6 comments/ 30765 views/ 3 favorites Ass Man By: NookieNotes We've finally gotten a chance to spend some time together, after your schedule and mine conflicted for so long. It was worth the wait. Although I am dressed casually, I was very careful in choosing my attire for the day, and wore my "Ass Pants," a pair of jeans that really makes my butt look outstanding – perky and round. We've spent most of the day together, and have enjoyed each other's company and conversation for the past hours, getting to know each other, verbally sparring and teasing with our eyes and suggestive talk. We've stolen a kiss or two here and there, copped a feel, and now, without words we've agreed that it would be fun to explore each other in a more physical way. Under my clothing I am wearing some new lingerie, a black lace bra with pink lace trim and matching thong. We come together in a passionate kiss. My hands run over your shoulders and chest while yours caress my back, heading south to my ass. Our breaths mingle as we taste each other, testing different techniques, teasing, and learning each others' reactions. I feel you pull me close, using your strong arms to crush me against you. I catch my breath and for a moment can't breathe as your rock hard cock pushes against my thigh. My fingers clench against your lower back, holding you close, not wanting to break away, then I push you backwards, and help you out of your shirt. I explore your body with my hands, touching every square inch of skin now available to me, feeling the muscles below flesh, your soft chest hair against my palms, my fingernails drawing shivers down your spine. I lean to kiss your chest, but it turns into a nibble, then a soft lick and a light bite. My hot, wet breath traces a path down your abdomen, to the spot where your waistband begins. Your hands are clenching my shoulders reflexively, and I love their strength. You move them up into my hair, massaging my scalp and pulling my silky hair softly as I lick the edge where your pants prevent my further exploration of your body. One of your hands leaves my body, and moves towards your belt buckle. "Ah-ah," I say, and move it away. I want to be the one to do this. I reach my hands up to your belt, and loosen it, gaining access to the top button on your pants. I slowly undo the button, gazing up at you, looking into your eyes and seeing your need gazing back at me. I smile in anticipation, and lower my lips to the soft skin just behind your pant waistband, and nibble as my fingers move towards your fly. As I expose more of you to the night, my mouth is right there, making sure that each centimeter receives its fair amount of attention. Your pants fall to the ground, and you step out of them and kick them away before I draw you back towards me. On my knees on the floor, I run my hands over the cotton of your undergarments, feeling your desire rush through your body beneath my touch. Your cock springs to meet my hands as they pass, and I just can't resist. I lean forward, and breath a long, hot breath through your shorts onto the tip of your head. I feel you tense and hear you sigh softly. Your hands put additional pressure on the back of my head, tightening your grip against me. I will not be rushed, but I am looking forward to this as much as you are, although you probably don't realize it. Slowly, I use my tongue to wet your shorts through along every inch of you cock, licking and breathing hot wet breaths, feeling you quiver with each movement. I slide my hands from the small of your back down your ass, dragging your last bit of clothing with me. As I let the fabric drop, you are now gloriously exposed, while I am still fully clothed, and kneeling in front of you, intent on giving you pleasure. I begin with my hands, caressing and touching your penis, feeling its rock-hard stiffness underneath the silky soft skin. I run my hands lightly up and down your shaft, watching your expression, and listening to your breaths. I ask, "Do you like this?" You reply that you do, very much, and I continue. "Would you like me to suck your cock?" "Your eyes get wider with pleasure. "Oh yes," you say. I begin with my tongue, licking just the very tip of your head, swirling my lips around, tasting your salty tang. I breathe hot, wet heat out over your cock, as I lower my lips to take your full head in my mouth. My hands are still encircling your shaft, keeping a soft yet firm pressure on your prick. I suck lightly on the tip of your cock, running my tongue all around the sensitive edge of your head while my hand glides up and down in rhythmic motion. You hips move a bit, trying to push deeper into my mouth, but I am in charge right now, and I hold you back – there is going to be much more to do this evening, I want to draw this out. Ever so slowly, I work my way further down your length, pulling you deeper between my lips, my tongue dancing all around you. My one hand continue to stroke you while my other is weighing your balls gently, rocking them back and forth, and playing my fingers on them lightly – like I would play a piano. I feel your excitement building and think maybe it is time to change things up a bit, keep them interesting... With a few long up and down strokes of my mouth, I stop and stand up before you. I see a chair behind you, and guide you down to sit. I back away by a few steps and begin disrobing. As my top comes off, you see my nipples peeking through the black lace of my bra, matching the light pink trim – looking almost innocent – but not quite, of course. I run my hands along my abdomen, up and over my shoulders, and back down to cup my breasts, while looking you directly in the eye, watching your reaction. You lift a hand to reach out, and I back up a step. You'll get yours soon enough. My left hand stays on my breasts, while my right trails down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans, slipping below. You can see the shape of my hand delve further, and I let out a soft gasp when I reach my goal. I pull my hand back up, and stick a single glistening finger in my mouth, then two, licking them thoroughly. I reach down again, now with both hands, to unbutton my jeans. You can see the lace of my though for just a moment before I turn my back to you as I shimmy out of my jeans, gliding them down, bit by bit, exposing a small portion of a cheek with each move. I turn around and approach your chair and straddle you like a lap dancer. I gyrate my hips back and forth, in small circles over your hard cock, teasing my swollen clit against you. I kiss you deeply, dipping my tongue into your mouth, then I place a hand behind your neck to pull you to one of my breasts. Your breath tingles as your tongue wets me and your lips surround my nipple with heat and suction. I feel your teeth softly nip me, sending shivers cascading down my body. My hand tightens in your hair and holds you to me as my other hand clenches fingers tightly into your shoulder. You are groaning against my breast, and I gasp as you move away. I sigh with pleasure when your mouth finds my other breast and begins sucking my nipple hard. I lift my hips up just enough for your cock to stand up straight and feel the heat of my cunt, then slide forward again, rubbing your head against my clip and my hot pussy lips against your shaft. I intend to tease you until you can't take it anymore and you finally fuck me like I need you to. My other breast wants more attention, and so I shift. Pulling the one from your mouth with a small 'pop' sound and roughly shove the other into its place. Excited beyond measure, I growl low "Suck it. That's right, suck my tit!" You take a deep breath as I work my cunt over your cock, sucking my nipple harder and deeper into your warm mouth, biting it softly. A hiss escapes my lips as you nibble at my nipple, and my fingers dig into your head and shoulder in rhythm. As I get hotter, my pussy leaks slick juices onto your cock, adding more lubrication to its throbbing length ever slicker. You can't see what I'm doing to your cock but you can feel it, and your hips begin to move in time with mine. I know you want to sink into my wetness, and I want you inside me as well, but I am determined to make this last. As I lift up, you can feel the wetness of my cunt, warm and inviting. You sigh, then my pussy lifts off of you and you gasp and bite my nipple a little harder, feeling it harden more in your mouth. Suddenly, I stop my sensuous rubbing of my clit and slit over your cock, and turn around to reposition myself to squat over your lap, with my ass toward you. Taking your cock into one hand, I position that purple swollen head at my cunthole and lower myself just enough to have it tickle pussy lips and dip its throbbing head in. You groan with anticipated pleasure as I place your throbbing hard cock at my entrance and push down a little allowing the head to enter me ever so slightly. You might not be able to voice what you're wanting, but your moan tells me what I want to know and brings a pleased edge of a smile to my face. My eyes slide closed at the sensation of you so close to filling me up. I lower myself another half centimetre onto your cock, sighing as I feel you stretch me. I'm not moving on your cock, no lifting and falling of greedy cunt, simply adding that bit more into me and stopping. I'm battling with my own need to be fucked and all I can think of to ease the situation is another order. Careful to keep my pussy as still as possible, I lean backward to run my tongue up along your neck and over your ear, then whisper huskily "You're going to finger my clit now. Nice and slow. Get me even hotter for you." There. That should do it. You groan again as I push my pussy further onto your cock, you try and thrust upwards lifting your hips to push that cock into my pussy. Your tongue flicks out, tasting my neck, sending shivers through me. I feel you shudder as I whisper in your ear but you obediently spit on your fingers and lower them towards my throbbing clit, reaching around me to feel your way. You begin rubbing it lightly, with just a little pressure to built up the moment. But, Tsk, tsk, you moved. You tried to take what you wanted with that upward lift of your hips. And so, I pull my pussy free from your cock, much as it complains, at being so rudely divested of throbbing hardness. You have to learn. You need to know that if you want this pussy, you're going to have to be a lot more forceful than the attempt you made, because I'm going to fight you for control tonight. You did however, set those delicious fingers of yours to work, rubbing over my clit in precisely the way I like it, drawing a low moan from me "Mmmm...that's it. Yes, don't stop." I rub against your lap with my ass and pussy, squirming around as your wonderful fingers bring me waves of pleasure. You reach your other hand around to caress my ass, sliding it along my back and thigh, then down under my seat, where my pussy rubs you. I feel you reposition your cock towards the crack of my ass, never stopping our rubbing rhythm. Just as I am about to say something, I feel your finger exploring my pussy lips. I can't hold back and a groan escapes my lips. I feel you insert one finger inside of me, and I rock back and forth on it. Your fingers on my clit and inside of me, and your cock teasing my ass as it slides back and forth is almost too much. The sensations are amazing, and for a moment I forget that I am in charge, as the pleasure you are giving me racks my body. Suddenly, you growl out loud and push me to my feet using the hands inside me and at my clit, forcing your way to a standing position. I'm thrown slightly off balance, but you catch me before I fall. My eyes fly wide with shock as you stand and send me tumbling off your lap. As you catch me I realize what you've done, a snarl at being robbed of my plaything comes spilling out and I try to wrest control back. You roughly turn me around push me backwards onto the nearby bed, a look of shock on my face, as I fall helplessly. You can see in my eyes that that is exactly what I wanted you to do, despite my feeble attempt to fight you off. You take me by the legs and move me roughly, again, but I enjoy that, being manhandled by you just makes my pussy wetter. You pull me towards the edge of the bed opening me up for you to impale me on your amazing cock. Although I ache for you, I still try to wriggle away, but you are too strong. My legs are on your shoulders, leaving me helpless in a position that you can take full advantage of. You take your throbbing cock in one hand and guide it towards me, looking down briefly to see it glistening with my excitement. I try to sling myself over onto my stomach with a view to crawling away. Too late, your hard cock comes raging into my tight, hot cunt and I gasp, back arching and hands clawing at the sheets under me for that long awaited and much needed thrust, when you grunt out aloud, "There you fucking little tease that's how it's done." Now you start fucking me hard and fast, at last. You have done my bidding, regardless of whether you realize that just yet or not. And you're giving me a thorough fucking, balls slapping against my ass that is slippery from my own juices dripping down. My hands fondle my breasts as they bounce and jostle rhythmically with you. Suddenly you pull that hard cock out of my pussy, you flip me over onto my stomach, and out of nowhere you slap my ass. I stop, shocked, and even more turned on. You pull me back towards you and your waiting cock, sinking it deep into me again with no warning. I can't even try to crawl away as your strong hands have a firm grip on my hips, as you now start to fuck me from behind. You look down and can see just how swollen and puffy my cunt lips are, your cock running in and out. Your cock throbs so hard I can feel it inside me making me want to cum all over your hardness. I stop struggling, pushing back to meet each stroke with a moan. I allow my fingers to slip down over my breasts, down my stomach and between swollen lips to my clit. I tickle myself there, heightening the pleasure you are already giving me, as I feel one of your hands join mine as your fingers push mine out of the way. Feeling you fucking me from behind and your fingers rubbing my pleasure nub sends me over the edge. I hear your sounds of satisfaction as you feel my cunt gripping your cock as I climb higher and higher into orgasm. I moan, "I'm cumming! Oh God, yes, you fuck me so good," as I shudder into release. Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch you smiling. You slide a finger, already so wet from my cum, up between my ass cheeks, running it over my puckered hole. I look forward and squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation. I know what is coming next and can't wait. My ass shifts around, trying to find that finger and invite it into me. I know the minute you push it into my ass it would take two, maybe three thrusts in and out of my ass and cunt at the same time and I'd be cumming again - hard enough to take my breath away. My fingers are back at my clit as you thrust in and out of my cunt. You are waiting, watching, knowing what I want, your finger sliding up to my puckered little ass. You can feel my pussy clench down on you, wanting you to touch me deeper, wanting you to push in a finger. Apparently you feel that your fingers are not yet wet enough, so you move them to join your cock in my cunt, cock and fingers thrusting in and out, hard and steady. Your fingers are now soaking wet with my juices. You remove them from my pussy and place one at my asshole, probing gently. You can feel me try to open to you, to let you push it in, and you slip quickly into my hole, thrusting your finger in time with your cock, you are so close to cumming you start to groan, but admirably, you manage to hold it off a little longer. My breathing is ragged and patchy from your expert pounding of my pussy. I gasp at the new sensation of finger and cock working in unison in and out of my cunt and ass. You're stretching my puckered hole with your finger and matching your cock thrusts in timing. I manage to pant "Fuck! I'm going to cum again." a small whimper slips in "Please...make me cum." another gasp for breath as I feel myself going over the edge. Once more, my cunt contracts hard around your cock, my puckered hole imitating my pussy as I keep up the back and forth thrusting with you riding through wave after wave of ecstasy. Your fingers are still working on my ass at the same pace, sliding in and out with the motion of your cock, making sure you get every shudder out of me. You can feel me contracting around you, tightening muscles and gripping your cock and finger, but you keep going until I can feel your cock jerking deep into my pussy, still thrusting as you take your own satisfaction and burst into me. My thighs begin to tremble from aftershock, and I slowly lower myself down to the cool sheets of the bed as I try to get my breathing under control. I feel your arms around me as you lift me up again, and feel your cock leave my pussy. I sigh and turn my head to look into your eyes, as you push your cock against my ass crack and settle down behind me on the bed, wrapping your hot body around mine. We lay satiated for a moment, then I feel you begin to get hard, gently moving against me, your cock head nuzzling my back door... Ass Man and Ass Mom Doctor has anal sex with a beauty queen. * She had the slim and trim figure of a dancer, the shapely legs of an ice skater, and the muscle tone of a gymnast. After kissing and kissing her, after fondling her ample breasts and feeling her round, firm ass through her clothes, he removed her bra and sucked her nipples, while she felt his cock through his pants. Wanting to excite her to where she needed to allow him to have anal sex with her, feeling for and hoping to find her G spot, he reached down the front of her panty to tease her clit and explore her deeper with his fingers. Once she was as aroused as he was and once she wanted him as much as he wanted her, if that was even possible, he removed her panty and gently turned her to face the opposite direction. Not as easy as he thought this would be, figuring she was as ready for this as he was, his erection was denied entry by her reluctance in having anal sex. Obviously mistaking her passionate cooperation for ignorant innocence, when he turned her to face the other way, perhaps she thought he was going to seduce her doggie style. When he tried to penetrate her anally, she was very tight and it was obvious to him, and unfortunately painfully obvious to her, that she never had anal sex before. Yet, that was okay. They were even. He had never had anal sex or any other type of sex with a beauty queen before. He grabbed his special lubricant from the nightstand and as if she was his patient, penetrating her with his finger, he made her anus slippery enough for him to penetrate her with his penis without undo pain. After having had one too many, it was good that she was relaxed and not feeling much discomfort. The alcohol that raised her blood level was as if he had given her anesthesia in his office, before giving her a colonoscopy. Gently, slowly, but methodically, as he would penetrate a patient with his instrument, he penetrated his lover with his penis. "Wait. What are you doing? I never had anal sex, before," she said in a voice that sounded frightened but still excited. Adventurous and eager to fit in and to be accepted, from what he knew of her and from what he had seen of her on stage, he knew she was daring enough to go along with him compliantly and without much complaint. "Just relax," he said. "Trust me. I'm a doctor." Just the diversion he needed, they both laughed and, as he held onto her hips, with a gentle push, a bit of sustained pressure, and a deeper hump, he felt his penis slide inside. A soccer fan and after watching the World Cup matches, he had the urge to raise his hands in the air and shout...Goal!...but he didn't. Instead he enjoyed the moment. "It feels weird," she said in a voice that dripped like honey helped along by the image he had of her beauty that was already permanently etched in his mind. Thinking that he had gotten lucky, an understatement with this beauty, he had hit the love jackpot to be in bed with her. A lucky fluke, when fate allowed them to meet, he'd spend the rest of his life remembering this night, their first night together that happened three years ago. "Do you like it?" Not waiting for her reply, he increased his rhythm, while reaching around her to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples. His passion and desire for her swelled with the stiffness of his cock, the smell of her hair, and the feel of her body. The worst of it for her was over. He was humping her now, really fucking her, and the alcohol she had consumed did its job in relaxing her enough for him to delve deeper and hump her harder. Now, with her returning his humps and responding to his passion, they were as one. Literally and figuratively, he was the Ass Man, after all, a medical specialist in his profession. A two for one experience that happened three years ago, that was the first time that Peter and Briana had sex and the first time that Briana had anal sex. Now that they're a couple in love, the summer season began when Peter and his girlfriend, Briana, opened their pool for the season and had their first barbeque bash, but, officially, the summer loving began when Briana allowed him to make sweet, passionate love to her anally. That was last night. Maybe it was hormonal or something in the warm, summer air, but summertime was the only time she allowed him to take her anally. He could have used some hot, anal sex during one of those cold, winter nights in February, but she refused his advancements, giving him a slow fuck and a blowjob, instead. Finally, with the advent of summer, after a long, cold winter hiatus and after a troubled spring, the clouds that darkened their blue skies now parted showing them better days ahead. Peter looked at Briana and smiled. He couldn't be happier and she was excited. After taking the pregnancy test and finding out that she was pregnant, she was going to be a Mommy and he a Daddy; they were thrilled. He had planned on asking her to marry him anyway. With her pregnant now, maybe she'd finally say yes. He had asked her to marry him before, but she refused with the excuse that her Daddy wouldn't approve. Peter, nearly 40-years-old, was a dozen years older than she was. Briana was still Daddy's little girl, a baby, as far as her Daddy was concerned, and even though she was no longer a virgin, he still perceived her as virginal. Daddy verbalized that he had hoped she would have married someone more her age and someone, at least, from Texas. He told her that he never figured she'd fall in love with a Jewish doctor from, of all places, New York. Yet, love is blind to age, religion, and location and, for sure, she could have done worse for herself. He was a wealthy doctor and a good catch by all measures of love, security, and marriage. Now that she had finished her morning coffee and was more awake, she was ready for his surprise. Sometimes a little too excited and a bit rough in his passion for her, she had recovered somewhat from his ass play last night and, with the help of a cushion, could sit again and more comfortably enjoy her gift. She was such a sexy woman and he loved her, even more, when she allowed him to make love to her anally, his favorite sexual position. Living life without anal sex for such a long time had made last night an unusually pleasurable anal kind of night. With the unbridled lust she showed him last night in returning his passion, it was as if she had rewarded him for his patience in waiting for her to accept anal sex as part of their lovemaking. Never had he wanted her ass as much and never had she submitted herself in such a willing way. Rammed and slammed, last night, without doubt, was the best anal sex he had ever had with anyone, including those twin cheerleaders, so many years ago. He had never seen anyone do a full split like that during sex. While he ate out one, the other was impaled, rectally, on his cock. That had been amazing, a once-in-a-lifetime experience but, maybe because he loved Briana so much, last night was even better. Last night was a turning point for them, as a couple. Averse to having anal sex before, if he was to judge her by last night's performance, Briana was a ten on a scale of one to ten. After so willingly surrendering her ass to him last night, he doubted she'd ever say no again to having anal sex with him. Maybe, at long last, she's starting to enjoy him making love to her rectum. Maybe her anus has stretched enough and grown accustomed to having his cock buried deep inside of it that the pain she briefly feels is worth the pleasure he loves giving her. An expert in the anus, he is a Board Certified Proctologist, after all. He's the ASS MAN and had much knowledge with regard to the internal workings of the anus, the rectum, and the colon. It had been his love for anal sex that veered him into that specialized medical profession in the first place. He looked at her with such sexual satisfaction, a feeling that he had never felt before. For sure, now that she was the final piece in his puzzle and anal sex was his last much needed ingredient, he couldn't be happier. Everything he had ever wanted, he had achieved, a flourishing career as a doctor, the big house, and the fancy cars. Everything he wanted in a woman, he now had with Briana, a loving sexual partner, a real beauty, and a woman of style and class. His life was complete. If he died and went to Heaven today, he couldn't be any happier. She was beautiful. A Texas beauty queen, who didn't win Miss Texas, she had come in as the runner up. Peter had been so afraid that had she won, he'd lose her to another man, to the glitter of Hollywood, to a professional around the world beauty career, or to the fickle public. Even though, he voted for her to win, he was glad, relieved actually, that she had lost. Now that she lost, now that her beauty career was over and she was free of the fawning public lusting over her from afar, how he attained the next step is where fate stepped in to help him meet her. This time, after he won her heart, he didn't mind getting sloppy seconds. If settling for second best was in winning her, he was the real winner here. He met her three years ago, immediately after she lost the Miss Texas contest. Invited to attend a party with the other beauty queens in attendance, he had been one of the beauty pageant judges. He had voted for her to win, of course, but was happy when she lost. She had more to gain being with him, he thought, than living life as an ex-beauty queen and a B-movie Hollywood celebrity on her way to alcohol and drug addiction, Playboy pictorials, and detox and rehab. To him, she was the most beautiful woman on the stage, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was dying to meet her. Perhaps for safety sake, she stayed with the other beauty pageant contestants and didn't stray from the security of their protectiveness. He watched her from afar drinking too much champagne and not eating enough food. Politely, with a smile and a firm no thank you, she fought off the advances of all those young, well built, horny Texans, who only wanted her for one thing. Definitely, he thought, she wasn't as shallow as she looked. Admitting to him later that she never wanted to live her life as arm candy to an older man, but as a lover in a loving love relationship, courageously, she fought off the advances of all those rich, dirty, old, oilmen, who only wanted to take advantage of her and show her off, as they would something priceless they bought at auction. Definitely, he thought, she wasn't a gold digger. Impressed by what he saw of her, thus far, he needed to know more about her. Older than her and certainly rich, Peter wasn't a dirty, old man. He was a doctor, a healer, a gifted specialist of the medical profession. He didn't want Briana just for sex, he wanted her for everything. He didn't want to take advantage of her, he wanted to give her every advantage he could in life. Watching her, as if she was a beautiful bird or a rare butterfly that might fly away and disappear at any moment, he studied her trying to figure how to get her to notice him. She was so stunningly beautiful and he was so profoundly average. Surrounded by younger men more handsome than he was, why would she want him? Then, as fate would have it, after finishing her third glass of champagne, beating her dropped glass to the floor, she fainted. "Somebody help," screamed the woman, who had been standing next to her. "We need a doctor. Is there a doctor here?" "I'm a doctor," said Peter stepping out from the crowd and he was, indeed, a doctor, a proctologist, a specialist in the anus, the rectum, and the colon. Yet, certainly, he could handle a beautiful maiden in distress, who's only injury was sipping too much champagne on an empty stomach, no doubt. "Give them room," said someone. "Step back and give her some air, please," he said squatting down to take her hand and feel her wrist for her pulse, before putting two fingers to her swan-like, beautiful neck that he imagined kissing, while making anal love to her. His heart raced so fast and beat so loud with the delicate touch of her that he had difficulty discerning her pulse from his. Touching her was as if he was holding a valuable, one-of-a-kind, priceless diamond. Holding her was as if he had just won a contest and won the most beautiful woman in the world, as his reward. Even in her crumpled position, a lifeless flower separated from the bouquet, she was breathtaking. "Is she okay," said one of the beauty contestants, who stood over them and watched with grave concern. He looked up at the woman who spoke and, surrounded by so many beauty contestants that this could have been a fantasy dream he was having in bed, his gaze went from one beautiful woman to the other. With each woman more beautiful than the next, he felt as if he was a big, ugly bumble bee in a meadow trying to decide which beautiful flower to pollinate. Yet, the hand of the wilted rose that he still held was the most beautiful of the bunch. She was the only one with whom that he wanted to sexually reproduce. He didn't belong here amid all this beauty. He wasn't like any of the other men in attendance, handsome models, talented actors, and famous celebrities. Yet, here he was and this his chance, his golden opportunity, that had been serendipitously presented to him by her fainting. As if she was a Lady and he a Gentleman, this could have happened back in the 18th century. She was, indeed, his perfect Princess. "She just had a little too much to drink," he said smiling up at the crowd, wishing they'd all go back to partying and leave him alone with her. "Someone get me some water, please," he said to no one in particular. A waiter handed him a glass of water and he reached up and accepted it. He dabbed some water on each of her wrists with a napkin, then dipped his fingers in the water and gently patted a few droplets on her face, her neck, and her forehead. As if awakening Sleeping Beauty with a drop of water, instead of a kiss, she stirred. When she opened her eyes, he lifted her head and gave her a slow sip of water. "My hero," she said in a slurred voice, as she looked up at him with glassy eyes and a sexy, albeit inebriated smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the lips. Maybe it was that kiss that transformed him from ugly frog status to someone she'd be interested in dating. Unable to resist her charm, he returned her kiss, but when she parted his lips with her tongue, her public display of affection shocked him and he pulled away. Not here, not now, he hoped she'd save that passion and still have that infatuation for him for later, that is, if he was able to get her alone. "C'mon, let's take a walk outside and get you some air," he said putting a strong arm around her slim waist, as he helped her to stand. On his way out the door, he grabbed a slice of bread from one of the many food trays at the party. "When did you last eat?" "Yesterday, I think," she said with an embarrassed smile. "Eat that slowly, but finish it all," he said handing her the bread. "It will soak up and negate some of the alcohol in stomach before it travels through your blood system and overwhelms your nervous system and brain." With the bright lights of the mansion and the sounds of the party behind them, he disappeared in the night with her. Walking and chatting, as if they were already a couple, with his arm still around her slim waist and his hand resting at the very top of her shapely ass, he walked her out to his car and drove her to his house. They've been together ever since. When he took her to his place, she was as drunk as he was excited. She was so beautiful. Never had he been with a woman so beautiful and he couldn't believe she was here with him now. On the way to his house, it was obvious she was impressed with his car, a Mercedes. Then, once they pulled up to his house, is when she realized that he was wealthy. He invited her inside and gave her something to drink, but made sure she had something to eat with her wine, since this was why he was able to get her here in the first place. It only took him a minute to prepare a cheese, cracker, and veggie plate, while she walked around admiring his home and furnishings. They talked, as she ate and drank her wine. Between the fresh night air and the food, sobering up a bit, he watched the color return to her face and her speech was more controlled and understandable. He doesn't remember if he kissed her or she kissed him but they started making out like horny teenagers. He knew by the way she was kissing him and in the way she was allowing him to touch her everywhere he needed and wanted to touch her that he was going to get lucky. He invited her upstairs to his bedroom and she accepted his invitation. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't the best looking guy, but he was a nice man. Never had he gotten lucky with someone who looked like her. Once upstairs and on the bed, is when things really started to heat. She was wearing her gown that she wore at the pageant and once he was able to get her out of that and once she helped him to get naked, she allowed him to remove her bra and panty. Waiting for her to awaken from her drunken spell and to notice that he wasn't one of the young, horny Texans, she saw him for who he was, her soon-to-be boyfriend. Too late to reject him now that they were both naked, they were at the point where she accepted him as her lover. There was something magical about that night. In the way that she looked at him, it was obvious to him that she felt the connection they instantly had, as much as he did. That night was the first time she had anal sex and the first time he had sex with a beauty queen. Before her, his most beautiful girlfriend had been his sexy hairstylist, Christine. Even though Christine was very attractive, even though Christine was a willing anal sex partner, there was no contest when comparing the good looks of Christine to the real beauty of Briana. Tall, blonde, and strikingly beautiful, Briana told him that she thought she was going to be the next Miss Texas. She told him that she had hoped to be the next Miss America. Only, she came in second in the Miss Texas beauty contest and, with that, her hopes of winning Miss America were over. She retired from competing to take a job with him, as his office manager. Now, three years later, just having turned 27-years-old, she was too old to compete anyway. It was a contest for the very young 17-year-olds to 24-year-olds. When walking together, they looked much as Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley did in Joel's music video, Uptown Girl. As short and balding as she was tall and beautiful, her beauty was a startling contrast to his, at best, average looks. Those who saw them would first think that she was only with him because of his money. Yet, with a second look, it was obvious to anyone who saw them together that they were in love. Genuinely, he was a nice man and, better than even her Daddy did, he treated her better than any man had ever treated her before. Yet, in this economic recession, there were enough tough times to reach everyone, even them, that is, by their convoluted perception of a tough time. "April was a bad month, honey," he said giving her a sad smile. "With me being audited by the Internal Revenue Service and you having to go through surgery to fix a botched boob job, well, we've been through some tough times," he said looking around his multi-million dollar mansion with a renewed satisfaction, as if glad he still had the house. Realistically, he should have a problem. Not ever having experienced tough times, never cold, he never felt the chill of winter to make him wonder if he was going to die from exposure. Never hungry and with a private chef in their posh kitchen, he always knew where his next meal was coming from and would never perish from starvation. Never homeless, he always had a place to put his head on a soft 2,000 thread count pillow case that covered a goose down pillow that cost more than some people's mattresses. Ass Man and Ass Mom With so many people out of work, with so many people living without medical insurance, with so many people losing their jobs, their homes, and their cars, this rich doctor should have a problem. The toughest of times that he briefly experienced would be the best of times for the rest of us. For a caring doctor, how dare he be so insensitive to the plight of others by calling his IRS audit and her temporary inconvenience due to voluntary cosmetic surgery tough times? "C'mon outside. I have something to show you," he said beaming with delight. Still in their sleepwear, he in his pajamas and she in her short, satin nightgown, they walked outside. "What's the surprise? Did our neighbor's dog go to the bathroom on our lawn again?" "No, I have a real surprise in store for you and if I tell you the surprise, it's not a surprise anymore," he said with a laugh. "C'mon," he said reaching out to take her hand and kissing it, before tucking it beneath his arm. The first day of his summer vacation, it had been more than two years since he had taken any time off from his practice. Working long 10-12 hour days, six days a week, he had worked hard to build up his business and win the trust and acclaim of his patience, something not easy to do when you're a proctologist. Much worse than going to the dentist, no one wants to go see a proctologist. Now successful enough to hire other doctors to reduce his workload and now that he had someone like Briana in his life, he planned on taking off more time. As soon as he opened the front door, there parked in the driveway was a new, blood red Ferrari with a personalized license plate, ASS MOM. The handmade Italian automobile that decorated the front of his house gave more testimony to his obvious wealth. "Peter, why do you need another car, when you have three already?" She stared at the car, before noticing the license plate and looking at him with injury. She pulled away from him, as if he had slapped her. "If you think I'll be driven around by you in your car with a license plate that reads, ASS MOM, you're out of your mind," she said standing with her feet apart and her hand on her hip, as if she was denied her right to ride in a Texas rodeo because she was a woman. "A personal sexual choice between us, I'd be so embarrassed for others to know that we have anal sex." "Suit yourself," he said tossing her the keys. "Only, this isn't my car. This is your car." "My car? You're kidding!" With a complete change of attitude, she looked at him with wild eyed happiness. "You bought me a Ferrari? Oh, Peter, baby, I love you," she said and launched herself in his arms and kissed him, as if he had just told her that she won the Miss America crown. While she kissed him, he reached around and down and cupped her round, firm ass through her nightgown with experienced hands, in the way that only a proctologist can feel the contours of a nearly naked ass. And what an ass she had. Dear Lord Almighty, he surely died and went to Heaven by the feel of her round, firm ass. Cadavers should have an ass such as her ass for medical students to train on in medical school. "Get in," he said shooing her away with his hands. "Go ahead. See how you like it. The seat is custom made for the contours of your body." "Great, but in a couple of months, when I really start showing, I may not fit in the seat, I'll be so pregnant," she said with a laugh, while running her hand over her stomach. "Yeah, well, I don't want you driving anyway, when you're so pregnant. I'll chauffeur you around to all your appointments." As soon as she opened the car door, she saw the blue Tiffany box. "Peter? What's this?" "Open it," he said walking around the car to stand beside her. He watched her open the box and waited for her reaction, before getting in position. "Oh, Peter," she said turning to look for him, but he was already there beside her on one knee. "Briana," he said taking her hand in his, "will you marry me?" "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes," she said pulling him up to meet her and embracing him in a long, wet kiss. He took the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. It was a perfect fit. "With all my troubles with the IRS over, now that they approved my tax shelter, I don't have to hide my money anymore. I can actually spend some of it," he said with a joyous laugh. She was still staring at her hand, holding up the diamond to see it sparkle in the sun, when he pushed his remote and opened the garage door. "I bought myself a gift, too," with a beaming smile of pride. "Peter, tell me you didn't. You bought another car?" "I traded in the Mercedes for this," he said leading her to the garage and to the back of the car. "Isn't it beautiful?" "ASS MAN? Peter, really," she said with a laugh commenting on his license plate. "I can see my Ferrari and your Bentley parked side by side in the lot at the medical office, ASS MAN and ASS MOM," she said with a laugh. "If I didn't love you, if I didn't know your sense of humor, I'd be upset, but I think it's appropriately funny. You're such a goof. You're such an ass man," she said, when he reached over and grabbed a handful of her ass, again. "Come in the house. I want my future wife to show her future husband how much she loves her new car and how much she loves her diamond ring." "My ass is your ass, lover," she said taking him by the hand and pulling him inside. They closed the door and headed upstairs. Once in the bedroom, they started kissing, before even getting on the bed. Then, when they finally got in bed, his hands were all over her beautiful body, especially her ass, his favorite part. She reached her hand down to pull his hardening cock from out of his pajama bottoms. "Oh, baby, that feels so good when you stroke me like that." "Is this what you want," she said moving her body halfway down the bed and taking him in her mouth. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it. Suck my cock, Briana." He loved seeing his cock in her mouth. Instantly, he grew hard in her mouth. He moved her lush blonde hair out of the way, so that he could better see his cock in her mouth. He loved her blue eyes, especially when she looked up at him, while blowing him. She sucked and stroked him a little while longer, until he was as hard as he needed to be to enter her. Then, she removed him from her mouth, climbed higher up on the bed, and reached for the gel on the night side table and handed it to him. In an instant, she pulled off her nightgown and turned her back to him, pushing up her ass, offering it to him, as his special trophy for being such a generous, giving, and loving soon-to-be husband. "Would you do the honors, doctor?" He dabbed enough gel in her rectum to make his entrance as painless and as enjoyable as possible. As gentle as he was passionate with her and her ass, he was an expert in ass play. He positioned himself behind her and with one arm across her flat tummy, exerting just enough gentle pressure on her abdomen, he gave her a gentle hump and was inside her. "Oh," she said letting out a little gasp. "Feel my tits, baby. I love it when you finger my nipples, while you hump me." When her breathing quickened, she became more demanding of him. "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck my ass. Go inside me deeper, Peter. Fuck my ass harder." He took a handful of her oh, so perfect silicon boobs and played with her sculpted nipples until they were erect. She had beautiful boobs, the best boobs that money could buy. He knew the best doctors and when he saw the botched boob job that some uninspired plastic surgeon gave her, he convinced her to have them redone on him. No doubt, she was as glad she did, as he was. Slowly, methodically, rhythmically, he humped her harder and harder. Deeper and deeper, he went, as the full length of his cock explored the length and width of her anus. Then, in an unexpected pleasure, they both came together. This her first orgasm during anal sex, the fact that they both had an orgasm at the same time was an unexpected and an unprecedented pleasure. It was wonderful and something he'd always remember and try to accomplish over and again. For ASS MAN and ASS MOM life couldn't be any better having some anal summer lovin'. Ass Massages are the Best Stacey had had the worst week. It was the worst for a few reasons: First of all, her best friend had gotten married. Which, of course, is great news! She was in the wedding party even. And had a blast! But now her best friend was married and had a special someone and no longer needed Stacey in the same way she used to -that person you call anytime of the day or night, like when you've eaten too much oysters and you're not sure if you have food poisoning or if you are just allergic to oysters. It had turned out to be food poisoning, thank goodness. Second, she had just been dumped by her boyfriend of 6 months, Alex. Sure, the sex had gotten pretty stale, but he was steady. He was a doctor and they generally had a pretty pleasant time. But it turned out that pleasant just didn't cut it when you had a sexy nurse who you could bang anytime you wanted. Third, today was Valentine's Day. Stacey had bought a couples massage package for her and Alex. They both loved massages and this would have been a killer gift. Now she was Single AF and stuck with two couples massage coupons. Instead of letting them go to waste, Stacey decided, what the heck! She'd use them for herself today. Stacey stepped into the day spa and presented the coupon to the woman at the front desk. "Welcome!" The woman smiled warmly and led Stacey down the hallway into a dimly lit room with a massage table in the centre and the sounds of flutes and running water on a CD player. "Please take off all of your clothes, get under the covers and Noah will be with you shortly. OH. Noah is a male's name. I've never had a male masseuse before. She thought as she undressed. Oh well, it's just a massage. It's not a really sexual thing. I'll be naked, but it's probably going to be some old guy anyway. Nothing at all to worry about or get turned on for. There was a full length mirror on the wall and she stepped over to it to examine herself, fully naked. She had a beautiful hourglass shaped body with D cup breasts and a large, round ass. Her skin was tanned and her hair was long and dark, from her Spanish background. She tilted her head as she looked in the mirror, trying to figure out why Alex had chosen to bang his nurse instead of working on their sex life with her. She had a great body, so what could have been missing? Just as she was thinking this, the door opened to reveal a young, attractive man who seemed to be around Stacey's age (30 years old). He had chestnut brown hair and strong arms, built for massaging. He towered in the small doorway at a height that had to be around 6'3 or 6'4, with a strong jawline and intense dark brown eyes. And he looked very startled to see Stacey standing there. Naked. "Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry m'am. I have never walked in on any of my clients naked before! I thought you were finished. Please, take this towel." He said this as he handed her a white towel from the side table with his face turned the other way. Stacey hastily covered herself up hoped she wouldn't die of embarrassment right there. She glanced up at her masseuse (presumably Noah), and realized that she actually recognized him. "Noah Adams?" "Yes?" He asked, seeming startled that she knew his name. "Do you remember me? Probably not, I mean it was a big high school and I wasn't very noticeable, but we both went to Sacred Heart High together! I'm Stacey Caruthers." He turned his head back toward her and squinted his eyes at her for a moment. "Stacey Caruthers? Is that really you? Well, you look quite a bit different than I remember!" Wow." She couldn't help but notice that he was fully checking her out and this towel was really not covering very much of her. She blushed and looked down. "I would hope I look a bit different than the dork I was in high school!" She laughed. "Wow! Stacey Curuthers." He said, shaking his head. "This is wild! Who would have thought we'd see each again after all these years." She noticed that his eyes had still not left her body, and more specifically her boobs and ass regions. They stood smiling at each other for a moment, before he blinked and seemed to remember why they were here. "I'm actually going to be your masseuse today. I do have another appointment directly after so we should probably get started." Stacey walked over to the massage table and carefully lowered herself onto it so that she couldn't expose herself to him again. He placed his hands on her back and she noticed just how big they felt. "So how have you been Stacey? Are you a famous artist of some sort? I seem to remember you always working on a mural in the hall or creating one of the masterpiece sets for the school show." Stacey blinked in surprise. "You remember that? I mean, of course I remember you, but I mean I was pretty quiet. I figured I just kind of blended in." His hands paused massaging for a moment. "That's hard to believe, especially looking at you now. I always thought you were pretty, you know. Kinda shy and quiet, but pretty. And, it seems, you've grown into quite the attractive woman." His hands resumed their pace at her back and she answered, "Well, you are partly right. About the job I mean," she added hastily, "not the part about me being attractive. I don't mean to say I agree that I'm attractive! Not that I'm ugly or anything... uh." She let out a nervous laugh. "I work as the artistic director at an advertising agency downtown. The whole starving artist thing was never very appealing to me, so now I get paid well while also being creative." He let out a whistle and she could hear the grin in his voice, "Well look at you! A hotshot artistic director. I'm sure a lot of men are happy having you tell them how you'd like it. " "Excuse me?!" Stacey exclaimed, surprised at his innuendo. Noah laughed. "Sorry! I didn't mean like that. I mean, that's still probably true, but I meant that you're probably a good boss. You seem sweet and sure of yourself." "Oh. Well, thanks." Stacey was glad she was facedown, so Noah couldn't see how red her face was right now. Noah massaged her shoulder blades and Stacey involuntarily moaned in pleasure. She snapped her eyes open and prayed that he didn't hear that over the sound of the tacky trickling water soundtrack. "And how about you? Is this your side job as you audition for movies until you get your big break? I remember just how dreamy you were in high school as the lead in all of the plays. Girls would audition for plays just so they'd get to star opposite you and get one a kiss, even if just for pretend." He laughed, in his now-deep laugh, "As dreamy as you can be being the lead in a high school play perhaps. I mean, it was Shakespeare so I was wearing tights and essentially a dress." "Which, as I remember, showed off your legs incredibly well." Stacey couldn't believe she just said that. Was she actually flirting with Noah Adams? As he was running his very large hands up and down her body? In any other circumstance, this would be an extremely sexual act. But this was just a massage, so Stacey wasn't turned on at all... right? Noah's hands continued to work in circles down her lower back. He pushed his hands out towards her sides and his fingers grazed her stomach and occasionally the sides of her breasts. Stacey was sure he wasn't doing this intentionally, but each time he pushed his fingers out from her back he would touch more of her breast. Naturally this caused her nipples to harden. Shit. Stacey thought. His hands are magic. During this conversation Noah had been working up and down her back and shoulders (and occasionally her side breasts), which was deliciously hot. Now Noah tugged the sheet directly above her ass down so it was completely exposed. Thank goodness I just went for a wax. Stacey thought. She was also glad that she had been making going to the gym a priority every morning. Every blasted morning she would wake up to the sound of her alarm clock waking her up to go to the gym a the crack of dawn where she would squat and lunge until she could barely walk the next day. The result of which, was that she now had a very large, perky ass for Noah's viewing. "This is a side I never saw of you in high school," Noah chuckled. Stacey grinned and subtly lifted her ass up for maximum plumpness. They fell into a comfortable silence as Noah began working his thumbs along each of her ass cheeks, slowing pulling them away from each other. Every so often his thumb would graze her asshole and her ass would twitch. Then he splayed his fingers on each of her ass cheeks and dragged his fingers along them. "Do you mind if I hop up onto the table, Stacey? I do this for clients, only when they feel comfortable, as it will gain me maximum access." "Of course!," Stacey replied a little too eagerly. "I mean, whatever can get you the best possible access." Oh goodness. Did she just say that? "Thank you." Noah hopped onto the table so that his legs were on either side of hers. His hands began to knead the outside of her thighs and work their way inwards, moving up toward her ass and her cunt. She tried to prevent her legs from rubbing together but she was getting SO turned on. She couldn't help but groan as his fingertips just barely grazed her clit. There was no way she could hold it in any longer. She continued to groan as his fingers continued to work her ass and thighs. Noah's hands were suddenly off of her and she immediately missed the warmth. But it didn't last very long because suddenly Noah was ON TOP OF HER. He had evidently taken off his shirt and was draped along her body from her ass and all along her back. She could feel his breath in her ear as he said, "This is a technique called Lier Massage, in which the masseuse becomes one with the client in order to feel all of their muscles as they're being massaged. Of course, if you become uncomfortable in the slightest, I can go back to the regular shiatsu massage." "Um, nope. I'm actually very comfortable. As I mentioned before, access me in the best way and however you'd like." Stacey breathed back in as much of a voice as she could muster. This was the hottest massage she could have ever even dreamed. "Your wish is my command." Noah breathed in her ear. His hands slid beneath her body to stroke along her stomach. His hands worked upwards until he grabbed her breasts with both hands and massaged them by kneading them and rubbing circles around her nipples, bringing a new meaning to the term, 'full body massage'. Meanwhile he nibbled on her ear and kissed down her neck desperately. "Ohhh" Stacey groaned, sure that clients in the next room over could hear her. But she didn't care. His fingers drifted downward until they were moving between her folds and stroking her clit. As he stroked her, he took one finger and started pumping in and out of her, eliciting more moans from her. He added two more fingers as her breathing got more husky and picked up pace until he had four fingers inside of her. He pumped faster and faster as she she rocked back and forth into his fingers. "Noah! You are gonna make me cum if you don't stop now." But he didn't want to stop and just continued to pump faster and faster as she built and finally climaxed with a scream. He took his fingers out of her and moved to stroke her two round globe ass cheeks. "One thing I regret not doing in high school, is not fucking your beautiful juicy ass." Noah breathed as his dick grazed her ass cheeks. "Oh Noah, that makes two of us. Now, if you could be so kind, get that fat dick and FUCK MY ASS!" To make her point clear Stacey shoved her ass upwards and speared his dick with her tight hole. He groaned with pleasure and shoved his dick into her asshole as far a sit would go and moved his body with hers in rhythm. He grabbed onto her big tits and clutched them as they worked in and out of her. They were both sweating now and their bodies slid along each other as they both built toward orgasm. As the waves hit them they both tipped their heads back and closed their eyes. Once it was over Noah fell back on top of her. All too soon, Noah was hopping off the table and Stacey whined in displeasure. That is, until Noah sat on the stool directly underneath the hole in the massage table and his dick was presented to her lips. She licked her lips and wrapped them around his shaft, barely fitting it in her mouth. She bobbed up and down as she dragged her teeth along his dick and licked around and around the head, causing him to shudder. He pushed his dick up into her throat until she was gagging, but she kept taking it until he orgasmed his load into her mouth. "Mmm," She groaned as she swallowed it and licked her lips to enjoy any of the leftovers. He walked back over to the massage table, picked up Stacy by the waist, and flipped her over to her back. "I don't think anyone could every describe what you just did as why or quiet. Darling, you have simply blossomed." He said and straddled her so his face was by her cunt and his ass was by her face. They began to pleasure each other- she by massaging and licking his ass and balls, and him by licking her cunt and stroking his tongue along her clitoris. Ever so slowly his long tongue plunged into Stacey and she exclaimed in pleasure. She swirled his tongue around and around until she orgasmed again that day, called out his name. He turned back around and hugged her around the waist. "Nice to see you again Stacey." He said as he kissed along her chest. "Likewise." Stacey said as she grabbed him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss.