by Alex Algren
“We’re going to Charlie’s for tapas and wine and then we’re going out to Turtle Island with the crew!” Jillian grabbed me and wrapped me in her thin, tanned arms. “I called them even though you told me not to!”
“Jilly, I don’t know!” I pulled away and started heading out the door. “Have you ever even been to that club? And isn’t Turtle Island a snorkeling island in Maui? I’ll just get depressed that I’m not in Maui. I think this club is mostly a college crowd or something.”
“Exactly,” Jillian said as she shuffled behind me down the stairs. “That’s just what you need.”
“Happy birthday to you!” The staff at Charlie’s sang loudly and banged their tambourines as a candle burned slowly in a slice of raspberry cheesecake.
As they walked away, I downed the rest of my Merlot and grabbed a fork. “God, Jilly, I am so damn old now, huh?”
“Old? Oh come on, babe, you look amazing tonight. Every guy who walks by stares at you.”
We had just finished looking at my new toy and having a good laugh about the innocent-looking girl on the front. “They do not,” I countered. “I look so old and haggish.” The server came by and refilled my glass.
“Hey, slow down, hon, we still have to get to the club.”
I took the last bite of my birthday cheesecake and started to sip the glass of wine. I could feel my face flushing from the alcohol I’d had already. And the wine was going straight to my groin. I could feel it pulsing. Maybe the club wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, standing up to head to the ladies’ room.
When I stood up I felt a hand on my lower back. I turned around and came face to face with a young, tall, blond, hot guy in a silver shirt. I’d seen him earlier in the evening, but hadn’t realized that he’d caught me looking.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, perfect white teeth glowing. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks,” I stammered before starting to walk away. God, he was handsome.
“Wait a minute.” Blondie began to follow me as I walked to the restroom.
The restaurant was crowded, and I thought I’d lost him as I made my way through the people, but when I came out, he was waiting for me. My thong dampened at the thought of his lips on my neck.
“Come outside with me for a smoke?” he asked and gently touched my elbow.
“But my friend is waiting for me at the bar….”
I felt a fingertip on my shoulder. It was Jillian.
“I’ve already paid up. I’ve got to make a phone call and I’ll meet you outside in ten, okay?” She winked and left me alone. Now my dream man and I were staring at each other. “Outside?” he asked again.
Without another word, I followed Blondie back through the restaurant to the rear door. He pulled out a pack and offered me one. It was my birthday so I accepted. I could smell his cologne as he made small talk with me. Everything he said was going right through my ears. I wasn’t retaining anything because I was staring at his shiny silver shirt, sucking on a Camel, and fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck him.
“So, it’s your birthday. What are you, twenty-five?” He put his cigarette out on the ground.
“Sure, I’m twenty-five,” I winked.
“How about I give you a birthday treat?”
A birthday treat. I liked the sound of that.
Before I knew what was happening, he stepped toward me and put his lips to mine. Although there were others outside, we didn’t stop kissing. We were off in our own little area against the rear of the restaurant, and nobody seemed to be paying us much attention. As we kissed, we moved even further away from the few customers smoking nearby.
Blondie’s hands worked expertly. He backed me up against the brick and slipped his hands under my sheer blouse, touching the front of my camisole. He pressed his body to mine. He was much taller than me so I could feel his hardness against my abdomen. My hands gravitated toward his crotch as if drawn by a magnet. I moaned as his hands went under my skirt.
“I was watching you,” he said, his eyes bright.
“Yeah?” I murmured.
My handbag was still around my shoulder. An object pressed under my armpit and I pulled my hands from the hot zone to move it away. When I touched it, I realized what it was. It was my birthday gift. When I had taken it out of the package to show Jillian, I had inserted the batteries and even flipped the switch to make sure it worked. I pulled it out now and flipped the switch, glad that it was quiet, as we were just around the corner from the door.
“Oh, my,” he whispered. “Look what we have here.” His strong hand grabbed the slim buzzing object. When he flipped the switch to OFF and stuck it between his expert lips, I let out a breath and unzipped his pants. It was definitely my birthday, as an abundant present was waiting for me.
“Wait a second.” Blondie took the vibrator out of his mouth and flipped the switch to ON. “You don’t need to rush.”
Putting the vibrator under my skirt, he moved my thong aside and eased the wet object inside my willing pussy. His tongue went to my mouth as his other hand slipped under my skirt to gently rub my clitoris. I started to thrust slightly against him and stroke his large silky cock. As he rubbed me, my feet started to shake in my high heels so I pushed back against the wall to help steady myself. The silk of his shirt rubbed against my cleavage. When I was on the verge of coming, Blondie flipped me around, my face against the brick wall. I felt the vibrator slip further up my cunt and his finger move from my clit to my anus. With the finger wet from my juice, he worked it slowly in and out, moistening me up. He added more spit, making me desperately wet back there, and I panted, my cheek up against the brick.
I couldn’t believe we were going to do this—especially out here—but when I turned my head, I saw that we were all alone. Everyone else had gone back inside. My heart was pounding, but I realized that this was exactly what I desired.
“Say you want it,” Blondie whispered, as if reading my mind.
“I want—”
“Say you want me to fuck you up the ass—”
Oh, Christ, I could hardly get the words out. Half-stuttering, I managed to whisper, “I want you—” a deep intake of breath “—I want you to fuck my ass.”
He groaned at the sound of my voice, and when he finally slid his cock up my ass I was already coming, my come sticky on the birthday present in my cunt. I took the vibrator from him so he could put his hands on my hips to better work himself in and out. Every contour of his cock rubbed against the ridges of my asshole. When he came, he gripped my hips so hard I bit my lip to keep silent. I could feel the phone vibrating in the bag still hanging from my shoulder. He pulled his cock out and I reached into the bag to grab the cell. It was Jilly.
“Where are you, Jilly?” I asked, self-conscious about my breathing pattern.
“I’m still inside,” she said. “I’m going to take a piss and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, I’m still outside. I’ll meet you out front in five.”
“Everything okay?”
“Oh yeah, everything’s good.”
Blondie laughed when I said that. I hung up and turned around to see him running his hands through his sun-bleached hair. I put my phone and the toy in my bag and made sure that the vibrator wasn’t sticking out where anyone could see it.
My skirt was a little crooked so I fixed it. When I looked up, Blondie was smiling at me. He kissed me quickly on the cheek. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said before giving me a sexy wink and heading out into the parking lot.
“Oh my god, Lynn,” Jillian said as we climbed into a cab. “That guy was so hot! Did you get his phone number?”
“Er, not exactly,” I said, feeling his come dripping out onto the cab seat. “We just had a smoke and enjoyed each other’s company.”
“What, you mean you talked for a while and didn’t even get his phone number or give him yours?” She looked shocked.
“Actually…” I trailed off
and pulled out the shiny toy.
“Lynn!” Jillian exclaimed. “You naughty birthday girl! And you didn’t even get his phone number?”
By the time we pulled up to the club I felt refreshed. My confidence had been boosted. I still had it in me even at thirty-four. The house, kids, and dog might have to wait, but at least, for a moment, I’d gotten the guy.
ANAL SUBMISSION… OR NOT
D. L. King
So, is it?” I asked. “Is it a submissive act, when I tell you to fuck me in the ass? Or, is your doing it the submissive act?”
The thing is, I love anal sex. I mean I really love it. I love receiving it and I love giving it.
He looked at me, somewhat at a loss. “Oh, come on. I know you know the answer to this one. All right, I’ll make it easy for you. Would my fucking you in the ass make me the dominant and you the submissive?”
“Yes, Ma’am, of course it would,” he said.
“Why?”
He paused. I could see the wheels turning. “Because when I’m naked with you, I’m always the submissive.”
“That’s a cop out, Christopher,” I said. “We’re talking about anal sex here. Answer the question.”
“Okay, it’s more than that. When I’m naked and you’re getting me ready to be fucked, it always makes me feel submissive. Getting fucked by you makes me feel more submissive than any other thing we do. When you fuck me, I feel owned; I feel like I’m handing myself over to you. It’s kind of like giving myself permission to be who I am.
“When you wear your cock, it’s like you’re ten feet tall and, when I’m bent over in front of you, waiting to feel your fingers slide into my ass, or your cock push inside, I guess it drives home the fact that I’m your boy.” He looked at me before continuing. “I know you’ll fuck me until you’re satisfied and I won’t have a say in it. And that’s what I want, and you know it, and maybe it’s the only thing that really relaxes me, you know, really makes me feel comfortable in my skin.”
“That’s lovely, baby, if a little long winded.” I fingered his asshole with two black, latex gloved fingers.” I usually wore gloves when I played with Christopher’s ass and genitals. Not because I thought there was anything dirty about that, but because it drove him into even deeper submission. The snap of the latex and the smooth feel of it on his balls and in his ass could always coax a whimper from him. If we were doing a medical scene, I wore white gloves, but if I simply wanted to top him or feed his masochistic side, I wore black latex. There’s something slightly dangerous about black latex.
I had Christopher positioned on his back, with his legs suspended. A spreader bar between his ankles kept him open. I like this position because I can play with him face-to-face. I like to watch his eyes when I fuck him. I like to know the effect I’m having on him.
I gently fucked him with two fingers, slowly sliding them in and out of his accommodating anus and watched the corners of his mouth curve up into a smile and his eyes slowly close. “You like that, baby?” He moaned and made little positive noises. “But what about me?”
His eyes and smile remained the same. “Hmm?”
I flicked the head of his cock and my fingers stilled in his ass. His eyes flew open.
“Pay attention. We’re having a conversation.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”
I went back to gently fingering him, but his eyes remained focused on mine. “I said, what about me? What about when I tell you to fuck my ass? Is that a submissive act on my part—or on yours?”
“No, Ma’am. It’s not submissive on your part.”
“Why not?” I asked. “Why, if it’s an act of submission for you, wouldn’t it be for me, too?”
“You could never be submissive.” He paused and then said, “It isn’t in your nature.”
“You got that right,” I said and smiled. He smiled back and I gently prodded his prostate. His muscles clenched around my fingers and his cock thickened. “There’s a good boy,” I said, going back to the gentle stimulation. I pushed a gloved finger into his mouth. He sucked on it and wrapped his tongue around it while I continued playing in his ass with my other hand. His eyes watched me intently and I added a second finger, pushing them both in and out of his mouth with the same rhythm I was using in his ass.
His eyes began to close again and his sucking got stronger. He clenched his ass around my fingers and I watched his balls begin to tighten. “May I come, Ma’am?”
“Certainly not,” I said. I pulled my fingers from his mouth and stopped fucking his ass, but left my fingers inside him. I curled them, stroking his inner walls and said, “So if it’s not submissive on my part, what is it?”
He paused again. I guess he was a bit distracted. I watched his expression as he searched for the conversation thread that led to my question. I thought he’d lost it, but then he said, “It’s dominant.”
“How do you figure that?” I asked, my fingers continuing to stroke his interior.
“Are you gonna fuck me? Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me now.”
“Aren’t you a greedy little boy?” I smacked his face lightly. “Not on the agenda. Now answer the question.” I could tell he’d forgotten it again. “Oh, good god, what a short attention span.” I smacked his nipple with the back of my gloved hand and was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath and the muscles inside him trying to crush my fingers. “I want to know why you think fucking me in the ass would be dominant on my part, but when I do the same to you, you’re being submissive.”
“Really? Really? We’re gonna have this conversation now?” I looked at him, my fingers continuing their slow stroking motion. “’Cause you’re dominant. You’re dominant. Nothing you do is submissive. You tell me to do something and I do it. You tell me to fuck you and I fuck you. You tell me to stop fucking you, and no matter how close I am to coming or what I want, I stop fucking you. Because you’re dominant—and I’m not. That’s us; that’s how this works—how we work. It’s what makes us happy. Now, why can’t you just fuck me, already?”
“I said it’s not on the agenda.” I pulled my fingers out, stood up and removed my gloves, throwing them in the trash. I love the way he looks with his legs open and suspended, his ass red and glistening from the lube, his face flushed. I walked over to the cabinet and removed the extra large stainless steel plug, the one that would seat itself inside him and not fall out, no matter what. “It’s not on the agenda,” I said, “because you’re going to fuck me. It’s not always about you, you know,” I said.
I pumped some more lube onto his taint and watched it slowly run into his hole, then pumped some into my palm and rolled the plug in it. His ass was relaxed and open, but it was a big plug. I pushed it slowly past his sphincter, with very little resistance, until his body sucked it inside, up to the red-jeweled guard. Once plugged, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and came back, cleaning my hands off. I lowered his legs and removed the spreader bar, but left the cuffs on his ankles because I enjoy outward signs of his submission.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Christopher.” He slowly rolled over and backed off the bed, until he could stand and turn around before gingerly sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Now, open your legs and plant your butt on that bed.” I knew exactly how it felt. Every motion reminded him about the two-pound ball of steel inside him, and that’s what I wanted. “Stroke your cock for me, Baby. Show me how much you want to be in my ass. That’s right.” He’d been fairly hard, off and on—mostly on— since I put the plug in, but he became appreciably harder as he watched me undress.
I handed him the lube and a condom and got on my knees on the bed, resting my weight on my forearms. “You know what I like, baby.” Christopher has a great cock for anal sex. It’s about average length, but it’s thick. I like a nice thick cock in my ass. I love that feeling of being stuffed full. Anal sex is better than anything, in my book. I felt his slick fingers smoothing lube against my pucker, and as he added more lube, his finger starte
d to tease, rubbing back and forth and swirling around until the muscles began to relax.
Anal sex takes time to do right and I’d taught him well. He teased me until his finger went in easily. Adding more lube, he fucked me with his finger until I was loose enough for two.
“Now, Christopher,” I said. I don’t like to be too open; I’m not one for three fingers before getting fucked. I like the feeling of a cock having to push its way past my control. I like it nice and tight. I like to hear a guy moan when I squeeze him.
I felt the head of Christopher’s cock against my anus. I reached behind and wrapped my hand around him, rubbing the head against my opening, making him groan. A little more lube and he pushed the tip inside. He knew just how I liked it. A little push and a full stop; a little push and a full stop; another push and a full stop until, finally, he was balls deep.
“Stay,” I said. My muscles squeezed him rhythmically, getting used to the feeling, kneading him until he growled. I pulled away and pushed back against him. He added more lube and I continued my dance, a little further with each push, fucking myself on his cock. Once I’d established a rhythm, my thrusts became more and more powerful. I pounded back against him with each one. He couldn’t remain passive and as he began to move with me, little whines escaped him. I knew, the harder he fucked me, the more he was fucking himself with the steel plug in his ass as his muscles contracted against it and released with each stroke.
I like nothing better than a long, hard pounding; my ass eats it up. It’s kind of a mental thing as well as a physical thing. It’s like it feels so good against the nerve endings, but it’s also like, “Wow, someone’s in my ass. There’s a cock invading my ass, stretching me wide. That’s so dirty…” And it all adds to the intensity. It’s like that catch phrase I heard once, “Just the right amount of wrong.”
I rested my chest on the bed, ass in the air and attached to my boy, and reached underneath to touch myself. Christopher’s little noises were becoming more and more insistent and I briefly mused on whether to let him come, or not, but I couldn’t keep my mind focused on anything more than the pure pleasure of the sex. I decided he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t do it before me, and buried two fingers in my cunt. Christopher grunted when he felt my fingers on the other side of the wall between my ass and cunt. I pressed the tips against him as he fucked me and moved my other hand underneath to stroke my clit.