TransBear- Posted September 26 *This is a work of fiction.* The instructions were crystal clear. I was to be ready, presenting, by the time they came home from work. On all fours on the couch, ass in the air, ready, willing, and able. Of course I agreed enthusiastically, eagerly anticipating the time they would arrive home from work later that evening. However, as I started getting ready, a smirk played across my face. I couldn't help myself. I did, of course, get myself ready as I was told, but I pulled my pyjamas on and sat myself down on the sofa. I gave my hips a little wiggle (feeling my butt plug grinding inside me, making me grin), and waited patiently. The more I thought about it, the wetter I became. My mind was racing, thinking about what they would do when they saw me. I was giddy with excitement. When I heard their key in the lock, my breath hitched. When the door opened, I let out the smallest giggle, covering my mouth. I heard them removing their coat, their shoes, putting the keys in the lock and turning it, shutting us in for the night. They said they would shower at work and also be ready when they got home. They rounded the corner of the living room, tugging on their tie. They stopped when they saw me and raised an eyebrow. "I thought I told you to be ready." I giggled again. They tugged off their tie completely and started over towards me. They stood right in front of me, looking down at me. "What a naughty boy you are. You know what that means." They sat down on the sofa next to me, then pulled me over their lap. I was giggling, of course. "Naughty boys get spankings." "Yes, sir!" Once I was in position, they yanked the back of my pyjamas down. They then raised their hand, and brought it down firmly on my ass. I let out a gleeful yelp. They repeated the action once, twice, three, four times. When they raised their hand for the fifth, they hesitated. I bit on my bottom lip, gave my reddened ass a little wiggle. "Is there a problem, sir?" I felt them spread my ass cheeks slightly, exposing my butt plug. "So you are ready? For the most part." I giggled again. "You're a naughty little liar then, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." Their hand gently ran over my ass, then between my legs. I was already soaked and sticky. "Such a bad boy this evening!" They slipped their fingers between my legs, plunging them into my wet, waiting hole. I cried out with pleasure as they started working their fingers, pushing in for that sweet spot, rubbing their thumb over my tdick. The wet, slick movements of their fingers was music to my ears, and I was soon grinding my hips against their hand. Just as I was about to cum, they stopped fingering me and gave my ass a swift spank. I yelped again and groaned, my orgasm steadily passing. When they were satisfied it had gone almost entirely, they started fingering me again. I was soon a sopping, shaking, whimpering mess, desperate to cum against their fingers, but they wouldn't let me. Whenever I got too close they would stop, push my attention to something else; a spank, a grab, a caress. "Naughty boys don't get to cum, not yet." Breathless, I whined. "Yes, sir." "Suck." They brought their hand round to my face, and I happily took their fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean. I worked my tongue between and around each finger, moaning at my taste. I lapped at their palm, suckled on the tips. Once I was done, I was rewarded with another firm spank to my backside. My pyjama bottoms were whipped off entirely, casually discarded on the floor. I was instructed to get on all fours on the sofa, and I did so. I pushed my ass up in the air, fully expecting some more spanks, or to feel their cock pressing against my hole. Instead, they stayed seated on the sofa next to me. They ran their hands over my ass cheeks, then spread them and toyed with my butt plug; pushing on it, pulling it out slightly and sliding it back in. When they pulled it out, slowly, I bit my bottom lip again. One hand went back to my cunt, gathering my juices, then pushed back inside me. The other one toyed with my asshole, two fingers pushing in, then pulling out. My eyes rolled back and I moaned. Their fingers curled in my cunt, rubbing against my sweet spot, as their other hand worked in and out of my asshole. I was soon a whimpering mess again, creaming over their fingers. I was close, so desperately close, when they pushed all of their fingers as deep inside me as they would go. "Don't you dare cum." They growled, suddenly close to my ear. I whimpered, straining hard against them, wishing my orgasm to leave. I trembled, panting, as it subsided. "Good boy." My legs were shaking when they finally stood up, juices dripping slowly onto the sofa beneath me. I was feeling especially tender, aching, throbbing. I knew that when I was eventually allowed to cum, I'd make a spectacular mess. "On your knees, boy, now." I slid off the sofa, assuming my position at their feet.
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