Starting the New Year with a Bang (A/L)

(A) – This story contains anal play. 

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

I was daydreaming at work again today—daydreaming of your cock, your soft moans when I lick it, suck it, and caress it. Your body, your skin, and your scent are heavy on my mind today.
I was being so naughty thinking of this stuff while working. It’s my little secret. No one knows what I’m really thinking as long as I keep working.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m stuck working an evening shift. Luckily, I get done in time to ring in the new year with you.

And I know exactly how I intend to do it.

I’ll tell you, just promise me you’ll make it come true tonight.

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We didn’t wait long at all. Moments after I got home, we were naked in bed, playing out the scene exactly as I’d dreamed it—exactly as I’d told you.

I know your sex drive is always high. I know your cock needs attention. And I know I’ve been busy lately. But oh how much sweeter it was tonight when we finally touch in that special way after too long apart.

My hands stroke you with lube until you’re deliciously hard in my hands. I hear your soft moans of pleasure as I lick the shaft all the way to the tip before putting your cock in my mouth and sucking on its aching head. Just as I daydreamed, I give your cock what it needs.

I suck on your shaft while softly grinding on your leg. You feel the warmth of my pussy on your leg as I straddle it, and feel the need of my body grow as I moan with you in my mouth.

I daydreamed about tasting the subtle salt of your precum as I caress your shaft and head with my tongue, exploring the shape of your solid cock. Now in the moment, I can’t hold back my excitement. I suck on it up and down with increasing speed until you’re too big for my mouth. You always swell bigger than I think when you’re about to cum. Your size forces me to slow down and change techniques, stroking you while sucking the tip. That’s alright with me. Oh how I love to see that impatient look on your face when I slow down.

I lick your shaft again, softer and slower this time, and then tease its needy, swollen head, licking it lightly, giggling with delight, and flicking my tongue on the sweet spot where the head meets your shaft, the frenulum. I bet that feels so tantalizing after being pulled so close to the edge.

As I daydreamed, I wondered how fast you’d pull me on top of you to fuck my increasingly wet pussy. I figured it would be pretty quick if I teased you like that.

As I predicted, you pull me on top of you almost immediately, unable to wait any longer for what you want.

We make out and fuck until I’m about to explode, but just then you slow down, giving me a taste of my own medicine as you fuck me gently with just the tip, holding my waist in place. I desperately try to wiggle my hips and increase the sensation, but you expertly move away in time with me to avoid giving me what I want.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” you tease.

I groan in response, wishing nothing more than your full length inside of me. But I come to realize that I’m not going to get out of this one.

You grin mischievously. “You’re not cumming for a long time baby girl. We have all night.”

You flip me over on my back and pin my legs back as you continue to tease my aching hole, gently fucking it with the tip of your penis, taking great joy in watching my sanity dissolve. My vagina leaks desperately, and I am forced to endure your onslaught of constant, gentle stimulation, which is never enough to fulfill my desire.

Just as I feel I’m finally getting used to the agony, finally accepting the torture of your teasing, you thrust deep into me, giving me a taste of what I’ve really been missing. I moan in satisfaction, my pussy lighting up with absolute perfect pleasure for four or five strong thrusts before you rip the stimulation away from me again leaving my aching hole desperate for your cock again.

Knowingly, you pin down my arms at the last strong thrust and watch me writhe desperately and pointlessly underneath you, hips wiggling and thrusting in a desperate attempt to fuck your cock more.

“No!!” I groan.

I whimper. I plead. I beg for you to fuck me again. My pussy continues burning with need, and I feel like my mind is slipping out between my legs, showing my wet desperation on my thighs and over my entire crotch. The humiliation is clear on my face. I’m helpless. There is nothing I can do to tip myself over the edge into the orgasm I know was just one or two strong thrusts away.

“Please!!” I cry, tears welling up in my eyes. You insert the tip of your penis into me again, gently fucking my wanting hole with just an infuriatingly small part of your rock hard cock. You open my pussy, but refuse to fill it all the way, only teasing it more, coaxing even more of my juices onto the wet patch on the bed. You’re sending my brain into error mode as I ride the edge of insanity. My pussy cries for attention. The burning increases.

I don’t know how long you were teasing me for, but it felt like an eternity to me. You repeat the same procedure at least a couple more times, though it could have been more. You thrust hard four or five times, then rip it away to fuck me gently and tease my pulsating, leaking hole. You tease until I stop fighting, and then giving me a taste of what I’ve been missing again. Over and over. How long will it be before you decide I’m enough of a whimpering, needy, crying mess and you take pity on me?

My pussy is flushed red, my inner lips flared out, plastered to my outer lips with my own fluid, and my clit is hard and round, begging for touch. Frustrated seems like an understatement in this state as my body does everything in its power to push itself over the edge. It’s all in vain.

You instruct me to get on all fours.

Desperate to cum, I immediately and obediently do so, arching my back giving you full access to my needy holes. You smear lube onto my back entrance, ignoring my pussy. That was unexpected, but I don’t care how I achieve orgasm anymore, I just need it any way I can get it. All I can think of is that if you fuck my ass hard enough, I’ll still have the orgasm I desperately want. I’m so desperately horny that even my anus feels good to be touched and wants your cock thrusting into it.

“Please fuck my ass!” I beg “I’ll be good! I just want to cum!”

“No. I’m sorry. I won’t fuck your ass,” you say.

I almost cry . . .

. . . until you push an anal plug in. I moan loudly as it nestles the undercarriage of my vagina.

Then you press a vibrator into my shaking hand. “Put this on your clit, good girl. I’m about to show you what all this teasing can do. But, don’t start until I am inside of you. I know how close you are to the edge, and I don’t want to waste all of this time and effort.”

I switch the vibe on and hold my breath as you once again penetrate me, before holding it against my swollen bead, immediately moaning loudly at the electrifying buzz lighting up my nervous system, which is your cue to start thrusting into me hard. The stimulation immediately overtakes me and I cum harder than ever before. The orgasm flares through my ass, vagina, and clit all at the same time.

The moans and noises I make . . . I don’t think I have ever made these sounds before.

Tears of joy stream down my face as I ride the highest wave of pleasure my body has ever experienced. Over and over again, sonic waves of pleasure course through my entire body. I am overcome with complete bliss as I violently shake harder than ever before from the sheer onslaught of chemicals coursing through my veins.

I cum a second time on you while you pump your seed into me, a secondary explosion of pure pleasure, taking me further into bliss than I have ever travelled. I involuntarily squirt massive amounts of cum all over my hand and vibrator, soaking the sheets underneath, before you slide out of me and collapse next to me on the bed.

I am a shaking mess in the aftermath. My body is unable to hold itself up, trembling weakly for minutes afterwards as I struggle to catch my breath.

“Happy new year, baby,” you tell me.

Still riding the high of the biggest release of my life, I see through pleasured-blurred vision as you show me the clock on your phone: 12:01am.

We share a kiss before I pass out in exhaustion.

The last imagine in my mind is those hazy numbers—the perfect image to remember. They’ll never let me forget how this year started.