly there was just a pleasurable feeling of being the dirty girl that I hadn’t been in years.
“Fuck yessss…,” I moaned. “Give it to me harder baby. Don’t stop. Fill me up.”
My cries spurred him on to increase his thrusts. I could feel the juices dripping down my thighs as I begged him to fuck me harder still. I was opened wide for him, feeling dark, and primal, and desperate to be filled up by his raging cock. I became multi-orgasmic, riding the crest of one delicious wave after another. Again he grabbed my wrist restraints and hauled me up onto my knees. I arched my back, feeling his hands in my hair, pulling my hair back as he pounded me as hard and fast as he could. I could hear the audible slapping of our sex crashing together that suddenly seemed even louder than the music.
I moaned loudly. “Come on! That’s it baby. Right there! Mmmm… Fuck me harder!”
I delighted in spurring him on, for whatever he could give, I could take. On an on he drove himself inside me, while I rocked forward on my knees, feeling the heat growing between us, hearing his groans roaring behind me, until finally with a shudder, and one long final thrust, I felt him come in spurts of warmth, filling my ass with his hot, sticky cum.
“Oh my god”, I sobbed, almost deliriously when he finally released the tension on my wrist restraints and I slid forward against the covers. I felt his softening cock slide out of my ass and we both collapsed against the bed, still breathing hard. Finally I felt like I was back in touch with my core sexual self. It had been so long since I’d felt that uninhibited and that connected to my darkest primal needs. I still couldn’t see anything, but I turned my head in the direction I knew Marc was in as he lay beside me.
“That was incredible”, I moaned. “Happy anniversary, baby.”
I felt him lightly kiss my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips. I was still in a heady state, sexually euphoric, as I felt him start kissing along the back of my shoulder blades, feeling his hands on my wrists, slightly loosening the ropes that were binding me. Suddenly, then there was an unexpected pause. I waited, still luxuriating in our post-coital bliss. And then I felt the bed creak as the weight of him lying beside me lifted. I waited. Was there yet another surprise?
A few minutes went by and then the music unexpectedly turned off, leaving the house in virtual silence.
“Marc?” I called. “Where are you?”
I lifted my head off the bed, trying to listen for any telltale signs of his return, but there was nothing.
Suddenly I could hear the high-pitched ring of my cell phone in my purse. It went into voicemail. And then it started again.
“Marc!” I called again, feeling annoyed that he had left me still bound. I struggled against my wrist restraints and suddenly realized that he had loosened them just enough for me to slide out of them. I freed one hand, and then the other, feeling the blood rushing through my shoulders and arms again and sighing at the sudden relief. I twisted myself around to a sitting position on the bed, and quickly untied the blindfold covering my eyes. Where the hell had he gone?
I looked around the room in a daze. The candles were still burning, but Marc was nowhere to be found. I pulled my legs up against me and undid the ropes around my ankles, just in time for my cell phone to go off again. I quickly slid off the bed, scrambling to my feet, and on shaky legs I went to my purse to retrieve my incessantly ringing phone. Impatient to catch this obviously insistent caller before the last ring sent them to voicemail again, I flipped it open.
“Hello?” I cried with annoyance.
“Babe, its me!” I could hear Marc’s frantic voice.
“Marc? Where are you?”
“I’m so sorry. I got stuck in this meeting at work. I couldn’t get out of it. I tried to reach you, but I figured you were already on your way. Jenna I’ll make it up to you I swear.”
My mind was buzzing with confusion, feeling like I had just walked into the twilight zone. I couldn’t make sense of anything he was saying. Was this part of another game?
“What the hell are you talking about Marc?”
“I told Ryder I was going to be late. I told him to invite you in and make you a drink until I got home. Didn’t he tell you? Aren’t you at the house right now?”
I froze. It was around that time, that I heard the loud audible slam of the front door.
I hung up the phone and rushed to the front bedroom window that overlooked the street below. There, crossing the front lawn, I caught a flash of that familiar dark mop of hair. He was in jeans and a white shirt, and his face looked up almost instinctively and our eyes met. Ryder gave me a rueful grin and winked.
My mouth hung open, as though caught in a moment of suspended animation. I was in utter and complete disbelief.
And yet, for reasons that were beyond my comprehension at the time, I couldn’t stop the slow smile from spreading across my face.
*** The End ***
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