He crossed to an ice-bucket wherein a just-opened bottle of champagne lay chilling. His instructions, that it should be opened when the staff saw him leave the restaurant, had been complied with nicely. Peter poured out two glasses, and offered one to Bethany.
“Thanks,” she said. “I have a feeling I’m going to need this.”
That was not what he’d expected to hear. “Why, darling? Is something wrong? I thought things were going rather well, myself.”
She crossed the room and lay a finger on his lips to silence him. “Things are going wonderfully, darling. So wonderfully, that I am going to thank you with something you’ve always wanted, but never obtained.” She took a deep breath and whispered. “My ass. You can take my ass.”
Somehow – he could never remember how – he managed to wait until she had finished her drink before he moved in and began to ravage her. The dress disappeared into a puddle of fabric in a far corner of the room, and he dropped to his knees, slowly easing her thong from her hips, enjoying the sight of her as she was revealed to him, paying special attention to the forbidden crevasse of her ass… forbidden territory now his to explore.
He left her stockings and shoes on, and led her to the bed. She piled two pillows in the middle and lay across them, ass high and available, as he undressed, and knelt behind her. She felt warm, wet touches running across her asscheeks, down the crease of her ass, and settling upon her asshole. She looked back and suddenly realised her was using his tongue… licking her there… she had never imagined how good the sensations could feel. Soon she was moaning happily, feeling his tongue pressure her ass, and eventually enter it, just by half an inch or so, but enough to signal that the next stage of the process could begin.
Bethany could not help tensing slightly as she felt him move against her, and felt his finger press gently against the rosette of her ass. For the first time ever, she was going to be entered there. Suddenly, the reality of the situation struck her and she very nearly called a halt to the game… and yet, for some reason, something held her tongue. She took a deep breath and tried desperately to relax her ass.
Fortunately, Peter was patient, kissing her back, massaging her asscheeks, dipping his fingers gently into her pussy, occasionally returning to her ass, until eventually her ass opened slightly to the pressure of his finger. A few more moments and his first knuckle had penetrated the ring of muscle inside her. Bethany felt impossibly full. If this is what his finger felt like, how on earth was she going to take his cock?
And yet, as his finger began to gently pump within her, her nerves fell away slightly, replaced by a raw, sexy, lust. Trying unfamiliar language, she told herself a simple truth – she was being fingerfucked in her asshole… and she liked it. Her ass began moving to the rhythm of his finger, and the strokes became longer and more determined, as she opened around him. Peter smiled at her progress, her low, guttural moans, and her obvious desire.
She let out a surprised gasp as he added a second finger, but by now her ass was happily stretching out for more. The second finger renewed that delicious feeling of fullness, and within moments he was stroking her deeply again. There was no longer any question that her ass would take his cock. She wanted it. And Peter knew that – so it was time to take advantage.
The withdrawal of his fingers brought another gasp. Peter leaned in close, over her, and whispered in Bethany’s ear. “What do you want me to do?”
She groaned. “Put it in.”
“Put what in, Bethany?”
She took a deep breath. “Put your cock in. Please, don’t make me ask like this, just do it. Please?”
He just chuckled. “Put my cock in where, Bethany?”
“Oh, fuck. In my ass, Peter. Put your cock in my ass, fuck my ass, I’ll say whatever you like, but just do it now!”
His grin almost split his face as Peter positioned himself behind her, kneeling, his hands on her hips, manipulating her until his asshole was perfectly positioned for his cock. He moved forward slightly and they both moaned at the first contact of his dick against her slightly dilated asshole. Maintaining his hold on her hips, he edged forward and his dick slipped into her.
Peter felt amazing. It was like fucking a virgin again… every part of his cock was compressed slightly by the pressure from her tight ass, and every few seconds she erupted in a wave of muscle contractions which felt as though she was milking his cock inside her. Slowly, but firmly, he pressed until he was entirely inside her, his thighs against he ass cheeks, then he stopped, pausing to enjoy the sensations.
Bethany was much too excited to accept any such delays. There had been pain, at first, on the way in, but she gritted her teeth, thanked heavens her face was away from him, and tried not to let him know he was hurting her. The pain lasted only moments, however, and now she found herself wanting more. She wanted to be assfucked like a wanton slut. She needed this. Rotating her hips slightly, she ground back against him.