“Let me change real quick,” Amanda said as she came in behind me, putting her bag down and hanging her heavy coat on the closet door before ducking into my bathroom.
“Sure.”
I was used to this—it was what she did every time she came over—so I just sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone, enjoying the slightly drunken buzz I currently felt from the glasses of champagne I’d had at the party.
A minute later, Amanda came out in a delightful lace lingerie set, white and dainty against her dark black skin, the gold necklace in the shape of Africa hanging between her small breasts, her brown box braids tied in a ponytail high on the back of her head. She smiled seductively, one hand brushing a couple of stray braids back behind her ear, her skin and makeup perfect from the party.
“How do I look, daddy?” she asked. In her British accent, “daddy” came out as “deddy”—a quirk I found both charming and sexy.
“Sexy,” I acknowledged, smiling back at her as I leaned back on the couch and admired, my phone set down for good.
“I’m glad! I have a present for you,” she exclaimed.
“Oh yeah?”
“I do. You were so good tonight, I knew you deserved something special.”
I smirked, we’d gone to dinner and then to a party in Soho for her modeling agency, and I’d spent the time drinking the free champagne and flirting with the other models. We’d been dating for a month or so, though never exclusively, so I didn’t mind doing boyfriend sorts of things when there was free alcohol and beautiful women around.
“Of course, I had a great time,” I replied. “So what’s my present? Is it you?”
“In a sense,” she teased.
She ran her hands over her breasts, then down her flat stomach, then sliding her hands down her toned legs as she bent over to kiss me. She modeled for both fashion and athletic brands, and it showed in her body and in her impeccable sense of style. Next, she spun around, her ass small but perfectly shaped, and she bent over against the wall, pulling her panties to the side.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. She wore a buttplug in her ass—pink, in the shape of a heart. To say I was surprised was an understatement.
“I bought it a few days ago for you, and I wore it all night. Every time I felt it, I thought about you fucking my ass,” she purred.
“Did you now?” I was getting into the mood.
She looked back at me, her brown eyes big. “Yes, daddy.”
I knew from previous conversations that she’d never done anal before. I only had once, with an ex-girlfriend, but it had been years. But in that moment, I knew that I had to—absolutely had to—fuck Amanda’s ass.
I’d matched with Amanda on Hinge a month or so before, and we hit it off immediately, despite the age difference—me 27, her 19. She’d moved to the U.S. from London, and she was in college studying fashion and political science, and I was drawn to her intelligence, plus obviously, her looks.
If I was being honest with myself, I knew she was too immature for me and that it wouldn’t last. In the end, it didn’t. But I liked the status of dating a model, and plus, she was fun to talk to and was incredibly dirty—the kind of girl who was an intimidating badass to everyone she met in the real world, yet enjoyed getting dominated in bed. I could do that, and I would need to bring my A game tonight.
I stood up and spun her around, kissing her—feeling her full lips against mine, the sheen of her lipstick sticking to my lips. She was tall, 5-9 or so, so standing kisses came naturally, as I’m 6-2. Slowly, our kisses got deeper, tongues playing against each other as she wrapped her arms around my neck and I grabbed her ass.
“You’re so bad,” I told her, remembering that I owed her a spanking for when she’d teased me at work (this all being when we still went to work). I slid her panties to the floor, and as she stepped out of them, I sat back down the couch and pulled her to me, lying face down on my lap.
Smack! Smack! Two light smacks, one on each cheek. Smack! Smack! Three, four, these harder than before.
“It feels so good,” Amanda laughed.
Five. Six. Even harder. Seven. I ran my hands over her cheeks, then over her pussy, wet to my touch. Eight. Nine. Now these were hard.
“That’s for teasing me at work this week,” I growled. Smack! Ten, eleven, twelve.
“Mmm, thank you daddy.”
Thirteen. Fourteen. By now, her ass was getting red, visible even on her dark skin. I ran my hand over her pussy again, and she moaned softly. I spread her ass cheeks apart, grabbing the buttplug gently with one hand and slowly pulling it out of her ass as it slowly stretched open. I didn’t take it all the way out, letting it slide back into her. She gasped as it did.
This time I pulled it out. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” she responded automatically as I slowly pushed it back into her, her ass expanding then swallowing it up. I kept playing with it as she moaned, finally leaving it in there.
“You’re such a dirty girl for me,” I whispered into her ear, one hand one her throat, holding her up to my ear, the other hand rubbing her pussy, kissing her neck and her earlobe.
Smack! Fifteen. Sixteen. I wasn’t done with my punishment. Seventeen.
“Spank me harder,” she urged. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one.
“Stand up,” I commanded, and she did, of course. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, looking up at her as she stood over me, pure desire in her eyes.
“On your knees,” I added. Amanda dropped to her knees, pulling her braids again behind her ears. I undid my belt and the button, sliding my suit pants and briefs to my ankles.
She grabbed my cock with one hand, hard from teasing her, looking in my eyes as she licked the head, her mouth settling around it, sucking gently as she began stroking me with one hand. She built a rhythm on it, her gorgeous face looking up at me as she did.
I just sat back at let her work, my hands occasionally pressing into her braids to control her tempo. And work she did—taking me into her throat (only about halfway down my cock, mind you), then coming up gasping for air. She teased around my head with her tongue, looking straight into my eyes, then opening her mouth for me, one hand holding the base of my cock while the other stroked me.
“I love how you suck my dick,” I moaned. That just made her go faster and deeper, her throat open, her love of cock obvious.
“Stand up,” I commanded, and she came up, kissing me, her hand never leaving my cock, still stroking it.
I stood up, unhooking her bra with my hands before pushing her down onto the couch on all fours, her pussy to me, her lips dark and waxed, but betraying the pink inside. Her ass was still plugged, so I slowly pulled it out again and set it down on the coffee table. Both her pussy and her asshole—brown and perfect, obviously tight yet slightly opened from the plug—were open to me as I kneeled down on the rug behind her.
I buried my face in her ass, my tongue on that asshole—flicking back and forth, running around it in circles, slipping just inside.
As my tongue slid down to her pussy, she reached behind her and pulled my head deep into her wetness as my tongue found her clit. I held her body up with my hands—which I knew she found incredibly hot, she couldn’t get enough of my arms or how I grabbed her hard with my hands. I flicked my tongue across her clit, my nose deep in her slit as she squirmed hard under me.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more. She spun around and kissed me sloppily, tasting herself on my mouth.
“Fuck, I need your cock.” She was desperate, pushing me down onto the couch and climbing on me.
“Stay right there,” I escaped her and grabbed a condom from the bedside table across the room, sliding it on as I climbed back down under her. I explained that, though we didn’t normally wear condoms, we’d need to now if we were gonna do anal.
I told her to put the buttplug back in, and she did. Amanda then ran her pussy along my cock before slowly sliding me into her, both of us gasping as she did.
“Fuck, daddy,” she moaned as she adjusted to me deep inside her. “You’re so deep. I can feel you in my stomach.” Just cause she always said that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate it every time.
“And holy shit, I’m so fucking full. The plug in my ass feels so fucking good while you fuck me.” That one was new.
It took her a little while to adjust to my size, but once she did, she started to bounce hard on me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode furiously, her braids bouncing wildly. I squeezed her small breasts, and I could hardly believe how perfectly gorgeous she looked even as it twisted with pleasure.
“Fuck me, daddy, you’re so good to me, you fuck me so good,” she moaned loudly, and I remembered one of her stated goals was to have the neighbors hear.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned as she came to rest, me deep inside her. I let her have a break, then slid down so I could fuck her hard from below. I grabbed her hips, holding her up as I started slamming my cock into her. I wanted her to feel every inch, every stroke. Now she didn’t just moan, she screamed, wordlessly and constantly.
When I got tired, I slapped her ass with both hands and stood up, holding her to me as I walked over to the bed. I put her down, somewhat roughly, to throw her around, and took the condom off, throwing it casually onto the floor.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yes, daddy.” She looked up at me, her eyes desirous but a little scared.
“Tell me what I’m going to do to you.”
Her eyes flashed open, but she complied, “You’re going to fuck my ass, daddy.”
“Beg me.” I got lube out of the drawer.
“Please fuck my ass, daddy.” Her eyes and her voice pleaded.
“Turn over,” I commanded, applying lube to my cock—a lot of it. When she did, I pulled out the buttplug one last time then squirted some more—a lot of that too—onto her asshole. The lesson here is: however much you think you need, use more.
I crawled onto the bed behind her and very, very slowly eased myself into her ass, starting with just the head.
“Oh my god, oh my god, you’re really in my ass,” she gasped. This wasn’t dirty talk; she was legitimately shocked at the feeling, which she described as a particularly intense combination of pleasure, pain, and the odd sensation of taking a shit but in reverse.
As I gave her a few more inches, still very slowly, I paid attention to how unbelievably tight her ass felt.
“Fuck, your ass feels amazing,” I told her as I found myself pretty much all the way inside her ass, not moving too much yet, still letting her adjust. “You’re such a good girl for giving it to me.”
She looked back at me, those beautiful eyes big again, “Really?”
“Yes baby,” I said as I started to pump slowly into her.
“Your dick is so huge in my ass,” she said, which I could tell was her attempt in that moment to be sexy, which in and of itself was rather cute. A reminder that not everyone can be dirty sexy in every moment, even a moment like this—sometimes awkwardness or cuteness slips through.
I went very slow for a long time—minutes, probably—as she adjusted to my size and worked through the pain, grabbing her braids with one hand and letting myself slowly pump in and out of her ass.
“Yes, daddy, fuck me so good.” She started to move her ass back into me in response to my thrusts, so I knew she was getting into it now.
“Harder,” she begged.
I complied, picking up my pace. Amanda screamed—fully in pleasure now—muffling it only slightly in one of my pillows. I leaned forward, gripping her shoulders as I fucked her hard now.
When I needed a break, I let my weight rest on top of her, my arms holding her tight as I kissed her neck, my cock still making small strokes deep inside her ass.
Still leaning on her, I picked up the pace again, she moaned loudly as I grunted with exertion, my cock so deep in her ass. Her body was mine to take in that moment, and I was going to do it.
I could feel my orgasm building, and I grunted out, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, daddy,” she screamed. “Give me your cum all over my face.”
Ever since basically the first time we’d hooked up, she begged for me to cum on her face—I think it was the ultimate sign of her submission in the bed. Or just the naivety of a 19-year-old who’d been with older men who liked porn, best not to investigate too fully. Sometimes I didn’t, of course, but tonight I wanted to cover her pretty model face in my cum, the white of my cum standing out against the darkness of her skin.
With a few last deep strokes, I was ready. I pulled out of her ass, feeling it squeezing me tight and closing behind me as I did. Amanda flipped over, lying on her back, opening her mouth for me as I stroked myself above her.
“Fuck,” I grunted, and I shot streams of cum all over her face—one on her right cheek, two into her mouth, drops falling on her chin and upper lip below her nose. Now covered, she looked up at me and smiled, swallowing what was in her mouth.
“Thank you, daddy.”
“That was so good, thanks for doing that for me.” I leaned down and kissed her, my hands feeling the sweat on her body. She kissed me aggressively back.
She smiled again, this time a laugh. “It felt kinda weird at first, but then it was amazing,” she admitted.
“I’m glad.”
“You wanna come in the shower with me?”
I smiled, “Happily.”
As we got in and soaped each other off, she looked down at my cock, already growing again, and stroked it gently—only further increasing the process.
“It always amazes me how you’re ready for round two so soon,” she marveled.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees and show me what you can do,” I urged, the warm water falling all around me.
“Yes, daddy.” And she did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j2uicc/anal_present_from_my_model_girlfriend_mf