“So, you want to get fucked?” he asked, now naked as well, kneeling behind me and rubbing his cock along my smooth, wet lips.
“Yes!”
“Showing yourself and making all those cocks hard made you a horny bitch, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demanded, now slapping his hard cock on my clit.
“Showing myself made me a horny bitch!”
“And now you want to show them how a horny bitch gets fucked, don’t you,?”
Oh god, I just wanted him to fuck me! I turned to give him a pleading look only to see he was again recording my antics on his phone, taking a close up. I imagined the view of his cock teasing my smooth wet lips, just making me want him more.
“And what do you want?”
“I want to be fucked like a bitch!”
“You want me to fuck your cunt like a bitch?” he asked, prolonging my anticipation.
“Oh god yes! Please fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a bitch!” I confessed, adding a mournful, “Please!”
Without any warning, he rammed his cock fully into my cunt, his hips slamming against my ass.
I gasped loudly and cried, “Yes! Godammit! Give me your cock!”
And he did, slowly withdrawing and then rapidly filling me once more, each stroke propelling me to ecstasy and given my already agitated state, I climaxed quickly.
“Oh fuck!” I cried as my legs quivered and my pussy clenched his cock, which he kept buried deep within me.
As my orgasm passed, I tried to ride him once more but to my dismay, he withdrew completely, summoning a exasperated whimper from me.
With two quick swats no my ass, he asked, “You want to fuck some more?”
“Yes!” I hissed, looking back at him to see his rigid cock, slick with my juices, delighted he was recording my shameless display.
“And where do you want me to fuck you?” he demanded, followed by another smack on each cheek.
“I want you to fuck my cunt!”
Two more smacks on my ass, followed by, “Show me!”
I needed no additional instruction. Reaching behind me, I spread my pussy for him.
“That’s a good bitch,” he said as he moved his cock to my entrance. “Now fuck my cock!”
I willingly complied, my hands falling away, pushing back to accept him completely, then riding his cock with long deliberate strokes. Otherwise, there was no contact. All I felt was his wonderful cock in my cunt and my ass slamming back into his hips.
“Oh god, your cock feels so good!” I confessed. “But please fuck me. Pound my cunt with your big hard cock!”
“Take it bitch!” he shouted and rammed his cock into me forcefully, repeatedly and without mercy, exactly what I desired so desperately, conjuring another climax.
“Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me!” I cried raggedy amid my panting.
George slowed his pace, kindly allowing me to savor the warm afterglow and catch my breath.
But soon enough, he stopped with his cock buried in me and asked, “You ready for more my naughty bitch?”
I said nothing letting the gyrations of hips answer.
“So how naughty do you want to be?”
“As naughty as you want me to be,” I replied softly, still lost in my rapture.
His wet thumb pressing at my rosebud informed me of his intentions and I gasped reflexively, and I remembered that earlier I had affirmed my willingness to try anal sex, although I had said, ” might.” His thumb had felt delicious last night, but now it would be something bigger. Much bigger. And right now, it seemed more frightening than thrilling, although I had just committed to it, albeit, unwittingly.
“You mean…? I asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” he replied emphatically, “I’m going to fuck your naughty ass!”
Reluctantly capitulating, I said, “Will you go slow?”
“Of course,” he said softly as I felt a cool viscous liquid drip on my asshole, suddenly realizing the purpose of his detour when we’d first come upstairs. He’d obviously planned this ever since…when? Earlier today or maybe even last night after he introduced first his tongue and later his thumb? Then it dawned on me how his proclivities and definition of naughty had led me to a multitude of heretofore unconceived possibilities, each more erotic than the last. Indeed, his lexicon was becoming mine! So, yes, I’ll let him fuck my ass — or, at the very least, I’d try.
My reverie abruptly ended as I felt the pressure of his cock at my rosebud.
“Oh!” I shrieked, and, although I can’t say I was surprised, there was still nervous anticipation. If I asked him to stop, would he? Or, worse, would he tell me it was time to go home? Despite my willingness to try, my sphincter tightened, resisting his entry.
“You okay?” he asked tenderly.
“I guess so,” I said, totally unconvinced I could go through with this.
“Don’t squeeze. Relax and push out.”
Easy for him to say. But I followed his instructions in fits and starts, as I reacted to his increasing pressure. Then, wham! His cock head slipped inside.