“Put it in my ass,” she told him.
“Okay,” he said and set the bottle down on the bed.
As he went to wipe the remaining slickness from her hand, she rolled her eyes and sighed. “Not yet.”
“What?” Jordan was confused. “I thought you wanted me to—”
“Put the lube in my ass,” she specified and inhaled deeply, calming herself. Sex was exciting, but anal had to start in a relaxed state. That’s how it worked. That’s the only way it could work.
“Oh. Right.” He grabbed the bottled and poured some more on her nether regions before pushing his finger against her puckered sphincter, forcing some of the lube into her body. She didn’t seem to mind his probing finger. It was odd feeling the tightness of her ass around his finger; it was completely different from a pussy.
“Okay, are you ready?” she finally asked him.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said, setting the bottle aside again. He felt a bit like his freshman year of college when he somehow managed to hook up with a junior who thought he was cute. She was also a hell of a lot more experienced than he was. While it was fun leering from her, it was also somewhat emasculating because Dana’s attitude was everything she asked for he should have been at least passingly familiar with. He wasn’t.
There was some repositioning of bodies and Jordan tried to maintain his composure. Before Rhette had seriously suggested that he fuck her in the ass, anal sex was something that he always intended to try but just hadn’t gotten around to doing yet. When it was time—now—to actually do it, he wasn’t sure what the hell he was actually doing.
“Don’t go too fast,” she cautioned him as he pressed his cock head against her back hole.
“No problem.” He pressed forward anyway and was amazed when her asshole opened up and allowed him to plunge forward. Her ass was tight, almost painfully so, but the amount of lube they had used made it as slippery as her pussy. It was incredible.
“Oh…Jesus fuck yes!” she cried out as he went half the length of his cock.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a panic.
“No, it feels…lovely.” She paused and gave him her wild grin. “Pull out a bit and ease it in. See how far you can go.”
He followed her instructions. The word “lovely” made him nervous. It was the same word that she had used when he was done paddling her ass twenty minutes earlier. She liked a mix of pain and joy with her sex. That’s what was fucked up about Rhette.
It was also what made him crazy about her.
That and her red hair. He was a sucker for it. It made him wonder if all redheads were as crazy as she was.
Anal sex for Jordan was…interesting. It wasn’t exactly what he expected but it wasn’t unexpected either. She was tight and while that was new, it wasn’t the be all and end all of sex that some guys made it out to be. For her part, Rhette seemed to love having his dick up her ass. She was moaning and straining as he continued to fuck her. The expressions on her face were lovely to see. It was fucking hot if nothing else. He savored every moment of it up until…
“I’m gonna cum,” he blurted out, stopping his thrusts well before he climaxed.
“Go ahead,” she encouraged him.
“What about you?”
She laughed. “I already came twice.”
He goggled at her. “You did?”
Rhette laughed harder. “You were too wrapped up in yourself to notice.”
“Should I…should I cum in your ass or…” He didn’t know how to ask the question.
“Cum on me,” she said. “Shoot your load all over me.”
Her words probably would have been beautiful music to most other guys. Jordan just took it as another command from Rhette. He pulled his cock out of her ass. It gaped open for just a moment before it closed up and returned to normal. Taking his cock in hand he noticed it was still sufficiently lubed and pumped his fist over it several times before losing control and spurting his spunk on Rhette’s tummy several times, with a few drops landing on her elegant triangle of curly red hair above her pussy.
She ran her fingers through the rapidly cooling liquid, a knowing smile on her face. She savored the moment and worked the cum into her skin. “That’s exactly what I was looking for,” she told him.
Jordan didn’t know what to think.
The next day Rhette was pleased that her ass didn’t really hurt. She felt some of the aftereffects of the spanking, but Jordan didn’t give her the thorough spanking she was used to from Nick or Riordan. He was learning, but he’d need to step up his game if he intended to stay her boyfriend. She taught her classes at the community college without any difficulty. As usual she sat on the tall stool in the front of the classroom during her lectures and relished the slowly ebbing pain.
She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Austin approached her at the end of class. He was a nice, if clueless boy, who was obviously hot for teacher. He was too young and too dumb to interest her, but that didn’t stop him from making unsubtle and inappropriate passes at her.
“Professor?”
“Call me Elisabeth, please, Austin. I don’t have a Ph.D.”
“Umm…Elisabeth…when do you have private office hours? I think I’m going to need some…private tutoring.” He smiled and tried to make it seem subtle, but his pass was ham-handed and terrible. If it had happened in front of even one other student she would have been mortified for him.
“I don’t do private tutoring, Austin. You can get that at the writing center or the student union. I have office hours tomorrow morning if you need something.”
He went to put his hand out to stop her as she headed toward the door, but she gave him a warning glare and he quickly withdrew it. “I have something that I do need,” he tried again.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said curtly, making a mental note to make sure someone else was in the office tomorrow morning during her hours. With a sharp nod she stepped around him, headed toward the classroom door saying, “If that’s all, I have an appointment I must keep.”
As she walked down the hallway she pulled her phone from her purse and tapped out a quick message. On my way. I’ll be there in less than thirty minutes.
Before she reached her car, the response came back. I expect you here promptly.
It gave her a shiver down her spine that resulted in a little unexpected dampness to her pussy. She was glad her car seat was well-padded. Her thick ass was going to be suffering by the end of the night.
It was an act of boldness on her part to wear a tiny G-string to teach class in, but she was wearing campus casual jeans that were visually appropriate. She had gotten used to wearing hardly-there underwear as a warm-up to her kink. Walking into Riordan’s house she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of kicking off her shoes, tossing aside her jacket, pulling down her jeans, and presenting her ass for Riordan’s inspection and pleasure.
“Are you happier?” he asked as she knelt perched on the guess room—the sex room?—bed, her ass in the air. She had left on her blouse, bra, and G-string. Somehow wearing some clothes was nastier than being completely naked.
“Happier than what?” she asked, eager for him to start punishing her ass.
“Happier than before. Happier than when you finally gave into you need to be spanked.”
“Jesus fuck yes,” she breathed. “That’s an obvious answer.”
“But the punishment your body takes—”
“Is more than worth it,” she told him quickly. “Now are you going to paddle my ass or not?” She looked at him knowingly, eagerly.
He opened the closet to display the shelves and drawers that contained every sex toy she could possibly imagine. She had only had a tiny fraction of them used on her, but she was always eager to expand her repertoire. The paddles, whips, floggers, and other tools of abuse designed to heat up her ass weren’t as wide-ranging and abundant as what Nick had in his workshop, but it was more than sufficient for Rhette’s current needs.
“This one, I think,” he said thoughtfully, removing a flogger that had three leather straps attached to a wooden handle. At first glance it looked like any other flogger, but when he drew close she noticed the little metal barbs embedded in the falls. She shivered in fear.
“That’ll tear up my skin,” she said, but she didn’t say no and she didn’t shy away from what he was planning. She was always pushing herself. Fear was part of the game.
“It’ll hurt more,” he promised. “But it won’t cut you.” Riordan displayed the metal tabs for her to inspect. “Not sharp. I know what I’m doing.”
The fear of the unknown made it more exciting and more dangerous. She found herself looking forward to the experience. “Do it,” she told him. As always, Rhette was in control. Riordan was eager to spank and whip her, but she was ultimately in control.
There was no preparation or soft introduction. He stood directly behind her, admiring the curve of her ass. Maybe it was fatter than was appropriate or desirable to middle America, but a few extra pounds in the ass made her that much more desirable to the men who were happy to indulge her in her kink.
The flogger cut through the air three times in rapid succession. It made an unusual noise, not a whistle and not a thrumming. The familiar pain of leather on skin sparkled in her spine, but the familiar pain was spiked with strong, unexpected jolts from the metal tabs. She cried out at the pain.
“You can do better than that,” Riordan chided her.
“Sorry,” she breathed. “It’s just new.”
“Did you like it?”
That question was easy to answer. “Yes.”
His response was to give her three more lashings. Rhette found herself wishing she was in a cheesy swinger’s bedroom dungeon filled with mirrors so she could see the red blossoming of her ass as Riordan gave her the treatment she desperately desired. As always, she’d have to wait until afterward when she could admire it in the mirror or have Riordan take a few pictures on her phone.
“Jesus! Fuck! Shit! Cunt!”
Riordan laughed at her. “Does the swearing help?” he teased her.
“It fucking does, just like Jesus had a big fucking dick.”
That made him laugh. “I didn’t know you were such a religious scholar.”
“Well known fact,” she grunted into the pillow. “I should know. I spent too many Sunday mornings listening to sermons. Jesus has to have had a big dick because so many people are eager to suck on it to prove they’re good Christians.”
The flogger’s unsettling noise filled the air again. “You have a sacrilegious mouth on you.”
“Yeah? So?” There was a pause and Rhette felt a tug on her G-string. It parted and fell away. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Riordan putting away a small knife. “You ruined my panties!” she complained.
“I’m going to ruin something else now,” he commented, placing both hands on her hips and explored the entrance to her pussy with his cock. She moaned deep in her throat. The whipping had made her pussy wet and his cock hard. In that respect they were the perfect couple.
She would have happily invited him to fuck her in the ass, but after Jordan using it the day before she felt like she needed a bit of a break from that hole being used. It was nice just to be fucked normally…after being whipped and having her G-string cut off her body while in the house of a man she barely knew. Normal sex. The thought floated through Rhette’s head and she laughed silently to herself, her body shaking not only with the rigorous fucking that Riordan was giving her, but her own amusement. If this was normal…well, she was happy to embrace that.
Gripping the sheets with her fingers, Rhette settled in for a good, long fucking. She had earned this pleasure. If she was going to live this life, she was going to have to embrace every part of it. Embracing every part of it was actually easy.
They were so deeply involved in each other that they missed Sylvia walking in and watching. She was wearing a skirt suit, heels, and an amused expression on her face. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun because that always said sophisticated to her. The elegant woman observed the two naked bodies vigorously fucking and was rather pleased with what she saw. It wasn’t a private sex show, but it was the next best thing. She wasn’t exactly spying, but as time passed it felt more and more like she wasn’t just a casual observed and more like a voyeur.
Being a voyeur wasn’t the worst thing that Sylvia had ever done in this bedroom.
“I’d tell you to slap her ass, she looks like she needs it, but I think you’ve already done that.” Sylvia spoke the words coolly and calmly, poised like she always was but they were enough to make Rhette nearly jump off the bed and off Riordan’s cock. He kept her in place with firm hands gripping her hips.
“Hello dear,” he said back to her.
“Am I interrupting something?” Sylvia asked.
“Who the fuck are you?” Rhette blurted out, angry at Riordan for having strangers wander through his house without warning her and embarrassed that she was caught having sex, not that she was actually doing anything wrong. “Wait. Did you call her ‘dear’?”
Keeping a firm grip on Rhette’s ass because he didn’t want her literally jumping to any conclusions or acting on a bad decision, he said, “Yes. Rhette, this is my wife, Sylvia. You two might have met at the party we hosted where you were the featured entertainment.”
Rhette wasn’t the least bit calmed by the realization that Sylvia had previously seen her naked…and had previously seen her fucked. Her face flushed bright red, which she knew was a ridiculous reaction, but it still happened. She was human and having a little bit of shame about her kink made it that much more fun indulging in it. She wanted to say something. To make some protest, but all she managed to force out of her mouth was a pathetically weak, “Oh.”
Taking control of the situation Sylvia walked the few steps further into the bedroom with her hand extended. Despite the awkwardness of the situation and the ridiculousness of it, Rhette lifted one had off the bed and accepted Sylvia’s warm hand in hers. She was slightly off-balance on just her knees and one hand, but Riordan’s cock inside her pussy stabilized her somewhat, and that made the situation even more uncomfortable. “Hello, I’m Sylvia McMaster. I’m Dan’s wife, but you figured that out already, I think.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry,” Rhette blurted out.
Sylvia laughed. “I’m not Jesus, I can assure you of that. And what are you apologizing for?”
Rhette dropped the other woman’s hand and placed her own back on the bed, it was easier to look down and speak rather than looking at the pretty woman directly. She was so elegant in her suit, she was thin in every way that Rhette wasn’t. How could Riordan like fucking her? Or maybe he liked the variety? “I’m fucking your husband.” It wasn’t much of an apology, but it was better than nothing.
It only made Sylvia chuckle more. “Well, he’s fucking you as much as you’re fucking him. Maybe more than you. Don’t worry dear. You were beautiful when you were being abused in the living room. I watched while he fucked you then. It was delightful. I don’t limit my husband to sex with just me. We have an open marriage.”
Rhette understood the words, but in the middle of sex, it made no sense to her. “Oh,” she said again and wondered how Riordan managed to keep his cock hard while having this conversation.
“Speaking of which, hon,” Riordan said. “What are you doing home so early? This was supposed to be my private time with Rhette.”
“Right,” said Sylvia. “I was just going to ask you what you’re doing taking so long to fuck her. We said six o’clock.”
“Seven,” he replied.
“Six,” she insisted.
Riordan sighed. “Why would I not be done with her by our arranged time. I already fucked her in front of you and everyone else. Doing it in private it becoming my kink.”
Sniffing, Sylvia whipped out her cellphone and proceeded to open up her calendar to prove her point. A
nd then she saw that her husband had blocked out the time in the guest room until seven. “Shit,” she cursed. “You’re right.” She dropped her phone back into her purse and tried a winning smile. “Sorry. I can either leave you alone or maybe I can make up for the interruption by joining if you’d like that Rhette.” She smiled at the woman fucking her husband.
Rhette didn’t know what to think. She wanted to get off and run from the house. Giving it a second thought she would have been fine with running from the house and being done with everything. There was a vibrator in her bedside drawer that would be just as good as Riordan’s cock. “Umm…”
“Not into women?” Sylvia teased.
“Hon,” Riordan said with a sigh. “You’re putting her on the spot. How about you give us fifteen minutes and we’ll talk afterwards?”
“Right. Good idea.” She bent down a bit and kissed her husband on the lips. It was another unusual situation for Rhette, but the married couple seemed to take it in stride. The woman pivoted on her expensive heels and left the room, carefully closing the door behind her.
“Now, where were we?” Riordan asked as he started thrusting again.
Rhette didn’t know what to think. “You’re married?”
“Uh-huh.” His cock was still hard. That was amazing. Had he planned all this? The interruption even? He seemed to get off on it. “I thought you knew?”
He was reaching her in all the right spots. Being dirty felt very good. “No. Of course not.”
“We have an open marriage.” He slid forward, cupping one breast and supporting himself with the other hand. That changed the angle of his cock in her and she was incredibly close to cumming.
“So. I. Heard.”
“She wants to fuck you,” Riordan whispered in her ear.
“What?”
Two more thrusts and then another whisper. “Sylvia doesn’t make scheduling mistakes. She wants to fuck you. I want to watch her fuck you.”
He came. The flood of his spunk in her pussy made her cum as well.
Rhette didn’t know what to think of what she was being enticed into.
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