by T West
He stayed face down, on his hands and knees, awaiting her next touch. “Look, if you’re going to spank me then just spank me. I’m a big boy and I’m sure I can take it. Let’s just get this over with,” he said, slightly pissed off and embarrassed about being waxed without warning. Although secretly, deep down, part of him was enjoying this.
“Oh I’m not going to spank you. That would be too light a punishment for a naughty boy like you. There’s something else in store, don’t you worry,” Sarah said, now fully enjoying her new found control and power.
With his ass still covered in white lotion, Sarah began to massage it more, using her palms to rub the lotion all over his cheeks in a circular motion, softly at first but then gradually getting firmer and harder. With each circular motion her thumbs would run up his ass crack and open it up a bit, each stroke opening his cheeks up a little bit more.
Tom started to relax a little and thought this was actually starting to feel really good, the white color of the lotion turning invisible. Sarah could see his balls tighten beneath him and knew he must be enjoying this, so she began to intensify her strokes, now letting her soft womanly hands run all the way inside his cheeks and up and down his smooth crack, before spreading his cheeks fully for a moment. She would repeat this movement, opening his cheeks, rubbing his crack and then rubbing his buttocks, each time just letting her fingers miss his tight asshole as it winked at her, vulnerable and fully exposed.
Although he was enjoying the massage, he was feeling very uncomfortable about her fingers getting so close. Sarah could feel him tense up every time she got close, and found this very amusing. So she deliberately pressed even harder as she ran her fingers up and down his crack, just so she could see his body tense up every time she did so.
Tom’s head looked to the side and his eyes landed on the KY jelly once more. There was no way she was going to try anything funny, he thought. He was way too tight for that. Just as that thought crossed his mind he felt her fingers lightly touch him. Hoping that maybe she touched his hole by accident, he waited as her hands did another circular round of his moisturized buttocks. It happened again – her fingers touched, this time the pressure was slightly stronger.
She continued this massage for about three minutes longer, now consistently touching his hole with each stroke, and enjoying watching him squirm as she continued to play with and torment him.
Tom began sighing in pleasure. He was becoming so relaxed that he hardly noticed when Sarah lingered a bit longer, and actually started to nudge a finger inside him. He wondered whether it was his imagination, or did she really mean to do it.
Sarah wondered if he had even noticed that she had briefly inserted the tip of her finger, because he didn’t cry out or complain. So she thought she’d give it another try. This time as she did her circular massaging motions of his buttocks, she let her finger slide right inside, this time about half way in before withdrawing it quickly.
Sarah knew she was going to have to delve a little deeper. So she applied lots more lotion – baby oil this time – all over his cheeks and began to massage it in. This time she let her entire finger slip inside him, all the way to her knuckle, and left it in there. She began to slowly slide it in and out, finger fucking him.
As ashamed as he felt to admit it to himself, Tom was starting to enjoy this. It was actually starting to feel good. The tingling in his balls spread to his cock, which started to get hard for the first time since he had been on all fours. The massage, however, had now stopped. Using her free hand, Sarah smacked down hard upon Tom’s cheeks, noisily making a satisfying clap.
“See, this is the punishment you deserve!” she teased.
Holding his cheeks open with one hand, she slid her index finger in and out several times, watching him squirm as she did so.
She withdrew her finger, and Tom found himself longing for it. He didn’t have much time to ponder though, because the next thing he knew, both her hands were on his cheeks, spreading them wide. He felt her hot breath on his ass crack. He felt her warm tongue lick his balls from behind, before licking all the way up the crack of his ass.
She withdrew her tongue and said, “Your punishment wasn’t so bad after all was it? So, you’re going to be a good boy now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am!” he panted into the pillow.
“Good, well now I’m going to let you do something for me.”
He turned his head to one side and asked desperately, “Are you going to let me fuck that perfect pussy of yours?”
“Oh, I’m going to let you do one better than that. Now turn around.”
He did as he was told and turned around so he was sitting down, resting on his hands. Sarah looked amazing in front of him. Her robe was gone, and there she stood in her black lingerie, her full breasts spilling out and her tight fitted thong showing the slight bulge of her vaginal mound.
She turned around, revealing her luscious round ass, with her thong riding right up inside her deep butt crack. She bent over and slowly pulled the thong all the way down to her ankles, showing him her naked ass.
“You’re not the only one whose ass needs some attention tonight,” she told him.
He watched as she walked over to the centre of the room and got on all fours, still pointing her peachy ass in his direction. The full length mirror was positioned in front of her, so she had a clear view of everything behind her.
“Come and get your pudding, you lucky boy. And bring the KY.”
In all their time together she had never let him penetrate her anally, and the thought of what she was propositioning was making his erection throb so much that he feared he might shoot his load without touching it. Thankfully he managed to hold on, grabbed the tube of KY, and went over to where she was poised like a wild animal.
He stood with his legs aside her and squatted down, with the soles of his feet flat on the floor, ‘up & over’ style.
“Guide your penis into me. I want to feel you,” she instructed.
He spread her cheeks and dropped a generous blob of lube onto her awaiting ass.
He held onto her waist and pressed his rock hard cock against her. He felt a bit of resistance, but the lube helped, and as he pushed harder she opened and allowed him to enter her. He went in just a couple of inches at first, letting her get used to his large tool. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he gasped as he felt her squeeze him, almost hurting him.
They both looked up at the mirror and caught each other’s expressions, simultaneously opening their mouths in passion. Their eye contact was the horniest moment either of them had ever experienced. He pushed in slightly further. Her ass felt like it was almost sucking him in, ready to milk him dry.
“More! I need every inch inside me you bastard!” she demanded, arching her back further and inviting full penetration.
He inserted another inch and saw the look of pain and desire on her face as he did so. He pulled out almost all the way, before plunging forward, deeper than before, so three quarters slid inside. She gasped out loud. He knew she wanted every inch, and God he wanted it too. He wanted to be balls deep.
He thrust his hips forward and impaled her fully, his balls slapping against her swollen pussy. They both cried out in euphoria, and she reached down to rub her swollen clit.
At that moment in time, his entire existence revolved around her tight ass, and his raging erection that penetrated it. He started to sweat, and with his feet still firmly on the ground, he began to slide in and out with increasing speed, nailing her.
Each thrust would make her moan a little bit louder, his panting intertwining with hers as she took it all .
She started to feel an amazing climax rise up through her body. It started at her toes and worked its way up to the top of her head, as her orgasm hit her with ecstatic bliss. She rolled her head back and shrieked out loud like a banshee, closing her eyes and snarling her upper lip as she came hard .
Her scream was too much for Tom to take, and he felt an intense ti
ngling in his balls. His orgasm erupted, and he shot copious amounts of thick, hot spunk deep inside her ass. He cried out and grabbed hold of her long flowing locks, and remained inside her, shooting several more spurts of cum as deep as possible.
Panting, he reached under her and embraced her body with his arms, as his erection softened inside her. He sighed into her ear, softly and lovingly kissing her neck.
He pulled out, his jizz trickling down her thighs, as they both got on their knees, facing each other and holding hands.
“God, that was amazing – seeing your face as we came!” he told her. “That must’ve hurt though?” he asked, feeling slightly guilty about the anal invasion.
“Actually sweetie, it felt great. It also felt great spanking, waxing, fingering and licking you. Did you enjoy that too? Be honest.”
Tom’s cheeks started to get red as he felt himself blush. He didn’t want to admit how much he’d enjoyed it because he felt slightly embarrassed about it. However, he knew that he wanted her to take charge again sometime - it had been a massive turn on.
“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “I enjoyed it too… a lot, actually!”
“Good,” Sarah smiled. “Well maybe next time you’re a bad boy, I’ll have to punish you even more. Maybe it’ll be your ass that gets 8 inches deep…”
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Steamy Erotica Story 41
C hristina always enjoyed these late night movies. Even though she was happily married and liked spending time with her husband doing a variety of different activities, it was late at night while he was in bed that she really enjoyed sitting downstairs on the couch and watching a scary movie.
She liked horror a lot, especially werewolf movies – there was something about men morphing into big hairy beasts and attacking innocent women that really excited her. Her husband Robert was a hard working man, and understandably after his long hours he’d just want to have his dinner and get an early night. They were still close, just not quite as close as they once were. As much as she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she wished he was slightly more adventurous in the bedroom.
They did have sex quite regularly, at least once or twice a week, but the positions they would do were pretty much standard fare at this stage in their relationship. It was usually just missionary and occasionally doggy-style, if she was lucky. There was, however, one thing that she wished he would do, or rather, let her do to him, and that was massage his inner bunghole.
He was kind of a prude about it, she thought to herself as she sat there on the comfy sofa watching a young damsel run away from a grizzly man-beast. It wasn’t as if she was asking him to take a 12 inch black dildo up his tight sphincter or anything – all she wanted to do (initially) was probe one of her ladylike digits up there. She knew he’d enjoy it if he’d just let himself go and go with it. She had heard that a man’s g-spot was located up there, and she really desired to give it good poking but he just wouldn’t go for it, no matter how much she hinted or how many drinks he’d downed.
So she’d pretty much given up, and figured scary movies and ‘normal’ sex was about as exciting as her life was going to get at this stage, and she was ok with that. She was essentially happy.
The movie ended and she took the last sip of her glass of wine before standing up, stretching her arms and deciding it was time to head upstairs to bed.
She tip-toed into the bedroom where her husband peacefully slept. She disrobed her dressing down and as she brushed her long strawberry blonde hair in the mirror she had time to admire her own beauty for a moment. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties with a shapely curvy figure. Any guy would be lucky to have me, she thought. She also thought that any guy would be lucky to have her finger inside him, but she forced herself to stop that train of thought because she knew it would go nowhere.
She pulled back the covers and lay next to Robert who slept silently on his back, and as she closed her eyes she couldn’t help but feel a frustrated tingling in her womanhood. Maybe it was the wine, or the scary film, or the fact that Robert hadn’t satisfied her in awhile, but she really felt her female urges come to the surface and couldn’t help but reach under the cover and play with her aching pussy.
She was neatly shaven on either side, with a landing strip of trimmed hair down the middle, and she wasted little time in silently flicking her swollen little nub and delving her index finger into her moistening snatch. Here, she frigged furiously, taking special care not to wake Robert – not only for embarrassment’s sake but also because she knew he had an early start; she was respectful like that. So as her husband snoozed away she flicked with a sense of urgency, imagining making love to Robert from behind whilst wearing an average-sized strap-on, bringing herself to a panting juddering climax in the dark shadowy room.
It wasn’t long after she had achieved her orgasm than Christina found herself naturally drifting off to sleep. She lay there knicker-less in her night dress, nice and relaxed. She closed she eyes and started to drift away.
She was abruptly awakened by a neon green light that flashed in through the semi-open curtain. Startled, she sat up on her elbows, her eyes alert but still sleepy, unsure of what the hell it was. Starting to wonder whether she had dreamt it, she was about to close her eyes when it happened again. A very bright and tranquil greenish-aqua light beam shone through the window glass. This time for a couple of seconds, before stopping suddenly.
“What the hell?...” she mumbled to herself, and no sooner had she said the words than her eyes landed on something that would terrify her to her very soul. For there, at the foot of the bed, staring at her, was what could only be described as an alien.
In the midnight darkness of the room, lit only by the streetlamp outside, she could clearly see a large menacing shape standing right there looking at her. Too petrified to call out, she blinked, and stared closer, convinced that it was just her sleep-induced imagination and it would disappear.
But no, it stood there motionless but breathing. It was green in color with a muscular upper torso and strong arms. However, its head was completely out of proportion – it was freakishly small, about the size of a large kiwi. It had big black round eyes that took up most of its head space, and although it didn’t have pupils or any whites in its eyes she could still tell which direction it was looking.
It moved, lifting its arms up – long tentacles shot out of its mid-section from all directions, snaking out like huge green serpents. Four of the tentacle arms shot directly at Christina, wrapping around her wrists, pulling the covers back and coiling around her ankles. They tightly wrapped around her limbs and then snaked out further, wrapping around the headboard and the legs of the bed, tying her up and binding her to the very place that was supposed to be her comfort zone.
She screamed loudly, at the top of her lungs, but as she glanced to her right she was amazed that Robert hadn’t moved an inch - he still slept there soundly, looking very relaxed and comfortable.
“Are you kidding me?!” Christina screamed at him. “You’re not even going to wake up for this ?”
But it was no use – it was as though he had suddenly become deaf and nothing could wake him. He was a sleeping log.
With her legs parted and her snatch fully exposed, Christina watched in disbelief as one of the serpentine arms of the alien started weaving its way through the air in her direction – aimed straight at her warm pussy. As the smooth rounded head of the green tentacle thing brushed up against her reluctant opening she wondered to herself that perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all, and she relaxed her womanly opening, allowing the probing creature to start to push its way inside.
Her slick love-tunnel opened up and allowed in inquisitive thing inside, which wasted little time in delving in as deep as possible, causing her to moan out as it proceeded to silently but steadily fuck her for all it was worth.
Her body shook and writhed in ecstatic pleasure – the sensation of being restrained and taken by surprise was having an incredible effe
ct on her, and she found herself almost asking to be drilled harder, cerebrally begging this small-headed creature to impale her more rampantly. As if it could psychically hear her it obliged, and really started fucking her good & hard, sliding in and out, in and out, harder and faster - as if its only purpose in coming here, and its only purpose of its entire existence, was to give this female human pleasure she’d never known.
She started to feel her impending orgasm boil within her, being bound and drilled like this it was inevitable that she would cum. And cum she did, screaming like a banshee as her body thrashed in the lamplight, her eyes shut tight as she achieved her second orgasm of the night, squirting wildly around the wide girth of the probing arm. Her female sex-piss soaked the bed sheets beneath her, and as she lay there, panting and satisfied, the tentacle inside her burning pussy withdrew, as did the four that were binding her. Set free and exhausted, she closed her eyes once more and felt herself drifting off to sleep again.
It felt as though she had only closed her eyes for a moment when she was abruptly awoken by the beeping alarm clock. Christina looked to her side and saw Robert sit up and switch off the alarm, before stretching and starting to get dressed for work.
She felt between her legs - the bed sheets were still damp.
“Morning honey,” she said sleepily. “How did you sleep?” The events of last night were still fresh in her mind but still unsure of whether she had dreamt the whole thing or not, she decided not to bring it up just yet.
“I slept fine thanks,” he replied, smiling. “Like a baby. How about you?”
“I slept fine too.”
He leaned over and kissed her, before heading down the stairs and off to the office. She had decided against bringing up the alien-screwing bondage session from the dead of night – she worried that he might question her sanity, so she thought it was probably best to keep it to herself.
The dream, if it was a dream, was still very arousing to her, and she couldn’t resist frigging herself to a lazy morning climax as she lay there, images of being forcefully taken like a sex-slave swirling around in her subconscious like a black and white movie.
