Being his hole last night
A ring gag holds my mouth open. I keep hoping that his cock will take advantage. Instead he bends over and spits into my waiting mouth.
He scoops his precum onto his fingers and pushes that up my nostrils, making me whine.
I’m holes for his entertainment right now, nothing more.
Two hours ago, we were talking about two great job offers I’d been given. I was excited and felt wanted. He asked if I wanted to play a game. “Refer to yourself as ‘fucktoy’ when you’re talking.”
“Fucktoy has a plan for saving in the future,” is not a sentence that comes naturally. I messed up a lot.
The game is genius though: I might soon be earning more than we had ever anticipated but I’m still his fucktoy. I get 40 face slaps for forgetting.
A butt plug, a labia spreader and tiger balm on my clit have become my equivalent of fun sex. When he gives me these things, they’re for me, never mind that they’re uncomfortable and burny and make it even more obvious how empty my cunt is. They are for me because he could just as easily ignore me until he was ready to fuck me. I’m grateful and very wet.
So I wait, luxuriating in the discomfort of the butt plug and ring gag. The blindfold slips off when I try to get comfortable. I keep my eyes closed anyway and focus on what I’m feeling. The tiger balm has worn off so my clit has stopped feeling like it’s on fire, but the butt plug is getting sore.
He runs a little pinwheel thing over my body, pushing into my nipples on his way down. When he gets to my clit, I feel like there’s electricity running through me. I’m nowhere close to cumming but I feel incredibly overstimulated. He goes back to ignoring me.
Eventually, he pulls me into position and replaces the butt plug with his cock. I don’t think he added any more lube but I don’t know. I squeal because it hurts until he finds a rhythm. I assume he isn’t happy that it’s stopped hurting because he leans over and twists my nipple until I squeak again.
Feeling his cock in my cunt was my favourite thing ever. It felt right and intimate. Anal sex will never match that but, I’m so horny, I welcome him hungrily and try to recreate the intimacy. I don’t really succeed, I’m a hole, he pulls out entirely a few times then pushes deep and hard into my sore butthole.
When he finally cums, I’m hit with twin waves of relief and loss that it’s over. I can go back to being a person but I do so love being his hole.