First Time Ass Play

In the erotic communications between my lover and I, ass play comes up 85% of the time. The very thought or the mention of it drives him crazy. I have allowed him to fuck me up the ass on a few occasions now. Not my favourite move but the fact that it turns him on so much is enough for me to enjoy the ride. It feels uncomfortable and even hurts a little at first because obviously I’m not used to it. He enjoys it because it’s a really tight fit around his cock and I think he may get a tiny bit of satisfaction that it hurts me a little. While he has me pinned down to the bed with him on top of me he has complete control.

If we can’t meet up to fuck then we call each other and have phone sex. I like to wait until dark so I can drive to the back of the park where I live, armed with my vibrator. I wait for his call and that’s when the fun begins. 20 minutes of talking dirty, describing what we would do to each other if we were together while he has his hand around his cock, pulling hard, imagining that it’s my mouth wrapped around his shaft and me with my vibrator buzzing on my clit imagining that it’s his whipping tongue teasing my pussy. The talk of me fucking him up the ass makes his breathing become heavier so I know he wants me to. As it gets harder to make out what he’s saying to me, I close my eyes and fantasise that he is behind me, very close whispering these naughty things that he wants to do to me in my ear. It gets to the point where neither of us can say anything apart from breath even heavier as we’re both about to cum.

The next time we met up I decided to take my lovers fantasy to the maximum by buying a few surprises for him. I arrived at the hotel before the time we arranged to meet so I could ‘set up’. Champagne to the side of the bed; no glasses needed as before we only ever drank it out of the bottle or off each others body. Small tea lights around the room so we weren’t completely in the dark, but the mood lighting was horny. Lotions, potions and plenty of condoms to hand because I had a feeling we were going to need them that night.

20 minutes later my lover called to say he’d arrived and asked what room we were in. Feeling quite nervous at this point I told him and I waited. It seemed like it took him a life time to get there but when he knocked on the door, I opened it wearing nothing but a silk robe.

Anticipating our meeting ever since it had been arranged at the beginning of that week, I pulled him into the room by his tie, loosening it and stripping him of his jacket as he barely had got through the door; pulling his head towards me so I could kiss his lips – something I’d been wanting to do since the last time I saw him.

“Are you naked under that?” he asked as he gasped for air in between my kisses.
“Why don’t you unwrap me and find out” I replied.

With that, while continuing to kiss my lips and my neck, he pulled the silk sash that was keeping my gown done up, pushed it back over my shoulders as it dropped to the floor revealing my naked frame. He smiled.

Both feeling that he was far too over dressed, I continued to fumble with his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Whilst I was busy trying to get the top half of him naked he’d helped me out below by undoing and letting his trousers drop to the floor to reveal his hot, hard, large, throbbing cock that was by this point pulsing for me. It seemed that I wasn’t the only one naked underneath!

With his cock in sight I went down immediately to greet him, shoving him in my mouth and sucking hard; moving my mouth up and down his shaft, feeling him touch the back of my throat. My lover reached down and began to fumble with my pert breasts, pinching my already hard nipples.

Close to coming but not wanting it to be over too soon, we took a breath and had a sip of the champagne. As I took my third mouthful I let some dribble out of my mouth and it tingled as it ran down my body; in between my breast, past my navel and finally being soaked up by my pussy. Putting the bottle sharply down on the table, my lover pushed me back on to the bed and began to lick up what I had spilt; licking my mouth and then running his tongue down my neck, in between my breasts, flicking my nipples as he passed, making his way down lower. The licking turned into kisses around my stomach and abdomen area, which sent butterflies sensation through my body. I could then feel his hot breath in between my legs as he licked and kissed the inside of my thighs, eventually making his way to my very wet cunt. Reaching for the champagne bottle he splashed a little more up and around my pussy; the bubbles making her tingle; before feasting on me like I was a champagne ice cream, not missing any part before I started to melt.

Not wanting to cum without him, I pulled him back up so I could kiss him and taste his mouth. I turned him around so he was laying face down on the bed and I reached for one of my lotions I had bought to use on him; a warming massage oil. Sitting astride his waste I poured some oil into my hands, rubbed them together and started to massage his back and shoulders. He sighed with pleasure and closed his eyes. I continued to work on his body, working my way down his lower back to his ass cheeks and the tops of his thighs. Spreading his legs slightly gave me access to his balls so I gently took them in my hands and started to play; the warming oil making them tingle. With one figure well lubricated I gently slid it into his anus. Letting out an almighty sigh of pleasure he lifted his bottom up a little higher so my finger could go in deeper. With his legs spread and abdomen off the bed, I slid my head under so I could suck on his cock and lick his balls while fucking him up the arse with my finger. I was preparing myself to take a shot in the mouth as I knew it wasn’t going to be too long before he came if I kept it up, but he kept his cool.

I lowered him back down on the bed and continued to massage him, trying to calm him down. With his back to me I thought it was about time I got my own back and gave him what I had planned for him all along. With a demanding tone to my voice I told him to get on all fours like a fucking hound. The change in tone of voice made him curious so he turned around to look at me and saw me there; not a stitch on still apart from a strap on cock. Oh yes, time to get my own back. I wanted to fuck him up the arse so bad, but probably not as bad as he wanted me to. Half of me was expecting an objection but instead he took the oil and rubbed my huge strap on, like he was trying to wank me off. I could see the excitement and horror in his eyes but he wanted it just as bad as I wanted to give it. Obviously knowing how it felt the first time and that he’d never had anything bigger that a finger up his arse I lowered myself in very slowly, pushing against his back as I did so. He let out small cries, but they weren’t cries of pain, they were cries of pleasure; he was loving every moment of it. Once he’s got used to the foreign object pushed into his ass, I penetrated him as deep as he’d let me; grabbing his cock; wankng him from the front and fucking him from behind. It wasn’t long until he came, almost flinging me off the bed.

Composing himself he then turned to me and said “right, you have two holes to fill. Now give me that fucking strap on and turn over”