Cold Comfort

I write many of my stories in a format that loosely resembles a script ...as if I'm writing a scene for My Girl (the sub in many of my stories) to follow.

I awake. I'm on my right side, spooning you. My right arm is under your neck, my left arm tucked under your left breast and my left hand is cupping your right tit. My cock is hard and throbbing. It's wedged in its sweaty nest between your soft, naked ass cheeks. I grab my cock and push the swollen tip down the length of your moist ass crack, pausing briefly at your puckered asshole for a gentle nudge, then continuing down until my cock springs upward again and nestles between your pussy lips, pushing them apart. You moan and wake up.

"What time is it?" you mumble, sleepy-headed.

"It's 6. I like waking up at the crack of dawn."

You reach down to grab my cock and move it around to pleasure yourself. "I'm not Dawn, the woman whose crack you think you've woken up to," you joke.

"No, but let's invite this Dawn for a threesome."

You laugh, and then cough weakly. "I think I'm coming down with a cold," you say. "Maybe I'll stay home from work today."

It's Friday the 13

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. You're into horror stories. I figure you want to play hooky from work, lie in bed all day with your favorite horror stories or movies, plus maybe check out Fetlife and masturbate most of the day. Sounds like a great plan. I wish I could join you...

"You look and sound OK to me," I say.

You cough twice, weakly—such bad acting that would fool no one. I play along. "OK, sweetie. You take care of yourself. I'll be home from work at 6". (Actually, I plan to be home at 4, with a big surprise—but you don't know that yet.) Even though you're 'sick', I give you a long passionate, tongue-probing kiss—10 seconds.

I grab a quick shower. I don't bother to shave. I put on my dress shirt (untucked), jeans, loafers and head to work.

At noon I call to see how you're doing. You attempt to sound sick... more bad acting from you. I give you wishes to 'feel better soon.' Then hang up. I can

guarantee

you're going to feel much much better really soon.

1:43 PM. I call again. (I've confirmed I'll be ready to finish my work early and be home by 4 - my secret plan—and the reason I got to work two hours early today, foregoing fucking your brains out before work this morning I'll fuck your brains out —and much more—when I get home...

"How's my little patient?" I ask sweetly.

"Still wiped," you reply. (I figure the only thing

wiped

is your clit and pussy lips—repeatedly with your fingers.)

"I'm still aiming to be home by 6, but might be a bit delayed," I fib. "I got you a present. Look under the bed."

"A present?" You perk up.

"Yes, under the bed. See you at 6, My Girl. Ta ta for now."

You check under the bed, excited. There's a parcel with monster-themed gift wrap. You tear the paper off and open the box. Inside is another 'monster'— a large remote-control vibrating dildo-anal plug combo made of purple silicone. Plus, two bottles of lube: water-based Astroglide, and silicone-based Astroglide. Also, a pair of sheer laser-cut black nylon panties—sheer

everywhere

—no cotton gusset. And finally, my note:

A little toy for you to enjoy ... and get you revved up and loosened up... for me. It's remote controlled with a vibe at the textured pad. I control the remote with my phone. You can't start it without the remote. Use lots of lube! Then slide those panties on, and then a pair of your tightest jeans. I put them at the foot of the bed.

You quickly get out of your pyjamas, and then take a moment to admire the dildo and anal plug toy, deliciously imagining the pleasure when it's inside you. You've used dildos and anal plugs before, sometimes both at the same time, but not in a single unit or inserted simultaneously. You caress the firm but soft textured silicone shafts, then flick them with your finger to watch them jiggle. You pop open the two lube bottles and eagerly apply the water-based lube to the dildo and anal plug. You lie back on the bed and pull your knees up to your firm, full tits and guide the twin shafts to your pussy and ass, feeling the slick bulbous tips slipping and sliding around their intended targets. You try to push them in from their joined base but each shaft seems to have a mind of its own—and they repeatedly swerve in opposite directions. After a few furtive stabs, you change tactics and use your right hand to grip the anal plug in the stem just below the plug's flared bulb, and your left hand to grab the cock-shaped dildo an inch below its bulbous 'mushroom cap'. You quickly slide both spears into their respective wet holes. You're good—and well-practiced with toys. Both shafts are a little thicker than your current dildo and anal plug—I checked before buying. You add a dollop of silicone lube to the vibrator silicone pad against your clit and start rubbing. You squirm with pleasure for several seconds, swivelling your hips in circles and back and forth, feeling the fully-packed sensations from the firm tubes inside you and the textured clit pad rubbing you. You're impatient for me to turn on the remote controlled vibe...

You continue with my note's instructions, sliding the silky-smooth tight panties on. They really are super tight. Then you wriggle into your tightest jeans, the ones I set out at the foot of the bed for you.

You are moaning and squirming with delight when I call again at 2:06.

"Everything OK? You feeling nice and snug?" I ask.

"Yes," you reply, trying to stifle your moans of pleasure to not give me satisfaction— and make me disappointed that I didn't stay home like I knew you wanted me, too.

"So, you followed my instructions?" I ask, my voice rising, in a firm demanding tone.

"Yes!" You respond, rolling your eyes.

I can 'hear' in your voice that you're rolling your eyes. I know how to fix that impudence.

"OK," I say, and I use my phone to remotely start the dildo's vibrator pad on your clit.

"Oh, my fuck!" I hear you gasp before you collapse into deep throaty moans. I wait 10 seconds. I figure you have your hands down your pants to intensify the pleasure, or else you are grinding your pussy into the mattress. Maybe both. I turn the vibe off.

"Why'd you stop?" You plead with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

"Do you hear me rolling my eyes?" I chuckle. "How about now... am I rolling my eyes? Don't worry, my sweet. I'll restart the vibe when I get home at 6 ... or maybe slightly later if traffic is bad. Keep the dildo and anal plug in until I get home!" I command. "And don't forget I love you!" I hang up.

You don't know this, But I rigged the double dildo with a thermocouple to measure your temperature, and an accelerometer to measure your pulse and movement. I'm tracking your vital signs right now. At 2:10 I turn on the vibe again, only now at a slightly higher intensity... and at 2:13... Bingo! Unmistakable signs you are having an orgasm. Looks Like a mighty fine one, too. Too bad I'm not there to share it! I turn off the vibe and go back to work.

At 3:13, my phone beeps. I look over to the screen. Yup! You're having another orgasm! Unbelievable! Orgasms at 2:13 and 3:13 on Friday the 13

th

. Freaky coincidence! I know the timing wasn't planned by you. When you're horny, you lose track of time. You pay attention to your pussy and ass - and my cock... but not a clock. I hadn't turned on the vibe for this last one so you were either stroking yourself or riding a pillow to get yourself off, or... (I let my mind wander to all the delicious ways you could be playing with your delectable, tasty pussy.)

At 3:30 I pack my things and head for home.

I sneak in quietly and head upstairs. I peek through the door. You are face down on the bed, turned away from me. Your left arm is propping up your left cheek, while your right hand scrolls through your phone. Then I notice you lower your head and free your left hand. It slides down under you and into your pants. You're rubbing yourself furiously.

This is my moment! I use my phone to start the vibe on the clit pad. This time the vibe is set to a much higher intensity level. You jolt, your legs stiffening and shooting out straight and you moan. I remotely start the vibe for the anal plug - a secret from you until now. You yell out "Oh my fuck!", and your legs stretch out even more (I didn't think it was possible) and you drop the phone on the bed.

I walk in and take your phone while you are writhing in ecstasy from the two intense vibration sources packed inside your tight jeans. You're desperately trying to get your third orgasm of the afternoon and start to rhymically push your pussy against your hand inside your pants while you 'ride the mattress'. I turn off the two vibes. You deflate but don't say anything—you know I'm in charge. You just keep furiously grinding your pussy into the mattress and rubbing away at your clit with your left hand.

"Stop it!" I command. You stop. I pointed keep looking at your phone and scroll through your viewing history. "Hmm. Checking out Fetlife and other kinky online dating sites, I see. Spending your afternoon looking for better cock than me? Good luck finding it!"

You start to protest.

"Not a word!" I counter. "You will only answer by nodding or shaking your head, or grunting and moaning. Understood?"

You nod, sheepishly.

"Face down on the bed!" I order.

You comply, flopping over dejectedly after your pathetic attempt to plead for mercy.

While you're not looking, I take another 30-40 seconds to scroll through your phone's browsing history. My silence during this time has you looking at me furtively with sidelong glances. "Eyes closed!" I command.

Hmm, I see you checked out a few guys, but mostly you were looking at women who were looking for FFM threesomes for us to play with. You sweet little angel!

I act stern again. "I don't have time to monitor what your filthy little mind gets up to. You will be punished." I reach into my top draw, and pull out four ropes. I quickly bind your arms and legs to the four corner posts of our bed. You are now tied tightly, spread-eagle and face down on the bed. You whimper in fear and excitement. You know a spanking is coming! I lay three sharp smacks on your quivering ass. You yelp on the first one and settle into deep throaty moans after each of the next two spanks. I stop.

"You dirty little slut," I hiss in your ear. "You horny little she-devil cunt!" I yell in fake indignation.

I wail on your ass with five more smacks of my open hand. The pain-pleasure of the slaps must be delicious with your pussy and ass double-stuffed with dildo and plug! Then I remember the remotes and turn both on for clit vibe and anal plug. You gasp, moan, whimper, gurgle, and wriggle, begging for more—without actually using words. I slap your ass another 10 whacks, counting them out loudly... and offering bulshit mumbo-jumbo about how it 'hurts me more than it hurts you' when I have to discipline you. My hard cock and the pulsing blood in my brain tell me I'm full of shit. We're both loving this game

Then I slide on top of you and start dry humping you. My swollen cock has formed a hard ridge in my jeans for the past 10 minutes. I rub my cock ridge hard into where your ass crack must be, except it's filled with the silicone strap forming the joined base of the dildo and plug. I can feel your ass muscles tensing and relaxing in time with my pushes. I can feel the deep internal vibes from the anal plug on my cock. The two vibes must be super intense for you.

"One thing that really goes with dry humping is wet kisses. Lay one on me," I order. You turn your head toward me. Held by your restraints, it's hard stretching. I pull your hair and twist your head more. Your eyes are rolled back in sweet abandon. I kiss you intensely, passionately. You hungrily suck on my tongue like it was my cock. Your moaning intensifies suddenly, your breath quickens and next thing I know I'm holding on for dear life as you buck and grind in orgasm. You're screaming and gurgling, alternately. I run my hands under your hips to help steady your roiling, writhing, bucking body. I feel spreading wetness on the front of your jeans. Oh my fuck!...You've squirted.

After 15 seconds of yelling, grinding and flailing, you collapse—exhausted and panting.

I whisper in your ear. "You delicious, luscious, lascivious little minx! This is where the fucking really starts." In a frenzy, I reach under you to unbutton you and pull your jeans and panties down as far as they will go over your still quivering ass and a few inches down your spread, bound legs. I have only about three inches clearance between your pussy and the spread waistband of your jeans. And the angle's not right. I push myself up from you by my palms against your ass. You moan from the pressure on your ass... it probably also stretched your bound limbs a bit, too.

I push a doubled-up pillow under your pussy mound, to force your ass up. I get better clearance and angle. I reach in and grab the double dildo. The dildo in your pussy wants to slide out but the flared base of the anal plug takes a bit more effort. Finally, your ass relaxes from my steady pull and dilates to release the plug's bulbous base. Both rubbery cylinders now slide out easily. After two hours with your pussy and ass filled with silicone—and then the orgasm—both your ass and pussy are relaxed and gaping. Both holes stay open with a one-inch diameter channel. I get my face up really close, my nose almost against your asshole, admiring the fragrant mixed aromas of your pussy and ass. I pull back slightly and I can see a few inches inside your glistening ass and pussy! I furiously unbutton my jeans and rip them down.

"Your ass and pussy are gaping, My Girl. Both are inviting me in! Which to take first?" I ponder loudly.

I slide my cock into your tight, wet, slippery pussy. It instantly contracts and grips me in a love embrace. I start fucking you furiously...I'm lost and enraptured in your pussy heaven.

Your ass will be next!

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