The View From My Knees

This is a fantasy I wrote after getting a new toy. I hope you enjoy this fantasy as much as I enjoyed my new toy.

Are you ready for the fuck of your life?

That’s the last text message he sends to me.

Yes!!! I reply. He’s on his way.

I can barely stand the anticipation. What does he have in store for me tonight? Where are we going? How could our sex – already mind-blowing – get any better?

I quickly finish getting ready and give myself one last inspection in the full-length mirror: hair brushed out and lightly curled at the ends, just a smidge of makeup to smooth out my pale complexion, a spritz of my favorite “lickable” perfume. My black, silky button-down shirt, one I’ve never worn for him before, is hugging my curves and showing just the right amount of cleavage with those top two buttons left unfastened. A black miniskirt, his favorite, barely covers my pantyless ass and freshly trimmed landing strip. Playful thigh-high socks and my favorite pair of Converse shoes put the finishing touch on the outfit. Everything is in place.

I hurry downstairs, and he pulls up to the curb outside just as I reach the door to the lobby of my apartment building. “Hey handsome,” I purr as I climb into the passenger seat of the car.

“Hey,” he replies with that adorable smile that I’ve grown to love so much.

“So, where are you taking me?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” is his coy reply.

Soon, to my delight, we arrive in front of my favorite sex boutique. “Ooh, I like where this is going,” I squeal.

We walk inside, and I am greeted by the familiar pink walls, shelves lined with erotic books and a vast assortment of condoms, and display tables decorated with high-end sex toys. He puts his arms around me from behind and presses his strong chest into my back. “You can have anything you want,” he whispers into my ear, “as long as it’s from that table.” He points to the table near the back of the store that is filled with plugs, beads, and other toys designed for anal stimulation.

“Oh, you bad boy!” I tease before rushing to the table to pick out my new toy. There are many wild and exciting toys on this table, but for my first experience, I decide to go low-key. After some deliberation, I choose a small, purple butt plug and hand it to him. On our way to the register, I also grab a small bottle of lubricant that is designed specifically for anal play. “Mmm…my first anal toy. I can’t wait to get back to your place to try it out,” I say excitedly as he finishes paying, slipping the small bag into my purse.

“You’ll have to wait a little bit. We’re going to have dinner first.”

“You’re just doing this to torture me, aren’t you?” I pout, playfully.

He smiles in reply.

Next, we arrive at my favorite restaurant, where we’re led to a cozy booth that is closed off by a curtain. One of the things I love about this restaurant is the privacy that each intimate booth offers. After our waitress has delivered our cocktails and taken our dinner order, she closes the curtain to our booth, and we are virtually alone. We snuggle up next to each other, and I plant soft kisses up his neck. “God, I want you so bad,” I whisper as my lips reach his ear.

He responds by placing his hand on my thigh and softly running it up my leg, under my skirt. He smiles when his fingers reach my uncovered patch of hair. He pushes my legs open a little bit and runs his fingers up and down my clit, then to the opening of my vagina. “I can tell,” he says finally, rubbing together his wet fingertips.

I have a hard time enjoying my meal. All I can think about is my new toy and the pleasure that lies in store for me later that night. Shortly after the dishes have been cleared, I get an idea. I excuse myself to the bathroom and return just in time for dessert. As I sit down, his phone vibrates; he’s received a text message. He glances toward his phone but, always a gentleman, decides to ignore it.

“It’s okay,” I tell him, trying to keep my poker face. “You can check it.”

Getting the idea that this may not be just any random text from a friend, he flips open his phone and reads the message. His eyes widen, and he smiles brightly.

“When did you take this?” he asks, as he studies the picture on his small screen in awe. He can’t take his eyes off of the image of the curves of my bare ass and the site of small purple toy plunged between my cheeks.

“Just a minute ago, in the bathroom.” I giggle. Then, after a pause: “I’m still wearing it.”

His eyebrows raise and I think I hear his breathing grow faster for just a moment before he regains his composure. “That was pretty naughty of you to play with your new toy before I said you could.”

I giggle, but his tone is serious.

“Stand up and bend over the table.”

I’m taken aback. Had I heard him right? “What?”

“Stand up. Bend over the table. I’m going to spank you.” He looks me right in the eyes as he gives the order, and his face shows no signs that this is a joke.

“But-” I stammer, “the waitress will come back at any moment with our check!”

He says nothing in response, just looks into my eyes intently. I suddenly realize what a turn on this is. He’s never taken this dominating tone with me before and, aside from a few playful ass slaps during sex, we’ve never engaged in punishment. Nervously, I stand up and lean over the table so that my ass is jutting out. He lifts up my skirt, exposing my bare cheeks, my new toy still wedged between them. He rubs my right cheek gently with his palm for a moment before winding up and bringing it back down with a loud WHAP! I gasp. It hurt. But, more than that, it turned me on. He repeats this two more times – WHAP! WHAP! – rubbing the area gently after each slap.

“Okay, you can sit down now.”

I pull down my skirt and sink back into my seat. Only a moment later, our waitress pulls open our curtain and delivers our bill with a smile. Had she heard us? I don’t know, but the thought of it both embarrasses and excites me. When I look over at him, he’s smiling. I can’t help but giggle.

The ten minute drive to his apartment feels like an eternity. Every time I shift in my seat, I can feel the toy move slightly, and it’s driving me wild. Once in his apartment, I go directly to his bed and strip off my clothes. He turns on some music and stands next to the bed, fully clothed, watching me. Sitting up on my knees at the edge of the bed, I pull him closer and begin to take off his clothes. I pull off his shirt, then kiss his chest all over while my hands go to work on his belt and zipper. His pants drop to reveal a gloriously erect cock – I love it when he doesn’t wear underwear. My mouth goes to work on his erection for a few minutes before he says, “turn around and kneel on all fours. I want you to wave that beautiful ass with its new toy at me.”

Obediently, I turn around, prop myself on my elbows and knees, and wiggle my ass at him. He uses his right hand to caress my hips, my ass cheeks, my pussy – so softly it almost tickles. With his other hand, he slowly strokes his cock. His right hand moves back up along my back, then my neck, until it reaches my head. He gently forces my head down to the mattress, making my ass automatically raise higher by contrast. Next, he grabs my hips with both hands and laps at my pussy from behind me. I moan. One hand leaves my hips and travels across my ass, stopping at the base of the toy. As his tongue works my pussy, his hand gently slides the plug in and out of my ass.

“Oh god, yes,” I cry out.

He synchronizes the lapping of his tongue with the in and out motion of the toy, getting faster and faster. I whimper and moan and, just when I am on the verge of coming, he stops. After catching my breath, I look behind me just in time to see his condom-covered cock coming toward my dripping wet cunt. He grabs my hips as he presses the tip through my eager opening, and then he begins pumping in and out.

“Oh yesssss,” I hiss, breathlessly.

Once he’s reached his rhythm in my pussy, his hand begins to work the plug in and out again.

“Oh fuck yes, baby,” I moan.

“Do you like that baby?” He asks me.

“Oh god yes,” I pant in reply.

“You’re my little Butt Slut, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm.” I can’t even form words any more.

“Do you want me to take out that little toy and put my big cock in your ass?”

I squeal and somehow manage to say yes.

“Tell me you want my cock in your ass!” he demands.

I’m overwhelmed. Between heavy breaths, I grunt my desire. “Yes baby…put that…big…cock…in my ass.”

Without another word, he pulls out the toy, squeezes lube onto my awaiting asshole, and gently slides his cock in. He works me gently at first, and then gets a steady rhythm going. In and out, in and out. I’m moaning, grunting, and groaning. I’m in a state of pure ecstasy.

“God, your ass feels so good, baby.” He moans. “Do you want me to come in your tight little ass, you Butt Slut?”

“Oh yes, baby, yes!”

I bring a hand between my legs and work my clit while his cock pumps in and out of my ass. Just as I can feel my orgasm approaching, his cock begins to convulse inside of me. The pulsating of his oozing cock pushes me over the edge and I moan loudly as my pleasure overtakes me completely.

When it’s over, we both fall onto the bed, exhausted. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.