Changing the pace a bit for fun, expect 3 new perspectives on parts 4-5

My mind had been racing with nervousness for days, as excited as I was to swap our boys for the weekend I was still in my own head about it. It had been almost 10 years since I had been with anyone but Craig, and our sex life had been very vanilla for longer than I wanted to admit, but sending that nude pic to Ryan felt like a huge stepping stone and I wanted to send him more. As nervous as I was my pussy was soaking wet at the thought of being alone with Ryan, doing things with another man, being covered in his cum… uggghhhh my god. I ran my hands across my panties as I sipped my morning coffee, soaked through like I thought. I slipped them off and teased myself, tilting my head back I imagined it was Ryan’s fingers teasing me, telling me I was a sexy woman, telling me he was going to cum all over me. I wanted to masturbate, but I didn’t want to ruin this horny high I was riding on, needing a distraction for my day off would help me get through it… Shopping, SHOPPING! That will help me calm down!

I finished my coffee and quickly grabbed my keys, 11 am, the mall is open now, maybe a new dress to help my confidence, something that will make my boobs look bigger maybe. As I slipped my chucks on and opened the door I could feel the wetness between my legs, something was missing. I ran to my nightstand and grabbed my favourite butt plug, I had worn it out before in public, it made me feel slutty and I felt like everyone somehow knew it was there. Pushing it against my anus the cold steel felt exhilarating, my heart beating faster immediately at the anticipation of pleasure with pain. I love anal, having a tiny vagina my entire life was almost a chore, sex always had to start slow, tearing was an issue with my last boyfriend and partly why we broke up. Anal sex was my gateway to being the closet slut I wanted to be, I pushed the plug in further, moaning with delicious pain as my ass opened and obeyed. I held it at the largest point, my left leg shaking for a moment until I finally pushed it all the way in, a wave of euphoria washed over me as the pink heart found its familiar home snugly between my ass cheeks. “Fuuuuck” came out of my mouth, my ass commanding the words, not my brain.
I was incredibly horny and more eager than nervous to fool around with Ryan tonight, decidedly letting my secret slutty side take the wheel.

Thank god for air conditioned seats in my Mercedes to cool down my hot horny pussy as I drove to the mall, my plug felt huge while driving, 98 lbs pushing down on it. A text came through from G; “I know we planned for Saturday, but how do you feel about tonight instead? Let’s keep the boys for sleepovers?” My heart pounded with excitement, “Yup!” I replied, quickly realizing I should probably say a little more - “make sure my man takes care of your 🐱💦” “Oh he will… I just sent him some spicy pics I think he’s excited to play” She responded quickly. That reminded me, I promised Ryan a treat and he was probably hoping to see something more than some boring little boobs. Hmmm. What to send him?? “I’m thinking of what to send you…” I sent him a text with honesty. “You could send a picture of yourself in a parka and I would find it sexy” he replied almost instantly, what a joker! “You’re not getting anything until I see that locked dick of yours, send pic”, I was bad at being bossy, I felt dumb lol. A minute later a pic came through, his dick was bulging through the sides! I wonder if it was painful? I wondered how big he was, I wondered if I could fit it inside me… nevermind. “Ooooo looks bigger than Craig’s” still feeling dumb. Oh wait, I mean the cage looked bigger lol. “THE CAGE I MEAN LOL 🤣” I didn’t really care about penis size, as long as it wasn’t huge that’s all I cared about. … or tiny lol.

I pulled up to the mall, it was hot outside and nice to be in the air conditioning. I found a new pair of pink chucks in the right size, some lace booty shorts, and some hair care products, managing my curls is a full time job! Passing one of the stores I saw a great minidress in the glass, the mannequin had similar boobs to mine, tiny. They had one in size XS, in blue and it was super cute! In the change room I stared at myself naked in the mirror, my body insecurities rushing in like a tidal wave, I hated my boobs, I always felt like puberty was this thing that forgot about my chest. Luckily Ryan likes my ass, I’ve caught him staring at it, it’s not a secret. Hell everyone loves my ass, I love my ass too, it’s my best feature and it treats me well. I slipped the dress on, it fit tight, it felt good, almost like I was still naked, as I turned to check out my ass in the mirror I had an idea! Pulling the dress up just a bit to expose the bottom of my cheeks you could see my cute pink heart plug poking out. Ryan will like this. I took the pic, and deleted it, and took it again, and deleted it again… like 20 times. But I got the perfect pic, the dress just pulled up higher this time, and a little more bent over lol. “Should I get this dress????” I asked as I sent the pic to him, feeling wet again. “Yes it’s great! Is that what I think it is?!?” Ryan texted back instantly. I nailed it, he wanted me bad and it was obvious. Fuck, I wanted him too, I couldn’t wait to have him alone. I sent a few more texts and wore the dress out the store, wearing nothing underneath I felt like all eyes were on me, it felt good to have that attention. A quick stop at the cell phone kiosk to get a new screen protector turned out to be a 45 minute ordeal, the entire time I was mortified thinking Ryan was going to send me another pic of his caged cock while the girl was working on my phone, I caught myself grinding my teeth while staring at her, she probably thought I was crazy. Maybe not totally wrong.

As I drove home I put on some classic tunes and sang my heart out, a cute guy in a truck next to me caught me in rock star mode, I winked and blew him a kiss as I drove away. It was my day, and I was having fun. Pulling into the driveway I saw Ryan walk outside, obviously home from work early, YAY!! I asked him to help me with my bags, like he wouldn’t do anything I asked him lol. “Of course” he replied, and as he followed me up the steps I could feel him eye fucking me like there would be no tomorrow. I turned to see his eyes on my ass - “don’t just stare, go ahead and grab it” I told him, and as his big hand squeezed my ass cheek he somehow pushed my plug further into my ass and pushing a sigh out of me, holding in a louder moan as I unlocked the door. I told Ryan to make himself comfortable and as I got myself settled a text from G popped up. “I know we said no PIV but… how do you feel about butt stuff?? I mean… I’m good on it if you are”. I was… all the way good on it and excited about it. I’m an anal girl and I’m not denying it, especially not today. “Ya honey he’s all yours tonight!” My heart pounding, I was nervous again, looking at myself in the mirror, struggling to figure out what to do, what to say, feeling like it was my first time. My pussy felt like it was dripping and the plug felt bigger than ever. “You got this” I whispered to myself in the mirror before going straight to Ryan, and straddled his crossed legs as he sat on the couch. “Look, I’m a bit nervous, but I’m way more horny than nervous, so can you just finger me for a while please?” I asked sheepishly, pulling my dress up just a bit. As his hand touched my wet pussy I clenched my ass tight with a shiver like it was the first time someone had ever touched me, he slowly rubbed back and forth before sliding his finger in, pushing against my g-spot like he had been there a thousand times before. A fleeting feeling as he pulled out his finger, only to push two inside me, immediately my body feeling full I felt like he was lifting me onto my toes like a ragdoll. “Ooooohhhh fuuuuck” I moaned out as he slowly and passionately fucked me with his fingers, grabbing my ass with his other hand making it tighter around the plug buried inside. I stared into his eyes and asked if this was a good start and as he nodded I told him “make me orgasm like this”, my voice shaky like I was begging. I was begging. He had the cage on his cock but he was the one in control, not me, not in this moment. I felt like I was going to orgasm but I wasn’t quite there, until he pushed his palm into my pelvic bone mashing my clit as he pulled my g-spot towards him with his finger. I was climaxing slowly, my hips squeezing together uncontrollably, pulling his hair so hard I felt bad, I screamed with agony as I barely covered my mouth in time, a ripple driving up my spine as the first orgasm ripped through a day of horniness with biblical relief. As he pulled his fingers from me he tried to lick them, but I took them in my mouth, sucking them like I wanted to suck his cock and tasting my delicious pussy. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly it felt like a craving, I wanted to see him naked and his caged cock screaming to get out, my imagination wild with what he might do to me to earn his freedom. “How did I do?” He asked with a smirky smile. I mumbled some nonsense about a long night ahead, my head was cloudy and I needed a cold glass of water as I stumbled to the kitchen.

I yelled for him to strip naked as I chugged water and walked back to the living room to find him standing there wearing nothing but a cute pink cock cage, dripping wet with his precum, a visual display of his lust for me. I was no longer nervous, and I slid my dress over my head in a way I hoped was sexy, so we could see each other in all our desire. He called my boobs amazing - and he meant it, I felt sexy and wanted more than ever in my life. “If your mouth is as good as your hands you can cum on these little titties” “Or you can cum on my ass, or on my face or in my mouth, wherever you want!” I meant it, I loved cum and wanted his cum everywhere, I wanted to feel him fill my ass with his hot cum and feel it leak out and over my pussy as lay in a wreck of him pounding my ass into the bed.

But first I wanted his mouth on my pussy, G had told me stories of his skills and I wanted the proof, and as I turned I told him to follow me and my sweet little ass, beckoning him with a finger, feeling like I might learn how to be a bit bossy after all.

Taking suggestions on which perspective to write next! Geena or Craig?