She was a wet dream, and she knew it. Every time she came over to our place to babysit, she was wearing clothes that managed to accentuate every luscious inch of her sexy, young body, without looking like she was trying. In bed at night, I’d jacked off more than once thinking about what I could do with her while my wife slept on beside me.
“Don’t worry, everything will be fine. Buckshot and I are pals,” Tanya cooed, scratching the dog’s ears as the wife and I headed out the door.
“Did you take care of everything? Let the neighbors know where we’ll be, and leave the contact information for Tanya in case she needs to reach us?” the wife whispered as we walked out the door.
“I’ve taken care of everything, dear, don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” I said as our cab pulled up in front of our house.
But as it turns out, there was one thing I had forgotten
*
When we got home ten days later, the wife was absolutely exhausted and I was kind of beat myself. The trip back had been the plane ride from hell. There was one delay after another, missed connections, lost luggage and host of other little indignities that all added up to one big pain in the ass. Tanya was sitting on the couch with Buckshot in her lap, scratching his ears and watching a football game. That dog looked happier than I think I’ve ever seen him before. The wife excused herself to go upstairs and take a shower as Tanya rose to greet us.
“Did you two get along okay?” I asked.
“Oh, sure, everything was just fine,” Tanya said. “Buckshot’s a sweetheart, and I let him sleep in the bed with me. I hope you don’t mind.”
I certainly didn’t.
Lucky bastard.
Tanya excused herself to go get her bags, and I sat down on the couch next to Buckshot. I had turned my attention to the football game when I heard Tanya ask me to come in to the guest room for a second.
When I entered the room, I saw her standing in front of the closet, the chest the wife and I kept our sex toys in open at her feet.
A few years ago, I’d bought the wife a strap-on, hoping that I could talk her into pegging my ass as least once. But it didn’t work out that way. She’d tried it once, half-heartedly, and then the black, latex cock ended up locked away in the chest along with a bottle of lube, some nipple clamps that we’d also experimented with, and a few cockrings that my wife actually liked to break out every now and then when we had our bi-weekly sex sessions.
Until now.
Tanya reached down to pick up the latex prick and held it up, dangling it obscenely close to her sexy, little mouth.
“I found this a couple of days ago when I was looking for Buckshot’s leash,” she said, rubbing the big, black cock lasciviously between her amazing tits as her sweater rode up above her pierced navel. I couldn’t be sure, but I swear her nipples were starting to get hard, pushing through the fabric of her bra and sweater as she looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction.
I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t say a word.
“Looks like you and the wife are a lot kinkier than I thought,” Tanya said, “or maybe not. This doesn’t look like it’s been used much at all. Maybe never.”
“Well, I … ah …”
“Shut up,” Tanya said, “and close the door. Now.”
I did as she asked and turned to face her.
“You want this cock?” she teased. “You want me to fuck you up the ass with this? You want to be my bitch?”
My cock was instantly erect. The answer to her question was obvious: fuck yeah. I wanted to be her bitch.
“Take your clothes off,” she whispered, leaning in to my ear, “and get on your knees.” I could smell the sweet scent of her freshly washed hair. “Your gonna suck this fat dick first, you little whore. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy before I fuck your ass.”
I stripped and got on my knees, as she demanded, my fully erect cock bobbing up and down as I hit the floor.