Taken aback, I finally managed – I think – to mutter, the hand still on the doorbell:
— You are… gorgeous.
Laura laughed a playful laugh, visibly pleased with her effect. Observing her from top to bottom, it was difficult to recognise in the lovely woman who had opened the door my timid girlfriend. She had chosen a light flower dress, buttoned on the front and finishing mid-thighs to better reveal her legs covered in black nylons and ending with pumps.
I had been going out with Laura for the past two years, and I had seldom seen her wear anything other than ample flannel shirts, black trousers and Doc Martens and, despite always looking cute, with her big brown eyes and red hair, her little upturned nose covered with freckles, and her soft white skin. Never had I seen her so frighteningly sexy.
After a few moments of dazzled silence, as my blood had decided to come in higher parts of my body, I gave the flowers I had bought for our anniversary. She threw her arms around my neck, approaching her red lips to my ear.
— And you haven’t seen everything yet, baby, she whispered, as she was dragging me inside.
Her parents had left the house to visit some of the Loire châteaux for the weekend to leave us in peace to celebrate our two-year anniversary: we had the house to ourselves, and I had been hoping to make the most of it – but it was clear that she was well ahead of me as to how this weekend was going to pan out. She was ready!
Laura brought me inside. My eyes were feasting on her hips and arse, as the thin fabric of her dress was swirling around her. She brought me straight into her bedroom upstairs, slamming the door shut, and started kissing me with passion, her hands slipping under my shirt. I could not hold back myself, I was kissing back, caressing her sweet-smelling hair, her back, her hips. Feeling more adventurous, my fingers went down to her thighs, excited to discover the thin material of stockings finishing up her legs; I could feel I was getting very hard.
Suddenly Laura pushed me back, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Stop. From now on, I command, you obey.”
I stared at her.
“— What… What do you mean?
— You will know in due time. You may refuse now. But if you accept, you are to do everything I say.”
After a few seconds of hesitation, I nodded, intrigued by what she had in store for me. She jumped on me, starting to undress me, while slapping my hands off her. Quickly she attacked my underpants, and I was standing naked in her bedroom, at the foot of her bed.
“Stay there, don’t move” Assertive. Self-confident. Radiant. Terribly hot. What had happened to my shy girlfriend?
She walked to her pillow, and, as she lifted it, I saw what was hidden under: several pairs of handcuffs, along with some thick rope. She started by cuffing my right wrist, attaching the other end to a rope secured to the curtain rail; she then attached my other wrist’s cuff to the frame securing her bookshelves to the wall. Quickly, she proceeded to attach my ankles, one to the heater, the other to another frame at the bottom of the shelves.
I was amused by the whole process and the efforts she was putting in, her dress lifting up in the process, revealing a sexy tanga slipping between her arse cheeks. Once finished, she stared into my eyes, pleased with herself, that mischievous smile broader than ever. I was already hard, my penis jumping in front of me, and as I was testing my cuffs, I started to realise her installation was efficient. Scarily so.
She put some soft music on, and came back in front of me. Slowly, she started to unbutton her dress, first revealing her amazing heavy breasts starred with freckles, maintained by a lacy black and green bra, her lovely alabaster tummy, her matching tanga, and her long white legs outlined by the stockings. I tried to move forward to touch her, but no joy: I was her prisoner. She laughed to see me so powerless and aroused.
Laura walked to her nightstand, and from the drawer she took something I couldn’t quite see. As she came back in front of me, she cupped my cock very softly, and with her other hand slipped around it a black opaque condom, which she expertly unrolled on the whole length of my shaft; she then put some sort of tight elastic band, which she left at the bottom of my sex, gripping me quite tightly.
What an odd sight to see my dick wrapped in that black condom, feeling hard like never before, in the claws of that rubber cock ring! She stared at it for a few seconds, making some pleased noises, and finally said:
“Perfect, you look rock hard for me.”
She licked her lips, and continued her strip-tease; she freed her breasts, slowly, dropping her bra to the floor, revealing her light pink nipples, raised towards me. Then, slipping her thumbs under her tanga, she slowly bent down, removing it while keeping her eyes straight into mine, like a dare. Her fiery patch of red appeared, driving me crazy. I was now struggling even harder to free myself and jump on her.
She started to lasciviously dance in front of me, caressing her body, her large breasts, pinching the tip of her nipples, and going down between her legs, sliding her fingers on her mound of fire. She kept looking at me, laughing and making the most arousing moans. She then let herself fall on the bed, still looking at the strange sight of me, stark naked, except for a hard cock in a tuxedo. From under the other pillow she pulled out a big black dildo – clearly much bigger than me.
I didn’t know she had such a toy, or even that she liked to play with herself, and to see her bring it to her mouth to lick it drove me mad. My penis was bouncing in front of me, as I was trying to break free. She didn’t waste a second and started masturbating, with one hand burying the black shaft deep inside her, the other rubbing her clitoris with urgency. After a few minutes of intense masturbation, she came, in a last intense moan. I could not believe my eyes.
She brought the dildo to my face, glistening with her own pleasure.
“Hmmm, see how big this is? Fills me completely! I love to play with this toy when you are not here!”
She approached it from my lips, and like in a trance, I let her slid the tip in my mouth. It tasted of her pussy, she pushed the dildo deeper, starting going back and forth. I tried to rub my cock against her belly, hoping to finally get a bit of pleasure, but she noticed and stepped away while still shoving the big cock in my mouth.
“Very good, come on, taste me!”
Her fingertips came grazing my cock, but too lightly for me to get any satisfaction. She could see my frustration, and continued to make me suck that cock covered with her arousal.
She came around me, still holding the dildo in my mouth. I could feel her heavy breasts in my back, the light caress of her pubic hairs against my bottom. Her fingertips went from my sex to my hip, and then on my buttock. She reached out between my legs to cup my balls, making them roll in her palm. I was rock hard, I felt I could come with the lightest touch on my compressed penis.
Her fingers made their way back, first on my perineum, and slowly getting to my anus. Feeling my hole at the tips of her fingers, she chuckled, and as I tried to protest, she pushed the dildo further into my mouth.
“ah-ah, you promised, remember? Anything.” she said softly.
She finally pushed a finger in me, as I was trying to pull on my restraints. I was ashamed, embarrassed, but that finger, deep inside me, did feel good. I suddenly felt something wet on my buttock, and realised Laura was spitting on me. Her fingers collected the spit and now lubricated, her finger went back in my arse, quickly followed by a second one.
Much to my shame, I started to push on her fingers, arching my back as much as I could; Laura pressed harder against me. She whispered in my ear:
“Oh yes, you seem to enjoy this, do you like my fingers up your arse?”
I could only respond with a moan, the dildo in my throat.
“Tell me, have you ever wanked, imagining you were fucking me up the arse?”
Her fingers went deeper, a third finger joining the other ones, stretching me further. She took the dildo out my mouth.
“— Tell me
— Yes
— Oh, and how was it?”
She walked away from me, and in my back, I could hear her opening her chest of drawers and some rustling, as she was looking for something no doubt hidden under her clothes. Stretched as I was, I could not turn my head enough to see what she was up to, I was getting worried. As I was trying hard to turn, my cock was bouncing in front of me, harder than ever. My balls were hanging miserably between my legs, feeling heavy.
She came back behind me, and as she pressed herself again against me, I could feel something prodding between my butt cheeks, cold and sticky and hard.
“Well, I also wank, imagining I fuck you up the arse. And I really feel like sodomising you, right now.”
I must have whimpered. My muscles, stretched to the max, were aching; my dick, imprisoned in its tight prison, was hurting. I was at her mercy. I then felt her hand, grabbing the dildo firmly, guiding it slowly but surely towards my butt hole. I felt the tip first, entering me slowly, as she started to kiss my neck, and my ear.
“Oh yes, I have thought about this quite a lot. Can you feel my cock back there?” she asked in a quiet voice.
— Yes, I said
— Is that how you imagine you fucking my tight little arse?
She pushed further, and suddenly, in a forceful move of her hips, she was completely inside me. I groaned loudly, feeling a bit of pain, but also turned on at being so stretched by my girlfriend’s big dildo. Pressing against me, her big breasts in my back, she was deep inside me.
“— Oh Laura, what are you doing to me?
— Do you like it? Do you like that I am fucking your virgin arsehole?
— Y… Yes” I admitted, ashamed.
She started going back and forth, holding my hips with a firm grip. I could feel the tip of her cock hitting my prostate, a feeling I had never experienced before – it was just like masturbating from the inside.
“So nice to see my cock going inside you, now I know why you like to watch when you go inside me!”
She continued fucking me with a demented rhythm. Her hand reached around, first gripping my balls, and then my cock. I knew I was about to come.
“You feel so big in my hand, I don’t think I have seen you so hard and big. Are you going to come for me?”
I could only make some random noises in response. She was now wanking me with vigour, while still thrusting hard; I was getting close.
“Come for me now, my good boy, I want you to fill that condom for me!”
Those last words pushed me over: I came hard, multiple shots that filled the condom, as the cock ring was still squeezing me hard. Laura slowly pulled back, and came around in front of me, a sheepish smile now on her face, the dildo bouncing in front of her, hanging off a harness. She kissed me, with passion, as her hands started to free my cock off the ring and the condom. Incredulous, I watched her bring the condom to my lips, and pour its content into my mouth, with satisfied playful giggles.
And as she came to kiss me again, my mouth full of sperm, still spreadeagled uncomfortably across her room, she whispered: “Happy anniversary!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/odkp71/anniversary_pegging
Very nicely written