Relax, Lean Forward

I sat in his bedroom as he calmed his friend, who struggled with PTSD after his deployment. I’d never seen this gentle, supportive side of him before. 

The ice in my apple moonshine clinked together as I made myself comfortable at the end of the bed just close enough to overhear parts of their conversation. My opinion of him softened as I listened to him talk his friend through emotional struggles. 

I was getting really turned on by this side of him. They ended up going outside to finish their conversation. At this point, I changed into my pajama shorts and a tank top and I walked into his living room to make myself comfortable on his large chair.

The engine of his friend's car started up, and I saw the flash of headlights across the wall as the car reversed. 

He came in the front door and observed me sitting on the recliner with my knees tucked up by my chest as I leaned forward with my arms draped over my legs. I had a slight smile on my face, and it was an instant giveaway to how attracted I was to him at that moment. I could already feel my pussy lips throb with desire. 

After closing the door behind him, he stood and stared at me for a moment. I saw him standing there in his blue and green flannel over a white tee with worn jeans, a little dirty in the way you can tell he's been working all day. He was familiar with the look I gave him and wanted to take full advantage of the moment.

As he walked over to me, his flannel fell to the ground, and his white tee hit the floor, revealing his tan, muscular body. My gaze began just below his belt, and I couldn't miss his bulge of excitement. I wanted him to unzip his pants so I could see his deliciously colossal cock that I craved so badly. My eyes slowly made their way up the curves of his abs, and by the time my sight reached his broad chest, I could feel his hand on my leg. Immediately my body was covered in goosebumps, and I shivered, anticipating being torn to pieces by him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his side smile. I felt his face close to my neck, his breath was warm, and the stubble on his face brushed against my shoulder as he turned to kiss the top of my collarbone. 

"Turn around." He said firmly. 

"Why? What're you going to do?" I questioned. 

"Turn around." He repeated. 

I unraveled myself from my curled-up position on the recliner, turning myself around. I sat with my knees tucked underneath me, and my chest leaned forward towards the back of the chair. He wrapped his right arm around my stomach from behind me, reaching up to cup my left breast. His left hand cradled my throat, and I felt him kissing the back of my neck. He briefly tightened his grip on my neck as he sank his teeth into my shoulder. 

"You are so fucking delicious." He said as he squeezed his right hand over the markings he had just left on my body to soothe the sting of the bite. 

"When do I get to taste you?" I inquired and was quickly shot down by his following remark—

"You're going to stay right there, and I am going to fill your ass with my cum." 

He had never shown much interest in anal, but I always craved it. His cock is one of the biggest ones I have had inside of me, making my pussy a slave to him and pushing me to my limits. Trying to fit him into my throat is a challenge I love. When I masturbate on my own, I often think about the feeling of trying to fit him inside of my tight unused asshole as he grabs my hips from behind me and presses deeper and deeper inside me.

It seemed those fantasies were about to materialize—as I turned to look over my right shoulder with eyes full of lust, his left hand moved to massage my warm, wet pussy through my pj shorts. 

"I want you so bad," I said, as I ran my tongue across my lips and bit into my bottom lip. "Do you have lube?"

"Nope. But you are soaking so wet we won't need it." He replied.

"No. Come on—we need lube." I begged. 

"Babe, relax your hips and lean forward. Now sit up on your knees a bit." His instructions were relaxing for me. His voice and assertiveness made me weak to any of his requests.

Completely surrendering to him, I knelt on the recliner, leaned forward, and my butt was pushed up and out in the perfect place for him to do whatever he pleased. 

First, I felt his hand at both sides of my waist grab the hem of my tank top, and he gently lifted it over my head. Then, feeling a tickle on my hips, my shorts began to fall to my knees. I stayed there exposed, as he said, "Do not move."

He studied me for a moment, then I heard his footsteps trail into the kitchen and the familiar sound of a cork popping. He came back into the room with two glasses of my favorite bourbon. I heard him take a sip as he gazed at my ass in the air waiting for him to penetrate me. I lifted my head as he passed me a glass. 

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Have a sip. It'll help your muscles relax. I can tell you're tense with anticipation." He tried to soothe my obvious muscle tension with his caramel voice.

I pushed myself up with one arm and tilted back the glass to feel the warmth of whiskey running past my lips and down my throat into my belly. I felt his gentle touch as he traced his finger from my clit back to my ass to circle an unexplored hole of mine. My whole body erupted in goosebumps with a shiver again. I could tell how wet my pussy was by how easily his finger glided around the entrance to my ass. He sat down on the ottoman that he pulled close. 

"I am soaked. I want you inside me." I started having an uncontrollable desire to be filled by him and couldn't help begging for it.

"I know. I am watching your sweet pussy juices drip down the inside of your leg." He sat there momentarily with his whiskey in one hand, exploring my holes with the other. I felt the pressure of his thumb get harder and harder as he massaged my tight back hole. After pressing his thumb entirely inside me, he stood up and set his drink down. I could hear him unbuckling his belt. 

"Take another sip. I'm gonna take your glass."

In a sexual trance, I silently sipped another bit of that smokey amber liquid. I felt it drip down my throat and coat my insides, making my nipples harden as I felt the slicing burn all the way to my belly button. 

I held out my hand, and he took the glass, placing it on the coffee table beside us. The top of my back below my neck was completely covered by his large, strong hand. He pushed into me till my chest was against the chair with my ass propped up for him waiting to be fucked.

At first, he reached between my legs to slowly make a few figure eights on and around my clit before slipping his fingers inside my pussy. Massaging his fingers up and down, pressing into the back wall of my vagina, making soft circles. After his fingers were thoroughly soaked from my body's liquid response to how badly I wanted to be fucked, he moved backward to lubricate the next hole he would explore. 

Only one finger at first; I loved it. My ass tightened and softened with pleasure I wasn't used to. Then two fingers, no three fingers, were pressed up inside my ass. Stretching me out, seeing how much space he can make for his throbbing, thick cock. 

My long curly hair tickled my face as he pressed his muscular body against me from behind. Brushing my hair away, he whispered, "I want to feel your ass take my whole cock." He was right up next to my ear so I could feel the heat of his breath.

Inhaling his sweet exhale, I replied, "Give me all of it."

I could see the tip of his hard cock as I looked down between my legs. His hand pushed his cock against the wet folds of my pussy, pulling back till he reached the entrance to my ass. Feeling him glide his hard, warm dick from my clit to my vaginal opening all the way to my asshole sent a wave of sexual energy through my whole being. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as he gently pressed his cock inside me. I was so tight I didn't think he would fit. But then he started moving his hips back and forth, slowly entering me deeper and deeper. The mix of pain and pleasure had me fighting myself from pulling away. He held my hips in place. Deeper and deeper he went. 

Leaning over me, his body against mine, he started losing himself and being less gentle. It hurt. His cock was so big for my tight ass, and I was unprepared. He took what he wanted and that made my pussy so wet. 

I was in a different mindset as he sped up the motion of his hips and pushed his hand harder on the top of my back so my face pressed into the back of the chair. My whole body had surges of strange pleasure I had never experienced. My body didn't know how to react to it. I loved it, but it was also painful. I wanted to pull away, but I also wanted to slam my hips back onto his cock repeatedly and have him as deep in me as physically possible. My body continued to relax further and further into having my ass filled with him.

"Your ass is going to be dripping with my cum." He said as he leaned back with his cock still deep inside me; he pulled his arm back and brought his open palm down on my asscheek. A loud smack sound made it the perfect slap. I felt my jiggly cheek bounce with his hand. 

"Do it again," I begged. 

"You like that?" He loved when I begged for it. 

"Please. Do it harder. I want to feel you slap my ass as hard as you can." I begged again. 

He drew his hand backward and smacked my ass so hard I couldn't hold back a loud moan. 

Becoming vulnerable to the amount of pleasure, he moaned, "Fuck, I am going to cum soon if you keep begging like that."

I looked back at him with my needy eyes and said, "I will do anything to make you cum."

"You're such a dirty slut. I love it."

He grabbed his shirt next to him, reached it around my hips, grabbed either end and used it to pull my hips towards him. Oh my god, my body sunk into a tingly feeling of bliss. He was fucking my ass, but I felt my pussy muscles tighten and relax like I was about to cum. 

"Your cock drives me wild," I said involuntarily. 

Hot cum started pumping into me from his throbbing shaft. He pulled out, and I felt the warmth drip down my butt cheek to my inner thigh. Quickly he pressed his cock back inside me, grabbed my hips, spun me around, and as he sat down in the chair, he pulled me on top of him. With him still inside me, I turned to the side in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. His chest moved quickly up and down as he caught his breath. I kissed his cheek, then leaned backward and started rubbing my clit. 

He looked at me and asked, "What're you doing?"

"I haven't finished yet," I replied.

With his overly pleased cock still inside my cum filled ass, I massaged my clit till I climaxed. 

After I felt my body flood with the rush of orgasm, I sat there to soak up the pleasure before I lifted myself off his cock, which had now softened.

I walked into the kitchen, my clit pulsating from cumming, and I felt the coolness of air against the wetness on my ass and legs from his cum.

I grabbed the bottle of Michter's and poured us a little more. Returning to the living room, I sat on the floor in front of him and passed him his glass. Letting my head fall into his lap as I sat at his feet, I looked up at him and said, "Let's get in the shower after this glass. I want to feel your cock at the back of my throat." 

Photo of Andi Alexander (@femb0tttgonewildlife) by @david.d.wallace