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I want so badly to please you, and so I focus and relax as you enter me from behind. It always hurts, just a little – but soon enough the edge will dull as I become accustomed to your girth. Stretch me open and make me yours. It’s worth the wait, and after that first slow stroke you’re buried in my ass as deep as you’ll go. I clench and unclench my fists and let loose the breath I’ve been holding in. “You ok?” you ask, running your free hand down my back and letting it rest on my hip. You make those tiny circles with your thumb that you always do when you’re feeling affectionate. Pet me before you ravage me, I silently hope.
I nod. You slowly withdraw before pushing into me again, still caressing me and murmuring words of encouragement. I groan. You’re so thick and hard I’m acutely aware of you inside me even though you’re barely moving. It’s a completely different kind of fullness, tinged on the edges with the pain that’s quickly fading. In its place, steadily building as you inch back and forth, is a not-unpleasant warmth which I know will soon cascade into desire. You thrust again and this time the sound which escapes me is clearly a moan. You chuckle. “More?”
“Yes please.” Another thrust, and I know I’m ready for you to let loose and fuck me properly. “Harder.” You comply immediately, hips colliding into me from behind. I nod my head again, this time looking back over my shoulder in the dark. “Give it to me.” Your turn to moan as you buck your hips forward, the couch creaking as it takes my weight and the force of you pushing me into it with your thrusts. You build up speed, fucking me urgently as all the pent up stress from the weeks leading up to this trip pours out of you. You probably would’ve taken me in the gas station bathroom on the drive over but I was on a mission to find a specific brand of snack food and was totally oblivious. Now I’m being made to pay for forcing you to wait.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to concentrate on driving while you were eye-fucking me the entire time?” You blurt, still sliding in and out of me. “Do you?” Oh. That wasn’t rhetorical, I realize, just as you deliver a stinging blow to each of my buttocks. I jolt, but my feet scrabble on the floorboards. Out of habit, I was up on tiptoes in theory to accommodate our differences in height. In practice, this has had the unintended effect of pushing my centre of gravity just a smidge too far, levering me over the couch back’s thick pine log brace. Your grip on the belt keeps me from falling all the way forward, and you nearly crow with delight when you realize how helpless I’ve made myself. Devilishly, instead of helping me get my feet back under me, you simply grip the belt in one hand, grasp my hip in the other and use the opportunity to fuck me relentlessly.
In all honesty, if I wanted to stand up it would be achievable – but it’s much more fun to squirm whilst impaled on the end of your cock. Don’t ever say I can’t play along when sufficiently motivated, my love.
At this moment, my goal is to make you cum as hard as possible, so I wiggle futilely and beg you to keep fucking me. My reward is a brutal series of thrusts that has me crying out. One of my favourite things about anal is that I can manage the full length of you without bottoming out, so to speak. Take me as hard and as deep as you want. I’m yours to use until you fill me or splash your seed across my breasts and waiting mouth. Just keep fucking me and I’ll do whatever you like, I think, as my eyes begin to unfocus. More spanks, but I’m starting to sink into that lovely warm place where the pain and the lingering feelings of shame for doing and *enjoying* such filthy acts are just waves on the beach. More – keep me here. Let’s both forget about the world outside and furthermore, everything else except how your hands feel on my skin, and how you feel deep inside of me. Which is quite lovely, by the way, now that I’m sufficiently warmed up.
Your thrusts are becoming quicker and more regular, so I shake it off and tell you you can finish wherever you like. You barely pause to grunt “I know” before hauling me off the couch and ordering me to my knees in front of you. Off comes the condom, flung into the wastebasket against the wall, and you are suddenly grabbing my face to force your prick into my mouth. It’s the sudden flood of cum that makes me gag – more in surprise than anything. Latex tastes better than ass any day. “Take it all” you demand as the thick spurts fill my mouth and I greedily drink down your orgasm. I nibble and suck until your panting has slowed down and you let a long breath out through your nose. From my spot on the floor, I look up at you, still gently lapping at the tip of your member. The look in your eyes – amused disbelief, pride… that’s what I’m after. Knowing I’ve made you feel good. That you derive pleasure from my body.
The belt drops to the floor behind me with a dull thud. Somehow, we peel ourselves away from the moment and take turns freshening up and settling in for the night. No pyjamas, because I want to feel you up against me once we’re between the warm flannel sheets.
I curl into you as the little spoon, utterly spent and wholly contented. Keep kissing my neck and toying with my nipples as I drift off, lovely man, you. I’m so close to the edge of sleep but there’s one thing I need to remember… “32,” I mutter.
The neck-kissing ceases and your groggy reply lags a few seconds behind. “I thought you said the door code started with a 19-something?”
My turn to chuckle. “No, that’s how many spankings I took tonight. You’ll be paying for them twice over when it’s my turn tomorrow” I drawl, that same evil little grin turning the corners of my mouth up as I feel you stiffen behind me.
*** Thanks for reading! Her turn (Part III) on its way xx ***
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