Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

... and check if you want -- search me. Shake me down.

Your call. If you want to lend me $25, on trust, counting on me being able to pay you back tonight, then please put the bills in my hand, because I'm handcuffed.

If all these years my behavior during the holidays, and especially my silly nursery rhymes, have hurt you... if you think it's fairer for me to painstakingly earn my $25... if you order me to do so, I will kneel now and make you cum with a blowjob, and then I will go answer the door with my face and hair covered in your cum."

Before continuing, Violet let out a sigh.

"If you would now order me to get you an available girl for next year...sigh..., I swear I will obey you and give you the services of a girl who will allow you to eat both her steak and her pussy: but don't ask me to invite in my best friend's daughter, just today, that would not be fair.

You choose the characteristics of this New Tradition of ours. I am aware that I have always boycotted you all the Valentine's Days of the past years, and I would like you to give me this opportunity to redeem myself, before the Ebenezer Scrooge of the Past Years comes, with chains and shackles, to wake me up at night."

I said nothing. Leaving her for a moment in doubt that I might choose the worst option for her gave me untold pleasure. I had always done everything I could to make parties great for others, and today for the first time my wife was providing me with an opportunity to create a new ...

... tradition.

I whispered to her, "Close your eyes."

I grabbed my pants and she heard the sound of the fabric rubbing against the skin of the couch. She could not know what I was doing: perhaps I was masturbating to facilitate the cumshot with which I would paint her face.

After a moment (which seemed to her to last a century) I slipped three ten-dollar bills between the fingers of her right hand. I had also slipped the belt off the loops.

I told her to open her eyes: she thought for a moment that I would whip her, and that I would send her to the main door exposing a red bruise on her buttocks.

I slid my belt above her elbows, squeezing them tightly, and then buckled her. Her breasts jutted forward because the new restraints forced her shoulders into an unnatural position. Perhaps Violet was in a little pain, but she decided to resist to please me... as I had resisted dozens of feminist meetings and dozens of boring theatrical monologues.

I nibbled weakly on one of her nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

"Run and pay Trudy. Leave her a tip. Tell her to leave the boxes in the cabinet. Thank her for her patience and leave the tip. Get right back here."

I closed my eyes, to focus on the melodious sound of her heels running to pay for the delivery.

I listened to short sentences from the two female voices, a double kiss on both cheeks and a couple of joyful greetings. Finally, the girl left, yelling from afar, "Good Luck, Auntie!"

I heard the sound ...