Anything for You

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  The second party would take place at our house. I called Carol, one of my closest friends, and asked her to be in charge of the setup for the house party, since we’d be out, and have to stay out, until it was time for Dan to be surprised again. She agreed to help and we sent out invitations to our kinky friends.

  Finally, the big night came. The kids had left for sleepaway camp two days earlier. Carol had keys to the house. I’d made all my preparations and told Dan I’d spring for dinner and we were out the door.

  On the way to dinner, I mentioned that as a birthday present, I’d bought tickets to see one of his favorite bands, and we’d be heading there after dinner. That got him excited. Heading downtown, I asked Dan where he’d like to eat. His response was the usual: I don’t know. Where do you want to go? We batted around a few ideas and then I said, “Hey, look! There’s Braccos. We haven’t been there in a long time. How about that?”

  Pulling up to the curb, I told him to park the car and I’d see if I could get us a table. I jumped out of the car before he had time to complain. I watched him slide over and went inside to let the hostess know we were there. Everything was ready.

  When Dan came in, we followed the hostess to the back room where he practically jumped out of his skin when everyone yelled surprise. After he’d made the rounds and had his first cocktail, I wrangled him into a corner by the bathrooms. “Were you surprised?”

  “Oh, yeah. I can’t believe you did all this,” he said.

  “Well, your mother helped.” I reached into my purse and handed him something. “Be a good boy and take care of this for me, will you?” His mouth opened wide but before he could say anything, I continued, “Oh, wait. And here; put these on, too.” I pulled out a black lace thong and handed it to him. He immediately crumpled it up and stuffed everything into his pocket. I could see my little additions were having the desired effect on him, especially right after mentioning his mother. This was going to be fun.

  After a long pause, he said, “But what about the concert?”

  “Nobody’s going to see your underwear at the concert.”

  “Yeah, I know, but—what about the—other thing?”

  “Well, I’ll make a decision about that when the time comes. Hurry up, honey. You need to get back to your guests.” I gave him a peck on the lips and pushed him off toward the bathroom. Once he was gone, I rejoined the party.

  Almost a full fifteen minutes later, Dan reappeared. I chased him down and put my arm around his shoulder and led him to the tables. “You feeling all right, honey?” I asked. “I was beginning to worry. It’s time to order.” I slid my hand down his back and over the swell of his ass, moving a finger between his cheeks to feel for, and push on, the butt plug now seated in his rear. “And don’t think I don’t know what you were doing in there all this time,” I whispered before smacking his butt.

  Before taking seats together in the middle of the main table, his mother asked him if he was feeling all right. I could see the blush begin in the middle of his cheeks, but he assured her he was fine.

  Dan gingerly sat down and I pulled his thigh next to mine. “Open your legs, baby. Get comfortable,” I said, so everyone could hear. “You’re the birthday boy. Take as much room as you need.” I looked at the guests. “He’s just so polite,” I said.

  Under the table, I curled my fingers around his thigh just at his crotch, leaned in to him and whispered, “Spread ’em.” His blush deepened. His mother said something about wondering if he’d had too much to drink. “Not to worry,” I said. “I’m the designated driver.”

  The food was great and plentiful and the waiters kept everyone’s wineglasses filled. Taking my role seriously, I only had one glass of wine, knowing I’d be able to do more celebrating later. Whenever Dan looked like he was getting too comfortable, I’d ask him to reach over to pass me the salt, or lean back and relax, knowing the movements would wake the sensations in his ass. And whenever his mother would ask him a question, I’d stroke his cock through his jeans, or knead his balls. Being Dan, all this attention kept a continuous smile on his face, even if he occasionally became inarticulate.

  After a cheesecake with a candle in it and singing “Happy Birthday,” someone reminded Dan about the sizable pile of presents awaiting him. Unfortunately, since we had tickets, I said, we’d have to take them home with us for later, but we thanked everyone profusely.

  As people started to leave, poor Dan, with his half-erect cock, had to get up and say good-bye to everyone, smiling and blushing the whole time. Because his jeans were fairly tight, I don’t think people really noticed. Of course, I did—and Dan knew I did, as he cast glances my way from time to time. I smiled and nodded to him as I said good-bye to our friends as well.

  Sharon and Bill, the couple who would be joining us later, came up to say good-bye. Sharon gave Dan a hug and whispered, “I’ve been watching you blush all night. Just what has Laura been putting you through?” She stroked the edges of his ears, knowing it was an erogenous zone for him. “I can’t begin to imagine. Well, that’s not true. I’m sure I could imagine.” I saw his cock jump in his pants.

  When we left, Dan must have been too stimulated to remember to ask about taking the plug out of his ass, which I wouldn’t have allowed, anyway. We got to the car and I made a big production of looking through my purse.

  “Sweetie, I can’t believe it, I must have left the tickets at home. We’ll have to go back to get them.”

  “But we’ll miss the opening band.”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “They’re probably crap, anyway.”

  “Well, at least now I’ll be able to take this plug out of my ass,” he said.

  “Maybe.” He shot me a look. “Just think how interesting the bass will feel, vibrating through the plug,” I said and kissed him. “By the way, are those wet spots on your jeans? Think anyone noticed?” I started the engine and began to drive.

  All the way up the walk from the driveway, he kept trying to make deals with me to let him take the plug out. I gave him a wilting look and turned the key in the lock, pushing him through the open door. The lights came on and everyone yelled surprise and this time, I thought he might actually pass out.

  He looked over his shoulder at me. “Does this mean there’s no concert?”

  I prodded him farther into the entryway and closed the front door behind us. The guys had moved most of the living room furniture out of the way and set up various pieces of dungeon equipment. Food and drinks were set out in the dining room. There was a big banner hanging over the fireplace that said HAPPY 40TH DAN with multicolored balloons on either side and a table piled high with presents.

  Someone put a drink in Dan’s hand and about that time, Sharon and Bill arrived.

  “Was he surprised?” Sharon asked.

  “Oh, my god,” I said. “He was stunned. I think he’s still in shock.”

  Someone started to chant the word “presents” and soon everyone picked it up. “I think they want you to open your presents, honey,” I said.

  “They’re still out in the trunk.”

  “No, not those presents, these presents.” I gestured to the table of gifts in the living room. Dan’s eyes opened wide. I don’t think he’d noticed them before.

  George handed him a box wrapped in purple paper with pink bunnies. “Here, open this one first. It’s from Sandy and me.”

  “First things first,” I said. “Dan, you asked me for a favor? You’ll have to take your clothes off first.” Dan looked at me. “Well, didn’t you say you wanted to take the plug out of your ass? You’ll have to take your pants off to do that, won’t you? Go ahead, I’m sure our friends won’t mind waiting.” Dan blushed wildly. “Take the shirt off, too, baby. You’d look silly with a shirt on and no pants.” One of the guests snickered.

  Dan unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it in the corner. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his thighs to whistles and catcalls as the black lace thong was exposed.

  “Take
off the shoes and socks so you can get the pants all the way off. You’re keeping your guests waiting. Honestly, sometimes you can be so slow.” My words began to have the desired effect on his cock, which began to rise, pushing the thong out. “Look at that sweet, little thing. Isn’t it adorable?” Everyone laughed as my husband’s cock pushed the thong completely away from his body.

  “All right, bend over so I can remove the plug.”

  “But honey,” Dan said, “not here.”

  “Why not here? You said you wanted it out. Come on. You’re keeping our friends waiting. Don’t be rude.” Dan turned three shades of purple but slid the underwear over his fully erect cock and down his thighs and bent over, with his hands on the edge of the table. I reached down and stroked his ass before pulling out the plug to expose his nicely stretched asshole. “All right dear, you can pull your panties up now.”

  George held out his present again. “I think this is a good one to get things started,” he said.

  Dan opened it and started laughing. “Anal Ring Toss, why didn’t I guess?”

  I told Dan to kneel on the floor with his butt in the air. Deciding to leave the panties on, I pushed the scrap of fabric to the side and with the help of some lube, produced from a guest’s pocket, I inserted the new plug into Dan. A black rod stuck up about a foot from his ass.

  “Everyone gets a turn,” I said, handing out the three bright yellow rings. The first to make it gets to play with the birthday boy.” The game wasn’t so easy. It took two rounds before anyone got their ring over the pole. The whole time I told Dan how cute he looked with his balls threatening to fall out of the thong. He was grinning from ear to ear when I finally removed the ring-toss plug and he stood up.

  Since Sabrina won the game, she brought her present over to Dan next. It was a set of nipple clamps, which she applied to his chest. She led him over to the spanking bench set up in the living room and gave him a birthday spanking. I think it was hearing the spanking that got things started. Clothes were soon shed and people began to play.

  When the spanking was finished, Sharon and Bill, probably our closest friends, held out a package. The box contained a bunch of black straps and a purple dildo. “What is this?” Dan asked.

  “Oh, honey, I think that’s for me.” I took the box upstairs and changed into my black leather bustier and panties and attached the strap on to my hips. The purple dildo jutted out from my pubic bone at a jaunty angle as I walked back downstairs. The party was in full swing and Dan was up against the St. Andrew’s cross, getting flogged with a new flogger.

  I waited until the flogging was finished and then ordered Dan to turn around and face me. His eyes got big.

  “Oh. Ohhh.”

  “Time for everyone to watch me fuck you,” I said. He was still wearing the lace thong but his cock was all the way out of it now and standing away from his body. “Look what you’ve done to those nice panties,” I said. “It’s too bad you don’t know how to take better care of your things. Come over here.”

  Dan walked to me, his erection jiggling with each step. I slid my fingers under the waistband and snapped the lace apart, letting the thong fall to the floor before I ordered him back over the spanking bench.

  I ran my hands over his hot little rear and said, “My darling husband is forty years old tonight—”

  “But I’m not for—”

  I smacked his ass. “Yes, yes, I know, you’re not forty for another two days. I’ll amend my earlier statement.” I started again. “My darling husband is coming to the end of his thirties and will soon be completely and irrevocably over-the-hill.” Dan started to get up, but I put my hand on his back. Everyone laughed. “As some of you may know, Dan’s a bit of an exhibitionist.” That got a few more guffaws from the audience and a, “Hey, now,” from Dan.

  “I’m talking now,” I said and gave his bottom another smack, which got another round of laughter from the group. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted”—I punctuated the last word with another smack—“my darling husband would like nothing better than to show off in front of his friends and so, to make his birthday the big night it should be, I’ve decided that you should all bear witness to his very first ass fuck. I know it’s what he would want—if I were to give him a choice. Now, does anyone have some lube?” Four bottles were thrust toward me from the crowd. I chose one and nodded my thanks. “Oh, and thank you very much, Sharon and Bill, for my lovely new—er—Dan’s lovely new strap-on. What a thoughtful gift!” More laughter. “By the way, birthday spankings will take place immediately after his ass has been well and truly reamed.”

  I drizzled lube onto Dan’s exposed asshole. He squirmed from the sensation until I began rubbing it in with two fingers. I smoothed the lube inside him and added more before beginning to gently explore his opening. After sliding my index finger all the way in and slowly fucking him with it for a bit, I added more lube and inserted a second finger. That brought some complaining noises from Dan and a tensing of his muscles. I stilled. After all, I wanted this to be as pleasurable as he’d always dreamed it would be.

  “Oh, now how do you expect me to fuck you with my cock if two slender little fingers are too much for you,” I chided. Once he relaxed again, I added more lube and started again. “There, now, that’s better, isn’t it?” I watched the death grip he had on the spanking bench begin to loosen and his hand leave the bar he’d been gripping. “Don’t you dare touch yourself…” I said. His hand came back into sight. “…Until I tell you to.”

  By this time, he was getting into it and actively pushing back against my hand as I continued to fuck him. Withdrawing my fingers brought real noises of complaint. As I put lube on the dildo and added more to his ass, I said, “You’re a whiny, demanding brat, aren’t you? I suppose I’ll have to give you something to whine about, then,” and I pressed the head of the dildo against his anus. He grew still. “That’s right,” I said. I grabbed his hips and slowly inched it in until it was balls deep. Stopping there, I let him get a good feel for being completely filled.

  Slowly I withdrew, until I was almost out of him before pushing back inside, a little faster. I continued, faster each time, until I was actively pumping him. When he began pushing back against me with each of my thrusts, I told him he could touch himself and his hand shot to his cock. He was working hard by this time; we both were. His grunts and moans were escalating as sweat pooled at the small of his back.

  Beyond the stage of talking now, I watched his arm as the muscle danced. He was jacking his cock with real intent. When his motions became more erratic and his thrusts against me grew more powerful, I slowed my fucking, but matched his intensity, shoving my purple cock in harder and harder, trying to bury myself, through the silicone appendage, inside my husband. With a strangled cry, he came.

  I stopped thrusting, staying still inside him, and watched his muscles contract with each spasm of his orgasm. I heard someone say, “Oh, yeah,” and when he was finished, I slowly withdrew.

  He lay there for a while, panting, waiting for his heart rate to slow.

  “I hope you realize you’re going to have to clean that up,” I said and watched as his body shook with his chuckles. I stroked his back, leaned over him and kissed his neck before he turned his head to kiss me properly. The guy looked completely spent. He started to get up and I gently pushed him back down.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. “Your guests are waiting to give you your birthday spankings. What the hell kind of host are you, anyway?”

  And it was true; our friends had indeed lined up, eagerly awaiting their turns. I removed the strap-on and went around to Dan’s head. Kneeling in front of him, I stroked his damp hair and kissed him as the first spank landed.

  “I love you,” he mouthed before saying, “Ouch,” to a particularly well-placed smack.

  “Happy birthday. I love you, too,” I said.

  THE GUEST STAR

  Sinclair Sexsmith

  It is
always different to fuck somebody new. New skin, new lips, new way she kisses, new way she writhes, new way she comes. I don’t make a lot of assumptions the first time. I don’t expect us to get off; I don’t expect to be able to tell when she comes, if she does. I don’t expect dirty talk, I don’t expect a lot of communication about what’s what. Of course I do my best at all of those things—but with someone new, you just never know. Maybe it’s the chivalrous service top in me, but I watch for cues and tend to take them from her, as best I can.

  Which is how I ended up stroking my cock, still wearing my T-shirt, my back up against the wall in my room, watching Kristen get fisted. By someone else.

  After watching her get seduced.

  Kristen and I had both noticed Gabrielle when we met her at a queer event a month or so before, so when she was in town this time, we made sure to make plans to meet up for a drink. Who knows what will happen, I told myself. Kristen told me she thought Gabrielle was pretty, and slutty and smutty and loudmouthed enough to be that big river of energy that Kristen often seeks in those close to her. Gabrielle was running late. No ETA exactly. When we went off to meet her, I was a little bit skeptical about whether she’d even show. “I half expect to get stood up,” I joked. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Gabrielle. When I thought about it later, I realized it was because I had no part in setting up this date. Kristen and Gabrielle arranged it, and though Kristen texted me to ask where we should meet up (the dyke bar in Brooklyn, of course), I had almost no part in the asking, the saying yes, the gauging of how interested or not Gabrielle might be.

  All night, I had trouble reading Gabrielle. I was interested and curious about her—she’s a smart, hot femme who it seems can make anybody laugh. Her style is cute and chic. She’s short, a little shorter than Kristen even, who is five foot two, and not thin but not so heavy, just enough that I want to grip the flesh on her thighs. She talks a lot and says interesting things about all sorts of topics—being poly, education, art. I’d liked her immediately when we’d met.