Bound and Filled
Hubby had been planning it for days, I’m sure of it. He laid out my outfit on the bed like a present: that tight little black halter dress that hugs every curve, barely covering my arse, sheer black hold-up stockings, a sheer black bra, and — the star of the show — a huge, thick black butt plug already lubed and waiting. He made me bend over right there, spread my cheeks, and slowly pushed that fat plug deep into my arse until I was gasping and clenching around it. Then he zipped me into the dress and we headed out for dinner.
We drove to our favourite Italian place a good distance away. The whole time I was squirming in the passenger seat, that massive plug stretching my tight little arse with every bump in the road. My pussy was already soaked. At the restaurant one of the young waiters couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He kept “accidentally” brushing against me when he served, leaning in close, flirting shamelessly while Hubby just smirked and sipped his wine. I could see how hard Hubby was getting under the table. By the time we finished dessert he was practically dragging me out.
Instead of heading straight home, he pulled into a services hotel right off the A-road. He’d definitely planned this. As soon as we got to the room he pulled out two long, luxurious red satin scarves he just “happened” to have in the car.
He spun me around and tied my wrists tightly together behind my back with one scarf, the smooth satin biting deliciously into my skin. Then he blindfolded me with the second scarf, wrapping it twice around my eyes and knotting it firmly at the back of my head. The final scarf became my gag — he pushed the thick satin between my lips, pulled it tight, and tied it securely so I could only make muffled, desperate noises. Completely helpless, blind, and gagged, my pussy was dripping down my thighs. That’s when Hubby got that wicked glint in his eye. “We’re not staying in here just yet,” he whispered. He grabbed my bound arms and marched me out of the room, still blindfolded and gagged, my dress barely covering my plugged arse and soaked cunt. My heart was pounding as he led me down the long, brightly lit hotel corridor. I could hear my heels clicking on the floor and the distant hum of other guests. Anyone could step out at any moment and see me like this — a bound, gagged, dripping slut on full display.
He stopped me in the middle of the hallway, positioned me just right, and took out his phone. “Stand still, legs together, arse out,” he ordered. I obeyed like the obedient fucktoy I am, standing there completely exposed in that tight black dress while he snapped picture after picture of me blindfolded and gagged with those shiny red satin scarves. I was trembling with a mixture of shame and raw arousal, my nipples rock hard and my cunt throbbing around nothing while that huge plug stretched my arse. The risk of being caught only made me wetter. He even made me turn slightly so the photo showed my bound wrists behind my back and the way the satin gag pulled tight between my lips.
Laying me on my back, he hiked my dress up around my waist, ripped my knickers aside and buried his face between my legs. He ate my soaking cunt like a man possessed — long, hungry licks, sucking hard on my swollen clit, tongue-fucking my hole while two thick fingers slammed into me. I came so hard I screamed into the gag, my whole body shaking. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me through orgasm after orgasm until my legs were trembling and I was a dripping, whimpering mess.
Then he flipped me over onto my stomach, arse up. I felt him tug the huge butt plug out of my stretched hole with a wet pop. A second later his thick, rock-hard cock pressed against my gaping arse and he sank in balls-deep in one long, slow thrust. The feeling of him replacing that fat plug with his pulsing cock made me moan like a whore into the satin gag. He fucked my arse hard and deep, gripping my bound wrists for leverage, slamming into me until he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my bowels with thick, hot spunk. I could feel every spurt as he emptied his balls inside me.
He didn’t pull out straight away. Instead he pushed the massive butt plug back into my cum-filled arse, trapping his load deep inside me. Then he untied my hands etc, straightened my dress, and marched me out like his obedient little fucktoy.
We weren’t even home ten minutes before he had me bent over the kitchen counter. He yanked the dress up again, pulled the plug out, and shoved his hard cock straight back into my sloppy, cum-lubed arse. “You looked so fucking sexy tonight,” he said as he pounded me, “especially standing blindfolded and gagged in that corridor for the photo, that waiter eye-fucking you earlier while my plug stretched your arse… I wanted to bend you over the restaurant table.” He fucked me hard and fast until he came again, pumping even more spunk deep into my arse.
