1 comments/ 30081 views/ 5 favorites Cherry Cola By: footshrimper I really get off on waitresses, especially older ones. The ones that like to fuck around with younger guys. It's been my experience since quite early on, that those old broads are very kinky and have a ton of tricks under their skirts. I was seduced as a young man by a bawdy 46 year old blonde named Greta. I was working part time at a Canadian Tire store and was a regular at the dinner across the road, where she worked. She was my first waitress, my first older woman, and believe me she could serve up one hell of a raunchy meal! Greta was a wet dream come true! She was 27 years older than me, and had the biggest most suckable tits I'd ever seen in my life! They literally stretched the top of her pink uniform to the point where I was certain she'd be popping her buttons at any second. When ever she leaned over the table to serve me her tits looked as though they were about to spill out onto my plate! The best thing about Greta though, was that she had the hots for me! I could she did because she always moved behind me to clear the table and made sure that her huge globes pressed and rubbed against my back. She was always teasing me too, kidding me about the young girls she'd see me with. She'd ask when I thought I'd be ready for a real woman!? Late one night, Greta took matters into her own hands. We were alone in the diner and Greta "accidentally" dumped half a glass of Cherry Cola into my lap. She apologized like mad and then began dabbing the crotch of my pants with the hem of her uniform. The very first touch of her hand gave me a tremendous hard-on, instantly. Before I knew it Greta was no longer dabbing the moist spot in my lap, but rather rubbing it and pressing down on it with a horny and hungry look gleaming in her eyes. I never realized that she was actually serious all those times in the past when she said she'd like to screw me. I always thought she was just playing around with me. The next thing I knew the diner was closed for the nigh, and great told me to come upstairs to her apartment so she could wash the cola out of my pants before it stained. But I think we both knew what was really going to happen when we got there. As I waited, without my pants, in her bedroom, visions of her mammoth titties danced through my mind. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined just how truly immense and magnificent Greta's jugs really were though. She stood in front of me braless, her uniform open to the waist and her tits looking like two huge, succulent melons. Greta laughed when she saw my jaw drop and my mouth hang open, drooling. She offered me one of her tits, "Here Hon....this boob's for you!" I had never played with a breast that required two hands. Not that this presented a problem as I eagerly took her heavy jug into my hands. The longer I played with it the harder and longer her nipple grew, until finally Greta clutched my head and pressed me into her bosom firmly. She began moaning and believe it or not, she actually started cumming! I felt as though I was going to suffocate between Greta's huge, soft breasts. Sensing my breathing problem Greta pulled back and fed me one of her melons while she lifted the other one and began sucking on the nipple. It was quite apparent to me that Greta was one very hot and horny lady! Of course by this time I was pretty damn horny myself! I licked and sucked on both her nipples until they were as thick and stiff as the tip of my pinkie finger. I nibbled them with my lips and teeth and drew wet circles around them with my tongue. Just as it seemed Greta was having another orgasm I sucked really hard and raked my teeth over her stiff nub making her scream out loud in pleasure. Greta finally removed the rest of her clothes, pulling her uniform off, she joined me on the bed. I was horny for her cunt, I wanted to wrap my lips onto her pussy. I wanted to fuck her with my tongue. But she stopped my obvious attempts. Instead she had me lie flat on my back and proceeded to suck my cock and fondle my balls. Wow, Greta was one great cocksucker! She performed incredible feats with her magical mouth. She locked her lips around the tip of my cock and sucked me so hard I thought my dick was being slowly amputated! Then once she had me all the way inside her mouth she wildly flicked and poked the sensitive underside of my cockhead and the entire length of my throbbing shaft with her talented tongue. She wouldn't let me cum though. As soon as I was ready to blow she'd grab my balls squeezing them hard and firmly pulling my bag down tight until the urgency to cum subsided. She was a deliciously talented tease and was frustrating the shit out of me! When she decided it was time to screw, sweet old Greta hit me with yet another surprise. She told me she didn't want me to fuck her pussy, she wanted me to fuck her tits! She lay back on the bed and had me straddle her chest. As I did her tits shifted and sagged against the insides of my thighs. But Greta said we weren't quite ready yet, and reaching over she grabbed some Baby Oil from the night table. She told me to dribble some on her tits and my cock as well. "You can't just dry hump these you know....!" she giggled, while I dribbled. I rubbed some oil on her soft tits and then Greta pushed them up and wrapped her fleshy globes around my oily prick. My cock slid back and forth between her slippery, warm breasts. As I thrust forward towards Greta's face I actually lost sight of my prick each time it entered her make shift cunt. In fact it felt just as though I was fucking a cunt! While I titfucked her, Greta was taking care of things by stuffing a big dildo in and out of her pussy. I heard it buzzing and humming away as she shoved it deep into her twat, angling it, pressing it against her clit. Every so often she slid it out and held it against my swollen bag and let it whir and tingle at my nuts. But again, she only did it until she sensed I was going to cum, quickly stopping, teasing me and making me suffer some more. I had her figured out though, and when she came this time, I did too! Our bodies jerked and writhed together as the cum fired out of my prick. She had me so close to cumming so many times that I had quite a back up of cum and it squirted all over her face and into her hair. I kept ramming my dick back forth between her tits squeezing and pulling on her nipples and Greta kept crying out for more as she came hard herself. When we both finished cumming I released Greta's tits and nipples, withdrew my cock and we were both surprised by how much cum I'd unloaded, as her jugs feel apart. She loved the sight of her shiny, wet and creamed tits, and holding one up to her mouth I watched her lick it clean. Me? Well, I just got another hard on by watching her and once she'd cleaned her tits off, we fucked again. Only this time I actually got to fuck her in that big old, blonde pussy hole until her cuntlips were crimson red and sore as hell the following morning!! Cherry Cordial A story Lauren awoke in a flush. She had only been asleep for perhaps half an hour. The clock read 11:43 pm. Her face felt warm as she put her fingers to her cheek, trying to re-orient herself, for she had woken with a start. If she couldn't sleep when her husband was away and the children were asleep, when could she? And she had felt relatively at peace going to bed; however, now she was bolt awake and in those first few moments could not understand why. She had jogged in the morning, eaten a fine dinner of sautéed tofu and broccoli, and had ever cleared up a little question that had occurred to her for the Journal of Radiology submission she was working on. Miles had been gone three days and the household was running with Swiss efficiency, which she sense her children realized, somewhat ruefully. 'I do yank them about sometimes,' she thought, and smiled, and decided that tomorrow would be a stay-at-home day. Her mouth was dry and she rolled over to get her glass of water and as she rubbed her left leg over her right, she felt her sexe was swollen. The pressure felt awfully good, and there was an ache, and then a coolness on the back of her thigh, touching the cotton of her pajama bottom. 'Could I really be that wet to have run down and soaked my underwear?,' she thought, incredulous. For this had happened once or twice before, but not for a long time. 'Why would I. . .' and as she rolled her hips to see just how she did feel, the first fragment of the dream came back to her, vivid and shocking. She blushed. She was thankful the lights were out and she was safe in perfect privacy, and then daring she focused on the fragment and reached back into her subconscious for more. She remembered the connection. She closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders and involuntarily slid her left hand between her legs, over her pajamas, and she pressed down and a wave of feeling coursed up her spine and down through her legs. The images, the whole flowstream of the dream, came tumbling forth into her conscious mind. **** You see, she had been poolside at a grand resort. Somewhere hot, in the tropics, but the pool had the giant central fountain she remembered from the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. The poolside was full of guests and nearly as many waitresses and waiters, the women all tied into blue string bikinis. The men were barefoot and wearing blue golfing slacks of the sheerest possible material, and they fluttered in the light breeze as the men walked. The pants zipped on the side, and as a man moved forward Lauren saw the light cloth hug the curves of his body, including wrapping around the long barrel of his cock, which lay hard against his left thigh, pressed to his body. He looked at her and she had been staring, and he sidled up and said, "It's a leather strap I use to tie it there. Management says we gotta keep those cowboys tied down, so everyone's got to wear it. Part of the job." And he turned and left. 'Management must pick 'em for length too,' Lauren thought, recalling the odd sign outside of the HR office – how had she seen it? – that said "YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO PROCEED," and stood next to a thin statue of a Hindu goddess, hands over her head, that stood generously better than half a foot tall. **** Lauren rolled over onto her back in her bedroom. 'How the heck does my brain think this stuff up?' she mused, surprised and somewhat annoyed at the vividness of the dream, the glaring sensuality, intruding on her well-oiled plans. But her lower lip trembled and she thought 'Well-oiled, indeed!' and she cast back into her memory again **** "Would you like some grapes?" the woman asked, bending over, her breasts straining against the thin strings of her bikini top. "Yes." "No, put your hands down," said the woman, "Management says that we have to feed them to you one at a time." Lauren was beginning to like Management. She opened her mouth, ready to taste a cool red grape, but the woman said, "No, I am not allowed to use my hands, either." And she placed a grape in between her breasts and leaned forward, cupping her pendulous bosom with her hands. 'This is too much,' thought Lauren, and then she recalled that she was anonymous here, and she was to focus on feeling, and besides the woman smelled good. She had a bodyspray of honeysuckle and citrus that was quite appetizing and Lauren reached her neck up and felt the smooth, cool skin on either cheek as she pressed forward between those swelling breasts and found purchase on the grape with her lips. It burst fresh and cool between her teeth, popping in her mouth and she let out an "Ahhhh…" afterwards. Lauren looked up into the woman's olive eyes and said, "How to the men serve these?" "They don't," the woman said. "No grapes or olives, but they do serve California rolls and cherry cordials." 'Cherry cordials,' Lauren thought. "OK. Cherry cordials." And the woman said, "There, that was my last grape, and I have to help the men – they can be unreliable and need a fourth hand. Terrence? Terrence. Two cherry cordials." It was the man Lauren had seen before and he walked over and said, "Two cherry cordials." The waitress sat beside Lauren and Terrence produced a small chilled tray from the cooler he was carrying. Lauren selected a dark chocolate orb. The woman unzipped his pant leg and Lauren saw that the zipper went down to the knee. His neatly groomed package was in full view, but the waistband stayed fastened, so the triangle of cloth fell free in front while his trousers stayed up. She saw the restraint was satin, not leather as he had said, tied around his full penis just behind the head. She could barely believe her eyes; it was shocking and she blushed, but it was all so clean and the scent was fresh, oriental and spicy. From the corners of her eyes she saw other woman bending over other guests, spilling out of their bikini tops, asses wriggling alluringly in the warm sun. The woman grasped the restraint and, holding his cock perfectly level, placed two cherry cordials on the broad beam of flesh, where they say expectantly. "Eh, voila!" she said. Then the unnamed waitress leaned forward and took one in her mouth, planting a gentle kiss as she pulled it up into her mouth. She bit down and a tiny dribble of cherry sauce ran down the corner of her mouth. She ran her finger over it, then sucked on her finger, languorously and in obvious pleasure. Lauren then leaned forward gingerly and took the chocolate in her teeth and she saw the blood pumping in the veins to Terrence's quickened heartbeat. She bit the chocolate to pick it up but it broke open and she caught the cherry and chocolate but some had run down her lips and over Terrence's shaft. Lauren paused, and looked, and licked. There was somehow something more innocuous about this part of the penis, the long smooth drive from base to head, and something about kissing it from the side that made it less vulgar, less bold, and really quite refined. She licked then lapped, then closed her mouth about the pulsing bar, from the side, sucking the sweet cherry from him. She sat back, breathless, and he zipped up and moved on. "Your card, please," said the woman. But Lauren had no card. "Then you shall have to see the Management," she said, grasping Lauren's wrist, gently, with a raise of her eyebrows. **** Back in her room, Lauren writhed. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled a big smile, rolling her eyes up and letting out an "Oohhh" as she raised her left hand from where it had been clasped, firmly, over her sexe. She scissored her legs, savoring the feel of the pressure in her groin and the quickening friction of her long legs rubbing one another. Why was she so riled up? The dream had had no sex, no ravishing, even of others. Indeed, it was, with the exception of one fabulous serving tray for the chocolates, the kind of thing one could see at any four-star resort pool. Or was it? Somehow the tease, the promise tendered but unfulfilled, had her mind working. And her body working, too. What if she hadn't sat back, gasping, from cleaning that delicious sweet cherry cordial? What if she had run her tongue up the long, long span of pulsing skin, over the navy blue satin ribbon, and up over the smooth full ridge of the cock crown and along the last short run of that softer, smoother flesh to the very tip, and placed her tongue at the opening, and looked up into Terrence's eyes? It was her same mouth on his same warm cock, but somehow the power of coming at it head on, and looking up, changed the whole power and structure of the relationship. She would transform from the one provided with a service into the servicer. But why were her thoughts running this way? She wasn't an orgy girl; she had little taste for pornographic movies. But somehow this intrigued her, she was ensnared. She missed her flesh and blood lover. And Oh, when they got going, really going, she could be on fire. She liked none of the coarse words used to describe what they did and how they did it. 'But, let's face it, sometimes I can't resist," she thought. That waitress, that mysterious olive-eyed and olive-skinned woman with the raven-black hair flowing in looping curls over her shoulders, what of her? Lauren's tastes ran to men, or rather man, but the vividness of the sensation of those breasts against her cheeks, and the honeysuckle citrus scent, what if she had paused, and kissed, and placed a hand over the woman to steady her bosom? What if, as she had just fantasized with Terrence, she ran her tongue from the light, smooth side of the breast down, down as the skin firmed, straining to carry the weight of those wondrous large breasts, down across the blue bikini and out onto the tip of the nipple? She had the same delicious shudder. Somehow, though, kissing the breasts wasn't the peak of it. She wondered, devilishly, what just what would it feel like if the waitress had removed her bikini top, and Lauren hers, and they compared the unequal spans of their chests, cupping their hands beneath, and placing their breasts nipple to nipple. How would it feel to press together? To sense the electricity and to know that the woman felt it too, the mirror, the breast opposing, receiver and received. She was moved. She would have leaned forward and kissed this woman of her dream. And just then her infant son mewed from the far room and she half-sat and thought 'Back to sleep, please go back to sleep.' And it was quiet, and she lay down and then bounced up to tip-toe in to check. Sprawling, but asleep. She tip-toed back and lay down. 'That was a lot of hot and bothered!' she thought. 'Oh Hell, I better get on with it, or I'll be up half the night." And so saying she shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and ran her right hand down between her legs. Wow. So wet. So silky smooth. Oh! She arched her hips and back and then kicked off the covers and spread her legs wide, knees kinked, and felt the cool air on her vulva, a mint breath on her glistening flesh. She inserted two fingers into herself. It was so hot and smooth inside, and the ripple of the penetration caused her mouth to dry and she ran her fingers back up to her clit and pressed down, side to side. Electric, pulsing in waves, waves forming larger and larger, adding and expanding, adding and then cresting and soon a peak would form, and then it did and it held its shape, perfectly formed with a tiny windspray along the top, unbalanced but not collapsing, not yet, and then rising to its full height it crescendoed. Down, tumbling foaming crashing, it collapsed into a violent froth that boiled and spread and spread, reducing and dissipating, running at last as a thin wavelet surging onto the beach where it reached its furthest reach, paused, and returned to the sea. Lauren lay on the soaked sheets, spent. She had thought to hoist her hips over to Miles' side of the bed. There was that, too, and she smiled. God she missed Miles. God she missed that cock. She could say that word now. Cock. Funny, it was, after a crashing orgasm like that, her vocabulary opened up, no longer constrained, Victorian, blushing. She was at the height of her sexual power and confidence after a good orgasm. God her pussy felt wonderful, smooth and strong (thank you, Mr. Kagle) and, well… empty. 'It was a fine piece of work, though' she thought, her mind casting back to her dream. 'Oh Hell, why not.' Vegas and pleasure and feeling, the liberation of that anonymous poolside, it was all so freeing, and she breathed a deep breath and reached over to her bedside table and withdrew a small wooden box. She unclasped the hinge and lifted out a bottle of Astroglide, and the felt again and her fingers clasped about the barrel of the smooth round cylinder. She removed it and ran some glide over her hand and then smirked a little "Look Ma – No hands!" smile, and plunged it inside. She sighed, a deep lungful of air escaping as she felt the penetration, smooth and straight and cool, not at all like a real cock, but just what the doctor ordered right now. If Miles could go wild with a blow job or hand job or even doing it to himself, surely she could find some pleasure in variety, too. But that scene reverberated, the vibrator felt fine, slender, and silky smooth, but . . . well, and she reached up and felt and clasped her hand on that hefty toy which, when Miles first brought it home, she had so protested. "I'll need an epidural!" she had said. But men! Always the penis envy, the measuring tape! If he was nervous, why buy a gargantuan dildo for your wife to fuck herself with? Wouldn't it just let her know what she was missing? Yes, she would have said that, to play on his fears, if she'd thought he could laugh it off. Somehow she hadn't. But now, just now, ravished by dream then hand, a fine rhythm to the tool working her cunt – yes even she could think that word now – even now, she lifted the John Holmes Lifesize Cock from the case and brought it to her mouth. She paused and fumbled for the cherry Motion Lotion. She lapped then licked then wrapped her mouth around the side of the silicone smooth replica. It didn't pulse or have that skinsweet taste, but in her imagination it was alive. She slid it back and forth, back and forth, the friction funny against the side of her mouth, and then she slid it all the way up, up, tongue riding up over the faux cock-crown and she pointed it at her and said, "Eh voila!" She plunged it deep, penetrating her mouth, forcing open her jaw so that it soon ached and all the while fucking her herself below with the vibrator. Then she moved her hand up and her clit felt renewed and she knew a second wave was brewing. Her head was abuzz with the odd feel of this massive thing in her mouth and the spectre of the dream, Terrence's cherry cock and the waitress' olive bosom. She removed old John Holmes and thought better of trying to fuck him – that show could wait for Miles and half a bottle of Midol – and with both hands, well, she'd been graphic enough, no? It was the ease and pleasure of slipping into a warm pool after lying in the sun, submerging and kicking along and along, lungs beginning to burn, but on you swim, pressing, lungs training until the moment of bursting when you break from the water. She gasped as she came, arching her back, then collapsing down. She scootched back to her side of the bed and slipped on her shorts. She grabbed a nightshirt and padded it between her legs. And smiled. And slept. Cherry Covered Leather They experimented many times before this, but nothing such as what they discussed on the phone. She actually had to make notes to make sure she had what he requested. She was worried that this was going too far in their experimentation, but he always stopped when she felt uncomfortable. So, she prepared for the evening. He requested that she wear her black leather teddie, black thigh highs and heels. He also requested that they play tonight in the spare room that had the four post bed in it. She placed many candles throughout the room, laid the four silk scarves on the night stand and set the cherry lube next to them. Everything looked good and she then took a shower. While she soaped up her plus-sized body, she thought about how he preferred larger women and he complimented her often. He made her feel good about herself and she smiled. It was getting late and she got out of the shower. She dried off, put on some vanilla lotion and started to get dressed. She slid on her leather teddie, making a few adjustments and ran her hands over her body. Damn, this felt great, but she knew it wouldn't be on for long. She sat down, slipped on her thigh highs and slipped her shoes on. She looked in the mirror and was surprised to what she saw. This was a side of her that no one knew but he would find out tonight. He would be here soon and she went to the living room. He showed up right on time, as usual and he smiled a very broad grin when he saw her laying on the couch as he requested. He was always hard when he got there, and today was no different. He stood above her, slid off his shorts and she could see his hard cock thru his silk boxers. He said he was going to make her watch him stroke himself because he knew that turned her on. He pulled his boxers down and began stroking his cock. Instinctively she slid her hand to the inside of her thigh, but before she could touch her self he grabbed her hand and put it above her head with her other hand. He said he would stop if she did that again, or touched him. He asked if she agreed, she said yes and he said yes what? She said yes master and he said that was better. He began stroking his cock again, his other hand playing with his balls. He knelt beside her head, his hand quickly stroking his cock right above her mouth. She wanted so bad to just stick out her tongue and lick him, but she didn't want him to stop. He took his cock, rubbed his precum all over his head, and slid it back and forth against her lips. She was holding back with much restraint trying not to lick him, to suck him. She began to slid her legs back and forth, trying to get some friction between her legs. She was so hot and wet and he knew it. He saw what she was doing, and slapped her leg. He told her to part her legs and she did. He saw how wet she was as the crotch of her teddie was soaked with her juices. He spread her legs wider and slid his hand down the center of her. She tried not to show her excitement as he did this, and she tried not to press against his hand. He slid his hand up her ample stomach, to her voluptuous breasts. He could feel her hard nipples through the leather and grabbed them hard. She gasped and he squeezed harder. He was squeezing and pulling them, forcing her to sit up. As she did, she came face to face with his hard cock. It was oozing with precum and it took everything she had to not taste him. He knew she wanted it, but told her she couldn't have it just yet. He stroked it some more, while unlacing the front of her teddie with his other hand. He grabbed the laces, pulled her up to stand and told her to go upstairs, get on the bed kneeling so he could see her ass as he walked in the bedroom. She headed upstairs to the spare room and crawled on the bed. She got on all fours with her ass up in the air. As he came into the room, she heard him stop and the proceed to the bed. He reached the end of the bed and slapped her hard on her ass. She jumped and gasped, and was actually turned on by that. She wasn't facing the door as he requested, and he slapped her again. He did it over and over again and it was actually turning her on. He told her to turn over and spread her arms and legs out. She did as he wanted, and he went over to the night stand and grabbed the silk scarves. He knelt on the bed, bent down and kissed her hard. She wasn't sure if she should kiss him or not and she didn't. He pulled back and grabbed her nipple hard again. He asked if he wasn't good enough to kiss and she said yes he was and he pinched harder. She winced at the pain and he planted his mouth on her mouth and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. She kissed him back this time, and was grateful she could finally touch him. He let go of her aching nipple and sat up. He took a silk scarf, tied it around her wrist, but not the bed. He proceeded to do this to her other hand, and her ankles. He then unlaced the teddie all the way, opening it wide enough that he could see her breasts. Her left breast was very red and tender and he lightly touched it. This sent feelings of pain and pleasure thru her body and he did the same to the right side. He placed his lips on her left breast and began to suck it hard. It felt so good, but again was somewhat painful. He moved between her two breasts, sucking, biting, teasing. He mounted her, wrapping her breasts around his cock, and slowly slid back and forth between them. He told her that he loved to tittie fuck her, that it was almost as good as her ass. He stroked more, then added some cherry lube between her breasts. She closed her eyes, and listened to him fuck her like that. He took some of the cherry, ran it along her lips and told her to lick it off. She did as told and he told her to tell him how much she wanted his cock in her mouth. She almost begged, she was so horny. Please let me suck your cock she said. It's been so long and I need to have you in my mouth. He told her to suck his head as it came on the upside of her breasts and she did. Tasting him and the cherry together was wonderful. She wanted more of him, and tried to take more of him into her mouth. He pushed her head down when she did this, telling her that she wasn't allowed to. She was getting very frustrated, she wanted him so bad. He knelt beside her again, and told her to turn over on her stomach. She did, and was hoping that he would finally fuck her. He took the scarves, and tied them to the four posts of the bed. She was spread eagle face down and he said he liked her that way. He got off the bed and stood at the end of it. He said he loved the way she looked, that she looked like a real slut in this outfit. Anything for you she said. And he said anything? And she said yes. She felt his hands at her ankles, slowly sliding up her legs. She was almost to the point of orgasm by the time he reached her ass and he slid his hands between her legs. She almost lost it then but held it back. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, then pulled her pussy lips apart so the crotch of her teddie was pulled tight. He pulled on it from the back, making it rub against her hard clit. He reached down between her legs, and slowly began undoing the three hooks that held it together. As he undid the last one, he kissed her left cheek and then began to suck on the soaked portion of her teddie. She could hear him sucking loudly and she wanted that to be her pussy he would suck. He stopped, almost reading her mind, and said that was all the pussy he wanted tonight. She closed her eyes in disappointment when he slapped her ass again. She flinched as he slapped her again. Again, it was a turn on for her and as he slapped her, he put two fingers into her wet pussy. As he finger fucked her, he was slapping her and she was going to cum. He told her not to cum, but this time she didn't have a choice. He knew that she gave out a loud gasp before she came, and she did just that. He drove three fingers into her pussy and she came so very hard. Her body jolted several times and she pressed against his fingers getting him deeper. He quickly pulled out of her and sat back. She caught her breath as he spread her ass cheeks wide, squirted some cherry lube over her asshole and slid his finger around making sure she was wet enough. He didn't want to satisfy her by getting himself wet in her pussy, so he stroked his cock with some lube also. He told her to beg again for him to fuck her ass. Fuck my ass damnit and fuck it hard. My ass is only yours and you haven't fucked it in a long time. Please, please fuck me now! He kneeled on her thighs and rubbed his hard cock between her ass cheeks. He could hear her whispering please, please... and he slid the tip of his cock into her. Her body relaxed and she wanted more. She pressed against him, he pulled back, and she knew it was part of the game. She stopped, relaxed again and he started again. He pressed into her, slowly, just his head in her now. He stopped and said that this was all she deserved, she wasn't a very good girl tonight. She begged him to put it all in, that she would be better from then on. He started to pull out of her, she turned quickly to look at him, and saw that he was grinning. A grin yes, an evil grin. He squirted more lube onto him and her and then slid more and more into her until he was fully into her. As usual, he felt great. He slowly slid in and out of her over and over. God I love your ass he said over and over. We fit together perfectly and I should fuck you more often. He told her to bare down, try and push him out of her and she did. As she did, it seemed like she had to take a shit and she stopped. He told her not to, that was the point. She hesitated, and he said he would stop if she didn't. This was a turn on for him and he wanted it now. She reluctantly agreed, and bore down while he was fucking her. She could feel it get very warm and wet inside of her ass and that was what he wanted. He said it felt so good to him. He wanted it more and more and she did as she was told. He was yelling at her to do it harder, bare down so hard for him. She hesitated and he slapped her ass again. She said okay okay I'll do it for you. She tried with all her might and suddenly it was very wet between her legs. That turned him on so much he said. It was coming out of her and that made him fuck her harder. He wouldn't stop, not that she wanted him to. She thought it odd, almost uncomfortable what she was doing. He said he loved pushing it back inside her, feeling her tighten around him when she pushed. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, rammed his cock into her deeper and fucked her so hard. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure he felt so damn good. She hesitated for yelling and he said the game was over she could yell all she wanted. He reached down and untied her legs, pressed them together with his legs and fucked her ass like there was no tomorrow. She loved how long he could last in there and he didn't disappoint her tonight. She could tell he was tiring and she said she wanted him to cum in her ass. She needed it there and she wanted it now. He replied now who is the demanding one? She looked at him, grinned and said she always demands that he be in her ass as often as possible. He thrust hard a few more times, said he was going to cum in her ass and she told him to. He thrust again, moaning loudly and pressing into her hard. She hated that he was stopping, but loved what he did. He was panting as he was laying on her back, lightly kissing her. He reached up, undid her tied wrists and they laid there. He hated getting out of her, and so did she, but she knew that some cleaning up had to be done. He quickly slid out of her and off the bed and headed toward the shower. She admired his body as he walked away from her and she smiled and sighed. He called to her to come into the bathroom and she did. He was in the shower, hand held out to her to join him in a mutual soap down. How could she resist him? She never could.