0 comments/ 253746 views/ 27 favorites Give Me What I Want By: analplayplease Josh and I met at one of those terrible company picnics that employees are obligated to attend. He was dutifully manning a grill on the opposite side of the park and I was chugging down alcohol trying my best to be the first drunk under the pavilion. After two hours of chit-chat with co-workers that I disdain; I sat down for lunch. I found myself across from a fairly attractive man. I say fairly because, had he lost the "I Am The Cook" apron, he would have looked better. As much as I hate to say it I found him witty and charming. He worked in the fraud department. (I worked in management in a different dept.) I ate quickly. After lunch I planned to hustle out and surprisingly Josh met me halfway across the park. He asked for my number. I did not give it. I demanded that he either get his ass in my car now or forget about asking again. He climbed in. I peeled out and told him to take off his apron. I demanded that he give it to me. At a light I jumped out from behind the wheel and threw it in the nearest trashcan. (Thankfully those lights take a long time). Josh had been silent since he got into my car. He finally asked where we were headed. I told him we were going to my apartment to clean up. He sat silent for the rest of the twenty-minute drive. After arriving at my apartment I jumped into the shower and came out ten minutes later in a towel. I demanded Josh take a shower too. He tried fighting me because he had no clothes. I assured him I had clothes lying around. He got clean and a half hour later we were out at a great coffee bar in the city. We managed to chat. (He did eventually begin speaking again) and that day lead to many more and eventually Josh and I became a couple. Our sex life was much better than I thought it would be and Josh and I had great mind blowing sex often. One thing I did not get from Josh was the anal sex I craved. (I like it at least three times a week.) I had brought it up before but Josh was a typical guy from a semi-religious home and felt that anal sex was going too far. I figured I would work on him slowly. I began by touching his ass while giving him head. This went all right and after two weeks I was fingering his asshole and sucking him off until he blew his load deep in my throat. This became an activity I did every time I gave him a blowjob. After a month I asked him to return the favor. He began one day by licking my wet slit up and down (as usual). Then he slowly began licking down to my puckered asshole. He licked slowly, tentatively even. After he had licked my ass for a few minutes he pushed his index finger in my hole. I was squirming and groaning under his touch. I begged him to insert another. He did. He finger fucked my ass for a few minutes and then clamped down on my clit. I exploded in his mouth much more violently than he had ever seen. Finally anal play had come into our sex life. Josh was not too keen to go much further than rimming or fingering my ass. As a way to broach the subject I would rim him, finger his ass and even slide my tongue up his asshole and jack him off at the same time. A month and a half after my first touch of his ass I managed to get three fingers in his ass without much trouble. I was licking and sucking his cock and swallowing his meat until I realized I was pounding his ass violently with my hand. He blew his load deep on my face and then yelled at me for being too rough. He was sort of pissed. I explained that I was so hot bringing him pleasure that I got carried away. I did mention that his orgasm was so hard I had a red mark where his first shot of cum had hit me. He began laughing and said it had hurt but it was such a rush. He then flipped me over and rammed my ass with his fingers in much the same manner as I had just done him. I came from anal stimulation alone that day. Later that night, in bed, I asked Josh if he fuck my ass. He sat silent for a few minutes and pondered my question. At last he looked at me and said, "Yes, if you will teach me." After work the next day Josh and I stopped at an adult store hidden among the cities other fine gems. We walked in and went straight for anal toys. I found three butt plugs of varying size. The largest plug was for me. The two slightly smaller plugs were for Josh. I also found a dildo that was fairly close to Josh's length and width. If I was going to have his cock in my ass he could have one of similar size in his. We also bought a large amount of lube. We were running low lately. I think I drove 20 mph over the limit in order to get home faster. Josh and I walked into the door and locked it. My panties were damp and I saw Josh's bulge in his pants. In my head I was debating to go through a "normal" but hot fuck fest first or to go straight into anal play. Anal play won out. I ran to the bedroom with Josh right behind me. I sidled up to Josh and took off all of my clothing. Josh stripped with me. I saw his cock, slightly damp and rock hard, pointing at me. I pulled him close and kissed him hard. It was a kiss of desire. Josh and I kissed like that for another ten minutes just letting our bodies touch and our heat mingle together. Finally I felt Josh move his hand down to my throbbing pussy. He massaged for just a few moments and we broke our kiss. I asked Josh to lie down on the bed. I propped his ass up on a pillow and began to lick his cock slowly to keep him aroused. At the same time I lubed up the smaller of the two butt plugs and inserted it into his ass. He groaned as the coned shape plug fit into him. Until his ass relaxed a bit I could do nothing. So I asked him to watch as I took the largest plug and lubed it. I handed it to him and told him to push it in my ass in one go. He blanched but did as told. My ass swallowed it with a bit of pain. I winced as the cone hit my sphincter and wedged itself there. My ass was on fire and feeling great. I got down on my hands and knees and began sucking Josh's dick again. After a few moments I could not take it so I hopped on top of him and rode his hard cock until I came all over him. MY pussy juice had leaked all over his lap and was even running down to his ass. I got down and cleaned him up with my mouth. Josh had still not cum. He was solid and his cock was pulsing a deep purple. I had planned to fuck him first with the dildo and I did not want to loose sight of the real plan. I slowly asked him to push his butt plug out. He did as told and a slight popping noise came with it. His ass was already closing so I grabbed the other plug and quickly lubed it. I pushed most of it into his ass with one go. I kept just the largest part of the cone out. I began working it slowly into his ass. He was fighting me without knowing it. He would not relax his ass muscles. Finally I got fed up and licked his cock. The minute I felt him relax I pushed the rest of the plug into his ass. He yelped in pain. He was about to get up but could not get over the feeling of the plug hitting his prostate. Yeah his ass hurt but it also felt good. He was still rock hard and his cock was such a deep purple I would swear it was going to break off. I climbed on top of him again and rode myself off to my second orgasm. I had still not got the dildo in his ass but I was so concerned with his blue/purple dick that I just pushed my plug out of my own ass and without getting very far up I slammed my ass down on his cock. I engulfed it all in one go and I could feel him throbbing inside of my twitching asshole. I rode his cock for a bit but became uncomfortable. Josh got up and stood. He flipped me over doggy style and pushed his cock into my ass. He was deep inside and my lube was drying up. He added a more and began furiously pounding into my ass. With every thrust his own butt plug was pushing against his prostate. He was squealing and grunting. He was feeling duel sensations like never before. I took a hand and began rubbing my clit. He inserted a few fingers in my sopping pussy and fingered me. After no more than five minutes I was cumming. My ass clamped down on his cock and my pussy was clenching around his hand. I was thrashing around when I heard him yell at the top of his lungs. His cum flooded my asshole and trickled down into my already drenched pussy. Neither of us moved after cumming. His cock was still in my ass and I was still on all fours. He had slumped over me and I was supporting his weight on my back. Finally he pulled out of my ass with a loud wet plop. His dick was slimy and glorious looking. He lay down upon the bed and I got right on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I licked his dick and cleaned up the mess that was just in my ass. He slowly began licking my pussy. Once he was at attention I pulled a little on his butt plug. I am not sure if he was aware it was still inside of him. I pulled the plug out and saw his gaping asshole staring back at me. He was exhausted but I was so close to getting a dildo up his ass. I was not going to loose my chance. I pulled him to the edge of the bed. I began licking his cock again and warming up the dildo inside my pussy. Once it was warm I poured lube all over it and asked him to stand. I got behind him and told him to bend over the desk. He did as told. I pushed the cock up into his ass and began a very slow in/out motion. Soon he was meeting the dildo thrust for thrust. I told him to touch himself. He began to touch his cock and slide his hands along the shaft. Soon he was rubbing the head on the palm of his hands. I continued pumping the dildo in and out of his ass. Josh had always been as vocal as I was during sex and now he was talking dirty and telling me how great this was. "I love that dick in my ass. Fuck me harder. Pound my ass with that cock. I am gonna cum." Soon he was groaning and screaming as his second hard orgasm came that night. He shot his load all over the desk and the floor. After hot showers and gentle washing we both climbed into bed in the guest bedroom. My room was too messy to even think of sleeping in. Josh pulled me to him and he kissed me slowly and sweetly. He said, "When I asked you to teach me. You never told me how good a teacher you are." He also apologized for keeping his cock out of my ass. And he told me I could choose where to put his dick from now on. I just smiled and figured that finally something good had come from work. Give Me What I Want It was the sound of heels that snapped Geoffrey Haden to attention. Not a normal sound in a subterranean hideout. From habit, his spine went rigid, and the built in reaction pissed him off. Pressure at his temples intensified from the distraction. He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his chestnut eyes to focus beyond the computer. Gene codes flashed across his screen, but he left it to the computer to decipher. The program was designed to babysit the data so he could occasionally pry himself away to do other things. Like fume. All around him fans in the duct work buzzed to keep the supercomputers running at optimum temperature, a temperature incompatible with human comfort. But the only human elements in his labs were the researchers and genetic samples kept under lock and key. At this late hour of the afternoon, that left only him for the breathing inhabitants. His research assistants were trapped away above ground in classrooms, leaving Geoffrey alone, in near perfect solitude, broken only by mechanical effort at keeping him frozen. So where was the annoying sound coming from? More precisely who? At any given moment, Geoffrey had ten different computer simulations running to mash through data, five assistants pestering him for insights to jumpstart their careers, three articles in different stages of being written or fought with, and the normal annoyances of professorship in the form of emails, text messages, and meetings. No email or text had warned him of intruders, and he did not need any unscheduled irritation now. Broken from his myopic concentration, he cussed internally if some nitwit had let a media personality in without proper authorization. With the latest scandal having hit the newspapers, even he, in his lair, could hear and feel the buzz of egos and nerves pushed too close to snapping. Sadly the concrete and steel sealing off his lab was impervious to egos and their wrath. As far as he could figure some idiotic student had gotten caught with his pants down in a public zoo and had what was coming, but inevitably the school would be dragged into it to make the story even more sensational. Damn reporters. Wasn't there something more important to report than a half-cocked student with a libido for brains? Geoffrey pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose and ran a hand through work tousled hair that matched his eyes and possessed the healthy shine of being wet right out of a shower. He shoved his chair back into the smooth metal wall that left no space for germs to hide, and unfolded his body to seek out who the intruder was. Intruders had nowhere to hide either. Media or not, they were getting a thrashing very suitable for printing and full of easy to recognize adjectives that required no explanation or long winded diatribes. It was her smell that led him, more than the sound of heels which had now stopped. Getting up his nose hit cooler air, and the slight hint of cleaning disinfectant was no barrier to rose perfume that hung in a cloud. The aroma huddled, scared off by the metal and plastic surroundings, and he used it to track her. "Hello, Geoffrey," a voice sung. "You're hard to find in his maze. How do your rats do it?" Geoffrey spun around. Diane. Diane Chesterfield, the Chancellor's secretary and gatekeeper of his sacred schedule and audience. "Saw that lovely head of yours coming, and thought I'd surprise you." She came around from behind a mainframe and leaned up against it as if at a party and relaxing over a glass of wine. She was definitely not the type to drink beer- too mundane and fattening. Her black linen dress was demure but striking against Nordic skin and topped off by black velvet shoes not normally worn in the workplace. He snapped his head back up to her face and tried to wipe the confusion off his face. "Have I bothered you at a bad time?" she asked knowing damn straight he could not be honest while on the job. "Course not," he lied. "Did I forget to reply to an email?" "No, you're very good about that." She stressed the word 'very' and stood up to wipe any wrinkles free in her skirt, patting the short skirt down around her thighs. "The Chancellor needs to see you first thing in the morning tomorrow before his regular meetings start. 9AM?" She raised her chin to look up at him, her peaked lips fending off a smile. "I hope the early morning will be acceptable? I believe it will only be an imposition to you? No one else will be angry at me for setting up the early affair?" she confirmed with her gaze, her eyes looking at his clenched knuckles. Geoffrey cracked his knuckles wishing he could use one of the computer dollies and move her out the door. Gritting his teeth to moderate his tone, he replied. "Of course. The Chancellor is a busy man," and so am I he thought. "I'll be there." He paused. "Normally such things are set up by email. Is there a problem?" Diane looked at him and shook her head, letting her long blond hair swirl. "Of course not, Geoffrey, no problem that I can see at all. But this is a very important meeting and David wanted to make sure you would be there. With the lateness of the day, I promised to hand deliver the request." Geoffrey let the coolness of the air get to him. "Everything is okay?" It had to be about his grant. Something this big could only be very bad or very good news. He was not going to accept bad news when he was this close. David had to agree. "I'm sure you and David will be able to see eye-to-eye on things. Just promise me, Geoffrey, you will be there. It would be very bad for you if you were late." She winked at him. "Why don't you escort me out now?" She put out her hand, making his chivalrous training kick in to take hold of it. Geoffrey reluctantly took the offered hand. She squeezed in close to him as if concerned the floor might rupture under her feet and send her plummeting into the earth's core. "I don't know how you put up with it Geoffrey. It's so cold here. Makes me want to grab hold of you to stay warm." She rubbed her body up against his. Geoffrey nearly pulled her arm out of the socket trying to get her to the exit. The warmth of her body felt foreign to him, and not in a good way. She was toxic to him and all he had locked up. He needed her gone. "Ouch, Geoffrey," she whimpered. "You're hurting me. You're too strong for your own good." "You said you were cold," he pointed out gruffly. "So gallant, Geoffrey, but really it wasn't a complaint." She squeezed his hand. "Tell me you never wondered how hot this room could get when two bodies rubbed together. Question of physics or chemistry?" Geoffrey was caught off guard; something Diane was innately good at doing to him. "Physics," he answered as if instructing a student. "No chemistry at all? Isn't that what they call mutual attraction?" She wiggled her wrist out of his grasp and cupped his balls, massaging the pleats out of the front of his scrub pants. Geoffrey tried to jump backwards, but her fingers kept him trapped unless he wanted to tear himself. "Let me go," he growled. Her hand stayed right where it was. "Oh come off your high horse, Geoffrey. I've seen the way you look at me. You don't lie well when you think no one's looking back." "You dress to be looked at," he squirmedd, trying to shift his hips to avoid fingers seeking out internal folds of pleated skin. "You still look. No one's making you give me those long inspections when you think I'm paying attention to the Chancellor and not you. You spend a bit too long to simply take notice of me." Her fingers let go as she pushed him up against one of the supercomputer housings. Her shorter body enough momentum to tip him backwards when all his focus pointed to his groin and balls rising up in height. Geoffrey got his breath back on an even keel as he steadied his feet. "What do you want Diane?" "Stop getting me to do the dirty work for you. I know you want me, but you want me to say it for you. Little boy antics are not becoming in a grown man of your intelligence. Your brain is one of your selling features; don't castrate it for an easy out." She rubbed against him, and hiked her dress up to just below her panty line. "What I want is irrelevant. We're in a public place for crying out loud. And I'm busy." He tried to leverage himself out from under her, but each motion caused more of their bodies to come into contact. "Pathetic excuses. You'll always be busy. There will always be a grant in the works. Does your thick brain needs more than your groin to convince it. I can feel you, you know." Geoffrey tried to prevent his hand from covering his traitorous region, because any hand covering would knock into her pussy. "Make me happy and think of how happy I can make the Chancellor. I'll replay now in my mind when his fat, meaty hands are all over me. One session with me and I can get him to sign anything." "This is rape." Geoffrey gripped his legs, trying to avoid any more contact with her. "Oh, please, Geoffrey. Isn't that rather excessive? What am I forcing on you?" Her hands went to each thigh and ran fingers up to his groin, getting his package to follow her pursuit and push into her stomach. "You're holding the grant over me." Geoffrey clenched his teeth but his groin bypassed the silent plea to ignore her smell and presence. "You exaggerate. I simply said that if I'm happy I can make someone else happy. I said nothing about talking him out of signing the grant. For all I know it's already signed and this is a celebration of all that you want. All that you want. Money isn't everything you know." She bent a knee between his legs and gently rammed it into his balls. Geoffrey's legs pressed against her knee, locking it to him so she was forced to hold onto his shoulders for support. "You know the grant is yours for the taking. I think a little celebration is in order." She pulled her leg free and when his attention was caught up in her knee, went for the elastic waist of his scrubs and yanked them down. Geoffrey stumbled as the cold air found the hottest part of his body. "Now stay put," Diane ordered, snapping the band of his briefs into his swelling skin. She got his eyes to follow her hands off his briefs and latch onto the hem of her dress. She slinked the dress up to show a black thong. Her fingers fluttered in the air as they then dipped below the thong and glided it down her thighs, exposing herself fully to his eyes that barely blinked. Geoffrey choked on his large inhale of cold air that made his lungs clamor at the onslaught. Air rushed past his salivating mouth too fast to be heated. "Now we can do this one of two ways. I can either toss you to the hard floor and mount you until I'm really happy. Or you can pick me up and put me on you with those strong arms of your and toss me into the supercomputer as I wrap my legs around your waist. Which will it be?" Diane rubbed at her clit and brought her finger up for him to sniff it. Geoffrey's nostrils flared. "Your mind and your body seem to be of two different thoughts. As much as I admire your mind, right now I just want your body. How am I to have it? Answer me." She ran her finger down the stubble on his chin. "Tisk, tisk. When was the last time you remembered to shave, Dr. Haden?" "I can't do this," Geoffrey tried. "Oh but you can. Get rid of those guilty thoughts. I guess the floor it is for you. I don't trust your arms to hold me. I guess you'll have to ram me into the computer some other time." Geoffrey flinched. "Really, Geoffrey. Stop being a prissy. You do realize if you make me happy enough I might want seconds." She laughed. "Now do I have to push you down to the floor or are you going to bend those pretty knees of yours on your own?" Geoffrey slunk down the computer and crumpled on the floor, his back and head propped up, but legs splayed open. Diane looked down at him. "Just remember if you have a bruise it's your fault. I was willing to take one in the name of teamwork, but you weren't up for that scenario. She started to squat down, making him watch her pussy's descent as it scraped against his swollen dick and tensed balls. "At least I have something to work with." Diane talked to his rigid cock waiting to be encapsulated with her heat and moisture. "Hopefully your brain will learn to follow." Geoffrey closed his eyes. "Be that way." She lifted her pussy to rim his ridge, and coaxed him into her with a series of downward thrusts that opened her up to his full girth. Her hands now useless to the insertion cradled his shoulders to hold him steady for her. His buttocks clenched beneath her, but he stayed put. "That's a good boy. Now just lie there and I'll be done with you in no time. Unless you interrupt me with needless whines and whimpers." Geoffrey bit his lips to go with his sealed eye lids. Diane rubbed her clit against the balls of her life-sized, internally heated, sex toy. Her clit sprang into extension as she dragged it against his scrotum with a rocking motion that caught up every nerve ending she could find to contact him with. Vaginal walls sealed around him with spasmodic contractions as she rode him up and down like a carousel horse riding to internal music of ecstasy. She began a slow crescendo of eruptions as she pumped him up and down, flattening her clit and pussy into his groin with each downward fall. His cock rubbed her into an internal frenzy while his scrotum teased her clit into exploding. Warmth spread until she was soaked and her mind a blurred swirl of endorphins. When she came to, she went at him again with stronger, more ferocious and faster thrusts, pelting his scrotum in each descent. She kept at him until she could feel his body fail to fend off the contortions that added even more heat and moisture to her insides. She continued to ride him until he squealed like a pig begging her to stop. Even after that she went another few times until her own arms were going to give out. Forcing her legs to extend, she came off him and towered over him as she yanked up her thongs and pulled down her dress. Stepping off him, she eyed him from above. "See you tomorrow early." Turning around, she swayed her hips out of sight.