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in which chris leaves a special gift for his girlfriend while he’s out of town.
sexual content, some plot, use of sex toys, chris jerking off, dom!chris, chris’s POV, slight degradation, some pet names, i may have a pink kink, lmk if i missed any
PONY CLUB
by chrisinpink
“It’s only a week, baby,” Chris told her gently, though she already knew. Going home to Boston was never easy for her when she couldn’t come too. She couldn’t take the time off from work this week, and his flight was early the next morning.
“Seven whole days,” she groaned, still lying naked on her back. The bedsheets were in disarray around her; the disheveled outcome of their last night together.
Chris wiped her wet inner thighs with the towel, a fond smirk on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” She asked with a pout.
He shook his head, wiping off his softening dick and tossing the towel into the basket. He didn’t know how to tell her without laughing. Nervous excitement fluttered in his chest when he finally met her eyes.
“Well,” he began.
She sat herself up on her elbows, a frown etched between her brows. “Well?”
“I may have gotten you something,” Chris told her.
Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously, waiting.
Now he was fully grinning as he walked into the closet, grabbing a plain white box off one of the higher shelves.
His girlfriend was sitting upright and pulling his black shirt over her head when he emerged. He crawled onto the bed next to her, placing the box in her lap.
Its packaging gave nothing away, and she shook it curiously.
“I thought about leaving it for you to find, but I wanted to see your face when you opened it.”
Her hands were cautious as she tugged the lid open.
Immediately, she dropped it and gasped.
“Christopher Owen!” She exclaimed, smacking his bicep. “You’ve lost your fucking mind—”
“Listen to me,” he grabbed her wrist, eyes squinting, unable to contain his laughter. “I figured there may come a night where you miss me too much—”
She covered her face with her hand and laughed as her cheeks turned gorgeously pink. “Chris, I am not using this thing. I can’t believe you think I’d be that desperate while you’re gone.”
Neatly tucked in the setting of the box was a thick, seven-inch silicone cock, bright pink like bubblegum, the specks of iridescent glitter catching the dim light. Of course, it was (mostly) as a joke. But Chris would be lying if he said he didn’t rub one out in the shower when the idea originally sparked in his mind.
Chris took the box and set it to the side. He turned over to settle in between her legs as she lay back, and rested his chin on her navel. “If you do use it—”
“Chris.”
“Make sure you take a video for me.”
She failed at fighting the grin away from her face as she looked down at him. Her fingers combed through his dark curls and tugged playfully, shaking her head.
A few moments passed.
“You just couldn’t get one that was bigger than yours, could you?”
Chris raised a brow, despite her teasing tone.
In a quick breath, he gripped her hips and flipped her over, and showed her exactly how sufficient the size of his dick was.
Five days passed. Chris and his brothers were having a lovely time at home, visiting old friends, spending time with their family.
It was late that night, the hour dipping into the early morning when a text came up on his phone.
It was from her. He frowned; she didn’t typically stay up so late, even with the time difference.
He opened the notification.
Are you alone?
A corner of his mouth went up. He peered over at Nick, who had fallen asleep twenty minutes after they pressed play on a movie.
Chris snapped a picture of his brother and sent it along, typing out a response.
not technically. why do you ask?
View at your own risk then.
Chris frowned again, slightly confused as a minute ticked by.
Then, a video came through.
He lowered the volume and hit play.
It began as though she had hit record without even looking down at her phone. Her dark hair was let loose around her shoulders and her lips looked bitten and pink, skin glowing warmly in the dim lighting of their bedroom. Something faintly played on the tv in the background. She was walking into the bathroom, and set the phone down on the floor, seemingly against the tub of the shower, so the camera was now pointing at the open bathroom door.
Now all Chris could see was her socked feet and the lower half of her bare legs. After setting the phone down, she walked out of frame briefly.
When she returned, he watched as her hand came down, plopping the suction cup of the pink dildo right onto the floor in the middle of the frame.
His thumb fumbled frantically to swipe the video away. He looked over at his sleeping brother once more before sliding off the bed and tiptoeing down the hall into his own room, shutting the door behind him.
Chris fell onto his bed, mumbling a swear. He’d forgotten he gave her the damned thing.
He hit play.
After watching the toy bobble from the impact for a moment, his girlfriend sank down into a kneeling position, the glittery pink cock positioned upright against her belly.
She gripped the thing with both hands, moving them along the length slowly, her lips parted slightly as she looked down at the camera.
Chris noticed the shirt she wore was his. God, she’s so beautiful. He saw it then, how worked up she already was, her swollen lips and rosy cheeks. He wondered how long she’d been fighting off her arousal before grabbing the toy from the box.
“You were right,” she said, looking down at the silicone dick in her hands. “I guess I am this desperate while you’re gone.”
Then, she pulled the shirt over her head to reveal her beautifully naked body—the shadows in the curves and crevices of her skin like artwork, and her silhouette illuminated softly in the warm glow from the bedroom.
In a swift motion, she rotated around the toy so her backside was now in full view, her glorious ass and the slope up her back on display.
Her attention to detail wasn’t lost on him. The thick, soft socks she was wearing perfectly matched the pink of the dildo, and it was the only piece of clothing on her body.
She lifted her hips up and reached behind her to line the tip of the toy up with her wet hole. Chris’s mouth fell open as he watched the head disappear inside of her. She made a soft sound, and slowly sank down further, watching herself on the screen from over her shoulder.
Chris bit his lip and reached into his grey sweatpants to stroke his own hardening dick. It was completely obscene, the angle of the camera capturing her sweet wet pussy swallowing up the glittery pink silicone cock, soft moans filling their bathroom. He shifted his weight as he pulled his waistband down and wrapped a hand around himself.
She shook her hips slightly to take in the last inch, making her ass jiggle, a movement she’s done countless times when riding him, and she knew the sight of it drove him insane.
She gasped when she met the cold surface of the floor, and started grinding down on the toy slowly. Agonizingly slow.
Chris always thought his girlfriend made the prettiest sounds, but something about the acoustics of the bathroom through the phone made his head absolutely dizzy. His pumped himself to the rhythm of her movements, keeping his own sounds as quiet as he could.
She leaned forward slightly to brace her hands on the floor and broadened the circles she was drawing with her hips. The base of the pink dildo slipped in and out with a slick sound.
“You like how that looks, huh?” She whimpered over her shoulder. “Watching me fuck myself on the pretty pink toy you got me?”
“Fucking Christ,” Chris hissed.
She sped up her rhythm, coming down on the length of it again and again, riding the toy desperately. “N-not like feeling you inside me, Chris.”
Her sounds became blatantly pathetic. He watched her straighten herself to start bouncing up and down, her head falling back and her spine arching deliciously. Chris absolutely loved this view of her, entranced as she rode the toy like the little slut she was for him, but he would do anything to be able to watch her face.
He was grinding his own hips up into his hand now, his grip on his phone loosening. His cock was throbbing and precum dribbled from the tip, but he kept his rhythm matched to hers, as painfully slow as it was.
As he grew closer to his climax, he saw her thighs begin to tremble and her whimpers grew higher. Sometimes when she rode him like this, when it became too much and she couldn’t keep the momentum right herself, she’d beg and beg and he’d flip them over and pound into her to show her how it’s done. But he watched as she chased her own release with determination, despite the stutter in her rhythm.
Such a good girl, he wanted to tell her.
“O-oh… I’m gonna cum… Chris—”
The sweet sounds of her fucking herself through her own orgasm moaning his name sent him following her over the edge. His head fell back against the pillows as his warm cum spilled down his fingers, phone dropping onto his chest.
He stroked himself through the rest of it and picked his phone back up in time to see her lift herself off the pink toy, panting.
She reached for the phone, and before cutting the video off, she raked a hand through her tousled hair and blew a kiss.
After his heart rate slowed a little, with his clean hand, he typed out a response.
I’ll be expecting a live reenactment when I get home. Without the fake dick.
