Holding My Breath

‘Like’ could be tender and perverted all at once, which summed up Quinn most beautifully.

The first item he produced was a common thing, a bottle of lubricant he could have picked up at the grocery store. As wet as she was, he wouldn’t have needed it if he was merely after the slippery shelter of her cunt. It was the second thing he revealed to her that gave point to the first: a fat little anal plug made of green glass.

‘Still trust me?’ he asked, rolling the toy between his fingers so that it caught the light.

‘What else do you have?’ she whispered, and squeezed her thighs together in anticipation as he set the plug on the table beside the lube.

The next was a basic vibrator, an economical little phallus, unlike the wand she kept tucked in her nightstand. For hers, she had a multitude of sleeves and attachments, but in those capable hands she imagined his ten-dollar vibe would make her beg for more.

‘Ass up,’ he repeated.

She hadn’t realised that she had drooped, but at his word she thrust her ass up to him.

‘Are you saving those three smacks?’

His only response was to jerkily unleash his cock, an impressive column that strained away from heavy balls towards his hairy belly. A quick hand waved across the tip like that of a magician trying to glamour his audience, and he showed her his wet palm before working the tip in a way only a man could handle his own cock.

‘Ass. Up.’

As she extended her invitation, he picked up the lube and tossed it onto the bed, then brandished the plug in his free hand.

‘A little too eager, aren’t we?’ he asked, reviving the heat of her ass with a look she felt. ‘When I go home I’m getting on my fucking knees and praying for good health to the president of Barry REIT for putting you in this position in the first place.’

‘I’m pretty sure they’d frown on this sort of thing. They’ve contributed quite a bit to the Conservative cause, and we all know how those people feel about anal sex.’

‘Until they have a spectacular ass like yours offered up.’ He ran his hands over the swell of her buttocks. ‘Do you want your smacks before or after you take what I’ve got for you?’

‘Give me the plug first,’ she begged, peering to one side to find him. It was no use. He was positioned behind her, out of sight.

‘This isn’t a first for you, then?’

‘God, no, but it has been a long time.’

She sucked in a deep breath, unsure whether she should be entirely truthful with him. She’d probably never shut him up if she said it. Still, she was compelled by his fingers parting her cheeks and the cool dollop of lube on her asshole.

‘And you’re very big,’ she finished.

‘I am big, aren’t I?’ he said, and gave her the tapered tip of the plug. ‘How long has it been?’

‘Two years,’ she confessed, and gripped the bedding as he gave her a little more.

‘Do you think you can take me?’

Molly laughed, then gave him the condensed version of her little secret. After some coaxing without success, she’d bought what was called a ‘starter kit’ on the Internet and convinced Aaron to use the smallest size on her. As for actual anal sex, they had never attempted it, so technically it was closer to eight years since she’d last participated in the real thing.

‘What are you doing?’ He stopped and withdrew the plug. ‘Too much?’

Much like the alleged giggling while being spanked, she had developed a habit of humming while being penetrated. It had started when she’d learned how to insert the plug herself, once Aaron got squeamish and gave it up.

‘It’s just a habit. I can’t help it and I don’t know when I’m doing it.’ She whipped her head around. ‘Are you going to keep going or not?’

‘Was that from Mary Poppins?’

‘Yes.’

‘When they’re all dancing on the rooftops, right? Do you take requests?’

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’

She thrust her ass up, and squealed with the sudden hard crack on her ass.

‘You should be nicer to me, Molly. I’m about to fuck you through that wall over there.’

Once more he probed her with the end of the plug, and once more she resumed her humming, cheerfully at first, but as the base widened and stretched, and she was seized by the usual worry that she wouldn’t be able to take it, she began to sing frantically under her breath.

The last of the plug went in, and the discomfort turned into the awareness of being stuffed. She let out a puff of air and squashed her cheek into the pillow.

Quinn returned to the bedside table. ‘Have you ever done a threesome?’

‘Didn’t you ask me that the last time?’

‘The last time I asked if you wanted one. Now I’m asking if you’ve ever had one.’

‘Twice,’ she admitted, and as she watched him pull a package of batteries from the bag she started to feel restless. She was good and corked, but she wasn’t filled. The vibrator was uninspiring. Maybe if he had brought her a rabbit or something else with substance … something she could use on herself while she sucked on him again.

‘Two men or a man and another woman?’

‘Two men, both times.’

‘And …’

She pushed up onto her forearms and looked up at him. ‘You want details?’

‘Just specifics.’ He twisted the end of the vibrator back on and set it next to the pillow above her head. He took his cock in hand again and leaned against the table. ‘Did you fuck them one at a time or together?’

‘I sucked one off while the other fucked me,’ she said, and reached for the vibrator. ‘That was the first time, and it wasn’t planned. Once we came, we were all too shocked to do anything more.’

‘And the second time?’ He released his cock and reached behind him for the condom box.

‘The second time was planned, and the things we wanted to do were planned. It started off with a hand job for one in the car, a blowjob for the other once we were back at the house. Then they went down on me together.’ She twisted the end of the vibrator back and forth, testing the strength of its oscillations. ‘Two tongues, many fingers, a vibrator in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. And then …’

She glanced up at him. He’d gone still, the condom in one hand and the torn wrapper in the other.

‘Don’t tell me I’ve shocked you.’

‘You have. I had convinced myself that I was the naughtiest thing you’ve done. I started to have my doubts when you didn’t flinch when I told you I wanted to fuck your ass, but I didn’t expect you to tell me you’ve been shared in bed.’ He tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the condom down his dick with a snap. ‘I don’t know when I’ve last been so turned on. You’re a woman in frilly underwear and a red ass, who hums when taking a butt plug and has a filthy history for me to mine, and I get to do whatever I want with you.’