A little kink can go a long way. This is something I tell myself while waiting on a special package. A couple of months ago, a site I've been browsing posted a huge sale for ready to ship versions of their custom products.
Being able to hardly contain my excitement with little patience, I decided to do some yard work while awaiting the scheduled delivery. I was down on my hands and knees cleaning out the flower bed when from behind I heard "howdy, neighbor!" I nearly jumped out of my skin, as I was so deep in thought about my special night I had planned. She just giggled and said "calm down, scaredy-cat I won't bite ya."
I turned around to see Samantha my neighbor from a few doors down. She was out taking her afternoon walk. Samantha is gorgeous, standing at about five feet six inches, long red hair, blue eyes, and full breasts with thick hips and matching butt. To show it off, she was wearing a light pink tank top and blue jogging shorts. The kind of jogging shorts that rode a little high and let the cheeks peek through.
"It's about time you got around to spruce up the front yard. The weather has been warm enough for a few weeks now," she teased. "Heh, work has been really giving it to me lately. I'm just lucky I got the chance," I said rubbing the back of my head trying not to be too ashamed. Right then the courier pulled up with my special package interrupting out brief conversation.
"Ooh, whadya get? Something fun I hope," Samantha said playfully while raising an eyebrow. "Just some small electronics for a project," I blurted while trying not to blush. Samantha was still looking at the box when she made a funny face. Had she realized what it was? No. There was no way! The sender's address was a pseudonym meant to keep things private.
"Well, I should continue with my walk. Wouldn't want to keep you from all this hard yard work and your new toys," she said with a wink. There was no way I wasn't blushing now. "Ok, well it was nice talking to you, Samantha. Have a good walk," I managed to stammer out. Half turning around while still walking she called out "thanks! And if you want to swing by for a drink later, feel free. The weather this evening is supposed to be perfect."
I finished up outside and rushed back in. After taking nice hot shower, I decided it was time to check out my special delivery. Hastily ripping open the box, I made it to the surprise inside. It was a special order silicone squirting dildo from bad dragon. My heart fluttered with shameful excitement as I had never made such a purchase!
I had fantasized about fucking myself with a toy for some time now. When I found out that there were toys that could squirt, I couldn't resist. Even better was that it included a complimentary bottle of cum lube. Without hesitation I cracked open the bottle to see what made it special. The lube was stringy, viscous, and very very slick.
I was hard just examining my new naughty toys. The fake cock was about six inches in length and two inches in girth with a hefty knot just before the base. My bottom ached just thinking about it! "I'm not sure if I can't fit this into my tight little ass," I thought to myself. But I was damn sure gonna try.
Snapping me back to reality, I heard a quick tap at the front door. I couldn't answer it with this ridiculous erection, and needed a few moments to calm down. "Be right there," I shouted in hopes that whoever was there had the patience to wait.
When I got to the door I found a note that read "come on by for that drink. If you're still up for it that is. You can bring your new toys if you like. J/K -Sam"
I gulped so loud I'm sure the neighbors heard it. "Well, time to change and head to Samantha's, but tonight's special guest stay here," I thought aloud.
Samantha answered her door wearing a bikini top and boy shorts, her big perky tits nearly falling out of her top. She was grinning almost mischievously, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. I was in a polo shirt with khaki shorts and sandals. In other words, I was way overdressed. "Follow me, the drinks are on the back porch. I shoulda told ya we'd be hanging by the pool."
"That's ok," I replied. "I'm quite alright lounging on the deck with a drink. How was the rest of your walk?"
"Not bad. I ran a few errands afterward, and picked up the tequila for these margaritas. I hope you enjoy."
By this point I was already awkwardly downing my drink. Samantha and I had often exchanged hello's and hi's, but I never expected to be hanging out alone sharing drinks. I mean, she's so incredibly sexy and I'm the stereotypical geek that's somewhat awkward. But there I was, so I decided to do the sensible thing and get buzz going to let loose.
We chatted about standard neighborhood stuff. That was until about drink three or four. Or was it five? I couldn't remember, I was actually enjoying her company. That's when she dropped the bombshell, "so, are ya gonna tell me what's really in the box? Or am I gonna have to force it out of ya? I'm kinda bummed you didn't bring it," she exclaimed playfully and with a wink.
"I recognized the pseudonym. I have a couple myself. No need to be ashamed. They're quite intricate aren't they?"
"Umm...I'm not sure I..." "Oh, don't play dumb. I know you bought a toy from bad dragon," Samantha interjected.
By this point she was leaning over, cleavage on full display, wearing that devilish smile that she had been flashing ever since she saw the box. "It's a...a" "well, c'mon." "It's a squirting dildo," I managed to stutter out.
Samantha gasped, "that's so fucking hot! Please tell me it was for you?! Is this your first one? Have you ever tried anal before? What made you choose a squirter? What do you think of the cum lube? Exciting stuff isn't it?" She fired the questions off one after another almost without taking a breath.
"Well, I've had this fantasy for a while. And, it's just so embarrassing." "Oh, no. There's no judgment here. I love talking about these kind of things. I thought I was the only one until I saw your delivery. You always seemed so nice, I thought maybe I could broach the topic."
"I appreciate that. Um, well, you see I've always had this fascination for anal. Reading other's excitement about it online helped me build the courage to buy a toy to try it out. That's the one that was delivered today."
"Have you tried it yet?" Samantha asked, while trying to mellow her excitement. "No, not yet. I was going to try tonight actually. When you knocked I was about to go upstairs to prep," I replied.
"If you want someone to help walk you through it, I'd be happy to. Since you shared your fantasy, it's only fair that I tell you one of mine. I've always wanted to take someone's anal virginity. Would you let me be your first?"
How could I say no to this offer? My head was racing, my heart pounding, and well of course my erection was hard as a nail. "O-ok," I meagerly worked out. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get ready, and be back in and hour with your new cock and cum. And don't be late, or you'll catch your first punishment too!"
I made it home with no time to spare. Bounding upstairs, I brought out the enema kit stashed in the bathroom to clean myself out. I made sure to fill the bag as much as I could, then slipped the slender tip into my puckered hole. A warm wave washed over me when I released the clip filling me up. I was in a hurry and luckily the bag was draining quickly.
I released into the toilet the first bag after struggling to hold it. Round two was just as enjoyable. The warm rush coupled with the sensation of being filled completely was almost euphoric. It was a shame being crunched for time, but I didn't want to keep Samantha waiting.
After a third bag I was clean and ready to go. So, I decided to check the time and see if I could fit in a shower. There was just enough time, but I felt like I was missing something. Ah! The starter plug I bought to train my ass. It was a small metal plug with a red jewel on the bottom (the only one available at the shop I visited last week). I lubed it up and slid it gently into my eager bottom with only a little resistance.
I quickly finished my shower and made my way back to Samantha's house with my small bag of goodies. She answered the door, but she wasn't wearing her bikini and shorts. Those had been swapped out for a lace black and red corset that hugged her curves and pushed up her breasts, making them appear even larger. Her panties were sheer black lace, and on her legs she wore tall stockings held in place with a garter. Needless to say, I was speechless!
"Get inside. NOW," she commanded sternly. "I told you an hour, but you're five minutes late. Don't you know it's very poor manners to keep a lady waiting?"
"I-I.."
"Shush. Now strip for me. I want to see what I get to play with." I began undressing in her living room. I felt slightly embarrassed to be so vulnerable, but also because I had kept Samantha waiting.
