Fuck-Me Frisky Friday: Satin, Lace and Handcuffs

I was most proud of my deception; Ryan had no idea what was being planned in his own house, under his very nose.  I played nice, with a laugh and a smile, throughout our normal weekend activities.  I drew up the grocery list—I did the laundry while he mowed the grass.  We went out to buy him new clothes and buy me new shoes for work—I sat cuddled demurely in his arms while we watched a little TV.  The five-o-clock hour finally rolled around and Ryan got up to leave for his evening shift at work, and he never suspected a thing.

That’s when I put my plan into motion.

I took my time tidying up around the house.  I finished up the laundry, folded it and put it away, humming happily to myself, and then I cleaned up the bedroom and made up the bed.  Ryan would be gone until one a.m., so I settled in to watch a couple of episodes of Law and Order while I painted my nails a pretty, sparkly red.  When it got dark outside, I got up to shower.

I took a long, long time in that shower.  I leisurely washed my hair, closing my eyes and loving the feel of the lather beneath my fingers, running my hands through it as I rinsed it under the hot, steamy water streaming down on my skin.  I scrubbed myself vigorously with cool shower gel and a brand-new loofah; I shaved my legs with slow, deliberate strokes, delighted at the smoothness of them under my palms.  I carefully, delicately ran the razor over the mound of my pussy, generously lathering the skin with soothing shaving lotion between strokes, taking my time to leave it completely bare.

Finally, when I was fully clean and smoothly shaved, I stepped out of the shower, and started getting ready.

 ***

I heard Ryan’s key in the lock almost an hour later.  Smiling to myself, I moved to perch on the edge of our bed as his footsteps quietly came down the hall.

He paused, dumbstruck, when he opened the door.  His eyes moved slowly up and down my body, shocked—as I’d hoped he would be!

“Hi there,” I purred at him.  Stretching out my legs, I stood up and sauntered close to him, showing off my surprise, the slinky black chemise I had bought at the lingerie shop two days ago.  I watched him admire it as I did a slow spin, showing off the clingy, almost see-through material, trimmed with lace along the bodice and satin ribbons running vertically down the seams.  The tiny skirt barely covered my ass, and I paused to let him see the delicate black lace of the thong I wore underneath.

“Well, hello,” he said with a grin.  He hastily dropped his keys and the book he’d brought in with him on top of the dresser, and ran his big hands down my sides to rest them on my hips.  I wriggled out of his grasp and turned around, backing away from him back towards the bed.

“I’ve been a very bad girl,” I said softly, putting on a tiny pout and bringing my hands up to caress my breasts through the fabric of the lingerie.  “I’ve just been sitting here… thinking about you… lusting for you… all night long.”

“Oh, have you?” he said as he came closer.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered.  “I’ve been a naughty, naughty Catie, lying here thinking about you… fantasizing about sucking your long, hard cock…”

“Mmm,” he murmured, putting his arms around me and kissing me on the lips.  “And what should we do about that, hm?”

I smirked, and reached behind me to the thing I had left on the bedspread, blocking from his view.  As he watched, I dangled my newest toys—a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs, buffeted with bright red velvet, and a black fabric blindfold—in front of him.

“I think you ought to punish me,” I whispered.

His grin was wide, and even a little wicked.  He took the cuffs from me, thoughtfully weighing them in one hand while the other one cradled the back of my head and brought me close for a second kiss.

“Is that what you want?” he said.  “Why, Catie… how very adventurous of you.”

I moaned against his lips, pressing my body against him.  He guided me in a circle, turning me away from him, and gently twisted my arm behind my back.

“Put the blindfold on,” he ordered.  I complied, slipping the soft black velvet over my eyes and pulling the elastic over my head.  I felt him close the first cuff around my trapped wrist—the plush feel of the fabric sent a thrill through my flesh.  As he took my other arm and twisted it behind me, closing it in the second cuff, I could already feel my wet, eager pussy aching for him.

“Now, then,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my neck and leaning me forward.  “Can you see anything?”

“Nuh-uh,” I said, shaking my head.

“Very good.”

He pressed me down against the bed, bringing his other hand up to cup my ass firmly.  I uttered a quiet little gasp of joy as he suddenly gave it a smart, swift little slap.

“Tell me how bad you were,” he whispered in my ear.

“I was naughty,” I repeated as he circled his hand on my ass.  “I couldn’t stop thinking of your hard cock fucking me, Ry.”

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?” he growled playfully.  He hadn’t started to undress—as he pressed his crotch against me, I could feel his hard-on already raging under the crotch of his slacks.

“Oh, yes,” I said, pressing my buttocks back against it.  “I need you to fuck me… my pussy is so wet for you.”

“Did you touch yourself, you horny little girl?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed.  “I fingered myself in the shower… I needed you in me so bad.”

“Did you come?”

“No.” I shook my head.  “I saved it for you.”

“Spread ‘em, little missy.”

I felt his hand slide between my thighs and I spread them apart for him, lifting my hips up even more to give him access.  He saw then the thong I wore was crotchless—my pink, wet little pussy lips were bare before him, and I felt him run one finger along the little cleft between them, feeling how slick I already was.

“Do you have a toy for me to use?” he asked, bumping his hips against me, letting me feel his erection again.

“I put it in the first drawer of the dresser,” I said.  “Right behind you.”

I heard him open it, never taking his hand off my back.  Pressing me down a little harder, he traced the tip of the vibrator—a bigger one this time, one made of hard rubber and shaped pristinely like a big, stiff cock—along my cleft, prodding it between my eager folds.  He found the entrance and slid the vibrator in with slow, torturous patience: I let out a loud moan as it filled me, sending a satisfying throb through my tight, eager body.

“Oh, Ry,” I muttered.

“You shaved for me,” he said admiringly, slowly drawing the cock back out.  I made a sound of disappointment until he slid it back in, a little faster this time, sending a shock of pleasure through me.

“I like a nice, smooth, wet pussy…”

His words were close to my ear this time, his breath hot on my neck.  I wriggled my hips against him, moaning as he pulled it out again.  This time he twisted the dial on the end of it, turning it on, and I heard the tantalizing sound of its buzzing a second before he pressed it into my cunt again.

He slid it all the way in, until he could simultaneously press his thumb against my tight little asshole.   He fucked me with it that way for several moments, holding it buzzing for just a second at the entrance before thrusting it back in—I could already feel the slippery wetness of my pussy on the inside of my thighs.

“Tell me how you fucked yourself,” he whispered, sliding the toy in again.  “Did you use one finger to play with your little pussy?”

I moaned and writhed beneath him, shaking my head.

“Two fingers?” he asked.  I nodded.

“Oh, you think two fingers is enough to make up for my cock?” he said, making a point to thrust the vibrator in a little more roughly.  “You think two of your little fingers can fuck you like I fuck you?”

“Uh-uh,” I protested, shaking my head.  Each thrust of the vibrator sent a thrill through my cunt, that climbing feeling of desperate bliss spreading through my pussy lips, my belly, my legs.  He slid it in again and then slapped my ass a second time, and I cried out in joy.

“Oh, please, Ryan,” I said.  “Make me come?”

He slipped the vibrator out and pulled me to my feet, turning me around to sit me on the bed.  One hand came up to my chin and he gently held my mouth open—I heard him turn of the toy and seconds later, he was tracing it along my lips.

“Taste it,” he commanded.  “Taste your pussy on it.”

I obeyed, eagerly taking it in my mouth and sucking it.

“Do you taste good, Catie?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moaned around the cock.  I opened my mouth to let him see me lick it, running my tongue around the hard rubber head, licking the sticky juices of my cunt off of it.

“Oh, no,” he said, taking it away and dropping it on the bedspread beside me.  “No, you’re gonna taste a real cock now, baby.”

I heard him fumble with his belt and then I heard the zipper of his pants.  He took me by the head and firmly pushed me to my knees on the floor, and then I felt his cock slide into my mouth.  He was hard as rock, his head already slick and salty with pre-come.  I moaned happily, savoring the hot, delicious taste of his flesh, eagerly taking him and sucking him with relish.

“That’s right, suck it,” he ordered; his hands grasped the back of my head.  “Suck it good, little lady.”

He thrust it into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat and I squeaked around it.  He didn’t slow, though; again he thrust it deep, filling my whole mouth, and again, until I felt myself gag for breath.

“Ry!” I gasped, pulling away.  “Ry, I can’t take it all!”

“Oh, you can,” he assured me, taking my head in his hands again and  forcing it back in my mouth.  “You’re gonna take it all, honey, like a good girl, all of it.”

He thrust it three times fast, and this time when I gagged he only let me come of it a little before he was thrusting hard again.  Tears filled my eyes but I moaned joyfully, swallowing his cock as deeply as I could, loving the hot smell of his skin and the taste of his come dewing on the head.

Now he moaned, loud and lusty, finding a rhythm and fucking my mouth  eagerly.  I was just starting to fear that he would come that way, chocking me on his hot, bitter semen, when he pulled out and brought me to my feet again.

“Bend over,” he instructed, turning me around to face the bed.  I did, and he grabbed my handcuffed wrists in one hand.  With the other, I felt him spread the lips of my pussy, and guide the throbbing head of his cock to my wet, dripping entrance.

“Do you want it?” he whispered fiercely, pulling my wrists back a little, forcing me to arch my back.  “You want me to fuck you, Catie?”

“Yes!” I begged him.  “Oh, God Ryan, I’m so horny for you!  I need you in my pussy, please!”

“You were a naughty girl,” he reminded me savagely.  “Are you going to misbehave again while I’m gone?”

“Uh-uh,” I said.  “Please, Ry, fuck me!”

“Open your cunt for me, you little tease,” he said, pressing the eager head of his cock against my hole.  “I want to feel your hot, tight little pussy.”

I spread my legs a little wider and then I felt him thrust into me.  I rolled back my head with a loud moan, straining with my shoulders twisted back as pulled out and thrust again, filling me with his hard, demanding  flesh.  One hand held my bound wrists while the other gripped my hip, pulling me back as he thrust forward, sometimes slapping my ass as he pumped himself into me.  I moaned and writhed: every inch of his beautiful cock filled me and my hungry pussy squeezed around him, throbbing with bright pleasure.  I was wet all up and down my thighs now, my little chemise pushed up to my hips as he rocked against me again and again, sinking himself to the hilt in my hot, wet cunt as he panted with the effort.

“Oh, God, Ry!” I shouted, squeezing him as he rode me.  “Oh, oh God, yes, please, Ryan, come?  I wanna feel you come, Ryan, please!”

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped, hitting his rhythm hard.  “Your pussy feels so good, Catie, oh, yes…”

“Come in me, Ry, please come in me!”

Another smart slap on my ass, at the same time he fucked my pussy into climax: I threw back my head and cried out in pleasure as waves of sweet, spectacular orgasm raced through me, my muscles closing suddenly around his wonderful shaft.

“Oh, Catie… oh, I feel you coming…”

Both hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me harder against him, going as deep as he could go, burying himself in my cunt with every thrust.  It didn’t take much longer before he was exploding inside me, his come filling me up quickly and running out of me, down my thighs and dripping onto the bedspread.  I moaned as every new pulse raced the length of his cock inside of me and pumped me full of more—he thrust in as far as he could and held it there, his semen flooding my pussy as it quaked again in utter joy.

“Oh, Ry,” I said breathlessly, heaving underneath him.  “Oh, god, Ry, yes…”

“You feel so fucking good,” he gasped, still not moving.  “Oh, I love coming in your pussy…”

We stayed there several minutes, me bent over the bed, full and dripping with his come, him still thrust deep in me with one hand holding me by the cuffs that bound my wrists.  Finally, he stepped away from me, breathing heavily.

“Oh, Catie,” he said.  “That was great.”

I stood up and ducked my head against his shoulder, so he would lift off my blindfold.  I could see he was gently nursing his cock with the other hand, come still slick on its head.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said with a smile.  “I put the key to the handcuffs in the same drawer there—”

“Key?” he said.  “I’m not un-cuffing you yet.”

I paused, giving him a quizzical look.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he said with a wicked grin.  “In a few minutes, I’m gonna want to fuck your hot little cunt again, missy.”

I stared at him in shock—I couldn’t remember the last time we’d gone twice in a row!

“So get on your back,” he ordered, pushing me onto the bed.  “And spread those legs like I told you to.”