1 comments/ 62634 views/ 14 favorites She Admits She Wants It Ch. 01 By: TheLovelyLickerish1 If this story seems familiar to some of you, it's because it is. It's a reworked version of an earlier submitted story. After taking some much needed criticism and putting it to good use, I believe I'm presenting a much higher quality story for your pleasure. Enjoy, and feel free to let me know how I can better please your palate. * Heather woke from her light sleep, stretching leisurely and kicked the sheet off of her. Realizing she was bound by her wrists, but not tightly, she had enough slack in her bindings to scratch a small itch on her shoulder. Interesting. The ties that bound her were not tight on her wrists; loose, but tightly knotted and too small to slip over her hands. Not that she wanted to but trying anyway, she couldn't undo them. Knowing him, he had something special in mind. Chris was the adventurous one, but deferred to her more mundane sexual wishes. She loved sex with him; he was good in bed, always pleased her, not pouting when she didn't feel like it. He'd like to do a lot more than she allowed but understood that a lot of her reluctance was her upbringing. He didn't yet know about the people in the alley behind the bakery. That would be for later. They were all she'd thought of for days. He came into the room wearing only a pair of shorts. Leaning over the bed, kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around, she was suddenly overcome with thoughts of his tongue swirling around her clit. It was a direct assault. Not only did he kiss her, his left hand pinched her nipple, making it hard while his other hand reached lower. A frisson of excitement ran up her spine and she arched, opening her legs, allowing him access to her slit. He inserted a finger into her, already wet and slick, and rubbed the slightly rough pad of his thumb over her hardening clitoris. "You want anything from the kitchen, Heathe?" "Maybe just a pair of scissors. No fair that you get to touch me and I have to lie here and just take it." "Nice try. Not yet, though." "So, what have I woken up to?" "Be patient and you'll see." He padded from the room and she could hear him in the kitchen getting one of the canned drinks he dearly loved. It seemed to take a long time to grab a can. Aah, what a time to get an itch, and what a place to get it. Her pussy started out itching, but now it was something more and she realized that he had had something on his thumb, some sort of arousal gel, because her clit became hot, blood throbbing in her pussy. There was no immediate relief for her. Being tied, she couldn't reach down and touch herself, but had to wait for him to return. When he finally did, after what seemed like hours but was only minutes, she was on fire. Rubbing her legs together had spread the gel down where it mixed with her own juices, making her even wetter and finally running down the crack of her ass onto the bed. Her entire nether region was aflame, her heart pounding with desire and no relief in sight. Standing over her with a grin that caused his one dimple to show, he watched her writhing on the bed attempting some relief. Her thighs furiously rubbing together and all that happened was his cock got hard. "You like that? I figured you would after you told me how that cooling gel for your waxing made your skin tingle. I don't think this was its intended purpose, but it works for me!" "How long do you intend to stand there watching me suffer? C'mon, Chris, come fuck me." "I will, just enjoying the show for a bit. All that frantic thigh rubbing is making your tits bounce around so nicely." Kissing her again, only brushing his lips against her this time, he then took a nipple in his mouth. The other ruched up into a nub, which he rubbed and rolled between his fingers. While his ministrations did distract her from the heat coursing through her body, it also intensified it, making her ache to have him touch, lick, or fuck her. She rubbed her foot against the crotch of his shorts, feeling his hard length under the material. "You know, I could be humping you instead of the air. Come lick this stuff off and fuck me." "Oh, I am going to fuck you, don't worry about that. Get up on your knees. I want to see your ass in the air. I love to watch that full moon rise." Making a show of it, she rolled onto her stomach and slowly rose to her knees, her legs apart, pointing her ass in his direction, wiggling it provocatively. She was surprised he didn't want to eat her since that was one of his favorite things to do. He loved to kneel on the floor next to the bed, spread her legs over his shoulders and lave her waxed pubis until she was sopping wet with his saliva and her own juice. He would put two thick fingers in her tight pussy, curling them upward to massage her G spot while he sucked her clit until she bucked and writhed. Her fingers buried in his hair, guiding his face, she would cum with an intensity that defied her normally cool exterior. He would then fuck her mercilessly, his body rhythmic above her quaking form while she came again either repeatedly or in one long orgasm. Tonight, though, he wanted to fuck her doggy style, which was fine, too. When she felt his warm breath passing over her rear, her excitement grew. When goosebumps rose on her flesh, he rubbed his warm hands over her, soothing them down, then continued blowing across her skin, moving closer. "Mmmm, you are going to eat my pussy. I thought I was just in for a good ramming." "Don't worry, you're going to get both, just not like you expect. You're going to like it, I promise." She was even more surprised when he made one long pass from bottom to top, ending on her puckered hole. She remembered the first time he touched her asshole; it was the most amazing feeling, but no good Catholic girl would ever ask for that so she didn't mention it again. The first time she let him fuck her in the ass, she got herself ready with a few drinks. Not enough to pass out, but more than enough to temporarily disable any inhibitions she had. He'd gladly rode her, making her hot and wet, then turned her over, lubed her up, and reamed her ass. She loved it, considering that he did it the right way, taking his time until he finally got his cock crammed up her tight hole. Once he had it in and she was ready, he fucked her until she moaned and cried out for him to do it harder, at one point even reaching down to rub her own engorged clit. That sent her completely over the edge, making her scream while having the most intense orgasm ever. "Chris? What are you doing?" "Giving you what you know you want. We both know you won't ask, so I'm not going to make you. I'm just going to make you feel good." That memory was a little blurry, and short; basically just images and feelings because she was so caught up in the moment. Now was different. Now was crystal clear, she was fully aware of what was about to happen. She trusted him, she loved him and she knew he was right: she really did want it. Since the first time, she would occasionally let him touch her there, lick her there, never fuck her there, just because she couldn't bring herself to ask for it or admit that she loved to have his hardness pounding away at her tight hole. It was her own fault that she did without that which she wanted. Tonight, though, he wasn't asking, knowing that she really wanted it as much as he wanted her to have it. He started tonguing her ass, alternating between soft and firm, while reaching under to rub her clit and dip a finger into her wetness. Damn. She sometimes dreamed a lot, talking in her sleep, even bolting out of the bed to take care of dreamed of tasks. Had she mentioned the people in the alley? Had she said something in her sleep about what she saw, and now he was rolling with it? "You taste so good, all of you. I want to feel your ass sucking my dick dry." Hearing him talk excited her, made her want him to fuck her more than she already did. The gel was wearing off, but just the bit of added heat heightened her senses. She heard the sucking and smacking sounds he made as he licked her ass and the squishing of his finger in and out of her wet pussy. Her eyes closed, she thought of the smells and sounds from days before. Breath exhaling, menthol from the gel, flesh on flesh contact, all swirled together. She felt him shift, and then felt the coldness of the lube dripping down her crack. The cold liquid made her jump, and at the same time, he buried a finger in her ass. The small amount of discomfort at having his finger thrust into her pucker was far outweighed by the incredible feeling of having something inside her. She vowed that she would try harder to be more open about her ass, no pun intended, because it felt so good. He slowly fucked her ass with his finger, reaching down to rub her clit just enough to remind her that it was still there. Once he felt her loosen around his finger, he inserted another, adding a bit more lube to ensure that she stayed wet enough. She didn't want to tell him that the second finger was too much for fear that he would stop; it felt so huge to have two fingers buried in her, but she wanted more. She soon got it when he added a third, lightly thrusting to get her used to the fullness since he fully intended to plow her ass until she screamed with pleasure. "You're so tight, Heathe. I can't wait to bury my cock in your asshole instead of my fingers." He rotated and spun his fingers slowly, spreading the tight ring of muscle. He reached under her and pinched her nipples with his other hand and brushed kisses on her asscheeks while fingerfucking her. She was bordering on cumming, her breath coming shorter, but he wasn't ready for her to do that yet. He didn't want her to finish until it was with his dick inside her, shooting his hot load in her rear. He took his fingers out, and began licking her loosened hole again, watching it close up a bit. He tongued her ass, making his tongue pointy and firm, fucking her ass with it. The slightly rough texture, and the wriggling felt incredible, making her not want him to stop, His mouth was directly over her, getting the maximum amount of his tongue into her rosebud as he could. He reached a finger into her pussy and she could feel both appendages rubbing against each other on either side of the wall separating her two openings. It was almost too much and she never wished for something inside her ass as much as she did right now. "I want to cum, please fuck me." She said it so quietly, he hardly heard her. "Not yet. I have more for you. I want you to cum with me fucking your ass." He turned her over on her back, and spread her legs. He began kissing her inner thighs, every now and then blowing his warm breath over her aching slit. Occasionally he gave her clit a quick nip; she was too close to cumming for comfort but not close enough for relief. While still giving her minimal mouth attention, he began rubbing his finger down her crack again, this time very gently pressing it in and out of her ass. He wanted her so wound up that she would beg for his hard cock up her tight hole. He started a rhythm: rub, rub, push, rub, rub, push. She moaned a rhythm of her own, while biting her lip and waiting for release. He added a thumb in her dripping pussy, and then began fucking both of her holes with his hand. Sitting back, he decided to try to make her cum with just his fingers. Or not. He wasn't sure yet. He flicked and rolled her nipples, watching the blush of her excitement pass over her body. She couldn't help but roll her hips to match his pace, hoping for some contact with her aching clitoris to make her cum. Whether it was good or bad that it didn't happen, she wasn't sure. She was heaving her chest at him, whispering, "harder", and in response he pinched her nipples until they darkened with both blood and arousal. Then it came: her declaration. "I want you to fuck my asshole. Please, please, Chris, fuck my ass." Shocked to hear it, he pressed on. "You want me to fuck your ass? Tell me again" "I want you to fuck my ass. Please. Spread my cheeks and bury your cock in my hole and shoot it full of your hot load." Wow. No idea where that came from... Giving her nipples a final pinch and removing his sodden fingers from both of her holes, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Without delay, he placed his cock at the pulsing, slightly open hole and thrust inside of her. With one stroke, his hard shaft was encased in her. He worried for a second that he had hurt her until he heard her let her breath out in the most contented moan he could imagine. Having fingered and licked the lube all the way into her ass made it silky smooth, having used only one finger last left her tight enough to feel like a velvet vice around his dick. Before he could move, he felt her tighten her ass around his dick and moan softly. Then again: "Fuck it, fuck that asshole." He had intended to start slow, bringing her to a long-lasting orgasm, after having loosened her up a bit. Instead, he pushed her up the bed with his weight, all the while with his dick buried in her, his balls grinding against her pussy and clit. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, he pulled back until only the tip of the head was still in her ass. Then he fucked her. He fucked her so hard that the clock fell off the nightstand. He reamed her asshole. He made her tell him how much she loved to feel his cock spreading her asshole wide open. She did so, between the grunts and groans and random mumblings. He slowed only long enough to grab the lube and shoot some over his hot dick, never stopping, wanting to be sure he could fuck that ass and have some leftover for next time. When he felt her orgasm approach, he pulled out, deciding that he wanted to make her wait. The sudden emptiness in her ass was unwelcome, and she turned to look at him. "I want you to fill my ass with your load. I want your cum dripping from my stretched asshole." "I know you do, but I have more for you. Don't worry, my dick will still be here for you." Unbelievably, he'd opened some floodgate in her, but she was going to wait because that's what he wanted. Right now was not the time to ask questions about what was going through her mind. Watching her ass close slightly for a bit, the lube seeping out, he quickly went to wash himself off. When he came back, she'd flipped onto her back and he began fucking her drenched pussy. She came almost immediately, tightening up around him. He reached down and stroked her clit while her pussy pulsed, until she was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and had finished convulsing with her orgasm. "Now I'm going to shoot your ass full of my hot cum." He grabbed his pocketknife off the nightstand, and cut her cords. Once he had her freed, she stretched her legs over her head, her vulva swollen, her asshole presented to him, then grabbed both of her cheeks and pulled them apart. "Look at it, look at what you did. Now fuck it, fuck it! Fuck my ass!" Who the hell was this? Unbelievable! He pulled her to the edge of the bed so that he could stand up, decided that he didn't need any more lube since she was dripping from both holes, placed himself once again at her tightened opening, and filled her ass with his dick. She gasped, then gasped again when he told her that now he was going to shoot her full while she came again, and that she was going to help. Pulling her so that her ass was hanging over the side of the bed and her legs were splayed almost completely flat, he began pounding her pucker. He stroked long and hard, making sure she felt every inch of him. She was so tight that the friction made her asshole feel like a ring of fire. His balls slapped under her ass, each smack matching the one of his hips driving against her asscheeks. Her tits bounced and jiggled in a slightly circular motion with his pounding. "Pinch your nipples." He wasn't asking. He wanted to watch her touch herself again. She didn't hesitate, whatever barrier he'd broken through still down. "Rub your clitoris. " She did, and he felt her spasm. "Rub it harder." He fucked her harder, ordering her to alternate between her nipples and her clit. When he felt her spasm again, tighter and longer, he told her to pinch both of her nipples at the same time and he reached down and stroked her clit. The combination of him buried in her ever tightening asshole, her swollen clit being rubbed and her nipples being pinched did her in. She panted, gasped, and finally screamed her orgasm. When she began bucking, he left her clit, grabbed her hips, gave a final stroke, and came, his pulsing cock emptying into her rear. She felt his load, hotter than she thought it could be, shooting inside her ass. She felt each spurt, hitting her insides, and it made her orgasm peak again. Random thoughts passed through her head: him spanking her, fucking her pussy with a vibrator, fucking her pussy with a vibe while he fucked her ass, lying on the bed fingering herself while he watched... she'd never wanted those things before but maybe opening her ass opened new worlds. He moved to lay on the bed, spent in more ways than one. She decided that she wanted to hold his cum in her ass for a bit. Her asshole hurt, but in the same way that a good workout makes muscles burn. Her pussy felt wide open and her clit was just a swollen mass. Left alone with her thoughts, she had to figure out how to approach him about all of this. Knowing he would wonder what the hell happened today, she had to take time to put her thoughts together. She would tell him about the couple she'd seen in the alley, the couple who were doing all the things she'd wanted to do but hadn't until now. That was for another day, another time when they were not in bed, when it couldn't color their own actions any more than it already had. She wanted what she saw, now it was just going about how to get it without completely freaking him out. She wanted him to fuck her ass again. She wanted him to fuck her ass and spank her at the same time, making her cheeks as swollen and red as her rosy puckered hole surely was. When the urge to pee overcame her, she finally got up and went to the bathroom. She felt him dripping out of her, and instead of being disgusted by it, she was happy. Happy that her man wanted her to feel every bit of pleasure he could give her. He was sleeping when she came back to bed. She let him sleep, knowing that his dick would be hard for every orifice she had again, and in very short order, and that every hole she had was ready and willing to be filled with whatever he wanted. She Admits She Wants It Ch. 02 This is a great stand-alone as a sex scene, but taken in context with She Admits She Wants It, Part I, it delves into the why for the what. Part I is a rewrite of one of my other stories, but this one is wholly original. I would recommend reading in order, but then again, I wrote it that way. Feel free to let me know whether or not you enjoyed this more alone or as a part II. I only want to keep my readers wet and happy. ~~~ How was she ever going to explain herself to Chris? She knew she needed to approach him and talk about what happened before he approached her. Having had a whole day to prepare herself didn't help. He was gone when she woke up, probably off with Joe, his best friend, doing some heavy lifting. She had heavy lifting of her own. "How am I going to deal with this? What the hell do I even say?" Heather stared out the window, wondering out loud. She didn't know if she should be mortified by how she'd acted yesterday or grateful that it happened since it was so unbelievable, enjoyable, and would not have happened otherwise. The couple. The couple in the alley. They were her in, and she would just have to tell him what she saw. Just thinking about the couple in the alley made Heather wet. She'd gone to the bakery on the corner to get petit-fours and had to park down the block since there weren't any closer spots. The bakery was in a row of connected buildings with an alley running behind. Hurrying along, not paying attention, she'd dropped a handful of bills as she pulled the order slip for the pastries out of her pocket. A dollar blew back into the alley, and she went after it. They were in a little alcove formed by the partial wall that ran between the bakery and the next business. His black pants were pooled around his ankles, the tips of his shoes peeking out. The tail of his cream colored shirt hid most of his form, but from her angle she could see the muscular indention in his buttock flexing as he thrust into the woman in front of him. His cock was big, the base buried in a patch of dark brown hair a shade darker than the hair on his head. He was tall, good looking; dark skinned, maybe Italian, with a strong jawline and straight, Roman nose. His eyes were closed, but she guessed they'd be a rich, chocolately brown. His lips were pressed together in concentration, hiding his Cupid's Bow. She was tall, and wore heels to boot. Her panties were caught around one ankle, her legs spread too far apart for them to be around both. The tight, dark blue skirt she wore was pushed up past her hips, clinging to her form. She was hippy, with two round globes for asscheeks, still rounded even though she was bent so far forward. Not pointy-assed like those too skinny girls. She had a light tan, only visible because of the faint thong line. Ah, and probably the only young woman on the planet besides Heather with no Tramp Stamp. The geometrically printed blouse that would have hidden her upper body was on the ground, her bra next to it. Wavy brown hair covered her face but did nothing to silence the words pouring from her mouth. "Yeah, yeah, Marco, like that. Harder." "Harder? You want it harder? I'll give you harder." "Mm, yeah, fuck me harder, Marco, I've been waiting for you all week." "A week with no dick is like a year with no Christmas. Just. Not. Right." Marco's voice rubbed Heather's senses. He punctuated the last three words with particularly satisfying thrusts. She was frozen as she watched him lightly rake his nails over her wobbling flesh then smack the woman on her ass. Her flesh pinked into a handprint, and Heather felt her own ass get hot at the thought of his hand doing the same to her. He slapped the woman again, the two handprints overlapping, then again and again. The woman moaned. "Marco! Look at it! Look what you did!" "You like that? Huh, Claire? You slut! Quit bitching like you don't like it or I won't give you what you really want." Heather's breath was coming fast and it was all she could do to keep quiet. Watching Claire's small breasts swing freely, her nipples erect, Marco behind her fucking her for all he was worth was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Claire reaching up to fondle the hard points made her own nipples tighten inside her bra. She could feel her panties wet, the pastries and dollar forgotten. When Marco pushed Claire's head further down, causing her ass to arch closer to him, and gave her the hardest smack yet, Heather gasped. Claire, pausing only slightly in her excitement, turned and looked straight at her. Brown eyes met blue. Marco, oblivious to her presence, continued his pace. Her eyes never leaving Heather, she slipped her tongue out and ran the pink tip across her lips, at the same time reaching down to touch herself where Heather couldn't see but knew. In what seemed like slow motion, her mouth formed the words that set a chain of events into motion. "Marco, Marco, put it in my ass. Put it in my ass, Marco." "Claire, you slut, wanting your ass fucked in an alley. You're like a cat in heat." C'mon, Marco, fuck my ass, fuck it!" Claire, watching, got the reaction she obviously wanted. She watched Heather's mouth form into a pink O, her chest showing her increased breathing, sudden desire putting her off balance, causing her to support herself with the back wall of the building. She saw the slight motion as Heather moved her hips backward, reaching down to put her hand at the apex of her thighs. She watched, and she smiled, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. Heavy lidded, her eyes went out of focus as she concentrated on what Marco was doing behind her. Pulling back, he popped his cock out of Claire's pussy, rubbing it up and down her slit to pick up her wetness, and presented it at her ass. With not nearly the effort Heather thought it should have taken, he wormed the head of his dick into her ass. Claire shuddered, moaning, undulating her hips. One hand was back at her left nipple, the other buried between her legs. Heather wished she could see more but the angled view she got, along with their dialogue, told her what was happening. She wished she could see more. Still watching her watching them, Claire mouthed the words "I love it" and smiled. "That's it, Marco, spank my ass and fuck my ass. I want your cum dripping from my stretched asshole!" "Alright, babe, but don't be mad at me when you can't sit down for a week." Taking his cue, Marco buried his rod in her ass and began furiously pumping. He covered her ass with more handprints, Claire moaning each time. He put his hand on her back and bent her further forward, grabbed her hips and pummeled her ass. Heather shifted to try for a better view, and Claire, obviously enjoying being watched as much as she was enjoying being fucked, accommodated her nicely. She moved her body around as best she could, taking Marco with her and spread her legs as wide as she could, so that Heather got an angled view of Marco and her ass. "Yeah, baby, yeah, tell me you love it up the ass!" "I love your cock in my ass. Fuck it, fuck that asshole!" Claire reached back and spread her cheeks as wide as she could, showcasing her sex. Visible to her were the reddened globes of Claire's ass, her widened asshole with Marco pumping in and out, her pussy still gaped open from its recent fucking, and her strawberry clit. The whole of Claire's treasure glistened with her wetness. She'd never seen another woman's pussy in real life before but thought it was beautiful. She saw Marco's balls, moving in and out of her vision, hidden on and off by his thigh. They swung back and forth, hitting Claire's flesh with quiet slaps. The veins stood out on his dick, the shaft bigger than anything she'd be able to handle. Watching his dick coursing in and out of Claire's ass, the pink ring of flesh pulling back and then disappearing inward as he stroked forward ignited feelings in Heather she didn't know were there. Her eyes glazed, her nipples so hard they ached, an orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy pounded, her ass clenched at nothing. She stood, holding herself up, shaking with the magnitude of it all. Her body was hot, the hair around her face clinging to her in damp tendrils. Her clothes felt too tight, the muted sunlight too bright for her dilated eyes. Was that even possible? To cum from watching? She was dazed, her face flushed. Claire, who watched her the whole time, knew what had just happened and this helped to send her over the edge. "Marcoooo oh ohhh ohhhhhhh." "Here I come, alley cat, I hope your ass is ready." Grabbing her hips to hold her to him, Marco gave one final full stroke in, burying himself to his balls, and began his own spasms. He seemed to thrust forward forever, finally pulling his softening member from Claire's ass. Tottering on her heels, no longer held up by him, Claire wobbled a bit and braced her hands on her thighs. Heather watched a drop of cum ooze from her ass as it began to close and another orgasm racked her body. She had no idea that she could come once, much less twice, from seeing someone get fucked. That this person, this Muse, got fucked in the ass was a whole different twist. Three people. Two aware of everything, one unknowingly party to a life-changing event. Heather waited until Marco turned around to pick up the tie that had fallen outside her line of vision and crept silently away. When she reached the corner of the building, she looked back only to see Claire still watching her, buttoning her blouse. The two women smiled at each other and almost simultaneously mouthed the words "Thank you" to each other. Heather composed herself as best she could. Her heart beat so hard in her chest that she felt it in her throat. Her hands shook, and each step caused a new wave of muted excitement through her body. Just the seam of her jeans felt like fingers caressing her. It was surreal to think of what she just saw. She made her way into the bakery, the air conditioning helping to clear her muddled head, and went straight for the ladies room. The person she saw in the mirror held little resemblance to the person she knew should be there. Her face was flushed and glowing, her cheeks hot and pink. Her blue eyes sparkled, the pupils still so dilated that only the smallest ring of blue iris was visible. Her lips were bee stung, parted slightly to show her even, white teeth. The blush that crept across her chest and upward to her neck made her skin baby-pink. She took down her pants to relieve herself and found her panties to be completely soaked. As soon as she lowered them, the smell of her sex pervaded the air. Even patting herself dry after peeing was a task, and it took everything in her to not rub herself into a third orgasm. Calming herself as best she could, she made her way to the counter to pick up her order. The young girl rang her up, thanked her, and then commented that there was something different about her. "I can't place it, Ms. Heather, but whatever it is, you look great! Did you change your hair?" She Admits She Wants It Ch. 03 Slightly tamer than the first two, this is the third installment in my new favorite series. I love to write about good, hard, fucking and pounded pink puckers, but it doesn't always work for continuity. I try to make each story as able to stand up on its own as it contributes to the other parts. Comments and feedback are welcome, even constructive criticism. ~~~ Chris still hadn't made it home. Joe usually kept him as long as he could because Chris was the only person he could count on to keep up with him and get all his waylaid projects finished. His brother liked to show up on the pretense of helping, then sit and get drunk while Joe worked. In a way, she was glad because it gave her more time to gather her thoughts and try to find the best way to explain herself. Not that it helped her much, it really only delayed the inevitable. Imagining the conversation between her and Chris didn't really help. "Gee, honey, I didn't know you wanted me to fuck you in the ass. What brought that on?" "Well, I saw some chick in an alleyway get her ass fucked and darnitall, I just wanted you to shove your dick in my butthole." "That's awesome! Let's go fuck! I'll put it in your ass again!" Shit. Well, that really was the gist of it if she thought about it, but for one, she didn't want to be that crude. Talking dirty in bed was one thing, but she tried to comport herself respectfully and decently otherwise. For two, she knew he'd want details. He loved details. If she had a two minute conversation with someone about something in which he was interested, he'd pore over the conversation until he'd gotten every nuance, every tidbit, out of it. There was no way that he was going to be satisfied with just 'some chick got fucked in the ass in an alley'. What was she wearing, what did she look like? How did her ass look with some dude's dick in it? Did she say anything? The questions would be endless. Trying to fill her time, trying to figure things out, she did some cleaning, threw on some laundry, made a sandwich. It was coming up on mid afternoon, and she knew she'd still have a good bit of time. He never came back from Joe's until late evening. She took leftover lasagna from the freezer to thaw. There was no way she'd be able to put a whole meal together, and it was always better leftover anyway. Puttering around, she finally decided that maybe a hot shower and a bath would do her good. She ran the tub and the shower, letting the tub fill while the shower tempered. Got her robe and towels together. Decided that maybe a drink would calm her nerves. Just some Tito's and Diet Coke, nothing fancy and nothing that needed the blender. By the time she gathered everything, the bath was full and the shower was just right. Giving herself a quick scrub, washing her hair and face, she jumped from the shower to the tub. Relaxing against the sloped back, she turned on the jets, letting the bubbling water wash over her. She turned on her little battery powered CD player on the windowsill put her drink where she could reach it, and closed her eyes, putting on a spa mask. The water felt so good. Kept at the perfect temperature with the heater, she could stay in the tub for hours until she looked like a raisin. Her spa mask over her eyes, sipping her drink and having music in her head with her thoughts made it easier to gather them into a coherent pattern. Maybe it would be best to not say anything before they were in bed. Maybe she would just act like nothing happened until they were in bed together and she could approach the situation on the field in which that particular game would be played. She immediately felt better about the whole thing. Either way, she would be fine. If he didn't bring it up, then she could on her terms. If he did, she would just tell him to wait until bedtime and she would have something special for him. The latter option was the more likely one. She would just wait until they were in bed and make it happen again, giving him a running dialogue of what she saw while he did those same things to her. The images of Claire and Marco were in her head now. The warm water, bubbling, making her breasts bounce, the flow coming from under her, getting caught in the curves of her body and rising up around her and in between her legs made her tingle. She opened her legs wider, letting the bubbles flow up her crack, tickling her asshole and her bare slit. Reaching down, she rubbed her smooth skin, feeling her hard clit get harder. Even in the water, she was wet. Lower still, she inserted two fingers in her pussy, swirling them in time with the water flow. It was so easy to picture the alley again. She could feel the rough, old bricks as she leaned against them. Smell the exhaust from traffic as well as the scent of baking goodies wafting from the bakery. Her own excitement was a sharp tang in her nose. The singing birds oblivious to the goings on of three people and Marco, oblivious to everything except the woman in front of him. The bubbles made her pucker tingle; such a different sensation. No real rhythm to the way they hit her flesh, just the surety that they would. Knowing she wouldn't be able to work a finger into her ass because of the water washing away her natural lube, she satisfied herself with moving her body closer to the nearest jet so she could get more of the sensation. Turning slightly also aimed one of the jets right at a nipple. How fortunate! So, there, in the quiet house, in the middle of the afternoon, she lay in her tub with her mask on. Bubbles blowing against her ass, one hand and one jet on her nipples, the other hand buried in her pussy, with the fleshy pad pressed against her clit, Marco and Claire joined her. Moaning Chris' name, begging him to fuck her, she came. When her orgasm started, she shifted, letting the bubbles blow around her again. All the sensation was in her clit, and she rubbed it rough and furiously, not stopping even when the second wave of her climax swept over her. She continued, bucking her hips upward out of the water, forcing her self to endure the oversensitivity of her clit, knowing it would be that way for the rest of the afternoon. After her bath, after the lotions and potions, she took her unfinished drink into the living room to wait for Chris. Clit throbbing but her mind made up, she was able to partially concentrate on a book she had been reading. The lasagna out of the oven and in the warming drawer, a fresh pitcher of iced tea made, feeling renewed and clean, she was looking forward to his arrival. He made it back just beforee dark, and spent about an hour regaling her with tales of Joe. They did this, they did that, he ate some dry brownies that Joe's kitchen-challenged wife made. His brother showed up and did the usual, drinking Joe's beer and helping with a whole lot of nothing. They talked for a while longer, ate the lasagna and he headed for the shower. Her confidence that she would be able to handle the situation started to evaporate while he was showering. Trying to think if he looked at he any differently, if he was acting odd or if anything he said was off was taking its toll on her. Did he say anything about Joe's wife that was directed at her instead? Was there anything attributed to Joe that was actually Chris' thoughts about her? Hearing the shower turn off, she only had a few minutes while he dried off, brushed his teeth and shaved. All her uncertainties were crowding back into her head. When he passed her in the living room on his way to the kitchen (probably for another canned drink), he brushed his fingers across her shoulders and blew her a kiss. "Coming to bed soon?" he asked. "In a few, just finishing this chapter." In reality, the book was open in her hand, all but forgotten. She hadn't looked at the page for quite a while now. At least she'd bought herself a few more minutes. Scanning the pages for a bit, she finally got up and went to brush her teeth and put on her nightshirt. Face and hands washed, bladder empty, hair brushed, moisturizer on, she went to face her doom. "So, how's your book? You've been reading that one for quite a while, it must be good." "It's pretty good, I hadn't read it for a while so I had to skim a bit to bring myself back up to speed." Apparently, he wasn't going to bring the subject up. Her head was nestled in the crook of his arm, her front against his side. She traced the outline of the hair on his chest with her finger, still considering her options. Taking her hand in his, he put her finger in his mouth and gently sucked. "I thought about fucking you all day, you know." Rolling his tongue around her finger the way he would roll it around her pussy, he moved on to her palm, kissing it. "I thought about having you naked under me, your legs wrapped around my waist, your pussy wrapped around my cock." He moved away from her, letting her hand go. "Your tits bouncing around with your nipples hard." And with that, he got halfway over her and lifted her nightshirt over her head. Her nipples were already hard just listening to him and thinking about what he said. For more than a few minutes after, the only thing she could think about was him eating her out. He pushed her up into the corner of the bed so that the diagonal length could accommodate both their bodies and buried his tongue inside her. Her fingers twined in his hair, pulling his face closer into her. She braced her feet on the bed and swung her hips up and back, fucking his face, directing his tongue up and down her slit. Alternating between her clitoris and her cunt, he licked her until she came, reaching up while she was to pinch her nipples. Not releasing her immediately, he continued until she pushed him away from her now over- overly sensitive clit. Moving up her body, her legs splayed open from his tonguing, he buried his dick in her. "Wrap your legs around my waist." He fucked her hard and fast, bringing her to another quick climax. When she finished, he moved around her body, kissing and nipping her flesh, catching her with his teeth. Back down her body, he gave a fast, hard suck to her clit before moving lower, ending with kissing her toes. Resting for a bit, letting her do the same, he was ready for his own release. Coaxing up onto her knees, she was sure he would aim for her ass. Instead, he thrust into her wetness, reaching under to bring her to another climax. While she pulsed around him, he came, shooting his load, mixing it with her own juices. Collapsing on the bed, he waited until she fell next to him, then he dropped both shoes at the same time. "I haven't forgotten about what happened." "Chris, I-" "No, we're not going to talk about it right now, but we are going to. You're not getting out of that one so easily." "If you'll let me explain, I can-" "Oh, Heathe, you're going to explain, you have a lot of explaining to do, but I know how you feel about certain things. Tonight was my way of assuring you that I still love you, that I still love your pussy, that I can still make you cum by fucking you, and that your hot, tight --oh, my cock is getting hard thinking about it-- asshole is not going to be the only hole I fill for the rest of our lives." "So you don't think I'm so terrible?" "Why would I? Because you let me do something we both wanted?" "I don't know, it's just so... dirty." "Oh, it's dirty, all right. I love dirty. You're my dirty girl. My dirty girl whose pussy and ass are going to get fucked again. And again." She Admits She Wants It Ch. 04 She was his dirty girl. His hot, wanting to get spanked and then fucked in the ass, dirty girl. Far from being upset or disgusted, he was, to say the least, thrilled. Having that clarified in no uncertain terms two nights ago had emboldened her. If Chris wasn't upset about the ultimate dirty girl act of her wanting him to fuck her ass, not just wanting but begging, then pretty much nothing was out of bounds. Taking that and running with it is what she was doing.. She hadn't felt so great last night and ended up falling asleep on the sofa. Today being Friday, they were both off tomorrow and Heather looked forward to a long night of fucking. Wondering if she should add another wrinkle to their sex life, then deciding yes, yes she should, she looked up the address. It felt good to make decisions about her wants and needs. Finishing her contract work early, a trip to the adult store was in order. Not the one in the town where she lived, but the next one over just in case... Browsing the various sections, her plan was to purchase everything she wanted right now before second guessing herself. The clerk, a young man with a ring in his lip, a green streak in his hair, and a metal disk in each ear, rang her purchases: Hot Assed Honeys V, cherry flavored lube, a pink vibrator, waterproof, with a spiraling ridge from the tip to halfway down and then rows and rows of raised bumps the rest of the way, a small paddle, leather on one side, fur on the other, padded handcuffs, anal beads, an adjustable cock ring, nipple clamps, a clitoral clip, and a buttplug. The clerk snickered under his breath when he finished, "Looks like someone is going to be really busy tonight." "Are you jealous?" "Oh, um, sorry, ma'am. I really am" "Sorry for what," boldly asking, looking him in the eye, "Sorry that I'm not buying all of this for you?" Chastened, and suddenly worried for his job, he tried to cover his impropriety, "We're not supposed to comment on customers' purchases; discretion and all that. You just have so much stuff you don't look like you'd buy." "What do I look like I'd buy?" One eyebrow up, head cocked to the side, waiting. "Oh, well, um... I dunno, maybe the vibe. Some arousal gel. Um, not sure what else" It sounded more like a question. "So I don't look the type to want a... a cock in her ass?" Shocked by her own words, Heather stopped breathing, waiting for his reaction. The young man stared at her, wondering if he'd heard her right. The look on her face, anticipation and nervousness and a hot flush of boldness told him he did. "Uh, no. I... um uh guess not." Eyes wide, mouth working like a fish out of water just to get those few words out. "Well, you just learned about not judging a book by its cover!" and taking her bag, Heather walked out, purposely swinging her hips. Shocking was the only way to describe how she felt. Glad that she went one town over, she hoped she'd never see the clerk out and about. On the way home, her hand reached into the bag pulling out items at random. Inspecting each item as she drove the back way home, decisions being made as thoughts swirled in her head. Definitely the paddle tonight, the movie and the cherry lube. Everything else was being saved and meted out over time. Home, finally, and in the sanctity of her bedroom, she was able to inspect each item fully. Opening the bag and removing the packages, laying them all out on the bed, she picked each one up. Looking at them in the store, under the glaring lights and not really able to process the thoughts behind her choices was much different than looking at them now. Now she was in her own home, on her bed. The same bed on which most of them would be utilized. Tasting the lube, she found it to be cherry tasting enough. It wasn't like a cherry drink, but she didn't buy drink mix, did she? Same with the vibe. Definitely phallic, a good facsimile for what it was shaped after, but no more the real thing than the lube was Kool-Aid. Stroking it, imagining it sliding in and out of her pussy or maybe her ass, was vaguely arousing. Gripping the space between two of the anal beads with her thumb and forefinger and pulling against it, she imagined the beads in her tight hole but couldn't imagine the sensation although her hole twitched at the thought. The cock ring was rubbery and adjustable. Tightening it around her fingers, she imagined it on Chris' cock, the bead rubbing her clit. The buttplug worried her. She'd chosen one bigger than Chris, thinking it would be good to stretch to fit his cock, but now it looked so big. The small ones just looked so tiny in the store! That one was definitely for later. The movie went in the DVD player, set and ready to go. Waiting to be surprised, she didn't watch any of it, rather, she would wait for them to watch it together. "Ow!" Not thinking it would hurt like it did, she whacked the paddle across her ass. If it felt like that with her clothes on, should she worry about it on her bare ass? Doing it again only lighter until she found a happy medium, she would just have to be sure he didn't spank her too hard. The handcuffs were already a happy medium; hard and unforgiving but covered in soft fuzz, they would definitely keep her where he put her but not leave evidence of the job they did. Taking off her clothes, she lay back on the bed with her legs open. Stroking herself until her clit was hard and could hold the clip, she popped it on. If the clit clip was the equivalent of the cock ring, Chris was in for a treat. All her attention was suddenly focused on her throbbing clit. The clip held her nub at attention, and any stimulation was magnified. Just moving her legs was enough to make her pussy run juice. Touching it gently was all it took to begin her orgasm since the hood was completely pulled back, the skin tight, all the nerves exposed just under the surface. Restraining herself, she instead clamped her nipples. They were already hard so the clamps went on easily. She lay on the bed spread eagle, imagining Chris watching her like she watched Claire. His eyes on her red hot cunt, his hands pulling the clamps on her nipples or flicking the clip on her clit. Imagining how she looked, ready and waiting for him to fuck her, spread out on the bed like a dirty wanton, she humped the air wishing it was him. Touching her hard, clamped nipples briefly, she reluctantly removed the clip and clamps, wanting to be ready for him when he got home, she stashed her booty. Hurrying through a shower, wanting to get in the tub and ease some of the sexual tension she'd built in herself, she quickly washed. Her ass had a pale pink streak on it from the paddle when she'd used it too hard. It was defined enough to be visible, but light enough that she was sure it would be gone by the time he got her naked. Jumping into the tub, Heather turned on the jets. The water bubbling over her both relaxed and aroused her further. Her legs spread, the bubbles were able to travel under her body again, reminding her of the other day. A repeat was definitely in order. Reaching down she stroked her smooth skin. Parting her lips with her fingers, she slowly circled her clit. The bubbles were now bouncing up against her slit as well as her puckered hole. "Mmm, Chris, you feel so good. I loved it when you put your cock in my ass. I want you to spank me." Hearing herself say the words finished her. "Spank me, Chris, spank me", as she rubbed her clitoris and came. It seemed to take less and less to get her off, and conversely, she wanted more and more. These things had a way of working out, she supposed. Later that night in bed, after kissing and stroking her for a bit, he stopped. "Well?" "Well, what, Chris?" "You have some explaining to do. I want to know what got into you the other night," grinning mischievously he added, "other than my dick." "I knew you'd want to know. I guess I would, too, if you did a 180 like that. So, remember the other day when I got the pastries?" "What do pastries have to do-" "Let me finish. I know you're going to interrupt with a million questions, but I'd rather this not take all our time tonight. I was going to the bakery and I had to park down the block. I dropped a dollar when I was coming up the side, and you know that alley behind the buildings?" "The long one?" "Yeah, well, I went after the dollar and there were two people in the alley. A man, a good looking man, and a woman. She was bent over in front of him and he was fucking her." "In the ass?" "No, let me finish. He was fucking her, and he started spanking her. He slapped her so hard, her asscheeks got red. She liked it: that much was obvious." "They knew you were there?" "No, not yet. Shh. So he spanked her and spanked her, and she started touching herself. He slapped her again, really hard, and, well, I gasped and she heard me. He didn't, he was too worried about fucking her, but she did. She looked right at me. She looked right at me and told him to put it in her ass." Heather paused. It was hard for her to tell him what she saw. Already aroused from his touch, she felt herself getting wetter. From the looks of him, the story was making him hot, too. His dick, now hard, stood out in his pants, occasionally twitching. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, stroking a bit. The movie was forgotten in the player. "Go on." The words started tumbling out. "So, she watched me the whole time. He didn't even know I was there. And she kept talking. She kept telling him to fuck her harder and how she wanted her asshole stretched. That she wanted his cum dripping from it." Heather was looking down, not able to meet his eyes, toying with the ribbon on her nightshirt. "He spanked her the whole time. Her ass was so red and she kept begging for it. I didn't know what to do. She just watched me watch them. She mouthed to me that she loved it. Even turned so I could watch his big cock sliding in and out of her asshole. He just slid it right in like it belonged, I never thought anything that big would fit in a butt. I watched her play with her nipples and when she reached around and spread her asscheeks and I could see him going in and out..." Heather sat so still for so long that Chris got worried. "What? What happened? Did he turn around and see you? Did he come after you? What?" "No, no. None of that. I watched him going in and out, and... and... and I came." A sudden flood of wetness was between her legs. She was back in the alley watching Marco and Claire. Her whole body tingled, she felt as if she were vibrating. Looking at Chris' face, she saw the open lust, the beating of his heart in the pulsing vein in his neck, the flush that crept up his body. Looking down, she saw his cock bulging against his shorts, jerking on its own. Quaking, she went on. "I watched him fuck her asshole until he came. He came in her ass. When he pulled his dick out, I could see her asshole still open from his big dick. It pulsed and started to close, and I saw his cum drip out of it and I... I came again." Before she realized it, Chris was on top of her, pulling at her clothes. Naked on the bed, she was thrilled by how rough he was being, not even giving her a choice about what he was doing. One hand holding her wrists above her head, the other hand between her legs, he kissed her roughly moving from her mouth to her nipples. Sucking them hard until they throbbed, pulling at them with his teeth. "Spread your legs. Spread them wide open." Two fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out, occasionally coming upward to rub her clit, he fingerfucked her until she began bucking her hips upward. "No, no; no cumming for you, yet." Moving his fingers lower, he rubbed them against her asshole, pushing slightly, feeling how tight she was. Writhing on the bed, heady with the roughness of him and the thought of what might happen, she asked, "Are you going to fuck my ass? Are you going to cum in my ass so I can feel it dripping out again?" "Your ass is getting spanked first. I want your cheeks red like hers, then I'm going to fuck you. Make you beg for my cock and my hot load like you did the other night." Moving purposely so that her ass was high in the air, she got up an reached into the nightstand. Taking out the paddle and the lube, she handed them over, her ass still up. "I bought this for you. Cherry lube for when you lick my ass and a paddle for you to spank it. Come spank my ass, Chris, make it red." Burying her face in a pillow, scared, but too excited to stop him, she gripped the edge of the bed. Her wetness was all over her inner thighs, her knees apart, her pussy and ass on display. She waited, afraid to look. It seemed like forever. The bed shifted and she braced herself, biting the edge of the pillow, but nothing happened. The crack of the paddle and the sudden pain brought tears to her eyes. Crying out, she tried to tell him to stop, but before the words were out her throat, another heated blow struck her. She could tell he wasn't hitting her too hard, but it was more than she expected. It was pain, it hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, but she didn't want him to stop. Wanting what Claire had steeled her. Again. Again. Her ass felt like fire. "Now tell me what you want. Say it." "Fuck my ass, Chris, fuck my ass." "You want me to stretch that asshole, dirty girl? You want to feel my hard dick in your ass?" "Oh, please, please, fuck my ass, fuck my asshole!" The sensation she felt was not what she was expecting. His tongue was at her ass, prying it open, while his fingers played with her pussy. The firm, pointy tip of his tongue wormed its way into her asshole. In and out, her asshole got tonguefucked. The bed shifted again, and his tongue and fingers left her. The scent of cherry hit her nostrils at the same time his finger hit her ass. She could feel the lube as well as smell it as he buried his finger in her. "Is your ass ready? It better be, dirty girl." The pain of the paddle again, so unexpected, making her shriek. The orgasm overwhelmed her, her hips bucking forward of their own accord, almost losing his finger. Another whack, another and another, then his finger gone. Feeling him move behind her, his cock touched her hole. Briefly, he worked at getting the head it, patience taking a backseat to passion. The short burn of him stretching her ass open became more when he thrust into her, burying his cock to the base in one stroke. It hurt. She didn't expect that, but when he stroked a few times and dribbled more lube on her, the pain became ecstasy. Not even caring that her ass was going to be so sore tomorrow, sore like Claire's, she wanted more. Maybe she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Bucking back, she slammed her ass against him on his in stroke. Biting the pillow was the only way to keep from screaming herself hoarse from the sensation of him having heated her ass with the paddle and the fucking she was now getting. Ramming his cock in her ass then pulling out so only the head was left then ramming forward again, he thrust as hard as he could. With every in stroke, his hands pushed her cheeks as far apart as they would go, allowing the maximum amount of her tunnel to be available for his hardness. "I'm gonna cum. Are you ready for me to cum? I'm going to shoot my load so far in your ass you're gonna taste it. Say you want it!" "I want your cum in my ass! I want you to shoot off in my ass! I want to feel your cum dripping from my asshole, Chris, cum in my ass!" With that, she reached down and rubbed her clit, causing her asshole to tighten even more around him. Feeling his balls with the tips of her fingers, his flesh pressed against her, he shot off inside her. It felt like fire in her bowels in contrast to her body frozen in position. Kneeling behind her for what seemed like forever then finally pulling out and moving away she heard him say, "Oh, Heathe, your ass is open and full and red. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen" Unable to move, she stayed on her knees until she caught her breath then stumbled into the bathroom. Passing the closet door with the full-length mirror, the urge to see her ass overcame her. Bending over, ass to the mirror, she spread her cheeks with her hands and, looking back, watched him drip out of her. Her final orgasm made her collapse on the bathroom floor, overwhelmed by the sight of her red ass and gaping hole filled with his load. Now she knew how Claire felt.