A Single Touch

She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Her hazel eyes fixated on him. He’s laying on his back, naked, with his legs spread and head craned forward.

He strokes his throbbing cock. An empty bottle of lube lays to the side, his mast shimmering as his fingers slide up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

He looks deep into her eyes and licks his lips. Every night she sits there and watches him masturbate. He takes in her curly black hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her plump limps and soft, ochre skin fuel his desire. She’s wearing an old university sweater and sweatpants, her generous curves hidden beneath layers of cotton blend. But her attention is all the fuel he needs to make his heart race and keep him pumping for her.

It’s been weeks since he last felt her touch. For months she worked to deny him parts of their sexual experience together. She slowly started having sex with him less often. After some time she would only give him handjobs and blowjobs. He was still allowed to service her with his mouths and fingers, but even that was eventually put to an end. Soon the blowjobs stopped, followed quickly by the handjobs.

It all lead to this. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breath quickening. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he raced towards orgasmic bliss but quickly opened them again to look into the eyes of the woman staring at him between his legs. She held him in her gaze and at that moment he erupted, white ropes splattering across his stomach and chest. He pulled on his cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure into the tangle of black hair coating his torso.

He finally dropped his arm to his side, his spent, limp cock lay against his thigh. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he caught his breath, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

He feels the bed shift as the woman gets up and walks out of the room. When she leaves, he lets his mind wander and think about how he got here. Every denial, every rejection. He embraced it all. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but every step of the way to the present moment felt right. He reached for the towel left for him on the nightstand to clean the cum from his body.

He managed to wipe most of it off, but he could feel the residue harden in patches on his skin. Placing the towel next to him he waited patiently for her to return. He listened to the sounds of her going through her nightly facial routine, the sound of the sink turning on and off.

Eventually he hears the sound of bare feet making their way back to the room. She walks in completely naked. His heart skips a beat as she makes her way to one side of the bed. Her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples swing with every step. Stretch marks spread across her wide hips and belly, rippling as she lifts the covers and slides in next to him. He quickly gets himself under the covers and curls up onto his side. She slides one of her arms under his head and wraps her body around him, her soft skin enveloping him.

As he drifts off to sleep, the words she said when they started on this journey together echo in his head:

“You will always have me when you sleep.”

Flexing Command

Sid paced the width of the bed, the carpeted floor soft beneath his feet. He rolled the cuffs of his white dress shirt to this elbows as he looked down at the submissive toy before him.

Her pale skin glistened with sweat. Sid hid his smile when he noticed how flush she was getting holding herself on display for him. Sid decided it was time he rewarded her for her obedience and stopped pacing to finally look down at her.

Sid’s hard stare captured his toy’s attention, then he said, “Now I will begin your inspection.”

Sid knelt at the edge of the bed. His toy was laying on her back with her knees up and spread. Sid reached and out an gently rubbed his toy’s soft ass and inner thighs. He slowly crept his fingers closer to her exposed pussy and asshole, making sure he didn’t make any contact with her inviting lips.

“Well done. It looks like you’ve moisturized since your last inspection,” he said, slowly massaging her inner thighs.

“Thank you, sir,” the toy whispered.

Sid felt it was time to finally reward his little slut. He gently spread her lips to expose her wet, pink warmth. He leaned in an tenderly licked his toy’s desperate, swollen clit. The toy let out a guttural moan, goosebumps immediately spreading across her skin.

Sid smiled and licked and sucked his toy’s perfect pussy. “You taste absolutely divine,” he said between sloppy mouthfuls of her cunt.

“Th-Thank you, sir,” the toy barely managed to say between moans and heaving breaths.

Sid paused before moving lower towards his toy’s brown, puckered hole. He licked his lips and watched as it flexed in anticipation. Sid trailed the tip of his tongue around the rim before slipping inside. He inhaled deeply, taking in his toy’s rich, sensual musk.

He was ravenous.

Sid stood and wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand and looked down at his handiwork. His toy lay in a huddled mess, a wet stain darkened the sheets between her legs. He rolled his sleeves back down and re-did his cuffs. He was impressed his toy lasted as long as she had. He would have liked to have gone longer, but he had other appointments to make.

Sid quietly put his shoes back on and left the toy’s apartment without saying another word.

—

Sid stood at the foot of the bed. He flexed his neck to the left and right, trying to release some of the tightness he felt. He looked down at the pair of toys before him. They assumed the correct position and were as eager as ever for their inspection.

Sid took his time rolling up his sleeves. These two toys deeply disappointed him at their last inspection. They didn’t leave their front door unlocked which meant Sid had to knock to be let in. They also didn’t do a very thorough job shaving their holes and patches of hair remained.

However, this time his toys were much better behaved. The door was unlocked, and Sid found them in their bedroom already in position.

Sid cleared his throat and his toys jumped. “You’re already much improved over last time, my slutty toys. Now, let’s see if you actually improved your grooming.”

“Yes, sir,” the toys said in unison. For simplicity’s sake, Sid referred to them as Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One was a diminutive black man with coarse black hair covering his entire body. Thing Two was a tall, skinny Korean man who was almost completely hairless. Sid’s focus on body hair and grooming often lead to him focusing on coverage over what was underneath.

Sid met them at a local bar only a handful of weeks prior and they hit it off right away. That night he handed them his business card and a few days later they were his submissive little toys.

Sid cracks his knuckles before bending down to conduct the inspection. Both toys had their cheeks spread and their holes exposed. Sid enjoyed seeing two sets of clean shaven balls sitting just above their equally smooth taints. Sid gave each toys’ balls a squeeze before kneeling to get a closer look at their delicious assholes.

Sid licked his lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to sloppily devour them right away. Instead, he conducted his inspection and gave them both his seal of approval.

“Well done my precious sluts. Because you made such a dramatic improvement, I’ll give you your treat.”

Both toys wiggled their bottoms and Sid couldn’t help but smile. He reached between their legs and grabbed their throbbing cocks. They felt thick and hot in his hands as Sid stroked them together. Their moans filled the room as Sid pumped. He finally allowed himself to indulge and latched his lips around Thing One’s winking hole. Sid rimmed and sucked both holes back and forth, pumping their cocks ferociously as their moans echoed and they cursed the heavens as they barrelled towards euphoric oblivion.

With a final scream both toys erupted. Hot, white streams splashed across their chests as Sid slowed and eventually stopped, holding two limp cocks in his hands.

Standing and re-doing his cuffs once more, Sid left the way he came, savouring the night’s delights on his lips.

—

Sid walked into his apartment, kicked off his shoes and collapsed into the armchair in his living room. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced, feeling the tightness growing from a long night of work. He reached into his pocket and fished out his wedding ring and slipped it back on just as his wife Lara walked in.

“Hello my love. Did you have a long night?” Lara sat in Sid’s lap and gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Long and hard, babe,” Sid said.

Lara stood back up and faced Sid with her fists planted on her hips. “Well, babe,” she said, “my night hasn’t even begun.”

A smirk broke across her lips and Sid beamed.

“Present.”