He moaned and filled the condom with his cum. She kept grinding and thrusting her hips with urgency. He was losing his erection and she needed to cum, it had been over three months since was properly fucked.
“No baby, please keep fucking me, make me cum. I need to cum,” she pleaded, knowing full well she wasn’t going to get what she needed.
“What’s up with you lately?” he asked, as he rolled off her.
She rolled on to her side with her back him and remained silent.
“Fine, be that way. I guess I won’t be spending night, again,” he huffed and gathered his clothes.
The sound of her door slamming was a relief to her. She reached in to her night table drawer and grabbed a butt plug and an eight inch dildo. Both were gifts from me. Her thoughts raced to the last time I had fucked her. Her pussy tingled as she closed her eyes and re-played the scene in her mind. She was on the floor, on her knees, her face to the ground and her ass in the air. Her arms tied behind her back and her breasts bound tight. My thumb shoved deep in her ass, as I pounded her dripping pussy with my thick cock.
She unceremoniously shoved the butt plug in to her ass and rolled on to her back. She spread her legs and slammed the dildo inside her. Trying to recreate the rhythm and force with which I had fucked her.
“Fuuuuuuck, call me your beautiful whore. Please call me your whore again, Gil,” she moaned to herself, as she rammed the dildo in her hungry pussy.
She remembered the words I had growled at her.
“Cum for me, my beautiful whore!” I had growled as my cock pumped her full of my seed.
She kept the dildo and butt plug buried deep inside her, lifted her hips off her mattress and came violently. Her pussy tightened its grip on the dildo. She had to push down hard on it, to keep her pussy from pushing it out of her.
“Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck! Gil!” she moaned to herself when her orgasm subsided.
She lay still for moments, savoring the feeling of the toys inside her. She liked feeling filled.
She grabbed her cell phone and texted me a message.
“Hey, how are you?”
My cell phone chimed. I read her message and texted her back.
“I’m good. How have you been?”
“I need to hear your voice. May I call you?”
I dialed her number and waited for her to answer.
“Hi Gil,” she moaned in a small voice.
“Hello Mandy, it’s been a while, are you alright?”
“I’m okay. I wanted to hear your voice, that’s all. Sorry for texting you so late.”
“I’m on the West Coast. It’s three hours earlier than Toronto,” I chuckled.
“When will you be back?” she asked.
“I land in Toronto, Friday afternoon, at four.”
“Four more days,” she sighed and asked, “May I pick you up at the airport, and coffee, can we do coffee at the airport?”
“We may,” I smiled.
“Thank you, Gil. I miss you,” she whispered.
Mandy had wanted to test the waters of being a sub shortly after we had met. She loved rope play and asked to be introduced to a Dom\sub relationship. I obliged her. A few months after her introduction to being a sub, she met Ben through her work. He was twenty nine years old, the same age as her and they shared similar interests. She told me she had feelings for him and thought that Ben was attracted to her. I encouraged her to pursue her feelings. They began casually seeing each other to see where it would lead.
She would call me from time to time, when she needed something other than vanilla sex. I was more than happy to provide it to her. Be it phone sex, a set of tasks for her to perform, rope play or a marathon of hard fucking. She had told me that the vanilla life style could no longer satisfy her sexual needs.
That is why she had texted me. She craved something.
“What do you need from me, Mandy?” I calmly asked her.
Mandy remained silent for a moment. Her breathing was deep and slow.
“Call me yours, Gil, please,” she begged.
“You’re my beautiful whore, Mandy,” I whispered in a gruff voice.
“Fuuuuuck yes, thank you, Gil,” she purred.
“What else do you need from me, Mandy?”
“I need you to order me to remove your beautiful gifts from inside me and go to sleep, please, Sir,” she begged again.
“You will remove only the dildo from inside you. I want you to sleep with the butt plug in your gorgeous ass, Mandy,” I growled. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Ohhhhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum!” she cried out.
“Mmmmmmm, yes, cum for me, my beautiful whore,” I commanded in a low throaty growl.
I heard Mandy take a deep breath and then a short silence. As her orgasm subsided, she let out a low whimpering moan of satisfaction.
Mandy groaned in to her phone, “Thank you, Sir.”
“You are welcome, Mandy. Good night, now go to sleep.”
“Good night, Gil. Only the butt plug in my ass, Sir,” she purred.
I landed in Toronto on time and made my way to the luggage carousel. Mandy was waiting for me at the arrival gate. Her face lit up when she spotted me walking through the gate. She ran towards me and threw her arms around me. I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her up off her feet.
“Hello, Mandy,” I smiled.
“Hello, Gil,” she smiled back, “Kiss me, please.”
“At your service, Milady,” I grinned and kissed her lips.
“Mmmmmmmmmm, I missed you, Gil.”
“It’s been a while since we chatted, Mandy. Let’s grab a coffee and catch up.”
“I’d rather stay just like this,” she grinned.
We made our way to a coffee shop, ordered and sat at a table.
“How have you been, Gil?” Mandy asked me, as she slid her delicate fingers in to my hand.
“Busy, insanely busy with work,” I replied and gently squeezed her fingers.
I had missed her touch, her softness and her scent. My cock was fully erect and throbbing for her.
Mandy smiled and replied, “All work and no play…”
I laughed, “That sums up the last little while for me, Mandy.”
“Have you been watching me on TV?” she coyly asked.
I grinned and replied, “Whenever you are on, Mandy. Like clockwork. I really enjoyed your interview with Martin Short. It seemed like you both had a lot of fun.”
Mandy laughed out loud, “He is such a nice man and so very funny. It was a lot of fun.”
I got up from our table and ordered a chocolate chip muffin. Went back to the table and placed it in front of Mandy. I took out a candle from my jacket pocket, placed it in the muffin and lit it.
”I know I am a day early, Mandy. Happy Birthday, make a wish and blow out the candle,” I smiled at her.
“Oh Gil, you remembered. That is so sweet. You are so sweet, I am going to cry, thank you,” she almost sobbed the words.
“No need to cry, Mandy. Thirty is the new twenty, or something along those lines,” I chuckled.
She stood up and walked to me, hugged me and passionately kissed my mouth.
“I want to sit on your lap and make my wish, please,” she grinned.
I offered her my lap and held her hips when she was seated on me. She stared at me with a coy smile on her lips. She approved of my cock being hard in her presence. She leaded forward and wiggled her ass on my hard cock, as she blew out the candle. Mandy broke off a piece of the muffin and fed it to me. I took a bite and she ate the rest of the piece.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “Will you be giving me a birthday spanking, Sir?”
I bit her lower lip and replied, “We’ll see.”
“Will you come to my party tomorrow, Gil?” she asked after a long sigh in reply to my answer.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mandy. It might be a bit uncomfortable for me,” I replied.
“Hmmmm, you mean it might be uncomfortable for me. I don’t picture you as the uncomfortable type,” she chuckled.
“For both of us, perhaps, is how I should have phrased it,” I replied.
“I won’t even think about pouting and asking you to come,” she grinned, “The invitation is open, you know where I live.”
Pouts are my weakness, Mandy learned quickly not to over use pouts to get what she wanted from me. And, not to, “top from the bottom”, to get what she wanted.
“Thank you, Mandy. If I change my mind about the prospect of spending an evening with a group of drunken people, nearly half my age, listening to music that is foreign to me, I will attend your party,” I laughed.