by Angela Ward
She took her hands and began running them up and down his thighs, continuing to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft, licking her way down to his balls and then back up. She put her mouth just on the tip again, seeming poised to take him back in, but not moving past the tip. When he moaned in disappointment, she finally opened wide and pushed down. She got all the way to the base again and held herself there for a minute and then pulled up about half way. His cock was so enormous that halfway was still very deep, but she held it there knowing that her throat was constricting right around the head. She wondered how it felt for him but finally backed away.
“Sit on the couch, Neal. No, lie down on the couch.” Her voice held a note of command.
She was surprised at the powerful feeling of lust having such control over him was giving her. Neal nodded, moved up onto the couch, and settled back on it right away. She got onto her hands and knees between his legs and sucked on him. It was much easier to go deep this way, and she pushed herself all the way down to the base on her first try. Then, she began moving in long slow sucks along his shaft; all the way down to the base, all the way up to the tip, all the way to the base, and all the way up to the tip. She did it over and over while he moaned uncontrollably.
She was filled with such a wonderful feeling of control. He was writhing on the bed as she felt his shaft travel into her mouth and into her throat over and over again. Whenever she went down all the way, she flicked her tongue knowing she was giving a little bit of stimulation at the base but when she got to the tip she moved her tongue furiously knowing he could feel every bit of it. Finally she pulled away, ran her hands up and down on his thighs again, and began to stroke his cock. He reached forward and ran his hands through her hair as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. She smiled at him.
Neal took his hands and caressed her cheek and she turned her mouth to suck a thumb into it while he watched. She pulled the thumb in and began to suck on it just as though it was a smaller cock, moving her tongue around it and keeping her eyes firmly fixed on his as she kept her hand moving on his shaft. She wondered how he felt about the sight. She wondered whether it did the same thing for him as it did for her. Neal said, “Oh my God. Fuck, Regina. You’re so fucking incredible!” She giggled around his thumb and sucked at it for a few more moments.
She released his thumb and put her mouth back on his cock, but Neal wanted more, and he pulled her away. He lifted her up and she straddled him. She felt him positioning his cock, but he completely bypassed her pussy. Instead, he put the head of that enormous thing right up against the opening of her ass. She was totally shocked. She struggled, but he tightened his grip and, in a quick hard pull, he had brought her down on his cock and her tight little resistant opening had been forced to accept him. The pain was instant and overwhelming but she wasn’t given much time to adjust to the sensations that were now flooding her body since his thrusts were coming hard and fast.
She felt filled up. That was part of it. She was definitely filled up, and it was a little similar to the sensation when a cock was in her pussy, but it was far greater in her tinier and tighter hole. Still, with the pain dissipating almost immediately, she moved up and down on him, curious about it and wondering why it didn’t hurt. His cock was large, very large. Sometimes it had hurt her when he was in her pussy, but it didn’t hurt now. He slid into her ass, making her feel uncomfortable but in no way hurting her. He kept moving into her, getting a little bit deeper with each thrust until she was finally all the way down on his cock.
He reached up and pushed her a little so that she ended up leaning back, her hands on either side of his legs and his cock inside her ass at a strange angle. He grabbed her thighs and began pumping into her, and she cried out with the shock of it. It didn’t hurt much anymore, but it was such a strange feeling, and she began to notice a tremendous emptiness in her pussy. It was soon overwhelming, and she desperately needed to feel something, anything in there. She tried to reach toward her pussy, but the moment she took a hand up off the bed she lost her balance and almost fell over.
“Oh God! Neal, please…my pussy, please! Please, Neal! My pussy, please!” Neal chuckled and continued to push in and out of her ass. “Oh God, Neal! Please! Please, in my pussy, please!”
“I like it just fine where I am.” When he said it, she groaned and nearly cried from desperation.
“Just put your fingers in. Please, Neal!” He chuckled again and continued to pound mercilessly into her ass. It was strange because she felt herself getting closer. She knew that she was progressing to an orgasm, but it seemed so far away. Every thrust into her ass was almost doing what she wanted, but not quite. “Please, Neal! Oh God, please!” Finally he moved his hand down her thighs until he reached her pussy and with a quick thrust, he shoved two fingers inside of her. The result was immediate. She screamed, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Oh my God, I’m cumming!”
He began moving recklessly. His cock rammed into her ass over and over, and his fingers plowed into her pussy. She felt pleasure cascading over her, travelling down her legs to her toes and then back up her body. Her nipples felt like someone was pinching them over and over again. Her whole body felt hot. It was stunning in its power, easily the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. She felt him thrusting harder and faster, and then became aware that he was lying perfectly still. It was her alone doing the moving, bouncing up and down on him and crying out with the impact into her ass and her pussy.
Finally, he adjusted himself, moving out from under her and lifting her up so that she was flat on her back. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she immediately put her own in their place, something that was much easier in this new position. He lifted up her legs, bringing her ass up into the air, and he began slamming into her furiously. It was amazing because each thrust sent more waves of pleasure through her. She could feel his cock sliding into her ass, and she could feel it moving against her fingers. The cock combined with what she was doing with her fingers was rapidly becoming too much, so when Neal groaned and she realized he was finishing up, she was relieved.
She thought he was going to cum in her ass, but instead he reached down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her to him. She opened her mouth without thinking about it and he shoved in. It was only once he was inside passing over her tongue, the head of his cock pushing into her throat that she realized that he’d just taken it from her ass and shoved it into her mouth. She started to struggle then, but he was beyond the point of paying attention and held her head firmly as he pushed all the way in until his balls were mashed up against her chin. She felt his cock expand, and then it exploded.
He was all the way in her throat when he came, and it gagged her. She choked around his cock as it throbbed and spurted in her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow the load. It was something that she’d hadn’t done for so long that it was a strange and terrifying experience as he held her in place and emptied himself inside of her. Gradually, he softened his grip. Regina finally got control of her throat and sucked him softly.
Finally, she pulled her mouth off and moved up next to him, working to let her breathing calm down. She heard his breathing as it matched hers and she turned her head and smiled at him and, suddenly, she giggled. Slowly, she held out her hand for him to shake. “Hi, I’m Reggie. Nice to meet you.”
He looked at her for a moment and then took her hand in his, smiling his wonderful smile. “Very nice to meet you.”
She had to agree. It had been very nice, indeed.
Bent Over and Breathing Funny
A Rough First Anal Sex Erotica Story
by Kaddy DeLora
All rights reserved Copyright 2014 by Polaris Erotica
“Hi. Would you be interested in an arrangement for more than a dance?”
I stared at his cufflinks. They were slightly trapezoidal, and I could see the diamonds glinting in the dim light reflecting from the stage. I was still rolling my hips over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath his slack
s—slacks I imagined cost about three hundred dollars. I moaned softly and used the line I always used, “Oh God. That sounds so incredible, Baby. Oh, I want to.” Every word was punctuated by a sway and rub of my crotch over his bulge. “But, Honey, the owner of the club has cameras everywhere and there’s only a tiny corner in one of the private rooms that isn’t exposed. Sorry Baby. I wish I could.”
It was true about the corner. I didn’t add that Vic had arranged it that way on purpose so that girls could give men an occasional hand job but the club could still pretend to make best efforts at avoiding such things. Usually my line elicited questions about the corner and sometimes, if I felt like it, the questions resulted in a hand job. I’d done well with tips tonight, though, so I wasn’t all that interested.
“I have a room at the Sheepshead.” That almost made me pause. That hotel cost more than I made in a night, and on most I made about five hundred dollars. On a good night I cleared almost nine-hundred. I rubbed myself against him but didn’t say anything. He said, “In my room there would be no rules.”
I don’t know why I did it. I’d never slept with any of the men at the club and I wasn’t particularly motivated by money. He was certainly a higher caliber of client than we usually had, clearly very wealthy and much more likely to be seen at the expensive and high-class strip clubs than at a dive like Vic’s. But I had boundaries I didn’t cross. So, I was surprised to hear myself say, “No rules. It’ll really cost you,” while I sped up the movements over his crotch.
I felt his hands on my hips as he gently pushed me off him. I stared at him. The light was low, but I could see the outline of his face, a handsome face with a squarish jaw and a Roman nose. He stood and reached in his pocket, pulling out a money clip. I watched him count out twenty bills and place them on the table. “There’s half,” he said. “The other half when you arrive. I’m in room 423.” With that, he simply left.
I stared down at the stack of bills and finally picked them up. They were hundreds. Two thousand dollars and two thousand more if I went to his hotel. I turned just as he stepped past the bouncer to leave and I took a deep breath, tucking the money into my purse as I did. Some would think it silly for me to make distinctions, but I never considered the occasional stroke session to be prostitution. If I went to the hotel, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t at least somewhat of a whore.
As I said, the money wasn’t a big motivation. I owned my own house free and clear. I had a great start toward retirement, almost a third of the way to my goal savings, even though I was only twenty-three. I had no debts and no overwhelming expenses. I made more than one-hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year, and since I only reported about half of that, I didn’t have much of a tax burden. Four thousand dollars was nice, but it wasn’t a make or break deal. I still didn’t understand my behavior but I crossed the club to Vic’s office and told him I wasn’t feeling well.
This was the first shift I’d left early and I hadn’t missed a shift ever. He didn’t hassle me at all but told me to get dressed and make sure a staff member walked me to my car. I thanked him, and a half hour later, I arrived in front of Room 443 and knocked.
The man smiled at me when he opened the door. I stepped in and told him I wanted to take a shower to wash the club off me. It was a lie. I’d showered in the locker room at the club, but I went to the bathroom, locked it, and turned on the water. Then, I just stared at the mirror and wondered why the hell I was there. Finally, I turned off the water and stripped down to just my bra and panties. They were lacy and sexy but not the thong and string type I usually wore while dancing. I took another deep breath and stepped out of the restroom. I leaned back against the wall and looked at him with a half smile.
I knew that I had crossed a line and that I wasn’t just a stripper anymore but it was still strange when he walked up to me and just pulled my bra down. “Take this off,” he said, and I bit my lip and did it. He looked at me and then said, “Turn around.” I felt his hands on my hips and then he pulled my panties down, about halfway down my thighs. It was so strange to me. I mean, when I agreed to come to his hotel room, I knew I was going to sleep with him. I’d made a conscious decision to be a prostitute and not just a stripper. Still, I think part of my mind was hiding the reality of the situation. He squeezed my ass cheeks and then I felt his hand at my face. He pushed a finger into my mouth and told me to suck on it. Again, I felt strange about being ordered around, but I didn’t tell him to stop and just sucked as I was told.
He pulled his finger out of my mouth and pushed it into my asshole. I yelped because nobody had ever done that before. I didn’t really like it, but he’d paid me a great deal of money, and I didn’t know how to go about setting boundaries when we were already right in the middle of things. I’d never done anything like this, really. Sure, I’d given an occasional hand job in one of the private lap dance rooms at the club. They were a good way to get some money on a slow night. In this case, though, I’d agreed to go to a hotel room so there would be “no rules.” He wiggled his finger in my asshole and since I didn’t know how to stop him but I did know how to pretend I found something sexy, I moaned and moved my ass a little bit.
He pulled his finger out of my ass and pushed my back so that I was against the wall with my palms forward. I didn’t really understand what was happening until it was too late. In an impossibly quick motion, he stepped forward and my body burst into agony. I didn’t understand what had happened at first, and it was only when I felt his fingers interlacing with mine against the wall that I realized he’d shoved his cock into my virgin asshole. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn’t breathe, much less made any sound. I had never felt this kind of pain before, and I was all but paralyzed from it. He grunted and pushed again, and I realized with shock that he hadn’t even pushed it in the whole way with that first horrible thrust. His second thrust did the trick though, and I felt his thighs slap against my ass cheeks.
I would have given anything at that moment to come up with the strength to say a single word. If I could have just gotten out the word stop, or if that was too difficult, the word no; I would have given up a whole year of tips, hell a whole lifetime. I couldn’t manage anything, and by the way he kissed my neck as he began fucking my poor asshole, I could tell he had no idea he was hurting me. I was up against a wall with a stranger I’d met only that night, and I was giving him my virgin asshole. It was something I wasn’t even sure I’d give away to the man I married when the time came. He’d taken it and I was in shock, and he had no idea that I wasn’t happy about it. He moved fast and hard, ramming in over and over, and each thrust sent more shards of pain through me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Hell, I would have been satisfied if I could even whisper. Instead, I could only manage slight, constricting, wheezing breaths.
He was utterly oblivious. As he continued to ram into me with what felt like some kind of monstrously enormous cock, he kissed my neck and even began nibbling my ear in a strange and romantic kind of display that seemed horribly out of place with what was happening to my body and how he was the one making it happen. I could hear him breathing heavily and also making soft and kind of plaintive moans, and it was all such a contradiction to hear that through the hurt. I would have expected him to call me names and slap me or choke me. Outside of the fact that I felt like I’d been impaled by a two-by-four, he was being gentle and romantic. From the waist up, it was like some kind of gentle lovemaking, and from the waist down it was some kind of sadistic weirdo’s idea of a cruel joke. I felt stretched and abused, and impossibly filled; and I focused on the sight of his fingers interlaced with mine against the wall. I desperately wanted to find my voice, but I couldn’t.
Then, something started happening. Far beneath the haze of pain, I felt a growing and building sense of urgency. I didn’t recognize it at first because it was utterly unexpected but as he continued to push into me, I realized I was pushing my ass back against him. The urgency was an orgasm lurking beneath the surface but s
till making its way out of where it hid in a slow and steady journey. Vaguely, I was aware that it all still hurt like hell, but that rising desire seemed more important, more relevant. I wasn’t thinking about getting away from the cock in my ass anymore but instead about getting off. It was very strange, really. That shaft in my ass was still unbearable. When I pushed back against the cock, the pain even got worse. Those tremors of sensation deep within me, though, compelled me to do it. It was like the pain was something I just had to get through because I knew that when the orgasm hurt it would be astounding.
I could feel the dam breaking, and I got my breath back. Now that I could speak, I didn’t cry out for the man to stop but instead moaned loudly and whispered, “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me!” The man was already moving fast, but my words seemed to encourage him and he slammed in even harder. The orgasm came upon me in such a strange way. I felt myself pass the point of no return, but instead of immediately starting, there was a dramatic buildup. It was like all of the fucking had lit the fuse, and I was acutely aware that the bomb would go off and just waiting for the flame to travel to where it would ignite. I stopped whispering because the anticipation was intense. Then the explosion came. The orgasm exploded hard over me, and if the man hadn’t held my hands against the wall, I think I would have collapsed.
Pleasure rushed over my body in jerky and spasmodic waves, and the weird thing was that I could still feel the pain. I knew it was there, but something about the orgasm seemed to change it completely so that my ass spoke in the language of hurt by my pussy translated it into the language of joy. I kept slamming myself against him, and when he groaned and I felt him push deep to start spurting inside of me, I shook and let out a loan, low moan. He stayed inside of me, leaning against me with his head on my neck, and I just kept whispering, “Yes, Baby,” over and over as I felt my ass clenching and unclenching over his shaft.