Valentine's Gift

Abruptly, Stacy brought us to a stop. "Stay here a second. Don't even think of putting it back in your pants."

With that, she was gone, walking quickly up the path. I looked around nervously and, while I could hear the sounds of vehicles and pedestrians from the street ahead, I couldn't see anyone from where I was.

It seemed like an hour before she reappeared, although it can't have been more than five seconds. She waved me on toward the top of the hill and I took a deep breath and climbed the path.

The top of the hill was deserted and surrounded by thick bushes that were at least chest high on me. Over the tops of them, however, I could see down several streets. There were pedestrians, vehicles and bicyclists moving along them, oblivious to the fact that the man whose head they could see over the bushes, if they cared to look, had his penis hanging out in the night air. I jumped as I heard voices and realized that the people walking along the sidewalk at the end of the park must be just on the other side of the bushes, at the bottom of perhaps a twenty foot slope.

Stacy looked at me and held her finger up to her lips. I wanted to tell her there was nothing to worry about, I wasn't about to make any sound that might attract attention to me. Even though my nudity was completely blocked from any observation, I felt much more exposed up here, where I could see quite a few people. Stacy motioned to me and I walked over to her. She turned me around and positioned me so that I could see both the streets and the path we had walked up. At least I would be able to see anyone heading up the path well before they saw me.

The slight reassurance this gave me evaporated when Stacy dropped to her knees in front of me and leaned forward to kiss the head of my dick. I jumped at the sudden pleasure and fought down a moan. I started to shake my head in protest and then realized that the passersby would be able to see that and might wonder what I was doing. By the time I had thought of this, she had leaned closer and was running her tongue up the length of my solid shaft.

My knees went weak and I thought again that I was going to come on the spot, but she knew just when to stop to keep that from happening. Then she sank her mouth down on me and I forgot about my fear, about watching the path and about what the pedestrians might see as the waves of pleasure exploded out of my cock and flooded my body. Miraculously, I kept enough presence of mind to not moan aloud.

After the initial shock, I realized that I could control myself enough to keep from coming, at least for a minute or two (one of the few advantages of no longer being in my twenties). As Stacy continued to suck me, I looked around and gave myself up to the thrill of getting a blowjob in the presence of dozens of people without any of them knowing. On the other side of the intersection, I could see a few couples walking arm in arm along the sidewalk, presumably returning from their own Valentine's dinners. Stacy's comments from the restaurant came back to me and I briefly had fantasies about each of the couples I saw, regardless of their age or attractiveness. I imagined one woman, probably in her late forties, discarding her expensive coat and riding on top of her husband's dick in their fancy bedroom. I imagined a young punk couple assaulting each other on their futon as a CD from Hole blared in their tiny apartment. I pictured one couple, a pair of professionals about our age, with her kneeling on a bed while he stood behind her and pounded into her pussy with a big dick.

All of these thoughts flashed through my head in a moment, as Stacy hesitated at the top of my dick for a moment and licked the head. Then all coherent thought was driven from me as she sank down on me again, taking the entire length of me deep in her throat. At this, the pleasure and the fear became almost too much to bear and I felt my orgasm gathering in my balls, straining against the harness to make its way up the length of me.

But Stacy sensed this too and quickly pulled her mouth up and completely off of me. She just sat back for a moment, knowing that the slightest touch or kiss on my genitals would send me over the edge. I drew in a ragged breath and then checked the path again as the cool air worked to push me back from the edge for now. We were still quite alone, but I was both relieved and disappointed when Stacy grabbed hold of my cock and started to delicately slide it back into my pants. By now, there was no choice but for it to stay sticking straight up, and she slipped the silken panties up over the tip and used them to hold it snug against my belly. She zipped me up and stood to join me.

"I think you better hold your coat in front of you the rest of the way home," she whispered.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered back.

With that, she turned and headed down the path without a backward glance. I quickly dug my hands into my pockets and pulled my coat in front of my massive erection before following her.

I felt like I was high on something for the rest of the walk home. The pleasure, the fear, the restraints of leather and silk, and the blood still pulsing in my stiff cock – they combined to cause me to stumble after her in a daze, barely aware of the people who passed by me. I wasn't sure I could find my own way home, so I just followed the angelic vision of my girlfriend as she led me toward a heaven of pleasure and submission.

At home, Stacy was abrupt and commanding.

"Drop your pants around your feet," she said shortly.

I instantly did as she asked, fumbling with my belt in my hurry to please her.

"Come stand beside the couch," she told me.

I obediently waddled over, my pants around my ankles and the head of my penis protruding well above the top of the panties that held it against me.

"Bend over the arm," she said.

I stood at one end of the couch and leaned forward over the arm, placing my hands on the cushions to steady myself. This pressed my cock against the wide leather arm, which was cool enough to make me flinch. I didn't make a noise, however, and I let my weight drop onto the arm, crushing my dick and leaving me dangling awkwardly. My face pressed against the seat and I inhaled the sexy aroma of real Italian leather.

I had barely relaxed when Stacy delivered the first stinging slap to my bare ass.

"This is for covering yourself when we left the restaurant. I was out to display my toy for everyone. Your only thoughts tonight should be about what I want and how you can please me."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I mumbled, but not before another blow fell. Then I just cringed under a barrage of smacks as she alternated between my ass cheeks. The pain was considerable and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth against it. But my cock was harder than it had been all night and I looked forward to each burst of heat with both trepidation and longing.

After an eternity of sweet pain, when my ass burned across every inch, she stopped. I started to take a deep breath to recover until she grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it aside to swing a last smack directly on my exposed asshole.

"Uh!" I grunted involuntarily as the pain swept up into my anus, fading into a warm glow as it passed into my dick and balls.

"Get up," she commanded as she walked away.

I pushed myself painfully to my feet and stood with my head bowed, still reeling with the pain of the spanking.

"Take the rest of your clothes off, even the panties," she told me. "Leave the harness alone."

I swiftly did as she said and soon stood stark naked, with my red ass exposed and my engorged cock held tightly by the leather straps.

"Upstairs. Crawl."

I dropped to my hands and knees and followed her obediently up the steps to our bedroom.

"Lie on the bed. On your back."

I crawled up onto the bed and eased myself back. Even the soft comforter stung my abused butt as I lowered my weight onto it.

Stacy walked up near the head of the bed and bent over. I guessed what was coming. In a moment, I felt her fastening the cuff of our restraints to my right wrist. I used them to tie her up often enough that we left them on the bed, but this was the first time I had ever been bound by them.

Stacy slowly circled the bed, attaching a strap to each of my wrists and ankles and pulling them until I was spread-eagled and quite immobilized. She then slipped a pillow under my head so I was looking down the length of my trussed body. The sight of my penis trapped in its leather cage and straining away from my body in its quest for release turned me on incredibly.

Then Stacy stepped into view at the bottom of the bed and I forgot about my own body as I ogled hers. She stood with her back to me and began unbuttoning her blouse. I watched in admiration as she slipped the blouse off of her shoulders and let it fall halfway down her back. This revealed her first, smaller, tattoo on her shoulder. I've always thought tattoos were sexy as hell and I love the extra appeal they add to Stacy's lovely body. A few seconds later, I was rewarded with a view of the other one as she dropped her shirt. I love her smaller tattoo but I absolutely adore the one on her lower back. It's a Celtic design, vaguely sinister with its hooks and points, that must be six inches high and stretches the width of her back. It's the perfect complement to the place where her back curves in to a narrow waist before giving way to her shapely ass.

Next, she undid her skirt and dropped it to the ground, revealing that beautiful ass surmounted by the fabric of the garter belt and split by the thin ribbon of her G-string. The garters framed her lovely thighs and her stockings encased the sexiest legs I've ever seen.

Finally, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra, allowing it to fall unlamented toward the ground. She moved her hands in front of her chest and then slowly turned around. She held her breasts in her hands, covering the nipples. Her tiny hands couldn't cover her voluptuous boobs, though, and I stared hungrily at those magnificent globes. She moved her hands down, uncovering nipples that were as hard as little stones. She held her breasts out as though offering them to me and I strained forward against my restraints. A faked look of surprise crossed her face.

"Oh, I guess you can't lick them for me right now, can you?" she teased. "I guess I'll have to do it myself."

She raised her right tit in her hand and leaned down to lick her own nipple, just flicking the tongue lightly across it. I struggled again to reach her but I was well trussed and could barely move an inch. She smiled as she moved her tongue to her left tit and repeated the performance. My body screamed at me in desire and frustration.

Then she lowered her breasts against her body and slid both hands, together, down over her stomach, pausing to toy idly with her belly button ring. I began to whimper with desire as her fingers slowly crossed the garter belt and plucked at the waistband of her panties. Then she slipped both hands inside the panties and started rubbing her pussy and playing with her clit. She seemed to stop paying any attention to me as she fingered herself under the panties. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, which pushed her boobs and hot cunt marginally closer to me – but I still couldn't get anywhere near them.

Abruptly, she moved her hands to the sides of the panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. In seconds she was straddling me on the bed, moving up my restrained body and rubbing her dripping hole against me. Then finally, her pussy was directly over my face and she sank down on me. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and assaulted her pussy as best I could.

There was no technique on my part, no attempt to find the clit. I just flicked my tongue rapidly and let her grind into me however she wanted, fucking my mouth, my tongue, my nose. Her cunt was sopping wet and her juices were filling my mouth and sluicing down over my face. I inhaled the glorious smell and taste of her as I tried to work my tongue deeper inside of her. All I wanted was to completely devour her willing pussy. I strained against my bonds, wanting to be able to pull her tighter against me, wanting to run my hands over her ass and tits.

She started bucking on top of me wildly, holding both hands against the wall to keep her balance. It was all I could do just to keep my mouth against her pussy. By now she was crying out to me as she worked herself up to an orgasm.

"Oh my god, you eat my cunt so good, slave. I'm just going to use your mouth to get myself off over and over again tonight. That feels so fucking good. After I come, I'm just going to hold my pussy over your face until you beg me for another taste...."

Her voice became muffled as she suddenly clamped her thighs around my head and forced her pussy down onto my tongue as hard as she could. All I could hear was a prolonged scream as her orgasm swept through her and made her entire body clench with its spasms. At some point I realized that she had let go of the wall in her passion and grabbed my hair, pulling my face even tighter against her.

Finally, she let my head drop back to the pillow and relaxed her thighs. I continued to lick and kiss her thighs and crotch as she pulled slowly away from me. She lifted her body off of my face and slid down the bed beside me. There she dropped onto the bed, exhausted, and laid her head on my chest. As she lay there catching her breath, eyes closed, I wondered if she would just fall asleep like that and leave me aroused, bound and unsatisfied.

Eventually, she moved and slowly sat upright. She ran her hand slowly down my chest and on to my cock. She played with me a little, touching and stroking gently, just enough to torture my leaden shaft. I felt sure that each touch would bring me blissful relief, but she knew enough to keep me just short of the point of no return. I groaned and wriggled around uselessly.

"I bet you want to get fucked, don't you?" she asked. "You've been thinking all night that you'd get fucked. That's the only reason you let me do all this. Well, maybe I don't want to fuck you now. Maybe I'm too tired. Do you think I should just go to sleep?"

"Please, Mistress," I replied, "Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me so bad. I'll do anything for you. I'll eat you out all night. I just want to feel your beautiful pussy. I'll do anything for your pussy."

"You really want to get fucked, don't you? Tell me how much."

"Oh Mistress, I want to get fucked so bad I can't stand it. Every cell in my body is screaming 'Fuck Me! Fuck Me!'. Please, please fuck me hard, Mistress," I replied.

"Very well. But you have to wait just a minute."

With that, she got up off of the bed and walked out of my sight. The sound of her footsteps receded and I realized she had gone into another room. What was she doing? I had thought she was going to fuck me right then. I needed it, I needed release.

I began to struggle in earnest against my bonds. If they would have come free, I would have leapt up and chased her down, wherever she had gone, and taken her right on the floor, or bent over the nearest piece of furniture. After a minute or two, I gave up when I realized I was just pulling the restraints tighter.

After what seemed like a long time, I heard her footsteps again. I tried to look at her, but I couldn't move my head enough to see her. With agonizing slowness, she walked across the room and came into my view. I ran my eyes appreciatively down her body again – and was shocked when I got to her crotch. She had a massive penis protruding from between her legs! After my initial surprise, I realized she had put on a strap on dildo and the huge fake cock was now bobbing up and down in front of her as though it had always been part of her body.

I was shocked, but incredibly turned on. She knows that I have a submissive streak and that the depths of my fantasies include acting like a slutty woman.

"You begged me to fuck you, right?" she asked. "Well, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Literally. Do you still want fucked so badly?"

I paused for a long moment, eyeing up the cock that was so much bigger than my own decent sized tool. "Yes, Mistress."

"Don't move while I adjust your restraints," she told me.

As I watched her moving about with the big dick sticking out from her, she pulled another set of straps out from under the bed. Those certainly hadn't been there the last time I had used our bondage gear on her. She attached one just above each knee and then loosened the ones on my ankles. I resisted the urge to try to trap her with my feet and pull her against me. I trusted my Mistress.

She bent my legs up so they were spread and in the air, just the right position for getting fucked. Then she tightened the straps above my knees and the ones on my ankles. I was now suspended with my legs spread and my ass exposed.

She disappeared for a few seconds and returned with a bottle of lubricant.

"Time for you to get fucked good and hard, slave boy," she told me.

She carefully smeared lubricant down the length of her dick and then reached down and stuck a glob directly on my asshole. The cold of the lube and the attention of her finger had me squirming and moaning instantly.

"Hold still," she commanded.

I forced myself to lie quietly as she knelt between my legs. My doubts resurfaced as I watched that monster cock disappear between my legs. But my own dick was now so big and hard I thought I might even rival the dildo.

Then there was another touch against my asshole, light at first, and then more demanding. It was extremely pleasurable, triggering all the nerve endings down there and stimulating my prostate already. Then she sank down farther and the pain started. I must have grimaced because she looked at me, not unkindly, and told me, "Don't worry, I'll take it slow. I want to savor deflowering my little slave."

Slow indeed. She slid forward a little at a time and with each passing second, the pain grew – but not as fast as the pleasure. Finally, the head of her cock slipped past my anal ring and I let out a gasp of pain and pleasure. It felt like I was splitting apart, like my innards were getting overfilled. Yet an ungodly pleasure was passing through my body, not focused in my dick like normal sexual pleasure, but pushing all through me. It was like the pleasure was an entity of its own, filling me and trying to burst through my skin.

With a sudden thrust, she was inside of me the whole way and I lost all coherent thought. At some point she asked me if everything was alright and I could barely form the words to tell her, yes, everything was wonderful, just please, please, don't stop. Then I was just moaning and crying as she started to stroke and then pound into my ass. I pushed back against her as best I could and just screamed out my pleasure as she fucked me hard. Through the bright light filling my vision, I could see her heavenly body thrusting at me and that more than anything drove me into the absolute abandon of raw lust.

I had actually lost track of my desire for an orgasm, as the feeling of getting fucked good and hard was so fulfilling that I had no room to want for anything else. Then she reached down and wrapped her hand, still covered in lubricant, around my shaft. At once, the two pleasures merged and after a few furious strokes of my cock, my body exploded into a million pieces and my cum erupted from me in a torrent. I don't usually shoot my load very far, but the first shot landed directly on my face and I eagerly licked it as the orgasm raced through me and the pressure in my ass built to the point where it seemed like I was having an anal orgasm, too.

Finally, the waves of pleasure slowed down and Stacy followed suit. She let go of my cock, now completely spent, and took hold of her own to ease it out of my ass. For a second, I felt an uncomfortable sensation and then she pulled out of me and I just felt an emptiness and a longing. Being penetrated, being invaded, had felt so good.