Meet Gigi

You are feign­ing annoy­ance with me although your smile beams at me when you think I am not look­ing. It is late and we have just fin­ished watch­ing a movie, all warm and cozy next to each other. You are wear­ing a short knit­ted dress that mag­i­cally rolled up dur­ing the movie, giv­ing me a per­fect place to put my hand. Absent­mind­edly pet­ting you, I can feel the slight­est shift in your hips, push­ing into me, indi­cat­ing how much you enjoy my touch.

Ear­lier I told you that I had a spe­cial present for you but wouldn’t tell you what it is. You “love” sur­prises. You are grow­ing more and more impa­tient, try­ing to tickle me dur­ing the movie to make me tell you. In fun, I swat one of your cheeks lightly, just to remind you who really is in charge here. “Be patient, girl.” And you try a cute lit­tle pout­ing look but I don’t relent, hear­ing a small con­tented sigh as you set­tle down with your head against my chest again.

Now that the movie is over, you renew your efforts to find out what your sur­prise is. You even go so far as to imply that if I don’t show it to you now, I will not be “get­ting any” later.

As if.

But I have indeed had my fun with this and it is cer­tainly time to show you. With a smile, I stand, gen­tly reach­ing out and hook­ing my arm around your waist to pull you closer, claim­ing a pas­sion­ate kiss. Each kiss gets more and more urgent. When the first breath­less moan escapes from you, I reach up with my free hand and grasp your hair at the back of your head. Hard. You gasp and your eyes widen from the sud­den change in intent.

With­out our eyes locked, I back you up firmly to a clear area of the wall behind you. I grab your hip and use it to spin you around to face the wall. Sound­lessly, I crush you against the wall, mak­ing a girl-​sandwich between the wall and me. I bend your head to one side and bite you not too gen­tly by the nape of your neck. I notice with plea­sure that if I hadn’t been push­ing you against the wall, your sud­denly sag­ging knees would not have held you up.

“Good girl. Obey me. Just pay atten­tion to what you feel,” I say into your ear in a low voice. You start to speak and pull back your head when you feel my hand over your mouth. “No speak­ing, girl. Just feel.” I can feel you try­ing to nod your head to acknowl­edge me, face pressed against the cool plas­ter wall.

I grasp your wrists firmly, one in each hand. I pull your hands above your head and them high against the wall. “Hold your hands there,” I instruct, “do not remove them, no mat­ter what.” I hear how your breath­ing is becom­ing more ragged, more excited.

You hold your hands in place when I release them. I wait for a sec­ond and when no response is forth­com­ing, I lean for­ward and whis­per in your ear, “Do you under­stand, girl?”

You nod, mak­ing your lovely hair undu­late and you say in a lit­tle voice, breath­less, “Yes, Massster.”

I step back and admire the view. Your dress has crept up again and I can see the bot­tom of your cheeks peek­ing out under­neath, round and invit­ing. Hold­ing your hands to the wall above your head shows off your curves in a really nice way. I am pleased that you wore a dress I would approve of tonight. And you are obe­di­ently panty-​less.

“Close your eyes, girl.”

Know­ing you will not peek, I retrieve your present. It is a sim­ple vibra­tor designed with a bul­bous head espe­cially designed to hook behind your pubic bone and rest on top of your g-​spot. As soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to try it on you.

As I move towards you with the toy in hand, I try to decide whether to slide it in gen­tly and slowly, to let you savor the pen­e­tra­tion in detail, or to shove it in more roughly and quick. I decide for the lat­ter because you had already been right about some­thing today and are being quite brat­tily smug about the whole thing.

Word­lessly, I indi­cate to you that I want you to part your legs by tap­ping on the inside of your ankles with my foot. Not too wide, but increas­ing your sense of vul­ner­a­bil­ity, of being open and exposed to me. I push up your dress so that your ass is in full view, skin cool­ing in the air, breath­ing faster as you know some­thing is com­ing, but not what. I feel an appre­ci­at­ing twitch in my cock; It’s a deli­cious ass that I own.

I press my hand in the small of your back and you arch your back, jut­ting out your ass at me. I slowly squat behind you and I can’t stop myself from giv­ing you a gen­tle love-​bite. You squirm, but those hands remain planted on the wall, eyes closed. I mar­vel at how soft your skin is, how I can already smell how excited you are.

I posi­tion the vibra­tor with its soft, wide, flat­tened tip aligned with your g-​spot and I grasp a curvy hip and deci­sively push the vibra­tor into you. You gasp, loudly and invol­un­tar­ily push back against the intruder. You are already so wet that the insides of your thighs are moist, yet I feel the resis­tance of the curved head of the vibra­tor pass­ing your pubic bone, before it is almost pulled away from my hand as your cunt caves in around it and forces it in place. You invol­un­tar­ily fuck your hips for­ward from the motion inside you and your ass jig­gles delightfully.

My hand on your hip tight­ens, and you slowly jut out your ass towards me, so slowly you arch your back and again expose all your good­ies to me, now spread around the white han­dle of the vibra­tor. It’s such a beau­ti­ful sight, my wide open cunt invol­un­tar­ily grasp­ing at the toy in you.

For the time span of a few breaths I bury my nose in the soft flesh of your ass cheek as I grasp the han­dle of the vibra­tor and move it back and forth inside you, while still keep­ing the head firmly lodged against your g-​spot. This gets a reac­tion from you and I feel your mus­cles twitch under­neath the lovely padding of your cheek.

I switch on the vibra­tor and within a heart­beat you start moan­ing. It looks like you are fight­ing your­self from fuck­ing your hips for­ward. The motion is slight but I can tell what your body wants, even though you are try­ing to con­trol your­self. I straighten my legs and grasp the dildo again and start mov­ing it back and forth. You give me the most sat­is­fy­ing, pro­longed almost grunt-​like sound.

“It seems that my slut likes being stuffed,” I remark close to your ear and I see a lit­tle pink tongue-​tip moisten your lips. You remem­ber to nod.

“Do you like this?” I ask.

“Mmmm-​hmmmm, oh” you answer, breath caught in your throat as I increase the speed of the motor.

I release the dildo but it won’t go any­where even though you are stand­ing up because of its shape inside you. That and the fact that your cunt is greed­ily squeez­ing it. I nudge your ankles again with my foot, indi­cat­ing that I want you to put your feet together. You obey, straight­en­ing your back. That appar­ently feels good, per­haps the changed angle of the vibra­tor causes it to rub harder against your g-​spot. The increased sen­sa­tion is mak­ing you jerk, caus­ing your round ass to jig­gle seductively.

As I stroke your hair, you start to set­tle down, arch­ing your back again. I notice that you relax a lit­tle bit.

Hmmm…

Appar­ently there is a cor­re­la­tion between your hips being thrust for­ward and increased inten­sity for you. Chuck­ling to myself I think that I can’t let you off the hook on that one.

I slap your ass hard enough to make it tin­gle and sting. You gasp and your hips thrust for­ward in an instinc­tive reac­tion. As you thrust for­ward the vibra­tor rubs, quite roughly I imag­ine, your g-​spot and also fucks inward a bit. A sur­prised gasp escapes your throat as you throw back your head.

You hold your hips for­ward for maybe two heart­beats, appar­ently frozen in the intense sen­sa­tion of your sting­ing cheek and your tin­gling g-​spot. Again I stroke your hair until you start to relax and arch your back vol­un­tar­ily, the vibra­tor provoca­tively stick­ing out between your glis­ten­ing cunt-​lips. I notice that the han­dle is wet.

“You are soak­ing your brand new toy, slut. I don’t have to remind you what to do with it once I am done play­ing with you, do I?” I ask sternly.

“No, Ma—” you start moan­ing but are inter­rupted by another sting­ing slap to your other ass cheek. “…ah!” you exclaim and again your hips push for­ward and you are treated to a sting­ing cheek and a res­onat­ing buzz against your more and more sen­si­tive g-​spot. I notice with plea­sure that your ass is jig­gling from the twitch­ing of your mus­cles underneath.

“Mmmmm… I enjoy play­ing with my beau­ti­ful toy. I like to use her with another toy,” I purr in your ear. I can’t tell if you heard me; your eyes are closed and you are pant­ing shal­low breaths.

I slap your ass again, and we are both treated to the same reac­tion. I keep up this pat­tern — slap, wait for the instinc­tive arch of your back as you absorb the sen­sa­tions, slap — until your cheeks are bright red, hot, and you are moan­ing con­tin­u­ously. I am pleased when you beg, “Pleeease, Massssster, may I cooooome?”

“Soon.”

A word­less whine emerges from depths of your throat. You hate being denied per­mis­sion to cum.

I reach between your thighs and coat my index fin­ger with your copi­ous juices now drip­ping down your trem­bling thighs. My other hand cups your breast for a sec­ond and then take the most per­fect, pink nip­ple between my thumb and index fin­ger. I tweak your nip­ple, hard, you shud­der. Your moans are turn­ing into whimpers.

You arch your back sharply and push hip against my hard-​on. I look down and your ass thrust out as far as you can, with the vibra­tor stick­ing out. God, that’s a per­fect view. I posi­tion my pussy-​lubed fin­ger at your ass­hole and push it in, hard. When you sense the new invader you push your hips for­ward, squeal­ing plain­tively. There’s no escape for you up against the wall, and I con­tinue to push my fin­ger in.

You begin to plead, “Mmmast…” but you can’t keep enough blood going to your brain to fin­ish the sen­tence. When two fin­gers are lodged in your ass­hole, I growl in your ear.

“Come for me, slut!”

There is a moment of relaxed bliss in your fea­tures before the roller-​coaster drop takes you and you scream in your beau­ti­ful voice. And just a heart-​beat after you start com­ing, I pinch your nip­ple cru­elly, adding yet another layer onto the storm of sen­sa­tions throw­ing around your lit­tle boat of san­ity. You body is wracked with an intense orgasm, another, and another. Your knees start to buckle and, at that moment of total sur­ren­der to me, you are so pre­cious to me that I lean in and growl into your ear, “You are mine!”

Gigi is the name of the vibra­tor I used for a men­tal pic­ture as I was writ­ing. There is a pic­ture of it here.