Birthday Boy (An Ariana Grande Story)

Cons, MF, Anal

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

The door swung closed behind the young married couple as they stumbled into the dimly lit bedroom. Ariana Grande’s legs wrapped around her husband Dalton Gomez’s waist. Her arms behind his neck, he carried her into the room. Their lips were stuck together in a passionate suction. Their tongues played tonsil hockey back and forth, tasting each other’s saliva. Dalton released her onto the bed, allowing Ariana to sit, breaking their entangled embrace. Both the lovers frantically removed pieces of clothing; Dalton nearly stumbling whilst trying to take his socks and pants off at the same time, and Ariana asking for help to unhook her lacey bra. Standing at six-foot-something, he towered over his petite wife. He ran two fingers under Ariana’s defined chin before pushing his thumb into her mouth, nonverbally instructing her to suck. She caught on, and watched his pupils widen with excitement like a cat.

He slid his body up the bed and positioned pillows below his back and neck, giving him support against the hard headboard. Cock already eager, he waited for his dearest to return to him. Ariana was leaning halfway off the bed, furiously digging around in their side drawer as she perused over their selections of lubricant. Passing over both, “warming sensation,” and, “natural pussy,” she landed on a much more pleasant, “tangerine,” scent. She clutched the bottle and swung herself back up. Sitting in front of her husband, she took her phone out to set the mood lighting and play some sensual tunes.

He patiently waited and watched. He was love-struck; he absolutely adored everything she did. It wasn’t long ago the two got married, and they haven’t left their honeymoon phase since. He watched her delicate fingers tap the screen on her phone. He loved the way she started an album and almost instantly upon hearing the first track, disagreed with her choice and go hunt for the perfect symphony to their love making. He even thought it was cute when she complained about the Bluetooth not connecting quick enough. Leaning forward, he stroked her slender legs to comfort her.

After a long couple of minutes, he had gone semi soft. When she finally picked her gaze up from the glowing screen, she had taken notice. Ariana leaned over to get closer to his hardware before unclipping the lid on the bottle of lube. The scent immediately hit the air. On her stomach propping her chest up with her elbows, she slowly dripped some of the lube onto her hands and spread it around her fingers and palms. Her tattooed hands were soft and glowing wet with the liquid. She committed all her attention to covering every inch to ensure sure there were no dry spots remaining. Finally finished, she met his admiring stare. Before reaching back down to the bottle, she kissed the inside of either knees before proceeding to his inner thighs. She finally finished by taking one long kiss on the underside of his head.

With another click of the lid, she filled the room with more fruity scent. Ariana dangled the bottle a couple inches above his stiffening cock and forced a drizzle of lube from the upside-down container. The second the cold lube hit his shaft it involuntarily bobbled, reacting to the harsh change in temperature. His body jolted when Ariana connected her palm with his cock. Careful to keep her hand flat, she coated his entire groin with the same lubricant covering her hands. Problems arose however when she needed to get the spot his hard cock was hiding beneath it. She daintily gripped his shaft only to pick it up for a moment. Her free hand smeared lube where the shadow of his member cast on his body and laid it back down.

Desperate for more, he pleaded. The anticipation was driving him crazy, but she was in the driver’s seat. His wife shook her head and giggled, her long high ponytail swinging back and forth behind her.

With his entire groin carefully oiled, Ariana returned to his thighs. Still on her stomach, she calmy raked her long, painted nails down the inside of his thighs. The tips of her nails forced goosebumps all the way up his legs to his back. She knew how to torture her husband in ecstasy.

After what felt like hours, she finally positioned her hands on his most sensitive organ. Ariana’s left hand cupped his balls while her right hand dripped more lube. Continuing the lathering with his cock, she held it straight up in the air at attention. She had pulled his sheath back and exposed his bright pink head. Her hand circled the top of his cock with the bottle, pouring more cold lube in spirals around his shaft. The viscous liquid slowly dripped down the front and back of his cock. Excess puddled around her hand gripping at the base. She finally discarded the bottle down the bed before finally rewarding her husband’s patience with two fully attentive hands. He threw his head back into the pillow when she rubbed up and down his length. Ariana’s inked up hands looked so small in comparison to the size of the object she so diligently worked. She delegated duties once more. Her right hand serviced his hanging sack. With three complimentary fingers rested beneath, her index and thumb gripped gently where his cock met his balls, the same way a rubber cock ring would grab it’s hold. The two fingers made a ring around the base where they gently tugged south, putting pleasurable pressure on his testicles. Her left hand, meanwhile, was not so gentle. She enthusiastically worked her hand up and down his shaft, pulling his skin up and over his head every quarter second. Both watched as lube splashed and squelched everywhere, making a mess on his inner thighs and the sheets below him. She needed to work him fast.  The thousand-yard stare between the two was accompanied by a slew of lustful exchanges, Ariana asking if he liked it, if he wanted more, how it felt, and Dalton moaning, begging for more, and egging her on. She tugged on his balls more to force both his knees to react. His head to retreat to the pillow once more. She slowed her pace to a near grinding halt to change up her technique. Her left hand now implemented slow deep strokes on his cock, squeezing harder around Dalton’s shaft. Her thumb pressed up against the bottom of his head on his most sensitive spot and held it there while her other fingers worked his lubed pipe. He encouraged her to continue, but Ariana had different plans.

She dropped his cock against his groin where it slapped against his lubed body. Before she fled to the bottom of the bed, Ariana ran her palm against the underside of his member and tease up underneath his balls. When her hand left his body, his cock was very noticeably throbbing and his balls breathing, both begging for more attention.

The sheets were stained with oil. The bottle of lube was half empty. Dalton watched as his pint-sized pop princess posed at the end of the bed. She was on her hands and knees with her back arched towards him. Her thin arms, legs, and torso mimicked an Emily Willis photoshoot. Her long ponytail rain down the spin of her back. Her cheeks, raised in the sky, weren’t large enough to properly conceal any of her entrances. Her tan-stained asshole felt the dry air of the room. Her puffy labia lips protruded out just below it, perfectly clam-like in appearance. She picked up the bottle and clicked the cap open again. At the same height she applied it to her husband’s cock earlier, she held it above her ass and squeezed. Like a garden fountain overflowing, the lube puddled in her anus before trickling down to her folds. Ariana tossed the bottle aside for the night and used an index and ring finger to explore her back door. Dalton watched, cock in his hand, waiting for his number to be called. She spread the two fingers to pry open her tight hole. When she managed, some of the puddling liquid escaped inside. She batted her eyes watching him play with himself.

“I mean,” she paused and spread her asshole farther apart, “it is your birthday.”

That was his cue. Dalton got to his knees and scurried to meet her. In his mind, the length of the bed tripled on his journey down there. Fucking his wife’s ass was something sadly reserved for special occasions. She didn’t often permit it, even on birthdays, so he tossed the idea out of the realm of possibilities. It wasn’t the pleasure that kept Ariana away from anal, it was the tedious amount of preparation. The actual feeling of being stuffed, the taboo nature surrounding being fucked in the ass, and the actual physical pleasure she got from her husband’s cock she all enjoyed.

Both of her legs were laying outside of his, spreading her tiny frame out as far as her hips could allow. He slapped his wet cock against her equally wet hole before spanking her cheeks. She urged him to do it. Her cheeks were red. Her butthole puckered, instinctively trying to push the invading lube out. The tip of his cock laid against her, waiting, but it wasn’t until she gripped his sack like earlier did he shove his head against the hole.

Her new inspired position forced the side of her face flat against the soft sheets. Her ponytail rested next to her while she arched her back deeper. After a fair bit of resistance, her hole finally gave in and allowed penetration. The generous amounts of lube she had lathered along his shaft gave him a smooth ride after the first insertion. The tight walls of her ass pushed against his cock when he pumped inside and clung to keep him inside when he pulled out. The two matched their moans with the motion. When he pushed himself in deepest, the pressure triggered her g-spot, even from the incorrect hole.

Dalton repositioned his knees to pick his pace up. He widened his stance and pressed his messy grip into the dimples on Ariana’s back. He held on tight as he fucked her faster. Returning the same passion earlier, she egged him on: harder, deeper, and faster! There were two slapping sounds bouncing between their bedroom walls: one of his thighs against hers and the sound of his ball sack slapping against her pussy. The friction and sheer amount of lube between them caused a sticky paste to form. He picked his pace up, faster and faster, until he pushed her waist down flat against the bed. He had mounted her, practically standing over top of her tiny body forcing his cock down inside from above. His legs were folded at a pornographic angle while her body shook.

“YES BABY YES,” Ariana shouted. “USE MY ASS!”

He repositioned his hands to either side of her cheeks and spread and she thrusted her body back against his cock. Faster and faster, he pumped until his entire body tightened. He confirmed his grip on her cheeks before his balls began contracting and expanding, flooding her rectum with his seed. He hunched over her body as his cum filled Ariana’s ass up, moaning loudly. He finished with some strained half pumps while his ropes coated her inner walls. His wife underneath rewarded him with a giggle and a pat on the cheek. He pulled his sticky body off hers to slowly pull his cock out. The cork came lose, and a stream of lube-mixed-cum trickled out of her hole, dancing its way down her thighs and the crease her labia created. The inner pink glow of her sphincter almost immediately shrunk back to natural size once the foreign object was removed, sealing the sight of her cummy insides away behind a wrinkled winking door.

He flopped back his end of the bed, where a naked and used Ariana joined him. She scissored his leg with hers and laid a hand on his chest.

“Happy Birthday babe!”