Sabrina stands in the bathroom, her back to the mirror with a guilty expression on her usually pure face.
“What is it?” I don’t have time for shit today. We have a plane to catch in eleven hours and a mountain of work to finish before then.
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I was after a little privacy.”
Interesting move. Privacy? For what? From whom? “Are you doing something you shouldn’t be?”
“No, sir.” Her reply is authoritative. She’s hiding something. Her posture belies her words. My pinky finger scoops the hem of her dress when my palms vice her thighs.
“No?” She blanches, turning her head away. Is she… embarrassed?
“I’m still bleeding. Since the shot, I’ve been irregular. I’m sure you don’t want to?—”
“I want you. I don’t care when or where.”
“But the blood. It’s going to be messy and—” The column of her throat vibrates as she talks. My dick, already hard and aching to be inside her, swells further.
“Multiple orifices mean multiple options. Women are complex creatures, yes?”
“Um… yes. Sure, we are.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. Adorable.
I spin her to face the mirror and press my body against the vibrating heat of her back. Trailing a fingertip up the back ofher thigh, past the crease at the base of her buttocks, I inhale her. “Tell me, has anyone had you… here?”
“Not yet,” she says so quietly I almost miss it.
“Hmmmm,” I hum into her arched neck. “I get to be the first.” Sliding her underwear down, I admire the way her round ass invites me to make it my own. She’s pert and tight, temptation personified.
“Take this off,” I demand, pulling the zipper of her dress down and watching her step out of it. Standing in a lace demi-cup bra. She is a vision. My hands move to her mouth, prying her lips open with each thumb. “Suck.”
Bri obeys, swirling her sinful tongue around my thumbs and hollowing her cheeks to allow me deeper access to her throat. Holy shit, she is a vixen. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, determined and driven. “Get them nice and wet. I want them dripping.”
Pulling my hands away, I ease her feet apart and bend her over the counter. My fingertips draw a path down her pebbled flesh, and between the crack of those plump rounds. I stroke around her puckered hole before easing a digit inside, stretching and probing.
“Oh, that feels so…”
“Good?”
“I was going to say full. Or foreign.”
“Full, yes. Foreign? No, there is nothing foreign about anal sex, Sabrina. I want all of you. Your mouth and pussy are mine. Your puckered asshole will be owned by my thick dick too.”
The opposite thumb joins the first, probing, stroking, and easing her tight ring of muscle open. Bri lets out a delicious moan that has my balls ready to implode.
“Lube,” I breathe. “Second drawer on the right.”
Bri’s trembling hand reaches for the second drawer. She pulls it open and fumbles around until she locates the silvertube with the black lid. I take it from her hand, continuing to probe her with the other thumb.
“I have a tampon in. Is that okay?”
“It is. When did you insert it?”
“About ten minutes before you walked in here.”
That’s perfect. It’s still dry enough to offer the resistance needed to offset my cock in her ass. It will be a full, almost overpowering feeling, but one I hope she enjoys. I love anal sex, and introducing Sabrina to it makes me proud and impatient. “Just relax, Bri,” I encourage.
I coat my shaft in a generous amount of cool lube, using a hand to glide another squirt around, and inside her hole. Her hands vice the countertop while her head hangs between her shoulders. Sheisnervous. As she should be. I’m not an average man.
I spread her cheeks apart, meeting her in the mirror when her head lifts. “That’s perfect. Eyes on me while I fuck this virgin ass.” My head nestles at her opening, gentle hip thrusts guiding it inside her and allowing her time to accommodate my girth.
