Friday Night Surprise

It was Friday morning Jim had already left for work. Anne laid in the bed as the morning sun shined across her back side. She was thinking about the surprise she had in store for Jim tonight. It had been a week since she had given Jim that morning blow job that made him late for work.

The day went by pretty fast has she looked at the clock. She knew Jim would be home soon. She had prepared a romantic dinner for them. And after dinner, Jim would get his dessert from her. Jim arrived home to the smell of food as he entered the kitchen. He saw Anne finishing up their dinner and putting it on the kitchen table.

Jim gave Anne a kiss and said what’s the special occasion honey she said oh nothing this is just something I threw together for us tonight. I have special dessert for you after dinner honey say Anne. And watched Jim devour his dinner unknown to Jim Anne had hidden some Viagra in his food. She wanted him nice and hard for his dessert tonight.

Anne told Jim to stay where he was she was going to fix his dessert, and went to their bedroom and changed. She put on her outfit of just a garter belt with stockings and high heels. She admired herself in the mirror. She knew Jim was a sucker for garter belt and stocking and high heels. Anne looked at her self in the mirror admiring herself, her huge 38G tits hung free. The red garter belt and stockings with matching thong hung to her thick curves.

Anne ran her hands down her curves one last time, biting her lip as she imagined Jim’s reaction. With a slow, deliberate breath, she called out, her voice dripping with playful command.

“Jim… come here. Now.”

The chair scraped against the kitchen floor as he stood, his footsteps heavy with anticipation. When he reached the bedroom doorway, his breath hitched—Anne stood with her back to him, the red garter straps cutting into the soft flesh of her hips, the stockings clinging to her thick thighs. She turned just enough to glance over her shoulder, catching his wide-eyed stare.

“Strip naked”

Anne had placed a chair at the foot of the bed told Jim to have a seat in it. Jim sat down in the chair his cock was rock hard from the Viagra Anne had given him. Anne walked up to him told him to put his hands behind the chair. Jim did as he was told and and put a set of handcuffs on him.

Anne circled Jim slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she admired her handiwork. His cock stood painfully erect, veins pulsing along its thick length, while his swollen balls hung heavy beneath—already dripping a steady stream of precum onto his thighs. She traced a fingertip along his inner thigh, just shy of touching him, and smirked at the way his hips twitched forward, **** for contact.

"Look at you," she purred, crouching until they were eye level. Her breath ghosted over the slick head of his cock as she gripped the base, giving one slow, torturous stroke. "All this just for me?"

Anne reached for Jim’s cock, her fingers wrapping around its throbbing length as she slid a tight black cock ring down to the base, trapping his arousal in an even harder state. His breath came in ragged gasps as she pinched the swollen tip, making him jerk against the cuffs.

Next, she cupped his heavy sack, rolling his balls in her palm before securing a second ring snugly beneath them, pulling them taut.

Anne tightened her grip around Jim’s cock, her nails digging just enough to make him groan. “You’re going to come so hard tonight,” she whispered, her thumb swiping over his leaking tip before dragging her palm down his shaft in slow, maddening strokes. “But not yet.”

She leaned in, her full breasts brushing against his thighs as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head, tasting the salt of his precum. His hips bucked against the restraints, the chair creaking as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.

“Fuck—Anne—” Jim gasped, his muscles tensing as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard while her hand twisted at the base.

I’m going i’m gonna stroke your cock Jim I’m gonna deny your orgasm. I’m gonna edge you alone and when you get close to coming, I’m gonna stop.

Anne’s fingers tightened around Jim’s shaft, her thumb swirling over the slick head just as his hips jerked forward. “Not yet,” she murmured, releasing him abruptly as his cock twitched violently. A strangled groan tore from his throat when she leaned back, watching the swollen tip glisten under the bedroom light.

She dragged her nails down his inner thighs, smirking at the way his muscles trembled. “So ****,” she taunted, gripping him again—slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip, her palm twisting just under the crown.

Anne’s palm slid up Jim’s throbbing shaft as she suddenly arched forward, swinging one heavy 38G breast toward his face. The plush flesh smacked against his lips with a wet pop, her stiff nipple dragging across his tongue. “Suck,” she commanded, fingers tightening around his cock in rhythm with the hungry pulls of his mouth.

Precum dripped steadily from his flushed tip onto her knuckles as she worked him faster, her other hand gripping the back of his head to grind his face deeper into her tit. The scent of her perfume—something musky and vanilla—mixed with the musk of his arousal as she rocked her hips against his knee, her damp thong leaving streaks on his skin.

Jim moan as Anne stroked his cock the head of his cock was starting to turn a dark purple blush she could tell he was close to cumming and she stop stroking his cock

Anne’s fingers slowed to a teasing crawl just as Jim’s cock pulsed violently in her grip, the swollen head darkening to a deep purple as veins stood out like cords. A broken moan tore from his throat when she suddenly stilled her hand, her thumb pressing hard beneath the flared ridge—denying him at the last possible second.

"Ah—fuck, Anne, please—" Jim arched against the cuffs, his balls drawing up tight as precum spurted uselessly onto her wrist.

She tutted, leaning in to drag her tongue along the underside of his shaft, savoring the way his hips stuttered. "Did I say you could cum?"

Jims cock throb as Anne started back slowly stroking it “you don’t get to cum yet”

Anne’s fingers resumed their slow, torturous strokes along Jim’s shaft, her thumb swirling over the slick head with each upward glide. His cock throbbed violently in her grip, the veins standing rigid as fresh precum beaded at the tip.

“You don’t get to cum yet,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear as her other hand trailed down to cup his swollen balls, squeezing just enough to make him hiss. The cock ring kept him achingly hard, every pulse of blood trapped beneath the tight band.

She dragged her nails down his inner thighs, leaving faint red marks as she lowered herself onto her knees between his legs.

Anne turned around with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, the lace of her thong straining against the plush curve of her ass as she hooked a finger under the damp fabric. With a sharp tug to the side, she exposed her glistening folds, the swollen lips already parted and flushed. Jim’s breath hitched as she reached back, fingers wrapping around his twitching cock—the heat of her palm searing against his trapped arousal—and dragged the weeping tip through her slickness in one slow, filthy stroke.

“Feel that?” she purred, grinding against him, her wetness smearing along his throbbing length as she rocked her hips in tight circles.

“I know thats what you want you want your fat cock in my wet pussy”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Anne hissed, her voice dripping with wicked amusement as she pressed Jim’s slick cockhead against her clit, grinding down with a slow, filthy roll of her hips. “You want your fat cock buried in my wet pussy—but you’ll take what I give you.”

Her fingers dug into his thighs as she lifted herself just enough to tease him, letting the swollen tip catch at her entrance before pulling away with a wet drag. Jim groaned, his wrists straining against the cuffs as she repeated the motion—hovering, taunting, her slick folds clinging to him each time she denied him full penetration.

Anne released him with a cruel chuckle, trailing her nails up his inner thighs as she rose. She circled behind Jim’s chair, her stilettos clicking against the hardwood, before her hands slid over his shoulders—possessive, teasing.

Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the tense muscles of his chest before wrapping around his swollen cock from behind.

She grabbed his fat purple headed swollen cock and balls from where the cock ring kept pressure on them and she squeezed some lube on his cock and slowly stroked him.

Anne’s fingers curled possessively around Jim’s cock, the lube-slicked grip tightening just below the swollen head where his pulse throbbed against the constricting ring. A whimper tore from his throat as she dragged her palm down in a slow, twisting stroke, her thumb pressing cruelly into the frenulum on each upstroke.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear as her other hand cupped his balls, rolling the tight sac between her fingers. The pressure was exquisite—just shy of pain—and Jim’s hips jerked uselessly against the cuffs, his cock leaking onto her wrist in thick, **** pulses.

Anne’s grip tightened, her fingers flying over Jim’s cock in rapid, punishing strokes—each twist of her wrist dragging a ragged groan from his throat. His hips bucked against the restraints, the chair creaking as precum spilled in thick ropes across her knuckles. Then—cruelly—she slowed, her palm gliding to a near-stop, fingertips barely grazing the twitching vein beneath his skin.

“No,” she cooed as his cock jerked violently in the empty air, the swollen head glistening with need.

Anne leaned forward with a predatory grin, her 38G breasts swaying heavily as she shoved them against Jim’s face. The heat of her skin, the salt-tang of her arousal still clinging to her flesh, flooded his senses as she crushed the pillowy softness over his mouth and nose. “Suck,” she commanded, her voice thick with dominance, fingers still working his cock in slow, maddening strokes.

Jim groaned against her, his tongue laving at the stiff peak of her nipple as she ground the weight of her tits deeper into him, smothering him in the suffocating warmth of her cleavage.

Anne peeled herself away from Jim’s face with a wet pop, leaving his lips glistening with her musk as she sauntered backward toward the bed. The garter straps strained against the pillowy swell of her thighs, the red lace biting into flushed skin as she climbed onto the mattress with deliberate slowness. Her stilettos dug into the sheets as she spread her legs wide—the damp thong now shoved aside to reveal her puffy, glistening folds framed by the taut stockings.

Jim’s cock twitched against his stomach, a fresh bead of precum oozing down the shaft as Anne reclined onto her elbows, her breasts heaving with each breath.

Anne arched a brow, her painted lips curling into a smirk as she dragged her fingertips through her own slickness, gathering the glistening wetness before holding up her glistening fingers for Jim to see. "Like the view, baby?" she purred, her voice thick with honeyed malice as she reached beside the bed with her free hand.

Her fingers closed around the thick, veined length of the black dildo—still cold from the drawer—and she dragged it slowly up her inner thigh, letting the silicone catch against her damp skin. Jim’s breath hitched as she pressed the blunt tip against her swollen clit, circling lazily before trailing it lower, teasing her own dripping entrance without pushing inside.

Anne watched Jim’s cock twitch violently, a thick strand of precum oozing down the veined shaft to pool against his swollen balls as she dragged the dildo’s flared head through her slick folds with a wet schlick.

Anne’s breath hitched as she pressed the flared head of the dildo against her entrance, her hips rolling forward with a slow, filthy grind that **** the first thick inch inside. A moan tore from her throat—low and wanton—as she arched off the mattress, her stocking-clad thighs trembling while she worked the toy deeper with torturous slowness.

Jim’s cock jerked against his stomach, a fresh string of precum dripping onto his abs as he watched the silicone disappear between Anne’s glistening folds, her inner muscles fluttering around the invading girth.

Anne’s thighs clenched around the dildo as her back arched off the bed, a guttural moan ripping from her throat. “Oh fuck—Jim—I’m gonna cum on this black cock!” Her hips stuttered in frantic circles, the silicone stretching her swollen lips obscenely with each ragged thrust.

Jim’s wrists strained against the cuffs, his own cock pulsing violently as he watched Anne’s pussy grip the toy—her inner muscles fluttering around the thick shaft while slickness dripped down the base.

Anne’s body jerked violently, her thighs clamping around the dildo as her pussy convulsed—thick juices gushing around the silicone shaft buried deep inside her. The obscene squelch filled the room as she rode out her orgasm, her swollen lips stretched taut around the toy’s girth while slickness dripped onto the sheets beneath her.

Jim’s cock throbbed against the cock ring, his balls drawn up tight as precum leaked in a steady stream down his shaft. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on the way Anne’s pussy milked the dildo—her inner muscles fluttering as she whimpered through the aftershocks.

Anne’s chest still heaved as she slowly withdrew the glistening dildo from her flushed, swollen pussy with an obscenely wet pop. Her dark eyes flicked to Jim—his cock stood rigid and angry, the thick purple head glistening under the bedroom lights as precum oozed steadily down the throbbing veins of his shaft. A wicked grin curled her lips as she dragged the slick toy up his inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail along his trembling skin.

"Look at you," she purred, circling the dildo’s tip around the weeping slit of his cock, smearing his own precum in slow, teasing swirls.

Anne rose from the bed, her thick, chubby body glistening with sweat as she slid gracefully to her knees before Jim. The red garter belt dug deliciously into her soft thighs while her swollen breasts swayed with each movement. "Time to make you cum, baby," she breathed, her hot exhale washing over his twitching cock as she gripped the base with one hand.

Her tongue darted out first—a slow, wet stripe from his balls to the leaking tip, savoring the salt of his precum. Jim groaned, his hips jerking against the restraints as Anne took just the swollen head between her lips, sucking lightly while her fingers stroked the throbbing shaft.

Anne hollowed her cheeks around Jim’s cockhead, sucking hard just long enough to draw a ragged groan from his throat before pulling off with a wet pop. His hips jerked against the restraints, the cock ring forcing his erection into an almost painful throb as precum beaded at his slit.

“Not yet,” Anne murmured, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft in one slow, torturous lick. Her fingers tightened around his base, stroking just twice—swift, teasing pumps—before stilling again. Jim’s thighs trembled, his breath coming in sharp bursts as she watched his cock pulse angrily, the veins standing out against flushed skin.

Anne released his shaft with a filthy smirk, her fingers trailing up to cup the heavy swell of her breasts. "You want these, don't you?" she purred, squeezing her soft flesh together until her nipples jutted obscenely against the red lace of her bra. Jim's cock twitched violently against his stomach, a fresh bead of precum spilling over the flushed head as she leaned forward—her cleavage swallowing the throbbing length in one slow, slick slide.

The heat of her skin was maddening, her pillowy tits molding around his shaft as she rolled her shoulders in tight, rhythmic circles.

Anne’s tits tightened around Jim’s cock as she quickened her pace, the slick friction of her soft flesh dragging against his throbbing shaft in rapid, filthy strokes. His hips bucked helplessly against the restraints, the cock ring forcing his swollen balls to tighten unbearably as precum gushed in thick ropes across her cleavage.

“Oh fuck—Anne, I’m gonna cum!” Jim’s voice cracked, his thighs trembling violently as his cock pulsed between her breasts, the purple head glistening with a fresh flood of precum.

Anne’s lips curled into a wicked grin as Jim’s cock convulsed violently as she pulled his cock from between her slick breasts, the swollen head pulsing like a live wire. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, squeezing her tits as she watched and encouraging him to cum. As the first thick rope of cum erupted—a hot, pearlescent streak shooting through the air splattering across her huge tits with a wet slap.

Jim’s entire body seized, his thighs trembling as his cock jerked back and forth like a piston—another viscous shot arcing through the air to land in a glistening stripe above her nipples.

Anne’s tongue flicked out the moment Jim’s cock pulsed again—a hot, wet stripe licking up the thick vein throbbing along the underside of his swollen head. The salt of his precum flooded her tongue as she traced the hypersensitive ridge beneath his crown, slit to suck lightly just as another thick rope of cum erupted against her chin.

Jim’s groan tore through the room, his hips jerking against the cuffs as Anne worked her tongue in slow, filthy circles beneath his frenulum—each flick coaxing another shuddering spurt from his trapped cock.

Jim’s cock kept jerking as released the last drops of his huge load of cum as Anne watched. As Jim started to recover from his explosive orgasm he heard Anne says “ wow baby that was awesome but we’re not done yet”