I wake up feeling your breath on the back of my neck, your bare nipples running down my back as you kiss your way towards the waistline of my boxers. I can smell the whiskey on your breath, can hear you quietly moaning to yourself, uncontrollable sounds that only come out when you’re drunk. What time is it? I’d fallen asleep before you got home from drinks with your friends, not-so-secretly hoping you would come home to take advantage of me like this. It always happens this way…. Sometimes midnight, sometimes 2am just after the bars have closed, sometimes 4am. Where do you go those nights after the bar closes? Who do you spend those two hours with? Who is it that has you jumping on top of me the moment you walk through the door, your panties already soaking wet, hair a mess?
I feel your breath on the small of my back, light kisses along the top of my underwear, gently pulling the elastic back far enough to dart your tongue back and forth every few seconds. I feel the tips of your fingers lightly running down the curve of my ass, between my legs, and back up again. You’re in your own world now, I’m not even sure you know that you’re with me specifically or if I’m just a body for you to use. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to interrupt whatever it is you’re imagining as you’re tracing the curves of my body with the tips of your fingers. I hear you whisper to yourself. “Yes, baby, that’s what I want,” as your fingers disappear between my legs again, “you are just too cute laying here so helpless, sweetie. There are so many things I’m going to do to you.” I feel your fingernails as your grip briefly tightens on my ass, as you sigh. “So many things.”
The words that come out of your mouth on these drunk nights are always unforgettable. It’s clear in these moments that you’ve got a story in your head, a narrative you’re building for yourself. I’m here to figure out the role you’ve cast me in and play it as convincingly as can be. Tonight you want a helpless fuck toy. I want nothing more than to be that for you.
“Are you still asleep, sweetie?” I hear you whisper in your sweetest voice. There’s a quiet pause as I try to slow my breathing, your index finger still running up and down my ass. “Good. That’s a good boy,” you whisper, as you grab the top of my boxers on both sides, slowly pulling them down to my knees. You slide your hands back up my legs, grabbing my ass with two hands, gently spreading me open, running your tongue slowly, from just below my balls all the way up to my waist… And then you move, and I feel nothing. No hands, no mouth, no warm breath. Then I hear it, the coconut oil dispenser you keep on the bedside table. Two quick spurts, before I feel you sit back on the bed next to me.
I feel the oil dripping… One, two, three drops, dripping down the crack of my ass, running down between my legs. The surprise makes me jump, giving a quick inhale. But before I know it, I feel your mouth next to my ear. “Shhh, baby,” you whisper, as quietly as I’ve ever heard you. “Go back to sleep, sweetie. I’m have to have you, baby, just close your eyes.” I feel the palm of your hand on my ass, covered in oil, running it slowly up and down, intentionally coating every inch, as you whisper in my ear trying to shoosh me back to sleep. I let out a deep breath and relax my body, not wanting to distract you from your plans.
“That’s a good boy, close your eyes,” I hear you whisper as your mouth leaves my ear and I feel your hair tickle my back as you move back down my body. You’re not even talking to me in particular anymore, you’re just whispering dirty nothings to yourself as you spread my ass with one hand, running the entire palm of your other hand across my tight hole. “I just have to do this, sweetie. I just have to. Look at you, so helpless, so ready for me. I just have to.”
I know what’s coming. We’ve experimented with this before, but certainly not this intentionally, and never with me feeling so vulnerable. I’m nervous. I know how carried away you get when you’re like this, I know there’s no stopping you once you’ve started. But my cock is harder than it’s ever been, pressed into the bed under the weight of my body. My nerves mix with excitement, and I can’t help but clench my ass ever so slightly, anticipating what’s to come. Once again, you’re at my ear. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie,” you say in a breathy whisper, your oil-coated index finger lightly tracing small circles around my waiting hole. “It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you sweetie, you don’t have to be nervous.”
I moan, involuntarily responding to the sweetness of your voice. “Yesss, baby. Yes. Exactly. I’m going to make you feel so good, and I’m going to take everything I’ve ever wanted. Are you going to be a good boy and give me everything I want, baby boy?” I nodded, quietly moaning again, this time on purpose. This is a tone I’ve never heard from you, completely different than anything I’ve heard cross your lips before, and I can not believe how unbelievably hot it’s making me, I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’m willing to do anything if it means you’ll keep going. Absolutely anything.
“Good boy, I knew you would, sweetie,” you whisper, your finger pulling away from my hole. I hear the coconut oil dispenser again, I feel your hands spreading me open again. “Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to give me everything I want?” I feel your finger resting on my hole again, or maybe it’s your thumb this time. “It’s okay if you don’t want to give it to me though, baby. I’m going to take it anyways. Do you understand?” I nod again, eyes still closed, heart pounding in anticipation. “Good, baby. Now I want you to take a breath…” You whisper, as I hear you crack a smile. I inhale as deep as I can, and just as my lungs reach their full capacity I hear your whisper turn into a low growl…”Good boy,” I hear, right before I scream, feeling you push inside me, deeper and more full than I’ve ever felt in my life, immediately realizing that wasn’t a finger you used. It was the 7 inch dildo that I loved to watch you fuck yourself with, the thick one that stretched your pussy out perfectly, the one I’d got you for your birthday a couple years ago after you had mentioned your smaller one couldn’t cut it. And now the entire thing, from tip to base, was buried in my ass, and I could feel you putting your weight onto it, pushing it as deep as it could go. I grabbed the headboard and screamed again, feeling like you were rearranging my organs, feeling like I was tearing in half, but feeling more full and hard than I ever thought possible.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt your grip loosen, and I clenched my ass, pushing the toy out halfway. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder, wanting to see what you were doing, but also wanting to lock eyes with you and remind you that I’m still here to be your fuck toy. I can’t manage to lock eyes though, because I see you kneeling behind me, drunkenly staring, eyes locked on the thick red dildo stretching out my ass beneath you. I watch you lick your lips and push your hips forward, resting the base of the dildo against your bare mound. I watch you wrap your oil-covered hand around the shaft of the toy, sliding up and down in long, slow strokes, never taking your eyes off my hole. A small smile crosses your lips, and I hear you whispering again, “See, baby? This is what I want. I want all of you. Every fucking inch of you.” You’re still stroking the dildo as if it was your own cock buried in my ass, pushing in and out every so slightly, watching my hole stretch to let it slide in and out. “Every fucking inch of you, baby boy. It’s all mine, and I’m going to take it whenever I want it.” I feel the pressure build as you lean over me, pushing another inch inside of me, and bringing your mouth to my ear again. “You’re my slut now, baby. Can you do that for me, sweetie? Can you be a slut for mommy?”
You know I occasionally indulge in a bit of a mommy fetish, but I’ve never really shared the experience with you and definitely never heard those words from your mouth before… And in this moment they set me on absolute fire. Before I even have time to think about what’s happening, I’m wiggling my ass back and forth a couple times, before pushing back on you, sliding the toy back inside even deeper than before. “Yes, mommy. Please fuck me, mommy. Make me your little fuck toy slut!” I screamed, genuinely surprising myself.
I looked over my shoulder again wincing, watching you throw your hips back and forth against the dildo, pounding my ass over and over again. I feel the palm of your hand spank me. Once, then again, then again. You’re in your own world again, I’m just a body for you to use. “Yes, that’s what I want to hear, you dirty boy,” you mutter to yourself in between breaths. “Yes, yes, yes, you little fucking slut. Look at you. What a good boy.” I’ve never even heard half of this stuff from you before, never seen you in such a trance, with such clear purpose. “You’re going to make mommy cum, you dirty little thing. Fucking that tight little ass of yours is going to make mommy cum. Is that what you want, baby boy?”
I’m so far gone at this point, I’ve never experienced anything so painful, so vulgar, so raw, so absolutely unhinged, as what I was seeing, hearing, and feeling in this moment. “Yes, mommy, please! Please cum for me, use my little hole however you want, whenever you want. Don’t fucking stop until I’m covered in your cum!” I’m basically screaming at this point, head on the bed, my ass up in the air getting pounded. One of your hands is gripping the dildo at its base, the other is firmly buried between your legs, and in between the filthy words all I hear is the palm of your hand slapping against your clit, and the sound of your hips slamming against my ass over and over again, impossible to tell which sound is which.
“Yes, right there, right fucking there,” I hear you cry, driving the thick dildo deep inside me one last time as the orgasm shakes through your body. “You are perfect, baby. You make mommy cum so good, baby boy,” you whisper, collapsing on top of me, the dildo still buried in my ass. You lay on top of me for several moments, muttering obscene nothings in my ear as you come back down to earth. I listen as you trail off, passing out on top of me, I’m covered in your sweat and cum. I wait a few minutes, listening as your breathing slows and your body goes limp, before gently rolling your off onto your pillow. I kiss your forehead, quietly moaning as I reach back and pull the thick red toy out of my ass, letting out a deep breath as I feel it leave my body.
The next morning you roll over and open your eyes, hung over, and confused. “Sorry I got home so late last night, I don’t even remember how I got home” you say, cuddling in close and resting your head under my arm, before falling back asleep.
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