Thwack! Eric smacked her ass hard and she yelped. It burned and tears flooded her eyes. Thwack! He struck the other cheek this time.
She tried to crawl away from him across the bed, but he grabbed her by the hips and held her.
"You were women enough to disobey you can be strong enough to take your spanking." As he spoke, he reached between her legs and began to thrust the dildo in and out of her. The pleasurable counterpoint to the painful tingle in her ass had her clit aching so hard she thought she might come right then.
All too soon, Eric pressed the toy firmly back into her and proceeded to smack her ass twice more. Tears were streaming down her face as he soothed her battered behind with gentle strokes. He pressed himself over her from behind and began to tug on her nipples. The sharp tingle in her ass where his body molded to hers intensified the pleasure in her nipples so that she was gasping and pressing back against his groin.
Her reaction shocked her. The pain he caused had her clit swollen and aching and she wanted him to touch her, lick her, something, anything her to relieve the pressure she felt. She wriggled against him, pressing hard, but she still couldn't summon the words to tell him what she wanted. He groaned and nipped at her shoulder.
"I'm proud of you," he whispered. His voice was guttural with arousal and she could barely make out his words. Intense satisfaction flooded her at knowing she'd pleased him.
"Don't' move. I'm going to have to prepare your ass for my cock in order to lessen the pain."
He stood, turned back toward the table and began to mess with the items on it.
She was sex personified at that moment. Her pussy trembled and clenched around the vibrator, her nipples were swollen and tight and sharp bursts of pleasure wound through her body setting every nerve ending on edge. She reached for her clit.
"If you touch yourself, the game ends and I send you home," Eric said sharply. "The only orgasms you get when you're with me are the ones I give you."
He turned and walked over to the chair in the corner and sat down.
"Come here," he held out his hand to her. Eric sprawled lazily in the chair. In his lap were the other object she'd seen on his table and the lube.
Susan walked gingerly over to him. Every step was an exercise in torture with the vibrator shifting slightly inside her.
He patted the ottoman in front of him. "Kneel and lean over this."
Susan took his hand and let him help her down to her knees. She lay flat over the ottoman.
"Arch your back and spread your legs. Just like before," he murmured as he placed his palm on her lower back.
"You need to be stretched out for later," Eric rubbed her back in slow, lazy circles. His palm was warm and she relaxed under his touch. "I'm going to put this plug inside of you. Just follow my instructions and you'll be fine. Trust me to take care of you."
She did trust him. He'd done nothing to indicate she shouldn't and everything to indicate she could.
"Whatever you want, Eric," she sighed as she felt him place a kiss in the middle of her back.
Soon she felt something cool and slippery pressing against her anus. She tensed at the contact.
"Relax, baby. Just push out against it; that opens you up."
Eric reached around and began to finger her clit as well. Pleasure flooded her body as the pressure in her anus intensified. He gently, but firmly, pressed the plug through the tight ring of muscle at her opening.
"Breathe, baby. You're doing fine." He leaned down and nipped at her buttocks. "You're beautiful. You should see yourself. Slippery and wet, open and stretching. I want to come just looking at you."
Susan felt a moment of increased burning and then the plug was seated inside of her. She felt stretched and full in ways she'd never experienced before. Her body was tight and alive. Intense pleasure radiated throughout her body. If she didn't come soon she was going to explode.
"Eric," she whimpered. "Eric, I need..."
"Shhhh," he soothed as he gathered her into his lap. The plug pressed deeper into her as she sat down on him and the intensity of her need skyrocketed. He stroked her body gently as she writhed and ground against him. He spread her legs so that they hung over the sides of his and began to stroke her from mound to breasts.
"Eric, please," she gasped. "Please, I need ..."
"Need what, Susan?" He urged. "You'll have to say what you want."
Susan bit her lip and ground down on his pelvis. His breath hitched and his cock jerked against her ass. At least she wasn't the only one feeling it.
She flushed crimson, but she said, "I need to come. Please, Eric. Please make me come."
Rather than answer, Eric lifted her off his lap and set her down in the chair. He knelt in front of her and removed the dildo. She felt empty without it.
Before she could protest, however, Eric sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking strongly and fucking her pussy furiously with his fingers.
That was all it took.
Susan shattered in a climax so intense she thought she'd break apart. She moaned his name and writhed under his ministrations. He continued his dual assault as she bucked and shuddered.
When she finally stilled, Eric placed gentle kisses all over her thighs and belly before rising up and grinning wickedly at her, "My turn."
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Eric's control hung by a thread. Susan was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. She was a mix of innocence and sexuality that made him need, yes need, to bury himself inside her.
Watching her climax was a sexual act in itself. He'd nearly come just from the sounds she made. Her luscious moans and sweet gasps vibrated along his cock as surely as if he was in her mouth. He'd almost lost it completely when she called his name.
She lay in the chair, replete from the orgasm he'd given her. Eric drank in the sight of her. Her hair spilled around her shoulders in dark, waves. Her deep, chocolate eyes were glazed with satiation and her breasts rose and fell softly with her breathing. Her softening nipples were dark red and swollen from his fondling.
She was the picture of sexual satisfaction.
If he didn't get inside of her, he was going to explode.
"Stay here."
He rose and grabbed a condom from the drawer in his bedside table. Wasting no time, he rolled it on as he walked back to where Susan sprawled.
With no ceremony whatsoever grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto her knees over the ottoman, positioned himself behind her and slammed his cock into her.
She arched and cried out at his invasion. Her pussy convulsed around him as she worked to accommodate him. It was too much, he didn't think he was going to last.
Susan whimpered and writhed under him.
"Shhh," he soothed. "It's okay. Just relax."
He pressed into her, doing his best not to move. He soothed her, stroking and massaging her back until he felt the muscles begin to relax. She was wet, scalding hot and beautifully, swollen. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a fist, but he'd still gone balls deep into her. It was a rare woman that could take all of him given his girth.
Eric's head dropped back and he continued to grind into her as he waited for her body to relax enough for him to move fully. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on relaxing his lower back to keep his orgasm at bay. He had no intention of coming before he had done everything he intended to do to Susan and that meant fucking her ass.
He'd planned this day over and over in his mind and he was determined to fuck her in each way. Multiple times.
Soon, but not soon enough as far as his cock was concerned, she relaxed.
Eric began to move slowly, pulling out until he was almost completely free and then slamming back into her. She was tight and her pussy sucked at him, clinging deliciously with every stroke.
The pleasure was sublime. He wanted to take up residence in her pussy. To live there day in and day out, fucking her until she couldn't walk. He wanted her naked and riding his dick permanently.
He groaned as she joined the ride. With each thrus
t she rotated her hips and pressed back into him, squeezing as she did so. With every retreat, she squeezed and sucked at his cock as if refusing to let him go. She threatened to push him over the edge.
He couldn't stop himself. He began to pound into her. She rose up on her elbows and braced herself against his onslaught. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and her breath gasped in short, hard bursts, matching his rhythm.
She moaned, but he wanted her screaming.
"Do you like that?" he growled.
"Yes," she gasped out between thrusts.
"You like my cock in you?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
She cried out as he pounded and ground into her relentlessly.
He smacked her ass lightly, "Say it, Susan."
"Say what?" she ground back against him, making him groan this time.
He slammed into her again and held himself deep. Leaning over he gripped her by her hair and exposed the side of her neck and ear. He licked up her neck and nipped her earlobe hard enough that she yelped.
"Say that you like my cock inside of you. Tell me to fuck you ... hard. I want to hear the words."
She squirmed against him, squeezing his cock as hard as she could. Eric's muscles clenched and he once again had to focus on relaxing or else he'd shoot his load before he was ready. He yanked her hair gently.
"Say it," he snapped.
"Please," she whimpered.
"You know what I want."
She clenched and unclenched her fists, but finally she said in a voice so low he barely heard her, "Fuck me, Eric. Hard. I love the feel of your cock inside me."
He gave her what they both wanted then. Pounding into her frantically, until he knew he had to stop or end it then.
He went completely still inside her. She was panting and gripping the edges of the ottoman so tightly, her knuckles were white.
"Eric?" She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glassy with arousal and her skin was flushed.
In that moment, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. The sight of her, open and trusting, her pussy filled with his cock gave him with a satisfaction he hadn't experienced before. Mine, he thought.
Eric reached out and brushed her hair back from her face.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm just looking at you."
"Did you come?" she frowned at him.
"Not yet, baby. But, have no fear, I'm about to. I'm going to fuck your ass now."
Chapter 7
She shivered at Eric's words. If he fucked her ass the way he fucked her pussy, she wasn't going to be able to sit for a week. Preparation or not.
She had to admit though, his cock was magic. She'd never felt so full, so stretched. Add in the plug in her butt, and the pleasure was overwhelming. She'd been building up to another climax just from the dual penetration and she never came from penetration alone.
He slowly drew the plug from her body leaving her feeling strangely bereft at the emptiness. Before she could contemplate the notion, she felt the tip of his penis probe her anus.
She opened more easily than she'd expected. The plug had obviously helped, but Eric was larger than the toy. A slight burn began where he pressed into her and she tensed.
"Relax, sweetheart," he urged roaming her buttocks and lower back with warm hands. He rubbed and massaged her tightening muscles. "Just push out like I taught you."
She did. The burn intensified briefly, but then he was inside of her. To her shock, the pressure of his cock in her anus stimulated her clitoris as if he were fingering it from underneath.
He pressed into her and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure that ran through her.
"Fuck" he groaned into her neck. "You feel so fucking good."
"Mmmm," she moaned and pressed back into him.
He was hard and thick and she was stretched so tight that she could feel the ridge of his cockhead. Her channel was so sensitized that she imagined she could feel the veins and ridges on his shaft. He hadn't even moved yet, and she was skyrocketing toward her climax.
As if he'd heard her thoughts, he began to move setting a slow, deliberate pace. He'd pull out to the head and press back into her punctuating each thrust with a fierce grind of his pelvis against her ass.
Goosebumps erupted on her skin and her nipples tightened painfully at the erotic friction. Her pussy clenched with every thrust. She needed more.
"More, Eric," she panted. "I need more."
He ignored her and continued to slow-fuck her ass as if he had all of the time in the world.
The pressure in her clit was building, growing higher and higher. Her belly muscles clenched and she ground heavily against him.
"Fuuuuuck," he groaned. "You're killing me. I don't want to hurt you."
He leaned back slightly and she felt him part the globes of her ass. He ran his thumbs along the cleft as he thrust in and out of her.
"Beautiful," he said on a groan. "The sight of your tight, little ass taking my cock is fucking unbelievable."
He ground into her and she felt his penis jerk inside her.
"Eric," she moaned his name. "Eric, I need more. Please."
She didn't really know what she was pleading for; she only knew that the feel of his cock in her ass was intoxicating.
She felt incredibly sexual and just a bit naughty. She'd heard so many negative things about anal sex. About it being deviant. How nice girls didn't do that sort of thing. Hell, they must never have done it before.
Her body felt alive. Every nerve ending sang and with each thrust of his cock, her nipples rubbed the surface of the ottoman sending streaks of pleasure straight to her clit.
She couldn't get enough of his cock. She rocked and rubbed and ground herself against him.
He groaned and squeezed her hips. His breathing grew harsh and she reveled in his response. And, just like that, her inhibitions dissolved.
"Eric, I need you to fuck me harder. I need more of you. I want to feel you pounding into me."
He stilled and she looked over her shoulder at him.
His expression was a mix of shock and anticipation. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Like this do you?" he grinned.
"Yes," she rocked her hips and squeezed. "Please, Eric. Please."
He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as she clenched around him, but he did as she asked.
Soon, he was pounding into her anus. He gripped her hips tightly. She would have bruises.
Every cell in her body was burning with erotic sensation. She squirmed and writhed. She wanted more and bucked harder against him.
"Susan," he growled. "I want you to come with me, baby."
He reached around and pinched her clit, hard.
She screamed as pleasure consumed her. Her orgasm was long and bone deep. The edges of her vision darkened. The noises she made were animalistic and raw.
Eric shuddered and groaned inside her. She felt his penis jerk and reveled in the sense of completion she experienced knowing that he came inside her.
She had just had the most intense orgasm of her life, following the most erotic, unbelievably raw session of sex she ever experienced. She wanted to stay here forever.
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He never wanted to let her go. He'd never had woman respond so voraciously to anal sex. He'd expected to have to coax her through it. Convince her to stay with it through the end.
She'd shocked the hell out of him by taking to it like a duck to water. When she'd begun grinding against him and begging him to fuck her harder, it had taken everything he had not to lose it right then.
He wanted to stay inside her forever, but his cock was softening and making the decision for him.
Eric pulled out slowly. She was going to be sore and he didn't want to make it worse.
He helped her to her feet and walked her over to the bed.
"Lie down and rest for me. I'll be right back."
He disposed of the condom and cleaned up quickly. Grabbin
g one of the fluffy washcloths he kept in the linen closet, he wet it with some warm water and walked over to Susan.
She lay on her side facing the inside of the bed. Her eyes were closed, her hands were tucked under her head. Her lips were swollen and her nipples were soft, but reddened.
She opened her eyes, and turned her chocolate gaze up to him.
"What?" she asked with a sheepish smile.
"I was thinking that you look well-fucked."
She flushed a deep red. It was so much fun to make her blush. It started at her hairline and spread down the tops of her breasts.
"That's not a bad thing, you know," he said as he began to gently clean her. She jumped a little when he touched her, but soon relaxed.
When he finished, he tossed the cloth in the hamper and climbed into bed, snuggling up against her. She fit into his body as if she'd been made for him. He threw an arm over her waist and buried his face in her hair.
"Susan..." he began.
"Hmmm?" She snuggled closer. She smelled of cinnamon, oranges and him. He liked that. It was very caveman of him, he knew, but so what. She belonged to him now.
"I want to see you again."
"We live next door to each other. You can't avoid seeing me." She chuckled.
He pinched her ass.
"Hey!" She jumped and rubbed the spot he'd pinched.
"I want to date you. I want to take you out. I want to fuck you again. And, more importantly, I don't want you dating, going out or fucking anyone else. Is that clear?"
She tensed and went still. Too still.
"Is that an order?" she asked quietly almost tentatively.
He rolled her over to face him.
"No, sweetheart," he stroked her lips lightly with a fingertip. "It's a request. I may order you around during sex, but I won't make life decisions for you."
The tension left her body, but she turned her face away from him.
"I'd like that," she murmured. She still didn't look at him though.
"Susan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, really. It's just..."
"Talk to me."
"Eric," she stroked his cheek with a warm palm. "I'm not like this truly. I've spent my life repressed and alone. Before the day you saw me in my backyard, I'd never actually touched my own vagina. I just rubbed myself on the outside of my panties."
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