Twenty-two-year-old, newly-wed bride, Christina Richmond, wearing black garter belt, stockings and sheer babydoll nightgown, turned obediently onto her stomach and then let her sixty-seven-year-old groom, Royce, urge her up on all-fours.
“Are you going to fuck my ass?” she asked hopefully, tilting herself up in anticipation.
“Why would I fuck your bottom, my dear, when you have such a delectable little pussy?” Arranging his fingers as though making the sign for a gun, he poked the two straight fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her vigorously. “I leave ass fucking to gay men and such.”
No ass fucking for a year, she thought in dismay, she wouldn’t survive, would she? She should have gone for the settlement of five hundred thousand pounds—she would have only had to stay married to him for six months. Instead, she had been greedy and opted for the prenup for twice the money and now she would have to stay married to him for twice as long. Her ass would need therapy if it was denied fucking for that length of time!
She sighed aloud as he pulled his fingers out and buried his cock smoothly inside her with one long thrust. At least his cock was still reasonably meaty and long, although it must have atrophied a little with age. He had already fucked her once, missionary style. She had then expected to snuggle up to him and sleep for the remainder of their wedding night. Instead he had insisted on fucking her again, briefly building her hopes of an ass fucking when he had turned her onto her front, but instead it was another pussy fucking, only this time from the back. He was a fit man who played tennis twice weekly and jogged early mornings when the weather was good, but she wondered vaguely, as he pounded his cock into her, if his vigour was natural or Viagra-aided.
Finally he grunted one last time and came with a bang.
Then he pulled himself free, collapsed onto the bed next to her and immediately started snoring.
Christina rolled onto her side and smiled at him fondly. Her very own sugar daddy! And the poor dear, he had worked himself to the bone fucking her.
Theirs had been a whirlwind courtship. Only six weeks ago she had met him and known immediately that she wanted to marry him…for his money. The forty-five year difference in their ages hadn’t mattered. When he’d proposed, she hadn’t played coy and asked for time to think it over; she had said yes immediately.
Growing up poor and the sixth of seven children hadn’t been fun for Christina. All three of her older sisters had followed their mother’s footsteps and become mothers at early ages. Christina had decided that she wanted more out of life. She had practised speaking well by listening repeatedly to a DVD copy of the BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, mimicking Jennifer Ehle’s intonation until she sounded almost exactly like her. At sixteen, she had started a part-time job at Harvey Nichols and knew immediately that she didn’t want to spend a life behind the counter serving—she wanted to be on the other side, being served. She had recognized the power of her pussy from a tender age and had used it and her model height and looks to get the things her parents couldn’t afford to give her, so she looked for ways to put it to use again.
Her first serious relationship was with a wealthy much-older lesbian, one of the store’s regular customers. Christina hadn’t considered herself even remotely bi-sexual, but Evelyn Schofield’s boast that a man would never satisfy Christina again if she let Evelyn fuck her only once, had intrigued the younger woman. Evelyn had made good on her promise. Christina’s pussy had been eaten before, but Evelyn had eaten it with extreme relish. Evelyn’s dildo of choice had been aptly named ‘Outlaw’. With it strapped to her hips, Evelyn had made every man that had come before her fade into insignificance when she had given Christina every insertable inch of the nine-and-a-quarter inch realistic toy, the equally realistic balls slapping the younger woman’s clit deliciously as she was being fucked. Another favourite of Evelyn’s was her ‘Eleven’ a stainless steel dildo with its eight insertable inches. But, Christina had had a special fondness for Evelyn’s Prince Valiant, a multi-coloured pinstriped glass dildo with a thick g-spot shaft and an obscenely bulbous head. The cool smooth glass had a wonderful feel to it and the g-spot shaft hit Christina’s pleasure spot unerringly on every occasion. It was as pleasurable being inserted as it was being withdrawn and Christina had often watched avidly, almost hypnotized by the swirling pinstripes, as Evelyn had buried the dildo to the very base inside her.
Evelyn’s sexual appetite was phenomenal and matched equally by her young lover’s. Often at work, Christina, still feeling the effects of Evelyn’s lovemaking the previous night, counted the minutes of every hour until she would get to Evelyn’s home and be fucked again. Then one day she came home and found Evelyn in bed with another woman. There was no reason for her to be jealous, Evelyn had explained, Annette was her first lover and the two of them had known each other since university. Annette was married with a family but occasionally came by for a fuck.
Christina had packed and left, deciding that she was too young to play second fiddle to the woman Evelyn was so obviously in love with it was painful to see. She would have been sorely tempted to steal the very expensive Prince Valiant and its padded pouch when she was leaving, if it hadn’t been the very dildo Evelyn had been burying up inside a very receptive Annette, when Christina had walked in on them.
Having allowed herself to become emotionally involved with Evelyn in a way she had never done with any man, the older woman’s betrayal hurt Christina deeply. Never again, she vowed.
Royce Richmond had walked into the store days later looking for a gift for his son Robert’s fortieth birthday. Christina had helped him find the perfect gift and he had walked out the store with it and her number in his pocket.
She had lived with Evelyn rent free and had saved a little money not having to pay bills or buy food, but except for the expensive gold watch her lover had bought her for Valentine’s, Christina had left the relationship with only her clothes. She hadn’t made the same mistake with Royce, insisting that they marry before having sex, although she didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t a virgin. He had wanted the wedding to take place within a week, but she had needed six for her dream dress to be designed and sewn and for all the preparation of her fairytale wedding to be made.
Royce was a tycoon who had built a business empire worth in excess of fifty million from literally nothing but his bare hands. Though he was totally besotted with Christina, not even the promise of her young pussy had made him foolish enough to not insist on a prenup to protect Robert’s interest as his heir.
Christina hadn’t minded the prenup, but she had sensed that Robert and his nineteen-year-old twin sons, Bryan and Ryan, were none too thrilled that Royce was giving her a million pounds of the money they considered their rightful inheritance. Robert had given her a distantly frosty welcome. His sons had kissed her cheeks dutifully and said they were pleased to meet her, in a way that relayed the opposite.
She didn’t particularly care what any of them thought of her. Royce was the security blanket she’d always wanted.
It was too bad that he had just given her probably the most unsatisfactory fuck of her young life.
She needed a drink.
***
Robert watched his father’s new young wife pour herself a generous brandy and quickly toss it back. His father was such an old fool, he thought, his lips curving upwards in mirth, but the old fool had exquisite taste.
He stood at the doorway to the kitchen admiring Christina’s round ass as it tilted upwards invitingly, just begging for his cock.
“Left you horny, didn’t he?” he asked finally.
Her head snapped around at the sound of his voice, her large eyes opening even wider in surprise.
She was dressed in very sexy high-heeled bedroom slippers and a sheer robe which covered an equally sheer nightgown and left nothing to his imagination. She may as well have been naked. She stood staring back at him, and though she didn’t verbally answer his question, her body screamed, “Yes, Stepson, your daddy’s left me horny. Your stepmother’s in need of a good fuck. Help!”
He switched off the light and closed the distance between them as though she’d said the words aloud. Turning her around, he pressed her forward onto the granite kitchen work surface, so that she was lying against the cool surface, her ass stuck in the air. Pressing himself against her, he said, “I can tell from the high angle of your ass that it has been fucked regularly. I also know that my old man is too much of a straight arrow to continue the practice. You’ll be pleased to hear, my horny stepmother, that I’m as bent as a bow.”
Weak with desire and anticipation, Christina said nothing as he pressed himself against her, rubbing his hardening cock up and down the crack of her ass.
“I’ll take a little pussy first,” he informed her, spreading her legs as he freed his cock from his boxers and quickly forced it inside her. He was satisfyingly large and Christina moaned as the hard length filled her. “And maybe plant a little brother or sister in your womb before I fuck your ass.”
