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She trudges inside, sags against the door. Sighs hard through her teeth.
It’s been another one of those blurred days — a slog from start to finish. Late for work in the morning, then 15 minutes behind all day long, no matter how hard she had tried to close the gap. She crumples her parking ticket in her hand — a pleasant final surprise, fixed to her windshield with a bright little sticker.
It’s days like this she adores arriving home the most. Time for a well-earned reset. She lets her body take her where she needs to go. Clinks her keys down on the counter as she strides past, shrugs off her cardigan, brushes into her room. Doesn’t even bother closing the door behind her — she’s home alone, for now.
She clears a space for herself on her messy bed. Laughs to herself quietly as she does so: this is one of the few times she even bothers to do some form of cleaning.
She grabs the pillow — the firm, cylindrical one, pilfered from the couch months ago upon realising its reliability, its potential. She flops onto the bed, rests on her stomach. Breathes slow. Allows herself a moment of bliss, sinking into the endless embrace of the soft material.
Then she rolls back into her hips. Sticks her ass up, wedges the pillow into place between her thighs. A well-rehearsed manoeuvre.
She muffles her hiss of pleasure in her duvet as she finds her mark, poised, ready, her mound not quite pressed into the pillow with any true commitment. Not just yet.
She flows steadily into motion like she always does. Fuck, she needs this, today. Grinds her clit across the pillow’s surface, hard and deliberate. Doesn’t bother taking her stockings or panties off. Too much effort.
The minutes float on by, pleasantly slow. A devilish thought takes her, and before she can stop herself, she’s grabbing her phone, finding his contact, pressing call. She rolls onto her side, keeping a steady rhythm with her hips, even as he picks up.
“Hey, baby,” comes his distracted reply. He’s driving.
“Hey,” she says, her voice low, not giving anything away.
“I’ll be home soon. Traffic’s amazing, right now,” he says, projecting his words over the coarse background noise that confirms his point. She loves how the low quality of the call emphasises the gravelly edge to his voice.
“Don’t remind me,” she says, recalling her own delays earlier in the day. Feels the wet spot between her legs growing wider, sighs her next words. “Can’t wait for you to get home.”
He catches her strained tone instantly. Plays dumb. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
“It’ll just be nice to… see you.”
“It’ll be nice to see you too, baby,” he purrs.
She says nothing for a while. Lets the glow of her phone illuminate her face. It almost feels warm, comfortingly so. Maybe that’s just because his name and number are on the screen.
He breaks the silence. “You’ve been playing with yourself this whole time, haven’t you, princess?”
Rush of butterflies through her abdomen. He wins this time. She steadies her voice as she replies meekly, “Maybe.”
“Pillow or vibe, tonight?”
“My pillow.” She drags out the second word, neediness seeping into her tone. Damn it, she’s usually much more composed than this.
His smirk is audible as he replies, “Naughty girl.”
“You love it,” she retorts.
“I do.”
“I need you here. Watching me.”
“I’ll do more than that, princess. Whatever you need.”
She makes a satisfied little sound. “You’re so good to me.”
“See you soon, baby.”
“You too. Hurry up,” she teases before ending the call. Sighs, sits up, reluctantly rolling the pillow out from its position for a moment. She’s made a stain on it with her lust, the same dampness marking up the crotch of her stockings. She abruptly gets up, revitalised, the weight of the day lifted from her body.
She paces over to her dresser. Burrows through the bottom drawer until she finds what she’s looking for.
Why not put on a bit more of a show for him, once he gets home?
—
“I’m home, baby.”
“In here,” she calls.
He walks in, still in his work clothes — dress shirt, neat pants. Black leather belt, the one he uses to keep her in check during their more experimental nights. She hears his footfall, sharp and crisp as he paces over. Feels his eyes sweep over her, too.
She’s pulled the covers over herself up to her neck, but her posture is readable even through the crumpled fall of the duvet: head down, back slightly arched, thighs spread out fındıkzade escort in a ‘V’ with something wedged underneath them, dipping and catching in the fabric’s outline with her slow, rolling motions. “You got here fast,” she giggles.
“Of course I did. Had to, after hearing those sounds you were making.” He stands beside her, pets her hair.
“I didn’t make any sounds.”
“Whatever you say.” He lets his fingers catch in her locks, gives them the slightest pull: enough to coax a feathery gasp from her lips.
“That’s mean,” she pouts. Feels her hips speed up a touch, grind away more keenly.
“You love it.” He paces to the foot of the bed. Stands behind her upturned rump, watches her tremble with pleasure. Rests a hand on her ass through the duvet. He pushes the sheets up. Stiffens at the sight underneath.
No stockings. No panties. Just her raw, needy cunt working away at her favourite pillow, her clit drowned in the sopping patch she’s made. Above its lust sits her naughty surprise, just for him: her heart-shaped plug, nestled between her ass cheeks, its pink gem glinting at him as if in challenge.
She throws her ass in a slow, teasing circle. Allows her first real moan to escape as she pulls the duvet all the way off, shoves it to the floor, exposing her bare, shuddering body. “Thought I’d show off a bit for you,” she sighs.
Rustle of his belt unbuckling, pants unzipping. “Fuck me,” he mutters, breathless. She bites her lip at the hunger that lines his voice. Sneaks a look back at him, feels her cunt get impossibly wetter at the sight that greets her: he’s playing with the full length of his shaft, his pretty fingers dancing to the base, teasing his balls before whipping back up to smother the tip. A bead of precum trickles down, snaps from its strand, rides down the cleft of her ass. She gasps at the sensation, feels it pool around her buttplug. “Ooh, what was that, daddy?” she smiles, putting on that sing-song voice she knows drives him crazy.
“That’s your fault,” he says through a smattering of low grunts. “That’s your fault for being such a tease. Such a slut.”
She can hear his hand as it moves: obscenely wet noises as he works himself up for her, stroking to her depraved body, watching her drenched cunt roll back and forth over her pillow, fast, then slow, then fast again. She props herself up on her elbows, panting. Pulls away from her makeshift toy, not without some effort. He senses the shift in energy and pauses his own motion.
She dips her head as she croons, “Wanna slip inside, daddy?”
“Oh, baby…” he stammers as he leans forward, his tip grinding against her soaked lips.
She almost lets him in, but remembers her initial plan at the last second. Forces her moan down into her throat and sticks her arm back, plants a hand against his hip. Keeps him away with an evil smirk.
“Not there, daddy.” She locks eyes with him as she arches her back even further, pressing her ass back into his space, wiggling as she does so.
She groans deep as she pulses her asshole once, twice.
Her buttplug pops out, clatters to the floor between his shoes. “Here,” she drawls, feeling his eyes drink in the sight of her less ladylike hole. It winks at him.
“Fuck me, princess,” he whispers after a telling pause, a new burn of desire undercutting his shuddering voice.
She gathers up bedsheets in her arms as she falls forward into the mattress — bracing herself for what’s to come. Feels him nuzzle against her puckered hole. Holds her breath.
“What a nasty… whorish… princess… you are,” he growls his words as he grinds into her embrace, one centimetre at a time: measured, cautious increments. He goes slow, brutally slow, his entry aided by the precum coating his entire perfect length.
She feels him sink in balls deep with a delicious, searing stretch. Her eyes roll back, she lets out a grunt, embarrassingly involuntary. He teases her, digging his nails into her ass cheek, “What happened to those pretty little moans, huh, princess?”
“I just–” she yelps as he smacks her ass, hard.
“What was that?” he goads.
“I can’t help it,” she stammers, gritting her teeth. He spanks her again. The sharp pain paired with the constant burn of his full length buried in her asshole is too much. She lets out another pathetic squeal.
“Want me to start moving, princess?”
She makes a muffled sound that falls well short of any discernible English.
“Use aksaray escort your words, baby.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy. Fuck my… fuck my asshole, daddy.” She can feel her face burning, her cunt dripping. Damn it, this was supposed to be her way of treating him, being the one to turn the tables, make him cave.
Now she’s drooling onto her bedsheets. Begging for cock up her ass.
She wants to cry; it feels so good. She can hear his words of approval somewhere in the distance, washed-out, faint. “Good girl.”
Then he starts moving his hips, and she snaps right back to the present. Gentle thrusts at first, more than enough to get her shaking. Then he grows more confident, his pelvis clapping softly against her ass, every hungry motion digging away at her hole. Stretching it out. Training it. Another hard spank. “You’ve been wanting to try more anal, haven’t you, princess?”
“Yes, daddy…” She slurs her words, fighting to keep a steady voice amid her blatant, carnal grunts.
“I can tell. You’ve been wearing that plug a lot more often, haven’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I know… I know you can see it some days… through my clothes… through my panties.” She twists her head to speak. He bends forward, places a gentle hand around her neck.
“I’m gonna have to buy you a bigger one soon, whore. We’re gonna break in that tight little asshole of yours even more, aren’t we?”
“Please, daddy, that sounds so good, yes, please,” she whines, barely conscious of the fact that she’s throwing her ass back against him, reinforcing every one of his strong thrusts with her own desperate body.
His whisper is hot and raspy in her ear. “Beg for me like you did the first time, princess.” His fingers scramble about in her messy hair, pull her head up from the covers. Strings of saliva between her mouth and the sheet she was chewing on.
“No… daddy… that was really embarrassing, that time…”
He doesn’t break stride. Increases his speed instead, grasping her hips harder and drilling into her asshole at a viciously subtle angle. “I’ll pull out,” he warns. “I’ll pull it out, princess, don’t tempt me.”
“You’re bluffing,” she whimpers.
He slows down instantly. Pulls his length right back, leaving just the head inside. Braces his free hand on her ass to keep her from pressing back on it, holds her hair in a tangled ponytail with the other.
“Am I?” he growls.
“No! Daddy, that’s mean…” she pouts, verging on tears. Squirms about needily, desperately trying to find some deeper purchase. No luck.
His head pops out from her anal embrace, trailing precum from her winking hole. She still tries to chase it, so he marks her with his hand again: another spank, this time whipped up hard from beneath, landing square on her aching cunt. She winces, swearing bitterly into her hand, spluttering, “Daddy! You’re being mean!”
He leans in close, catching her earlobe in his teeth. “Am I?”
She nods, both of her holes searing with the rush of humiliation. Being edged like this is always what ends up breaking her. She mumbles softly, hesitantly, unable to muster any further backtalk: “How did you want me to beg, daddy?”
He lets go of her hair, running his fingers through it softly as he does so. He shuffles back, shaft in hand. “You know how.”
“O-okay.” She feels her heart flutter as she gets into position: face down, ass up like before, except this time she grabs herself with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide, parading her eager holes for him. “I… I need your thick cock in my… asshole… daddy,” she mumbles, heat spreading across her cheekbones, her ears.
“Yeah? Use your body, too, princess,” he mutters. She can hear him adjusting his footing, making ready to reward her for degrading herself. She tries to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she complies, rocking steadily on her planted knees, sending ripples across her backside. Shakes her ass for him like a stripper. “Like this, daddy?”
“Exactly like that, baby. Fuck.”
She melts at his praise, dares to venture further. “You like making me twerk for you while I show off my naughty little asshole?”
“Yes, baby. God, yes.” He grabs her rear by its spank-marks, crushing her soft flesh in his fingers. “Now, tell me what you need. And I’ll give it to you.”
“I need your cum in my asshole, daddy. I need it so fucking bad.” Her eyes are wet as she begs for him, uncapped lust flooding her eyüp escort system, forcing her words out in a pathetic, rushed jumble.
He grinds slowly against her winking hole, as if he’s making his mind up.
Then he plunges in.
He finishes her off brutally. Pounding away mercilessly, hard, fast, surging in balls deep with every vicious stroke. Like she’s a sex toy. She moans, goes limp at the hips, falls forward into the bed. Scrunches up the covers in her clumsy hands, her asshole on fire in that strange, irresistible way. Through the mental haze she can just barely make out him calling her a noisy girl as he pushes her down onto something, forces her face into it to muffle her pathetic wailing. She bites it, tastes her lust upon it: it’s her pillow. She’s tasting her own cunt, and she’s getting drilled in her ass, and it’s all too much–
They cum together. He grunts hard into her neck, clawing at her hair desperately as he delivers the final strokes: staggered, deep thrusts, then one final slam that locks him there, shuddering. She can feel her ass being forced to stretch a mind-breaking millimetre more every time his load courses inside her, six thick spurts, each expulsion accompanied by his ragged breath on her clammy neck.
She hugs her cum-soaked pillow hard to her chest, holding on to it as she lets out a long, teeth-grinding groan, eyes rolled back to white. She can feel herself pulsing around him, her thighs caving further apart with every bolt of pleasure that strikes through her body. There’s a sudden gushing warmth between her legs and she tries to apologise but he just kisses her neck and reassures her and holds her up as she squirts on him. She spatters his spent cock and thighs as she dislodges, collapsing on her stomach, making a puddle on the bed, big enough to leak down onto the floorboards with a humiliatingly loud trickle.
“Daddy. Daddy. Omigod,” she whimpers between her fluttery breaths. He stays on top of her, shifting forward to caress her face.
“You came so good for me, princess.”
“Felt… good… felt… so good, daddy,” she mumbles in vacant reply, chewing her lip. Still dazed with pleasure. Feels her knee dip into her spent juices, exhales as she realises just how much had sprayed from her cunt. “Oh, no, I made a mess…”
He traces his hand lazily down her back. Two curious fingertips wedge themselves in her weak, tender asshole. Nestle in the entrance, dig around. Pry it open. “I know you want to make another one,” he says softly, kissing behind her ear.
She feels her heart skip at the thought, rush of adrenaline like she’s still cumming. Maybe she is. She sighs airily. “No… that’s… so dirty.”
“I know you get off on it.” He gives his fingertips a little twist. She looks back at him, finds his gaze, holds it. Purses her lips, furrows her brow.
He feels her tighten up around him, then release. There’s an embarrassing noise as his ample load bubbles out of her asshole, cascades warmly down her trembling thighs, comes to rest atop her violent stain. She whimpers as she pulses, loving the sheer shame that courses through her already overwhelmed body.
He kisses her the whole time as she pushes it out. “Filthy girl,” he gasps, stroking his half-erect length lazily.
“Just for you,” she whispers into his lips as she feels the last of his load leaving her quivering hole.
They stay there like that for some time. He lays atop her trembling form, his shaft melting against her skin. She sinks into the bed beneath him, naked, a light sheen of sweat across her spent body. Eyes half-lidded, sleepy, content.
“I really needed this today,” she hums, tracing circles along his forearm with her fingers.
“You know I’ll give it to you any time you need, baby.” He kisses her neck.
She rolls over onto her back, facing him properly for the first time. Pulls his face to hers, slips her tongue into his mouth. “I don’t doubt that for a second,” she teases.
He exhales, starts to unbutton his shirt, but she stops him. Props herself up, eyes drifting down through her tits, regarding the mess of cum between her thighs: both hers and his. “We should–“
“–Yeah. Best get cleaned up, hey,” he chuckles, reluctantly finding his feet, pulling his pants back up. “Messy girl.”
“You love it,” she mutters under her breath. Gets up, finds her panties, turns away to put them on.
His hand catches on her shoulder blade as he pulls her into his arms. Kisses her deeply, sweetly, cupping her face with his palm, his other hand roaming about the small of her back.
He keeps his lips locked with hers as he slips the plug back into her aching entrance. The sudden bulge of cool metal caves her at the knees.
“Ah! Meanie,” she gasps, sagging into his embrace, giggling.
He prods at the pink gem, nips gently at her neck. “You love it.”