First Time For Everything…

Slivers of light escaped through the curtains, casting shadows over the furniture and my naked body. I didn’t need the light to see the room. This was our room. I knew every inch of it. I picked the furniture, the accents, the bedding. Every item in the room was a testament of our life together. Our escape from the trials of life. Our oasis. It was also where we explored our darkest desires and pushed boundaries.

As instructed, I stood waiting at the end of the bed for him, wearing only white stockings, hair free, cascading down my back. A small shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I had been waiting for at least twenty minutes, ever since he posed me and left. I didn’t know when he would return, only that I was to wait.

Sighing, I conjured an image of him: his blonde hair, curls unruly, this side of too long, sky blue eyes that darkened with desire when I walked in a room, and rough hands that knew every curve of my body so well. The air shifted subtly as the door opened and he came in. I couldn’t stop the goosebumps prickling my skin as the door closed and a lamp was turned on. I looked up, finding him in the silhouette of the soft light. Wearing only a pair of jeans I ached to touch him, run my fingers over his chest. Slide hands into his hair. Stand on tiptoe and kiss him. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, not just his height but his entire presence. I always felt so small around him.

Cupping my cheek he leaned in for a kiss. Eagerly, I rose to meet his lips. “No,” he growled as he pushed me back down, “You wait for me.”

I felt the heat rush through my body, pooling at my core, his hand threaded through my hair, tilting my head back and claiming my lips in a chaste kiss. When his tongue slid over the seam in my lips I parted them slightly. An invitation, which he took, tongue diving deep into my mouth. He held me steady and upright as my knees weakened at the aggression. Hands clenched at my side I shook, wanting to touch him, rake my nails down his back, grab a fistful of hair, but I remained exactly as I was, compliant. 

“Good girl,” he murmured into my mouth, “Are you ready?”

Nodding, unable to form words, I watched his hands conjure up a ball gag. It was black, with air holes, a padded strap and a velcro strip to secure it behind my head. I had picked it out after several conversations of boundaries, consent and I taught him a few signs in sign language. It was the first time we were using it.

Opening my mouth the ball was placed gently between my lips. I adjusted my mouth around it, stretching, letting my tongue probe and become familiar with it. When it felt comfortable I gave a slight nod and he secured it behind my head, fixing the rumpled hair around my shoulders. Dropping a kiss on my forehead he moved behind me. 

Fingers grazing my shoulders, he caressed down my shoulder blades, to my ribs and over rounded hips. Taking his time he enjoyed the feeling of soft skin, supple curves and goosebumps he left in his wake. Starting at the the top of my back he trailed a finger along the spine, pressing me forward, bending me over. My hands went to my knees for support as he cupped my ass, spreading the cheeks, finding a tight asshole waiting for him. Tonight was a night for many firsts. 

Tongue finding the puckered asshole he spit, the tip of the tongue then probing my tight hole. He wanted in that tight spot, but I needed a warm up first. Grabbing the lube off the dresser he liberally coated my asshole, sliding a finger in to test the tightness. A small groan was all I heard when I squeezed. Anal was something he always wanted to do but he was so thick that I would need to be stretched first. Next came the metal end of the fox tail butt plug he ordered. He always said I was a fox, and tonight I would wear the tail of said animal. Gently he pressed the plug at my entrance and with slight pressure pushed in. Taking a breath I relaxed my muscles, pushing out slightly as the plug slid right in. 

With a groan my body accepted the plug, shivering as the fur grazed my ass and thighs as he let it go. Standing back up I gave my body time to adjust to the intrusion. He washed his hands in the ensuite and when he returned gave a slight tug on the tail, causing me to gasp, but it held. 

As he faced me a look of frustration crossed his face, “I can’t kiss you with the gag. But this,” wiping the drool pooling out of the corner of my mouth, “makes it worth it.”

I waited with wide eyes, waiting to see what he would do. Tense, I ached to be touched, teased, to feel the release only he could give me. Fingers found my nipples and pinched, hard. I yelped behind the gag and pushed into the fingers that continued to roughly tweak my nipples. One hand still pinching he slapped first, then the other breast, leaving red handprints on both mounds. Shutting my eyes I groaned, pleasure and pain blurring for me. 

He tweaked my nipples again, enjoying the drool spilling from around the gag. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, tweaking my nipples again, riveted by the drool spilling around the gag. I shook my head no.

“Good girl,” he stated, slapping my breasts again. Grabbing them roughly he brought them to his mouth. I arched my back, eager to let his teeth and tongue work the nipple. Obliging me he nipped and sucked each nipple until my knees started to shake. Wrapping an arm around my waist he held me up, my arms hanging limply at my side. I wasn’t allowed to touch him until he said so, and right now he just wanted to tease and deny me. 

My breath stopped so close to orgasm, hips bucking against him. Instead of letting me have it he released me abruptly, but carefully, positioning me to stand on my own. Not yet. I whimpered behind the gag, drool coating the ball and my chin, dripping to my chest. His forefinger reached out, wiping some of the drool off my chin, circling one nipple, he repeated the action on the other before suckling again. He brought me close to the edge again before stopping. I knew when I came it was going to be on his tongue. 

He walked me over to the bed and propped one foot up on the mattress, opening my core to his fingers and tongue. I held on to the bed post as he knelt down, dropping kisses along my inner thigh, working his way up to my pussy. His tongue darted out, found the swollen nub easily within the wet folds of my pussy. All the teasing had soaked me. Fingernails raked over the bed post as the pleasure ran through me. My other hand cupped a breast, pinching the nipple. I could feel the build, knew he did too when his fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting hard and fast, lips trapping my clit, sucking. The orgasm hit hard, juices squirting around his fingers, making him move his mouth off my clit to my hole, drinking me down. Looking down I see him covered in me, tongue and fingers bringing the next orgasm right on top of the last. This time his hand moved around my hip, tugging gently on the tail adding to my pleasure. The sounds I was making around the gag were primitive and it spurred him forward to capture is own release.  

Standing he spun me, bending me over the mattress as he gently removed the plug. Unzipping his pants he generously lubed his cock and my ass again, before attempting to breach the one hole he hadn’t fucked yet. Eyes closed, breath heavy I felt the tip begin to push in. I groaned loudly as he stretched my tight hole, stilling him, “Am I hurting you?” Shaking my head, I tried to tell him to keep going, it felt so damn good, but the gag muffled my words. Scrambling, I undid the ball, letting it fall from my mouth, “please, don’t stop” I begged. 

With a smile of ownership he pushed further inside me. It was so tight, tighter than my pussy, which was almost vice-like. When his whole cock was buried in my ass he paused. Hands massaging my ass cheeks, I looked back to see his eyes closed, control tight as he adjusted to this new position. Giving a light smack to my ass he looked down, watching his cock slowly pull out and move back in. Stopping to take another moment, savouring the feeling, he let his hands wander over my hips and ass. I, being the feisty fox, squeezed my ass around his swollen cock, hearing him curse as he was almost undone. Smacking my ass hard he reminded me who was in charge.

I looked back at him, our eyes locking I saw the realization that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing my hips he pounded into my ass. No tenderness. No quarter. Rough and deep. Our simultaneous cries, orgasms racking both bodies, was primal. Sure to scare all the neighbours, neither cared. Thrusting once more he collapsed on top of me, but didn’t pull out. There were always the aftershocks for me, and he wanted to know what that would feel like in my ass. 

I push back into the body that pinned me, grinding my ass into his hips I felt the next orgasm lineup. Fingers finding my clit I rubbed it quick until the orgasm crested, squeezing every muscle around his cock, the thickness filling me. I rode through the next two orgasms before finally depleted. Slowly moving my hips down, he pulled away, collapsing onto the bed. I stayed on my belly, looking over at him laying on his back. A satiated smile lighting up his face.

“Just fucking delightful,” he whispered before finally kissing me.