“I want to choke on your cock a babe, let’s see how deep down my throat I can get it.”
“Fucking take it” he groaned at me. I slid his thick sword into my mouth slowly guiding it into my throat, tasting his salty precum. I exaggerated the sounds of my choking, I knew from the porn he watched that it was a big turn on for him, that gag. I came back up his shaft to the tip and tongued the slit, I felt him gently grasp my hair. I paused long enough to say to him:
“Make me take it for you babe, choke me on it!” I wanted him to feel sure that I wanted it rough and dirty the way I knew he liked it best, that I wanted to shift from being in control to being controlled. We often switched roles like this during our fuck sessions, but his favourite was bossing me around with some consensual non-consent actions. I felt him grip my hair in a much firmer grasp that hurt, he pushed on the top of my head, forcing me back down and I felt his hard purple knob move quickly toward my throat, I gagged a little and felt a lot of extra saliva enter my mouth. He felt it too and judging by the increase in the girth of his cock, he was enjoying my suffering, just enough to get my aching pussy slit to throb.
“Fuck you’re a good girl, I bet your pussy is as wet as your mouth”. He pulled me up and down his hard shaft using my hair a few more times before pulling me back up to rest on his chest while he kissed me roughly, holding my jaw and fucking my mouth with his tongue.
“Will you give me your cock now, please?” I begged in a hoarse whisper, remembering that the wall between our bedroom and my parents’ room was pretty thin, hoping desperately that they were long asleep. I was enjoying the feeling of my own juices on my thighs, turned on by the abuse of him fucking my face with his swollen, engorged cock. He edged my loose shorts down and I kicked them off before lying back down on my side, facing him, breathing heavy, ready for a rough ride and to get into any position he wanted. He pulled my legs up and positioned himself behind me, I twisted my shoulders back towards the bed so I could look at him, and he could see my tits, my face, I shifted one leg to be more in the recovery position so he could see my wet aching cunt and my asshole.
“Will you take it for me baby?” he asked, in a low, quiet, and calm voice.
“Yes, fuck I want it, hard.” I breathed in reply. I closed my eyes, aching for and expecting to feel his thick curved weapon pushing its way intrusively into my slick hot pussy. I felt the bed shift under his weight and then felt his tongue instead, licking my asshole. Fuck it felt good. He licked around it gently at first before his tongue became firmer, getting my tight hole wet and then pushing his tongue into my anal passage, circling, rimming. I started breathing in deep shuddering breaths, I felt him push three fingers straight into my dripping, aching cunt.
“Oh god, oh god, babe, I want this, I want to feel you in all of me.” I ground out, at last begging for what had been on my mind since this mornings’ shower, feeling selfish given this was meant to be about him but unable to resist; I’d neglected my own sexual needs while I’d ignored his.
“Use me like I’m your whore.” I groaned in ecstasy at his rough invasion of my body.
He stopped fucking my ass with his tongue and started pushing his thumb into my tight asshole. My ass was unforgiving, it had been months since we’d had any sex, let alone backdoor playtime. I felt his thumb start to breach my ass, the slight scratch of his short nail, my body refusing to adjust, to stretch, to allow this invader into a taboo space. I felt myself tensing up.
“Relax.” He muttered, bringing his left hand first to his hard and straining cock, stroking it briefly, feeling it sticky with drying spit from my earlier gagging, before putting his hand around my neck and choking me, half a minute ticking by as I stared straight into his eyes, feeling my pulse starting to pound in my temples.
“Relax and take what you deserve, slut.” My body spasmed with an attempt to draw breath, he slightly loosened his grip around my neck, and as I rasped in a breath, I felt my ass relax and his thumb sunk in. God, it felt so good, so intense. I groaned and he released his hand completely from my neck, stroking my breast gently, whispering:
“Good girl, good girl, you can take it for me.”
He started thrusting his three thick fingers in my cunt while plunging his thumb into my ass. I watched him over my shoulder, eyes half closed, my vision still slightly grainy from the strangle he had administered. I watched him bend slightly, to spit on my asshole and use his thumb to push the spittle in further while he crooned again:
“Good girl, take it for me babe.” His cock was twitching, and I knew neither of us could carry on like this for much longer. My breathing was now fast and shallow, I didn’t have words anymore, just stifled groans. If this was what I needed to do to make it up to him, I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
He pulled his thumb out of my ass, his fingers from my pussy, and I felt his cock nudging its way into dripping wet cunt, thrusting while I felt again a rough probing at my ass, before his index finger, slick with my own arousal slid in, to a satisfied groan from me, before being followed by his middle and ring fingers. He thrust them into my asshole in time with the pounding from his thick cock, I was making groans with every thrust, trying to be quiet nothing exaggerated now about my half-strangled groans of pleasure in time with each push into my fuck-holes by him. His breathing was heavy, but he still managed to utter in a strained whisper:
“Spread for me, let me see how you take having both your holes filled.”
I reached my hand onto my ass cheek and pulled it open hearing his “fuck yeah” of approval and making my contorted position worth it. I would have turned myself inside out for him if that’s what it took.
His thrusting slowed and I felt him pull his throbbing cock out of my cunt, his fingers coming out of my ass. His purple mushroom head started nudging at my asshole, stretching, pushing, hurting.
“I don’t know babe; I don’t know if I can take it.” I was so turned on, but in the past, we had built up to anal with the slow use of anal stretchers and a lot of silicon lubricant across the course of an evening, not rough and ready fun with fingers.
“I’ll add more lube.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, we didn’t have any, but then I felt again his tongue, thrusting in and out of my ass, pushing saliva into that tight opening, his fingers scooping my pussy juice up towards my ass at the same time. I was so turned on, I found myself agreeing in a tortured whisper:
“I want to take it for you.” God, I thought, did I mean that? Sure, I was willing to pay penance for my recent bitchiness, but was this going to do enough damage that we had to take a break for a few days? That really wasn’t aligned with my end goal of re-establishing a more regular and varied sex life; but I was so horny, and my ass was aching for him to rut into it. It had been so good in the past and I craved feeling him dominating me, owning me.