Itβs a beautiful summer day, blue skies, big fluffy clouds and a bright sun that doesnβt burn you but covers you in warmth all over. We decide to drive to the little town near us and have a slow, soft day. We go for a stroll, watch a play in the park, me in my sundress with the little flowers, him in his nice linen shirt. We hold hands as we walk through the gardens and he plucks a flower to put in my hair. He walks on the outside of the curb, puts a hand on the small of my back to gently direct me where to go because I have no idea where anything is. At dinner, when they lead us to our table, I smile and go to sit even though I donβt like our table but I donβt like causing problems. He frowns and asks for another table. When our dinner gets there, my steak is overdone. I wave it off, but he sends it back. It comes back perfectly cooked.
And at night, when we get home, he takes off all his clothes and drops to his knees and begs me to fuck him in my sundress. I will, but he needs to be good for me first. He knee-walks over to me and lift up skirt for him to crawl under then drape it over him. He doesnβt waste any time before his mouth is on me, moaning as he licks and sucks and breathes me in. I cum in record time, driven partly by his enthusiastic mouth, partly the sounds he makes from under my skirt, and, partly, mostly, because Iβve been wanting him all day. When I cum he doesnβt stop. Heβs not allowed to until I tell him.
βGood boy,β I say, when the black spots fade from my vision. βThat was really good. You can come out.β
He crawls back out, and looks up at me with big, hopeful eyes. I run my hand through his hair, scraping at his scalp gently, and his eyes roll back.
He hums as his eyes fall closed and my touch turns rough, taking a fistful of hair and tugging. Hard, but not that hard. Heβs good, after all. He makes a sound that is somewhere between a cry and a moan.
βDid you like that?β I ask again.
βYes,β he breathes, then adds when I tighten my fist again, βthank you.β
I tell him to get out the strap-on, letting him choose which one I will fuck him with. He comes back holding one of his favourites. Itβs a bit on the bigger side, but not so big that Iβll insist on spending a lot of time prepping him.
He does most of the work getting it on me, then once again wastes no time getting his mouth on me. As is the rule, he licks all over the toy first, groaning as he laps sloppily at me. When heβs covered every inch, he holds out his tongue wide and lets it rest there, staring up at me again.
βItβs okay. You can put it in your mouth,β I tell him, and he wraps his mouth around the shaft in one second and in the next, he has it swallowed down to the hilt. It took us a while to get here with his gag reflex, but he was determined and a good boy, and managed it beautifully. Something I commend him for because my own is rather abysmal, but I have no interest in improving it. Itβs not about his pleasure. When I do go down on him, itβs only ever the strap-on I make him wear.
Heβs breathing heavily with his nose pressed to my stomach and I run my hand through his hair again gently, and say, βYou can suck.β
And he does. With such enthusiasm and skill, I pity the fact that no person with a real cock has ever gotten his mouth on them.
I let him suck for a while, watching as he dribbles precum onto the hardwood floor. Iβll make him clean it up later.
βEnough,β I say finally. βGet on the bed.β
He practically trips all over himself to get to the bed, hesitating only because I havenβt told him which position I want him in. Such a good boy.
He falls on his back, and dutifully spreads his legs, hands behind his thighs. His cock is red and desperate and leaking all over him. I smile. I smile even wider when I see he already has the bottle of lube out.
I crawl between his legs.
βYou got me so nice and wet already, how many fingers do you want?β
I would prefer three, but he groans and says βtwo.β Fine. I can give him two when heβs been so good. Make sure he feels me when heβs trying to sleep. Feels me even tomorrow when heβs at the gym.
But just because Iβm willing to give him two doesnβt means Iβm going to make it easy for him. I take my time, pumping my fingers in and out of him, scissoring and curling, until heβs a blabbing mess and begging.
I giggle. βYou want it, baby?β
βPlease,β he cries, his fingers leaving white prints on his thighs. βPlease, please, please.β
I laugh again. βSo needy.β I draw nearer, place a kiss on the inside of his thigh, then his stomach, but when I move to place a kiss on his tip, he stiffens.
βDonβt,β he says, desperate, βIβll cum.β
Itβs not his call, but I let it slide. I sit back and line myself up against the hole I spent the last half-hour torturing. I donβt press in, just keep the tip against his hole. He cries and starts bucking. I slap his thigh. βHey.β
βDo better,β I scold, but then slowly press in until Iβm buried to the hilt. When Iβm balls-deep inside him, I stare down at him and smile at his blissed-out face. Just need to get a cock in him and he shuts up. βFeel good?β
He swallows. βDonβt cum until you tell me I can.β
βGood boy.β And I start fucking into him.
Honestly, itβs a lot of work fucking someone. Iβm getting my workout in for certain. But itβs worth it to hear him groan and moan and beg and plead. And I make sure he thanks me for all the work Iβm doing.
βPlease can I cum? Please?β
I donβt drag it out too long, even though I love seeing him like this. It was a lovely day, and heβs been good. He deserves this.
The moment I give him permission, he cries and cums all over himself. I keep thrusting until I see little jerks of his body from overstimulation. Then I stop thrusting, staying inside him. I run my fingers through the cum on his stomach and hold it to his lips. Obediently, he opens his mouth, and lets me feed his cum to him. When heβs cleaned up everything and sucked off every last drop of cum, I finally pull out.
He nods. βYes, thank you.β
βGood boy,β I say again. Iβll say it forever. I slide out of bed and take off the strap. Quickly, I change out of my dress, throwing on one of his old tshirts. βStay here a minute.β
I get us both a bottle of water, and some snacks and crawl back into bed where heβs waiting for me. I hand him the bottle and food and he rolls his eyes but takes them obediently. When Iβm satisfied heβs eaten and drank enough, I take them from his hand and put everything on the side and hold out my arms to him. He crawls in, resting his head on my chest.
I grab my latest book from the nightstand and start reading out loud to him until weβre both falling sleep. He takes the book from my hand and places it on the nightstand.
We turn over, his strong body covering mine. And we fall sleep.
