(Author's note: Hi all this is my first time writing a story like this so apologies if it's not the world's greatest read, feedback is more than welcome. Not quite sure which category this story belongs in but I've put it in 'Loving Wives' because this chapter is just BF/GF, but future chapters will probably involve femdom, m/m m/f and maybe some f/f so if you have any opposition to those things it's highly unlikely to be your cup of tea)
I'm in my mid 20s, slim, short, with a hairless body, and brown hair in a mess. All in all nothing to write home about. On the other-hand I often feel like the luckiest person in the world to have my girlfriend, Emily. Slim, C-cup tits, legs to die for and, fiery ginger hair that flows to her shoulder, which is capable of turning anyone's head in the street. We're also both bisexual, which makes talking about our crushes together a lot more fun. Fairly early on in the relationship we established that I was quite submissive in the bedroom, which started with her saying that she wanted to peg me when we were both quite drunk. I think she was taken aback by the enthusiasm of my response, but what more could I want than to be railed by my extremely hot girlfriend. After that we tried more, I loved being spanked, having my hair pulled, being blind folded, and I even tried crossdressing. We've even talked about playing with a 3rd but never found quite the right way to arrange it.
Anyway, onto the real story. A month ago I lost my job, which given I worked in a transatlantic export business, I was about as surprised to learn about as a WW1 German General watching Field Marshal Haig's latest brilliant plan to get 3ft closer to Berlin by depopulating a medium sized town in South Yorkshire. I was very lucky to be living with Emily, who offered to help me out financially whilst I searched for a new job. She's a very well paid scientist (more about her job later), but I insisted on paying my fair share out of my savings whilst I looked for a new job. Were my savings large enough for me to have this amount of pride when refusing help? No. Is the job market anywhere near good enough for someone like me to have that amount of pride? Also no. In short I was being a bit of an idiot, which is easy to say with the benefit of hindsight. It was also easy to say at the time, and I think deep down, I knew at the time). Emily instantly became quite worried, even if I tried to put a brave face on it, even if it was quite a wobbly brave face. Two weeks into a job search so fruitless you could call it a vegetable patch, she sat me down for a conversation in our living room.
"Look, I don't want you pissing away your savings, and letting you get stressed out of some misplaced pride"
I opened my mouth to respond, but before a peep of a sound could come out she had already placed her finger in front of my lips to shush me
"If you don't want to feel financially dependant I understand, but there's a job going in my team at work which you'll be perfect for, if you feel comfortable doing it"
Now, being the humanities brained individual I am, I was confused by what I could bring to my scientist girlfriend's workplace, especially given that I knew what sort of machines she was working with (even if I didn't know specifics)
Emily glances at my slightly confused face and giggles.
"Even if you don't accept my idea it's been worth it for me to see your confused face. You now how much it makes me laugh"
I start giggling as well, finding her laugh infectious. After a couple of minutes of uncontrolled laughing I finally speak for the 1st time in the conversation
"Ok apart from getting my confused face what do you want from me"
"Ok, we need a tester in our team, and I have a theory..."
At this point I feel like I should explain what my girlfriend actually does. She designs sex machines. Which aside from giving us a pretty nifty discount on any toys we want to use in the bedroom, I don't particularly know much about the details of her work, given that none of the products she's worked on have been released yet, and she's always been unable to share details of what she's been working on. Aside from anything else I'm excited, just for the chance to find a bit more about her work.
"I think tester feedback would be more useful coming from someone I intimately understand, so that I have, err.., a proper comparison for the arousal of the subject, or to put it in simple terms, I think you would be a useful subject because we're boinking."
At this point my mouth is just hanging open
"I guess whilst you would be a useful test subject, it would be of still surprising for you to manage a useful response to this. I'll give you some time to think about it, but if you don't take the job I'm not letting you throw away your savings on your share of the rent"
She pauses before a grin creeps across her face
"Whilst you're thinking you can start using that open mouth for something useful rather than just looking gormless"
In one fluid motion Emily wriggles out of her skirt, and throws it across the room, slides her panties down so they're round her ankles, and then pulls me by my hair so instead of sitting on the sofa, I'm on my knees right in front of her. She gives me a second to appreciate her neatly trimmed bush right above her sopping wet pussy before shoving my face in to taste her sweet juices. The million thoughts I've been having about our rather one-sided conversation instantly evaporated from my mind, with the sensation of being pulled by the hair, the taste of her juices, the smell of her sex. My cock quickly becomes as hard as a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick as I obediently service her.
After continuing to lick her for the best part of ten minutes she decided to give my tongue a break and she pulls me up onto me feet by my hair and manoeuvres me so I'm bent over the back of the sofa, she pulls down my trousers to reveal a pair of lacy black panties (I've always preferred the feeling of wearing panties to male underwear) and the stockings I've been wearing underneath my ordinary clothes. She slowly inserts her index finger and starts wiggling it about, and asks
"So whilst you think about my proposal I now have a more time sensitive question, how much warm up do you think you need before I fuck you"
"You know, I'm not going to give you a useful answer, I always become so impatient to get fucked by you when you start playing with my ass"
"Well on your ass be it"
She sticks in a second finger and starts to vigorously fuck me with them. At this point my cock is twitching and leaking, and the room is silent apart from mine and Emily's heavy breathing slowly syncing up with each other. Suddenly she pulled her fingers out, and walked out of the room silently, leaving me bent over the sofa mourning the presence of her fingers stretching me out. After a minute that felt like an eternity she came back with one of her strapon dildos in one hand, a life-like dick about 7 inches in size and some lube. She efficiently applies the lube to her fingers before reinserting them into my ass. With her other hand she reaches round and starts fondling my dick, which was proudly standing erect at its full 7.5 inch length, beads of pre cum forming at the tip. Once she reaches the tip with her left index finger she collects one of the drops of pre cum, before delicately moving the finger to my mouth to give me a taste.
"You're always so desperate to take me cock, you're a slut, you know that right?"
I nod and moan an affirmative
"Say how much you want to be fucked."
"I need to get fucked by you so badly Emily"
"Say it like you mean it"
"Fuck the cum out of me Emily, I'm your 2 hole submissive slut, and I need your cock in my ass so badly."
