The Glass Pipe
He forgot his little glass pipe at my house. The kind that is just one slender tube, that has a bowl at the tip, like a glass joint. Of course I was going to give it back to him… but I had an idea, first.
The length of the pipe was twisted, like how they make taffy, and had these nice little ridges along it. It reminded me of my little glass *toy* I often use along with my vibrating wand. Hence, what sparked my imagination and gave me my idea.
I picked up his pipe, washed it out, and brought it into my bedroom.
“When I give him this back,” I thought to myself, “ I want him to smell me. To taste me.” Knowing we couldn’t fuck, I thought it might be cruel to tease him that way… but the thought of him picking it up and noticing the scent, MY scent, and then getting aroused, made me so wet that I just HAD to. So, as I lay in bed with his pipe and my wand, I thought about that moment. The moment he noticed, the look of realization in his eyes, the flare of his nostrils as he inhaled the scent even deeper once he knew. And then the thought of him licking it. Licking my cum off of the pipe…
I turned on my vibe and dipped his pipe into my soaking pussy, getting wetter and more aroused as I thought about his dick getting hard from the taste, and the forbidden knowledge. I imagined him sucking and licking it clean while working his cock with his hand; him imagining eating my sweet little pussy while my mouth was wrapped around his throbbing cock… and I came. I came HARD. Covering his pipe in my juices, moaning his name softly to myself.
Once I was temporarily spent, I quickly put the pipe in a small ziplock bag and hurried down the street to his house. Perfect, his car was in the driveway, but no one else’s was. Which meant he was home alone. I knocked loudly and then sprinted back down the block to my house, quickly texting him that I left his pipe under the welcome mat… and then I waited.
The first response back to me was the regular, expected “thank you” for returning the piece. Then a few minutes of silence. And then, a different response. Not a text, but a picture. A picture that made it very clear he realized what I had done… The photo was of his new toy; the one with suction. The picture showed the front of the toy, the opening clenched tightly around a rock hard shaft. My breath caught, my knees felt weak, and my pussy twitched and dribbled. I was caught off guard. I didn’t expect to get such a photo from him. I asked him how I tasted and he said I tasted exactly how he always imagined, like peach candies. I melted. I replied with a photo of my peach; my thong panties pulled up tight so that my lips protruded from the sides. The center of the fabric dark with juice. The response from him this time, a short video of his toy slowly sliding up and down the length of his shaft, flexing it as he went. I couldn’t stand it. I needed more. Needed him to cum. I got my little glass toy that hits right at my gspot and sent him my own short clip sliding in and out, and told him to cum for me. His cum is mine and I wanted it. He had to obey. I told him what to imagine, my fantasy while I fucked myself with his pipe, from earlier. He, of course, did not disappoint. I put what he sent back to me on loop and came two more times, back to back, watching his dick pulse and flex and cum into his toy, and listened to his heavy, labored breath and soft moan as he did so with the volume all the way up.
At least… that’s how I wish I could have returned his pipe… in my fantasies….
One day, my Bear. One day… ???♀️???
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