Excerpt
I never realized how many men there were in the world dying for their women to strap on and attack their sweet little butt holes! My boyfriend Calvin and I have been together for six years and I have only just discovered his secret longing. I could weep for the lost time, but thankfully he’s allowing me to make up for it.
Six-foot-four, good looking, a hundred and ninety-two pounds of solid man muscle and not conceited about his looks, he’s still my fantasy come true.
He used to have simple taste in sex—mostly the good old missionary position. Occasionally, we used to do it in a chair, on the kitchen table, in the bathroom, on the backseat of his car or standing up. Nothing extreme. Nothing that would make me think that under his cool, happy exterior was a man who needed to be butt-fucked in the worst way!
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me relate the events as they happened.
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“Vanity, are you coming to bed any time soon?” Calvin asked. “If not, I’ll deal with this myself.”
I turned from watching my favourite episode of Sex in the City and found him standing naked in the doorway of the living room holding his erect nine-inch cock in his hand.
He’d done it deliberately, knowing that I can’t resist a hard cock.
“Did I give you permission to play with yourself?” I asked annoyed, switching off the DVD and turning to face him. I didn’t like it when he left me out. I worried that he would have so much fun alone he would decide that he didn’t need me anymore.
“You said you would be there ten minutes ago, so I decided to get myself ready,” he explained calmly.
He was right, of course. I’d just needed to see my girls for the hundredth time, but I’d told him that I would be there in a minute less than fifteen minutes ago. He was asking for trouble!
“Your ass is mine!” I threatened stripping off my clothes and racing after him as he turned to go back into the bedroom.
It was an empty threat—I’m a slender, okay skinny, five-foot-three, he could snap me like a twig—but I really should punish him for making me turn off the DVD when Samantha was naked in bed with two gay men.
“Drop that cock and eat my pussy now,” I demanded and climbed onto the bed with him.
It was what he would have done anyway, but it felt good saying the words.
Did I mention that we went through a similar routine every time we had sex? He played with my breasts a bit. I don’t have a lot of breast, so playing with them must feel to him like he’s playing with his own chest. I’d thought of getting implants, but he’d begged me not to.
Sorry, where was I? Oh yes, our routine. After a little breast play he would move southwards to my pussy and eat me until I was almost on the point of coming. Then he would guide his cock to my mouth and I would give him head until he just had to be inside my pussy or die! Then he would fuck me until I came and he would come shortly afterwards. A few times he came before me, but not often.
That was our sex life. It wasn’t bad.
I had no idea then how much better it would get.
Still in a commanding mood I laid myself back on the bed, spread my legs, and my pussy lips with my fingers and said, “Stick your tongue right up in there and fuck me until I tell you to stop.”
He went willingly, scooting down the bed until he was between my spread-eagle legs. Wrapping his arms around my hips he spread my lips to his satisfaction, pushing my fingers out of the way.
“Ah,” I moaned as he plunged his tongue deep inside me, rasping my inner walls and sending a shiver through me. Like his cock, his tongue was in proportion to his height and longer than most.
He carried on, stabbing his tongue inside me like he wanted to touch my womb. By then I was wriggling and trying to escape, but he wouldn’t let up. Finally a shock like a bolt of electricity started at my clit and raced to both my head and my toes. Screaming, I rubbed my clit against his nose and came, clasping my head in my hands to keep my brains from exploding.
Coming hard always left me weak. Twice I tried to raise my head off the bed and fell backwards both times. Laughing, Calvin got off the bed and went out the bedroom. He came back with a half a glass of red wine—all that was left from the bottle we’d had earlier with dinner. He propped me up on his arm until I drained the glass. I had recovered with the first sips of wine, but I played it out a bit, wanting him to feel like he was the man.
“Right, it’s my turn now and as I said earlier your ass is mine!” I threatened again, grabbing hold of his cock as he stood at the side of the bed. Sitting on our low wooden designer king-size bed with my lack of inches, I was at the perfect height to give him a blowjob in comfort.
But surprised to find him as stiff as a poker in my hand even before I’d started, I told him, “Come and lie down on the bed. I don’t want you to fall over when I start because I’m going to suck your cock like it’s a Marks and Spencer lollipop—the ones I really like. I’m due a facial and these breasts aren’t going to grow any bigger unless they get a shower of your rich sperm to fertilize them.”
He quickly lay on the bed, bracing himself on his elbows and planting his long legs on the floor, opening himself up completely as I knelt between them. He liked me to talk about his cock and about how I was going to give him head and what I would do with his cum. It usually ended up inside me, as I mentioned before, but we always played these little games beforehand.
After letting him imagine coming all over my face and chest, I added, “Actually I need the nutrients. I think I might just swallow your tasty cum instead.”
I felt his cock expand at the new thought.
“God, you’re so hard,” I told him, as I slowly licked my way up his shaft. He was oozing pre-cum. I lapped up several drops and smacked my lips as I held his gaze. “And so delicious.”
Still holding his gaze I slowly covered the tip of his cock with my lips and sucked on it, holding his shaft in both hands, letting him see how long his cock was. I have small hands with narrow palms, it looked as if I could wrap another hand around his shaft, if I had one.
Every now and then I let the head just slip out of my mouth, curling my lips outwards to make it appear as though the crown of his cock was forcing my lips apart. Had I planned it in advance I would have worn red lipstick, that really gets him going, but there had been no time for that.
Then it was time for some ball work. Calvin has small, tight little scrotal sacs that I hoped would be able to produce little Calvins when we finally decided that the time was right. Pumping his shaft lightly in a smooth repetitive motion, I moved down to gently tongue his balls. His head immediately fell backwards and soon the rest of his body followed limply.
His balls were the crown jewels of his body. But they had to be handled just right. I sucked one into my mouth and teased it with my tongue and then rolled it gently in my mouth as though it was a sugared sweet I was trying to dissolve. By the time I got to the other one his breathing was audible in the room. He is not much of a talker during sex, but the groaning sounds he makes let me know when I get something right.
Usually after ball play I head back to giving head. This time I headed further south, intended to lick my way to his butt hole. He nearly came off the bed when I ran my tongue over his perineum. I did it a couple more times as he begged me to stop.
But I was just getting started.
Now only stroking his cock very lightly, to keep it warm more than anything else, I continued to tongue the sensitive area between his butt and his balls that I had discovered for the first time. And curious to find out what else lay undiscovered, I moistened the middle finger of my left hand and rimmed his butt hole.
The same electric shock that had gone through me earlier seem to go through him. He clenched his butt muscles and pleaded, “Please stop…please don’t…stop.”
A clear request for me to go ahead if I’d ever heard one. So, I did.
He reached down and placed his hand over mine, urging me to quicken the slow stroke of my hand on his cock. Instead, I slipped my hand from under his and curled his fingers around his now straining shaft, leaving him to look after it while I got up and a bit more personal with his butt hole. Reasoning that something larger than my slim finger made its way out of him on a daily basis, albeit in a different direction, I worked it past his entrance carefully as I continued to kiss and caress his perineum with my tongue and lips.
Before I got my finger in to the first knuckle he came all over the bed sheets.
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