Fiona Flask

ANAL

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ANAL VIRGINITY

It was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had to work late again. So much for a romantic dinner with my husband. Working at the same place, day after day, year after year, when I hated the job and pretty much everyone there could really take a lot of me. I drove home in a daze, thinking that since it was already ten at night, I would have just enough time for a kiss before I went to bed. Sometimes I really hated my job. I pulled up in the driveway and the whole house was dark. Looks like my hubby already went to bed. Great. I don’t even get a kiss for Valentine’s day. What a rip-off. He’d still been asleep when I left this morning, and I hadn’t seen him all day. Worst Valentine’s Day ever.

I walked up the concrete path to the door and noticed that he’d shovelled the snow away for me. How sweet. He must have gotten my text about almost busting my ass on the way to the car this morning. I unlocked the door and walked in. The fish tank in the corner gave off a soothing turquoise glow and made me feel a little better about the day, but not much. It had been weeks since my husband and I had sex and I had to say that I was not one bit happy with that arrangement. I kicked off my shoes and hung up my coat. The silence of the house was overwhelming. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake my husband. I opened the door to the bedroom. My eyes widened as I took in the scene.

There, on the bed, were rose petals scattered all over the comforter. It looked like it had snowed red in the house. In the middle of the bed was a naked man. A six foot, black-haired, blue-eyed, handsome man. And that man, was not my husband. Was this my present?

“Well, what do you think?” My husband’s voice came from behind me. He must have been hiding behind the door.

“That depends. What is he here for?”

“He’s here to fulfill your fantasy. You know, the one we talked about last week?” Last week, John and I had talked about my fetish for watching gay porn. For some reason it just turned me on to watch something go where it shouldn’t. I watched anal videos and it just got me so hot I wanted to be fucked right away. It made me wonder how it would feel if I had someone do that to me. To have a cock in my ass. It was hot to watch, and I’d told John I was a little scared to try it because I was afraid it would hurt. Watching it turned me on plenty and he could always rely on being able to fuck a dripping wet pussy when I was done with a video.

“So… which part are we talking about exactly?” I’d told him that I would love to see him get his ass fucked, and I’d told him if I was drinking some wine and maybe horny enough, I might want to try it myself.

“It’s all about you tonight. Your sweet ass.” My heart started beating faster than it should, and my breath was getting ragged. “This is your Valentine’s Day present.” My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe he was being so generous to me.

“OK, so tell me how this starts out.” He came over to me and guided me to our armchair in the corner of the room.

Suddenly it felt like all my clothes were too tight. As my husband led me towards the bed, my breathing got deeper and my hands gripped his hands a little too tightly. There was a box on the bed, and it was closed. I was curious to know what was in it, but I already knew that if I asked he wouldn’t tell me. The stranger was on the bed, staring at me as my husband stripped my clothes off. My husband put me on the bed then, on all fours, with the firm instruction not to turn around and look. I obeyed for once, because I was curious about this surprise he kept talking about. I could hear him opening the case behind me. The man in front of me was given a job. He was to make sure my eyes were on him. That didn’t really require much effort from him because my eyes were glued to his cock anyway. I kept thinking how nice it would be to have it in me.

Behind me, John was opening a bottle of lube. He took a small dildo out of the box and covered it generously with lube. He approached me from behind and gently started to ease it into my ass. This was a complete surprise, and on instinct, I clenched my cheeks together.

“Come on, honey, it’ll be OK. You said you wanted to try this, right?” I did, but I was so nervous and scared to do it, I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t back out of it. “Just relax, and I’ll take care of the rest OK? We’re going to start off small. We’re going to ease you into it.” I let my ass relax, but I was still nervous. “How does it feel?”

“To tell the truth, it feels a little weird, like, I have to go to the bathroom.” I told him the truth, but the blush that came to my cheeks was beyond my control. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that in front of a total stranger. Even as I stared at the stranger’s cock, I could feel the slim dildo inching into me still. Slowly, slowly, stretching my virgin ass open. My tight ass squeezed the thin dildo so tight, I worried it might shoot out of me. But it didn’t. It continued to enter, guided by my husband’s steady and gentle hand.

Once the dildo he had in his hand was all the way in, and he pumped my ass with it. It was a foreign feeling, completely unlike vaginal sex. It had an ache to it, and a tightness I had never felt with my pussy. I gripped the dildo so tightly as it entered and exited. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I managed to loosen up and relax a little, so the dildo entered me easily, and my husband pumped me until I moaned and begged for something larger. He pulled out the thin dildo and laid it on a towel.

“Ready for something a little bigger?” he asked.

I nodded, apprehensively.

John took a longer, thicker one and lubed it up the same way as the first. He put it to the entrance of my ass, and pushed the tip in. I bucked and yelped. It hurt. I was surprised. I thought I was ready… He froze immediately.

“What is it, babe? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s OK. Keep going.”

“Are you sure? I can stop at any time.”

“No, it’s fine.” He shrugged and shoved more of the dildo into my ass. I bit down on another yelp so he wouldn’t know that it hurt. On instinct, I clenched again. That made it worse and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. I had to talk myself down and finally I could relax again. John was slowly fucking my ass with the dildo, and it was getting good again. Honestly, this might make me come faster than if he was just fucking my pussy. I was getting really wet because of how good the dildo was feeling. He pulled it out again, and took out one that was the size of a normal cock. I looked over my shoulder and saw him lubing it up, but it was very intimidating. I almost said something to him, but this was all being done because I told him that I wanted to try this some time, and well, some time was now. I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by backing out now.

“Are you ready for this one? It’s quite a bit bigger.” There was a slight warning note in his voice, and I took that to mean, if the one before this one hurt, this one would be worse.

“Yup. Go ahead before I change my mind.” He hesitated.

“Honey, tell me the truth. Do you still want this or not?”

“Yes!” I was trying to sound more convincing, but it came out more like I was yelling at him. He looked at me strangely, but he put the tip to my ass and pushed… hard. It hurt like hell, entering me inch by inch, over a period of about two or three minutes. One it was all the way in, but then he let it just sit there. My ass was stretching open, but it didn’t really hurt as much anymore. Once he thought that my ass was stretched enough, he began to slowly pump that big dildo back and forth, in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes. It felt so good. I started moaning as he went a little faster. My eyes closed and I started rocking back and forth to meet the thrusts of the dildo. When I opened my eyes, I could see that the man in front of me was fully aroused. Looking behind me confirmed that my husband was too. He motioned to the man on the bed and the stranger got up and walked around to where my husband was. The man started lubing up his cock, and my husband pulled the dildo out, putting it on the towel with the others. He came to the head of the bed and crawled onto it, stopping right in front of me. He got on his knees, and wrapped my long hair around his hand. He pulled my face to his dick and I opened my mouth to suck him.

“Mmm, yeah, baby. Just like that. Suck that cock.” I was giving my husband a blowjob for all I was worth. He deserved it after the surprise he had rigged up for me. I froze as I felt a warm, lubed cock at the entrance to my ass. My husband was now fucking my face and the thrusts he was making made me rock back and forth, taking the stranger’s cock in more and more with every rock. The stranger reached around and started rubbing my clit at the same time. Oh god it felt amazing. Two cocks in me at once. Fucked in two holes at once… It felt so good to have the stranger’s cock sink so far into my ass. It was so hot. It felt much nicer than the cold dildos. The cock in my ass was making me have to hold back my orgasm. My husband thrust deep into my throat and came. Spurts of his seed hit the back of my throat and I swallowed each creamy drop. The stranger came in my ass, and when I felt that pressurized stream of jizz, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came too. Bright lights fired in my brain. My body went taut, then fully limp as the waves of pleasure cascaded through me.

The stranger went to the bathroom to wash up.

“So tell me, where did you find that guy, and who is he anyway?” This part was important to me, because I wanted to know where I could find another one like him. The man was gorgeous and obviously knew what he was doing. His come was dripping out of my ass as I asked the question.

“I know his name, but he wants to keep it on the down low. He works at the Ace Hardware store down the road. I’ve just been calling him Ace and he seems OK with that.” I nodded. Anonymity was always a good thing. The door to the bathroom opened, and Ace came out, smelling good and completely clean and shiny with water. My eyes went to his thick cock immediately. My nipples were instantly hard again and I was starting to get wet. I was so focused on Ace, I wasn’t paying attention to my husband. He must have seen the effects Ace was having on me though, because he reached over and started twisting and pulling on my nipples. I’d been on my side, facing him, but now my arm wouldn’t hold me up anymore. I lay on my back, enjoying what he was doing to me. Fingers found my slick opening and inched their way inside me. I moaned out loud when they started to pump back and forth. I spread my legs wider to give him more access. I opened my eyes just a little and gasped. It wasn’t John’s hand that was pleasuring my downstairs, it was Ace’s. Not that it mattered, the man was great. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. John’s mouth covered one of my nipples and he started sucking on it.

“Mmm, yeah, baby, that’s what I like,” I moaned. My free hand tangled in his hair. I loved his hair, it was so full and thick sometimes my fingers actually got tangled in his curls and it took a second to get them free. The bed dipped down a little as another weight settled on it. Ace had knelt on the bed between my legs, and while his one hand was still buried in me, his other hand was stroking his cock slowly, teasingly, like he knew what it would do to me if I watched him. He began to lean forward just enough so the tip of his cock touched my clit, teasing me for a few seconds before he pulled back. It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it just made me want him inside of me that much more. I looked over at my husband, who was watching all this and getting more aroused than I’d seen him in a long time. “What are you thinking over there?” It was hard to get the words out because now Ace was rocking back and forth and just barely letting the tip of his cock go inside me.

“I’m thinking I like to watch you fuck other men.” I smiled at him, but had to cut it short to let out a moan. Ace’s tongue was lapping at me like he was a puppy and my pussy was his water bowl. My hands tightened on the sheets and my hips came off the bed. Damn this man was good. “I think she’s had enough teasing, give it to her, I can see she wants it.” That rat bastard. He planned this whole thing with this man before I came home from work. Now I was just the unsuspecting plaything that got in the middle of all of it. Well, two can play that game. Ace put the head of his dick at my soaking wet entrance and started to inch in with little thrusts. Oh, god that felt good. My hips started to thrust a little themselves, and I made sure to match him as best I could. Once he was in, he just let me feel him for a minute or two. He was stretching me out and boy did I love it. Ace started to fuck me in earnest then, and every thrust had him hitting my G spot. I was almost ready to come when he stopped. What the hell did he stop for? I wanted to keep going. He pulled out of me and I opened my mouth to say something when he lay next to me on the bed and motioned for me to get on top of him. Well, OK, I guess I can’t yell at him for that.

I crawled over him on my hands and knees and slowly lowered my pussy on to his cock. We moaned together when he was buried in me to his balls. I started bouncing up and down but he stopped me. He pulled me forward a little till I was basically crouched over him and started thrusting into me that way. I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain on the how, as long as I was going to be getting fucked.

Behind me, and completely out of sight and mind, John was standing there, stroking his dick. Every now and then he would squirt some KY jelly on his hand and lube up his dick. I was totally unaware of that, because I had plenty to focus on over here on the bed. Ace’s cock was deep in my pussy, and his hands were on my nipples. Mmmm, god this was amazing. I must have moaned a little harder than usual, because the next thing I knew, John was behind me and his cock was at the entrance to my ass. I looked over my shoulder.

“It’s going to be OK, babe. I got it all lubed up for you and I’ll go slow and be gentle.” This was the moment of truth. My husband’s cock was the biggest, thickest phallus in the room. Here was the real test. I wasn’t drunk, but god was I turned on. And the thought of having two guys fuck me at once was just… well, I didn’t know what, but I know that I wanted it. I nodded to John and he advanced, cock swinging. I could see that it was covered in lube, even in the dim light. He pressed the tip of his cock to my opening again, and I held my breath. Ace was pounding me, and tugging on my nipples, so I couldn’t hold it for very long. The thrusting from Ace was making John slide in more and more. Tighter and tighter and tighter. My ass hugged my husband’s thick pole so hard I almost screamed. Inch by aching inch, I took the thickest, longest cock into my ass. I fought through the pain because I knew on the other side… would be pleasure. When Ace and John got a rhythm going, I was speechless. They were in tandem, fucking my holes and Ace was still working his magic on my nipples. I was moaning nonstop. Screaming with pleasure. “You want us to step it up a bit, babe?” My husband’s voice broke in on my waves of pleasure, forcing me to focus on what he’d said.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I want you guys to pummel me.” They were true to their word and started drilling my holes. “Fuck me, boys! I want you to fill my holes with your come!” I was screaming in pleasure, and I came so hard I almost slipped off Ace’s dick on account of there were too many fluids leaking out of me. He grabbed my hips and held me in place so he could shoot his load deep inside of me. “Come in my ass, John. Fill my ass with your come!” My husband spurted deep inside me, and I could feel both hot, sticky streams clogging me up. I rolled off of Ace and just laid on the bed, utterly spent. Ace pulled on his clothes and left, while John went to get in the shower. I must have fallen asleep for the twenty minutes it took him, because when he came out he shook my shoulder gently.

“Hey, princess. How was that for a Valentine’s Day present? Beats dinner, doesn’t it?” I reached up over my head and behind my shoulder to play with his hair.

“Oh, god yes. That was, for lack of a better word, fucking amazing. I felt more alive tonight than I have in a long time. When the both of you were inside me it felt so great I wanted to come over and over again. I just wish we would have done that sooner.”

“Oh really? It was that good, huh?” I nodded at him as he cuddled me from behind. “Well maybe the next time I bring company home for us I’ll bring two guys so we can stuff that pretty mouth of yours full. Would you like that?” An image of me on my knees with a cock in every hole filled my mind and a delicious shiver ran through me.

“Oh yes. That would be wonderful. I can’t wait for that. What other nasty ideas do you have, honey?” I was completely perked up now to any ideas John had because this one had been such a success.

“So, now someone’s interested in the kinky shit, huh?” I nodded again, eager to hear what he had in mind. “Well, what about a strap on? Do you want to be the one to fuck my ass?” I turned my head so I could kiss him. “I’ll take that as a yes. Maybe we could try an orgy or a train on you. Some handcuffs or maybe some rope…” He put his hand under his chin to make it look like he was thinking hard.

“You’re getting me wet already just thinking about it.” He chuckled in my ear.

“Is that so? Why don’t you prove it?” I reached behind me and found his hand and guided it to my dripping pussy.

“Proof enough, cowboy?” Instead of answering me, he shoved his fingers in as far as they would go and started pumping them hard. My body may have been tired, but my pussy was open for business. I arched a leg to give him better access. He slipped his cock in where his hand had been moments ago and fucked me for all he was worth. I screamed as I came again and felt the delicious aftershocks of my orgasm radiating throughout my entire body. I curled up against him, think we would go to sleep now, since the clock on the nightstand said one in the morning, but he had other plans. His cock was still rock hard, and it wasn’t going to go away until he came again. He shoved it in my ass, and I gasped. Not from pain, but from the sheer bliss of feeling his thick meat in there again. I moaned and started grinding on his rod. He laughed in my ear.

“I think I’ve created a monster. Pretty soon you’ll be telling me I can only fuck you in your ass.”

“Not at all,” I gasped. “As long as you bring someone else to fill it while you fuck my pussy.” My talking dirty to him usually turned him on more so he had a thought. We have a box of toys under the bed so I can take care of myself when he’s not around. He pulled out of me for just a minute, telling me to close my eyes. I was anticipating the next surprise, so I obeyed. I could hear him rummage around for a second or two, then I felt him stuff his dick back in my asshole. It fit easier each time he did it, so maybe he was right about the no pain after a few fucks part. I moaned in ecstasy when he was in all the way. He pulled my leg back up the way I’d had it, and took one of my vibrators out of the box. It was long and thick and it had the rabbit ears for my clit. He switched it on and shoved the dick part into my pussy, pumping it in and out of me. My body started to shake, I could feel a huge orgasm building. Every thrust of the vibrator brought the rabbit ears to my clit and the pressure and vibration combined was winding me up tight, getting me ready for a volcanic explosion.

“Now, open your mouth and do what I tell you.” He pulled a dildo out of the box and stuck it in my mouth. “I want you to suck that dick like your life depended on it. I took the end of the dildo in one hand and started fucking my mouth with it, showing myself no mercy. He synchronized with the vibrator and the combined pounding pushed me over the edge. My screams were muffled by the dildo in my mouth. He gripped my hips hard, again, and came with me. The two of us collapsed on the bed. I couldn’t even move. John took the blankets and covered me up as oblivion took me.

* * *

The sun was shining, I didn’t have to go to work, and I was well satisfied from last night. When I moved, I could feel our combined juices, dried on my thighs. I turned around and woke John up with a kiss.

“Good morning, handsome. How about joining me in the shower?” He yawned and looked at me. Then he grinned.

“You don’t want me to join you in the shower, you want me to help you walk over there, admit it.” My cheeks flamed as he guessed the truth.

“I have no problem with you joining me, I was just hoping for a little help in getting there. I would actually prefer that you come with me.” He laughed at my backpedalling.

“And you need someone to hold you up while you shower, huh?” I looked away from him. “I knew it.” He was teasing me. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the tub while he got the water good and hot. When he turned around to help me up, I was staring at him.

“What’s that look for?” I smiled at him.

“Nothing. I just wanted to tell you I love you.” He smiled and his inquisitiveness went away.

“I love you, too, princess. Now let’s get you all cleaned up.” He helped me wash myself and get all the dried juices off of me. He held me while the warm water cascaded over my body, and it felt like I was being enveloped in pure love. The physical heat and the emotional heat blended together to make a cocoon around me that I never wanted to metamorph out of. When we were finished, he let me go back to bed while he disappeared downstairs. I guess I must have dozed off a little, because the next thing I knew, he was sitting on the bed next to me with a tray. The smell of bacon and eggs reached my nose before I could even sit up enough to see what was on the plate. When I did, tears came to my eyes. He’d not only made breakfast, he’d cut the food into letters to spell out, ‘I LOVE YOU’ on the plate. He set the tray down on the nightstand for me and I threw my arms around him.

“I love you too, honey.” He held me for a while, but the food smelled too good not to be eaten, so I was forced to let him go long enough to eat. It was the best day of my life, and he was still adding to it. The weekend was a glorious escape to us because I didn’t have to go to work, and we could spend time with each other for a full forty-eight hours. We finished eating, and I was kind enough to share, and then we snuggled for a bit. Being lazy on a weekend when there’s nowhere to go and no one to see is one of the finest things in life to me. We lay together, just holding each other, and that’s something that means more to me than all the sex in the world. The fact that he’s willing to snuggle with me without wanting anything else, means he loves me and doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

Around noon, he finally got up and started putting on some clothes. I was curious, but I decided to wait and see what was going through his head. I watched as John went over to the closet and took out my favourite pair of jeans, and a V-neck hoodie that I’m very fond of. He put them down on the foot of the bed, then went over to the dresser and pulled out socks, panties and a bra for me. Adding them to the pile, he sat down and waited expectantly.

“Is that a hint that you want me to get up and get dressed?” I asked playfully.

“Well, if you do then I get to take you somewhere we’ve been wanting to go for a while now.”

“You do know Valentine’s Day is over, right? You don’t have to get me any more presents.” I pulled the blanket off and started dressing myself.

“It’s a present for both of us.” Hmm, that sounded intriguing. Almost enough to be worth leaving my nice warm bed. I shrugged on my hoodie and spread my arms wide.

“Ta da! All done! Where are we going?” He shook his head at me and did the motion for locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“Not telling. You’ll just have to wait and see.” I pouted at him.

“Not fair. You know how impatient I am.” He laughed because he knew it was true.

“It’ll be all right. Just get in the car and I’ll be right there.” I gave him a scrutinizing look, but nothing about him gave away any hints for the location that he was so secretly guarding. I stuck my tongue out at him and sashayed by him to go and put on my shoes. I waited in the car for about five minutes before he came out the front door and locked it. Damn, he really did have a nice ass. I tried to stop the memories from the night before from leaking into my head, but even so, my panties got a little wet. He climbed in and started driving. He didn’t have a map, so I’m guessing he knew where he was going. I had no clue.

“So… you gonna tell me where we’re going?” He grinned at me and winked.

“Not a chance, princess. It’s a surprise. But a good one, I promise.” I crossed my arms over my chest and fake pouted at him, which only made him laugh. “Are you going to give me the silent treatment until we get there?” In reply, I turned away and stuck my nose in the air, giving him a humph for good measure. I could hear him chuckling. I stared out the window until he pulled the car over. The place had to be on his side of the car because everything that I’d seen on my side didn’t look like anything even close to somewhere that I wanted to go. “We’re here.” I turned to look out of his window. When I saw it I had to laugh. It was a boutique. A sex boutique. My mouth dropped open. We’d joked about going to one, but never had the courage to do it. We got out of the car and went inside. We browsed together, and when he pointed to the strap ons, I blushed a little. He picked one out that he wanted, and we grabbed a nice pair of cuffs to go with it. We had a nice little basket full by the time that we were ready to check out. It’s a good thing that this was the weekend, because I was ready to test some of those toys out.

* * *

I crawled on the bed and started kissing my man. It didn’t last long, because I knew what I wanted. I usually fast forwarded past the kissing part of the videos. My husband looked up at me as smiled as he slid down my body and took my rock hard strap-on dildo in his mouth. I couldn’t help it, I was soaking, dripping wet. John’s head was bobbing up and down on my cock and I let out a moan.

John took me all the way into his mouth. My nipples were sticking up through the thin material of the lace bra I was wearing. After a few minutes, I pushed him away and turned him around. He got on all fours on the bed. I got behind him and slowly eased myself into my husband’s ass. My hand slid up to one of my erect nipples and started tugging on it, sending tiny bolts of lightning throughout my entire body. As I watched my thick pole pound my husband’s tight ass, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I let my other hand drift down to my clit, above the strap-on, and I rubbed my pleasure button gently with the tips of my fingers as I continued to pound John’s ass. I wanted to draw this out as much as I could because this scene was absolutely amazing. John was moaning along with me. My thighs were coated in my juices.

“You like my cock in your ass, my love?” I asked John.

“Yes, I love it,” he moaned.

I came, gushing around the strap-on. My pussy contracted. My abs tightened. “I’m coming!” I screamed. I buried myself in his ass, moaning and pumping. The orgasm flowed through me like a waterfall, wiping me clean. John groaned and spurted onto the sheets, and we both collapsed in post-coital ecstasy.

The day after Valentine’s is shaping up to be almost as good as Valentine’s Day.

ANAL FANTASY

The strobe lights were flashing bright colors over all the sweaty young bodies in the club tonight… the sweaty young naked bodies. Their gyrating bodies made me flush red and hot under the collar. I bit my lip as I watched the younger people grind against each other. All perky bouncing breasts and erect penises. All of the sudden, I felt like I didn’t belong. Here I was, fully clothed and too old for the crowd, looking onto this scene. I’m suddenly not sure why I came. Who among these people would find me enticing? When there’s bodies like those to contend with?

Interrupting my anxious thoughts, a young man walked up to me, completely naked, and held his hand out for me to shake.

“Hello there,” he said. “You look like you’re new here.”

I blushed and looked anywhere but at his nether regions.

“Yeah, it’s my first time at a place like this,” I told him, “and it’s a little overwhelming if I’m being honest.”

He nodded in understanding. “Why don’t you and I go somewhere a little more private, and we can talk a bit more about what brought you here?”

He held his hand out to me in invitation, and I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I took it. We wound our way through orgies and threesomes before he pulled back a heavy, red velvet curtain to reveal a private little alcove. It was cozy, and it had plush upholstered pillows on a huge round bed. He led me to the side and I sat down stiffly.

“So, let’s start with the easy questions,” he began.

I tried to smile at him, but I’m not sure that I managed it properly.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” he asked.

I blushed at his boldness.

“Well, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, since this was my first time. So I thought I’d keep covered up for the time being.”

He looked at me like he could see right down to my soul. “It seems like there’s more to it. Go ahead and tell me. Don’t be shy.”

Something told me that I shouldn’t bear my soul to a complete stranger, but in the cozy little bed, it wasn’t really like he was a stranger, it felt more like we were having pillow talk. I took a deep breath and launched into the story.

“I’m… over forty.” I watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise, and I wondered if he would run from me now.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but you really don’t look like it. Are you sure?” I laughed and nodded.

“I’m over forty, and my husband left me for a younger woman. I spent my life pleasing him the way he liked it, but it was never about me and what I liked or what I wanted to try. So tonight I came here to see if maybe I could finally get my dreams fulfilled. The only problem is, there doesn’t seem to be anyone near my own age here. I’ve got nothing to compare to the young women in here, so when they asked me to take off my clothes at the front door, I politely declined.” My cheeks were burning, and I hurriedly looked away at the floor. I hoped that the dim lighting would be enough to hide my embarrassment. He put a hand under my chin and turned my head back to look at him.

“I think that you’re beautiful. I wish I could see more of you, but you really are beautiful.” I wasn’t sure if I was going to believe him, but a big part of me wanted to.

“Why did you single me out of all the women here?” The question slipped out before I had a chance to stop it. He chuckled and leaned back against the pillows.

“Well, you first caught my attention because you weren’t naked, but when I got closer, I could see your face, and like I’ve said, you’re beautiful.”

I was at a loss for a reply. The man took my hand in his and guided it down to his cock. It was fully erect.

“Does this feel like I’m lying to you?”

It was the first time I’d touched anyone but my husband, and it was a shock to me. “Wow. Um, no I’d say that would make your statement accurate.”

I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help noticing that he was a pretty good size, and he already had a drop of precum on the tip of his cock. A flutter went through my stomach, and I asked myself if I was really going to do this. I mean, I wasn’t exactly ashamed of my body, just, not up to the standard that was walking around the club. I stayed in shape and nothing on me was plastic, but sometimes, that just didn’t cut it anymore. These days, the standards seem to suck women inward. Black holes in their stomaches. Everyone wants to be a stick.

“Are you going to make me beg to see more of you?” asked the man.

I couldn’t believe that he was still being serious. I was nervous and fumbling, but I slowly slid my trembling hands to the hem of my shirt and started to ease it up. I paused once, but with a deep breath, I managed to pull my shirt up higher than the underwire on my bra. I could do this. When my shirt was on the floor, he looked at me with an appreciative glance.

“I like what I see. Don’t keep me waiting, I can get very impatient.” He winked at me, and it sent delicious shivers through me. Part of me wanted to see what would happen if he did get impatient, but I knew that I had to take it easy the first time, because I might only get a first time. Not all young men wanted an older woman over the tight flesh that was bouncing around outside of the curtain. I slowly reached back to unhook my bra and shimmied it off to join my shirt. I watched as his hand strayed to his cock and started to rub it gently. Jeez, how old was this man, anyway? This kid? This boy? He looked about 22 or 23. His muscles were lean, his skin was smooth and his cock was harder than any I’d ever seen.

Watching him get turned on to me, made me get turned on, and it gave me a boost of confidence. I grabbed the button on my jeans and slowly slipped out of the hole, before I slid the zipper down in an agonizingly slow movement. His hand started to go faster as I began to push my jeans down. I hadn’t worn panties, just in case, and I could see his eyes get wide when he took me in. “Wow. You look amazing.”

I smiled my thanks and he patted the bed.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

I was a tornado of emotions. I was nervous, but extremely pleased that I could turn on this young stud, and I was turned on myself.

“Well, if you insist,” I teased. I got back on the bed, but I was hesitant. He was lying on his side, facing me, so I mirrored his pose. He looked at me for a short while, then his hand slowly breached the space between us and grabbed my breast. Electricity shot through my body, like plugging in an old machine that hadn’t worked in years and was now getting a turbo charge. I leaned my head back and moaned as he continued to massage my breast. My eyes closed of their own accord, and then I felt a gentle push. I was already off balance, so I was pushed onto my back, and before I knew what was happening, both of his hands were on me, pinching gently, pushing my breasts around, and tugging on my nipples. I didn’t expect the sensations to be so sharp. Granted, it had been a long time since the girls got taken out for a spin, but I didn’t think things would intensify so much. Feeling a man’s skin on mine after all that time was unlike anything else. I let out a moan of pleasure, and then I heard him laugh softly. I was about to ask him what was so funny, but I didn’t get a chance to, because his mouth was now on mine. It started off soft and gentle, but then it turned frantic. It was almost like we had to devour each other in order to survive. Our tongues were in a duel that didn’t seem to end, until he pushed his whole tongue into my mouth, and I latched onto it, sucking on it gently. He moaned, and I could bet that he was imagining my mouth on his cock.

Slowly, almost lazily, he trailed his tongue down my jaw, along my neck, to my breast. I shuddered under him, and I could feel myself growing wet. We hadn’t even done much and I was already hot for him. How could that happen? He sucked on my nipple, and it took less than a second for it to stand straight up. He nipped it gently, and I cried out in surprise. When I looked down at his face, he was wearing a devilish grin. I almost reprimanded him, but then his hand closed over the other nipple and twisted and tugged on it, and my eyes rolled up into my head. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple, and the rush of cold air on my wet nipple was enough to make me moan and reach to the back of his head and tug on his hair. I wanted to hold on to him so I could feel like I was anchored. It seemed like everything I’d always wanted from my husband, but couldn’t get, was happening now, and it would all be a dream that slipped away in the night if I didn’t grab on and hold tight. I moaned again as he nipped me. This time my hands were tangled in his hair, and when I tightened my grip on his soft curls, he moaned with me.

“Why don’t you tell me what it was that you wanted to try,” he said, after a while.

I hadn’t expected him to ask. I thought he would just take his pleasure however he wanted it. That’s what my husband used to do, after all, and I was used to that. True, I had never been very vocal, but he had never asked me if there was anything he could do to make things better for me. Now, here was my chance. Here was my moment to tell him about my fantasy… About how I’d always wanted a man’s thick, hard cock to stretch my asshole wide and hammer away at me. I wanted cum inside my other hole. All I had to do was open my mouth and ask this young man. I was sure he would be game. He would delight in it. He would be ecstatic to take my anal virginity.

But… still, I was nervous. Still, I was shy…

“When my husband and I had sex,” I said, slowly, unsure of where my sentence would end, “it was always in the missionary position, and I never got to do anything else.” He stopped nuzzling my breast in surprise.

“You’re joking, right? You never did anything? No foreplay, nothing?” He looked genuinely shocked, and it made me feel bad when I shook my head yes. “Wow,” he said. “I guess this is more serious than I thought. Alright. I’m going to let you take charge, then. You tell me what you want me to do. Does that sound OK? That way you won’t have to worry about being pushed out of your comfort zone, and you can have the fun you wanted to have trying these things out.” I smiled at him. Why couldn’t I have married this man instead of my husband? Oh yeah, he hadn’t been around at the time… as in, not born yet. I pushed all of those thoughts from my head before I answered him.

“I would feel better if you kind of guided me along, and that way, if I don’t like it I can just stop.” I still wasn’t comfortable enough to just tell him to fuck me in the ass. To take my ass and pound me…

He held up his hands as if he were surrendering. “That’s fine with me, beautiful.”

He leaned down and got my nipples to stand back at attention before I even knew what was happening. I moaned and arched my back, throwing my breasts against his face. I felt his tongue lick at the cleavage between my breasts before slowly starting to trail down over my stomach, and then lower down to my core. My legs were trembling slightly as he put his hands on either side of my knees and pushed them apart. I had an idea of what was going to happen, after all, I knew all about these things from my girlfriends, and the stories we’d swapped about our husbands, but I’d never actually been privileged enough to experience it. He flicked his tongue out and I almost jumped out of my skin.

I balled my fists into the blanket that was covering the bed and held on tight for the ride. His tongue traced languidly down the length of my snatch, and it sent more of those delicious shivers throughout my body. Every now and then, one would be so powerful that my hips bucked off the bed a little ways. When that happened he laughed, but before I could scold him for the laugh, he would be right back where he started, making me twist and turn the blankets in my hands until I was afraid that I would unravel the threads. He started to lap at me like a kitten would a bowl of milk, and it damn near drove me insane! I wanted him in me. Deep inside.

“You’re just teasing me now,” I complained. “I want you really bad right now. Can we do something about that?” He laughed again and shook his head no. Apparently, he wasn’t quite done teasing me yet. He stuck his tongue straight out, then put his hands on my ass cheeks and spread my legs even farther apart. He started probing my slick hole with his tongue. It felt great, but a tongue isn’t a nice, long, hard cock, and it was still only teasing me. I reached down again and grabbed his hair, gently pulling on it until he came up for air, then I put my hands on his chest and pushed him so he was on his back. It was only fair that I tried to make him feel as good as he had me, so this would be my first attempt at oral. I slid my hand around his cock, then crawled up between his legs until I was able to sink my mouth around his cock the way I would a popsicle. I watched his eyes close, and it gave me encouragement. I licked at him the way he had me, and I could see that he almost bucked off the bed every time my tongue traced over the underside of his shaft.

Good, then I would focus my attention on that. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could, covering the underside of his cock in little licks, then I slid my mouth as far down his shaft I could manage. I was proud of myself for not gagging, and still being able to get most of him down. I started moving up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Soon, he was thrusting to meet my motions and it brought him even deeper down my throat. I imagined how good his cock would feel buried deep in my ass… I loved how his cock pumping into my mouth felt like he was forcing himself past my comfort zone. I liked to be pushed to the limit, and it turned me on because I could imagine myself as helpless, and him having his way with me. That was something else that I wanted to try. Maybe we could get to that. He wrapped his hands in my hair now, and he stopped me from sliding down his pole again. He waited until I looked him in the eyes before he spoke.

“You’ve teased me to the point where I might just explode, so how about we try one of the things that you never got to do.” His voice was husky, and his eyes were dark with lust. I almost felt like I could be in danger at some point, but that just heightened my arousal more.

“How about you just guide me along, and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Now I was on all fours, and he was behind me. I wasn’t opposed to that in the least, so I widened my stance, and turned to look over my shoulder. He was staring at my ass, and I go so excited I almost cried out. Maybe he was an assman. Maybe I didn’t need to ask or beg. Maybe he’d fuck my ass sooner than I expected. I wiggled my ass at him, and he got a lusty grin on his face. He slid up behind me, and by now my pussy was so wet it took no pressure at all for him to slide that big cock down my tight channel. It wasn’t my ass, but God, it felt good… Much better than missionary ever had… I moaned as this new angle allowed him to get deeper. Oh my God, I wasn’t going to last long if he was going to start pounding away at me. This was just such a completely new feeling that I couldn’t control it. Every thrust of his made me moan and clutch the sheets, and at one point I even bit one of the pillows because I didn’t want to scream out loud.

“How are you liking this, sweetheart?” he ground out between thrusts. It took me a few seconds to process what he was asking me. My brain was clearly not being used at the moment, and I was a little resentful that he was making me have to think at a time like this. I moaned on a deep thrust before I answered him.

“I think if you dare to stop fucking me this way, I’m going to be very angry with you.” I had more confidence now than I’d ever had when it came to sex, and I knew that it was, in part, thanks to him. His calmness, his easy laughter and good disposition. He laughed at my answer, then started to pound away at me in earnest. I could tell that he was getting close to coming, and his tempo increased the closer he got. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips, thrust into me hard, and held it. I could feel his hot seed splashing into my body, and the stream of jizz hitting my pussy walls. That set me off, and with a cry, I came hard as well. It was like a shooting star passed through me. I reverberated like an explosion. I felt numb and fiery.

“Wow. That was absolutely amazing!” I told him when I regained the ability to talk. “I have never felt like that in all my life.” He was smiling at me, and lazily trailing his fingers over my chest and stomach.

“I’m glad that I could help you with that. Do you feel a little better about going to a sex club now?” I nodded, but I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. He must have seen it on my face.

“What is it?” he asked, sitting up.

I took a deep breath before I answered.

“I enjoyed everything we did, but there is something that I’ve always wanted to do and we didn’t do it.” He got a hurt look on his face, and I felt horrible.

“What would you like to do?” he asked.

I mumbled under my breath, and had to repeat myself twice before he could hear me. “I’ve had a burning curiosity, and a bit of an obsession about trying anal sex.” My face got beat red with embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you say so,” he said, smiling spreading wide. “I love anal. The taboo entices me.” He reached down under the bed and came up with a bottle of lube. I was curious as to where he’d gotten it from, but I wasn’t going to waste any time talking about it. He slapped my ass and ordered me to get on all fours again. Oooh, this was going to be good. He was taking control and it was going to be just like I’d always dreamed it would be. He spread my cheeks and slathered some lube around my asshole. I could feel his cum still dripping out of my pussy as he slowly worked a finger into my ass, and my eyes bulged at the new sensations that were running through me. This was completely different from anything I’d felt before, to include the earth shattering sex we’d just had together. I felt vulnerable, but in a good way.

I wanted to feel… violated… and this was perfect. I moaned.

“If you think this is good, just wait till I tear that ass up.”

I bit my lip, my excitement intensifying at his words. He was right back to that guttural, lust-filled growl, and I could see through my legs, that his cock was hard and ready to go again. I winced at first, as he slid a second finger in me, but as he worked my ass a little more, making it looser, I relaxed into it, and I couldn’t believe how much I liked it.

“I’d say you’re ready,” he said, his fingers pumping in and out of my asshole at a steady pace. My heart beat a rapid tattoo against my ribs when he said that, but I was still a little nervous about the pain that I was certain would be there. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them, putting the head of his cock against my tight entrance. My breathing increased, and when he started to push in, I couldn’t hold in my gasp. He stopped immediately.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice sounded concerned.

“Shut up,” I told him in a whisper. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

He pushed in another inch. I gasped again, harder this time. I could feel myself stretching around him. I was tight, tight, tight. I tightly bound rubberband. He waited for my body to get used to the pressure, then kept going in. Inch by delicious inch. Once he was all the way in, he slowly rocked back and forth, gently fucking my ass. I started to rock with him.

When he noticed what I was doing, he increased the pace, fucking my ass the way I’d always wanted my husband to. I’d had one of my girlfriends tell me that it was the most explosive orgasm that she’d ever had. I was bound and determined to find out for myself. He fucked my ass good and hard and the pressure intensified with each thrust. My body vibrated and shook as he pounded me. He gave me all his energy. I could hear him breathing hard and moaning and he tried to hold on against my tightness. I had his cock in such a tight embrace. Before too long, my body came to shatter with an orgasm that must have been a nine on the Richter scale. Crashing waves on rocks. I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I could tell that he was close to coming again. I breathed hard and, amazingly, I could feel another orgasm coming for me, as well. When he came, the stream of jizz shot into my ass, and I was there again, being pushed over the edge. I moaned and screamed in ecstasy, falling onto the bed, his cock still buried in my ass. We were both breathing hard, and I could feel his body shaking just as mine was.

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” I cried. I could feel his heart beating against my back, and I knew that he felt the same way.

“You know,” he said after we’d recovered, and our heartbeats slowed. “We don’t have to slow down now. If you want to keep going, I think I could show you something you’d be really interested in. I would like to call in a friend of mine to help. I think you would enjoy the surprise that I have in mind for you.” I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He had the most seductive evil grin that I had ever seen. I was no longer shy with him, but I didn’t know if I was going to be comfortable with another guy in the room. I decided to just go with the flow, and let him guide me, and so I nodded. I could feel that his cock was getting hard again in my ass. He yelled through the curtain, and a few minutes later, another young man came into the little alcove. I felt so exposed, with the young man’s cock in my ass and a stranger looking on. He could see what position we were in, and he didn’t say a word or bat an eye. He just slid underneath me and stuffed his cock into my dripping wet pussy.

His mouth was on mine and I had two cocks in me. This was the zenith of the night. They started a rhythm together, and I felt like I was going to come apart with the electricity that was pooling deep in my core. The seesawing back and forth of the cock in my pussy and the cock in my ass made me feel so, so full. I filled with pleasure, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to think. The young man that I’d started the evening with came in my ass again, and then he pulled out. The guy under me took his place, and I felt that he was a little bigger. He stretched my ass even further, and I groaned in the throes of ecstasy. I was so shot now that I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and I fell to the bed, quivering. I thought we would be done after that, but I was very wrong. The two men helped me get up on all fours again, and the new guy lay down under me again as my first partner got up behind me. I was starting to think that these guys would never go soft, and I was liking that very much.

“You ready beautiful?” I could only nod since I didn’t know what was coming, but I trusted him. I felt his cock slide into my ass, and this time it wasn’t difficult for him at all. When I felt the head of the second cock against my asshole, I started to panic. What were they going to do to me? I tried to crawl away, but they held me in position. The second cock started to work its way into my ass, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. It never came. Only the delicious expansion, like I could stretch and stretch and stretch, and never stop stretching. The pleasure coursed from my ass to my core. Both cocks were deep in my ass and the two men started to rock back in forth in a rhythm that was opposite each other, so that when one cock was on the way out, the other cock was thrusting deep into my ass at the same time. It was making me so hot that I knew I was going to come again. I started to moan, and I was so caught up in the moment that I just couldn’t get enough. I’d gone from conservative married woman to anal whore in a few short hours. I bucked against their cocks, and I could hear both of them laughing. They had known all along that I was going to really like this. They changed their rhythm, so that they were in sync, and it felt like one giant cock was reaming out my little asshole. I cried out in pleasure and I could hear them grunting with the effort of fucking my ass so good and hard. The sound of them working me over crashed through my exhausted body. I was one, big, exposed nerve ending. The pleasure might never stop. As I closed my eyes again and moaned out my pleasure, I could feel hands on my nipples, teasing them and making them harder. I was pretty sure that they could cut glass by now.

“One last surprise.” The other guy had spoken, and he had a decent, low voice that made me want to go crazy. He tickled my pussy lips with his fingers, making me gasp. “My God, you are wet, aren’t you?” he said. “You just love this, don’t you? Answer me.”

I stammered. It took major concentration to choke out a “Y-yes.”

“That’s my slut,” whispered the first young man.

I moaned. And then, without warning, I felt a dido entering my pussy. It was huge. I felt like I was getting fucked by two giants. Looking down between my legs, I could just see the dildo being worked in and out of me, and I could see the two cocks disappearing into my ass. That sight was more than enough to make the heat pool low in my body again, and this one was going to build up and lead to an explosive orgasm. If I could just hold on for a few more minutes, I could have both holes dripping with cum. Mine out of my pussy, and the boys’ out of my ass. I wanted to be a slut all of a sudden, and I wanted to repeat tonight’s festivities over and over again. I had to hold on, I just had to! No sooner had those words crossed my mind, when I felt first spurt of cum in my ass… then another. I let go with a guttural cry of satisfaction. My orgasm was so explosive that my pussy’s contractions pushed the dildo out of me.

I collapsed. I was so, so spent. I couldn’t move. I was aching, and numb, and filled with pleasure, and throbbing, and limp all at once.

The boys pulled their cocks out of my ass, and I could see their juices intermingled on each other’s cocks. Despite my exhaustion, I felt my pussy tingling at the sight. Could I really, truly go again? My ass and pussy would be sore in the morning, either way. If it was up to these men, I’d be getting fucked all night. Before tonight, I was lucky to get fucked once a month. I lay down on my back on the bed, and both of the men lay down with me, watching my breasts heaving as I recovered from the uncounted number of rounds we’d just gone through. I couldn’t even imagine how many orgasms I’d had, or how many times we’d had sex tonight.

“Wow. Well, I was only curious at first, but now I think that I want to get my ass fucked all the time.”

Both men chuckled. The newcomer said, “You want to go again?”

“I… um… I’m so tired…”

“Well, come back often.” The newcomer left through the curtain again.

“What do you think about resting up a little?” asked the first man.

I nodded. I didn’t want to rest, I had to.

“Did you enjoy your night with me?” he asked.

I nodded, not sure what he was getting at.

“If I give you my phone number, would you call me when you want to get your ass fucked again?”

My eyes lit up. “Hell yes, I will. You made my entire night, and now that I know what it feels like, I want it to happen again and again.”

He grinned at me, and traced his fingers over my body again.

That was certainly a successful first visit to a sex club, I thought. And I was strongly, STRONGLY considering going back. I later found out the young man’s name was Adam. And I called him. I called him often. The first week after my visit to the sex club, I called him over to my house four times to fuck my ass. Each time we spent hours tangled up in the sheets, and I’d come to find that there was nothing that I enjoyed more than having a nice, fat cock in my ass. Since that night, I’ve made a list of things that I want to try, and toys that I would like to bring into the bedroom. But no matter how the evening starts, it always ends with me getting my ass fucked, and I think it’s safe for me to say that I have an addiction now that I’m more than happy to feed as often as I get the chance.

ANAL OBSESSION

I was sitting on my bed, completely naked, holding two glasses of wine as the door opened and my flavour of the week walked in. He was a little younger than me, but I didn’t care. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, that was my motto. He was naked, and I could see that he already had a bead of precum on that gorgeous cock of his that I absolutely loved.

“Hey there, handsome,” I said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” I spread my legs, showing off my freshly shaved pussy, both sets of my lips already pouting for him. He grinned at me with those bad boy dimples and took the glass of wine that I offered him. We drank them down faster than I’d taken a shot back in my twenties, but that was OK, because we both knew what he was here for, and there really was no reason to pretend otherwise. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what he wanted. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a cuddly time.

It was time to fuck.

He came over to the bed and pushed me down on my back. We were experimenting with a little added roughness. My blood begin to heat up faster than any amount of wine would have done. I stayed on the bed and watched as he crawled on top of me. He’d brought a blindfold with him, and he deftly tied it around my eyes so I couldn’t see what was going on. The helpless feeling, that I had no idea what he was going to do to me, and he might just do anything, made me get even hotter. I could start to feel myself getting wetter.

His mouth covered my nipple, and though he started off with light little licks, it quickly turned into biting and tugging that had me digging my hands into his hair and holding his head down where it was. I moaned as his hand came up to play with my other nipple, and when he tugged on it, I arched off the bed. My breathing was growing more and more rapid, and I could feel the pressure building low in my body, and liquid fire spreading through my veins.

He started to lick and kiss his way down between my breasts, over my belly, and down towards my nether regions. Both of his hands were teasing my nipples mercilessly, and now he was probing my belly button lightly with his tongue, giving me a small taste of what I was going to be in for later.

“You tell me when you can’t stand the teasing anymore, and then I’ll consider fucking you,” he breathed.

His voice and his breath on my skin sent tingles along my spine.

Mmm, this man was a godsend. Being single was the best. I could sample all kinds of men until I found the one I wanted. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever finish sampling.

I moaned, and I had to let go of his hair because he was now too low for me to bother. I grabbed the sheets and knotted my fists into them, arching my back and gasping as his tongue found my warm, wet folds. When he drove his tongue into me with one quick thrust of his head, I knew I was going to lose it if he didn’t stop teasing me soon.

“OK! Stop with the fucking foreplay already!” I begged, but he just chuckled at me and tugged both of my nipples hard in punishment.

I’d forgotten that I didn’t have control in these games anymore, and he was reminding me with a little bit of a gentle torture. I squeaked, but there was nothing that I could do. I just had to lay there and take it. His fingers followed the wet trail that his tongue had left behind. It made me want to jump out of my skin with impatience, but I knew better than to say something again. His fingers slowly slid down to my wet and swollen lips, and with a quick thrust that made my toes curl with pleasure, they were inside me, probing me… oh shit! That reminded me, I had a doctor’s appointment today. It was my yearly checkup with the gyno.

“Fuck. Oh, um, I forgot to mention that I have a doctor’s appointment today.”

I felt him groan into me and I knew that he was just as unhappy about our shortened time as I was. He moved on the bed, and the next thing I felt was the head of his cock pushing against my soft entrance. I gasped as he drove himself into me. I thought he’d take a minute to let my body get used to his size, but we were on an accelerated schedule, and so he quickly found his rhythm and pounded me hard. I bucked up and down, slamming my hips to match his enthusiasm. It drove him deeper and deeper, and I could feel the pressure building low in my core. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long, and in this case that was a good thing.

He got a good grip on my hips and I felt his body go rigid. He shot his hot load deep into my body, and it hit every part of me that would pull the trigger on the pressure in my core. I felt the rush of juices coming, and they flowed out of me, making me scream in pleasure. I spasmed, first taut, then loose. I fell back on the bed, spent.

He pulled out of me, and I wasn’t happy about it, but I was going to be late already, so I forced myself to get up and close my legs. He got dressed quickly and left. It was wonderful to have an arrangement like that. He knew that I had things to do, and he made himself scarce when I was done with him. It really was too bad that we hadn’t had more time… there was something that I wanted to try for the first time. Getting lost in my daydreams wasn’t going to help me get to the doctor’s on time, so I hurriedly threw on a dress, tried to expel all the cum from my cunt, and grabbed my car keys. I knew that I wasn’t going to be received kindly today, but that was all right. I could get through a silent visit just fine.

* * *

I pulled up in the parking lot and grabbed my purse before the engine even turned off, trying to at least make it look like I was trying to get there in time. I checked in up front, and almost instantaneously, the nurse called me back for my vitals. She wasn’t happy about having to wait for me, but that wasn’t really something that I cared about. She did everything in silence, and I didn’t bother to start a conversation. She led me to the exam room and told me that the doctor would be with me shortly. I didn’t thank her, but when she closed the door I started stripping and putting on the stupid little paper dress that they give you while you wait.

Of course the air conditioning was on, and my nipples got hard. I was pretty sure that they did that solely for the benefit of the doctors, because both of them were men.

I waited, staring around at the posters on the walls and reading them, like I did every year when I was here for my checkup. Same old posters. There was a knock on the door, and the doctor came in. It was the young one this time. I had to do my best not to blush. He was very attractive, and some days I wished that he would do a little more than just examine me. I must admit that I’ve masturbated to the thought of him once or twice. But in the moment, in the examination, there’s nothing less sexy. It’s so clinical. I didn’t think I could ever be turned on in a setting like that.

He helped me put my feet in the stirrups and told me to slide down to the bottom of the table. I did what he told me, and it was a good thing that I was wearing the paper dress, because it blocked his view of my face. I had no idea what he normally saw down there, but this time I was wet, swollen, and probably still had semen inside of me. My cheeks were flaming. I waited for him to say something, but he was silent as he examined me. It wasn’t for very long, and he almost jumped to his feet when he was finished, picking up the clipboard that the nurse had left behind. He rifled through my paperwork, then grabbed a pen from his coat pocket and started asking me the routine questions.

“When was your last menstrual period?”

I told him. He wrote something down. He went through a bunch of the usual questions, but then it started to get interesting. He was a little more fidgety today than he’d been the last time I was here. He was pacing the room, and when he came back into my line of sight, I saw something that made me hot all over again. The doc was pitching a tent, and he had a pretty good size pole. I wouldn’t mind having that in me…

I couldn’t believe, with my feet still in stirrups, I was getting these thoughts.

“Is your sex life very active?”

I stifled a laugh, but barely. I had no idea why he would ask me that when he knew the answer already. I was pretty sure that my nether regions still smelled like sex.

“Not as much as I would like if we’re being honest.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, as if he wanted me to elaborate. I smiled at him.

“It’s usually few and far between.”

He didn’t write anything down this time, and I was starting to get the impression that these were personal questions. He was obviously turned on, and seeing that, knowing that he got turned on by seeing a big load of cum in my twat, had me turned on, too. Boy was I ever. When I’d thought about him while masturbating, I’d been way off on his size. He surpassed my expectations.

“And what do your sexual fantasies tend to be?”

That was definitely not a question from the routine string that I’d been asked before, but maybe if I played my cards right, I could examine the equipment that the doc was working with.

“Well, right now I’m leaning towards an experimentation phase, and there are a few things that I want to check off my bucket list,” I said carefully. I held my breath, wondering if he was going to go into more detail than that.

“Oh? And what do they entail precisely?” He hadn’t even bothered to pretend writing anything down for the last few questions, and I just knew that we were going to end up taking it past the professional stage.

“Well, a little rough, a little helplessness… but the one thing that I really want to try is anal. There’s just something so taboo about getting your tightest hole fucked that I’ve got to try it.” I waited while he processed my confession.

He was quiet for a few minutes, and I couldn’t believe that this might actually be happening. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, looking down under my paper dress again. I spread my legs even wider, and saw him swallow again.

“And, have you found someone to help you fulfill all of those fantasies on your bucket list?” he asked in a strained voice.

Now he was staring at me in a way that was unnerving, but was still so damn hot that I wanted to jump him right away. He walked back over to his little rolling chair between my legs, and sat down. That put him on the same level as my shaved lips. I waited for him to ask me something else, but it didn’t happen. I felt his fingers slide into me, and I couldn’t help arching up on the table a little bit, driving his fingers in deeper. I moaned, and I hoped that that was going to be enough of an indicator to let him know that I was down for anything that was going to happen.

“If you feel uncomfortable at all, please stop me at any time.” His breathing was getting a little ragged, and I’d be lying to myself if I said that mine wasn’t that way, too.

“Not at all. You’re the doctor, and you know what’s best for me, so I’m going to trust your judgment.” I nodded at him, and he offered me a shy smile. Was he really going to do this?

His fingers were now starting to pump in and out of me, and it was sending little jolts through my body, pebbling my nipples into hard little nubs. I moaned at him, and the next thing I heard was his zipper going down. I inhaled sharply and mentally congratulated myself on getting this to work. I slid a little further down the table for easy access. He slid his boxers down, and I had to catch my breath. It looked even bigger outside of his pants. It might even be the biggest one that I’d ever seen. He took a step closer to me, then put the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” he asked. His eyes were hoping he wouldn’t have to stop. His cock was twitching. I wondered if we were making his fantasies come true as well.

“Any man that gets turned on at the sight of a fat load of cum in my wet pussy is more than welcome to fuck me and add to it.” I winked at him and he grinned. I was caught up in his grin, and was suprised when he slammed that big cock deep inside me. I squeaked and he stopped immediately.

“Did I hurt you?”

I grinned up at him, and shook my head. “Not at all. You’re just so big… I love it.”

He nodded, smiled, and then started thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm. It made me feel like this was rehearsed. Like it was a procedure instead of the most pleasurable act on earth. My enthusiasm was quickly starting to fade. He moved in and out of me slow, slow, slow. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I was starting to get bored. Then he grabbed a jar of medical lubricant and got some lube on his hand. His fingers went to my asshole. That made my eyes get wide really quick, but he didn’t push his fingers in right away. He just started to apply a gentle pressure to my ass. He was getting me ready. Taking it slow. His fingers slowly, achingly entered my ass over a period of a few minutes. And when he was able to fit three fingers comfortably in my ass, he pulled out his fingers, then pulled his cock out of my pussy, and then rested the head of his cock against my back entrance.

Again, slowly, slowly, slowly, he applied pressure and pushed his way inside. I could feel the head of his cock getting further and further into the tightest fuckable hole that my body had to offer. Just because it was taboo, and just because it was something that I’d wanted to do for a while now, it made my excitement amp up to at least three times the level it was at already. I was being ass-fucked by my gynaecologist. I was already loving every minute of it. He let out a groan, as he pushed that fat pole even further into my ass. He was being as gentle as he could, I could tell, but I also saw that he was doing everything he could to hold back. He was a sprinter, apparently, not a long distance runner, and it was killing him that he had to go so slow. I understood that perfectly, because I liked it hard and fast myself, but right now, I was very happy with the fact that he was being so gentle with me.

Once he got his hunk of man meat all the way in me, I had to sit back and let myself relax my muscles so I actually let myself enjoy it. And it felt phenomenal. It almost felt better than an orgasm. It was already making me want to cum, even though he hadn’t done much of anything to me yet. Once I got used to it, he started moving in and out, ever so slowly, and it sent minor quakes through my entire body that would have shown up on the Richter Scale. Oh my god! I had to bit my lip to keep from screaming out, it felt so good. The more he moved, the looser my little asshole got, and it wasn’t long before I was meeting his thrusts with thrusts of my own. We started going faster and harder, and his sweat dripped down onto the paper dress I was wearing, soaking through it and making me feel like drops of hot wax were falling on me. I could already feel the pressure building low in my core, and I hoped he was going to be up for a few more rounds, because I wasn’t quite ready to just have one test run before I checked it off my list. He moaned, and I could see his body tensing up. A second later, I felt his hot jizz shoot into my ass, ricocheting off the walls and setting me off. I bit my lip harder, grabbed the edges of the table, and let a thundering river flow out of me. He still had his fat cock in my ass, so my cum dripped down from my pussy lips onto his cock. He looked from the mess to my face and raised an eyebrow. Taking it to mean that he was ready for round two, I nodded. He started to fuck my ass slowly, using my own cum to lubricate his cock so he could fuck me again.

That thought made me hot all over again, and I wished that I could have seen past that damn paper dress to the mirror because that was a sight that I really would have loved to see. He pulled out. I wasn’t done with him, and I was hoping that he knew that, because I wasn’t going to let him go that easy. It wasn’t every day that I was breaking about a dozen rules and fucking my doctor, who just so happened to be a handsome young man.

“What are you doing? I hope you know that one round alone is not going to satisfy me, doc.”

He just grinned at me and helped me to stand up. I was confused as to what he wanted to do, but I went with it. So far he hadn’t done anything to make me think he wasn’t going to fuck me again, and I was willing to go on good faith. He pulled the stupid paper dress off of me, and my breasts swung free.

“Oh, yes. These are going to be just perfect.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself, so I decided not to say anything back. He put the paper dress in the trash, pushed a few buttons on the examination table, and had it slide down just a few inches. I was still a little confused, but I was willing to go with it.

“Now, get on the table, on your knees and face away from me.”

His voice was rough, and it came out almost sounding more like a bear’s growl than a human voice. It made me feel like I couldn’t predict what he was going to do, and that excited me so much that my pussy dripped. I did as he said, and he slid his pants down to the floor. He was behind me, and he used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart. He lined up his glistening pole with my thoroughly stretched out hole, and slid inside me again with one thrust. It didn’t exactly hurt as much as it felt like a load of pressure had been shot up there. I was doing my best to balance on the table, with only my knees, when his hands came up from behind me and grabbed my breasts… hard. So this is what he was talking about…

He bent me over and started fucking me fast and hard the way I liked it, using my breasts as an anchor to keep us both in place. I wanted to scream out how great it felt, because I could feel electricity flowing down from my nipples, but I didn’t want anyone in the waiting room to get any ideas. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, and the electricity shot through my body, back and forth, from the walls of my tight little chute. I let my hands travel down to my clit and rubbed my swollen pussy. My fingers circled my clit. I began moaning uncontrollably, and I thought that he might tell me to be quiet, but he was right there with me. His moans were equal to my moans. He could see over my shoulders into the mirror, so he could see what I was doing. Judging by the extra burst of speed he put on, I was thinking that he liked it.

“Oh my god you fuck so good,” I moaned, and he showed me his appreciation by thrusting into my ass one final time, and shooting another load into my sopping wet hole. My fingers moved fast on my pussy and I could see his cum dripping out of me, even as he gave me a few final hard thrusts. I came so fast and hard that I would have fallen off the table if he hadn’t taken hold of my breasts.

When the waves had passed through us both, when we were both catching our breath, he backed away from me and went over to the sink, where he grabbed some paper towels, got them wet, and started cleaning off that glorious cock. I watched him, shaking my head. Doctors. All about that hygiene.

“I’m sorry to have to end this, but it’s almost time for my next patient.”

That was true. I couldn’t hog him because he had a job to do. That made me think of something.

“Am I the only one that you’ve done this with?” My voice came out a little harder than I wanted it to. I realized that I wanted to be the first. I wanted to be the first women he fucked on his table, the same way he was the first man to fuck my ass.

“Yes, actually,” he answered. “And that’s the first time that I’ve gotten to fuck a woman in her ass. I want to thank you for that. That’s a memory that’s going to stay with me for the rest of my life.”

He checked himself in the mirror to make sure that he was decent, then left the room. Well, now that was interesting. It made me wonder what it had been about me that had made him throw his professionalism out the door and want to fuck me? My sopping wet cunt? Was it a single to him that he could let down his guard?

* * *

My next stop was the sex shop that I had to drive by in order to get home. I pulled into the parking lot, already aroused at the thought of what I was going to do when I got home. I browsed the shelves for a little while, then found a nice rubber cock that looked about the same size as the kind doctor’s cock. I bought two of them, thankful that they had a base that they could be stood up on. I fully intended to use that later. When I got up to the cash register, there was an older man behind the counter, playing some sort of handheld video game. I had to clear my throat in order for him to notice me.

“Well hello there, pretty lady. Can I help you find anything?”

I gave him my most seductive look. Flirting was something that I enjoyed, and that I did very often, so what the hell, why not?

“That really depends. You got anything in here that feels real?” He gulped, and I could see the wheels churning in his brain. He was wondering if he dared to offer his own cock or if he should just say no and let me more on. He didn’t disappoint me.

“Yeah, I got one right here in these jeans.”

I winked at him. “Well, I might need to try it out before I commit to a purchase.”

He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d just gotten. The expression on his face told me that right off the bat. He went over to the front door and locked it before coming back to my side and taking my hand. He pulled me over into the small dressing room that was in the lingerie section. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me, and we were only there for one thing. We got naked, and I leaned up against the wall. He was bending his knees so that he would be on a little bit of a lower level than I was.

“Alright darlin’. Where do you want it?”

There was a little bit of hope in his voice, that told me he wanted to be the one to choose, and that was perfectly OK with me, too. I’d been fucked in both today and I was happy for either hole to get another shot.

I smiled at him over my shoulder. “Take your pick, cowboy, but hang on tight, because this bronco bucks.”

His eyes went wide and he could hardly contain his excitement. I hoped he wasn’t a premature ejaculator. He went to put his cock in my ass. It hadn’t been long since the doctor had taken his nice long prick out of there, but already it felt tighter than it had at the doctors office. Those muscles are resilient. I moaned out loud, not needing to bite my lip and be quiet here, and the two of us got a nice, fast-paced rhythm going that made me almost crawl up the damn wall.

He pulled my hair gently, using it as a handhold. I guess he’d taken the cowboy reference seriously. It was something new that I was quickly starting to like. It was that added bonus that made me slam my ass down into his crotch with every thrust he gave me, and the two of us were so hot and sweaty that we were going to start a fire with the friction between our bodies. The sweat dripped down over my nipples, instantly making them hard. My senses felt heightened out of nowhere. I felt like every touch would light me on fire. This was going down in the history books as my best day ever, with the best sex ever.

He yanked my head back by my hair, thrust his cock as deep into my ass as it would go, and shot his load inside to join the two from the doctor. I exploded when I felt that concentrated stream of pressure hit my insides, and my orgasm was so powerful that it made my knees quiver.

I went up to the cash register to pay for my two new, and soon to be most favourite toys, but he waved me on. Well, if I was going to get things for free here, then I might have to come back more often.

On the way home, the juices in and on my body had a chance to dry, and by the time I finally parked in my own driveway, I knew that a shower was in order. Grabbing the bag from the passenger side seat, I thought about it for a little bit, and thought that the first time I was going to use my new toys was as soon as I got out of that shower. I had to make sure that my legs wouldn’t give out on me while I cleaned up, first. I could still feel a little quiver every few steps that I took but I should have just enough strength left in my legs to get me through the shower and the afternoon of fun I had planned. If I couldn’t walk tomorrow, then hell, I had sick days coming to me anyway.

I put my bag on the bed and went into the bathroom. I stripped slowly, in front of the mirror, wondering if now there was a part of me that had changed, being as I’d gotten to be a fiend for anal sex in hardly any time at all. It had gone from fantasy to reality three times over, and I loved it. Now that I’d gone from very vanilla to ass whore, I wanted to see if there were any physical changes to me at all. There was nothing that I could see right away, but on a second look, my shoulders were a little farther back, and my back was a little straighter. I had a devilish twinkle in my eye that was definitely new. I grinned at my reflection and started the hot water. I wanted to make sure that I scrubbed every nook and cranny of my body, because from now on, it was all open for business. I got in under the steady stream of hot water, and let my fingers trail over my body. I couldn’t wait to find the next man to help me out with my newest fetish.

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EXCERPTS AND SAMPLES

This following is a short prequel / introduction to the Sons of Hellfire series of serialized stories.

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Sons of Hellfire: Origins

Everyone in town knew the Sons of Hellfire MC. They were impossible to miss, rolling down the main drag with their well-worn leather jackets and vests emblazoned with their fiery sigil. The sight of them always made my heart speed up and my face flush. Something about the MC excited me. The danger, the leather, the look of them on their powerful machines. Men and women rode among them, but I never thought I could be one of them.

I had heard whispers about what their initiations involved. Sex with the whole MC, I’d heard… And these whispered rumours also made my heart speed up. Made my cheeks flush.

So when I saw a group of Sons of Hellfire members at the Silver Spoon, I felt both scared and intrigued at once. They were both alluring and frightening to me.

The three leather-clad men stood at the bar, knocking back beers and clapping each other on the back, clearing having a hell of a time. There was one with a thick, wiry, brown beard and short hair. Another with slick blonde hair and blue eyes. The third was a skinny, rat-like man with a goatee. My eyes kept darting to the bearded man. I’m a sucker for beards.

I tried to keep my attention on my girlfriends, Rachel and Karen, who I was drinking with. Vodka and ginger, whiskey sours, and tequila shots flowed, leaving me unsteady on my feet. I kept shooting looks over my shoulder toward the MC guys at the bar every few minutes.

“Who are you looking at?!” Rachel said finally.

“What?” I said, in a fuzzy voice.

“You keep looking over your shoulder. Is it those biker guys?” Rachel asked.

“What biker guys?” Karen chimes in, standing on tiptoe to look over my head.

I put my hand on Karen’s noggin and shove her back down, hissing, “Don’t!”

“Why?” said Rachel. “They haven’t noticed you staring, why would they notice Karen?”

“I haven’t been staring,” I said, blushing.

“Which one do you like?” Rachel asks, elbowing me and peering at them.

“Ew,” said Karen, finally get a look. “They’re all dirty. Look at that ugly, skinny fucker.”

I turned to look at the ugly, skinny fucker and decided he didn’t look all that ugly or dirty. But Karen’s always been more into v-neck sweater-types. My eyes went back to the bearded one. And in that moment, the bearded guy’s eyes made contact with mine. I quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Hey, those guys are all looking over here,” said Rachel.

“Shit,” I said.

“The blond one is approaching,” said Karen.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Hi,” said a man’s deep voice behind me.

I turned around and smiled. “Oh, hi!” I looked into the blue-eyed biker standing before me. He was smiling, too.

“Want a drink?” he asked, ignoring the full drink in my hands.

“Uh, sure.”

“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the elbow and leading me away from Karen and Rachel. I looked back at them and mouthed, “It’s fine.”

The man didn’t bring me over to his friends, but instead to the opposite end of the bar. He leaned over to the bartender, smiling, and ordered two beers. His manner was self-assured. He put the bottle of beer in my hand and maintained eye contact as he took a swig.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Eve,” I told him.

“My name’s JT,” he said.

I nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

“I noticed you looking over at me,” he said.

“Oh,” I said. I decided not to mention I was looking at his friend.

“Those are my buddies from out of town. You’ve heard of the Sons of Hellfire?”

I nodded.

“All good things, I hope?” he said.

I nodded again.

“They’re from another chapter,” he said, gesturing back toward his friends. “Just passing through, you know.”

“You’re in the chapter here in town?”

“You know it,” he said. “So what’s your story?”

I took a breath. “I don’t know. I work retail. I’m just out with some girls from work.”

He leaned in closer to me. “That’s not your story. What do you like? What do you like to do?”

“I like to… dance. I like to read. Movies…”

“I like to go fast,” he said. “Do you like to go fast?”

My heart certainly liked to go fast. I bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said. JT’s blue eyes pierced me. I felt my body tingle.

“Good,” he said. “My Harley’s outside.” He downed the rest of his beer and took me by the hand.

Fuck it. I followed and waved goodbye to my friends at the door.

Outside, he tossed me his helmet and straddled his motorcycle. I had a brief stab of fear. I didn’t know this guy at all. He seemed nice enough, but what if… I don’t know. He could bring me anywhere and do anything to me…

He looked back at me standing there hesitating. “You OK?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Then climb on the fuckin’ bike!”

I put on the helmet and got on behind him, grabbing him around his muscular midsection. The Harley roared to life and we flew forward and out of the gravel parking lot, kicking up dust. Road signs whipped by high speed. I clung tighter to JT, amazed by the speed. I’d never been on a motorcycle before. The wind was cold on my bare legs.

Soon, the rumbling of the wheel meeting the road was vibrating through me. Hitting me right between the legs, sending electrical tingles through my pussy. I clenched my teeth and moaned. I didn’t think JT could hear me over the wind and the engine. My cunt was soon soaking through my panties.

I had no idea where he was taking me. We rode for ten minutes in the darkness of the highway and finally he came to an exit and got off the highway, slowing down.

“Let’s have a few drinks at the Cellar. It’s free to drink there and it’ll be empty tonight,” JT said. He drove past tall fences into a big parking lot. There was a dark building ahead of us. The Cellar.

We dismounted and he led me inside. He clicked on a few lights and the room was illuminated. Pool tables, a juke box, a bar, couches, chairs, stools. Framed mugshots on the wall. A big flag emblazoned with the Sons of Hellfire sigil.

“Beer or whiskey?” JT asked.

“Whiskey,” I said.

“That’s my kind of woman. I can tell we’re going to be very good friends.” He poured me out a glass of whiskey and passed it over to me. He poured himself a glass and downed it quickly. I drank mine in four gulps. “So,” he said, eyeing me hungrily. “How’d you like the ride?”

“I loved it. And it’s a nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks. So how’d you feel about another ride? A different kind of ride?”

“I think I’d need to see what you mean by that before I agree.”

JT came up close to me. Close enough to breath me in. He leaned down and our lips met. His coarse stubble scratched my chin as his soft tongue entered my mouth roughly. His arm around my middle pulled me in close. My breasts pressed against his muscular chest. I felt like I was floating.

He lifted me up into his arms and we were moving across the room. I felt myself being sat on a table of some kind. My hands reached behind and landed on felt. The pool table. And then I was lying on my back with JT on top of me. His fingers fumbled up inside my shirt and tweaked my stiff nipples. I moaned into his relentless mouth. I could feel his hard cock staining against his thick denim. I reached down to release him from his constraints. He tugged my wet panties off me and pushed my skirt up. The head of his cock met my slit.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, Eve?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, as he entered me. “You like to have a nice hard cock inside you, don’t you?”

I gasped and nodded as his prick filled me up, my pussy stretched around his thickness. He started thrusting, moving easily in and out of my wet cunt. My moans filled the air as he slammed me into the pool table’s green felt. I could hear the balls clacking into the each other. I could hear my own wetness, and the slapping sound of JT’s balls on my ass. JT’s grunts were in my ear.

I grabbed him by the leather vest and tugged him closer, so I could feel his scratchy face on my neck, and feel his breath. The smell of leather filled my nostrils and my mind swam. I loved that smell. And JT’s skin. His musk. His aroma sent electricity through my body.

JT withdrew from my pussy suddenly and roughly turned me over. “On all fours, bitch,” he said, gruffly.

This stopped everything. Bitch? He can’t call me that on a one night stand. I suddenly realized he saw me as a random floozy to nail and discard. If I wanted this to continue, I’d need to make him see me differently. If he wants a biker bitch, he better be prepared to really make me his bitch. I turned back around to face him. “I’m no one’s bitch,” I said, hopping off the pool table.

JT watched me, eyes wide.

“That’s what they’re called, right?” I pointed to the mug shots on the wall. Some of them were of women.

“No,” said JT. “They’re called old ladies. And I hate to tell you this, Eve, but you rode bitch on my bike all the way from the Spoon to the Cellar. That’s the dictionary definition of bitch.”

“Well, asshole, if you want to call me bitch, you’re going to have to get to know me better.”

JT stared at me for several long seconds. Then he threw his head back and laughed. “My God, you’re a real firecracker. Fine, fine, you’re nobody’s bitch. You want to fuck or what? I’m losing my hard-on, here.”

I smirked and took his cock in my hand, squeezing it tightly in my fist. JT nearly gasped. I pumped his cock, watching his face. Watching it change from mirthful to aroused. I sped up my strokes and listened to him moan.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

“I’ve got a helluva mouth on me, too,” I said.

“I bet you do.”

I pushed him onto his back on the pool table. “Let me do what I do,” I said.

I moved down his body and popped his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock head while my hand continued to stroke his shaft. My tongue found his frenulum and flicked it, sending a shiver through the big, bad biker before me. That’s real power right there.

I took him in deeper, opening my mouth wide to push him way in, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tasted his precum on my tongue and it spurred me onward. He moaned and groaned as I sucked his thick cock, faster and faster. And then, when I thought he was at the peak of his pleasure, I stopped. So close to orgasm, but no dice. His cock twitched and he moaned.

I straddled him, taking his cock back into my pussy. I put my hands on his leather vest and dug my nails in as I moved my hips and ground into him. “No you fucking don’t,” he said. His hands went to my hips and turned me back over onto my back. “You’re getting fucked tonight,” he said. And he slammed into me like a sledgehammer, forcing a scream of pleasure from my mouth. He went at me like a jackhammer, loud slapping filling the air, and his moans and grunts loud in my ears.

I could feel my orgasm coming like a powerful tidal wave. The warmth in my pussy spread out through my body, every nerve ending tingling. My muscles were pulled taut and I yelled in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crashed over me and I could feel JT’s pulsing cock inside me, spurting and filling me with hot sticky cum.

And then we were both lying there on the pool table, catching our breath, entwined and warm. The smell of leather and musk was in the air, and I knew I wanted to be JT’s old lady. I wanted to be part of the Sons of Hellfire and I was going to do all it took to make it happen.

As JT’s cum leaked out of me and onto the pool table, a strange sound reached my ears. Applause. Hooting and hollering. JT and I looked up and saw four men in black leather jackets watching us from the door.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” JT yelled at them.

They just laughed and clapped.

JT smiled at me. “So, want to meet some of the brothers?”

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An Excerpt From

The Billionaire or The Cowboy

^{The COMPLETE Saga}

By Fiona Flask

He pushed me roughly onto the bed. I bounced back on my ass, skirt billowing. He snarled at me. His piercing blue eyes stared at my green ones, then examined my body carefully. He loosened his tie. He told me, “Take off all your clothes.”

I giggled nervously.

“Is that funny?” he asked, sharply.

“No,” I said, wiping the smile off my face. “Sir.”

He nodded, brows narrowing as he watched me intently. His hair was greying around the temples. Flecks of salt in his pepper. He had a day’s worth of stubble on his square jaw and a muscular body under his three-piece-suit. And God, was he rich. That suit might have cost as much as my monthly salary. Probably more.

“Strip,” he commanded, impatiently.

I fired into action. I unbuttoned and peeled off my cardigan. My blouse and bra came away to reveal my size F tits. I’m a big girl, and I used to be shy about it. But that was before I met Hank Tarbell, the billionaire who was watching me shed my clothes.

I met him three months previous. I worked in the secretarial pool, for one of the lower level managers. It was his company, Tarbell Software, and I was low, low, low on the totem pole. I had seen Mr. Tarbell in passing. Entering and leaving the building. Going to a floor much, much higher than mine. But he didn’t notice me until a few weeks into my job.

I was filling out an Excel document when Mr. Tarbell came onto the floor with my boss, Gary. I was in shock when I was introduced to him. People that rich and powerful don’t seem like regular humans. They seem to walk on a cloud of confidence and privilege everywhere they go.

Mr. Tarbell shook my hand, and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lois. And welcome aboard.” I just about swooned. And there was something in his eyes, as well. He was too in control to have sneaked a peek at my cleavage, but there was something animalistic and hungry about his handshake, his words, and that look in his eyes.

It was a week after that when it happened. I was working late. The office was deserted except for me, my brown hair frizzy and my eyes heavy. I had been staring at the screen all day and I was trying to get something done before the weekend, but I was starting to go loopy. I was so bored. My mind started to wander to Mr. Tarbell, and his firm handshake and piercing eyes. I imagined how firm his grip on my ass might be. How his hot breath and tongue would feel on my pussy. My nipples hardened as I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.

My fingers went to my nipples. I rubbed the sore peaks through the fabric and moaned. My other hand went under the hem of skirt. I closed my eyes. In my mind’s eye, I could see him buried in my cunt. I could feel his stubble very gently scratching between my thighs. A moan turned into a whimper as I slid my middle finger into my fast moistening slit. I spread my legs wide. My other hand tugged the buttons on my shirt open, and pulled down my bra. The cool air on my nipples made them harden all the more. I eased a second finger between my pussy lips. A wetness was spreading down my thighs, soaking into the fabric of the chair, but I didn’t care.

The rhythmic squelch of my fingers plunging in and out of me filled the air as I arched my back and cried out loudly. My breaths were ragged. Each plunge of my fingers eliciting louder moans. “Mr. Tarbell,” I choked out. “Fuck me.” As I orgasmed, it felt as though electricity was shot through my body. My muscles spasmed and I slowed my fingers and took deep breaths. I licked my fingers clean and opened my eyes.

Mr. Tarbell was standing right there.

I jumped, struggling to hide my body, throwing my skirt over my legs, and pulling my shirt back together as best I could. My face burned. Shit, shit, shit. How fucking embarrassing. “I’m sorry,” I said, stammering. “I’m sorry.” Few had seen me so naked, so exposed. A couple of old boyfriends, maybe, though I usually insisted on doing it in the dark. I had a hard time feeling sexy, given the wideness of my hips, and the extra pounds on my stomach. I was sure that the image of my jiggling fat would be revolting to any man. And here he had seen me, in the unforgiving fluorescent light, masturbating with my skirt pulled up and my shirt pulled down.

Mr. Tarbell looked unamused. “This is an office,” he said. “This is a place of business. Have you no self-control?”

“I don’t know what came over me,” I said, nearly crying. “It won’t happen again. I thought I was alone. Please. It won’t happen again.” I needed this job. If I got fired, I definitely wouldn’t make rent.

“This is unacceptable,” he said, disgust on his face. “You need to control your urges. You’re not an animal.” He looked around. “This offices reeks of sex.”

“I will control myself. I swear.”

“Self-control must be taught,” said Tarbell. “And it looks like it’ll fall to me to teach you.” He put his hand on the desk between us and tapped it for emphasis. “If you want to keep this job, you’ll do what I say, when I say it.”

“I will, sir.”

He pointed his finger at me. “Swear it.”

“I swear.”

“You’ve been a bad secretary. You’ve been a bad girl. You’re not to touch your cunt for two weeks. If you do, I’ll find out. If you do, you’ll be punished.”

I was shocked. My mouth was agape.

“Close your mouth.”

“Sorry.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re to call me sir,” he said, sternly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Then he smiled for the first time. A small smile. And he boarded the elevator and left.

I heaved a sigh of relief. Had that actually just happened? I couldn’t believe it.

After the weekend, I came back into the office sheepishly, wondering if somehow everyone knew. The sight of my chair, the scene of the crime, made me feel sick with humiliation. There was a light stain, but it was probably only me who would notice it. After about an hour, though, I settled back into my rhythm and everything was as normal.

But at the end of the day, just before I was to leave, I got an email from Mr. Tarbell. It said:

Stay at your desk.

Nothing more. The nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach returned. Was he going to fire me? The thought didn’t make any sense, but the fear was real.

But I stayed at my desk. And when my boss and coworkers had all gone, Mr. Tarbell was there. He didn’t even say hello before he spoke.

“Did you touch your cunt?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He narrowed his brow, annoyed.

“Sir.”

“Good.” He watched me sitting behind the desk for a moment. Then he put his hands on the desk. “Put your feet up on the desk,” he said.

I stared at him, confused. “What--”

“Do it now.”

I put my feet up on the desk, smoothing my skirt over my thighs and keeping my legs together.

He smirked. “Spread your legs.”

I bit my lip and did as he asked. He was staring straight at my crotch, now in full view. He leaned forward and reached toward my panties, grasping the fabric roughly and moving it aside. He looked at my naked pussy, and nodded. “Good,” he said. He thumbed my clit and slid his index finger slowly inside me. I gasped, and felt myself getting wet. I leaned my head back, eyes closed, and moaned.

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An Excerpt From

I Need Release

^{Erotic Massage Therapy}

^{Tantric Yoni Massage}

By Fiona Flask

Carlos greets me himself, warmly. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, tight against his muscles. His white teeth flash as he smiles at me. “How are we doing today?”

I sigh, but smile. “Not so great. My rent’s going up.”

Carlos’s mouth twists. “That’s just the worst, Erica. I’m sorry to hear it. They upped the rent here, as well. Everything goes up with inflation except income. Isn’t that just the way?”

I nod.

“Well, you can head right in. I’ll be with you shortly. Go ahead and get settled.”

I move past him into the private massage room and disrobe. There’s a shower and I get into it, allowing the hot water to run all over me. I rub the water into my skin and close my eyes. But misery follows me into the water. I try to put my increased rent from my mind, but it’s no use. I’ll be thinking about it until I figure out a solution.

After my shower, I dry myself off and lie down on the massage table, face down. I leave my ass covered by the towel. Soon, I’m joined by Carlos.

“Hey,” says Carlos. “I know you must be stressed. Do you want me to put on some music?”

“Maybe just softly.”

“Sure.” Carlos goes to put on some ambient, soft music. Then he lights a few incense sticks and coats his hand in massage oil. I can hear him doing these things. My eyes are shut.

Slick fingers slowly drift onto the skin of my back, pressing and moulding me. The slip of my skin feels good against my muscles and bones. The aches abate as Carlos works his magic on me. Down my back and along my spine he rubs me so well, so nicely. His fingertips are shooting warmth and pleasure under my skin. I let out a small hum of pleasure, despite my worries still circling in my brain.

“I’m just going to move your towel down a touch,” Carlos’s chocolatey voice says.

“OK,” I say.

He tugs the towel down just a little before continuing his progress along my back, rubbing and spidering and pushing with his incredible fingers. Down to the small of my back, dragging his thumbs out to my sides.

“You’re very tense,” he says. “How’s your back been feeling?”

“Sore,” I say. “Very sore. Throbbing pain. The usual.”

“Any particular spots?”

“No, not really. My lower back and neck, mostly.”

His hands are instantly at the back of my head, massaging my scalp and down my neck. His fingers wind into my hair. I want to coo from the nice feelings coursing through me. Then his hands are back down at my lower back, his fingertips dipping just under the towel. Tantalizing close to my ass. To the spots where he dares not touch. I suddenly find myself wishing his would. Wishing he would flip me over and have his way. I find my pussy is suddenly beginning to get wet. Just a little bit. Not full-fledged drips.

But he skips over the towelled area and moves onto my thighs and calves. His touches are no less wonderful there.

“Am I helping at all?” he asks.

“You’re working wonders,” I answer. “Thank you so much.”

“I aim to please,” he says. “I just can’t help feeling that you’re not necessarily feeling any less tense. Are you in any way uncomfortable?”

“No,” I say. “I’m resigned to being unable to fully relax this session, I’m afraid. Just a little too stressful these days.”

“I understand… I just wish there was some way I could help you.”

“You’re helping me as much as you can now,” I say. “Your massages help more than you can know.”

“But I’m not really helping you as much as I can right now,” he says, slowly. “Have you ever tried tantric massage?”

“I can’t say I have,” I say, turning my head sideways so I can look up at him.

“There’s a massage called Yoni massage. Yoni means sacred place or sacred temple and it refers to the sacred spot on a woman. If you’d like, I could try it. You might like it.”

I can scarcely believe what I’m hearing. Surely I’m misunderstanding him. “Yoni… It’s a massage for…”

“For your genitals,” says Carlos.

“Right.”

“If you’d like. It might help.”

My head swims at the thought of Carlos’s big, meaty hands touching my pussy. I want him. I want that, so much. “It’s worth a shot,” I say.

“All right,” he says. “Please turn over while I get some pillows for you.”

I flip over and my pussy tingles excitedly. My breathing is heavy and my heart is beating hard. Fuck. Calm down. Yoni massage is a real massage. Like Jane said, it’s no different than him touching my back, really. It’s all skin… This doesn’t change the relationship. He’s still the… hot massage therapist, and I’m still the client. Should I cover myself with the towel? Or not? I feel a little shy, which is ridiculous, given what I’ve just agreed to. Nevertheless, I lie the towel lengthwise over my body. It covers me from tits to cunt.

Carlos returns with two fluffy pillows and smiles at me. “Do you mind if I remove this towel?”

“No!” I say, strangely and nervously.

“I want you to feel comfortable with all of this,” says Carlos. “Don’t worry, I will go very slow. This massage is built on respect and trust. This is simply a massage, with no particular goal. Some women orgasm from this massage, but it’s not the goal. Just feel what feels good and lose yourself in the pleasure. Relax into yourself.”

“OK,” I say.

Carlos slowly removes the towel. It drags on my nipples, making them grow stiff.

“This pillow is for behind your head,” says Carlos, placing one there. “This one is for under your hips. And I’ll be right back with two more pillows…”

My pussy is elevated in the air, feeling the breeze. I feel exposed, but also free.

The last two pillows go under my knees.

“Spread your legs, please,” Carlos says. “And breathe. Deep, even breathing.”

I do what he says, and he slicks his hands in massage oil again. He waits a few moments, just watching me breathe. My breasts lift with each deep breath.

He places his slick hands on my stomach and begins to gently run his hands along me. My ribcage, my chest, my breasts, my inner thighs… he touches me gently everywhere. Pleasure floods my body. His hands run over my breasts, squeezing them in his slick hands. Electricity shoots from my nipples to my pussy.

I feel trickles of massage oil landing on my pussy’s mound. His hands are there, cupping my vulva and rubbing it. Then his fingers are squeezing the outer lips of my vagina. His thumb and index finger carefully trace my outer lips, then my inner lips. I open my eyes and see him looking back at me. Carlos, this amazing, hot man, with his fingers tantalizingly dancing on my pussy.

He continues to rub and squeeze my pussy lips, and I can feel myself getting wet and hot. My lips are engorging with pleasure. Everything gets puffy down there when I’m being well-stimulated. His fingers are like tendrils of pleasure, traversing every external part of my pussy.

After a few minutes of his slow, teasing squeezing and rubbing, his fingers find my clit. He slowly strokes my clit lightly in circles with one finger. Very gently, very slowly.

“Remember to breathe,” he says.

Ah, yes, Breathing. I forgot about that for a moment.

“Concentrate on your breathing,” he says.

Easy for him to say. His gently circling of my clit is filling me with hot electricity. My arousal is permeating the air around me. I must be radiating heat like a furnace. But he is slow and deliberate. This is an experience entirely unlike the usual quick DJ manoeuvre I usually use on myself. Or the fumbling quickness of my ex. This is a man who makes people feel good with his hands for a living. He’s an artist, painting pleasure into my skin.

I can feel his finger at my opening. I gasp.

“Breathe,” he says.

And slowly, his finger enters me.

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Fiona Flask loves sex, and writing about sex. She’s 28, with a degree in creative writing, and her dream is to travel the world. For questions, suggestions, and more, email Fiona at fionaflask@gmail.com.

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Published: August 27, 2014

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