“Not yet, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a wink, implying that I might just see all of her.
Taking the handles of the stroller, she rolled Polly away, the balloons bouncing in the air as I watched Brigid nearly skipping with joy.
I shared Brigid’s enthusiasm. Even if I wasn’t able to express it in quite the same way. My own celebration involved going home and sleeping for nearly ten hours.
I was late. As sure as the sun rises in the morning. It didn’t happen often, but everyone slips up now and then. Jumping out of bed, still in my boxers, I power-ran to my laptop and dialed her number.
“Are you okay, sir?” Brigid inquired, adjusting her camera.
“Of course, my pet.”
It struck me she thought it was part of the game. That I was testing her by making her wait for me.
“Can I move now, sir?”
“Yes.”
She almost melted, every muscle in her body relaxing at once. She had been holding her position for how long? A beatific grin spread across her sweet lips.
“Better?”
“Yes, sir,” Brigid said softly.
“Why are you still dressed?” I asked, getting into character.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You're forgiven. Take off your robe, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
Quickly, her hands shaking, lovely Brigid untied the belt of her robe, slipping it from her shoulders and hanging it on the back of the chair.
“Beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes please, sir!”
Slowly I pulled down the front of my boxers; my cock, already hard from seeking her naked, sprinted out like a cobra. Brigid gasped at the sight of it.
“Want to suck it, my pet?” I asked, gently stroking the massive, throbbing shaft.
“Yes, sir,” Brigid replied, not taking her eyes off it for a second.
“Get on your knees,” I said, using the tone that I knew made her shudder.
“I am on my knees, sir,” she whispered, tucking them under her in her chair.
“Good, where are your hands?”
“Caressing up your thighs, sir.”
I closed my eyes and imagined her small, warm, soft hands working their way up my thighs and wrapping around my stiff cock.
“I’m stroking you now, sir,” she said.
“Good girl,” I said, stroking myself faster.
“I’m sucking your balls, sir.”
“Both at once?” I asked, pretending to be amazed.
“One at a time, sir. Alternating.”
“How are they?”
“Delicious.”
I tried to conjure the sensation of her hot little mouth on my balls, sucking gently as she caressed my cock with both hands.
“I am licking up your shaft, sir.”
“Go slow, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
In my mind, her soft, wet, pink tongue caressed up my rock-hard shaft, making me moan quietly as I did the same motion with one hand while continuing to stroke with the other.
“I am swirling my tongue around your head, sir,” Brigid said, copying what I told her before.
“Good girl,” I praised, wanting to encourage good behavior.
“May I suck you, sir?”
“Of course you can, pet.”
I pictured her dropping her mouth down on my cock, gently sucking me, working her lips halfway along the massive shaft before having to back off a bit, but continuing to suck like a champ.
I opened my eyes so I could see her. Brigid was softly fingering herself, already second-knuckle-deep into her beautiful pussy. She hadn’t asked my permission, but because it was thoughts of me that pushed her to such joyous abandon that I decided to let it slide.
I came in a huge rush, as was the usual. I could see Brigid nearly drooling, clearly wanting the opportunity to lick it up.
“Soon, my pet.”
“Promise, sir?” she implored.
“Yes, I promise.”
Then I was struck by a thought. A strange, beautiful thought.
“Do you have a dildo, my pet?”
“Yes, is that okay, sir? I haven’t used it since I met you.”
“I want you to go get it.”
“Yes, sir!” she exclaimed, nearly saluting.
A few moments of audible rummaging later, she returned with an impressively large, soft silicone dildo. She had also found a bottle of lube, which I certainly understood.
“Got it!”
“Good girl. Use some of that lube on your puss,” I ordered.
Without hesitation, Brigid popped the cap, squirting a healthy portion into her hand. Then she stroked it into her pussy, pushing three fingers most of the way into herself to really work it in and get herself ready for what was to come.
“Spread your legs, love. Wide.”
“Yes, sir,” Brigid whispered, her voice thick with desire.
She did indeed open her legs wide, moving so her knees were bent over the arms. Her pretty pink pussy was open and glistening.
“I am stroking the head of my cock against your pussy,” I intoned, as though whispering into her ear.
Reacting instantly, Brigid lovingly stroked the head of the dildo against her pussy, moaning in gentle ecstasy as she did so.
“Now, I am pushing slowly inside you.”
Taking a sharp breath in, Brigid started slowly pushing the dildo in between her delicate folds.
“Moan for me, honey.”
Brigid let go, moaning long and loud, letting me know exactly how good it felt having such a big thing inside her. Eventually she got the great whale of a dildo halfway into her pussy. This all was giving me a good idea of how much she would be able to take after the lockdown was finally lifted.
Gradually, following my instructions, Brigid worked up to pounding the dildo inside herself, singing hymns to the heavens as she peaked with a massive, shuddering, g-spot orgasm.
It was amazing to see her pussy spasm and quiver as she came hard for me. So amazing it made me say something I never thought would escape my lips so soon.
“I love you, my pet,” I said, overcome with warm emotion.
“I love you, too, sir.”
Chapter Seven - Brigid
It was like heaven. My rational mind knew it wasn’t the same but I didn’t care. It was as close to Leif actually fucking me as I was able to get right then and I loved every second of it. I had never orgasmed so hard.
“Turn around, pet.”
I barely heard his words but obeyed him nonetheless, not even thinking about what it was he might have had in mind.
“Good girl. I want you to lube your asshole.”
As though on autopilot, I put the dildo down in front of me on the chair, figuring I would need it later, and got the bottle of lube. I had never done anal stuff before, but was thrilled to try if it was with him.
The lube was cold, but that was the worst of it. Aside from the initial shock, it felt really good on my asshole. Tentatively, I started massaging it in, rubbing around the outside ring, then pushing in. I let out a short moan as my fingers filled my bum, the muscles stretching in their wake.
“You okay, honey?”