“Yes, sir,” she said, drooling through the ball gag.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Yes! Please, sir! Please, make me cum!”
To provide extra stimulation, I lubed up the butt plug and reinserted it into her anus. Then, I proceeded to fuck her slowly.
Each time I pounded her pretty pussy, I would hit the butt plug with my torso, adding additional stimulation. Judging by the sounds coming through the ball gag, it was a most enjoyable sensation for her.
She started cumming. Clear liquid rocketed out of her, and I could feel the warmness all over my cock. It was like an explosion had been set off inside her, and she was almost crying with joy from the sensation.
I removed the ball gag. She was panting like an animal.
“So good, sir! So good!” she said. “I want to taste you.”
“What do you suggest?” I asked, all the while gently going in and out of her.
“Fuck my mouth, sir,” she said. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste your cum, sir.”
“Don’t you like my cock in your pussy?” I asked, pushing in deep.
“Mmmm, yeah. Oh, yeah.” She gulped. “But I want your cum in my mouth. I want your cum, sir!”
“All right,” I said. “You’ve been good. You deserve it.”
Withdrawing from behind, I moved around to her face. Slipping off the condom, I let my erect penis dangle just inches from her mouth.
“Open,” I said.
She obeyed and opened her mouth wide. I immediately filled it with cock and started fucking her face. Holding the back of her head, I plunged in and out of her sweet lips and mouth.
I could feel the drool pouring out and dripping down my shaft and onto my balls. Dixie made several gagging and moaning noises. Each time she moaned, the vibrations enhanced my stimulation.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded in her mouth. I could feel my hot cum pumping into her cheeks and quickly filling the space in her mouth. She gagged but swallowed every drop.
She seemed determined to do that and was intense about it. When it was over, she sat there on her knees, panting, my cum dripping out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, trying not to flop down on the bed.
I untied her and removed all the constraints. She stretched appreciatively, and I spent several minutes massaging the blood back into her limbs and muscles. There was nothing I would not do for her; to take care of her was a gift, and she returned that gift by trusting me.
We then laid down on the bed and spooned for a while. Relaxed and sated, talk turned toward the future.
“Julius?” she asked. “When do you think this is all going to end?”
“Hard to say,” I said. “The whole world seems genuinely perplexed about this new threat. But they’re working on so many cures in so many countries… I can’t imagine they won’t have something by the end of next year.”
“Next year?!” she said. “I mean… Not that I want to go anywhere without you, but I’d like to go somewhere with you.”
“Believe me, I’ve mapped out several restaurants I want to take you to in my head,” I said. “Everything I’ve read seems to indicate that eventually this will all be over, but what will be left when that happens… I don’t know.”
“Are you worried about the business?”
“Yes and no,” I said. “We could, eventually, transition everything to work online. That would save us some money, but it wouldn’t be enough to keep everyone on the payroll. If businesses aren’t allowed to reopen, our client base won’t be big enough, and there will be so many people out of work.”
“I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to be alone right now,” she said worriedly. “I probably would’ve been forced to move back with my parents.”
“You have a new home now, with me,” I said. “This is where you belong. I’ll keep you safe, no matter where we go.”
“Oh, Julius.” She beamed. “You make me so happy!”
Sprawled out on the bed, we made out in the dungeon, surrounded by the straps, restraints, and toys we’d be using in the future. We had only just begun to explore.
Epilogue
Dixie
Two Months Later
After two months, the lockdown finally ended. Local businesses exploded. and the firm not only came roaring back, but it also had more business than it could handle. Everyone was scrambling to announce their reopening and, flush with government cash, the people came out to spend.
With all the time we had together, the plans for the wedding were made. Julius had an older friend, a judge, to marry us.
We had the judge, and older people like my folks, Facetime their attendance. The crisis was basically over, but we wanted everyone to be safe until a vaccine was more widely available.
My parents, of course, weren’t happy with my choice of Julius at first. They were shocked at how much older he was, and that I had so abruptly broke up with Shawn. To Shawn’s credit, he never called my folks to make trouble. It was just his anger in the moment, an idle threat he didn’t actually go through with.