The Commander’s Birthday Gift
For three years, my relationship with the Commander had been a journey of discovery and intense passion. He possessed a physical presence that was as commanding as his rank, particularly a member of such impressive proportions that every encounter felt like a new adventure. From our very first time, he had pushed my limits, transforming me into a woman of insatiable desire, always ready for him wherever he wished.
Three months ago, I decided to surprise him for his birthday on December 19th. I traveled to the town where he was stationed, and he picked me up from the terminal with a smile that promised a long weekend of indulgence. He took me to a beautiful inn right on the edge of the sea, where the sound of the waves provided the perfect soundtrack for our reunion.
As we began to make love, he whispered, asking what my birthday gift for him would be. I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, and told him I had a surprise. For three years, we had avoided one specific territory—my backside—out of a fear of the pain. But in the heat of the moment, fueled by the salt air and our longing, I felt a sudden, daring courage. We started in the usual way, and as he filled me, I felt him deep in my stomach. The pleasure was an overwhelming frenzy; I was so wet and desperate for him that I begged him to go harder, pushing me toward a shattering orgasm that left me breathless.
He shifted my position, asking me to get on all fours. He cleaned me with the sheets before driving back into me with a force that shook my entire being. The intensity was borderline agonizing, yet it was the most exquisite sensation I had ever known. Between screams of pleasure, I looked back at him and made my request: “Take my ass today. Make it yours.”
The Commander was stunned, knowing how long I had refused. After he spent himself inside me, he took a moment to clean himself, his eyes dark with anticipation. We lay on our sides, his thick length sliding between my cheeks, teasing the entrance. He used his fingers to stimulate my clitoris, easing my tension and preparing my body until I couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. I begged him to put it all in, leaving nothing outside.
He lubricated the tip in my heat first, then slowly, meticulously, guided himself into my tight rear. To my surprise, the pain I had feared was replaced by a profound sense of fullness. As his movements became more intense and rhythmic, I felt him striking deep within me. I urged him on, telling him to push further, to claim me completely. We moved in perfect synchronization, our breaths hitching in unison until we reached a mutual, explosive climax that left us tangled and trembling.
As we lay in the afterglow, I whispered into his ear, “This is your birthday gift. From now on, you are the commander of my ass, and it belongs entirely to you.” Since that day at the beach, we have never looked back.