“Don’t think of it like that if that’s hard to get over. Think of it as broadening our sex life. You’ve always been open to new things. Think of this as just another new thing.”
“Ok,” I said skeptically. I was desperate to have him back and would have been willing to do anything.
“Let me go out to my car. I’ll be right back,” he said as he rose from the couch and exited the front door.
I sat nervous and excited. He was back, he didn’t care about the other men…SEX!!! Life was finally looking up again. Coming to my senses I jumped from the couch and ran into the bedroom. I tossed my mess into a corner and grabbed some sexy lingerie from a drawer. I had bought it before the incident but had never had a chance to wear it. A fully see through black lace teddy with a matching G-string. I jotted into the bathroom and quickly removed my dirty pajamas and changed into the brand new attire. When I heard the front door shut again I knew he’d returned and I ran to the bedroom door.
The moment that Chris saw me he stopped dead in his tracks. I could see him resisting the urge to run to me and throw me on the bed. I could see his breathing picking up as his chest rose and fell quickly. His mouth dropped open and he just starred. I smiled broadly. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist this outfit. I had picked well.
In his hand he carried a large duffel bag. I had no way of knowing what was in the bag for certain but I figured it had something to do with my punishment.
“I need you to get on the bed. Lie on your back first,” he said. I turned and walked back into the bedroom and did as he asked.
Chris unzipped the bag and pulled out a set of restraints. We had played with these some before so I wasn’t caught too off-guard by their appearance. He placed them where he would use them but did not tie me down – yet.
“What I’m about to do to you is going to sting a little but you cannot remove it,” he said as he pulled a set of nipple clamps from his bag. These we had not played with before.
Reaching down he pulled the lace of my teddy to the side of my boobs. He gently ran his thumbs over each of my hardening nubs and then bent over my body. He brought his face to my right tit and began to tongue my nipple. After having been apart from him for so long it was one of the most erotic feelings I’ve ever had. Gripping my left breast he moved along to it and began to tease it with his tongue as well. I loved the feel of his mouth on my body and I couldn’t stop myself as I began to arch my back. He hungrily licked and bit my nipples until he found himself getting carried away and he pulled back. He produced the nipple clamps. I tried not to cry out as he attached each. I had to fight the urge to remove them and with time I grew to accept their steady pressure on my body.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as he returned to his bag. I watched as he pulled out a butt plug. We had talked about anal play a bit but had yet to venture into this territory. Not out of worry but mostly because we were having too much fun with our bodies otherwise. With his other hand he pulled out a small container of lube.
Chris set the items down on the side table and moved to the restraints.
“Roll onto your stomach.” I did as he asked and he bound my hands together and then moved to the foot of the bed where he pulled my legs to either side and tied them to the bedpost. He left them fairly loose so that I was able to get up onto my knees when he requested that I do so.
With my ass sky-high, he removed his clothes and then climbed onto the bed behind me. Pulling my ass cheeks apart he dipped down and brought his face to my asshole. He held me apart as he began to lick my ass. He didn’t spend a ton of time eating my ass but mostly worked to lubricate it some with his saliva and then he pulled back and began to circle my asshole with one of his long fingers. Slowly he began to press harder until he was able to sink his finger inside of me. With his palm on my ass cheek he worked his finger in and out of me some until he was satisfied. Removing his finger he grabbed the lube and squirted some into his hand and then gripped the butt plug. He coated it fully and then began to press it to my ass.
I was already loosened some so the plug began to slip in fairly easily. I concentrated on trying to relax. I had read somewhere that focusing on your breathing and not clenching can help make it less painful. I felt my ass spreading wider and wider. The plug eventually slid all the way in and I felt proud that I had taken it like a pro.
“Good girl,” he said as he rose from the bed again. This time he produced a blind fold and tied it down over my head. He was careful to ensure that I couldn’t see around the blind and I was left completely in the dark. “Do you know how hard it is not to just slam you against the bed and fuck you right now?”
“Yes,” I said as I wished he would do that exact thing. I was dying to be pounded by him. The plug in my ass was doing nothing to satiate my desire, in fact it was making it worse. I needed to feel him thrusting inside of me. I needed his cock. “Please,” I begged.
“Soon,” he said just before I felt the paddle hard against my ass. The paddle thrust the plug deeper into my asshole and left a stinging feeling across both of my cheeks. I cried out from the surprise and wondered if he was going to hit me again.
I didn’t have to wait long for the next slap of the paddle. The sound of it against my soft ass rang out through the room. He continued to paddle me and I began to like it. With each grunt he hit me slightly harder driving the plug into me over and over. I could feel my skin turning red as the heat spread throughout my lower regions. He stopped after ten spankings and I could hear him ruffling the items in his bag again.
Moments later I felt a new type of sting across my back. It wasn’t as painful as the paddle had been but after several passes it was beginning to do its job. I could imagine my back looking like a collection of long-lined welts. I could hear his breathing hitching with each new hit. I could tell he was getting off on this and in my mind I imagined his cock hard and jutting out before him.
I heard him toss the device into the corner of the room as he climbed onto the bed behind me. He’d had enough, he couldn’t wait any longer. I felt his cock brush my leg as he gripped himself and angled into my dripping cunt. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my life and he slit in with no resistance. With the plug still in my ass it was a unique sensation to be “double stuffed” as he began to thrust in and out of me. Each forward motion he would bump the plug and would drive it in as well. It was almost too much to process after so long.
It only took a few pumps before I was moaning in ecstasy. He gripped my shoulders and held me steady as he moaned along with me. He pumped himself into me as hard as he could and when he began to move erratically I knew he would cum soon, but instead he slowed, and then completely stopped.
His hand traipsed across my ass and then plucked the plug out of my ass. He withdrew his cock and moved it to the gaping hole of my asshole. He was already wet and slick from my pussy juices as he began to grind himself into my ass. My breathing hitched as he stretched me wider and wider. He was much larger than the plug he had used and it felt like my ass was being stretched to its limit. I grit my teeth as he drove deeper. I wanted to take him, I knew I could take him, but first times are always tough.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said as he brushed his hand down my back.
“Keep going,” I said as I bit my lip.
He gripped my hips and began to move in and out of my ass. He started at a slow pace that picked up over the next few minutes until he was full on pounding me. He felt massive as he stretched my asshole wide. I arched my back and thrust back against him wanting him to go as deep as he could. I wanted to feel every centimeter of him. The next few minutes were a blur as we moved together, his cock thrust deep into my ass, me pushing myself back against him. I could feel his balls slapping against my body and when he began to shiver and clench his abs I knew I would be taking his load soon.
I clenched my body around his cock and waited for him to give me what I wanted. My own orgasm was about to overtake me and I was doing my be
st to hold out, but against my will the wave crested and I couldn’t help myself as I began to shake. Just as my pussy and asshole began to clench he drove himself hard into me one last time. Fully seated he came. I could feel his cum filling my asshole as he let loose stream after hot stream. When he was finished he collapsed against my back and sandwiched me between his body and the bed.
The clamps on my nipples still pinched unpleasantly but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him to move. I had been waiting to feel his body move with mine again and I could bear a bit of discomfort if it meant I had him with me.
Rolling over onto his side he slid out of my ass. He reached and untied my binding and then unclamped my nipples. Looking down I could see that they were red and sore, but I didn’t care. I moved onto my side to look at him and was pleased to find that he looked happy. He reached forward and pulled me to him. He kissed the top of my head and said to me:
“We can play these games again, but please don’t ever sleep with anyone else.”
I whispered, “Ok,” and then leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heart as I fell asleep.
Desperate Desires
BY
Lacey St. Claire
Mandy is a voluptuous BBW that has managed to snag one of the hottest men in town. Ben is fit and chiseled and every woman’s dream…and he has plans for Mandy.
“I want to tie you up, baby” was all he had to say to get Mandy’s motor running.
Yet, this sexy man doesn’t just want to tie her up, he wants to draw it out as long as possible. He has a brand new box of toys but Mandy is going to have to wait until Ben is good and ready to punish her. Blindfolded, gagged, plugged, and clamped, she’ll be quivering and desperate long before he lays a single hand on her.
Desperate Desires
When Mandy met Ben in the local downtown bar she never would have believed that in just a few months’ time she’d be lying on his bed wearing nothing but a navy satin blindfold. She never would have believed that she, of all people, would have caught Ben’s eye in the first place. Mandy was what her mother politely referred to as “a bigger girl”, and Mandy wasn’t one to skirt around the issue. She knew she was never going to be a size-zero runway model. She was composed of a plump stomach, thick thighs, and a voluptuous round ass. She had jiggled obscenely under her too-tight workout clothes the few times she had gone to the gym. Each time she went she had convinced herself that it was to try and “fix the problem” but deep down she knew there was no chance in hell she could ever really give up carbohydrates. She was used to her body and had come to terms with its curves.
Still, despite her acceptance, Mandy was not overly fond of her looks…so when she first met Ben she thought that it was all just a big prank between him and his friends. She could almost imagine his friends in the corner booth giggling as he teased her along, only to laugh at her when things went too far. It had happened to her a lot in college, and she was determined not to let it happen ever again. How could a guy like that ever go for a girl like her anyway? Tall, lean, muscular, features so chiseled it was bordering on cliché. He looked like someone that would be with a head cheerleader type, not a real curvy woman.
Despite her apprehension, she couldn’t deny that there was a true sincerity in his smooth voice, and the way the lights of the bar danced over his warm brown skin was like something out of a dream. In short, he was irresistible. That first night he had said something off-hand, vaguely sexual but not crude and her mouth had watered with desire.
They began dating. They started having sex and then they moved in together. Things were moving along quickly, and then Ben said something that threw her for the most exciting loop of her life.
“I want to tie you up, baby,” he murmured as he kissed down the flushed skin of her pale neck. They had been spending the afternoon on the couch when he began unbuttoning her shirt. With each button he moved down her chest, “…And I want to punish you for all the things you do to me.”
In the back of her mind, a very calm, very reasonable thought was pushing to the surface, “Punish?” but for all of her hesitation, the voice was not nearly loud enough to shake off the thrum of desire that was pulsing through her. Mandy had no idea what “punishment” could entail but she quickly realized that she was dying to find out. To her surprise she thought that she might actually want to be punished a lot. The realization scared her a bit and she blushed crimson red as Ben continued his ministrations.
“Do you like the sound of that?”
“Yes…” she breathed out.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured against her flushed skin.
A hot jolt shot down into her core as he teased her with his agile fingers. He did not touch her properly though. He ghosted over the cloth of her shirt and bra, down her stomach, over the peaks of her nipples, and over the denim of her jeans. She was warm and ready and wanted more, more, more!
She reached for Ben’s face, trying to pull him back. She needed to connect to him and she wanted to feel his mouth on hers, to taste him inside of her mouth, but instead of following her lead - he paused. He took each of her wrists and gently placed them back on the couch.
“No touching.”
“What?”
“I said I was going to punish you, baby girl. Do you know what that means?”
She shook her head, staring into his hazel eyes, lips parted and breath coming just a little heavier in her chest. As Mandy looked up at him she thought that maybe this was the start of something different — not worse but definitely different and definitely interesting. She wanted him to explain what “punishment” meant. She wanted it more than she wanted to breathe; she wanted it almost as much as she wanted his fingers inside of her, his cock inside of her.
She bit her lip to quell her desire but he reached up to her mouth and pulled her lip from between her teeth. He kept his thumb resting on her red bottom lip as he starred deeply into her eyes.
“It means that today I’m going to stretch your desire out as long as possible. You’re going to feel like you can’t take it anymore and then I’m going to make you wait even longer,” he whispered. He was so close she could his breath against her cheek. Perhaps his pupils were just a little dilated from arousal, and maybe there was a slight bulge in his pants, but without those telling indicators it would have been hard to tell that he was turned on at all. He looked so in control, he looked absolutely prepared to take control, and Mandy was dying to let him.
“You do the worst things to me. I can’t even finish a finance report because I’m too busy thinking about you,” he said.
She thought she sounded a lot braver than she felt when she replied with a cheeky, “What kind of things do you think about me?” As the words left her mouth he began to run his lips and teeth over the sensitive areas of her neck.
“I think about your ass mostly, and those perfect thick thighs.” He smirked against her skin and she could not help but grin up at the ceiling in response. “And about what’s between them.”
It was Mandy’s turn to smirk. “Dork.”
He hummed and brought his hands back up to her neck, touching her in a way that made it feel like lightning was passing through her skin. Everywhere he touched felt like an electric shock.
“I think,” he continued, “about what I could do to you if you were entirely helpless.”
“Entirely helpless? Tied up, you mean? Like you said?”
He hummed again. “That’s one part of it.”
He pulled back again, and took out his cell phone to check the time. Mandy almost whimpered, arching up a little on the couch for more contact, but she found herself suddenly alone.
“Duty calls, I gotta get into work for that meeting I was talking about; don’t want to be late.”
“What?” The word came out as a soft breath, exasperated, trembling on her lips. “Now?”
“Sorry, baby girl.” He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead as she pouted up at him almos
t angry at his quick departure.
He did not sound sorry at all.
She thought about the collection of toys in her nightstand drawer and decided that she could pull them out the moment that he was gone; that was the only thing that kept her from reaching up and jerking him back down on top of her, grinding herself against his thighs until she found release — it wouldn’t take long with the things he had been saying to her, doing to her. She pulled herself to her feet and started to button her blouse once more, watching as he gathered his messenger bag and found his keys and wallet.
Mandy walked with him to the door of the apartment and he turned around and kissed her again.
“You don’t get to come until I say,” he said easily. It was as easy as if he had said “make sure to grab some milk at the grocery store.”
She pulled him back to stare at him, her mouth falling open. “What?!”
“I’ll see you tonight, girl. Can you behave yourself?”
She gaped. “No!”
He laughed then, and pulled her into one more kiss. “Don’t come. It’ll be fun. I’ll check in when I get a chance.”
With that he turned around and was gone. Mandy was alone in the apartment. She squeezed her thighs together a little, feeling the wet slide of her sex.
Fuck him, she thought.
She heard his car back out of the apartment complex garage and she moved to their bedroom, pulling open the drawer of the nightstand.
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