Scott's day was dragging, as tended to happen when there was something to look forward to. Dealing with staff and customers had kept him busy for the afternoon, but the occasional reminder of his earlier phone call would pop back into his mind, sending a flush through his body before he forced himself to concentrate on whatever it took to stop any visible signs of his excitement.
At five to five, he started end of trade procedures, keen to get the customers out of the store and staff sent home so they could close on time. He was looking forward to getting home to his girlfriend.
Finally closing the doors, he rushed to his car. Sliding in behind the driver's seat, he began the mindless drive home. He knew the drive well enough to get home on autopilot -- leaving his mind to think of more interesting, exciting things. He couldn't help but think of his girlfriend, wondering -- would she still be in the lingerie set as directed, or would she have put something else on? He couldn't decide whether he was more eager to see her sexy curves in his favourite lingerie, or if he hoped she'd disobeyed him so he could redden her ass with a spanking he knew would make her wet.
Scott decided that he hoped she had kept the lingerie on. The thought of Tiffany opening the door to him wearing only her bra and panties was very erotic, particularly after their earlier call. He loved the idea that a passer by might catch a slight glimpse of his girlfriend and the idea of her naughtiness being exposed sent another thrill through him. He couldn't wait to get home to see her and serve a little payback for the stunt she had pulled.
Pulling into his driveway and removing the key from the ignition, Scott climbed out of the car and made his way to the front door, watching keenly in anticipation of it being opened. As he reached the closed door, he frowned; maybe Tiff hadn't heard him pull up? Disgruntled, he rang the doorbell. Tiffany knew he expected her to answer the door, so surely she wouldn't be long ... right?
Ten minutes later, Scott was staring out to the street, frustration evident on his face. Unwilling to wait any longer, he pulled his keys from his pocket and slid them into the lock. As the door swung open, Scott took a step forward then stopped in his tracks. His mouth dropped open in surprise at the sight before him.
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Tiffany heard the key in the lock tumble and kept her eyes lowered, her breathing becoming shallow with nerves. She had obeyed Scott's instructions to maintain the clothes (or lack thereof) she had been wearing since their phone call but had intentionally disobeyed his instruction that she open the door to him when he returned home. She had heard the car pull into the drive way, and had remained in her spot, waiting for him to enter the house. As she heard the door now swing open, her heart raced as she prayed that her gamble would pay off and that the spanking would be avoided, for now at least.
She heard his heavy footsteps and, from her position kneeling on the floor, could see his shoes as he stepped inside the door. Her eyes remained fixed on his shoes, the silence deafening as she silently begged for him to say something, or at least take another step forward.
Scott, however, was rooted to the spot and unable to move it seemed at the sight of his girlfriend in front of him. Noticing that she had obeyed his instruction (in part, at least), he relished the sight of her creamy curves set off by the delicious pink lingerie set (he was afraid of destroying this one day as he tore it from her body). He was suddenly pleased that she had disobeyed his second order (although was determined not to let her see his pleasure at her defiance).
"I didn't think you'd find it so hard to follow my instructions," he started with a low growl.
Surprised at the reprimand, Tiffany looked up to her boyfriend with wide eyes, ready to defend herself when she caught the smirk on his face. She couldn't help but smile back at him, sweetly answering, "I thought this was a more fun way to welcome you home."
Looking down at her, Scott couldn't help but agree. He was familiar with the thick toys she had been using during their earlier phone call, and they made the occasional appearance in the bedroom; but he had not, in his wildest fantasies, imagined the sight before him.
Tiffany's thick vibrator was firmly stuck to the floor at the foot of their stairs. He could see only an inch or two, shining with juices between her thighs as she had sunk down onto it. She was on her knees, her feet tucked underneath and her legs splayed, the pink Brazilian cut panties pushed to the side to make way for her toy, showing a hint of her smooth waxed pussy. Her hands were crossed behind her, forcing her chest and her milky breasts to jut forward as her back arched.
A movement behind Scott caught Tiffany's attention and she suddenly saw their neighbour, Tom, walking his dog on the sidewalk through the still open front door.
"Umm, do you think you might want to close the door?" Tiffany asked Scott, blushing furiously as a look of shock registered on Tom's face as they made eye contact from a distance.
Scott glanced behind him and chuckled. He moved toward the door, nodding to acknowledge Tom as he swung it closed. He turned his attention to his girlfriend, catching her squirming as the toy inside her caused obvious pleasure.
He felt his cock twitch, rock hard not only at his girlfriend in front of him but reminded of their earlier phone call at the sight of her toy. His hands dropped to his zipper, sliding it down and pulling his cock from his pants, stroking it slowly as he approached Tiffany.
"So, what was your intention in answering the door like this?" he asked, sternly.
Tiffany was struggling to contain herself, the toy inside her vibrating intensely as she was acutely aware of the cock in front of her. She watched him stroke, eager to taste him, as she responded.
"To show you what you missed earlier," she replied, cheekily.
He stood in front of her, his cock at her eye level. A fresh wave of juices flooded her, her mouth watering as the object of her desire was within arms distance. She looked up at him, awaiting his instructions.
Scott looked down at his girlfriend, marvelling at the sight before him. He knew how much she loved to give head, and, watching her, there were subtle signs of how much she wanted it in that moment. Her mouth was open slightly, a subtle bite of her lip; her chest had flushed red with her excitement, rising and falling at a rapid rate as her breathing became faster. Her big brown eyes were wide, desperate with her desire as they were trained on the glistening tip of his cock.
"Tiffany," he said softly, her attention drawn from his cock to meet his eyes. He nodded at her.
Tiffany's attention dropped back to her boyfriend's cock in front of her. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip, the taste of his precum making her pussy clench. She wrapped her lips around him, her hands holding his thighs, as she began to swallow his length. He was slightly too tall for her to remain seated on her vibrator -- so, to swallow him further down her throat, she rose slightly, the vibrator sliding out of her slick pussy. A sudden feeling of emptiness overwhelmed her as she felt the tip of Scott's hard cock touch the back of her throat.
Her pussy too empty, she sank back down on her vibrator, a soft groan escaping her lips as she was filled, Scott's cock sliding out of her mouth. Desperate to find a happy medium, she began to ride the vibrator, alternating between a full pussy and just a taste of cock, and a feeling of emptiness while her mouth was rewarded with his cock thrust so deep it was touching her throat. With every upward thrust, she would take him as deep down her throat as she could, her throat tightening around him as she gagged. His hands tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head as she blew him.
Sensation began to overwhelm her as she felt her orgasm building. Small moans escaped her mouth, muffled around Scott's cock. As he enjoyed the velvety softness of his girlfriend's mouth, he could feel the vibration of her noises, her throat constricting around him -- the tell-tale signs of her own arousal. He could tell she was getting closer to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled back. Tiffany whimpered and tried to move toward him, the object of her desire suddenly out of reach as she was on the edge of her second, desperately needed, orgasm.
"No," Scott commanded sternly, and she stopped, looking up at him, awaiting his instructions.
"Upstairs, in bed. Now."
Tiffany looked at him in disbelief, her eyes wide. The frustration welled in her as she resisted Scott's instructions.
He looked down, narrowing his eyes. "Now," he growled.
With a slight whimper, she rose from her kneeling position, the toy sliding from her slick pussy, glistening with her juices. She turned to pick it up, bending over in front of Scott as she did so, feeling his hands tracing the lace of her panties and kneading her ass. She smiled as she straightened and raced up the stairs.
When Scott reached their room, Tiffany was standing by the bed, awaiting his instructions.
He sat in the chair at the side of the bed and watched her. Tiffany looked at him curiously, unsure of what he intended.
"I want you to show me what you were doing earlier," he told her, carefully watching her reaction. She blushed as she looked at the bed, remembering their phone call, glancing back to him as a cheeky idea formed.