My boyfriend once let me put suppositories up his butt, because it was my birthday. It was the first time his anus was penetrated by anything or anyone. I enjoyed it much more than he did.
After dinner we were on the sofa getting horny and frisky, when he whispered into my ear asking how I wanted to be fucked on my birthday night, so I told him I wanted anal. He was so happy to hear that....until I said I wanted to fuck his ass....and then I dropped a bombshell....that I wanted to clean out his ass with a suppository first. The look on his face was priceless.
"You fuck my ass all the time, but you have an ass too," I said, squeezing his buttock. I licked behind his ear and whispered, "Who knows, you may like my dildo." When he was horny, twisting him around my finger was easy, and he nodded and said okay go for it you nasty little vixen.
Barely containing my excitement, I led him by the hand to the bedroom and told him to get naked and lie down on the bed. I gazed at him while he stripped, and when he slowly pulled his briefs down, his cock flicked upwards and slapped audibly against his pubic mons.
I nodded and smiled. "Nice, but that won't be doing much work tonight," I said.
He stood there naked, and I knew he wanted me to hold his cock....so I reached around to fondle his supple buttocks instead, grooming him for what was to come. Then I gently pushed him to lie down on the bed.
From my cupboard, I took out the ankle and wrist cuffs he'd bought me for christmas, which he had used twice before to restrain me, but this time it wouldn't be for me. I got on the bed and dangled the cuffs in front of him. "No fucking way," he laughed. I grabbed his cock and tugged it like it was a joystick that could command obedience. And it did, because he settled down and let me wrap the black faux-leather straps around his wrists and ankles. I attached the snap clips between the cuffs, binding hand to foot on either side.
I leaned back to admire my handiwork. He looked vulnerable like a frog on its back, his knees splayed open, arms outstretched to feet on the bed, the muscles of his thighs and calves bunched up by his forced posture, and his erect penis and scrotum at the center of it all. He craned his neck forward to look at me, his pretty face showing signs of anxiety.
"Remember, the safe word is happy birthday, if it becomes too much for you," I teased.
"Huh, what's gonna be too much for me?" he asked, looking at me, his brow furrowed.
I leaned forward and licked the space under his ballsack. "This okay for you?" I mumbled.
"Oh. My. God," he moaned.
I abruptly stopped licking and told him I was going to get the suppositories. I went to the kitchen to get them from the fridge, tearing off three from the dulcolax foil strip, and when I returned to the bedroom, he looked at me wide-eyed in his frog pose, seemingly worried, but I knew he was excited because he was still fully erect, the tip of his cock starting to glisten with his secretions.
I grabbed the KY and gloves from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed to kneel between his wide open legs. I slipped a glove onto one hand and spread lube over the length of the middle finger as he watched silently. But when I picked up the strip of three suppositories, he asked me why I took out so many, so I confirmed his fear that I would be using all of them. I tore open the foil wrap of the suppositories, exposing the white tapered bullets within, and told him they were all going to be inside him shortly. He looked at me, eyes like circles, his lips parted, and I thought he was going to say "happy birthday" or chicken out, but he remained silent.
I grabbed his ankles and with all my strength swung his legs upward and forward until his knees were almost to his shoulders, just like he'd done to me so many times before penetrating me. His puckered hole rose up to greet me, and for the first time in my life I had a taste of what it was like to have sex from a man's point of view....to have the ability and imperative from nature to penetrate a receptive hole, in the invasive yet intimate dance of sexual intercourse.
I slid forward so that my thighs supported his buttocks, then picked up a suppository and brought it to my mouth, rolling the pointed tip on my tongue to lubricate it while watching my bound partner's reactions. I remember him breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling between arms now outstretched upwards. Then I bent forward and brought the tip of the suppository to his anal opening. I took my time to savor my dominant position. I could see his erect penis quiver almost imperceptibly, in sync with his raised heartbeat. His anus clenched sporadically as if he couldn't decide on whether to submit or to resist the impending anal penetration.
Then I pushed the suppository in. I heard him moan softly as I watched the white bullet disappear into his anus. My gloved middle finger followed after. His anal ring clenched tightly on my finger, but it still yielded to my slippery finger sliding slowly but surely deeper into him. I felt the warmth of his body spread into my finger, and then a titillating rush passed through my body. Almost without realizing it, I pulled my finger halfway out and pushed it back in again, instinctively trying to fuck him with my finger....my symbolic penis. I buried my finger almost to the big knuckle and wiggled it around to find the suppository and push it against his rectal wall.
"Oh my god. I hope I'm clean down there," he moaned. I took my finger out and was pleased to see the glove was clean without any odor. "You're quite clean down there babe, but after this you'll be clean for sure," I assured him.
I pushed his legs sideways and he toppled onto his side, knees to his chest, another familiar posture he liked to put me in while fucking me. Before he got comfortable, I stretched his buttock and inserted the second suppository. He moaned again.
"Ouch, my ass is smarting," he complained. "The fuck, is that how it works?" he added, squirming and straining against his bonds. "Sorry babe forgot to tell you, it burns a little at first," I said and then I unlocked his cuffs, releasing his hands from his feet. He looked at me distrustfully like I had poisoned him. I discarded my glove and took off my clothes, distracting him with my nakedness, and lay down against his skin with only my panties on. He calmed down when I caressed his cock which was still hard despite his discomfort. I let him relax for a minute but I was not done with him.
"Get into the doggie position," I told him. "What?" he said, puzzled, and then I realized it didn't register with him. What came intuitively to me, did not to him, or perhaps his dominant male brain could not contemplate being in such a submissive position.
So I explained patiently, "You know, on all fours, like how you love to fuck me in the ass. Tonight your ass is my birthday gift. Present it to me. Don't be shy, stick it in my face."
"Oh I see," he said. "Okay birthday girl," he conceded, and got onto his knees and elbows, face down, ass up. He rested his head on the bed, peering around his shoulder to look at me.
It seems he knew how to twist me around his finger too. Seeing my man submissively present his lean muscular bottom to me unleashed a flood of arousal in me. I remember my thighs trembling ever so slightly, and I could feel my pussy juices flowing into my panties. I knelt in front of his butt, my knees spreading his legs further apart. I reached under to caress his manhood. I stroked his hard cock for a minute, mesmerized by the winking of his lube-moistened anus. It was all I could do to keep myself from asking him to fuck me there and then. I tried to contain my lust by spanking his butt....it didn't work because the pink palm marks appearing on his butt aroused me even further.
(To be continued....).