Dicky Bows and Bed Sheets
Note: The following story is a true story from my past. I have changed names and dates to hide personal information.
In 2012 I met a girl online. Being the horny teenagers we were, we only had one thing in mind. Sex. I had been living in my new flat for only a couple of months. Everything was new. New bedroom furniture, new kitchen appliances, new living room furniture. All of it new.
I invited This lass -we will call her Emma- to my flat to bed her. The start of the night was a bit of a blur. awkward silences, maybe a little too much booze, but eventually we got onto the main event. Her arse was in the air and her head against the pillow, me hand holding her to keep her there, restraining her in such a way as to cause no real harm. I’m ploughing away, furrowing her field with broad, hard strokes wearing nothing but a dicky bow and a tailed butt plug sticking from between my cheeks.
She turned her head to me as best as she could, a sly look in her eye, a cheeky grin on her face. I knew she wanted smomething and I was prepared to give it to her.
“Stick. It. In. My. Arse.” she moaned between my pelvis slapping her shapely arse. Now, i like to think of myself as something of a gentleman. I will hold doors open for a woman, go out of my way to make sure they feel special, all those gentlemanly doings. My gentleman side kicked right the fuck in at that moment and I did as I was bid. Pulling quickly from her tight wet pussy (I swear to god I almost heard a pop as though I had opened a bottle of wine) I cracked out the KY and lubed up. In a slipped, a little difficult at first, but like a landslide once the boulder started rolling, the rest followed.
A couple of minutes in, I’m pounding away as though my life depended on it, sweat rolling down my brow, dicky bow clinging to my chest for dear life, tail swinging like a dog happy to see its owner returned. I’m having a fucking blast. Its like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
“Oh fuck” she moans.
“Oh yes” I think. “Its nearly time for the grand finale”.
“Oh fuck!” she cries.
“This is gonna be good” I think, already visualizing the finish line. Confetti and fireworks fill my mind.
“OH FUCK!” she screams and loses control of her bladder. Piss is streaming everywhere for what feels like an eternity. I jump back off the bed having already got a leg covered. I’m pacing the room, hands pressed firmly atop my head. I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to think! Do I rub her nose in it and call her a bad girl? No thats dogs. Do I get a towel? Theres no damn time.
What felt like 3 weeks later she collapses to the bed and I finally manage to say something.
“MY FUCKING SHEETS” I cry out fucking dumbfounded.
After calming down I try to comfort her and help her clean herself up. She just grabbed her clothes and left. The next day (after a night on my sofa) I go out and buy a new mattress and new bedding. I had been saving for a new washing machine but that had to wait.
