Happy Anniversary

It's our anniversary. It's a very special affair to celebrate a long lasting relationship and we desire to carry out such a memorable event in style. You've chosen to wear your formal plaids and I am accompanying you in attire that is suitable and looks becoming when I am situated in my place in front and just to the right of you, your hand caressing my lower back as we enter the building.

Numerous voices call your name and you are greeted warmly by still others. As we move through the throng, I nod and smile, nervous, not knowing anyone other than you. Dining begins and the lively conversation takes hold as everyone enjoys the meal. Someone catches my ear when she says, "Well, what have you waited this long for? Just do it!" Before I can turn to see what is being spoken of, your hand has grasped the hair at the nape of my neck and your lips push against mine, taking me in a kiss that says I am not in control and would be stupid to think otherwise.

When our lips finally part, I am breathless and stunned by the suddenness of the kiss. Your lips whisper beside my ear, "Cum for me, little one." Helpless to do anything but respond, my orgasm starts. I am able to hold it back and keep quiet. This does not last long as you push me further, your hand trailing up the inside of my thigh. 

"That's right. Louder. I want everyone to hear you cum for me," you say as your hand trails ever further up, finding the soft folds of my cunt lips, slick with my arousal. My moans and whimpers strengthen in volume as your hand moves its way inside my pussy, working magic with your fingers. The room is forgotten as my mind fills with your scent, your touch inside me and your voice in my ears. 

You slowly remove your fingers and bring them to my lips, waiting for me to take them in, to taste my own juices and to clean with my tongue while doing so. You then stand, taking me by the hand and lead me to a sitting area just off the side of the dining hall. This area is darker than the dining hall, with shadows flitting here and there, making figures dance along the walls. You seat me on a chaise lounge, leaning me back softly.

Moving to stand over me, you lift up your kilt, showing me your cock, before you bring it to my lips, to be taken in all the way, my lips and tongue working their way up and down the length of you, feeling you grow harder even as I moan around you, my desire ever increasing. Behind you, I feel hands on my thighs, spreading my legs, lifting my skirt, fingers at my pussy, confirming my desire before feeling another cock plunging itself into me, thrusting hard and fast from the very beginning.

Not knowing who he is, all I can do is to continue worshiping your cock while he feels me with his, moving fast, hard, and deeply, causing me to clench my muscles around him as another orgasm shakes through me. Your cock continues fucking my face while he continues fucking my cunt, his cock growing larger as he gets closer to his own orgasm before finally he comes, the sounds causing me to orgasm again, moaning and thrashing under you, unable to control myself.

You move, taking your cock out of my mouth, only for another cock to take its place. I begin licking and sucking anew, finding my way around every vein and curve, looking for that sweet spot that will make his toes curl. That is, at least until another cock enters my dripping cunt, this time slowly, as if to take in the feeling of each inch, torturing me in the process, my hips trembling in desire, before pounding in deeply and holding there as my muscles clench around him, trying to egg him on, make him start again. My hips unconsciously move even as my lips and tongue continue moving along the cock in my mouth.

Suddenly, both cocks begin thrusting at the same time and the movements send me over the edge yet again. Both cocks still thrusting, as my orgasm trails into another and another, unable to stop until both men cum, their growls and moans echoing down along the hall until they disappear unto the ether.

Their release completed, they retire back to their previous positions. I am not alone for long when you come back and advise me it would be best if I got up onto my hands and knees. Knowing my place, I do as I'm told without another word. Once in position, I feel your hands lifting up my skirt, spreading my ass cheeks and then a finger enters my ass. First one finger, then two, covered in soft, slick, lubrication. Once you feel I've been opened up enough, you position yourself behind me, your cock slowly sliding in until you're buried deeply inside, as far as you can go.

You start moving slowly, gaining speed until the sound of your balls slapping against me can be heard as you fuck my ass fast and hard. My hand has wound its way to my pussy, moving to and fro across my clit until I burst into orgasm again. Your hand begins my ass, spurring my orgasm further with each swat until I am shuddering under you with no further prompting necessary as you take your pleasure from me, ever increasing in intensity until you feel I have been used enough. Your pleasure takes over and cum, feeling my orgasm wash through me again, causing my muscles to spasm around you once more, milking you for every last drop.

Our time in this place has closed to a draw and so we stand, me wobbling as I do so, and we straighten our garments as best we can, before taking our leave and making our way back home. Once home, the bed beckons us with its sweet embrace and before falling into the dreamless sleep of the thoroughly used and satiated, I whisper, "I love you. Thank you for such a wonderful evening."

"You're mine now and always. I love you. Happy anniversary, my sweet little slut."