Weekend Fun
It had been a stressful week for both of us at work. We both needed to blow off some steam and relax a bit. I got home a little early and fortunately got to the mailbox first. I had ordered this on a whim a week ago online thinking that just maybe it was time to get a little bigger. The one we had been using was fine, basically the same size as his own penis erect. But I thought well now maybe it was time to up the ante and take over the reins.
We never talked about it. We didn't have to. I didn't tell him that I had made the purchase, and he didn't know it was coming. But slowly over time, we had somehow arrived at some unspoken understanding. When push came to shove he wanted me to call the shots. And I wanted to call them too. I wanted to be the lead singer in this little two person band of ours, and I wanted him to sing harmony with me. Willingly, gladly and gratefully. He has already submitted to my love so many times before, would this evening really be so different?
I still remember the first time I fingered his little hole while giving him a blow job. He squealed like a little girl and then gushed so hard in my mouth that I almost chocked. I spit most of it out on his stomach and later washed it off with a warm towel. We would repeat that scene many times and he would always coo and whimper. As time passed, I would add a second finger and anal lube that I had purchased online. And then one crazy evening, I used a dildo in his hole with what must have been a half a bottle of that lube. This was the first dildo that we had, the one that was the same size as his cock. Then I bought the harness. Our dildo fit perfectly into the harness. I remember laughing so hard to myself watching it swing wildly from my hips in front of the bathroom mirror. I had played with it like that several times before I officially pegged him. But that first time that I came out of the bathroom after my shower wearing nothing but my open robe and my strapon harness and oiled up dildo to the sound of jazz on our stereo and the scent of lavender candles in the room, I saw a look of shock and fear. I was afraid that he was going to have an anxiety attack. Playing with his ass so many times before was one thing. Maybe this was different? Maybe pegging is another bridge that must be carefully crossed? But seeing him lying naked on our bed, waiting for me, I just knew. His eyes were so wide, like saucers. He looked afraid, but his cock was betraying him. It was stiffening by the second and then began to twitch and even leak precum. I smiled and asked him, "Are you ready for my cock baby?" "Your... your cock? I... I dunno. I don't think I'm ready for this. I dunno." "Oh, don't be silly. Yes, you are. You know it. Admit. You want me to do you. You've wanted me to do you for a very long time. Admit it, baby. Say yes to me." I moved closer and crawled onto the bed, straddling him, our faces, our eyes, our lips, and our two cocks touching. I kissed him deeply on his mouth, my tongue probing deeply. He whimpered again as I kissed him, and I could feel his whole body shiver. With one hand I forcefully took a hold of his chin and with the other I reached down and gripped hard on his swollen penis. I began to rub our two cocks together. He gasped. "Now, say yes to me."
Well, of course he did. He said yes and please and again and don't stop, keep going pretty much all weekend long. Until the weekend was done and he tried to turn back into the breadwinner guy again. And then our next weekend would arrive. And sometimes I would let him make love to me. He does have a serviceable cock, and I love sex. But more often than not, I have become the one doing the penetrating in our relationship. And I have come to the conclusion that we both like it that way. We have been through too many weekends of submission to think otherwise. So today, when he gets home, I want to use this new one and make him give me his all.
Like I said, I got home first. When he arrived and opened the door, I gave him a kiss and a pat on the ass. "I'm going to take a shower hon. Wanna start dinner?" "Sure." I could hear the skillet start to sizzle as I stepped into the shower. The warm water felt so good. Once out, I dried off a bit and strapped on my harness. Once I slipped the new one in, I was pretty impressed. I had played flip flopped in the mirror with the old one before, but this was awesome! Oh my God! This is incredible. There is a big difference between 6 inches and 10. This will wreck him. But you know what? Don't care. He wants it. And I am just the girl to give it."\
I came into the kitchen and he was in front of the sink washing cups. I grabbed him around the waist and then pressed tightly against his backside, grinding against his rear end. I licked and nibbled at his earlobe and neck. He cooed and seemed to have lost concentration. With a single move, I pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles and forced a finger into his little back hole. That he could manage to stand at all was always kind of impressive to me. I had always just imagined that one night he would turn around and around and fall to his knees and suck my strapon . But that hasn't happened yet. It will eventually though, if I decide that will happen.
With a very well lubed finger I began to finger him. I bit hard on his earlobe and grabbed his hair from behind. "Turn off the skillet, bitch." His hand fumbled to oblige as I began to explore his crack with my new massive dong. He felt it. I could tell he knew this was much bigger. He sighed. "Do you feel it, sugar? It just came in today. It's so big. It's much bigger than your little thing. I think that we should go with this one from now on, don't you? Now bend over baby. I am going to pound you until you cum. Are you okay with that?"
"Oh, no! Oh, geez. How big is it? It's too big. It's so big. I can't, I can't, I can't! Oh god!" And after that he kind of stopped making words. Just basically moaning and cooing sounds and zero resistance. The harder I pounded into him with this big new thing of ours, the more he reciprocated. Involuntarily moaning and blathering and attempting to pound back to meet my thrusts so deep into him. He would try sometimes to touch his cock and stroke it to ejaculation, but I would always catch that and slap his hand away. "No! Don't do that!" I would say in a stern voice and then slap his ass hard. That only made him squirt a bit more pre-cum. And his pre-cum was pretty much oozing a constant little stream of white goo from the tip of his penis to the floor by now. But that was not what I wanted. I wanted him to cum hands free without him or me touching his penis. This is what I have wanted for a long time. So I increased my rhythm. I drove deeper in than I ever had before. All the way in and out with this new cock of mine. Pounding hard and fast and steady, and then slowly pulling almost all of the way out before slamming in all the way again until he screams and squirts his load of goory gunk all over the kitchen floor.
"You made a big mess, sweetie. Need to clean this up. Towels are all in the washer. You might have to use your tongue.""
We never talked about it. We didn't have to. I didn't tell him that I had made the purchase, and he didn't know it was coming. But slowly over time, we had somehow arrived at some unspoken understanding. When push came to shove he wanted me to call the shots. And I wanted to call them too. I wanted to be the lead singer in this little two person band of ours, and I wanted him to sing harmony with me. Willingly, gladly and gratefully. He has already submitted to my love so many times before, would this evening really be so different?
I still remember the first time I fingered his little hole while giving him a blow job. He squealed like a little girl and then gushed so hard in my mouth that I almost chocked. I spit most of it out on his stomach and later washed it off with a warm towel. We would repeat that scene many times and he would always coo and whimper. As time passed, I would add a second finger and anal lube that I had purchased online. And then one crazy evening, I used a dildo in his hole with what must have been a half a bottle of that lube. This was the first dildo that we had, the one that was the same size as his cock. Then I bought the harness. Our dildo fit perfectly into the harness. I remember laughing so hard to myself watching it swing wildly from my hips in front of the bathroom mirror. I had played with it like that several times before I officially pegged him. But that first time that I came out of the bathroom after my shower wearing nothing but my open robe and my strapon harness and oiled up dildo to the sound of jazz on our stereo and the scent of lavender candles in the room, I saw a look of shock and fear. I was afraid that he was going to have an anxiety attack. Playing with his ass so many times before was one thing. Maybe this was different? Maybe pegging is another bridge that must be carefully crossed? But seeing him lying naked on our bed, waiting for me, I just knew. His eyes were so wide, like saucers. He looked afraid, but his cock was betraying him. It was stiffening by the second and then began to twitch and even leak precum. I smiled and asked him, "Are you ready for my cock baby?" "Your... your cock? I... I dunno. I don't think I'm ready for this. I dunno." "Oh, don't be silly. Yes, you are. You know it. Admit. You want me to do you. You've wanted me to do you for a very long time. Admit it, baby. Say yes to me." I moved closer and crawled onto the bed, straddling him, our faces, our eyes, our lips, and our two cocks touching. I kissed him deeply on his mouth, my tongue probing deeply. He whimpered again as I kissed him, and I could feel his whole body shiver. With one hand I forcefully took a hold of his chin and with the other I reached down and gripped hard on his swollen penis. I began to rub our two cocks together. He gasped. "Now, say yes to me."
Well, of course he did. He said yes and please and again and don't stop, keep going pretty much all weekend long. Until the weekend was done and he tried to turn back into the breadwinner guy again. And then our next weekend would arrive. And sometimes I would let him make love to me. He does have a serviceable cock, and I love sex. But more often than not, I have become the one doing the penetrating in our relationship. And I have come to the conclusion that we both like it that way. We have been through too many weekends of submission to think otherwise. So today, when he gets home, I want to use this new one and make him give me his all.
Like I said, I got home first. When he arrived and opened the door, I gave him a kiss and a pat on the ass. "I'm going to take a shower hon. Wanna start dinner?" "Sure." I could hear the skillet start to sizzle as I stepped into the shower. The warm water felt so good. Once out, I dried off a bit and strapped on my harness. Once I slipped the new one in, I was pretty impressed. I had played flip flopped in the mirror with the old one before, but this was awesome! Oh my God! This is incredible. There is a big difference between 6 inches and 10. This will wreck him. But you know what? Don't care. He wants it. And I am just the girl to give it."\
I came into the kitchen and he was in front of the sink washing cups. I grabbed him around the waist and then pressed tightly against his backside, grinding against his rear end. I licked and nibbled at his earlobe and neck. He cooed and seemed to have lost concentration. With a single move, I pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles and forced a finger into his little back hole. That he could manage to stand at all was always kind of impressive to me. I had always just imagined that one night he would turn around and around and fall to his knees and suck my strapon . But that hasn't happened yet. It will eventually though, if I decide that will happen.
With a very well lubed finger I began to finger him. I bit hard on his earlobe and grabbed his hair from behind. "Turn off the skillet, bitch." His hand fumbled to oblige as I began to explore his crack with my new massive dong. He felt it. I could tell he knew this was much bigger. He sighed. "Do you feel it, sugar? It just came in today. It's so big. It's much bigger than your little thing. I think that we should go with this one from now on, don't you? Now bend over baby. I am going to pound you until you cum. Are you okay with that?"
"Oh, no! Oh, geez. How big is it? It's too big. It's so big. I can't, I can't, I can't! Oh god!" And after that he kind of stopped making words. Just basically moaning and cooing sounds and zero resistance. The harder I pounded into him with this big new thing of ours, the more he reciprocated. Involuntarily moaning and blathering and attempting to pound back to meet my thrusts so deep into him. He would try sometimes to touch his cock and stroke it to ejaculation, but I would always catch that and slap his hand away. "No! Don't do that!" I would say in a stern voice and then slap his ass hard. That only made him squirt a bit more pre-cum. And his pre-cum was pretty much oozing a constant little stream of white goo from the tip of his penis to the floor by now. But that was not what I wanted. I wanted him to cum hands free without him or me touching his penis. This is what I have wanted for a long time. So I increased my rhythm. I drove deeper in than I ever had before. All the way in and out with this new cock of mine. Pounding hard and fast and steady, and then slowly pulling almost all of the way out before slamming in all the way again until he screams and squirts his load of goory gunk all over the kitchen floor.
"You made a big mess, sweetie. Need to clean this up. Towels are all in the washer. You might have to use your tongue.""
1 year ago
