It’s been one of those weeks. Long, draining and not in the good way. Since Wednesday I’ve needed a release.
More than once in the middle of long drives for work I found myself drifting into whole body day dreams of a slowly lowering myself onto a long, hard and girthy cock.
At one point I had to stop driving. I pulled over into a rest stop, which was deserted, and walked into the surrounding forest imagining being bent over – hand against a tree – and taken from behind. Feeling myself filled up. Surrendering my body to someone else’s.
Being the only person around, it wasn’t hard to justify dropping my leggings and feeling my already lubricated clit. Within a minute I created a release. My body supported by a tree as I reached into my own desperate depths.
Once home I told my boyfriend of my need for release. Life had kept us both busy for days and I was promised a good fucking on Friday.
Thank god it’s Friday.
All day my mind roamed to the satisfyingly sized dick attached to my boyfriend. It’s one of those members that checks all the boxes. Long, thick, patient yet demanding, smooth and focused. Our sex is always fulfilling. We have routines we know and love.
I love putting his member in my mouth, I love the feeling of him throbbing inside me, I even love the feeling of him filling my mouth and throat with full loads. I especially love when he alternates between long, slow thrusts into me and sliding his hard cock along my clit until I come to a shuddering climax.
I arrived home today already ready to be taken advantage of. As he filled me in on
his day I was watching nsfw threads and
hoping he would catch onto my vibe.
Eventually I stopped him and said “I need to be fucked, hard, now.”.
He paused and took me in, then silently walked into our bedroom and began undressing.
At first I was shocked at my statement working so quickly. Before I lost the opportunity I followed into the bedroom and stripped. With unspoken sense I found myself on all fours at the edge of the bed. Slowly, he entered me from behind. I groaned with relief. It felt so good to be filled up.
He began to move in and out, full strokes, and I could feel his already thick member growing harder and fuller as we found our pace. I began to let go, my body responding to his, and already craving more release. I wanted to be punished. I needed to push the limits of pleasure and pain.
Without me saying anything, my boyfriend’s thrusting became deeper and harder. Filling all of me. He plunged into me for four or five deep thrusts and then pulled all the way out, resting just his head against my opening while sliding his fingers along my clit.
My body let go a little further. In my mind I felt my whole being anticipate his next move all while slipping into sacred pleasure.
Suddenly he paused, and I felt him spread my cheeks with both hands and slide his wet cock up from my pussy to my taint and then my asshole. I froze. We had never broached anal play. I’d enjoyed it in the past with different sized cocks. Once or twice even experiencing the thrill of two men enjoying both my lower openings (tequila was the fourth party). But never a member of this size..
He gently pushed in and I was torn between resisting the pain and leaning into this new twist from our normal routine.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” he said as his head pulsed at the entrance of my ass.
“Go slowly,” I pleaded. Wanting to find out as much as he did.
He pressed in a little further- both of us gasping. A painful stretch like no other, my tight hole pushed his thick tip out before we could get further.
“Try again, so slowly,” I encouraged.
“Are you sure?”, he asked
“Yes, please” I answered
He slid back into the now ready entrance, gripping my ass cheeks as he pushed in as far as possible. Only the first inch or two made it in before my body tightened in pleasure and pain. He paused,
“Wait,” I said.
Both of us took deep breaths, our rhythm reduced to baited anticipating. I was breathing quickly – I could feel an almost unbearable stretch as I was being forced open by him.. and it felt so good to be on the edge of control with sensation.
Slowly he backed out, groaning with both relief and curiosity. This was his first experience with anal play.
“Your asshole is so tight my dick got compressed!”, he exclaimed, proudly showing me his now expanding cock.
I could only moan in response, now needing him deep inside me more than ever.
He stepped back briefly to take in my exposed back body and then placed one hand on my hip, using his other hand to guide his throbbing cock back into my waiting pussy.
I almost collapsed with relief. This was home.
Then, his thumb entered my teased asshole and began moving in and out of both holes in a steady, rhythmical pace.
I remember saying something out loud in affirmation, though I’m not sure it came out as decipherable words. I felt both fully in my body as well as part of a whole other realm of existence.
I reached my right hand under and began stroking my clit. My boyfriend let out a few pleading groans, letting me know he was holding on but not for long.
The feeling of my asshole being massaged and my pussy being filled while I circled my clit gently with my own fingers was exactly what I made it through the week anticipating.
Within a few moments I felt the wave rise up inside and release- my pelvis and breath contracting before the shuddering release. My pussy literally sighed onto my boyfriends dick, his thumb being sprayed by lube as my tight hole clenched and released.
“Oh my god, I think you need to turn around and finish me off with a blow job now” he stated.
My boyfriend’s cock is one of those cocks you sincerely look forward to putting in your mouth.
I flipped around, staying on all fours and taking him into my mouth. Sucking on just the head at first, flicking my tongue around its edges.
“Get off bed and kneel down” he demanded.
I obeyed. Kneeling in front of him, grabbing the base of his cock with my right hand and taking as much of him as possible into my mouth. I began moving up and down his shaft, keeping his head close to the back of my throat, while massaging his base with my hand.
I groaned, enjoying the sensation of him filling a new space up within me. A few moments later he sighed and groaned, I knew he was close.
Then I felt it. A throb from base to head and a warm liquid filling my throat. I kept moving up and down his shaft, relaxing my lips just enough to let some of the creamy fluid run down his shaft from my mouth.
Then I swallowed and felt him release entirely. Sighing with relief.
I swallowed again and released his relaxing member from my mouth, and looked up to him while licking my lips.
“That was good sex” I said.
“You just needed to be fucked, hey?” He joked.
“Thank god it’s Friday” I said with a smile.