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“Your ass is so perfect for this,” he purred as the probing continued.
There’d been only one other such intimate sexual moment in our sordid history. That time, we both failed rather miserably to make a real connection. But this was different, substantially different. I’d never felt such personal need overpower the often remote and mystifying Reggie.
“Oooo, sheeeeeeeeeesh,” I grimaced, when his deeper probing produced a fresh burst of pain.
“Relax!” he spoke with command. “You want this as much as I do.”
The firm assurance in his voice was strangely soothing, and I found myself relinquishing regardless of my fears to the contrary. I think he would have played with me forever to make me ready – and I wouldn’t have cared. It felt so vulgar and lewd, the most obscene thing I’d done in a long long while. In spite of the pain, I loved it. I could feel the driving force behind his desire, as he thoroughly seized my entire backside in a rough lusty assault. His one hand mauled me, slapping my rear cheeks with biting smacks, while his other hand continued to probe deeper into the dark terrain of my tightest channel.
My body was about to come. But suddenly the shock of cold liquid splashed along my cleft made me seize up taut as a bow, to which he immediately grabbed my hair in his fist, and whispered tersely, “Relax, slut, relax.” My body responded to his orders, and I knew then what he was about to do.
When he let go of me, he lowered his pants so I could feel the firm hairy skin of his thighs against my ass. Then he played with my pussy for a few moments, which heightened the orgasmic lust rising steadily in my crotch. He pinched my clit and I cried out. He slapped my ass several times to the tune of my passionate groans. Then he washed me again with the cold slippery liquid before I felt the first thrust of his cock at my rear door.
“Oh, yessssssssss…” was my only cry.
“You’ve always had the most fuckable ass,” his voice was dark and sensuous – I wasn’t even sure he was speaking to me, he was so much in his own erotic world. In one long slow invasion he pushed himself inside me to the very hilt.
I opened for him, although anal entry was never something I got used to. It was a defiling, ravishing, uneasy submission to a carnal barbarian of a cultivated man. It reminded me that for all of Reggie’s high moral posturing and exquisitely genteel manner, he was as savage as my own desires that cheered him on.
“You lovely, lovely slut,” he whispered in a voice of lust I’ve rarely heard from him.
For a long while, we rocked together in our beastly heat. He burrowed in, then pulled out, then burrowed in again, and repeated his scheme until there was no discomfort in the act. I’d at last succumbed. By then my ass was just a portal for his use, and I gladly, like wanton harlot of old, relinquished to him. I wondered if he would have taken me without my body’s willing surrender. If I’d still gritted my teeth and bore down and suffered to the end. Something in me desired that kind of surrender as well, something akin to being raped.
But this was a different day. A different Alexandra. A different Reggie.
The more forcefully he thrust inside me, the more I wanted his dominion. He rode me long and hard, and I could have pleasured him this way for as long as he desired. But then, without warning, I heard a deep guttural bellow as he plunged one last time and held his groin against my read. I felt his pulsing organ deposit its seed, stunned by the spasms. My body spasmed back, and for a long while we seemed fused together in that heated moment before either of us was able to move.
Though he threatened to collapse against me exhausted, Reggie didn’t leave me hanging without a proper climax as I thought he might. Instead, he pushed me against the sheets, and with determined manipulation, he toyed with me until I felt the orgasm well inside and burst, all of a sudden. I wrenched, and bucked, and then finally slipped from his grasp.
I wouldn’t expect tenderness from him afterwards. I’m not sure I even wanted it considering the nature of our relationship, the way it had always been. It might have embarrassed us both for either one of us to have tried to be affectionate.
I rolled to one side and looked up at him. He sat on the bed in an uncharacteristic state of disarray. His hair was all askew, as were his clothes. The starched shirt was limp, wrinkled and unbuttoned; and his pants were somewhere on the floor.
“You look different after sex,” I remarked.
“Oh, how so?”
“Decidedly softer.”
“And so do you, Alex.”
If he’d called me Alexandra I might have flinched; when he calls me Alex I can anticipate some degree of friendliness.
“I suppose I should be softer the way you mauled me.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“You know I did. I’m just surprised.”
“Good, I like to surprise you, keep you guessing.” He almost looked happy.
I lounged against my comforter in my disorderly nakedness, with my rose colored hose in runs, and my garter belt all awry. At some point, the bra had been discarded altogether, though I don’t remember when. Reggie looked on me with an expression of lust, there was no other way to describe it, and that pleased me.
“You want to try your cock in my pussy?” I suggested, then thought to add, “After you clean up.”
He chuckled under his breath.
“No, your ass does very well. Maybe you’d like me to take it again before the night’s over.”
