Chapter 6 - Willow
As we wait in the short line to check in for the party, it feels like an eternity has passed since that first night I came here without Alice.
Halloween was only about four and a half months ago, but so much has changed for the better.
I’m not even that upset over what happened with Oliver-the-Blessing-in-Disguise anymore because it brought me to Mike.
Now I’m ready to have fun, and I have a little surprise planned for Mike. He’ll find out in about ten seconds.
As we step to the front of the line, Bianca smiles at us and eyes my dress. “Hey, you’re back! Love the dress—very festive.”
Mike chuckles, “Seems fitting.”
While he’s amusing himself, I give him the side eye to watch his reaction as I hold out my wrist to Bianca. “I’d like a green ribbon, please.”
Mike’s eyes take on a wicked glint. “Oh, you think that’s how it is tonight, Kitten?”
A tingle of lust runs down my back as I give him my cutest, most innocent smile. “Yep. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
As soon as Bianca ties a bright green ribbon around my wrist, Mike picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder while I shriek with laughter. He immediately heads upstairs and I take the opportunity to fondle his ass.
He spanks me and growls, “Behave.”
“What? You put these cute buns in front of me and don’t expect me to touch them?”
A man with a naked woman on a leash passes us on the stairs and the woman calls out, “Good luck!” to me. I give her a little wave and giggle. “Thanks!”
Mike enters a bedroom and kicks the door closed and locks it before tossing me on the bed. I expect him to start stripping, but he takes hold of my hand with the green ribbon around my wrist and lifts it up in the air.
“Kitten, do you have something to ask me?”
I blink at him, and he looks pointedly at the green ribbon. A flicker of shyness makes me blush. Shit, is he really going to make me ask?
“I chose the green ribbon for you. Don’t you want it?”
Before he responds, he turns my palm face up and kisses each pad of my fingers. When he speaks, his voice is husky with emotion. “I’d love nothing more than to claim your ass, but I told you at Thanksgiving you had to do something first.”
Yeah, he told me I was going to have to ask for it. After everything I’ve done with Mike, it seems silly to be this vulnerable when discussing our sexual needs, but we’ve been dancing around this for so long, now that the moment is here, my confidence is wavering.
When he can tell I’m struggling to talk, he helps me to my feet for a deep kiss. Our tongues twist together and the longer the kiss goes on, the fuzzier my head gets. This is the man I love. I can do this.
Applying pressure on his chest, I push against him and take a step back.
It’s time to give him a strip tease. With slow, deliberate movements, I unzip the back of my dress, revealing the emerald lace bra underneath.
Mike makes a rough sound and moves towards me as though drawn to me, but stops as I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders and it slithers to the floor.
“Ask me,” he demands and my breath hitches. There’s no room to be shy with his intensity.
“Mike, will you fuck my ass?” I ask in a quiet voice. “I want you to be my first.”
His expression darkens with lust, and he steps forward and tips my chin up. “I don’t want to be your first.” What? My lips part in confusion and he continues. “I want to be the only one who ever fucks your ass.”
“Yes,” I breathe out as a wave of longing engulfs me. “It’s yours. Claim my last hole.”
As soon as I utter the words, I know it’s what I want, more than anything else.
And I trust that he’s going to make it pleasurable for me.
When he lets go of my chin, he waves his hand in invitation, giving me permission to continue stripping.There’s something powerful about being asked for it instead of him just taking it, and I suddenly understand why he made it a requirement.
It’s the last step to owning my sexuality and choosing what I want.
I take a deep breath and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
When I slip my shoes off, I’m naked and ready for him.
Before we get to business, I run my hands down his shirt. “Why aren’t you naked?”
As he takes off his jacket, I move to stand in front of him and kneel while reaching for his belt to unbuckle it while he takes off his tie.
With the belt hanging open, I look up at him as I undo the buttons to free his hard cock.
Being on my knees for him always makes me submissive, and I love the slutty feeling I get from surrendering to him.
I slowly stroke his shaft and open my mouth, waiting for his instructions.
“Take it deep and if you’re a good girl, then this cock is going to be filling up your ass soon.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lean in and suck his cock into my mouth.
Inch by inch, I work down on it until my nose is at the base.
My mouth stretches to the limit, and lust simmers low in my belly.
Before I met him, I never knew how amazing sex could be.
Looking up into his eyes, I hold still as my throat works around his shaft.
When he takes hold of the back of my head, I relax and trust him to stop when the time is right.
As he begins to pump his hips, fucking my throat with abandon, I play with my nipples and massage my breasts.
My mind starts to empty and I’m just a hole for him to use.
He’s not gentle and I love every moment of it.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls out.
I draw in a huge gasp of air while he rests.
Once my breathing is steady, he repeats the process once more.
Again and again, he fucks my mouth, and all I can think about is how I want this. I’ve given him my total trust and submission, and he’s empowered me. I’m such a little slut and it’s marvelous.
My pussy throbs and I get wetter the longer he fucks my mouth. If he doesn’t fuck my ass soon, I’m going to end up begging him to breed my pussy instead.
When he removes his cock from my mouth again, instead of giving me a moment before starting over, he nods to the bed.
“On your knees. Head down, ass up. It’s time to fuck that tight little hole.”
Mmm, hell yeah! I scramble onto the bed while he digs something out of his pants pocket. I’m sure it’s lube because my man likes to be prepared.
He climbs up behind me, gripping my ass in his hands and spreading my cheeks to examine my waiting holes. As he drips lubrication between my cheeks, I can’t hold back my smile. See, I knew it would be lube.
He gets me nice and slippery and I look over my shoulder to watch him stroking some lube onto his cock. When he presses the tip of his cock against my tight ring, I gasp from the illicit pleasure. He applies pressure and then eases up, and I can tell he’s teasing me.
“So, my little fucktoy, do you know what’s about to happen?”
Uh, duh... “You’re going to fuck my ass.”
He leans forward and brushes his fingertips lightly over my breasts, then moves lower and rubs my clit before going back to my nipples again. When he rubs the head of his cock back and forth against my tight, hungry ass, pushing in a little more with each pass, I moan loudly.
“That’s true,” he says in a deep voice that has my body clenching with desire. “But after I’ve finally claimed all of you, do you know what’s going to happen?”
It’s difficult to think because all I want is for him to fuck me and ease the growing ache in my core. When I remain silent, he reaches down to rub my clit and chuckles as I cry out in desperation.
“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You...” He pauses and the ring of my ass stretches as he slowly sinks in. “Are going to become an anal slut.”
I gasp as he fills me part way and stops again. “Then,” he says with a groan as the thickest part of his cock stretches my ass wide and slides home, “you’re going to get addicted to having my cock in your greedy little asshole and you’re going to beg me for it.”
“Ohhh,” I moan. He’s right. My head spins from the unfamiliar fullness, but it feels so damn good. I can already tell that when I get really submissive in the future, I’m going to beg him to fuck my ass.
When he pulls out slowly and pushes back in, I imagine being his freeuse toy for a day and all he does is fuck my ass without letting me come. I’ll be the ultimate cum dumpster, just a hole for him to use. And I love it.
As my daydream consumes me, Mike fucks me steadily. The only sounds in the room are our mingled moans every time he sinks in fully. I don’t know why I was so afraid of this; all I want now is to be filled again and again. As the pleasure builds, my moans get louder with every thrust.
“Rub your clit,” he demands, and I immediately obey.
My face is smooshed into the bed, and I can easily picture how slutty I look. With him hitting all the right places, combined with being lost in the fantasy of being just a hole for him to use, my ass clenches around him, and I explode with ecstasy.
“I’m coming, oh fuuuuck,” I wail into the mattress as my pussy pulsates from my climax. I rub my clit furiously as the pleasure peaks again. This is fucking awesome.
When my shaking stops, Mike holds my hips steady and picks up the pace, chasing his own release.
As the powerful sensations take over my body again, I moan and give into the moment with total surrender.
I never dreamed I’d like anal sex this much, but Mike is right, I could get addicted to this.
I thrash against him, hot and wild. It’s filthy and it makes me even more submissive.
Before long, Mike grunts and buries his cock deep as he comes in a rush of hot cream shooting deep into me. As he floods me, it triggers another small orgasm, and I moan in delight as his hips flex while he finishes unloading.
“Goddamn,” Mike groans. “You’re wonderful.”
When he slowly eases his spent cock out of me, I whine at the loss.
Instead of collapsing onto the bed next to me, he goes into the adjoining bathroom and I hear the faucet running.
He comes back and sits beside me with a damp washcloth and helps me up onto my elbows before gently cleaning me.
When I give him a dopey grin, he discards the washcloth in a thoughtfully-provided laundry basket against the wall and leans down for a kiss.
“How was that for you, Kitten?”
He crawls into bed and I nestle close to him. “I loved it, and you are totally right. I’m going to be an insatiable anal slut before long.”
“Mmmm, my favorite kind of problem,” he growls in a low, sexy tone that makes me shiver. “But now we rest. The night is still young.”
And he’s right. We have lots to experience tonight, but it’s a hell of a good start to a party and I couldn’t be happier. I’m already wondering what else is in store for us this evening.