Belinda s Second Birthday Present
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She'd known that he had a dark side to him; probably that's what had attractedher to him all those years ago. Now it was the evening of their tenth anniversaryand she sat, alone by her dressing table, where she'd sat all day, staringat the items on it.
They were his anniversary presents to her, neither of which she really wanted,but he'd made it clear that he expected her to choose between them before shecame down and greeted their guests.
It had all came to a head that morning. It had started out well, with hergetting up early, and making him breakfast, a breakfast which had ended upforgotten.
When she returned upstairs, her robe open invitingly, her nipples just visiblearound the edge of the material. They caught the early morning light, sendingsparkling shafts around the room. Each of her nipples had been pierced, manyyears ago, and last anniversary he gave her a pair of jewel studded bars toreally set her off. There was a matching set, hidden by the tray she carried,between her thighs.
As she entered the room, she couldn't but help but notice, that he'd thrownthe covers almost completely off, revealing his morning glory, in all its glory.She paused for a moment, reliving the many times she'd been carried away bythe feel of him filling her.
Grinning, she placed the tray beside the bed, and moving quietly, she crawledonto the bed, slowly sliding her body along his still sleeping form. She lether breasts, and especially her sensitive nipples, adorned as they were byhis jewellery, rub sensuously along his thighs. The feel of his hair againsther, sent shivers through her, straight from her nipples, through her breastsand straight to her centre between her thighs.
She could feel herself moistening, partially at the electric thrill of hertouching him, partially in anticipation of his member slipping so easily intoher. Pausing, she knelt over him, staring down into his sleeping face, watchinghim, loving how beautiful and relaxed he looked.
She let her hand slip between her thighs, not surprised to feel just howslick the tops of her thighs had become. She let her fingers trail up and downher labia, teasing and playing with the rings that pierced her labia.
He's mentioned that he loved erotic and exotic piercings many years ago,so one year, as a present to him; she screwed up her courage, and had founda reputable piercer to have them done. She still remembers that woman's surprisewhen she insisted on having them all done in one sitting. Apparently most peoplestarted with one, and added more over time. Not her, she knew exactly whatshe wanted. It had driven them crazy that year, all the metal in her flesh,but not being able to touch for several weeks.
When they had healed, she remembered it as one of their best ever weekends;they couldn't get enough of each other.
Returning to the moment, she gently spread herself, enjoying the feel ofthe cool air as it hit her hot sex. The touch of her finger as she just brushedagainst her hard slit made her shake with excitement.
Taking a gentle but firm grip, she angled him so that his morning erectionwas pointing straight at her hot and ever so eager pussy. Sighing, she loweredherself, pausing as she felt the tip of his cock start to push her inner wallsapart. Savouring every moment, every ridge of his thick head as it spearedher; she teased herself, drawing out the moment until she was sitting firmlyon him.
Christ it felt good to feel that full. It never ceased to amaze her how hefilled her so completely. How it seemed that his cock was made to fit exactlyinto her pussy. Every time took her, it felt so good.
By now she was rocking her hips forwards and backwards, grinding her hipsagainst his, and slowly, lovingly bringing them towards a crashing climax.
His eyes opened suddenly, and he shouted at her to get off, reinforcing hiscry with a massive thrust of his hips, which initially drove him so deep intoher, almost brought her to an unexpected orgasm, but had the effect of throwingher off him.
Moving quickly he rolled of the bed before she could quite realise what happened,and stood over her, looking down with a mixed look of desire and revulsion.
As she looked up at him, she realised that somehow he knew. That he knewall about her dalliance with the boy who mowed the lawn. She opened her mouthto explain, then slowly closed it again, realising that she couldn't explain.How could she?
How could she explain that the look of lust she'd seen in the boys eyes hadexcited her, and that when she'd flirted with him, he blushed so cutely! Asshe teased him, it dawned on her that although he so desperately wanted her,he didn't know what to do. It was delicious, her a married woman seducing thelawn boy. The sex had been hard and heavy, leaving them covered in a sheenof hot sex, it had been so addictive.
And now he knew.
Wordlessly, he turned from her, and went to his bedside drawer. "I was goingto give you these later, but now's a good a time as any" he said, throwingsomething onto the dresser. And with that, he turned and walked out of thebedroom, pausing to tell her "The next time I see you, I want to see one ofthese items in your hands"
She lay there, stunned, her emotions running wild, and still with an achebetween her thighs. She slowly stood, covering herself with the robe, beforegoing and taking a look at what he'd left her.
The first item was a sheaf of papers, a divorce actually, a divorce thatleft her with what she'd brought into the marriage, and precious little else.All that was needed was her signature. The other items were more serious, moresinister.
They were four small padlocks, and a bottle of super glue. What the F shethought, her mind trying to make sense of them. With a dawning horror, sherealised what they meant. He wanted her to choose between him and her sex.How could she? How could want her to make such a decision?
Now it was time, the guests would be turning up shortly, and she must beready.
Her fingers gently smoothed out the divorce papers, before curling aroundthe padlocks. Her head held high, she went down stairs to face him.
He was sitting there, the living room, watching old movies of their wedding,their previous anniversaries. He looked up, and she opened her hand to showhim the padlocks. He nodded, and made a vague hand motion, indicating thathe wanted her to begin fitting them.
She tried one last time to get him to change his mind, to make him realisethat if she went through with her chastity, he'd no longer be able to makelove to her, that her warm and welcoming pussy, a pussy that he fitted so snuglyinto would forever be withheld from him. He nodded, agreeing with her, butthen chilled her by telling her that there were other ways in which they couldmake love, and that later that night, after the guests had gone they would.
She swallowed heavily, realising what he meant. Not that she'd ever doneit Greek style, after all she wasn't that kind of girl. Well maybe she hadn'tbeen, but it was all that her future held for her now.
He stood, offering her the chair, looking impatiently at her, telling herthat this was her choice, that there was another option if she didn't wantto go through with it.
With silent tears streaming down her face, she sat in the chair, and spreadher legs wide, letting him see exactly what she was about to do. Her fingersfumbled with the existing rings, trying to undo the beads that kept them inplace. Finally she had removed the last one.
The hasp of the padlock felt cold, so very cold as she slipped it throughthe first pair of piercings, drawing her labia together. She looked at himimploringly, trying to find the words that she was sorry, that she really lovedhim, after all she'd gone this far, wasn't this proof enough for him.
Her heart sank as he shook his head. All she could think off was the feelof him that morning, the way he filled her being when she was so full of him.She was amazed to realise that her sex was responding, trying to tell her thatit wanted, no needed to feel his cock inside her, fulfilling her. It wasn'ttoo late, there could be others, it seemed to be trying to tell her.
She almost relented, was about to change her mind when she felt her fingerspress a little too hard. There was a terrifyingly loud click, and she realisedthat she'd made her decision. After that first one, the rest were easier tofit, to close her for the last time.
As she sat there, her labia pressed tightly together, she was surprised tofind that she was more turned on than she'd ever been, than she could everremember. Her mind was racing, chasing thoughts around and around, tellingherself that she'd felt her last cock, that she'd never feel one again, buta tiny part of her relished that knowledge, relished the need that would neverbe satisfied.
Maybe he did know her best after all. Now that she couldn't have it, it wasall she wanted. Her entire body seemed on fire, every nerve sang out. Slowlyit dawned on her that now that her sex was off limits, just how turned on shewas. Maybe, just maybe taking him in her ass would be enough to sate the burningdesire she now felt, centred on her locked sex.
He pulled her to her feet, and gave her a brief hug, before sending swattingher on her ass, sending her to get changed. That swat sent shivers throughher, as the padlocks swayed slightly, pulling on her.
As she walked up the stairs, she could feel them, pulling, tugging on hermost intimate flesh. Walking would never be the same, she thought, surprisedby how her closed labia pressed against her clit.
Once upstairs, she took a moment to explore her new adornments, and was frustratedto find that one of the locks passed right over her clit. Her labia were sotightly closed she could barely fit a finger between them, and then to findthat she couldn't get the right angle to easily bring herself pleasure. Itwasn't fair! She was so turned on, and unable to do anything about it, at leastat the moment. Maybe if she had more time, she could work something out, someway that she could toy with herself.
That evening went by in a haze, she barely responded to their guests, hermind was focused between her thighs, and the feelings her body was generating.Every time she moved, she could feel the locks sway backwards and forwards,pulling on her, teasing her. She was so turned on, she was surprised that noone reacted to the raw scent of desire she was giving off, or maybe they werejust too polite.
There was one moment of extreme embarrassment, when they sat down to dinner.She hadn't considered the chair and was mortified when, as she sat, the locksbumped against the frame with a loud "clunk!" She could feel her cheeks colouring,but a hasty glance around showed that no one paid too much attention to thesound.
Eventually the evening was over, the last guests had gone home, and justthe pair of them were left. "Ready?" he asked, as he took her by the handsand led her upstairs. He was surprisingly gentle, loving even, especially whencompared how he'd been earlier.
She couldn't decide was he being exceptionally cruel, or loving when theyended up in bed. He started by making the usual moves, the ones that ten yearsof marriage had honed. His touch, his mouth, his fingers visited every partof her, arousing and stimulating her. It was so frustrating! She knew thatshe was so very turned on, so desperate to feel him take her, but every timehe let his fingers explore her now locked pussy, they reminded her afresh thathe wasn't ever going to slip into her again. The feel of his fingertips asthey traced the edges of her closed labia was such exquisite torture. She couldfeel them swell even more, pressing harder and harder against each other, andagainst her trapped clit.
Eventually the time she dreaded arrived, and he rolled her over, exposingher ass to the cool night air. She lay there, not knowing quite what to expectfrom this first time. She let out a little gasp, as she felt something colddrip between her cheeks. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as he coveredhis erection with baby oil, making it glisten in the moonlight.
"Just relax" he said, as she felt his weight shift, and then in was time.She could feel the tip of him pressing against her virgin ass. She tried torelax, but it was difficult to, she was so unused to this. She felt her assrelax slightly, as the tip of his head slipped into her, opening her up tohim. He paused, letting her get used to the full feeling, before pressing again,letting a bit more of him slip into her.
She was pleased that he was taking it slowly this first time, giving hertime to adjust, to accept the feel of his cock in her ass. It was different,very different, not at all like being made love to. She wasn't sure if sheliked it or not, but it was all that she was going to experience from now on,she thought.
She had been so lost in trying to work out her feelings; she was surprisedto feel his thighs against hers, his hot breath on the nape of her neck. Herotated his hips, making his cock move deep in her. She could tell from hisbreathing that he loved this, that he was so very turned on. She could feelthe weight of his balls as they pressed against her closed labia, stimulatingthem again.
As he started to slowly thrust, each one slightly harder than the one before,she realised that his weight was pressing her against the locks. She shuddered,when on one deep thrust he pressed hard enough against her, so that the haspof the lock over her clit pressed against it, rubbing her hard, sensitive clitwith the now warm metal.
When he slowed, took it gently, there wasn't quite enough pressure. It dawnedon her that if she wanted to cum, he'd have to take her hard and fast, thatslow, loving sex wouldn't be enough.
She cried out, asking, begging, demanding that he take her ass hard and fast,that she needed him to take her as hard as he could. As he thrust harder, deeper,she could feel the clasp hitting her clit, arousing her, bringing her nearerand nearer to an unexpected orgasm.
With a roar, he buried his cock as deep into her ass as he could get it.She could feel his cock pulsing as it pumped his cum into her ass. This lastthrust was just enough to send her over the edge of her own orgasm, and shefelt herself shudder at the force of it. As his hot cum filled her ass, herass was tightening and relaxing, trying to milk all of his cum out of him.She could feel her pussy contracting, trying to grip the cock that wasn't there.She could feel her juices dripping from the join of her labia, dampening thesheets.
After, as he held her tightly in her arms, she realised that this time shewas lucky to orgasm, that if he'd had her on her knees, or worse, on her back,then she wouldn't get the right stimulation. She'd get enough to turn her on,but not enough to make it. She realised that she'd be pretty horny from nowon, the locks a constant reminder of both her anniversary and her indiscretion,but at least she "could" cum, if only infrequently.
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