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I sit at the kitchen table with a half-empty bottle of wine in front of me, staring at the wall, still shocked from my working morning. It's a confusing feeling. I feel shame and arousal, fear and curiosity. The front door opens. Mike, with his clumsy, noisy habit of opening the door. I hope he brings some sense to this.
"I bring wine and gin. And a couple of beers," he shouts from the corridor. Oh well, bringing alcohol is good enough.
"Oh wow, you've already started? Bad day at work, honey?" he comes and kisses me. Looking at me with care.
"Uhm, I wouldn't classify it as bad. It was rather exciting, actually." I add, sounding confused.
Mike opens himself a beer and serves me some chocolate. Then, he pulls in a chair.
"Tell me everything!" he adds with his eyes sparkling at me.
As I finish my story, I see how he barely holds himself aback not to fuck me on the spot.
"And now I wonder what to do?" I ask, confused.
"Wonder what to do? Wonder? You are insane!"
He takes a piece of chocolate and nervously chews on it. "You do have to sleep with him! At least one of us will have an interesting weekend."
"Are you mad? What about the rumors at work? What about I go out and fuck him on the first date? Are you okay at all with that?" I shoot a thousand questions per minute into Mike's face.
He holds both my hands gently, stays silent for a second, and looks at me reassuringly. Then, with his most calm and confident voice, he tells me.
"Honey, everything is going to be alright. All those things you are thinking about - they are all just stories you are telling yourself so you can escape from your desire. But the truth is you have to grab this moment and enjoy it as much as you can. As for me, as far as you tell me every detail of your adventures, I'll be the happiest man alive." he smiles and then adds jokingly, "Hey, how was your bachelor party? Oh great! I slept with the best man in the same cheap hotel room, and my wife got boned by a sexy Italian." he leans and kisses me passionately before I can say a word. We then fuck wildly on the kitchen table, and I cum fast and hard. I spill myself all over my future husband's cock. I knee and thirstily drink up every drop that comes out of him.
Friday comes in quickly, and I decide to take the day off to prepare for the night. I wake up, and for the first few seconds, I feel like it is every other typical day. Then, my mind reminds me that it is Friday, and suddenly, a wave of excitement passes through my body. I shiver slightly and energetically slide out of bed. As I brush my teeth, Mike hugs me from behind and kisses me on the neck.
"Let me choose your outfit for the night before I leave for my 'exciting' bachelor weekend." I slightly nod as my mind focuses on the night.
I have a ton of errands to run throughout the day. Hair, mani-pedi, I decide to go with porno-red for my hands and feet because why not? Waxing: I want it to be absolutely smooth for Marco. When I finish, it is already 5 p.m. as I rush to the apartment. I take a quick shower. On my way out of the bathroom, I stop in front of the mirror for a body check. I look at my thirty-five-year-old body, and damn, it looks good. My skin is impeccable. My butt görükle escort is as tight as it can be. My abs are starting to show. The pole-dance lessons I take are bearing fruit. As I go into the bedroom, I see my outfit for the night laid out by Mike. My heart jumps for a second. It's one of his favorite dresses - green, with a V-neck depicting every curve of my body. My lovely classical black Laboutaine heels with red soles. Next to the dress, I find a brand new set of red, a little bit kinkier for my taste, underwear. And lastly, a silver buttplug with a ruby red button. There's a note under it.
"Wear this tonight, and he'll be yours forever. Have fun. Kisses, Mike."
My stupid boy, he doesn't understand that he's the only one whom I want to be mine forever. My mind drifts again to the upcoming evening. I weigh the pros and cons of wearing a buttplug at a restaurant. I play with it and put it between my fingers. Damn, it matches my manicure perfectly. Okay, it's decided. I put my knee on the bed, arch my back, my ass pops out. I put a little lube on the plug. The feeling of the cold metal touching my butthole is thrilling. I take my time to slide the butt plug in. I even play a little back-and-forth game with it as I enjoy the feeling of its large head penetrating my tight ass. I finally press the red button, and the plug perfectly stays in place as I release a short gasp. Mirror check, good. If I weren't in a hurry, I would play with it a little more - the anal orgasms are a girl's best friend. I finish up my ensemble with a black choker that I bought today.
Walking into the restaurant, I feel like everyone stares at me. "Do they know about the plug or
I look too damn hot?" I smile to myself. My date is already here. Marco stands up next to the table as he sees me. He might be twenty-four, but he is massive, well-put, and apparently with good taste. His smiling eyes suddenly turn into the look of a predator as I reach out to greet him with a hug.
"Everyone at this restaurant envies me right now," he whispers as he kisses me on the cheeks. Listening to his calming voice and hands on my shoulders make me feel protected in this otherwise scary man.
"I'm sure the women envy me," I add as I sit on the chair. I feel the buttplug pressing against my butt, and my panties get wet. He pours me a glass of wine and hands me the menu list. I'm already too damp to think straight. As I leave the menu aside, he's already holding my hands with his massive paws. His skin is rough, but his touch is soft.
"Honestly, Zoe, I was thinking you would leave me standing here, all by myself," he says, all in an accent that drives me crazy.
I have to gather myself. I pull my hands out of his claws.
"Marco, If I have to be straight with you, I still wonder if I should give you any chance after what you did to me on Tuesday," I say, sounding as confident as I can, looking at him firmly.
Marco takes my hands back, leans forward, and growls quietly.
"Zoe, believe me, after what I do to you tonight, Tuesday will seem like a children's play." He squeezes my hands hard.
I try to stay stiff and ignore the pictures I imagine.
"Okay, but let's imagine that we hook up. And tomorrow we go bursa merkez escort to the office, and everyone knows?" I ask, insecure. My arousal goes away when I think of that.
He goes silent for a second. He looks at me with a deep look. I haven't seen it until now.
"Look, Zoe. Sex, work, and relationships are all a matter of trust between two or more people. And if you cannot trust me with this secret, I understand. You are free to go away, and that's that. Should you choose to stay, however, I promise to get you home, lift that fantastic dress of yours, pull you by the hair, and fuck you until you pass out from orgasms. For everything else, however, we have to trust each other."
Okay, I'm back to my wet state. Young but mindful. I like that.
"So?" he asks me with a secure tone. "What do you choose?"
I take one of his hands. My heart hops. I'm not usually confident, but I know what to say now.
"I wouldn't let the fact that this whole night I'm wearing a bright red buttplug in me to go to waste. So when you decide, take me to your place and do whatever you see fit for me."
This is the exact moment when the wolf in him woke up. I'm sure he's aroused. His eyes changed, his face changed. Marco's entire posture now screams at me, 'I will fuck your brains out.' Without taking his look off me, he waves for the check.
We cannot hold ourselves in the back seat of the Uber. I'm sure we are giving a good show for the driver. I sometimes look as if he's watching us in the mirror. Marco's hands are crawling back and forth between my legs.
"Gosh, Zoe, why is your skin so soft?!" He mumbles as he kisses me on the neck. Goosebumps are stretching all over my body. My hand lowers down from his hips to his crotch. Oh. My. God. I can feel that monster. It's big and pumping and shivering! Get yourself together, Zoe, you've handled worse.
At the elevator, I unzip his pants and push my thirsty hand into them. I feel his massive cock, a vein pulsating at my fingertips.
"I can't wait to put this into me, Marco," I say, whispering, eating some of the words as my breath is heavy and my heart pumping hard. We enter the apartment kissing. He turns back for a second to close the door, and I use this time to take off my dress. Turning back, he sees me standing with my red undergarments and heels. I feel like a goddess. Quite a wet goddess. I'm pretty sure there's a big, darker spot on my panties from my juices flowing all over them. Marco looks at me, growls like an animal, and makes a threatening step toward me.
"We don't need those," he says with a dim, excited look. With one single move, he tears down my panties.
"Ahh!" I scream highly-pitched and shiver from surprise. My dripping wet pussy is now fully exposed to him. I try to keep my cool and pull him down for the tie. My tongue bravely makes its way into his mouth. His kisses are sweet, so sweet that I take his hand and put it on my vagina.
"Oh no, honey. We have already played this game at the office. Remember?" he pulls his back, smiling as I groan in discontent. He doesn't leave me much time as his hand grabs the man for the neck. I can barely breathe when his other hand pushes and swirls bursa escort bayan my buttplug. I can feel my asshole stretching, and waves of pleasure pass through me as the plug's silver head touches the wall of my pussy at every swirl. Marco forces his tongue into my mouth and kisses me long, taking his time. My heart is in my heels.
"Now, be a good girl, and show me how this jewel fits you," he says as he removes his massive body a step away from mine.
"Yes, Daddy!" I look up at him, put
my hands in front of me like a shy girl caught cheating in class, and try to look as innocent as possible.
Then, I decide to improvise, and I stand on all fours.
"Where should I crawl so you can look at me well, mister?" I ask him innocently.
"There, to the bedroom," Marco points me at the door. I make sure to crawl slowly. So he can see everything. My pussy, my plugged ass with a jewel matching my red heels. I enjoy the thought that my knees will be red when I return home. Mike will find this exciting.
"Crawl on the bed and stay there, baby," Marco tells me as we enter the bedroom. I humbly comply and stay on all fours on the bed. It is dark; I can barely see the room. A mirror beside the bed outlines our silhouettes - I can't wait to play with his cock. I secretly hope it is as beautiful as I imagine it. I feel Marco's hand grabbing me for the ankle and removing my left shoe. Then, my right one. I point my feet and ass up so he can have a good look.
"Beautiful," I hear him say, and then, oh God, I feel my big toe in his mouth. I tremble as he sucks on it. His tongue goes up my sole and then kisses my buttcheeks. I shiver as he opens them as much as possible with his hands and licks the skin around the plug.
"Don't STOP," I scream the last word as I cannot control my voice. My mind is in a trance. I feel his tongue tapping on my skin as I convince my asshole, and my buttplug hits the outer wall of my pussy. I suddenly remember the excitement in Mike's eyes when I told him I'd taught myself how to cum when he fucks me in the ass. Then I turn my head around and say, out of puff, to Marco
"I wanna cum with your dick in my ass!"
"You will, baby. That's what I plan to do with you the whole weekend." Did he just say the whole weekend?! I don't have the time to think as I can feel the buttplug coming out and then getting back. The intensity of this movement increases as my pulse does right now. I'm moaning loudly when the toy from my ass suddenly drops in front of my eyes.
"It's time for something bigger." I hear Marco's voice behind me. But when did he manage to get naked? As my eyes adapt to the darkness, I can distinguish in the mirror his abs, his strong shoulders, and in front of him, his big, monstrous cock.
I squeal like a dying animal as I feel his cock penetrating me. Firstly I feel just the tip of his penia, and then the whole thing penetrates my ass. I spasm out of pain initially, but then the wave of pleasure floods my body.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," I manage to cry out. I bear my head in the pillow and start begging, "cum in my as, baby, please cum in my fucking asshole." my voice is crying my whole body shivers. I cum, screaming a long "yes."
I sense a warm wave of cum downpouring in my asshole. As Marco cums I press my ass to his body to feel his entire pulsating cock inside me. I wonder how I can make this moment better. Marco pulls out.
"I have an idea," I say breathlessly as I open my but cheeks and tighten my asshole's muscles so I can gape.