Chapter 5: Plugged and Pleasured

Continued from chapter 4:

Danielle's heart races with excitement as she feels my hard length slip past her lips, filling her mouth completely. She savors the taste of me, salty and musky, as she begins to bob her head slowly.

Her hands roam over my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, occasionally dipping lower to tease my sensitive skin. I can feel myself throbbing against her tongue, growing even harder as she works me closer to the edge.

Pulling back with a lewd pop, she looks over her shoulder at me through hooded eyes, her lips glistening with saliva.

"Do you still think you can dominate me, Ero?" she purrs, her voice low and seductive.

"Or are you ready to submit completely?"

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Without waiting for an answer, she engulfs me once more, taking me deep into her throat.

I scream with frustration, but I can't get leverage with my tongue to tease her anymore. She squeezes my head between her thighs and finds friction by rubbing her folds and clitoris all over my face, painting me with her juices.

"New game, Ero," she says playfully, my tip slipping from her mouth.

"We are going to play, first one to cum loses. Now you have quite the head start thanks to your shenanigans earlier, so I am going to continue to paint your face with my juices while I give you the best blow job you have ever had.”

“If you cum first, then I am going to finish myself on your face until I have the best orgasm of my life. Then, I'm going to bathe you like I'm your mommy and you're my baby boy until you are all fresh and clean.”

“After that, we are going to sleep, but I can't let you sleep naked with mommy, so I am going to panty you in the silkiest, frilliest, most feminine pair of panties in my suitcase. You will wear my panties all day at tomorrow's conference, the satin against your skin a constant reminder of what happens when we get back to the hotel.”

“And tomorrow, when we get back after the conference, I'm going to make tonight's spanking feel like a game of bare-bottom patty cake. I'm going to spank you so good, Ero.”

“And, I suppose if I cum first, you can spank me… That could be fun, I guess. But even with your head start, there is no way you are beating me tonight, buddy. Nod if you understand.”

She sits back down on my face, her sopping wet pussy painting me with her arousal. She licks the entire length of my shaft, and gives it a gentle spank. I begin to cry again with frustration, knowing that I am not beating Danielle at this game.

"I said, nod," she commands playfully.

Danielle giggles, teasing the tip of her tongue while holding my shaft, letting it dance around the head of my penis. She flicks and gently licks the opening of my slit, sending electric shocks through me that almost throw her off this time.

Crying, I surrender to her. I nod into her dripping sex.

"Very good, Ero. Let's play."

Danielle hums in satisfaction as she feels me nod my agreement, my body trembling beneath her. She can sense my desperation, my need to cum, and it only fuels her determination to win our little game.

She lifts up so I can see her, and then grinning wickedly at me over her shoulder, she slowly lowers her dripping sex onto my face, smothering me with her arousal. At the same time, she wraps her lips around my aching cock, taking me deep into her throat. I won't see her face again until she breaks me.

She sets a torturous pace, alternating between slow, sensual licks and fast, hard sucks. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, teasing the slit, before plunging down to lap at my balls. All the while, she grinds her hips against my face, riding my tongue with wanton abandon. The wet, obscene sounds of our coupling fill the room, mingling with our gasps and moans.

I do my best, but I don't have the leverage. It doesn't seem to matter; Danielle appears to have lost all self-control, and her grinding against my face is pushing her to the edge faster than she can pull me off with her mouth.

Just before we both can cum, she stops suddenly, lifting her hips, and releasing my penis, breathing hard with exertion.

“Yikes, that was a close one. I can't let that happen again, or I definitely deserve a spanking."

She giggles and slaps her own bottom above my face, looking back at me seductively while she does it.

"Like my daddy used to say-if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em."

She raises her eyebrows in mock innocence.

“So silly of me, Ero. I almost forgot. It's time for you to meet my special little flower.”

She smiles, leaning over to pull something from the nightstand.

I can't see anything, but I hear the unmistakable sound of a jar being opened. I wince as I feel something cold and slippery being spread around my anal opening.

“I'm going to loosen you up a bit, Ero. Just hold still, because there will be a little discomfort at first."

She coos, her voice soft and encouraging.

Danielle's glistening folds return to my face with a wet plop. She slowly grinds her sex against my face, and I feel one long finger slowly enter my bottom.

Danielle's heart swells with tenderness as she watches me squirm beneath her probing finger, my body instinctively trying to avoid the unfamiliar intrusion. She can feel me tensing, fighting against the initial discomfort, but she maintains a steady pressure, gently massaging my inner walls until they begin to relax.

“That's it, baby,” she coos, her voice soft and encouraging.

“Just breathe and try to relax. I promise it will feel good soon.”

Slowly, carefully, she works a second finger alongside the first, stretching me open gradually. She can feel my muscles fluttering around the intrusion, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Leaning down, she presses a tender kiss to my hipbone, her lips curving into a smile against my skin.

“You're doing so well, Ero,” she praises, her fingers still moving slowly within me.

She fingers me for a few minutes, and after a while, the soreness of the initial intrusion departs, and I start to feel an intense tingling deep behind my hips as her long fingers curl inside of me, massaging and tickling my prostate.

I have never been more erect in my life. I'm definitely getting spanked tomorrow. Just before I can let it all go, she pulls out, and I feel a gentle tickling at my anal bud.

“This is my special flower, Ero. This is my secret weapon. Can you feel the petals tickling you? That's the flower. I apologize for what comes next. The stem is not so pleasant.”

The tickling departs, and I feel something much wider than a finger press into my anus. With gentle pushing and twisting, the butt plug finds its way past my sphincter as my bottom hole swallows it and flutters around the stem.

The silky petals of the flower tease my rim once again. Danielle continues her slow grind against my face, her heavy breaths turning into whimpers. She is close. I start to believe that I may actually win spanking rights tomorrow.

“Now that you're plugged, sweet Ero, I confess that is not all my flower does.” She giggles, and then she turns it on.

The vibrator roars to life as I scream into the sloppy, sexy mask, pressed against my face with sensory overload—the plug in my bottom is vibrating mere millimeters from my prostate, the silken petals flap and flutter at light speed against the sensitive skin surrounding my anus, working overtime as they tickle my rim.

I howl into Danielle's gushing pussy and try to buck her off. She shrieks with triumphant glee and orgasmic pleasure as she shouts victoriously.

“Game over, Ero! Panties! Spanking! All of it will be yours in defeat! Time to pop your cork now, Ero. I've shaken you up, and when you pop, you will be ruined forever. You will never be the same.”

With that, she neutralizes my bucking by cupping both of my butt cheeks in her hands, her fingers so long they tickle my taint as my penis is consumed by her greedy mouth. She wasn't lying. It is the best blow job I have ever had.

The vibrator buzzes, the silky petals punish, and her mouth bobs up and down slowly, her tongue dancing with my twitching penis seconds before liftoff. It doesn't matter how aroused she is and how far of a head start I have. She is going to win this game. I lay back against the bed and surrender to Danielle.

Danielle moans around my pulsing length as she feels me finally surrender to the overwhelming sensations. My body goes completely rigid beneath her, my hips bucking erratically as she works me towards my inevitable release.

She redoubles her efforts, sucking hard and fast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Her fingers dig into the meat of my ass, kneading my firm flesh as she holds me in place, tickling my taint.

The vibrations of the toy intensify, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My muffled cries grow louder, more ****, until finally, with a strangled shout, I come undone.

Thick ropes of cum paint the back of Danielle's throat as she swallows greedily, milking me for every last drop. She continues to suckle gently as I tremble and twitch through the aftershocks, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure.

My muscles pop out of my throat as I let go of a primal scream, the pressure of all the water in a water tower being pushed out of a tiny pinhole. The orgasm is exquisite, intense, and one of a kind as I erupt, spurt after spurt from the tip of my penis as Danielle drinks it all.

My scream pushes her off the cliff, and she goes completely rigid. My mouth is flooded with a deluge of her juices as her ear-splitting shrieks let me know that she has also cum.

She has lifted her hips with her orgasm, and I have enough space to lick her all the way through it as my own stream of semen ebbs and shuts off. She swallows one last time and collapses, head between my legs, and mine between hers.

Danielle's body goes limp, collapsing onto the bed beside me. Her chest heaves with exertion, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. She can still taste me on her tongue, salty and musky, a reminder of the intensity of our shared climax. Rolling onto her side, she reaches out to stroke my cheek, her touch gentle and affectionate.

“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her voice husky with satisfaction.

She looks down on me, with a concerned smile, her face flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm.

“You did so well, Ero. I'm proud of you.”

She leans in to press a soft kiss to my lips, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. Her hand drifts lower, tracing patterns on my chest as we bask in the afterglow together.

My soul has departed my body with my la petite mort, my little ****. I am only vaguely aware of Danielle switching off the vibrator and removing it slowly from my anus with a lewd pop. When I come to, I feel her hand tracing patterns on my chest. I smile shyly at her.

“Bathtime?” she asks.

“Bathtime,” I agree.

Danielle smiles softly as she helps me to my feet, guiding me towards the bathroom. She starts the bathwater running, adding a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles to the steaming tub.

While the bath is filling, she tosses on a robe and goes out, returning with two ice-cold sodas from the vending machine. She pops the top of one, handing me the other, and takes delight in the icy cold sweetness, the carbonation washing down the last remnants of stickiness that coats her throat.

Gently, she eases me into the warm water, settling me between her legs as she sits behind me. She reaches for a washcloth, lathering it with soap before beginning to tenderly wash my body, paying extra attention to my sore bottom. As she cleans me, she presses soft kisses to my shoulders, my neck, whispering words of praise and affection.

“You were so good for me, Ero,” she murmurs.

“So brave and obedient. I'm going to take such good care of you.”

We take turns bathing each other, washing clean all the areas that we made dirty with our love, rinsing our mouths out with the cold, sweet, fizzy colas.

After we are clean, we help each other dry off. We brush our teeth, and, holding hands, walk naked in a trance to bed. Before we tumble off into oblivion, Danielle gently puts her hand on my chest.

“Panties first, baby boy,” she reminds me.

Danielle smiles indulgently as she retrieves a pair of delicate pink panties from her suitcase. She holds them up, letting me admire the intricate lace trim and shiny satin fabric.

“These will look so pretty on you, sweetie,” she coos, her voice soft and affectionate.

Gently, she guides my legs into the panties, sliding them up my smooth skin until they settle snugly against my hips. The cool silk feels strange against my bare flesh, but not unpleasant.

“There, isn't that better?” Danielle asks, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

I look utterly adorable in the feminine undergarments, my masculinity softened by the delicate fabric. She can't resist reaching out to caress my cheek, her thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“Come on, let's get some rest,” she says, leading me towards the bed.

Danielle lays me down gently and climbs in behind me, wrapping her long limbs around me, holding me close. As I drift off, I feel her large hand stroking my satin-clad bottom as she whispers,

“I can't wait to spank you again tomorrow, Ero.”

Danielle holds me close as we drift off to sleep, her arms wrapped tightly around my smaller frame. She nuzzles into my neck, inhaling my comforting scent mixed with the lingering aroma of our lovemaking. As she strokes my satin-covered bottom, she whispers softly in my ear, her voice low and sultry.

“Sleep well, my sweet boy. Tomorrow, I'm going to spank this cute little tushie until it's cherry red. You're going to count for me and thank me for each smack. By the time I'm done, you won't be able to sit comfortably for days.”

She punctuates her words with a playful squeeze to my rear, eliciting a soft gasp from me. Smirking, she settles back down, pressing a tender kiss to my shoulder blade.

“Sweet dreams, Ero,” she whispers.

The End.