The start of the follow up series to "Becoming Charlotte".
So far the department Christmas night out has been fantastic, the meal at the restaurant full of festive fun and hijinks. All the younger women look drop dead gorgeous in our “Miss Santa” outfits, some more conservative than others but all of us getting admiring looks and many compliments, there are a few unwanted advances throughout the evening but we wave those off, having too much fun to really care. Most of the men are in suits except for a few who have joined in with us ‘Lady Santas’, Roy being one of them. The older ladies (45+) wearing normal but festive themed dresses.
One of the delivery drivers suddenly disappears, coming back 20 minutes later dressed as Santa and handing out the ‘Secret Santa’ presents from his sack. Opening mine, I find two pairs of very real, pink fur covered handcuffs (with keys of course) and a new bright pink vibrator (with batteries), some gasping, others laughing when I hold them up.
“Roy, you bastard!” I giggle, giving him a playful punch on the arm as he’s sat next to me.
“How did you know it was me?” He squeaks.
“Only a gay guy would have the balls to buy a female friend ‘cuffs and a ‘buzzing buddy’!” I laugh, giving him a cheeky kiss on the cheek.
“Well, maybe you can find yourself a fella to use them on you now.” He quips, the smirk disappearing when he realises I’ve cuffed our wrists together, making the entire group laugh.
I guess its time for the usual introduction, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short and you may have read my previous series of stories detailing the events of the first almost 6 years of my new life after I was forced to swap genders by being accidentally injected with an experimental serum that made it impossible for me to turn back into my former self. I won’t go into it much but there will be mentions of my old life (Leon) so, if you haven’t already, I’d recommend reading that to get up to speed.
Back to my story...
Leaving our presents with one of the older colleagues who’s not joining us at a local nightclub (they’ll bring them into work on Monday) the youngsters head to the club at the end of our pub crawl, rather tipsily spending the rest of the night shaking our asses on the dance floor, some of us (I wonder who... *ahem*) rather dirtily so with some of the hunkier male patrons, grinding my... I mean our asses against their groin as they get very familiar with our ample chests, sometimes straying to more ‘personal’ areas under our skirts.
Finishing off the last quarter of the pitcher of Margarita that Roy, Amy, Becks and I are sharing (they’ve given up, drunk enough), with one of the newer lads being shocked by my ability to stand afterwards and Roy slurring that he’d be surprised by how much I can sink (I have a crazy high metabolism for those who don’t know, but even I have my limits), I decide on one more drink before we head home, a decision that was to prove both poor and prosperous, winding my way to the bar I find a huge queue and decide to go to the much quieter ‘Chill out’ bar at the back of the club instead.
I stand, slightly swaying, behind a huge guy (think ‘Jaws’ in James Bond and you wouldn’t be far off) in a nice looking blue suit with an intoxicating, alluring aftershave that makes me a little wet, giggling to myself internally at how a simple scent could get me so horny. All this is snapped away, rather sharply, by my hat being yanked from my head, the clips keeping it in place taking several strands of my hair with them and making me yelp loud enough to be heard over the low music. I turn around, clutching one of the more sore areas on my scalp to see a scummy guy holding my hat in one hand and a clump of my hair in the other, laughing voraciously with his friend before turning towards me.
“Awww! Does the little lady want her hat back?” He slurs, waving it back and forth towards me. “Come get it, Princess.”
He teases me with it, pulling it out of reach as I try to grab it, both of them laughing hard at my frustration, the spectacle gaining the attention of other patrons and, thankfully, the bar’s bouncer, who starts to make his way over through the crowd. “Give us a kiss and you can have it.” He swings it close to my face, jerking it back as I swipe at it and a large hand smacks around his wrist, making him yell and look at it’s owner.
“Give the lady her hat back.” The nice smelling man in the blue suit (my mind barely registering it’s Armani) growls, a hint of Italian in both his voice and his features. “Now!” The scumbag drops it simply and blue suit catches it, offering it to me. I take it gratefully, holding it in my hand along with my purse, eyeing my rescuer rather admiringly.
“Jimmy! I’ve told you before about pestering the ladies!” The bouncer says, taking him by the collar as blue suit man releases him. “Right, out! You too Harry!” Grabbing the second guy in a similar fashion. “Sorry Miss.” He says as he leads them away.
“No problem.” I respond, rubbing a particularly sore spot on my scalp, sighing.
“Here, let me have a look.” Blue suit says gently and I move my hand whilst he looks. “It’s not bad, just a few strands, no-one would notice.” He says reassuringly. “I’m Rick, by the way, Rick Ajello.” Holding out his hand.
“Charlotte Deacon.” I say back taking his hand in mine, he lifts it and plants a small kiss on it, a spark and a shiver travel through my body.
“Are you ok?” Rick asks, still holding my hand gently.
“Thanks to you,” I smile sweetly, blushing as much in embarrassment as the desire building within me. He’s really handsome, his face as chiselled as his body but softly, his hand over twice the size of mine and his aftershave drawing me in.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He says, my heart jumping with joy that he may be interested in me.
“I would love that, but...” I sigh. “I just want to go home now.”
“I understand. Another time?”
“Sure.” I write down my number, giving it to him. “Call me.”
“I certainly will.” He takes it before kissing my hand again. I can’t help looking back at him as I walk back to my friends, telling them what happened and that I’m going home.
We leave together, Roy bundling the others into a nearby taxi that he flags down en route to the rank as they all live close to each other in the opposite direction to me, I reassure him I’ll be fine, the main taxi rank being 500 yards away. As I pass a doorway my blood chills as I hear a familiar voice, the scumbag from the club.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Princess!” He drawls, my heart starting to hammer in my chest as there’s no-one else around but his friend. “No-one to save you this time!” He throws his bottle of beer (probably smuggled out of the club) at the floor, it smashes loudly making me jump.
Trembling, I start to walk as quickly as possible towards the safety of the rank, trying to ignore their cat calls and threats as I hear them following, my fear rising and I let out a whimper. Quickening my pace I practically run towards the taxis, their footfall growing louder behind me as they close the distance, now loudly sharing all the disgusting things they’re going to do to me. I stumble, hitting the pavement hard and scraping my knee, a large hole in my tights that start to turn red as they soak up the blood.
The men grab me, hauling me to my feet and dragging me to a nearby wall, pinning my arms against it as I quiver and shake with fear. I hear the flick of a switchblade knife, closing my tearful eyes as scumbag pushes it to my neck. “We just want a little fun, bitch!” He snarls, lifting my skirt with his other hand and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, waiting for the sound of my tights being torn open.
Instead I hear the roar of a V8 engine (Leon had a love of classic American cars so it’s a very familiar sound) and the squeal of tyres, a voice yelling and receding footsteps as they run off, I collapse to the floor, sobbing.
“Charlotte?” says a voice I’m so relieved to hear, I feel hands take mine and help me to my feet. I finally draw up the courage to open my eyes.
“Rick!” I gasp, throwing my arms tightly around him, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. “I was so scared!”
“You’re safe now,” he coos soothingly. “let me drive you home.”
“OK, Thank you.” I respond, finally releasing him. He leads me the short distance to his car, my trembling starting to fade as I feel safe in his presence, though I still cling to his arm. “A ’57 Plymouth Belvedere? Nice!” I say in awe, my voice still a little shaky.
“You’re a fan?” He asks, a little taken aback.
“Some girls like bad boys, others pretty clothes and dolls. Me? Give me a classic motor and I’m in seventh heaven.” He opens the passenger door and I slide in, stroking my fingers over the gorgeous leather of the bench seat as he walks around and gets in. I slide up close to him as he starts to drive, giving him directions until he pulls into the drive of my house behind my own car.
“That’s twice you’ve saved me now.” I state matter-of-factly. “There must be something I can do to thank you.”
“It was nothing, honestly,” He smiles nonchalantly. “Besides, we still have to go for a drink yet.”
“First few rounds on me.” I blush. “Though I still think I could do more...” I walk my fingers up his thigh, that damn aftershave and his good looks getting me in a certain mood again.
“Ok, but let’s take it slow.”
“How do you mean?” I ask, my fingers pausing.
“Allow me a few hours of your time, let me take you to dinner tomorrow night instead.”
“Are you asking me on a date?” the residual alcohol fuelling my confusion.
“Yes.” He looks at me, a sweet smile spreading across his handsome face. “May I?”
My cheeks burning as I blush, I smile cutely. “Yes, yes you can take me to dinner.” I kiss him lightly on his cheek.
“Perfect.” He gets out, helping me out of the driver’s side and leading me to my door. “I’ll pick you up at 7.” He says, kissing my hand again. “Until tomorrow, Dear Charlotte.”
I watch him drive away, slipping through the door, locking and leaning against it as the butterflies in my heart slowly fade. I pour myself a glass of wine, heading up to my bedroom and taking a sip, wincing at a stab of pain from my scraped knee. I run a bath, stripping off my outfit until it’s full, slipping beneath the bubbles and letting the hot water work out the kinks in my muscles and wash away the bad part of the night, my thoughts zeroing in on my hero and his wetness inducing looks and aftershave.
“Rick, Rick, Rick...” I breathe with desire, my hand moving swiftly and surely towards my womanhood.
The first thing I do following day is to choose my outfit for tonight, ***********ing a conservative long blue dress that shows just a hint of cleavage, a pair of lacy black panties and black heels, I avoid choosing a bra, wanting him to see my inevitable nipple pokies and, hopefully, enticing him to take things further. Actually that’s a bit of a lie as the real first thing I do is to use my vibrator to get myself off twice thinking about Rick, THEN I choose my outfit and the jewellery to match. Afterwards I book to have my hair done and take my first bath of the day, again my thoughts turn to Rick, the urge to touch myself again too strong to resist and I make myself climax another 3 times, having to force myself to stop so I can actually wash and trim my landing strip (I like to have a little hair down there in winter but not too much) before finally having breakfast and checking in with Mae on the phone.
After my usual visit to Emily’s grave I pop in to see Sally who’s very ready to drop now, only a few weeks from her due date, helping her rearrange the baby’s room for the millionth time as her nesting instinct is in overdrive. Though I still feel a little jealousy and sadness from my own loss, I can’t help but feel happy for her and Josh, finding it sweet that he’s so attentive to her needs and eager to welcome their child to the world.
In the early afternoon, after a light lunch, I decide to kill the remaining time until my appointment at the salon with some more ‘self love’, laying naked on the bed and reaching for a bigger toy, one that’s more realistic.
“Mmmmmmmm! Rick, you hunk!” I stroke it, imagining it’s his cock. “Oh, you want me to suck it? Of course, Darling! Anything to reward my knight in blue Armani!” I slip the toy into my mouth, licking the head and sucking hard, gradually inching it deeper with each thrust until it’s buried in my throat. “Mrrrrph! Urph purph nu grph rphrph!” I say around it’s thick shaft, pulling it out with a pop. “I said ‘Yes, I have no gag reflex’” I giggle, imagining the look on his face when I deepthroat him easily, pushing the toy deep in my throat and holding it repeatedly. “You’d like to fuck me now? Go ahead, I’m absolutely dripping wet for you.”
I put it to my outer lips, rubbing it along my slit teasingly. “Oh you naughty boy!” I giggle. “teasing me so. Oh, you want me to beg for it? Please, Rick. Please fuck me. I want your huge cock so bad! I want you to fuck me, Rick! Fuck me until I scream your name!” I push it inside slowly, arching my back as I feel it force my walls open, moaning pleasurably as it fills my tight hole completely. I hold it still within me. “Give it to me, Rick, give it to me hard!” I plead to my imaginary partner before sliding it almost all the way out and plunging it deep and hard, fucking myself at a fast pace, my sopping pussy squelching and squeezing on it’s hardness, my blissful cries filling the room as I push myself closer to orgasm. Increasing the pace further, I fuck myself brutally, my hand slamming the fake dick into me with each thrust, my body quivering and twitching, my cries becoming screams of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Rick! Rick I’m going to cum! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!” I pound my womanhood mercilessly, the fire burning hotter and hotter, my release mere seconds from exploding within me. “Yes, Rick! Yes you can cum inside me! Do it, Rick! Fill me with you delicious seed!” I stiffen, my climax hitting like a train as I thrust the dildo deep inside, mimicking the movements of a man as he ejaculates, my imagination so strong I swear I can feel his semen filling me, a warm feeling spreading in my womb. I push it in one last time, burying it to the hilt as my own orgasm starts to subside, my body slowly stilling and my breath returning to normal.
Once recovered I run my second bath, soaking leisurely and dreaming of Rick until I need to go to my appointment.
He picks me up at 7pm on the dot that evening, dancing me to his car and telling me how gorgeous I look. I have to admit, he looks stunningly hunky in his dark purple suit and tie, I can’t help feeling a flutter as he opens the car door for me, eagerly getting in himself and driving us to a very fancy restaurant on the outskirts of the city centre. We link arms and he leads me inside where a waiter takes us to a nice table in a quiet corner.
We eat, drink, flirt and chat our way through the three courses, finally finishing on coffee and mints.
“So then,” He says casually leaning back in his chair. “What’s your dream vintage car?”
“Oh that’s easy,” I grin over my China cup, the edge slightly marked with my lipstick. “Have you ever read the Stephen King book or seen the John Carpenter film ‘Christine’?”
“That’s the one with the red ’59 Savoy that kills people isn’t it?”
“She’s a customized ’58 Fury, Autumn Red body with a Snow White roof, the trim Chrome rather than the usual Gold that was fitted as standard. In fact they only used to offer the ’58 Fury in Cream and White...” I notice the slight smirk on his face. “You were playing me, weren’t you?” I say with a wiggle of my finger.
“You certainly know your stuff.” He grins. “Why that particular car?”
“I first saw her when I was 8, I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water and dad was watching it on TV, the bit where she plays Thurston Harris’ “Little Bitty Pretty One” before chasing and killing Moochie Welch, I just saw her and that was it. I might own one some day.”
“Too expensive?”
“Too hard to find one for sale, people tend to hang on to them now.”
“So you’re a lady of means then?”
“Yes, I have my own money. Quite a bit.”
He goes to speak, noticing the Waiter approaching quickly, he whispers something into Rick’s ear.
“I’ll be in at 10am, come see me then.” He says. “Bring me the bill, please.” The Waiter nods and walks away.
“Wait, do you work here?” I ask looking him straight in the eye.
“Yes, I’m in charge of the kitchen and waiting staff.” He replies, straight-faced. “My family owns this restaurant.”
“Great,” I think to myself. “a cheap date. Probably means he’ll eat for free and I’ll be paying for my own food.”
“Is everything ok?” he asks, noticing the look of disappointment on my face. I see the waiter approaching with the bill and reach for my purse. “What are you doing?”
“Someone has to pay for my food,” I say coldly. “These people have worked their asses off for it.”
“Exactly.” He states, looking at the bill. When he puts it down I snatch it, looking at the total. It’s £240. I drop it on the table, opening my purse and reaching for my money, then I notice him counting notes from his wallet. He puts down £300... and I look at him flabbergasted. “I always leave a large tip.” He says.
“So you still have to pay?” I ask, a little bemused.
“Of course, we used valuable goods and services. They deserve reimbursement.”
My faith restored, my heart warms to him again. “May I contribute to the tip?” I ask, smiling at him.
“Of course, if you so wish.”
I put down £60, matching his own tip. “Like you said, they deserve it.” I blush at his appreciative smile.
“I think my parents are going to like you,” he grins. “Especially Mama.”
I hang on his arm as he drives me home, my head rested on his shoulder and gazing at him, a serene smile on my face as he expertly manoeuvres through the traffic one handed, the Belvedere having the TorqueFlite 3 speed automatic gear box meaning he doesn’t have to worry about changing gears. Outside my door we kiss, not a peck on the cheek or a light touching of lips but a full on, deep wanting kiss, his arms around my waist, his hands on my lower back pulling me close, my left under his and up his shoulders, the fingers of my right hand tangled in the short brown hair at the back of his head, my heart hammering in my chest with excitement and desire so hard I’m sure he can feel it. When we finally break the kiss I glance at my watch, we’ve been kissing for a full 30 minutes.
“I should go in,” I sigh, gazing into his eyes, not wanting the moment to end. “I have to be in work really early.”
“Can I see you again?” He asks with a (completely unneeded) hopeful tone in his voice.
“Well, we do still need to go for that drink,” I smile mischievously. “I’m free on Wednesday.”
“As am I,” He grins broadly, his smile making a legion of butterflies flutter in my chest. “Lunchtime?”
“Perfect, I know just the place.” I purr, kissing him deeply again before finally letting go and opening my door. I stand and watch as he pulls off the drive, blowing him a kiss as he drives away, slipping into the house and leaning against the door, a silly but ecstatic smile on my face, I feel a familiar tingle.
“I’m going to need more batteries...” I think to myself before heading upstairs to bed.
On Wednesday he drives us out to the countryside, following my directions as I cuddle up to him, his right arm over my shoulders, headed to a quaint little pub that Leon had visited quite regularly with Steve when they used to just drive around and find a pub somewhere for a drink in their 20s. The place hasn’t changed at all, smoke curling from the chimney (they have log fires) as we slowly walk in, arms tightly around each other’s waists, as much from affection as to keep warm from the cold outside.
I buy us our drinks, heading for a secluded corner at the back, chatting but mostly kissing, having to move his hand from my thigh as it travels towards the junction between my legs as it’s my time of the month, so he has to settle for caressing my breast instead. My hand firmly rubbing the long bulge in his trousers. Once back at mine a few hours later, we lay on the sofa with him above me, kissing and caressing each other, my legs around his waist as he grinds his bulge against my crotch, inwardly I’m cursing my period as I’m dying for him to fuck me.
We have to stop when the phone rings, I hand it over when a woman’s voice asks for him, watching the unhappy look wash over his face as he listens.
“Si, Mama.” He says, handing back the phone. “I have to go, one of the cooks has cut himself badly and they need me to fill in.” He sighs, pulling me in for a deep kiss. “Call you later?”
I nod, leading him to the door and leaning on it’s frame as I watch him drive away. I have to admit it, I’ve fallen for him, hard.
“I’ve got to tell him, Sal, he deserves to know the truth.” I say matter-of-factly into the phone, not nastily though. “I think... I think he’s the one.”
“Wow, you’ve really got it bad for him, haven’t you?” Her voice slightly crackling through the speaker. “How do you think he’ll take it?”
“I don’t know, it’s not like it’s something small.” I sigh. “I just hope he doesn’t completely lose it. Though...” I think back to my encounter by Emily’s grave, “You think you lost him but he’s the one” the mysterious little girl had said...
“What?” Sally’s voice snapping me back to reality. “though what?”
“Nothing.” I say solemnly.
He calls an hour later, sounding frustrated. “I’m sorry, Darling,” He sighs. “I won’t be able to see you until Sunday.”
“Ok,” I huff, not only because I want to spend time with him, but the risk of chickening out on telling him the truth about myself. If it was to go wrong, I’d rather it was before I became too invested in the relationship. “lets have a picnic, in the park down the road.”
“Absolutely,” I can hear the joy in his voice. “Some wine, a few nibbles, maybe even some food.”
“And what ‘nibbles’ are you talking about?” I catch his joke.
“That would be telling...”
The day is quite mild for the time of year, Rick and I sharing kisses in between sips of wine and bites of food, I make the most of it before making my revelation.
“Rick, I have something to tell you,” I kneel in front of him, taking his hands in mine, well as best I can. “please hear me out, I have a lot to get off my chest and I promise to answer any question you ask and accept whatever you decide to do afterwards, ok?” He nods with a look of concern. I take a deep breath. “I used to be a man...”
I tell him everything, my previous life, my forced transformation, my rapes, my trauma, all about Mae, Andy, Phil and Emily, everything up to this very point. He does ask a few questions, nodding as he takes it all in. When I’m done I wait for him to speak.
“This is a lot to think about...” He says thoughtfully, surprising me by kissing both my hands. “may I have some time to process it?”
“Of course, take as long as you need. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, I know I should have.”
“It’s fine, I should imagine its not something that’s easy to tell people.”
“Most don’t know, the institute thought it would be better that way.”
“I’m glad to be part of the privileged few,” He stands, looking at me. “I’ll call you.” As he walks away my heart sinks.
A week later I haven’t heard from him, now truly depressed and convinced I’ve blown it, I phone and share my woes with Sally.
“Yeah, I think its over, Sal.” I say, almost on the verge of tears. “Radio silence all week.”
“Oh Charley, I’m sorry. You did the right thing though. OOF!” The last part coming through the speaker sharply. “Sorry, junior just decided to give my bladder a good kick.”
“I remember that,” I chuckle, hearing an urgent beeping on the line. “Gonna have to call you back, got another call.”
“Sod ‘em. I want to share my discomfort.” She jokes.
“I think it’s him.”
“How do you know?”
“Just a feeling, speak in a minute.” I hang up and take the call, it’s Rick. He wants to meet me. I call Sally back. “I’m meeting him in an hour at the park, if you don’t hear from me in 2 hours send a search party.”
“Will do. Good luck.”
I see him sat on a bench as I enter the park, hugging myself in the faux fur jumper I inherited from my mother, telling me she didn’t need it anymore (I used to love it as a child, it’s softness making me feel warm and safe in her arms, a feeling I desperately needed right now. No, she’s not dead BTW, she gave it to me after my transformation), I’ve only put on a little make up, not wanting to look too glamorous whilst I get dumped. I sit next to him, neither of us speaks for a few minutes.
“You CAN bear children, right?” The strange question raised softly, taking me back a little (he has stated before that having his own family is very important to him).
“Y-Yes.” I stammer, reaching into my purse as I always carry Emily’s scan pictures. “I have photos from when I was expecting Emily...”
I feel his hand on my chin, gently tilting my head to look at him. “Charlotte... I love you.” I stare at him, stunned. “I’ve known it from the moment I met you. I don’t care who you were, I’m in love with who you are.”
“I love you too.” I breathe, for once tears of joy in my eyes. “I love you so much!”
He leans in and kisses me, gingerly at first, shock delaying my response. I pull him closer, my lips locking with his, sheer passion fuelling us, our hands caressing each other hungrily. I break the kiss, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
“Let’s go to my place.”
I won’t bore you with the trip back to mine, nor the hurried journey upstairs and the removal of our clothes, suffice to say we’re now in bed, lay beneath the silk sheets, his body above mine slightly to the side, my left leg around his raised hip, our tongues dancing hungrily as he squeezes and caresses my left breast, my left hand tousling his hair as my right resides between our bodies, stroking his 9 inch long thickness. I gasp into his mouth as his hand travels lower, teasing my folds and slipping his huge middle finger inside.
“You’re absolutely soaking.” He gasps, breaking the kiss, his finger finding my g spot with ease.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since we met.” I pant, my hips rocking as he fingers my dripping hole, my hand squeezing his shaft as a shock of pleasure shoots through me. “Please, Rick, put it inside me, make me yours.”
He rolls fully on top, my legs surrounding his waist as I put his cockhead to my entrance, parting my lips as it slips inside me, throbbing with his heartbeat, my fingers lightly pressing his back in anticipation. He kisses me as he slides in, a high pleasurable whine escapes my mouth into his, my eyes closing as he fills me to the hilt, my nails scraping his back with the exquisite feeling of fullness, my walls juddering over his shaft.
After savouring our union for a minute, he starts to thrust steadily with a hungry groan that mixes with my pleasured whimpers, my hips rolling to meet his movements and the kiss deepening. He keeps the steady pace, the throb of his heartbeat through the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft like a natural vibrator in my velvety tunnel, increasing my feeling of bliss as my orgasm builds, my nails digging into his skin as our bodies move in unison.
Our kiss deepens further, my high gasps merging with his deep groans, my legs pulling him harder into me, goosebumps and electric spasms spreading over my skin as he steadily thrusts into my quivering womanhood, making love to me as a first time lover should, my toes curling as the early spasms start to form with the constant rise of pleasure within my body. A hungry, lustful groan escapes his mouth into mine as my pussy walls quiver around his dick, my breaths coming in long loud squeals with each deep penetration of my sensitive hole.
I lean my head back, breaking the kiss and crying out as his cock smoothly stretches me, he kisses my neck, my nails digging deeper and legs squeezing harder on his back.
“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” I moan loudly as my orgasm grows close, my breath coming in short gasps and squeals. “uhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uuuuuuuuh! AAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!” My orgasm hits hard, my body convulsing as his shaft fucks me through my climax, groaning into my neck as he tries to fight his own release, my hard spams on his member proving too much for him.
“Charlotte, I can’t hold it... may I?” he pants heavily, I feel his cock swell inside me, his semen about to explode into my jerking womanhood.
“Yes Rick! Cum for me! Fill me!” I squeal, holding him even tighter as I feel his load surge forth into my waiting womb, pulling his lips to mine, his grunts merging with my happy whimpers as he coats my very core with his sticky fluid, finally slowing as our bliss subsides slowly. He stops thrusting, his manhood buried all the way inside my cum filled pussy as we kiss passionately, my hands caressing his scalp as his caress my cheeks and neck.
We break the kiss and I pant heavily as he lightly kisses my neck, his thickness twitching deep within me as my hands stroke his back in small circles. I purposefully squeeze his cock at regular intervals with my walls, keeping him hard inside me until he looks at me.
“Round 2?” he asks with a hopeful grin and I nod.
“I do the work though.” I state mischievously and he swiftly rolls us over, squeezing and stroking my breasts and nipples as I steadily ride him to a second climax each, collapsing onto his chest and kissing until his softening manhood slips from me. He rolls us onto our sides, caressing each other until his dick hardens again, this time fucking me doggystyle until I scream with my third orgasm before flipping me over and slipping between my legs, taking us both to heaven one last time, his thrusts more powerful as he claims me completely.
Rick chuckles as I half lean back against him, his right arm resting around my waist with his hand gently on my stomach, pressing my own right hand to his left, curiously comparing the difference in their size, mine looking tiny against his huge spade like paw. He leans down and kisses the side of my head.
“Are you always like this after sex?” He murmurs into my ear, giving it a light nip with his teeth.
“Mmmm?” I look back at him, a small, cheeky smile on my lips. “No, I’ve just never seen hands that big before,” I look back at them, mine barely covering half of his. “they fascinate me.”
“Well, look at it this way,” he kisses my head again. “they’re now dedicated to your protection, always ready to keep you safe.”
“and to give my ass a good smack, I hope.” I lean round, giving him an awkward kiss due to the angle.
“If that’s what the lady wishes.” He grins, tickling my stomach, making me squeal and turn to tickle him back, both of us squirming and laughing. Only stopping when the phone rings, I roll over, exposing my ass to him as I reach for it, as I pick up the cordless he gives my right cheek a hearty slap making me squeal again, I look over my shoulder at him. “Cheeky!” I pout, rolling back and snuggling back into him, his left arm under my shoulders, his hand cupping my breast. “Keep smacking my ass like that and it’ll be round 4, it’s a turn on for me.” I lean up as if to kiss him, turning at the last second and answering the phone. “Y’ello!” (I’ve always had a habit of merging ‘Yeah’ and ‘hello’, even in my old life)
“Charley! Thank God you’re safe!” Sally almost yells through the earpiece. “I gave it three hours like you said! What happened?”
“It was two hours, Sal,” I chuckle. “but we’ll put that down to baby brain.” I pause as Rick tickles my stomach again, playfully slapping his hand away several times until he behaves. “I have good news, he’s now my boyfriend.”
“Oh Great, now I have to put up with newly-in-love Charlotte again and a baby!” She mocks playfully. “All I’m going to hear about for months is Ron, Ron, Ron! How will I cope?!”
“I’m no worse than newly-in-love Sally!” I quip back. “and it’s Rick. You really do have baby brain!”
“Ron, Rick, I’ll hear it enough to get it right eventually. How is he anyway?”
“Mmmmmmm, dreamy!” I turn to give him another slightly awkward angled kiss, letting out a squeak when he gives my nipple a playful pinch.
“Oh God! It’s started already...” she begins. “Wait! I know that noise, you make it when someone gives your nipple an unexpected squeeze like Andy would! And that ticking... the only clock in your house that makes it is the one in your bedroom!... you’re in bed with him, aren’t you?!”
“Ah Hastings! I see ze little grey cells are beginning to work!” I tease in my best impression of David Suchet’s Hercule Poirot. “at least pregnancy has improved your deduction skills!” I chuckle.
“Alright Little Miss Cocky, or should I say ‘Finally Been Cocked’. I want details, is he big?”
“Big enough to keep me happy.” I grin up at him and he starts to caress my breast, sending a lovely tingle through me as he plays with my nipple.
“So he’s a ‘big’ boy, then. How many orgasms?”
“Four so far, nosy cow.”
“I don’t care, did you let him?”
“Yes, three times.” I let out a breathy giggle as his right hand tickles it’s way up my thigh. “Rick! You’re insatiable!” I whisper to him.
“I heard that,” Sally states simply. “You’re going to again aren’t you?”
“Sorry Sal. I know Josh wants to avoid doing anything that could hurt you or the baby right now, didn’t mean to make you jealous.”
“Urgh! I don’t feel like it anyway, not many comfortable positions when you’re the size of a house.”
“I’ll come see you after work tomorrow and tell you everything, ok?”
“Ok. Now go get laid.”
“Will do, bye Sal.” I hang up, tossing the phone to the other side of the bed and pulling him on top of me. “Come here, stud!” Wrapping my legs around him and pulling him in for a kiss.
He brings me to another three climaxes, twice doggystyle, one by spanking my ass hard with his cock held buried inside me until I squirt over him and he goes on to fill me with two more of his own. We share a bath, cuddling in the large tub under a thick layer of bubbles, his one hand caressing my rear, the other lightly stroking my breast as I absentmindedly nudge his soft, floating cock, watching it sway in the water through a gap in the frothy layer.
“So, what exactly are you going to tell Sally?” He asks curiously.
“Everything, “ I tell him with a cheeky smile. “she’s my best friend, we tell each other everything.”
“Keep doing that,” he nods at my prodding finger. “and you’ll have even more to tell her.”
“Mmmmmmm, that’s the plan...” I giggle, wrapping my hand around him and starting to stroke.
“You’re such a naughty girl.” He growls, pulling me closer with one hand, the other moving swiftly to my womanhood, kissing me as his fingers tease my lower lips.
You can add 2 more to my tally and another to his.
It takes 10 minutes to mop up the mess.
The first two weeks of the relationship are a bit all over the place with Rick having to split his shifts, doing his normal role for half the usual time during the day and covering the injured chef at night, though they move one of the other chefs to the sick ones position whilst Rick covers their less intricate one (although he can cook he’s not restaurant standard), until he can organise agency cover. He spends most nights at mine, you can guess what we get up to, a relieved look on his face when I tell him to move some of his clothes and things into the other wardrobe so we can spend as much time together as possible. He also admits that he hadn’t called me as soon as he wanted after my confession as he was waiting for a quiet moment to discuss the situation with his mother, needing her sound advice. She was the only other one in their family to know the truth, promising to take it to her death bed. She pointed out to him that he shouldn’t give up the chance of being happy if my past didn’t bother him.
As promised I tell Sally everything, rambling dreamily as I help her prepare and freeze enough meals to last a month, reducing the strain on her whilst she gets the hang of motherhood and she teases me mercilessly over how soppy I am over him. They meet soon after, Sally and Josh coming over for the first of numerous meet ups over the next few weeks, though we can’t do anything too energetic (and I don’t mean sex) as the last stage of pregnancy leaves Sally regularly drained of energy.
Though I cook for him most nights (despite his inability to keep his hands or lips off me, though he does do the washing up), for our one month anniversary I decide to finally cook his favourite food, Lasagne (my speciality for those that remember from my previous series), making everything from scratch as usual (don’t tell Mama this but he even said he preferred it to hers lol) and earning myself over an hour of pure, uninterrupted cunnillingus, him using my toys to keep me in a state of constant bliss when his mouth grows tired and needs a little time to recover before licking and sucking my pussy again (don’t ask how many orgasms I had, I lost count fairly early on but it was well into double figures).
He tousles my hair with his fingers, as I tease mine through the thick forest on his chest after making love (another 3 blissful climaxes to add to my tally, though I’m surprised I wasn’t completely orgasmed out after he went down on me), his release nestled safely in my womb, giving me a nice, warm feeling inside.
“Enjoying yourself?” I tease as he examines my bright orange locks, as fascinated by them as I was with his hands. Though he has had a one night stand with one before (she kicked him out the minute they were done), he’s never had a redhead girlfriend.
“It’s weird,” he says bemused as the smooth strands slip through his fingers. “it looks so much like fire, my brain thinks it should burn my fingers, but its softer than anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“That’s probably the conditioner I use,” I chuckle, coiling his fairly short but luxurious hairs around my forefinger. “are you saying my hair is softer than my ass?” I pout, teasingly.
“Your ass has a firm softness,” he releases my hair and tilts my head to kiss me. “Your hair is fluffy soft.”
“Which do you prefer?” I eye him mischievously.
“That’s easy,” He slips his hands under my rear, rolling us so I’m straddling him. “if I tried to do that by your hair, I don’t think you’d be too happy.”
“Too right, mister.” I lean down, my lips close to his. I go to kiss him but he stops me with a question.
“Your birthday is in three weeks, right?”
“To the day,” I nod. “Why?”
“You’ve got that week off work, haven’t you?”
“and the previous one, as that’s when Mae’s is. What are you thinking?”
“My family wants to meet you and yours, so Mama suggested a joint birthday and ‘welcome to the family’ party for you. I’d also like to get to know Mae if that’s ok?”
“Of course it is,” I kiss him. “though her boyfriend is taking her away for a dirty weekend between the two weeks.”
“When do they go?”
“They leave Friday, the day after hers and return Sunday, the day before mine (it was decided that my official birthday would be the day after my old life’s one, as I was technically ‘born’ then).”
“So hers is Friday, yours is... Monday.”
“I would be a good idea to remember the date.” I tease with a raised eyebrow.
“I will, I promise. Do you think your family could do a long weekend, say Saturday to Tuesday?”
“Mom and Dad are retired, bro and This partner have time owing, Mae’s off already, should be good.”
“Great, I’ll talk to Mama. Now...” I feel his grip tighten on my cheeks as his member starts to come to life again.
“In the shower, Darling.” I slap his chest lightly as I get off and head to the bathroom. “Then we can get clean before bed, we’re both in early tomorrow, remember?”
He chases me into the shower, slapping my ass, making me squeal and giggle until he catches me, pinning me to the tiled wall and kissing me hungrily. After another exquisite release each we wash, dry (though he insists on towelling me down, using it as an excuse to try to fondle me into being in the mood again) and slip close under the sheets.
“You still haven’t told me what you want for your birthday,” He says as I snuggle back into him, holding me tight and kissing my neck. “I don’t want to get you the wrong thing.”
I sigh a little internally, he’s been bugging me about this for the last two weeks and I’ve told him I don’t want anything extravagant as we’ve only been together a very short time. “Get me something that will make you want to ravish me, some lingerie or a nightie, that sort of thing.”
“Ok.“ he says thoughtfully, his strong arms holding me close until we drift off.
By the next evening, everything is set. Rick and I will be meeting up with Mae and Jack for most of the first week until they leave on Friday. After that we will head to his family home (wait ‘til you hear about that!), with my parents and bro/SIL joining us on Saturday afternoon, Mae and Jack on Sunday when they get back. After a huge party over both Monday and Tuesday evenings, I will spend the rest of the week with Rick’s family, getting to know them better.
The first week goes very well, though I think poor Jack was intimidated a little by Rick’s body size at first (‘Jaws’ in James Bond, remember?) and how quickly he became as protective of Mae as he was over me, though by the time we wave them off on holiday, we’re more like close friends than ‘stepfather (hopefully)/mother(figure)’ and ‘Stepdaughter/boyfriend’.
Now, the Ajello Family home, how to put this... it’s HUGE! He turns into a small gap in a row of trees and onto a very long tree lined, well kept tarmacked lane that’s cast into shadows by the overhanging copse, the house itself set well back from the main road and well hidden. Originally a large farmhouse, Rick’s Great, Great Grandparents bought it and the surrounding land, becoming successful farmers and gradually expanding the original house as their family grew, effectively adding the equivalent rooms of an individual, three bedroomed house for each of their ten children to live in when they started their own families. Though each child married, only Rick’s Great Grandfather had any children before the Second World War and was the only male of the family to return alive, his sisters and SILs dying of broken hearts or refusing to remarry despite being considered part of the family. His Grandfather had an older sister who died from Smallpox at an early age, leaving him the only heir to the home. The farm had started failing just before Rick’s dad took over, leading to the decision to sell the livestock and start a restaurant instead, though his three older siblings (1M 2F) all decided to return to Italy, leaving him to run it alone.
It was at his eldest sister’s wedding that Rick’s father met a beautiful Italian girl (Athena/Mama) and fell in love, marrying her a year later, Rick’s older brother, Adam (36), arriving just two years later followed by Sophia (34), then Rick (32) and lastly, Maria (26).
As of now, Adam is dating a model, Gisele (who is currently on a photo shoot in France), Sophia married George late on (2 years ago) and is trying (unsuccessfully so far) for a baby, Maria married Tom straight out of high school at 18 as she was pregnant, they have two children, Oliver (7) and Julia (5), besides Gisele and myself, the siblings and their spouses all have roles running various aspects of the business.
From what he’s told me about them, it’s easy to guess which car belongs to who (we’ll go into that in a later chapter) as he pulls into his designated parking spot before opening my door and introducing me to his mother, who is excitedly waiting by the steps to the front door, hugging me joyfully.
“Charlotte, welcome!” She beams, giving me the once over as Rick brings my bags from the Belvedere. “You’re even more beautiful than Rick said! Come in! Come in!” Leading me inside to a huge hallway. “Rick will show you to his quarters shortly but first, meet the family!”
The room is decked out with a huge banner and numerous vases of pink peonies, roses and lilies, his siblings waiting patiently for our arrival, though Sophia seems a little on edge. His brother is very similar to him, tall, wide and dashingly handsome, with a few grey hairs starting to show through his black hair (Rick’s is brown). His sisters obviously take their looks from their mother, significantly shorter than their brothers but with figures to die for, their busts and waists slightly bigger than my own, Maria having jet black hair like Mama, Sophia’s a lighter brunette, though you would think Mama was also a sister, her complexion akin to someone only a few years older than Sophia.
Adam takes my hand, kissing it and smiling in welcome, as Sophia hugs me and kisses each cheek her cell phone rings, her shoulders sagging.
“Just when I wanted to ask you about that gorgeous dress!” She whines, “We’ll talk later, I have to take this.” I nod and smile gently. “Rick, put a ring on her finger ASAP!” she says to him, excusing herself and answering her phone.
Maria hugs me tight before leaning back with her arms still around me. “Charlotte, my dear, can I ask a favour?” she looks me straight in the eyes. “Can you either move in with or marry him...” she looks at Rick with a playful smirk. “So he can finally shut up about you!” she looks back at me. “Seriously, you’re all he talks about these days, though I can see why!” I can’t help giving Rick a loving look, his cheeks reddening.
“I’ll try.” I grin mischievously.
“Maria!” Mama says with a chuckle. “You’d have them married tomorrow if you could, let him do it at his own pace. Where are the little ones?”
“Children!” Maria shouts as she lets me go. We wince slightly at the volume as a little boy and girl come scampering into the room, him looking uncomfortable in a suit, her rocking on her heels in the cutest little blue dress I’ve ever seen. I squat down to their height, smiling sweetly and saying “Hello.”
“Oliver, Julia, this is your Auntie Charlotte, Uncle Rick’s future wife.” Their mother tells them (she’s really pushing for a wedding lol).
“How about you call me Charley.” I say as Oliver takes my hand in both of his and kisses it. “As you wish, Auntie Charley” he says with a handsome grin (He’s going to grow into a true heartbreaker, I tell you now).
“El-ho, Ah-nee Chah-ee!” Julia says, running forwards to wrap her arms around my neck, taking my hand and holding my fingers tightly in her tiny one as I stand back up.
“Julia has a speech impediment,” Maria tells me. “she’s having therapy for it.”
“Well I think she’s doing very well.” I gently ruffle Julia’s hair with my other hand, making her grin. “That was perfect!”
The children are sent to play whilst Rick and Mama show me to what is effectively his ‘house’, complete with a proper front door with push button bell and letterbox, that leads to a huge lounge with all the usual furnishings, a small ensuite bathroom and a tiny kitchen off to one side, the kitchen being for making tea, coffee, etc with a small fridge for wine and snacks.
“You’ll meet Angelo (Rick’s Father), George and Tom later, they’re running the restaurant today. Everyone eats in the main dining room and we share the cooking on a rota basis when were all together, though we don’t expect you to do so this week, you’re our guest.” Mama answers my obvious curiosity. “Now, I’ll make some tea and we can have a little chat whilst Rick unpacks your things.”
“How do you want the drawers, Honey?” Rick asks as he heads to the stairs.
“By where the garments go on my body, bras, knickers, socks.” I hold my hand up moving it down with each word.
“and what about your toys?” he asks, making my cheeks turn bright red in front of his mother.
“Every healthy relationship has toys.” Mama says with a mischievous grin, making me relax a little. “We’re only reserved about sex when the children are present.”
“Bedside table, Please.” I tell Rick, watching as he heads upstairs.
“Now, if I may divert your attention from my son’s ass,” she says, making me blush again. “I’d like to know more about you... both ‘you’s.”
We chat for a while, answering her numerous questions and filling her in on the parts Rick forgot.
“You’ve had quite the lives.” She states, smiling as she gently takes my hand. “you are as much a daughter as my own, you’ve made my son the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. As far as anyone is concerned you are Charlotte and Charlotte alone, Leon is your dead brother.”
“Thank you, Athena.” I say with a relieved smile.
“Call me Mama.” She replies with a sweet, motherly smile. “Now, I’m sure Rick would like to give you the grand tour alone,” She says as he returns from upstairs. “Though by the look in his eyes, that may be some time away.” She kisses me on each cheek before leaving us alone.
“You packed your spiciest things,” he says, pulling me close and kissing me passionately, his prominent bulge pressing into me. “I could happily take you right here.”
“So why don’t you?” I purr, grinding myself against his hard lump. “We’re alone and I’ve never made love on a tiger skin rug before...” Giggling as I feel my dress loosen, his hand deftly unzipping it, I let it drop to the floor, kissing him hungrily as I slip off his jacket, his shirt and trousers quickly following, my bra soon landing next to them.
We lay on the rug, his lips caressing mine as he slips my soaked black panties aside and buries two of his thick fingers in my wetness, making me break the kiss to moan and pant as he fingers me, one finger teasing my walls as the other zeros in on my g spot, expertly toying with it as I writhe in ecstasy, my mind barely able to concentrate on stroking his thickness as it juts from the fly of his boxers. With his free hand he caresses and pinches my nipples, adding yet more pleasure to my squirming body, my strokes becoming spasmodic jerks as I convulse with pre orgasm twitches, my breath hitching as I near the precipice.
With a tight squeeze of my hand on his throbbing manhood I burst, letting out a long, juddering groan as my tunnel clamps and quivers around his probing digits. Releasing his cock I pull him in, kissing him passionately as he fingers me through my bliss, frantically tugging at the back of his neck until I finally start to come down, rolling on my side with my back to him, panting heavily, barely registering the feeling of him slipping my panties off, a short delay (he was removing his boxers) before he lifts my leg, angling himself so he can slide straight into my still quivering pussy, fucking me slightly from behind.
Despite the renewed, intense pleasure of his thick shaft pumping my sensitive womanhood, I manage to hook my elbow through my knee, keeping myself open for him to use his arms on my leg to gain leverage, his balls bouncing as he pounds me, my squeals and groans merging with the deep moaning from his throat. He kisses my neck hungrily, his own climax building fast, sucking hard and giving me a love bite just at the base of my neck, my muscles undulating around his thrusting thickness as another orgasm approaches rapidly. With several deep thrusts he takes us both over the edge, my walls milking his release as I feel it’s welcome warmth within me, a delighted squeal accompanying his deep but diminishing strokes, finally stopping as our orgasms subside.
Having recovered he gives me a brief tour upstairs as we head to the shower, poking my head into the two other bedrooms, both with their own bathroom, and noticing the attic door as he leads me gently into the main bedroom, gasping at the beauty of the it, from the huge Queen size four poster bed, covered in ocean blue silk sheets and pillows, the walk in wardrobes and gorgeous vintage dressing table chocked full of my favourite make up and perfumes (he had taken note and stocked up) to the huge French windows, opening onto a large balcony that overlooks the vast expanse of land behind the house, a thick forest just visible on the horizon.
“The family owns half of that too, until about a mile deep in.” He tells me. “Now, let’s freshen up, we only walk around here naked when my niece and nephew are at school or in bed.” Chuckling at my surprise. He guides me to the large bathroom, with two toilets, each in their own three walled cubicle, the bath big enough for four adults and the shower, well, you could easily have a six person gangbang in it without bumping in to each other! For once we wash each other without the usual teasing (but plenty of kissing), though he insists on drying me off, making my knees weaken with little kisses to my bare flesh.
Dressing in a long blue dress with ruffled shoulders and a fairly low neckline, I hook my arm through his as he guides me around the huge mansion, showing me the kitchens, the dining room with it’s 50ft long antique table and chairs, the doors of his siblings ‘houses’ and those they use for guests, all exactly the same size and shape to stop any arguments. He shows me the Olympic sized pool in the garden, currently covered over (it is January), the pool house, hot tub, sauna, yoga/pilates room and finally the gym, where Sophia is currently having a workout, pausing to say hi again.
“Girl, you have amazing taste in dresses,” she tells me with an honest smile. “you have got to tell me where you get them!”
“Maybe we could have a girl’s day out, you, me, Mama, Maria and Julia. I could take you all there, the owner has dresses and things for little girls too.” I suggest hopefully.
“An excellent idea! We’ll put it to them after dinner.” She beams, saying her goodbyes and heading for the shower.
We bump into (not literally) the children in the large playroom (I forgot to mention that one, D’oh!), where young Oliver is helping Julia rock on the large rocking horse. “Lyk ine!” she declares happily when she sees my blue dress, I curtsy and blow her a kiss in response.
Maria is the only one to mention the love bite peeking out from beneath the edge of my neckline, commenting that she now knows why I changed my dress and telling Rick she hopes he’s bought me something round with a nice diamond for my birthday.
Mama and Maria agree to the suggestion, though they insist we include my mother, Mae and SIL as well, giving us all the chance to get better acquainted, deciding to do it for our last day all together on Tuesday.
The party is amazing, the little ones sprinkle rose petals from the second floor balcony as I walk into the hallway, everyone singing happy birthday before we head into the dining room for food and wine that has us all completely stuffed and rather merry, though we work most of that off dancing as George DJs the evening away (a hidden talent). Rick did indeed buy me something round with diamonds, a delicate, beautiful watch with small stones around the strap and face (he whispers that my ‘true’ present is only for us). From Adam and Gisele I receive a gorgeous red dress from the collection she’s currently modelling in my size (they asked Rick), Sophia and George give me a divine White gold necklace and set of earrings to match, Maria and Tom gift me a spa weekend to share with Mae at the most exclusive place in the county (£3000 per person), the little ones giving me a hand drawn picture of Rick and I from Oliver and some homemade cookies from Julia. From Mama and Papa I get my own set of keys to the mansion, welcome to come and go as I please, also to properly move in when Rick and I felt the time was right, if we wanted to live there.
After the party winds down, Rick and I lay in bed sharing a bottle of wine between kisses and caresses that grow steadily more amorous as his fingertips graze the firm flesh of my breasts and mine travel down his stomach, lightly touching his hardening manhood.
“Wait,” He breathes, reaching by the side of his pillow and pulling out a large box with a bow on it, handing it to me. “this is your real present” I open it, beneath the protective paper inside is a red lace and silk nightie, long enough to hide my pussy and ass but only just. I lift it via the straps with one hand, running my fingers over the silk, it’s the softest I’ve ever felt. “it’s very hard to find silk,” he tells me, answering my unspoken question. “would you wear it for me? now?”
“Of course,” I kiss him, making a decision in my mind. “thank you.” I head to the bathroom, freshening up (in more ways than one as you’ll see) and slipping on the nightie, the softness against my skin is electrifying, my nipples hardening instantly, my lower lips trembling as desire shoots through me. I manage to walk back to bed, my cheeks flushed, small trembles washing over my body as the fabric glides over my skin.
“Everything ok, My Love?” He asks, curious as to my odd movements and gasps.
“You would not believe what this nightie is doing to me!” I stammer, climbing quickly into bed, his eyes widening as my rock hard nipples dig into his chest when I hug him. “Do you trust me?” He blinks at my question. “Do you?”
“Of course, why?” he asks with confusion.
“I want to do something with you, something I’ve only ever done with one other man but... I need certain circumstances...”
“Anything you need, my Darling.”
I reach into the beside drawer, taking out the furry cuffs I got at Christmas. “I need to be in complete control, it’s my birthday present to myself, to give myself to the man I love completely, my own way.”
“Do it, do what you need to.” He surrenders to me completely, allowing me to cuff his wrists to the central support of the headboard and straddle his lap, his cock springing rock hard beneath me as he looks at me in the nightie (what is it with men when I wear red silk?). I take the lube that I picked up with the cuffs, spreading it around my tight anus and gradually expanding my hole with my fingers (the extra ‘freshening up’) before adding some to his cockhead, aiming it at the tight ring of muscle and holding it as I press down, pushing until the head pops inside with a gasp and a slight twinge of pain.
“I’m yours, My Darling,” I slide myself slowly down his shaft, wincing slightly until his full length is buried in my bowels. “completely yours.”
I rock my hips, sliding my sphincter along his pulsing thickness, the nighties stimulating effect on my body helping turn the slight pain into exquisite pleasure, my movements increasing as he thrusts to meet me, a look of pure heaven washing over his face as my ring squeezes and sucks on his hard flesh, though he makes no move to try to break the cuffs, letting me take him exactly how I want to.
“My God, your ass is so tight!” He groans, my hips rocking faster, my own moans deepening as the fire in my ass burns brighter, my pleasure building rapidly.
“Rick, say it, please!” I beg him as I rock harder, his pubic hair tickling my clit as his cock spreads my ass with each delicious thrust of my hips and adding yet more stimulation to my hungry body. “tell me I’m yours...”
“Charlotte... my darling... my love...” he gasps between deep groans, my ring swallowing and squeezing his manhood as I slam myself on it, my orgasm almost upon me. “You’re mine... fuck! I’m close! You’re mine, Charlotte... my one... my only... one day you will be my wife!” He groans, my hard movements rocking the bed as I push myself towards release on his cock, my body trembling, the dam about to burst. “I LOVE YOU!” He shouts, the combination of his manhood in my bowels, his hairs on my clit, the softness of the nightie over my skin and his words making me let go, my climax rushing over me, my eyes rolling back as I spasm on and around him. With a deep roar he cums and I feel his gloopy, warm seed splatter my bowels, his deep thrusts matching my downward slams, finally leaning back as the last of our releases wash over us, burying his cock fully within my pulsing anus until I collapse onto his chest, my trembling fingers releasing his wrists, his hands locking fingers with mine as we pant as twitch, an unexpected final spurt of semen hitting my walls.
With a soft pop his head slips from my gaping asshole, a trickle of his sperm following and running past my trembling pussy lips. Separating our hands he wraps his arms around me, rolling us onto our side and holding me tight as I recover, covering my lips and cheeks with small kisses, telling me he loves me and how perfect I am until I recover enough to kiss him deeply.
He climbs out of bed, helping me sit up and removes the nightie, carrying me to the shower and gently washing my body as I wash his before wrapping us both in a huge towel, taking me back to bed and sitting with me on his lap, kissing and caressing me until we’re dry enough to get back in, laying me down and climbing in behind me, pulling the soft sheets over our bodies, turning off the light and spooning me as we drift off, a serene smile on my face as I snuggle back into his warm body.
Sometime later, I’m not sure what time, I’m awoken by insistent ringing, groggily answering the phone to hear a panicked Josh babbling about what he should do. I manage to calm him into coherence, telling him exactly what to do, wishing them luck. I hang up and snuggle back into Rick, his arms encircling me again.
“Who was it?” he slurs sleepily.
“Josh,” I tell him gently. “Sally’s gone into labour.”