“The first time I was fucked in the ass?” I asked and he nodded. “Well, I was about sixteen, I think. One of my boyfriends was curious and so was I so we grabbed some lube and condoms and just experimented. It wasn’t the earth-shattering experience I was expecting but it got progressively better as we kept at it. Now I love it. There’s nothing like having a fat cock stretching your ass and filling it up with cum. You ought to try it sometime.”
He balked at the idea of being bent over by another guy and I laughed. “Alright, how about a strap-on? I could pop your cherry for you.”
“That’s a little too wild for me,” he admitted, but two high points of color had appeared in his cheeks as he bent down to whisper, “But I have to admit, the idea of fucking you there…I’ve dreamt about it.”
My laughter faded as excitement followed. “Well, why are we wasting time in the shower then?” I said, my breathing quickening. We rinsed and left the shower. The shadow of his conscience had fled and all that remained was hard lust as he followed me to the bed. I grabbed the lube I’d stashed under the bed and worked the slippery stuff all over his rigid cock. I primed his cock with a few corkscrew pumps with my fist and then when he started to groan and flipped around and presented my little pink starfish. I was so aroused, so ready. The knowledge that I was his first, made me giddy. “Gently, push past the ring of fire,” I instructed, taking a deep breath as he placed his cock at my entrance.
“Are you sure,” he asked, his voice strained. “It’s so tight…I don’t think I’ll fit…”
“You can do it,” I encouraged him, wiggling my ass to entice him. “I want your cock in my ass, Daddy. I want you to fuck me there.”
“I like your dirty little mouth,” he admitted, grunting as he pushed his cock slowly deeper. I groaned and pushed against him, helping him go further. “Oh Jesus…” he groaned once he was all the way in my ass. “This feels…insane! So hot!”
I moaned. “Now slowly start to fuck me,” I instructed, trying to be a good teacher but it felt so good all I wanted to do was rock against that solid hard cock buried so deep in my ass. I writhed, loving it. He started to move, thrusting against me, slapping my ass with his balls. I reached down to finger my clit as he fucked me. The lube made everything slippery and nice and within minutes, Daddy had found his rhythm. His little grunts matched my moans and soon the room was filled with the sounds of our fucking.
“Slap my ass,” I gasped, begging. “Please, Daddy! Tell me I’m your little bitch!”
“God yes!” He gave my ass a sharp whap, then rubbed the sting away like a pro. He hit it again and I shuddered at the zinging pain that was a perfect complement to the pleasure building deep inside me. “My little slut. My little cock tease,” he panted, barely able to get the words out as his orgasm started to barrel down his cock. I could tell he was close but that was okay, I was getting there, too. We were in total sync with each other — a first for me! — and I was quickly becoming addicted to his cock. “Tell me to cum in your ass!” he demanded, pumping hard, shaking my entire body.
“Yessss! Fill me up! I want all of it! Do it, Daddy!”
“Uhhhhh,” he groaned as he jacked his biggest payload yet! I could feel his cream bathing my insides and within seconds my third mind-blowing orgasm rattled from deep inside, creating a cataclysm of fuck-tastic glee across every nerve ending.
I screamed, unable to hold back, every muscle contracting in synchronistic pleasure until I was a sobbing mess.
He withdrew and collapsed beside me, breathing hard as his abdominal muscles quivered. “That…was…I don’t even have the right words,” he admitted in awe, glancing over at me. I nodded, finally able to catch my breath, yet still bathing in that wondrous feeling of a good fuck. He rolled to his side and gaze at me for a long moment.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, rising to my elbows to meet his stare.
“I want to do that again and again and again. I want to do you, again and again and again.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Some people will.”
I gave him a coy smile. “It’ll be our dirty little secret. In public we can go on pretending that you’re my loving step-daddy but in private we’ll shag each other’s brains out. Besides, I have a lot more to teach you about the art of fucking.”
He arched a brow, plainly curious. “Oh really?”
My grin widened. “Of course. We haven’t even started the real education. But I think you’ve earned a rest. You’ve been a very dedicated student thus far.”
He returned my sly smile as he bent down to suck a sensitive nipple in his mouth, murmuring, “I was in the top of my class. I like to be the best.”
“Such an overachiever.” I sighed, loving the feel of his mouth on my tits. “Well Daddy, you’re well on your way to getting an A. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He laved each firm globe slowly, drawing out the pleasure admirably but we were both far too sated at the moment to take it to the next level, which was fine. He could use the rest.
He needed his strength for all the dirty things I had planned.
I smiled to myself.
Ohhh, Daddy…you have no idea what you’re in for…
I’m insatiable.
Hands Behind Your BackBy Alexx Andria
Copyright 2011 by Alexx Andria
Red and blue lights flashed in my rear view mirror and I muttered a foul curse under my breath as I eased off the accelerator.
It was my own damn fault and I knew it; I’d been speeding. Hell, I’d been practically qualifying for Nascar.
But when you combine a pissed-off disposition and a high-performance vehicle like the Porsche Carrera on an open stretch of road at midnight, you’re kinda asking for trouble — and that’s definitely what I was asking for that night.
I was in a reckless mood; angry at my boyfriend for being a total and complete asshat, and feeling a little sorry for myself for letting him have some kind of power over me when I ought to leave his ass behind. I mean, I was hot as fuck and dressed to kill, why the hell was I letting him ruin my night? Yeah, so I was marinating in some heavy shit by the time the cop clocked me doing 80 in a 55-MPH zone.
Gravel crunched beneath my low-profile tires as I pulled off the main highway and onto the shoulder. It was late and the road was deserted. It was just me, the coyotes and one man in blue.
Oh, and did I mention I was feeling a bit reckless? Yeah…so about that…
The officer tapped on the glass with a gloved finger and I depressed the lever to slide the window down.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. Did they always have to ask that question when it was fairly obvious I’d been flying like a bat out of hell? I glanced up at him, read his name plate and did a double take. Holy hell. Officer Monroe was the kind of cop that ended up in a pin-up calendar filled with hunky cops and firemen. When did they start turning out cops like this guy? Talk about Grade A Choice Man Meat wrapped nicely in a dark uniform. Day-um! I’d never been into cops but I was about to change my tune on that score.
“I’m pretty sure I was speeding,” I answered, going for the honest approach. I’d never been a fan of playing the dumb blonde card, even though my hair was white as snow and fell in fat, lazy, curls down my back. “Is that about right?”
“Yes,” Officer Monroe agreed. “License and registration, please.”
I reached over to grab my purse and made sure my slinky metallic sheath-type dress rode up my smooth thigh. I was a hot piece of tail and there was no pretending otherwise so I figured I might as well see just how straight-laced Officer Monroe was. When his gaze stole to my exposed length of leg, I smothered a smile. Men were predictable, even the ones who were supposedly Dudley Do-Rights. I smiled demurely up at him as I handed him my license and registration, saying, “You know, I really wish there was something I could do to convince you not to write that ticket. I mean, I know I was speeding but if you knew the kind of night I w
as having…”
“Kara Buchanan: 1916 Pine Drive,” Officer Monroe read my name and address from my license, then handed it back to me before saying, “Yeah? What’s going on?”
“Do you see how I’m dressed?” I asked, gesturing to the tight dress that displayed an obscene amount of cleavage. My tits were practically spilling from the dress, thanks to a stellar push-up bra and a generous cup size to begin with. He nodded, his stare inscrutable. “Well, let’s just say that my boyfriend wasn’t feeling it and he left me to run off with some slut at the club. Needless to say, I’m all alone and feeling like shit. I mean, if you had this” I cupped both tits for emphasis “would you go off looking for some strange?”
“An emotional upset is no reason to drive recklessly,” he admonished, ignoring my blatant attempt to get his attention. “Have you been drinking, tonight?”
“No,” I answered, sharply disappointed and mildly petulant. “I don’t drink and drive.”
“I’m going to need you to step outside of the vehicle, please,” he ordered.
Stunned, I looked at him sharply. “Why? What did I do? Just write me the damn ticket all ready. I just want this night to end.”
“Out of the vehicle,” he repeated firmly, stepping back to allow room for me to exit. I huffed a short breath and climbed from the bucket seat, glaring at Officer Monroe as I went. “I told you I wasn’t drinking. You think I’d risk wrapping my car around a tree?”
His stare roved my body in a slow, assessing track from the top of my head to the tip of my stilettos and I shivered at the dark look in his eyes. There was something dangerous — and hot — about Officer Monroe that was seriously doing a number on my nerves. “Hands behind your head,” he instructed, his tone brooking no argument. I started to tremble as I did as he requested. “Now turn around slowly.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, a bit breathlessly. The dark thrill of the unknown had taken control and I was suddenly wet with desire.
“I’m checking you for weapons,” he answered, his hands sliding up my body, lingering on the full swells of my tits as he squeezed. “Nothing there, but what about down here?”
I shuddered as his gloved hands traveled to my ass, feeling between my cheeks as the thin silky fabric slid easily between his fingertips. “You seem like a dangerous woman,” he said, lifting the hem of my dress, exposing my ass to the warm night air. I wore a tiny white g-string that barely qualified as underwear as it hardly covered anything at all. He plucked at the string dipping between my twin halves as if it were the strings of a guitar and snapped it against my lower back. I flinched at the tiny sting from the tight elastic. “I’m going to have to do a more thorough search of your person.”
Before I could offer a response, I heard the sound of leather slithering from behind me as he pulled his gloves free from his hands. I drew a sharp breath as his finger delved into my crack, rubbing the soft skin with slow, sensual movements that made me squirm. “Put your hands on the car where I can see them,” he ordered in a silky voice as he flipped my dress up over my ass so he could get a better view. “Arch your back,” he said. “I want to make sure you’re not hiding anything illicit.”
“I’m not that kind of girl,” I said, risking a look behind me. My blond hair was cascading down my back, tickling my skin, and I know I must’ve looked pretty sexy because Officer Monroe was palming the front of his uniform pants with a narrowed stare at my ass.
“Eyes front,” he said, swatting my ass with his leather gloves. I jumped and cried out, surprised at how the unexpected sting made my juices run. I’d never imagined being dominated like this would rev my engine the way that it did. I wanted more. Only, I didn’t know the rules to this dirty game. I felt out of my element but wildly aroused.
“Do you do this all the time,” I dared to ask, my thighs quivering as his finger breached my slick folds to rub at the rapidly swelling pleasure nub.
“Once or twice. When the situation warrants,” he answered smoothly, palming my ass with his free hand while he finger fucked me with the other. “Have you ever offered yourself in order to get out of trouble?”
“No,” I gasped, struggling to keep it together but quickly losing that battle as the pleasure increased. I wasn’t lying; I’d never done anything like this. I’d been feeling reckless and my mouth had overloaded my ass. And now I was going to pay for it. Deliciously. “I wasn’t thinking straight. Ohhh, God…that feels so fucking good!”
He made a sound that may have been a chuckle but I was too focused on the sensations he was creating with just two fingers. If he could do that with two digits…what could he do with his tongue?
“Tell me what you’re willing to do for me?” he said, increasing the torture of his fingers. “Would you suck my cock right here in the dirt on your knees?”
“Yes,” I groaned, barely able to stand, the tension was becoming unbearable. “I’d do whatever you wanted…I promise!”
“Are you a little slut?” he asked silkily.
“Yessss,” I answered on a moan. He laughed and withdrew his fingers. I almost wept. My pussy ached and clenched, the waves of building pleasure receding as my burgeoning orgasm started to fade but I didn’t have time to cry out in disappointment because soon, he was making a new demand.
“Prove it, beautiful little slut,” he said, and I heard the zipper release on his fly. I turned slowly and gasped at the monster-sized erection that sprang from his uniform. “Get on your knees and suck my cock. Now.”
I stared, my knees shaking. I should’ve jumped in my car and driven away as fast as possible. But I couldn’t. I was desperately aroused, almost in a frenzied state and I sank to my knees to fall upon his cock like a starving woman.
His girth filled my mouth, so much so that it was hard to fit it all in, but soon I was bobbing on his nob, sliding my mouth along the shaft and teasing the tip with my tongue. His fingers threaded through my hair and his soft, approving grunts sounded in the still night air as he fucked my mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his ass cheeks clenching and releasing in time with each thrust. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Suck it good.”
His grip tightened and his rhythm changed. I thought for sure he was going to cum down my throat and I prepared for the salty liquid to fill my mouth. But he shocked me when he withdrew to growl, “Bend over the hood of the car.”
I did as he requested, pushing my ass up as I quivered with anticipation. What would he do to me? Would he fuck me in the ass? I shuddered. It would be rough without lube. It might hurt. I cast an apprehensive look at him and he grinned, the corners of his mouth tipping in an achingly sexy smile. The breath caught in my chest and I knew whatever he would do to me would make me cum. I was already halfway there.
“Turn around,” he said, coming toward me. I did as I was told, my hands gripping the side of my car as I bent over the quarter panel. The meaty head of his cock slid along the seam of my ass, poked at the entrance of my pussy. “I’ve had a lot of women try to get out of a ticket by offering sex. I’m rarely tempted but all I can say is…your boyfriend is a stupid man.” And then, he punctuated his last comment by burying his cock deep inside my wet pussy, grunting as he went. “If this was my pussy, I’d never let it leave the house.” He began a slow, deep thrust and withdraw motion as he added in a tight voice, “And I’m going to fuck it raw.”
“Ohhh, my God,” I moaned, pushing against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock rubbed against a great spot, tickling me better than any G-spot vibrator had ever managed, and soon I was gasping with the pleasure, panting against the building tension that was going to make me cum until I couldn’t stand. He started to thrust in a jackhammer motion, rocking my body until it was all I could do to hang on. His fat, thick cock rammed into me, fucking me harder than my boyfriend had ever dreamed and I cried out with the growing pleasure. “Yess, fuck me, officer! Fuck me! Make me cum!”
“You like that, huh?” he asked in a tight, harsh voice, the
sounds of our fucking echoed in the night, and the fact that anyone could happen upon us only intensified the thrill. “You like that cock? Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it, you little slut.”
“God, yes, I need it,” I cried, arching against him. “Give it to me, officer!”
“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?”
“No,” I sobbed, my legs shaking as my body began to quake with the magnitude of a monster orgasm coming my way. “Never like this…”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how to fuck this pussy right,” Officer Monroe said, gripping my hips hard for better leverage. “He doesn’t know how to make this little pussy wet and ready, does he?”
I couldn’t speak, it was coming. I couldn’t breathe. Everything in me stiffened as my pussy clenched so hard that I thought I might pass out. Waves upon waves of powerful, almost painful, pleasure swept through me and I cried out, almost weeping from the intensity. “I’m cumming,” I managed to gasp and suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair as he continued to pound my well-used pussy. I groaned as he continued to buffet me with his cock, almost punishing me and I felt another wave coming. “Ohhh no, not again! I can’t take it,” I cried, surprised at the second orgasm as it washed over me. I’d never had back-to-back orgasms in my life and here I was writhing like a cat in heat as a complete stranger fucked me six ways from Sunday. I groaned, unable to form words, only meaningless babble as his cock filled me, stretching my pussy until I was sure I’d never be the same.
“That’s right, slut, cum for me!” he demanded in a harsh growl. “Cum for Officer Monroe!”
I panted for breath, ready to go limp but he wasn’t finished with me.
Seconds later, he withdrew and felt his fingers delving into my dripping pussy. He slapped some of my own juices onto my asshole and I held my breath, knowing where he wanted to fuck me next.
“I need that tight little ass,” he grunted, slowly pushing himself past the ring of fire, until he was deep inside my ass. “Does he fuck you like this?” he demanded to know, gripping my hair tightly, making me take every inch until I could barely breathe. “Tell me, does he fuck this little ass with his tiny dick?”
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