Pandas by ~Niittylilja
A Rousing Tail
In the significant pantheon of things she hated, what Maxy hated most of all was her birthday. She hated the idea of taking a day out of the year to celebrate her existence. She hated surprises that disappointed because they were presents from people who didn’t care. And most of all, she hated the Facebook posts.
But this year, she thought on the eve of March 16, it was going to be different.
Maxy thought about it all day at work. A few weeks before, she had met – and was now dating – a lovely older man named Curt, who was well-off but had not yet insisted on buying her much. He had asked when her birthday was and, when she confronted him with her hatred of birthdays, smiled a cunning smile and promised there would be only one present.
Just one.
Maxy itched with curiosity. She went into the bathroom at lunch and scratched a different sort of itch, rubbing herself over her underwear until she was panting. She took a picture of her disheveled pants and texted Curt: Thinking of u babe.
He texted back an hour later: Hot. Hotter 2nite.
When she got home, Maxy hefted her purse across the living room and went to stand with hands on hips in front of Curt, who was channel surfing on her couch. "Okay, big boy. Spill. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.“
"Uh-huh.” He didn’t look up, still glued to the television, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Curt,” Maxy whined. Before she could go any further, he was on his feet and had her wrist in his hand, pulling her in close.
“Listen to me,” he said in a low voice that left no room for argument, “you little minx. Go into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your bed with your eyes shut.”
Maxy stared back, but her hesitation was minute. "Okay,“ she said, scurrying off to comply.
To her horror, when she sat down, her cunt was soaked. The commanding tone Curt had used had made her gush uncontrollably. She folded her legs and waited for him to join her, her hands folded gently in her lap and her eyes squeezed tight.
She heard his footsteps, and then something cool and rectangular slipped into her hands. "All right,” Curt said, “open your eyes and open it up.”
It was a long, black box with a bow on it. Trying not to hate the idea of a gift, Maxy slipped off the bow and lifted the lid in between uncertain glances at Curt. He stood with a stoically serene smile.
Inside was a winding black tail. It was lush, about as thick as Maxy’s thin wrist, and glowed with luster. Attached to the end was a slim length of smoothly pointed glass. Maxy stared at it and then gazed up at Curt in wonder. "A tail?“
"For you,” he said, then made a very clear “turn-around” motion with one finger. Maxy did so, squeaking in surprise as he pulled her pants down to her knees. He pulled her underwear down too, and she bit her lip.
“Already wet, I see. Soaking. Good girl.” This last was right in her ear, and she arched back into him even as a cool, smooth surface caressed her asshole. She hissed in her breath as the tip pressed inside of her, then backed out, then pressed in again, this time deeper. She rocked back against it, trying to relax so she could take it deeper. Maxy had never put anything in her asshole, though Curt had played with her with his fingers before. She marveled at the cool weight and the feeling of security it brought.
At last it was in all the way. Curt backed away and patted her on the head, then gave her ass a gentle swat. Maxy leaped up onto the bed on all fours and looked over her shoulder, unable to hide her smile.
“It’s–so perfect,” she said.
Curt was busy pulling his shirt over his head. "C’mere,“ he growled, and pushed her onto her back. Maxy writhed upwards, the tail pushing even deeper into her ass. She wondered idly if she could wear it at work.
Hold Me Down
Del paddled his feet under the comforter until it was perfectly situated. He pulled the edge up to his chin, lifted one arm out, changed his mine and tucked it back under, and fiddled with the remote several times. He kept glancing towards the door, imagining soft footfalls outside.
They came at long last, followed by a slinky, dark-haired woman. She wore a bright red sports bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Behind these, he could just make out the straps of her harness.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she closed the door. "Hiding from me?“
Del started and popped out from under the covers. He smoothed them on her side of the bed and smiled uncertainly. "No? Yes? I have no idea what the right answer is here.”
She laughed before catching herself and falling back into character, smacking the gum in the corner of her mouth. "Ass up,“ she said, and Del held himself in the air while she slipped a towel underneath him. She bent low and just barely brushed her lips against his half-erect cock. He shuddered and lay still, watching as she unzipped her jeans and tugged them off.
The toy strapped into the harness was long and black and smooth. He eyed it dubiously. "That’s bigger than the last one, Megs.”
“Shhhh.” She put her finger to his lips, gently peeling his lower lip down into a pout, which made her laugh. "I promise I won’t push you further than you can go.“
Del made a tiny whimpering noise but nodded. Even in her swaggering male persona, Megan respected his limitations. No meant no for her, just as it did when they reversed roles. Now she was palming her cock, dribbling lube from the bottle along its length. She caught the excess on her fingers and surprised him by ringing his asshole with it and popping her finger inside. Del gasped and stiffened. Megan kissed his cock again. "Relax. It’s so much better that way.”
“I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I’m terrified, and fuckin’ rightly so.”
She smiled that infuriating smile again and gave her cock one last stroke. "All right. Legs up, hold them to your chest, like you want to give me everything you’ve got.“ She tilted forward on all fours, wriggling her hips until she got into place. Del closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of touch. Her hair tickling his knees. Her breath scattering over his stomach as she sought the right angle. The smooth tip of the toy, teasing at his asshole.
She slipped it in, just barely. Del’s whole body seized up, but in time with Megan’s gentle stroking of his cock, he relaxed until she eased further into him. She began to rock her hips, her own face contorting with each thrust as the nub on the harness ground into her clit.
"Hold me down,” he managed. She obliged, falling forward to pin his wrists down under her palms. Her strength was startling for how small she was, and Del felt sufficiently trapped.
Now the toy was buried halfway in Del’s ass. He was filled, conquered, lights going off behind his eyes as her pumping eased the toy in and out of him at the perfect angle and speed. His cock hardened and quivered in her hand.
Del’s back arched as Megan fucked him to a frenzy, her lip curling with power. As he came, spurting onto the underside of her chin, he saw not just an overwhelming sense of ownership in her eyes, but a fierce love that would have taken out anything that tried to do this to him.
Afterwards, he was a shivering ball of nerve endings. Megan slipped out of the harness and curled around him backwards, becoming the big spoon. She laid her head on his knees and smiled as she reached up and touched his face.
“You,” she said. "I love you.“