How I've Spent the Last Six Months Part Five

Except after a few minutes of blissful relaxation, I heard hard, ragged breathing and remembered that Darren was still in the room.

I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, erection bobbing hopefully in front of him as he stood there, all naked and desperate. And you could see he was desperate. With my pussy juices still glistening on his chin, his puppy dog eyes were pleading at me for ‘his turn.’

And that’s what I hate about ‘being in charge,’ really.

Whether it was Hubby I was ordering about or this little weasel, being the dominant one in a sexual relationship is always a drag. I’ve had mine, so now the submissive one expects ‘theirs.’ At least as a delicious submissive, you can just lie there and take it, or give it, or lick it or suck it or fuck it and know that the dominant one is going to take care of his needs all by his bloody self – even if that does mean you get the business end of it in one hole or the other.

But no. not when you’re in charge. Darren’s cock was literally throbbing with need and he was looking at me pleadingly. “Please make me cum.”

I was sorely tempted to send him off to bed with an excruciating case of blue balls.

But that wasn’t exactly fair – or sensible.

As the endorphins filtered through my bloodstream, I was beginning to realize that grinding my greedy gash in Darren’s face was probably not a very smart decision. How many milliseconds would it be before that little tidbit of gossip was going around the office? And worse, how long before it got exaggerated?

I knew what immature boys were like. It was the same at school, when I’d let Tom Browers finger me in the back of his Ford Escort. He’d got nothing more than a pair of fishy fingers, but when it came to recounting the story to his friends, I’d apparently tongued his balls and taken it up the arse like a dirty little slut. My reputation was ruined (or possibly made) overnight by one boy’s wagging tongue.

So when it came to Darren’s wagging tongue (and boy, could that kid wag his tongue) I was going to make sure he kept his mouth shut.

“On the bed,” I ordered, standing up on very unsteady legs.

Oh, Darren thought he was going to get his alright. Up he popped, onto the bed, sprawling like a porn star. His throbbing dick pointed clear up to the ceiling and was glistening with pre-cum. He was smiling, the cocky little fuck.

“Hand and knees,” I ordered.

This confused him.

As Darren clambered onto his hands and knees, I shrugged out of my jacket and unzipped my crumpled skirt. A moment later I was standing there in my blouse and bra, which was hanging open after I’d groped and squeezed my breasts mid cunnilingus.

Darren was on his hands and knees, facing me. Idiot.

“Turn around.”

Looking even more confused, Darren turned around until he was facing the head of the bed. His pale, white bum was sticking up in the air at me.

And a very nice little bum it was. He was obviously a stickler for hygine, that Darren. His bottom looked as clean and white as two boiled eggs. Between his legs his tight balls hung. His asshole was a little pink starfish. If I’d have had that strap-on hubby had bought me, I’d have been buckling it on right that second.

But I didn’t.

So I knelt down on the carpet and shuffled between Darren’s legs, until I was staring eye-level with his taut, tight buttocks.

Darren shivered. He must have felt my hot breath on his arse.

With one hand, I reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. They were deliciously warm and heavy, like two eggs in a handkerchief. Then I reached a little further until my fingers curled around the shaft of his erection.

Darren groaned. I started to gently stroke his cock, pulling the tight foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple head of his dick.

Now I’m a multi-tasker. Should have told you that earlier. Because while I was wanking Darren off with my left hand, I was scrabbling blindly in my suitcase with the other.

“Uuuurrh,” Darren groaned luxuriously. “What are you doing?”

Oh, you’ll find out, you little fuck, I thought.

Still slowly, teasingly wanking him, I leant forward and slowly licked his balls. Darren shuddered in delight – I honestly thought he’d shoot off right in my hand and it was far too early for that. If the entire team finding out about him eating me out wasn’t bad enough, I’d dread for them to think he’d shot his muck with me licking his balls.

So I slowed my wanking motion. I licked upwards, up the folds of his ball-sack and between the tight, white globes of his bum.

“Oh God,” Darren groaned. “Your licking my arse. You’re such a fucking dirty slut.”

I squeezed my left hand. Hard.

Darren squealed like a castrated pig – which is what he was seconds from becoming.

“Don’t you ever fucking speak to me like that,” I ordered – suddenly the angry, scary boss again. Darren’s erection rapidly wilted in my hand.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

Satisfied that the little fuck would give me some respect now, I continued slowly wanking him off. My tongue encircled his arsehole, slurping and licking. He tasted of soap and talcum powder.

Now if anything, my little ‘love squeeze’ had taken the edge off Darren’s orgasm, so at least I felt that he wasn’t going to go spurting off into my hand any second. As I coaxed his cock back to a magnificent erection, I continued fumbling in my suitcase until I found what I wanted.

My fingers encircled another thick, long shaft. This one was cold and rubbery.

I pulled out my rabbit vibrator.

Darren, of course, was oblivious to all this. He was just gargling with pleasure while his bum got tongued and he got a delicious handjob (and my handjobs are famously delicious.)

Squish, squish, squish, went my tongue around his bumhole. Slurp, slurp, slurp went the drooling ropes of saliva I was slathering his arse with.

The rabbit vibrator went on the floor in front of me. My hand disappeared into the suitcase again and came out clutching a tube of… what was it? I glanced down and saw that it was toothpaste. I threw that back in the bag and recovered the cocoa butter I’d been looking for.

I let go of Darren’s throbbing member for just a second while I squirted a big gloop of chocolate smelling butter into my hand. He groaned as I released him, but groaned twice as hard (and again, nearly shot off in my hand) as I wrapped my fingers back around his cock and started wanking him off anew. The cocoa butter made everything slick and slimy and Darren literally shuddered in pleasure.

I’d also squirted another dollop of cocoa butter into my right hand and used it to slather up my trusty little rabbit. The long, rubbery shaft was soon glistening with moisturizer.

“Oh, God,” Darren was groaning a little harder now. I noticed he was bucking his hips, too. Fucking my hand instead of letting me wank him.

I pulled my mouth away from his arse and gave him a wet, buttery slap across the buttocks.

“Stop that!” His hips ceased.

“Oh God, please,” Darren begged. “I’m SO close to cumming.”

“Oh really?” I extended my middle finger and poked his tight little arsehole. “Are you now?”

With all the saliva and cocoa butter smeared around, Darren’s tight little bunghole couldn’t resist my middle finger. He squeaked as I pushed my finger forward, clenching his buttocks uselessly. But ‘pop’ went one knuckle through his sphincter and then ‘pop’ went the second.

I was still wanking him off, of course. But now he had my finger lodged deep in his bum.

“You know what I figured?” I warned Darren, slowly sliding my finger in and out of his tight little arse. “As soon as you hopped up onto that bed and stuck your bum in the air, I figured you wanted to get fucked.”

“Owww!” Darren cried unconvincingly. “Ow! Get it out! Please! It’s too intense.”

Well, he SAID he wanted my finger out of his bum. But his hips were really bucking now. He’d thrust forward to ‘fuck’ the warm, slick embrace of my fist around his dick and then he’d thrust back to get ‘fucked’ by my finger. I extended a second finger mid-thrust and whoops! Up his bum it effortlessly slid.

“Nnnnngh!” Darren was biting his bottom lip now.

“Yes,” I continued, realizing I’d forgotton to keep speaking amidst all the distraction. “I know I’m always joking about you being a little gay boy, but there’s much truth spoken in yest,” or however the fuck that expression goes.

“Nnnngh,” said Darren. His cock throbbed. He was right on the brink.

I let go of his cock before I made him cum, still pumping two fingers relentlessly in and out of his arse. With my free hand, I grabbed Darren’s elbow and yanked. He flumped forward like a toppled tree, going from ‘on all fours’ to his face in the duvet and his bum stuck up high in the air.

“So tell me, Darren,” I grinned, squirting another great dollop of cocoa butter onto his bum and using the slickness to cram another finger into his tight little arse. “You’re a closet pillowbiter really, aren’t you?”

“No!” Darren was fighting feebly – but it’s a pretty feeble fight you can put up when you have the best part of somebody’s fist crammed up your bottom. “I’m not!”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock again. The shock of the extra fingers and the manhandling had eased him back from the trigger by a few minutes, at least. So as I slowly yanked his plank, I pulled by fingers from his bum with a gooey slurp.

That’s the trick to anal sex, I’d learnt. Get ‘em good and loose first. My three fingers had opened up Darren’s bum more than enough to welcome the big, rubbery head of my rabbit vibrator.

“OH MY GOD!” Darren literally jumped across the bed when he felt the cold, unyielding rubber pressed against his bum. But he couldn’t jump very far, not with my hands around his cock.

A little roughly, I forced the slick, rubber rabbit into Darren’s backside – all the way until the rabbit’s little gel ears were pressed up against his ballsack. And then I switched it on.

Now if you’re not familiar with a rabbit vibrator, let me very briefly explain how they work. The thick rubber shaft rotates like a crank shaft while the little rubber ‘rabbit’ vibrates wildly, with two little rubber ‘feelers’ shimmying across a girl’s clitoris (or in this case, Darren’s balls.)

It’s a pretty intense experience. I can orgasm with my rabbit in about a minute and a half if I’m a good frame of mood. Although I get it in the pussy, not the arse.

So poor Darren? Well, I was still wanking him off, but now he had five inches of thick rubber stirring around inside his bum like a concrete mixer – and the little rabbit ears were making his balls jiggle wildly. He was tossing his head back and forth, groaning and moaning and crying.

I stopped wanking him for a second to grab my camera phone. With one hand I had to grasp the end of the rabbit – his clenching anus kept threatening to squeeze it out of his butt and send the toy shooting across the room. With the other, I aimed the phone and started recording a delightful little movie.

“Tell me you like it up the arse, Darren.”

“Nnnnngh.”

“Tell me!”

“NNnnnngh!”

I put the phone down on the bed. You couldn’t see the impressive sight of the rabbit lodged in his arse, but you got a wonderful skewed view of Darren’s straining face, sweaty torso and throbbing erection. And I was recording all that lovely sound.

“Tell me, Darren,” I tickled his balls with my free hand. “Tell me you love it up the bum!”

“Ooooh.”

“I’ll let you cum.” My fingers teasingly encircled his cock shaft.

“Ooooh… Please….”

“Tell me you love it up the bum. Tell me you’d like to get fucked.” I started stroking him gently.

“Oh yes,” Darren begged. “I do! I want to get fucked! I want it up the bum!”

I was stroking him faster now, leading him to the relentless path of orgasm.

“Tell me you want to have your bum-chum Matt fuck you,” I demanded. “Tell me. SAY IT!”

“Oh please make me cum. PLEASE!”

“Say it!” I barked.

“YES!” Darren pleaded. “I want Matt to fuck me! I want to suck him! I want to swallow his spunk!”

I blinked. He’d been adlibbing there! Perhaps this repressed gay theory wasn’t so outlandish after all!

“Please!” He begged.

Well, a deal was a deal. I let go of his straining cock (“oh no,” he groaned) and grabbed my phone, switching off the recording. Then, leaning forward, I opened open my mouth and wrapped my lips around that beautiful, pale torpedo of a cock.

“Uuuugggh!” Oh, I know I’m good, but even I can’t take credit for this one. I didn’t even flick my tongue or bob my head. “Oh my GOD!”

At the mere touch of my wet lips, Darren exploded. Like a firehouse, my mouth was flooded with salty cum. It came spurting out so powerfully one jet shot right down the back of my throat and nearly made me gag. I yanked my head away, coughing and gagging - and got an eyeful of cum for my trouble.

Darren was groaning. I was hacking and spluttering and ‘pop’ went the rabbit, shooting out of his clenching bum and landing on the carpet in a sticky mess. The shaft continued to swirl and swivel, making the rabbit look like a freshly caught fish flailing on the dockside.