Homecoming (Part 1)

“How’s that?”

I adjusted the webcam so Hayley could see more easily. She stared at me from her high-backed office chair, that familiar oval face resting delicately on the knuckles of her left hand.

“Better. But I still think you can take more.”

I reached down and felt for the heavy silicone base of the dildo she’d picked out for me. I pressed my index finger against it, then ran my thumb along the slim shaft to measure out the remaining length.

“I think I’m up to about five inches now. Or rather there must be about three left…”

On cue, my ass clenched around the toy filling it and I grunted in concentration, trying to stop my cock twitching again. I knew I wasn’t right on the edge, but I was close, and things were likely to spiral out of control very quickly if I allowed myself even to entertain the possibility of long-anticipated release.

“I bet you want to take it all, don’t you? I can hear it in your voice. All that lovely cock, stretching your tight hole.”

I tried and failed to formulate a coherent response, settling instead for a mute nod. Hayley rubbed the bridge of her nose with one finger, a gesture so casual and instinctive that I wanted to reach through the screen and kiss her forehead.

Eventually she cleared her throat and looked straight into the camera. Without changing her expression, she peeled down the straps of her vest top till they sat below her bare tits. She pushed them towards me and this time I failed to prevent my cock twitching in response.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait for that. You can have one more inch, but that’s it for today. Now stroke your pretty cock for me and think about how good it would feel to shoot all over my tits…”

I worked a bit more of the dildo into my ass and stared at her bare chest, trying not to think too much about the way her warm skin felt against my cock whenever she jerked me off over it. I kept my grip as light as possible and focused solely on the shaft, not daring to run a thumb over the head.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Hayley whispered, and I remembered the last time she’d knelt in front of me, that same focused look on her face as she watched my hand pump up and down, the tip of my cock no more than an inch or two from her mouth.

On this occasion, however, there was to be no messy facial. No orgasm of any description, in fact – she’d made that very clear. Not till I got back from my work trip. Of course I’d agreed to that request before my two-week project was extended by five days, but when I’d suggested a re-negotiation of terms, she’d simply shrugged her shoulders and raised both palms to the sky.

“Your firm’s scheduling error is hardly my problem now, is it?”

And that was that.

So for 18 days I’d sat and squirmed through meetings, adjusted my suit trousers innumerable times to conceal unwanted – and increasingly uncontrollable – erections, and squashed down every single filthy thought that threatened to pull my attention far away from the task in hand. During spare moments and from bed each night, I’d sent Hayley detailed progress reports, covering each of the areas she’d asked me to track: number of times I’d got hard during the day, time spent edging, any increase in cock size or sensitivity levels, fantasies I’d been having, and more.

With one day to go before my early flight home, she’d upped the ante. ‘Will you be able to Skype later?’ read the message on my phone that morning. ‘If so, go to a sex shop on your lunch break and buy a dildo. Pick up some decent lube too. I want you ready for me when you get home.’

I knew exactly what that meant. Or at least I thought I did.

And as a dull ache spread pleasantly through my ass each time I squeezed down on the hastily-purchased dildo, I wanted nothing more than to have Hayley kneeling in front of me again – though this time with one hand wrapped round the base of a strap-on and the other gently caressing my cock.

On the screen in front of me, Hayley pulled her vest back up and blew me a kiss. I smiled and tried to blink away the sweat dripping into my eyes. My balls were so tight that I knew it would hurt just to touch them. Flexing my fingers, I let go of my cock, finally admitting defeat.

“Fuck. I can’t take any more. I have to stop or I’ll-“

“I know! I know. Ok, enough for now. That was wonderful. Clean yourself up and I’ll see you tomorrow night. Can’t wait.”

I reached for the tissues and waved goodbye. Neither could I.

~

The following evening, I stepped out of a taxi and wheeled my suitcase up the path to Hayley’s front door. With a row to myself on the plane, I’d spent six hours trying (and just about managing) to resist the urge to masturbate under my blanket, and as I jammed my thumb against her doorbell I could feel a fortnight-and-more of denial and desire pressing firmly against my trousers.

Hayley opened the door and leaned in to bury her face in my neck.

“You already taste of sweat,” she said, reaching for my suitcase and moving it to one side. “Good.”

I took a half-step back and looked at her properly. She wore the same vest top I’d seen the previous day on Skype, paired with a simple pleated skirt and what looked like stockings. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her short, spiky hair was wet enough that I could tell she’d recently showered.

Behind her, I saw a shadow move across the frosted glass that filled her living room door. Hayley glanced over her shoulder and laughed.

“We’ll be there in a minute,” she shouted. “I just need to get him ready first.”

I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to explain. Instead she pulled me in close again and reached for my belt, tugging it loose as I closed my eyes and allowed a hit of her perfume to wash over me. Reaching inside my trousers, she used her other hand to guide mine under her skirt. At the same moment I felt her nails graze my cock, my own fingers met something cool and solid between her legs. Anticipating my surprise, she held tightly onto my wrist and moved it back and forth along what I quickly realised was the large silicone dildo we’d picked out together a month earlier.

“Who’s that in the living room?” I asked, uncertain what else to say. I knew Hayley would want my ass, but had expected her to use the toy I’d stashed in my case at the hotel that morning. The cock under her skirt was equally long, but felt much thicker, and I remembered what she’d said in the shop as we took it to the counter: ‘pretty sure I’ll have to work up to this one – or rather we both will.’

A throwaway comment – or so I’d assumed at the time, anyway. Hayley often wanted me to use toys on her, and we’d been looking for a dildo to fill her cunt while I fucked her ass, but as she kissed me in the hallway before putting a finger to her lips, I realised that she may already have had other challenges in mind.

As she turned towards the living room, Hayley reached behind her and pulled my erection through the gaping fly of my trousers. Without a word, she opened the door and ushered me inside. I stepped through it a little hesitantly, aware of a deep flush spreading across my neck and chest. The cool air on my exposed cock made it feel extremely sensitive, and I half-shivered, half-squirmed at the sudden acuteness of my physical arousal.

“Fucking hell Hayley, look at that rock-hard dick.”

To be continued…