11 comments/ 115142 views/ 5 favorites While You Were Away By: Cheri Lynn Sweetheart, I want to talk to you. You haven't told me anything about your trip. Did you enjoy yourself? That's good. Was your family happy to see you? That's nice. No… I'm ok. I wasn't aware I'd been distant since you returned. What did I do? Not much. I'm sorry, you're right, that was a very vague answer. Maybe we should sit down and talk. I've been meaning to tell you what occurred while you were away. This may be difficult for me, so please just listen for now. I need to get this out. After I saw you off at the airport, I wasn't in the mood to just go home. I decided to stop and get a quick drink and a bite to eat. On my way to the pub, my cell phone rang. It was Charles. He had been trying to get a hold of you for a couple of hours, having forgotten you were headed out of town. We had a good chuckle over his having to find a new partner for golf the following day. He had inadvertently volunteered you for a charity match. It was nice chatting with him. What's that? Yes. He is a nice man. Hmmm? Yes. I do realize he's in the middle of a nasty divorce and I agree with you. He is handling himself well. Now please, let me continue. After he named a few friends he could call and ask, he jokingly suggested I be his partner in the match. Before I could make some smart-ass comment about how he would be vying for last place if he partnered with me, he asked if he was being rude by taking up my time. I said no and told him I enjoyed the distraction as I drove downtown. Yes, Honey. I was on my way to Barney's. You know that's my favorite pub. I feel safe there alone. Actually, it's funny you make that statement. It's the very same thing he said that night. So, I told him where I was off too and he informed me his office was right around the corner from that particular pub. Out of politeness I told him to feel free to stop by after work if he felt so inclined. Again we chuckled and ended our phone call with no definite plans having been made. I made my way to the pub and…. Oh, did I tell you? They finally finished that new building on 4th and Lincoln. Yes. It looks great. I can't wait to see the atrium I've read so much about. We should have lunch there one day next week. As I was saying; I arrived at the pub at about a quarter till 7. It wasn't too busy, so I thought I might get a chance at a game of pool. I decided to eat first though, since I new I'd be drinking. I found a small table up front and took a seat. Before the waitress could walk across the room, I looked up to the beaming face of Jim Pearson. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either! We haven't seen him for over a year, and there he was. He said things didn't feel right in Colorado, so he came back to town and is starting his own company. Yep. He finally decided to do it! I'm very proud of him. He did apologize for not having called yet. He says he's been very busy. True, starting a business can be hectic. I have a feeling about him though. I think he will succeed, just as we have. The waitress looked impatient….. Yes, it was the older lady. Anyway, she looked impatient so I ordered the usual and invited Jim to join me at my table. He looked back in the direction he had come from for a moment, then around the rest of the room. He said he would join me since his "other company" was nowhere to be found. I suppose his date didn't like him leaving the table to come chat with me. We talked and ate dinner. Casual conversation at first, then more serious. We discussed his divorce, his move, his uncertainty about his next step in life, blah, blah, blah. The conversation was really too serious for my mood, so I suggested a game of pool. We ordered fresh drinks and grabbed the last table. After I won our first round, I was surprised to see Charles walking in the door. He must've worked a long day because by this point is was getting to be close to 8PM. He looked around the pub and spotted me. He walked straight up to me with a big smile on his face. I could tell he had already had a couple of drinks because as he got close to me he greeted me with a large hug and made a comment about our earlier conversation. No, I don't think he's ever greeted me hello with a hug. I did feel a little strange, and I felt I should quickly introduce him to Jim. They greeted each other warmly enough with the usual pleasantries and the uncomfortable feeling of the moment before slipped away. The three of us played a few games of pool, had a few drinks, and shared a few laughs. Charles mentioned a pub closer to home I had never heard of. Johanssen's Place was the name. He suggested we go there for a last drink before going home. Sounded good to me. I was far from ready to go home. This place gets so empty when you aren't here, Sweetheart. I know, I could've gone with you, but you know how I feel about your sister. OK, let's please not get into that right now. We can discuss it later, alright? So, we arrive at Johanssen's, all in our separate cars. The place was pretty nice. A little more cozy and intimate then I normally like, but perfect for "one last drink". We found a booth and ordered our drinks. The conversation had already been very comfortable between all of us, but this place made me feel like I had known these guys forever. Yeah, I know. I have know Jim forever. But Charles just seemed to fit right in. It was nice. Charles pointed out a couple across the bar making out like teenagers. We started acting like teenagers ourselves, giggling and making silly remarks. At one point we must've gotten a little too loud, because they stopped momentarily to glare in our direction. I have to admit, the place was full of sexual energy. Our table must've been affected by it greatly, because our conversation turned sexual. It seemed so natural at the time. It felt as though I had known these guys forever and had hundreds of sexual conversations with them. We started to try to out-do each other with stories of our past sexual experiences…. I see you are getting uncomfortable, but please, I have to finish. It was starting to get terribly late and would only be appropriate to call it a night. Jim suggested we share a cab as neither of us were really "ok" to drive. Charles said he was fine and would be driving. He also informed us he would pick up the bar tab since it was his suggestion to change locations. He got no argument from us. We all walked out together and said our goodbyes. Jim and I stood at the corner to hail a cab, when Jim said he forgot something and ran back over to Charles. By the time he came trotting back, I was waiting with a cab. We slid in and Jim gave the driver his address first. As I opened my mouth to give him ours, Jim suggested I join him at his place for an old movie and stay in the guest room. No, we haven't done that in a long time. It sounded like fun, so I agreed. He still had some of my things packed away some where. He joked about me helping him unpack while I look for them. Then, he held my hand and told me he missed hanging out with his buddy. I have to say, I had really been missing him too. The first thing Jim did when we got to his place was show me to the guest room. Ha! One day it may aspire to be a guest room! It was more like a closet with a little window in the back. This was also where he has stored the few boxes he was slow in unpacking. He told me to dig in and headed back towards the kitchen. I heard him open a bottle of wine right about the same time I found a box marked "Julie's Crap". I know, sounds just like something Jim would do. I open the box and found a lot of books, some Tupperware I had been looking for, and that dress I spilled red wine on at his last barbeque. Nope, he hadn't dry cleaned it yet. You were right. I should've just taken it home. But that's beside the point. He was so insistent on getting it clean for me, I just had to leave it with him. There was nothing for me to change into, so I went into his room and raided his closet. I came downstairs to find Jim sifting through some old flicks and sipping a glass of wine. There was one for me on the coffee table so I plopped on to the couch and took a sip. Jim looked at me with a strange look. As if to say "That's my favorite shirt you are wearing." I promised him I wouldn't spill wine on it and we giggled and grabbed for each other like a couple of school girls. When the giggles subsided, his hand lingered on my naked thigh for an extra second. I noticed it but didn't think much about it. I did however notice and think about the goosebumps left on my leg when he did remove his hand. I let him pour over the movies in, you guessed it, a cardboard box and started to reflect on our earlier conversation. There were a few sexual stories I knew were fake. We were probably all over exaggerating for the sake of outdoing each other. There were also a few stories which were pretty hot. I have to say, my panties got a bit moist over that conversation. I noticed the juices starting to flow bit just reminiscing about it. Are you ok? Should I continue? Are you angry about the way my body was reacting? OK, good. Jim announced he could not make a decision on the movie and joined me on the couch. He informed me he had something rather forward to ask me so I should just "hush, and listen". He asked me if I was at all turned on by our earlier conversation and I immediately said yes and told him how I was just thinking about that. Something about the way he looked at me right then made my nipples stand at attention and the hair on back of my neck start to itch. He asked me which version of the same old story turned me on the most. I felt myself blush when I told him it was the threesome story Charles had told. I explained to him that although it was a very short story, he told it very well. Jim said he could tell I was listening most intently to that particular story. He asked if I had ever had two men fuck me at the same time. I answered his forwardness with my own and replied "No, but I've often thought about how it would feel." I expected shock on his face, but what I saw there was relief. Just about that time, I heard a car outside. Jim heard it too and went back to the kitchen. He started pouring another glass of wine and simply said "It's always been OK for you to say no to me." I agreed. He continued "That's Charles walking up to the door now. If anything happens that you are not comfortable with this evening, please just tell me no." I have to admit Honey, I was speechless at first. How could he just make assumptions like this about me? What made him think I would be alright with anything of this sort? I never did open my mouth to protest though. I realized he did know me very well, and I knew I was safe with him. Sweetheart, I know you are starting to see what may have happened. I need to explain it to you though. You aren't? You do? OK, I'll continue then. I'm not sure you will feel the same after you hear what happened, so I'm going to ask you not to reply until I finish. Thank you for being so patient with me. I do love you. Jim started towards the door before Charles had even knocked. He opened the door and welcomed him warmly. Charles looked over to me standing at the breakfast bar between living area and kitchen. I was suddenly aware of myself completely. I realized I was wearing nothing but a button up men's dress shirt and panties. I had an urge to look down to see whether I had buttoned it straight. I refrained from doing so and instead, smiled a bit too widely at Charles. I have to admit, I was nervous about what may occur. More than that however, I felt an excitement start to well up along with a twitch or two from my womanhood. Charles hung his coat on the rack by the door and turned to approach me. He walked past me into the kitchen to retrieve his wine but managed to brush his hand across my thigh on his way by. I turned to look into the kitchen and saw him raise his glass to his lips and take a long experimental sip of his wine. He swished it in his mouth and swallowed loudly. Then he smiled and seemed to relax completely. Jim suggested we all sit at the dinning table. We sat and Jim looked at me questioningly. I said nothing, but nodded slightly. He than turned to Charles with a sense of seriousness about him. He flatly told him that both he and I had experienced separate fantasies about a threesome involving two men and a woman. Jim explained that he felt very comfortable this evening and would like things to go further between the three of us. When Charles looked at me with a surprised look on his face, I shrugged somewhat involuntarily. He paused for a long moment and Jim allowed him his time to consider the idea. He looked down for a second and then lifted his head with a nod of approval. Jim excused himself at that point. Charles took that opportunity to ask if this was my idea. For some reason - maybe to encourage him - I said yes. Jim called for us to join him in his bedroom where we found him standing beside the bed wearing nothing but silk boxer shorts. I was so nervous, I had to stifle a giggle. Charles seemed to get the clue before me because he removed his shirt and started unbuttoning his trousers. I could feel myself flush at the thought of seeing what type of underclothes this man wore. He stopped removing clothes when he was left with his comfortable white briefs and nothing else to remove. At that moment I thought about you. I knew that whatever happened at this point I would have to tell you about it and I was concerned about your reaction. You've always talked about threesomes in a somewhat joking manner, but I knew you wanted to be part of that fantasy threesome. My nipples were rock hard, my panties were soaking wet, and my body urged me to just go for it. So, that's what I did. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing my pale, supple breasts and my small pink nipples. The feeling of the cool air on my bare skin was electrifying. I felt so exposed and vulnerable. I pulled my white cotton thong off and placed it on top of the shirt. There I stood, completely nude and being examined by two good looking halfway exposed men. Jim's shorts were standing like a tent, being stretched to their limits by the erection they hid. He slid them off and stood in all his naked glory, his cock full and plump. I turned to Charles and raised my eyebrows. He answered by removing his briefs and allowing his cock some room to breathe. Charles is very well endowed. His cock was throbbing and had a purple hue to it. I could tell he was ready for an exciting evening. Charles placed his hand to the small of my back and gently pushed me towards the bed. I answered immediately, knowing I would be more comfortable not having to depend on my legs to hold me up. I sat on the bed with my back to Jim. I felt the bed move as he crawled across towards me. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "Let's have some fun, buddy." as he started to massage my shoulders. My eyes closed for a moment, as I reveled in the relaxing rubbing on my upper back. When I opened them they strayed directly to that beautiful cock belonging to Charles. I suddenly had an urge to feel it, to see if it was real. I reached out without thinking and took his cock in my hand. It felt like a rock; a living, breathing, throbbing rock. Charles let out a surprised gasp and his dick twitched uncontrollably as Jim whispered again, "There ya go". Charles stepped closer to me to allow for further examination of his penis. Jim then moved around to sit beside me on the bed. He began caressing my breasts softly. With every touch, he sent shivers up my spine. I was starting to imagine the most wonderful sexual positions two men and one woman could experience. Charles placed his hand on mine and began using my hand to stroke his member. Jim leaned in then and began to lick my rock hard nipples, flicking them and teasing them. Charles removed my hand from his cock and raised it to his mouth. He began sucking on my fingers and worked his way up my arm in kisses. By the time he got to my neck, he was sitting on the bed on the opposite side as Jim. They slowly lowered me onto my back and each took a nipple into their mouth. This was the most exquisite sensation; both nipples being sucked on, nibbled on, and adored at the same time. My pussy was suddenly soaked and urging to be filled with the warm flesh I had just been caressing a moment before. Instead, I felt Jim's hand slide down my belly towards my aching slit. My legs spread a bit almost involuntarily. I felt as though one touch to my clit would send me on my way to climax. His fingers gently explored the outer lips of my sex. He spread them apart and delved further into me, wetting his fingers with my juices. I felt his index finger slide slowly inside my pussy and I clenched around it spasmodically. After gently sliding it in and out of me a few times to assure it's moistness, he removed his finger and lifted his hand upwards. Charles stopped adoring my nipple and sucked my juices off of Jim's finger. This sight made me mad with arousal. I wanted to be fucked right then. Charles must have read this in my face or maybe he just wanted more of what he had sampled, because he moved quickly down toward the edge of the bed. He spread my legs farther apart and dove in enthusiastically. His tongue was well trained to the ways of a woman. He began eating my pussy with long strokes, using the flat of his tongue until he could feel my clit harden and stand up, begging to be the center of his attention. He shortened his strokes to small, rhythmic flicks directly on my rock hard clit. Jim continued caressing, licking and biting all over my upper body as Charles dined. I felt that familiar tingle begin to well up in my lower belly and I knew I was about to explode. I let it happen. I came with such bucking force, I thought I might knock Charles across the room. Thankfully, he held on and kept my orgasm going in full force, one contraction after another. Just as I thought it was winding down, he jammed two large fingers into my soaking wet pussy sending me into another stream of fantastic spasms. My body exerted more energy in that moment than it had in a while, but I was far from done. After letting my breathing come back to something resembling that of a human, Charles and Jim slid my trembling body up higher on the bed. Jim continued to finger my slit as he had before Charles took over, bringing me back to the reality of wanting a cock inside my body. I wanted to yell out for one of them to fuck me now! Instead, and without thinking, I blurted out "Please let me suck your beautiful cock, Charles." He obliged immediately, bringing his cock up towards my face. Jim urged me on to my side to help me accommodate Charles cock into my face. He then slid up behind me spoon-style and spread my ass apart to rub the head of his cock against my asshole. This felt amazing as I took Charles cock into my mouth with the urgency of a starving woman. I wanted to bring him to orgasm and feel his hot cum squirt onto my tongue, but with the urgency in which I began devouring his luscious dick, I feared he may just shoot down the back of my throat. I didn't want to deprive myself the new flavor to be experienced so I slowed down a bit and enjoyed Jim's cock between my ass cheeks. Charles showed me how he wanted it done by grabbing the back of my head and fucking my face his way. I couldn't imagine anything more erotic until Jim moved down and replaced his cock with his tongue. I strained to lift my ass into his face so he could lick my asshole and, hopefully, tongue fuck my ass. When he obliged and I felt his tongue enter me from behind, I thought I might explode again. I sucked as hard as I could as Charles fucked my face at an extremely enthusiastic pace and I longed to taste his seed. Jim started fingering my clit in time with tonguing my asshole. Suddenly, I imagined you Honey. Sitting off to the side, watching me get reamed and face fucked and fingered all at once. I imagined you being so turned on by the site, you couldn't control your urge to stroke yourself. That thought, along with Charles' cock slamming into my mouth, his balls slapping the side of my face, sent me over the edge. The orgasm exploded from within me, causing my asshole to clench around Jim's tongue while I slurped hungrily on Charles' cock. While You Were Away You know how I get when you're gone. Boredom sets in, and I kill a little time by surfing a few adult websites. So I get a little horny (hornier?) and I surf some more. Hornierest! Bored and horny are a bad combination when the object of your desire is 5600 miles away. When I'm in this situation, my mind tends to wander, and I explore different scenarios via the internet. Usually, it just leads to masturbation. This time, for whatever reason, I took an extra step... One of the many, many things I love about you is that you indulge my little fetishes, and even encourage them. Good thing, because I've been wearing your underwear all week. But there's something else I've wanted to try, and have never worked up the nerve to. You've hinted around it, and I'm pretty sure that the thought of it turns you on as well. Bored and horny, I finally just ordered what we need. Let's hope I read you right! I've worked up several different ways to introduce this to our sex life, and decided to share a couple with you. I'm not sure which option I will choose, but I'm not going to show you what I wrote until after the fact. Option 1: I am so glad that you are finally home. It's been a long, lonely ten days without you here. I love the special gift you brought back for me! Wearing them while making love with you was fantastic, like sex with you always is. It never ceases to amaze me how much you turn me on. This time, I wanted to do things a little differently. I took an early shower so that I would have a little time to set up the bed while you were taking your turn in the bathroom. When you finish, I'm laying under the covers, wearing nothing but my new favorite underwear, hard as can be. You climb into bed, snuggling up close to me for a good night kiss and cuddle. Gently kissing each other, our hands begin to wander, exploring each other. Your hand makes its way to my hard-on and stops. Giggling, you ask "Whatcha wearing, babe?" I put my hand on yours in reply, and let out a little laugh. We continued to caress and fondle each other as our passion builds. As you start to kiss you way down my neck and chest, I stop you. "I've got other plans, honey." "Yeah? What did you have in mind?" you ask. "I want to try something special, so just lay back down and let me have my way with you." You lay your head on your pillow, and I straddle your hips. I kiss you passionately as I rub my hands over your chest, up your arms and take your hands in mine. I spread them out to the ropes I strategically located while you were showering. They're perfectly placed and the slipknots are soon tight around your wrists. I kiss my way down your body, letting my hands find their way down behind me. I push the covers off, fully exposing your legs. Kissing my way down your thigh and calf, I slip another rope around your ankle and cinch it tight, then do the same for the other side. You are now completely spread out and immobilized, at my mercy. Because I'm usually the one that gets tied up (or tie myself up) things are already different. I slowly lick and kiss my way back up your body, and deeply kiss your mouth, our tongues dancing around each other. "One more thing and you'll be ready" I say, gently slipping a blindfold over your eyes. I lean down to whisper in your ear "Are you ready baby? Are you ready to fuck like we've never fucked each other?" Your reply comes out as more of a moan, but you say "yes, let's fuck!" I don't think you have any idea of what I have in mind. I hold your face in my hands as we hungrily kiss each other. I kiss, nibble, and bite my way down your neck, as you moan in response. Continuing down, I grab your breasts with both hands, cupping them to my mouth. I suck them hard and rough, then ease off to a gentle suckle. As you relax from the initial onslaught, I latch my teeth on to your rock hard nipple, biting just hard enough to make you gasp out loud. I always enjoy playing with your breasts, and I give them plenty of attention. I'm tempted to get out the nipple clamps, but I think I'll leave that for another time. With my hands still on your breasts, I begin to kiss my way down your stomach, licking your belly button as I go past. My hands slide their way down your side, following the curve of your waist and the flare of your hips. I continue my oral ministrations down to your beautiful pussy. I kiss and lick all around it, but stay away from it for now. My hands are caressing your thighs, and my lips follow. I love the feel of your long, strong legs, and spend several minutes kissing and rubbing them. Finally, I can't hold out any longer. I have to taste you. I grab a pillow and have you lift your butt off the bed to place it to give me better access. I lay down between your legs and begin to gently kiss you down there. I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull myself in closer. My tongue comes out, licking your loveliness, fucking you with my tongue. I slide my face lower and push my tongue down between your cheeks. Your body practically convulses as I lick that most forbidden of places. I wonder if you're thinking that my plan is to fuck you there. You'll find out in time. I make my way back up to your pussy, and several licks pass over your clitoris. You squirm in response. Soon, I shift my focus to your clit exclusively. Pulling an arm from around your thigh, I slip one finger, then two, into you. As I nipple and suck on your clitoris, my fingers are pressing into your g-spot in a steady rhythm. I can feel and hear your orgasm building, and prepare myself by holding your thigh even tighter. I want this to be as intense as possible, and don't plan on stopping or even slowing through your orgasm. The pressure within you builds, and suddenly releases, your body thrashing around, your arms and legs pulling at the ropes. I slow my attack as you begin to settle down, gently withdrawing my fingers and kissing and licking around your pussy. I kiss my way back up your body, up your neck, and nibble your earlobe. I raise my hand to your lips, running my wet finger over them, then kiss you deeply. "How was that, baby?" I ask. Breathlessly, you reply "Good!" "I'm glad you liked it, but we haven't fucked, so we're not finished yet." As I'm laying on top of you, I can't help myself, and I have to enter you. It's not really part of my plan, but I have to feel you. As turned on as I am, I know I can't last, so it's just a few slow strokes before I have to stop. I lean back down to whisper in your ear. "I bought a new toy for us while you were gone, honey. Want me to try it out on you?" I can hear curiosity in your reply. "Yeah? What kind of toy?" "I could tell you, but I'd rather show you by using it with you. I'm pretty sure you're going to like it." I reach down into the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pull it out. It's called a Feeldoe, and we've looked at them online before, but that's as far as things have gone. Until tonight. You give a little start as I begin by rubbing the head of it up and down your pussy. All of our previous fun has left plenty of lubrication, and I slowly work it into you. In and out, back and forth, deeper and deeper it goes. I wanted to buy something that was close to the size of my cock, but this seems a little bigger. That size might be a problem for me later. Not now, though, as you seem to really enjoy the slow, relaxing pace. For that matter, so am I. It's quite a turn on being able to see it disappear inside you. I return to whisper in your ear again. "This a very special dildo, baby. What do you think so far?" "It's nice, but I'd much rather have the real thing" you reply. "Believe me, I would much rather have me inside you. But like I said, this is a very special dildo, with very special capabilities. Let me show you what I mean." I slowly withdraw the toy, and turn it around. "See, it has two sides to it. One for you..." I rub the bulbous end up and down your wetness, and it soon pops in. "The shape of this end is designed to make it easy for you to hold in. And the side you first felt is for me." "Mmmm... Interesting, baby. It felt a little big. Are you sure about that?" you ask. My nervousness can be heard in my voice. "No, actually, I'm not. But we're going to try anyway." Although it's designed to stay put inside you, I still untie your legs and bring them together. Just to be sure, I tie them at your ankles and knees. I retrieve the bottle of Astroglide from the nightstand, and apply what I am sure is more than enough lube. As I rub it in, I can't believe how erotically sexy you look. Arms spread and tied, blindfolded, and your new purple phallus sticking into the air. I straddle your stomach and lean down to kiss you. "I love you." "I love you, too." I reach behind me to guide the dildo. It's slippery and difficult to hold on to. I wrap my hand around it, and push myself onto it. I feel it sliding between my cheeks, and it finds its spot. I briefly hesitate, then press it inside me. The first bit of penetration is fine, but then wow! A sharp pain hits me. This thing is big! I press down onto it, pushing out like they say you should. The head of it pops completely in, and I hold it there for a minute. The pain is too much, and I have to pull it back out again. You ask if I'm alright. "Yeah, I'm just trying to relax." I try again and this time the head slides right in. The pain is still there, but not as bad this time. It subsides as my body adjusts to the intrusion. Pushing out again, I slide more of it in. With a little gentle rocking, it's soon completely inside me. I can't believe the feeling! We've used our little vibrating probe and it always produces lot's of fantastic sensation. This is the same, but ten fold. I sit perfectly still for a minute, with the dildo still buried in me. You haven't said a word, and I wonder what you're thinking. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. I slowly start to move again, sliding the silicone cock out and back in again. My rhythm steadies as I grow accustomed to the feeling. Soon I'm sliding it almost all the way out, and pushing it all the way back in again. By the look on your face, your end is doing it's job, too, rubbing against your g-spot. With the dildo completely inside me, I change to a back and forth motion. Gently rocking back and forth, using its shape to press against your g-spot and my prostate simultaneously. You're now rocking back and forth too, countering my moves. Your breathing is getting heavier as you near another orgasm. I only hope I can hold out long enough for us to come together. I don't have long to wait. I lift myself slightly and stop moving as your steady motion turns to thrashing, moving the toy around inside me. I've always loved the way you feel when you come, and it feels great this way, too. Finally, despite no direct stimulation, my cock can't take any more, and I come too, shooting my hot semen into the air, onto my chest and belly, and onto your stomach and breasts. As it subsides, I collapse on top of you, smearing the gooey mess between us. After a few minutes to catch my breath, I raise my head from your shoulder and kiss you gently. The strength in your voice surprises me when you say "Next time, baby, I get to be on top." While You Were Away Master went away on a trip. Before he left, he said, "You've been behaving, pet. You may have a present. This weekend, you may come once. If you choose not to, that's fine, but I may not give you a present like this again. If you do come, you must tell me how you did it and exactly what you thought about when you did. If you come and don't tell me, or if I think you're lying, you will not be allowed to sleep in the bed for a week. Understood?" I nodded quietly, already thinking of what I might do. -------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- When Master returned, he asked if I had used his gift. I told him I had. "What did you do, slave?" And I handed him this letter: Dear Master, while you were gone I tried very hard to be good. I even thought about not using your present, and telling you I didn't deserve it. But I got so hot thinking about you, and what we'd been doing the week before you left. You remember last Monday night, when you gave me my first enema? God, it made me feel weird and squishy and disgusting and horny all at the same time. I'll never forget the look on your face when you sat me down on the toilet and told me to let it out, and I begged you to wait outside the door. I was so embarrassed! But it was silly of me to ask. Like you said, Master, all of me is filth. What's a little proof now and then? And it felt so good when I let it out that I was ashamed, and then you filled me up with water again! I thought I'd die while you made me wait and fingered my cunt. And then when you said I could only let it out if I came, and I did and whimpered in pleasure while my ass made those awful squelching noises... I felt so dirty. But then you picked me up and put me in the shower and fucked my ass so slowly and lovingly, and made me come again. Well, you see, Master, it really turned me on. I'm sure you remember, but afterwards it was really distracting. I kept thinking about it, and not just the next day when I sat down, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I should probably get to the point. This weekend, I set out everything to prepare for Saturday night. I took the big purple dildo and my vibrator and the lube into the bedroom first, and I lubed up the dildo and stuffed it into my cunt. I started thrusting, and it felt amazing, but I didn't want to come yet. Then, I turned the vibrator on and put it on my clit. I let the dildo slip out and then I started lubing up my ass real good with my fingers. Then I went into the shower, thinking about how nice it was when you fucked my ass there. You remember how we only got that big sillicone cock up my ass that one time? Well, I managed it again, with the hot water streaming down on me and the vibrator busy in my cunt and on my clit. It took a really long time and a lot of lube, but it finally fit. Then I lay on the floor of the shower and turned it and pushed it and rocked on it. It felt like it took forever to come, and it was almost painful when I did, because the orgasm was so strong I sat right up holding the vibrator to my clit and that made the dildo go the farthest up my ass yet! I felt split in two, and it was so amazing. Not as amazing as if you were there, though. And you wanted to know what I was thinking about when I was doing it. Well, I fantasized about the next time you might, you know. Give me an enema. You know how you did it twice last week? I thought about how you might do it just once to clean me out a little but not enough, and then you might start fucking my still-dirty butt, telling me what a filthy whore you knew I was inside, and how you had seen it before and how you'd see it again. I imagined you talking so mean to me, Master, so dirty, I'm almost afraid to tell you. But I want to sleep on the bed, and I love you and obey you. So. I thought about you telling me how filthy your little slut was, with a dirty mouth and a cunt so dirty and used that even a shitty ass was cleaner. And then, in my fantasy, you got closer to coming, and you told me what you were going to do. You told me you would do me a real favor and fill up my ass with your jism, and then you'd put the big butt plug in so none would get out, and eventually you'd clean me out that way, like a disgusting filthy piece of gutter trash ought to be. (Told you it was dirty!) And then you did. But in my head, you didn't stop there. I had only just fit the dildo up my ass in the shower, you see, and I was getting really turned on by the idea of you keeping your cum inside me, that I didn't deserve something so good and clean and so purely you to clean me out because I was such filthy trash. While I worked the dildo in me all slowly, sometimes pulling out for even more lube, I thought about what you might do next. Master. Oh, god. This is really making me hot writing this but I'm so scared you'll make me do what I thought about. You--- you made me suck your cock, Master. Just after you came inside me. You had washed me out the one time, so it wasn't dirty, but it had still just been inside my butt! And I didn't want to, even in my fantasy, but you wiped your cock on my cheek and told me again how my ass was cleaner than my other holes because I've been such a wanton whore, and that I should suck it clean like the slut I was, not even a whore because whores get paid and I wasn't worth it. In my head, I did it, Master. I don't know if I could outside of my head, but I thought about it, if your dick would be sticky with cum, if it would taste like my ass, how long you would make me suck it... But then I thought about what you might do after I sucked you and you got hard again, and I got all distracted. Because I imagined you fucking my ass again, Master. Pulling out the butt plug with me on my hands and knees and ramming your cock right in in one thrust because you knew I was fucked and full of your cum, and you pushed so deep inside me, and then you grabbed my hair and weren't gentle at all, you RAMMED me and told me I was a bitch, a foul little bitch who needed to be cleaned, and then you ordered me to hold my asscheeks apart so you could fuck me deeper, and then you shot another hot load into me! In the shower, I was starting to get close, and I let my fantasy go full-stop. Oh, I'm so ashamed to write this down. I thought about you staying inside me for a long time, and making me keep my cheeks wide apart so you'd stay real far inside my butt. And that you said, without warning or explaining, "You're welcome, slut," and then I felt warm stingy filling-up feelings, and that I realized you were pissing up my ass! I yelped and begged you to stop, but you told me that this was a gift, and if I didn't want it, you wouldn't put the butt plug in and I'd have to run to the toilet squirting your piss and cum from my filthy asshole because I was an ungrateful little twat. And then I came. I was embarrassed and hot and my ass was fucked so deep by the purple dildo and I was so turned on thinking about you treating me like that... that I came. Thank you for your present, Master. Love, Your slave