0 comments/ 59345 views/ 2 favorites Taking it Slow By: dark whisper Donna moaned as he slid the dildo further into her ass. She craned her neck to peer over her left shoulder into the full length mirror positioned on the back of her bedroom door. The sight left her breathless with lust as she watched George's big hand grasp the base of the dildo and give it a slight twist. The dildo was full sized—about an inch and a half wide and a full seven inches long. She worried at first that she could stretch to accommodate the device that was normally used to pleasure her pussy, but her fears appeared groundless... the dildo was about half way inside the depth of her bowels, and George was not done yet. Glassy eyes locked on the erotic image reflected in the mirror. Donna was on her knees with her back bowed into a shallow dip – elbows bent and resting on the thick carpeting. Long hair puddled between her elbows as her ass pushed back and up, attempting to entice George to push deeper, faster. George was also on his knees. His legs were spread wide, and his ass rested on the back of his heels. The length of turgid cock bobbed and pulsed as it rose from the thick patch of hair covering his pubic area. The thick cock looked almost purple from the blood pounding strongly through the entire length. Heavy eyes traveled the reflection of reddened skin – tracing pale marks where his fingers had contacted the skin. George saw where her attention focused and administered another stinging blow to her fiery skin. "You like this, Donna?" His voice was a near purr as he rubbed the stinging ass cheek. "Do you want… more?" She yelped and jerked forward when his hand made contact yet again, but still, her pussy throbbed and gushed with pleasure. God, he knew just how to pierce her soul and leave her breathless for more. He reached for the tube of lubricant, and slathered it all along the exposed shaft of the dildo...making it slippery and shiny in the bright light of the bedroom. When he had it good and wet, he pushed it all the way into her ass in one smooth thrust. Donna moaned again and whimpered with desire. She reached one hand back to play with her clit, but George wouldn't allow it. He grabbed her hand and told her, "No Donna, you are not to touch yourself or me. You need to learn patience, and I'm going to teach it to you if it's the last thing I do." Donna shot him a look that seemed to be equal parts disappointment, anger, and satisfaction. "George, I don't need patience...I need to be fucked!" Donna almost spluttered the words, she was so damn turned on. SMAAAACK!!! The hand was swift and hard on her ass, and Donna shrieked slightly. "Do not tell me what you want Donna, or I'll stop what I'm doing and you won't get any satisfaction." George's voice was soft but underlaid with menace. "Yes sir." Donna said meekly, but her mouth curled up with a satisfied little smile. She liked the way he took control of her this way, she hadn't known he had it in him to be so masterful. The hint of cruelty should have made her angry, but if anything, it turned her on to an enormous degree. Her reply obviously pleased him, and he bent to kiss the reddened skin of her ass, which now had little welts from his fingers. His tongue bathed the abused skin softly, and Donna clenched her fingers to keep from reaching for her clit once more. His tongue moved slowly over her skin while his fist began withdrawing the dildo and sliding it back in to the hilt. He reached the soft skin the back of her thigh and then moved toward the curls of wet pubic hair that covered her swollen pussy lips. His lips closed on a curl and tugged gently on the wet patch of hair. She shuddered with want but did not dare move her hips. Slowly, he pulled the dildo almost all the way out, then slammed it deep. Donna's fingers dug into the carpet as she groaned out loud. She didn't know how much more she could take before risking his hard hand on her ass by frigging herself, but she knew she was getting close to finding out. His breath was hot and cool at the same time, stirring the moisture from her soaking wet pussy. She felt him blow directly onto her clit, and the pleasure was almost too much. She felt waves of desire flowing over her as his tongue flicked gently over the swollen skin. Her hips pressed back, and she felt the dildo sink a further inch inside of her. A sudden sharp pinch on her nipple brought her eyes wide open. George had her right nipple between forefinger and thumb, and was twisting it viciously. A tear came to her eye but the response of her pussy was undeniable...it was gushing thick juice down the inside of her thigh and smearing over George's face. She looked into the mirror again and caught her breath at the sight of George's cock. It was wavering in the air and a steady stream of precum was sliding down the underside of the shaft. His face was flushed with desire as he licked her pussy. He removed the hand that had been manipulating the dildo and loosely curled it around the shaft of his cock. His grip slid slowly up and down, spreading the slick precum all over the bulging veins. He kept his fingers on her nipple and every once in a while gave it a hard pinch. His mouth was all over her pussy, sucking on the thick lips one moment, then sliding his tongue up to circle her clit the next. Donna couldn't stand it anymore and began to rock her hips back and forth against his face. She felt him give her nipple a hard tug, then SMAAAAACK! His hand left bright white fingerprints on her ass as he slapped the skin. She moaned then continued her rocking. SMAAAAACK! SMAAAAACK! His hand connected twice more with her ass, yet she kept up the steady back and forth movement of her hips. "Oh, you want it this way hmm?" George's eyes were half closed as he pulled completely away from her tempting pussy. He watched her ass sway back and forth, the dildo sticking about two inches outside of the stretched pucker of her star. He watched the way she moved, the way she seemed to crave the strike of his hand, a wet and swollen pussy beneath the filled tunnel of her bowels. The right cheek of her ass was beet-red, yet she seemed to want more. He saw her eyes watching them in the mirror, and when he raised his hand once more, her eyes closed in satisfaction. He changed direction of his downward stroke, and the slap landed on her other asscheek. Fresh welts stood up on the skin as Donna shrieked out "Yes, oh God! Fuck me George, I can't take much more!" George abruptly pulled Donna off her knees, and onto his lap. He felt the dildo against his stomach as her pussy unerringly found his throbbing cock. Donna thought she would pass out from the pleasure of being so completely filled. The dildo jammed deeper into her ass as George's thick cock filled her aching cunt. He was like a wild man, his cock straining to go deeper into steamy and clutching cunt. His fingers sank into the skin of her hips as he pulled her harder against his thighs, forcing his cock all the way into her. His balls were tight against her clit, and he rotated his hips, grinding his wiry pubic hair onto her throbbing clit...making her cry out in pleasure. George was gasping for breath as he pumped himself into her, the dildo scraping the skin of his stomach. He turned once again to the mirror, and what he saw spurred him on. Donna's eyes were rolling up in ecstasy and her hands were tight on her full breasts. She was pinching the nipples with her long fingernails and her mouth was working in silent pleasure. She felt his cock withdraw from her pussy, thickly covered with her juice, then slam deep inside of her once more. George's eyes locked to the mirror and watched as her body began to tighten and the muscles of her thighs strained against his grip. She was cumming, and he thought she had never looked so wanton in the time he'd known her and fucked her. Little shrieks poured from her throat as she writhed and twisted on top of him, his impaled cock gripped tight in her pussy. He pushed her down face first onto the carpet and thrust deeply into her grasping pussy. He felt the dildo slam into her ass with every shove. The heat started in his groin, and spread through his legs and stomach. He felt the cum work its way up his throbbing shaft and explode out the tip in white hot jets. He pulled out and shot the rest of the sticky white goo all over her back, some of it landing in her thick auburn hair. It seemed he came forever, thick gobs of cum stringing across her skin. He reached out a not quite steady hand to smear his gift all over her skin, then offered a sticky finger for her mouth. She licked his finger, then sucked it deeply into her mouth, cleaning the cum off his skin. George slowly withdrew his softening cock and gently pulled the dildo from her ass. Donna lay flat on the carpet, drawing shuddering breaths as her thundering heart began to return to some semblance of normality. George bent to kiss her back, his mouth coming in contact with his own cum. He licked gently at the rapidly drying cum, tasting himself combined with the tangy, salty flavor of her sweaty skin. Donna turned over, her limbs heavy and satisfied. She snuggled into his arms and played with the curls of his chest hair as a soft laugh peppered the air. "Well George, so much for our taking things slowly." Taking It Slow It was summertime and the campus was dead. I was in the English graduate program at the University of ______________, and nearly everyone had gone to wherever they go. I was trying to finish my degree as fast as possible because I was 29 years old and I wanted to get on with my life. Don't get me wrong, I liked being a student, but I didn't want to be one forever. So, during summer school I was hanging out with three other students—practically the only people left, at least for a couple of weeks. We were at the apartment of Janet, a 45 year old woman who, having gotten divorced and sent a kid off to another college was getting a master's degree so she could teach. Sitting on the floor was Katie, a big girl in her mid-twenties. She was taller than I was and built solid—not fat or even heavy, but you didn't want to mess with her. On one end of the couch was Wendy—super slut. Now these people were my friends—sort of--, so I don't mean to be unkind, but that's exactly what she was. She had a gorgeous body—everything in the right place, a pretty face, long light brown hair and no morals whatsoever. It was a rare evening when she didn't flash her panties at someone—or someones. I think she was a nymphomaniac. She had slept with a lot of guys and every time her name was mentioned—and it got mentioned a lot—all the guys laughed. We called her a "slush puppy". I don't know where that term came from, but if ever there was one, she was it. We're all sitting around after a sharing a couple of pizzas, just shooting the breeze and watching TV in a rather desultory way when Wendy says,"I'm going down to the Loft." The Loft was a restaurant and bar where all the graduate students hung out as well as a mix of professors, undergrads, and locals. Really popular place, though in the summer it was pretty quiet. "Ill go with her," said Katie—"you wanna come?" "I'm gonna stay here," Janet said. "I've got beer here without the smoke and noise." "What about you Billy?" "I'll stay and keep Janet company—she's right about the smoke and noise." "OK, see you later—or maybe tomorrow", said Wendy. She bent over to pick up her purse and let me have a good look at her tits. I knew Wendy and it would be tomorrow if there was anything at the bar wearing pants. A minute later Janet and I heard a car drive away. "She makes me so mad I could spit," said Janet. Coming from her, this was a strong statement. "Why," I asked. "Because she's so –so bouncy and flouncy and flaunts everything she's got all over town. She picks up men like they're shells on the beach. Me, I can't even find a nice quiet guy to make out with. I'm way past being able to do anything like that." "Well, guys treat her like a shell on the beach--- she's everybody's one night lay." "Yeah, I know," sighed Janet. "Still, it would be nice if someone paid attention to me." Janet was a nice person, but definitely nothing that you would look twice at. She was rather short, with short brown going gray hair. She was getting a little pudgy—not quite a spare tire around her waist, but almost. Her upper arms were "mom's arms"—a little flabby. She did have nice looking legs, and she was always dressed neatly and attractively—but modestly. Like tonight—she had on a red dress that came down to her knees, tan pantyhose, and she had kicked off her flat heeled loafers. Like a said, a good person, but not someone to get excited about. Except that this was a dead summer and I was into doing crazy things after my exams. "Well I'm a nice guy and I'll make out with you," I heard my self saying. "What? Are you serious? I didn't mean it like that." "Well how did you mean it then?" "I don't know," she said, a bit confused. "Look," I said, "you're a n adult. You've got no husband or kids to worry about. Plus, you know me and you know you can trust me—I'm not some guy in a bar that Wendy would pick up." I could see her thinking. "Well, OK then," she said. She must have been a bit crazy after exams too. I didn't know what I was getting into, but there was no backing out now. I went to sit close to heron the couch. We both looked at each other for a minute, unsure of how to start. "Let's take this slow," I said, "let me have your hands. She held out her hands and I took them in mine. They were nice hands, not too bony, —soft and well taken care of. I slowly lifted one of them and kissed the back of it. "How's that—too fast for you?" I deliberately kept my tone light and humorous. She giggled and said,"yeah, slow is good." I had all the time in the world and I used it. I kissed her hands lightly—each finger, the backs, the palms and several minutes later I began using my tongue ever so lightly between her fingers. I was sure I was turning her on, but she was just sitting silently with her eyes closed. I progressed to her wrists, again kissing then licking them gently. I went on like this, working my way up her arm until I reached the sleeve of her dress which I pushed up as far as it would go, but it was tight and I couldn't get it too far up. Still, I could tell I was arousing her as kissed and licked her upper arm because she was still sitting with her eyes closed, but her breathing was starting to become more rapid. "Anytime you want me to stop, just say so," I told her. She just shook her head slowly from side to side. I decided the time had come progress to a more sensitive area. I changed my position and started breathing on her neck and in her ears. I ran my hands through her hair and kissed the back of her neck. I nibbled her ear lobes, licked the side of her cheek, kissed and nibbled and licked the back of her neck. I gently lifted her chin and began kissing her throat and the underside of her chin. My aunt, who had taken me to bed for the first time in my life when I was 17 had told me that women like to be kissed gently on their throat and under their chin and at the back of their neck. She said that at least for her, there was a direct link between the back of her neck and her pussy. She told me that kissing and caressing her there made her pussy get wet and open up (a fact which I can attest to .) I wanted to see if the same was true of Janet because I had decided not to stop at making out with Janet. I wanted to see if I could fuck her. And judging from the way she was responding to my kisses, she was thinking the same way. She had slid down a little on the sofa, and her feet were on the floor—not really far apart, but farther apart than when I had started kissing her. That meant her knees were wider apart, and that meant I could easily slide my hand all the way up her leg to her cleft. But that would come later. I noticed that she had begun to caress her self—using one hand to touch my head or face while the other one was roaming and touching her own body. Nothing overtly sexual, but just a touch here and there, a bit of stroking, and then her hand moved on. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she touched her self on the inside of her knee and left her hand there for about 10 seconds, and another time she definitely slid her hand over her breast. Now I was kissing her face—forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin, all over –except her mouth. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to make her hot. I wanted to build up her desire so that when I worked my way down to her pussy she would cream very quickly. My aunt had also taught me that a lot of foreplay is the best way to satisfy both yourself and your lover and she had proved it to me. Unfortunately Janet was wearing a dress that had no buttons or fasteners on the front. So I did the logical thing. I unzipped her dress in the back. I didn't go very far down, but it allowed me to start kissing her back. Everyone has certain spots where they like to be kissed, but by now Janet seemed to have become one big erogenous zone. I kissed and licked her shoulders and back and every time I pressed my lips to her warm skin she shivered and made a noise—a range of noises-- between the sharp hissing intake of breath to a low sexy moan. My cock was starting to feel really uncomfortable in my jeans. Now it was time to get serious and really turn up the heat in her panties. First, I took off my shirt—I was getting warm myself. Then I sat down on the floor, lifted one of her feet, slipped off her shoe , and began kissing her toes." "Oh God, she said in a strangled voice—"oh my God!" She slid down a little further on the couch and spread her legs a little more and starting stroking herself from her knees to her shoulders with both hands. Watching her caress her own body turned me on even more and sitting on the floor like that was causing my dick to hurt. I got on my knees and continued to kiss her toes, then switching to the other one, covering her whole pantyhose–covered foot with kisses, heavy, light, tongue, no tongue... It made her squirm, and I kept getting harder and hotter as she started wiggling her hips and cupping her boobs in her hands. I was working my way up her leg, that smooth nylon–covered shapely leg that was making me want to come all over it... I was trying to keep my mind on what I was doing, but it became almost impossible as she spread her legs even further and began touching herself, pushing her dress up and stroking he thighs. God I was turned on! Here was a woman with her skirt up above the dark bands of nylon at the top her pantyhose, rubbing her hands over herself. And then, as I continued to kiss her legs around the knees, came the moment I was waiting for. She touched herself between her legs, rubbing her mound, and sliding her finger down the crooked line of the seam of her pantyhose, down to her pussy. When her hand touched her pussy she began rubbing it in a circular motion with three fingers and she began to pant and mew. I couldn't wait anymore. I skipped the oral treatment I was going to give her thighs and went straight to her hand. I pushed her knees apart and stuck my face straight into her crotch and started biting and sucking and licking her fingers which were busy on her cunt. She put a hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth directly against the wet spot on her pantyhose. I could feel the outline of her swollen pussy lips against the slick nylon and I poked my tongue directly into her slit. And she came. She came hard, moaning and bucking her hips forward against my face, trying to drive my tongue deep into her pussy. That wasn't going to happen because she had on pantyhose and a pair of pink nylon bikini panties. But not for long. Even before she had stopped quivering she was pulling her pantyhose down, pulling her panties down, and begging me to fuck her. I was trying to hold back my orgasm until I was inside her dripping snatch, but that wasn't gong to happen either. Feeling her shake and shiver while my face was buried in her nylon covered pussy had pushed me too far. I held back and held back.but she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. She pushed me back and started ripping at my jeans and shorts, pinning me there with the weight of her body. As she got my jeans down over my hips and pulled my short s down I started to squirt my load of cum. She knew just what to do. She grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth, letting me finish my orgasm there.. A few minutes later she lifted her head and said in a voice thickened by sex and almost unrecognizable, "how long till you can fuck my brains out?" As she whispered this out of character sentence she straddled me and lowered her sopping cunt onto my now deflated cock. Any time a woman asks you how long she has to wait until you can fuck here it has an immediate effect. My cock tried to get hard again, but obviously it wouldn't. "It may take a little while, but I think I can keep you happy in the meantime, "I managed to say. "Keep me happy," she ordered. I started by helping her to lay on her back and then I positioned my self over her so my limp cock was resting in her soaked pussy. I moved my hips back and forth, creating a little friction. I reached out on either side and stroked her legs. I reached back and caressed her feet and ankles. I leaned forward and kissed her lips deep and hard and she responded with her tongue. I kissed her lightly all over her face. I slid down and sucked her hard nipples. All this took a little time. Then I slid down further and began to roll her pantyhose slowly further down. First, I kissed her navel. Then, down to the hairline of her snatch . I nuzzled the closely trimmed curls for a few minutes. She began to pant and squirm a bit, putting her hands on my head and rubbing my hair. I went over to the side and nibbled her hips. She was panting harder now and thrusting her hips up slightly off the floor. Her pussy lay open and exposed before me like a pink flower opening to the sun. And I dived in. I put my mouth on her cunt and began long slow strokes from bottom to top. Then I stopped and pressed my tongue deep between her cunt lips and rotated my tongue. Then I moved my face from side to side. She was moaning now and thrusting against my face and my cock was nearly hard enough to fuck her from listening to her soft sexual cries. I slid my hands around and under her ass and lifter her up to my face, squeezing her ass cheeks and digging deep into her pussy with my flicking tongue. Now my cock was ready for her. With my hands I helped her onto her knees and pulled her pantyhose down to her knees.. She put her elbows on the couch cushions, looking back over her shoulder with a glazed look on her face. "Put it in me," all the way," she commanded. Which I did. I put the end of my cock against her gaping and soaked pussy and I pushed myself in. I inched forward on my knees and pushed up tight against her ass, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto me. Then o rocked forward and slammed my whole weight against her, driving my cock just that little bit further in. And that did it. She burst into sexual flames and burned me up. With a shriek she began bouncing her ass up and down as her cunt tightened around my cock. It felt like she was squeezing me with her fist and I started to shoot inside her. I slid my hands forward and under her and grabbed her tits. It was like trying to hold an animal that was determined to get away. There was no tenderness now. I grabbed her boobs and hung on and rode her like a bucking bronco. I was squirting deep into her snatch no, pumping madly, and trying to ride the hurricane of passion that she had become. Some minutes later we both sat on the floor, sweaty, smelling like sex, and recovering our breath. She still had her pantyhose on, so she finished pulling them off. I took them out of her hands and smelled the crotch. "The sweetest perfume in the world," I said. She laughed and said, I'll keep you supplied with all the pantyhose you want." To which I replied, "Only if your legs are in them." We slid down further on the floor and lay companionably entwined, kissing each other gently. "I don't think I can do it again," she said. "Never?" I asked. "No, silly, until tomorrow night when Katie and her slut friend go out again," she said. ""Just one thing though." "What's that?" I don't want to rush things—I just want you to make out with me until I can't stand it anymore and I'm ready to come —then fuck me silly." I love the way you kissed my whole body before trying to make me cream. Can you do that for me?" "I think I can, "I said, smiling. "Just one thing—please wear pantyhose again." "I will", she promised, and with that I laid my head in her crotch, still clasping her pantyhose, and dozed off. Taking It Slow I loved the feeling of Ian's tongue on my clit. The man was an oral sex god! The first time we'd fucked, he'd gone down on me like my pussy was the best meal he'd ever had. Every time since, his tongue action had gotten better. I just wished I could see him more often; if it wasn't for his job, which kept him busy almost a hundred hours a week, I would have dragged the man into bed and stayed there permanently. Tonight, we'd managed to find time to get together for the first time in a month. God, I'd missed his mouth! His tongue flicked my clit, then moved to my cunt. Ian could fuck me better with his tongue than most men could with their cocks. I plunged over the edge, screaming, "Fuck, yes, Ian!" as I came. The next step was usually me taking Ian's eight-inch cock in my mouth, but tonight he had other plans. "You taste fantastic," he said. "I want to taste more." "Go for it," I said breathlessly. I wasn't sure I could take another orgasm like that one. Ian had something else in mind. Something new. He licked from my pussy down to my ass. I'd fantasized about anal sex, but most of the men I fucked either weren't interested or found the idea downright disgusting. One guy had fingered my ass while I sucked his cock, but that was the closest I'd gotten to anal action until now. I couldn't believe Ian was actually licking my asshole. And I couldn't believe how good it felt. "Holy fuck!" From between my legs, Ian met my eyes. His lips curved in a grin as he slid his tongue into my ass and swirled it around. Damn! I'd heard that the nerve endings in the ass were far more sensitive than those in the pussy. That was definitely being proved to me now. I squirmed and writhed in pleasure as he tongued my ass. When he plunged two fingers into my cunt, it immediately sent me over the edge. "Fuuucccckk!" "You like that, don't you," he murmured. "You like feeling my tongue on your ass." "Yes." I lay back, panting. "Fuck, Ian, I've never felt anything like that!" "I'll have to make sure you feel plenty more of it, then." He scooted up beside me and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head; I couldn't quite stomach the idea of his mouth touching mine after touching my ass. He laughed. "It's not that bad, but okay." Instead, he kissed my cheek. "You know something?" "What?" "You have the hottest ass I've ever seen. I want to fuck it." "You want to fuck my ass?" "Hell yeah. Do you want me to?" If he fucked my ass as well as he fucked my cunt, I'd die and go straight to heaven. "Yes. But..." "But you've never done it before, we don't have any lube, and you need to prepare." He grinned. "I didn't mean tonight. You're going to need a butt plug, and I bet you don't own one yet." "Um, no." "Well, if you want me to fuck you in the ass, you have to get one." He stroked his thick cock. "This is a little bigger than anything your ass might be used to. A butt plug will stretch you out." "Uh huh." As much as I wanted to feel his cock in my back hole, I wasn't completely sure I wanted some plastic or rubber thing stuck in me. But the idea excited me almost as the idea of having my ass fucked did. "So where do I get one?" "Online, or at that adult store I've told you about intown. The store might be better, because you've only got one week." "Till what?" He slipped his fingers into my pussy. "Till I fuck that sweet ass of yours. Just thinking about it's got me so horny I can't even think." Straddling him, I said, "I guess I'd better do something about that." "Guess you should." I took his cock in one hand and guided it to my cunt. With one hard downward thrust, I had him inside me. "Something like this?" "Damn straight. Fuck me, babe." I rode his cock straight to another orgasm. As I came down from it, I felt his cum spurt inside me. "You're so fucking hot!" he exclaimed. I planted a long, hard kiss on his mouth. "Likewise." We cuddled for a few minutes, then got dressed. Time to leave the hotel and go back to our real lives. Outside, beside my car, Ian kissed me and reminded me, "One week from tonight. Same time, same place. And have your butt plug in your ass so you'll be ready for me." "You want me to drive over here with a plug in my ass?" "Only if you really want me to fuck your ass. See you next week." He gave me a hug and walked away. Fuck. Just the thought of driving, of walking into the hotel, of Ian seeing me with a butt plug in place made me horny all over again, despite the fucking I'd just had. I went home and went straight to bed with my favorite vibrator, bringing myself to a few more orgasms with the image of Ian's cock in my ass. That weekend, I went to the adult store and picked out my first butt plug. That was the name on the box, "My First Butt Plug." I couldn't help cracking up when I saw it, but at least the name made it easier for me to know which one to get. "Want some lube with that?" the cashier asked when I brought my purchase to the register. "I have some." "Okay." He rang up the package and gave me the price. I paid and hurried home to try it out. In my bedroom, I opened the package and took out the butt plug. It was larger than I'd expected, but I was pretty sure I could make it fit. "Relax and use plenty of lube," I told myself as I stripped. To help myself relax, I took out my vibrator and held it against my clit till I came. Then I lubed up my ass and the butt plug. Lying on my side, I bent my top leg toward my chest. I'd read somewhere that this was the easiest position for anal, and I wanted to see how accurate that claim was. I worked the butt plug into myself slowly, stopping every few seconds to give myself a chance to relax and adjust. Finally, the base of the plug rested against my ass. The plug was all the way in. And it felt fucking amazing! I moved it in and out slowly, fucking myself with it. Damn... if doing it myself with a butt plug felt this good, I could only imagine what Ian's cock would feel like. I felt an orgasm building. To speed it along, I rolled onto my back and grabbed my vibrator. I was so wet the vibrator slid along my slit and into my cunt almost on its own. Holy shit! Both holes were full, and the feeling was incredible.. Now I knew why some women swore by double penetration. Two cocks... That fantasy propelled me to such a hard orgasm I almost blacked out. I lay there for a moment, recovering. "Hell yeah," I said out loud. "My ass is going to be fucked." A few nights later, I put the butt plug in my ass, dressed in a low-cut shirt and miniskirt, and drove to the hotel. It felt strange sitting down with something in my ass, but a good strange. A strange that brought moisture to my cunt. The excitement of doing something so slutty, so nasty had me tingling from head to toe within the ten minutes the drive took. As usual, Ian had arrived first, and had left a note on the dash of his pickup with the room number on it. I went to the room and knocked. When Ian opened the door, he grabbed me and dragged me inside. "You look so fucking hot!" he said. "And what are you wearing under that skirt?" I turned my back to him and flipped up the skirt's hem so he could see the plug protruding from my ass. "Just what you told me." "Good girl." He turned me to him and kissed me, his tongue opening my lips and twining with mine. Slipping his hand into the top of my shirt, he rolled one nipple between his thumb and fingers. "God, Ian, set me on fire," I murmured. "That's the idea." His other hand found its way under my skirt, and he thrust two fingers inside me. "How does it feel having something in your pussy with the butt plug in your ass?" "It's making me so fucking wet. I can't wait to fuck you, Ian!" "Is that so?" He stepped back and stripped off his tight black shirt and jeans. "Get those clothes off, then, if you're so ready to be fucked." I was naked in seconds. Ian pushed me back onto the bed. "Hurry up and get that cock inside me!" I ordered. "Not so fast." He knelt on the bed in front of me and put my legs up on his shoulders. "I want to taste you first. You know I love how delicious you are." As desperate as I was for his cock, I couldn't turn down his tongue. He gave a little oral attention to each of my tits, sucking the nipples till they were almost painfully hard, then made his way south. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I had to stifle a scream. "Mmm, you are wet," he said. "And pretty damn horny, I'd bet." "Fuck, yeah." "Good." He thrust his tongue into my cunt and fingered my clit. "Oh my fucking god!" I shouted as an orgasm ripped through me. Ian's eyes met mine as he moved his tongue down to my ass. He licked around the base of the butt plug, then slowly pulled out the plug. Discomfort mingled with pleasure as my ass was opened to him. "I'm going to eat your ass, then I'm going to fuck it," he announced. He got off the bed and took a small bottle of lube out of his pants pocket. Tossing it to me, he said, "While I rim you, I want you to lube up my cock. Get it good and slippery so it will go right into that tight, sexy asshole of yours." He knelt beside me, facing my feet, and brought his tongue back to my asshole. I opened the lube and squirted an ample amount into my hand, then rubbed it onto his cock. He moaned as he tongued my ass, and I kept stroking his cock, enjoying how turned on he was as much as I enjoyed how hot he made me. After a moment he said, "Enough. You're going to make me cum, and there's only one place I want to do that." "In my ass?" I said. "In your hot, tight little ass. How do you want to do it?" I got into the position I'd used to insert the butt plug. "Like this." "Perfect. Opens you right up for me." He moved into position behind me. "You ready for my cock, baby?" "I'm ready for you to fuck my ass," I said. Ian put the head of his cock against my asshole and pushed. His head entered me easily; the plug had stretched me enough. But as he pushed his cock further in, I tensed up. "Relax," he said. "I'll take it nice and slow, but right now, I can't get in any further. You want my cock in your ass, don't you?" "Fuck, yes." I took a deep breath, in and out, and relaxed enough for Ian's cock to slide further into me. It hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine." I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. "Keep going, baby. I want you all the way in." Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, second by second, Ian slid his cock into me. I kept my breathing deep and even, keeping myself relaxed. Finally Ian said, "I'm all the way in, baby. How does it feel?" "Kind of painful," I admitted. "But I don't care. Fuck me, Ian." "It won't hurt for long." He slid partway out, then thrust his cock back in. As he picked up the pace of his fucking, the discomfort faded and all I felt was intense pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" I cried. "You're really doing it. You're fucking my ass!" "Yes, I am, baby. I'm fucking your tight little asshole. Play with yourself, honey. Flick your clit while I fuck your ass." I slipped my hand between my legs and fingered my clit. "Holy shit! Oh, my god, Ian! Fuck!" I let out a wordless scream as I came again. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you cum," Ian said. "Baby, your ass is so tight I can't hold back. I'm going to cum. Do you want to feel my cum in your ass?" "God, yes!" "You got it." He gave a few more thrusts. "Fuck! Yeah!" His warm cum filled my asshole. I lay still, a smile on my face. I loved learning a new skill.