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Bedroom Eyes 34

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Scallop waited silently, in position on her hands and knees. Maires had bent herself over her back, her thighs wide apart. She reached back for my cock as I put my knees between hers, and placed the head of my cock against her asshole. I pressed forward, and entered with only an instant of muscled resistance. She was tight but also slippery; she’d lubed herself very thoroughly. 

She sighed as I pushed deeper into her. Scallop, kneeling beneath her, acting as table for this fuck, held her body tense. She stared into the carpet below her nose, knowing she’d be punished hard and long if she collapsed under our combined weights.

Maires reached back to hold my arse as I pushed into her. She expelled all her breath when I was fully inside her, my groin hard against the blazing heat of her bottom.

We held still for a long, long moment until I felt her breathe again. I withdrew a little then, and pressed forward again. Maires grunted when I was again held deep inside her and pushed back, trying to take me deeper still. Scallop, supporting both our weights, grunted at almost the same moment as Maires. She moved her left knee a little to the left to give herself a more secure base. Maires looked back at me then. She wanted something to happen to Scallop.

I decided she was right and reached for the belt and doubled it, still moving in Maires’s ass. I smacked it hard down Mairse’s right thigh, then the left, so that she sped up under me, and then swung it across Scallop’s bottom.

Scallop barely reacted to the first stroke, though it landed loud and left a bright red stripe, so I gave her five more, making her move under us wth each impact. “Scallop, you will keep yourself still.”

Scallop didn’t look back at me. She suspected that wasn’t allowed just then. She nodded emphatically, knowing she didn’t have permission to speak. I swung the belt again, this time making her gasp, then returned my attention to Maires. I reached under her’s belly and stroked her pussy, more or less in time with my cock in her ass.

Maires’s head lifted and she wailed into the air, a happy sexual squall. We sped up, pushing each other hard, with no thought for poor Scallop below us as she struggled to keep herself upright and still while our fuck became more vigorous and abandoned.

I put my hands back on Maires’s shoulders, still holding the belt, and drove faster and harder. Maires tried to look back at me again, desperation on her face. “Master, may I, may I?”

She broke off, too intensely busy with sensation to manage things like words. I didn’t have much time to decide, I knew. I’d heard that voice before from Maires, and if I didn’t give her permission she wouldn’t be able to hold off for long. I didn’t want to have to punish Maires just then, because all of this was mostly for Scallop’s benefit. So I said, “Yes, girl. For your Master. Now.”

I took up the belt again, laying six more strokes across Scallop’s bottom while Maires screamed and plunged against her back and side. I wanted Scallop to notice and appreciate the unfairness of her being whipped while Maires was getting pleasured.

I plunged three fingers into Scallop’s pussy then and stroked that spongy, engorged upper wall. She cried out then shut her mouth quickly: she was supposed to be silent but that sensation was almost too much to bear.

I knew she’d be happy but I didn’t expect that in just a few seconds she’d open her eyes and mouth wide and come too, trying to be silent like a good girl and wonderfully, musically failing. 

Being dropped very deep into submission had left her reach a state of sexual trance, and it wouldn’t have taken much to trigger that orgasm. But with her concentration scattered her left arm buckled and she fell onto her side under Maires’s and my bodies. We lay together in a pile, stroking and kissing whatever human flesh we encountered. We were loving, exhausted, happy and satisfied with each other.

Scallop knew she was in trouble for failing to be a good table for Maires and me, but for the time being that didn’t matter. Maires kissed her. I kissed her. I spanked her pussy lightly, for comfort.

Wicked Wednesday: Monica gets used (and used to it)

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I liked the little groan Monica gave, when I entered her ass, just the glans of my cock in past that muscle. She’d insisted that I fuck her hard, and not care if it hurt her, so this time I didn’t stop to let her get used to my presence. I pushed forward, into Monica’s lubed but very tight asshole, slowly enough for her to be able to feel herself yielding every centimetre, but faster than usual. 

Then we were pressed together, Monica’s asshole firmly plugged with me, and her heated, well welted bottom pressed against the cooler skin of my groin and the fronts of my thighs. I stopped, loving the sensations, while she panted, hard, four times, like a dog. It was only the second time she’d ever been anally fucked, and that first time had been only about two hours ago. 

I kissed her shoulder. “Getting used to it, girl?”

“No!” She was lying, though. I withdrew again, almost all the way out, and pushed forward again. Monica squealed on the in-stroke. It didn’t sound like pain. It was system overload: too mach sensation. When I’d filled her, and we pressed tight together again, I smacked the left side of her thigh.

The slap rang in the room. Monica said, “Fuck.” It wasn’t a protest.

So we fucked, a heated girl, the man who had beaten and heated her enjoying the warmth blaring from her soft skin. She was moving with me now, and kept her tightly bent ass pressed against me as I fucked her. Monica had been on her hands and knees, but as the fuck progressed her arms slowly buckled and her breasts and face pressed down against the pillows. 

I smiled, not that she could see me. For some reason that collapse looked and felt like surrender, and it touched and reached me. I was already smitten, but it was probably time to think about the longer term soon. Not now, though. I reached down to grasp her hips in my hands, holding her tight and meaning my grasp to hurt her, as I held her tight against me. Monica sighed. It was a happy sound.

And then we fucked. A couple of times I had to slow down, and once I froze, since another move would make me come, and I was enjoying myself too much. Monica liked the hard, fast sequences, and at one stage I suspected her of having sneakily come without permission.

I didn’t make an issue of it. But at last I smacked her hard again, and growled, “Now, little pipi. You come now,” and we moved up a gear, fucking as hard and fast as we could. There was no sneakiness in her second orgasm: she yelled and yowled, my loud girl, and then subsided, panting again, while I pumped her and came in her myself. I sank down onto her back until she was flat on the bed, on her tummy with me on top of her, cock still hard in her ass. 

We kept still for a long time. I think she was enjoying the experience of my cock slowly wilting, shrinking, inside her. So was I. I could only kiss her shoulder. I said, “pipi.”

She said, “Master.” Neither of us meant anything specific. She reached for my right hand and held it. At last I had to withdraw because if I didn’t I’d lose the condom. We turned then and held each other. Usually I wash after anal, even with a condom, or make my girl get a warm cloth and wash me, but we were too fond and happy to care. We rolled over, so I was under her. I stroked her breasts.

Lots of things occurred to me. The one I said was, “You know what a collar means?”

 

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 26

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Yua kept her position, tightly bent, feet wide, holding her ankles, while Asuka pressed two well-lubricated fingers against her asshole. Then Asuka pushed, more ruthlessly than Seamus would have, and Yua cried out a little. Asuka’s fingers worked inside her.

Asuka looked at Seamus. “She’s a silly girl. You caned her much harder than me, and she still makes a fuss.” It was true. Yua’s stripes across her buttocks and upper thighs were red, and black in spots, while Asuka’s were a lighter, pretty, pink. “Would you spank her, Sensei, if she makes more fuss? You’d spank me if I did.” 

Seamus kept his face straight. “Certainly I will.” He stood to Yua’s side and smacked her left cheek, not very hard. A warning. “Yua, keep quiet, and stay in position. Asuka, you won’t mind if I use your cane on this girl as well?”

“Of course not, Master. Anyway, that cane is yours. I gave it to you to do with as you want. Same as me. And now you own this girl.” She withdrew her fingers and coated them again, liberally, with lube.

This time she thrust three fingers into Yua’s ass, again without gentleness.

Yua, her head near her feet, blew out a breath as she was entered, but was careful to make no sound.

Asuka said, “She’s trying to be a good girl, sensei. I think she’s ready for you now.”

“No, Asuka. I used more than that on you. Do it again.”

Asuka again coated her fingers, then pressed her forefinger and index fingers together, and poured a little more onto them. She turned and thrust three fingers into Yua, still not gently, and revolved her fingers inside her, spread the lube evenly, at the entrance and inside. Yua’s face, upside down and between her shins, was fixed in a determined expression. Clearly it had hurt her a little, but she was determined to make no sign in front of her friend. Seamus suspected she’d all protests, wails and tears, if only he were there.   

Asuka withdrew her fingers slowly, this time, and Yua moved, to follow those fingers, as though she wanted their presence to continue. Asuka, her hand free, looked enquiringly at Seamus. “Sensei?” 

“A bit more on me, Asuka. Especially at the head.” Asuka obeyed, and coated the head and shaft of his cock with more of the lube, and then stroked the head, sensual, smiling at him. He suspected that if he came in her hand, and disappointed her friend, at least until he recovered, she would find that endlessly amusing.

Seamus growled, “That’s enough, Asuka. Now go and stand in front of your friend.”

Asuka said, “Hai, sensei.” When she was in place, so that she and Seamus could kiss, with Yua’s body submissively bent between them, Seamus said, “Now take her cheeks, Asuka, and pull them wide apart.”

Yua’s tiny asshole was already perfectly available. He’d given Asuka the order mainly to humble her a little. While his girl spread Yua for him he stepped close behind, his cock slippery between her buttocks. Yua froze. She did not breath.

Seamus positioned his cock against her tight little entrance, and applied a little pressure. She didn’t open, so he pressed a little harder, and she opened to him suddenly, holding his glans inside. Yua gasped. Though he’d been gentler than Asuka, he’d hurt her a little.

He paused and put his hands on her narrow waist. “Just relax, Yua. It’s a new sensation, I know, but it doesn’t take long to get used to it.” He held still, though his body urgently wanted to take more territory. Yua trembled, and that was a sweet sensation, to his sensitive glans. 

At last he heard Yua breathe, and take a breath, and he pressed forward again. She made a little cry as she found herself taken further, but it didn’t sound like pain. Seamus gave her a few more seconds to get used to this deeper intrusion, and then pressed forward again. Yua said, “Ah, sensei.” He wasn’t sure if that expressed pain or appreciation.

In any case he withdrew a little, for the first time, and then pressed forward, still deeper. He continued, each withdrawal ceding less territory, each forward stroke going deeper, until at last his thighs and groin pressed tight against Yua’s well-striped, still-warm, ass. He held that position for what seemed a long time, while Yua waited, not breathing, feeling herself fully invaded, filled. he leaned forward to kiss Asuka. That movement meant he was just a millimetre or two deeper. 

Asuka grinned suddenly. “May I film you, sensei? While you fuck my friend?”

Seamus considered. “No showing it round your friends.”

“Of course not, sensei.”

He wondered about that. But he said, “Yes. All right.”

“Thank you, sensei!” She scampered off, and returned with a little video camera, sold in some Tokyo shops almost as toys. 

Asuka filmed in silence for a while, as Yua began to meet his thrusts. She said, like a television reporter, “Is she tight, sensei? Does she feel as good as me?”

Seamus grinned. He said, “She’s tight, yes, and delicious. But If you ask me for praise again, at the expense of your friend, she’ll get to film me caning you.”

Asuka’s brows raised. She said quickly, “Sorry, sensei.”

Seamus smacked Yua’s tightly bent bottom. “I’m going to fuck you harder you now, Yua. Be a good girl for me, or you’ll both be getting the cane.” 

Yua said nothing. She didn’t think she had the right to speak, and in that she was correct.

Seamus put his hands back on the narrowest part of her waist, held tight, and began to fuck the girl, slowly and deep.

 

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 25

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Asuka remained in position, bent over and holding her ankles. Her asshole had suddenly stopped hosting Seamus’s cock, because he’d pulled out and grabbed his shirt to cover it when Yua came through his front door. Asuka said, “Come back in me, please, sensei.”

But Seamus was glaring at Yua, who walked across the living room to them, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. She took it off and dropped it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Then she undid the catches on her little pleated skirt and let it fall. It turned out she wasn’t wearing any undergarments, and when she stepped out of the skirt she was as naked as Asuka.

She said, “Hello, semsei. I’m not at school now. I’m on my own time. Asuka and I discussed this. You made me come so nicely. I’d like to do that for you.”

Seamus stared. Yua’s body, voluptuous while Asuka was slender, was as always a powerful argument that she should get whatever she wanted. He said, “Yes, you’re beautiful, Yua. You know that too well. And I know it’s true. I’ll even watch you when you turn around and leave. Now, girl.”

 Asuka stared up at him, heard head still down, looking up between her own spread thighs. “Sensei! Seamus, we did talk about it. And we thought perhaps you were refusing her because you thought you should be with me. Only me. But I don’t think of it that way.”

Yua was standing next to him now. She smiled at him and touched her pussy. She opened her mouth. The only garment on any of the three of them was the shirt he’d draped over his cock. She said, “Think of me as a gift. From Asuka, if you like.”

Yua reached down and lifted his shirt away from his cock. He let it happen. She dropped it on top of hers, on the floor beside them. She ran her fingers along the underside of his erection, so it bobbed higher. She said, “Lovely. It’s a good cock, sensei. I promise you I’ll look after it.”

She knelt, next to Asuka, still lightly stroking his cock. She opened her mouth. Seamus considered his choices, Asuka’s asshole, and Yua’s mouth. He had a vague notion that, tempting as Yua’s offer was, she probably shouldn’t take his cock into her mouth just then. He should finish Asuka first.

But he put his hand affectionately on Yua’s hair, so she knew she wasn’t being rejected any more. And he thrust firmly back into Asuka, and she wailed joyfully. He began to fuck Asuka’s ass slowly, and she sighed and moved with him. “Thank you, sensei.”

He had to let Asuka come, but stay in control of himself so he something left over for Yua.

Yua crawled beneath Asuka and licked Seamus’s balls, perhaps to prove to herself that she now had access to Seamus’s cock. But she devoted herself to Asuka’s pussy, licking and fingering her while Seamus occupied that higher, tighter orifice. Seamus pressed his thighs against the back of her head as she worked on her friend.

Asuka was starting to make little gibbering sounds, as if someone was giving electric shocks to a pika.*

Seamus increased their pace, and the gibbering continued, rapid, empty of words, and lower in pitch. Seamus smacked his hand, hard, on the cane stripes on the right slope of her ass, and then gripped her, hard, making her hurt. Her orgasm shook her, immediately, and he felt her anal tube tighten on him, while she screamed, “YAAAAA!” It was low, almost guttural by Asuka’s standards.

If they’d been alone he’d have continued until she screamed again and perhaps again. But he felt he had other duties. He released his grip and patted Asuka lightly. “Good girl. Good girl. Beautiful.”  

“Thank you, sensei!” Seamus withdrew, carefully, but Asuka stayed bent over, presented.

Seamus took a fistful of Yua’s hair and pulled her to her feet. She looked at him, surprised but uncomplaining. Seamus said, “Not your mouth, sexy little Yua. I’m going to do a comparison. Your asshole and Asuka’s. So bend over. Asuka, go and get a cloth, and wipe me clean. And bring me a condom and the lube.”

Yua hadn’t obeyed yet. “You’re going to fuck my ass?”

“I dare say I’m not the first, Yua. Won’t be the last.”

“No, sensei. The women teachers, they wanted my mouth on their pussies. Or their mouths on mine. And the men, they all wanted my mouth and my pussy too. Asuka said you took that virginity, for her. It would be mine, too.”

Seamus wondered if he believed her. It seemed that his cock did. The idea of taking new territory in that delicious body appealed: his cock seemed almost to ache, full, almost heavy.

His mind reminded him that Yua was a liar. On the other hand, her lies tended to be deliberately outlandish to make it obvious they were lies.

That was a kind of honesty. An anal virginity was too mundane to be one of her lies. Probably. He decided it didn’t matter. Except to his cock, and his cock was happy.

Asuka returned with a warm, soapy cloth and slowly, caressingly wiped him clean, then kissed the head. “Can I lube you? Both of you?”

Yua said, “Yes, please!”

Seamus smacked Yua’s left breast, hard. She hissed with the brief pain and looked reproachfully at him. “Not up to you, girl.” Then he shrugged. He said to Asuka, “But yes, anyway. Yua, bend over. Feet wide, grab your ankles. Now!”

Yua said, “Hai, sensei!” and obeyed.

Asuka looked at her friend’s submissively presented body, and smiled conspiratorially at Seamus. She lathered him with lube first, and turned to Yua. She poured a generous amount onto two fingers.

  * A pika is a small creature from Ezo (Hokkaido). Its full name means “Hokkaido crying rabbit”, after its high-pitched calls. The Pokemon favourite, Pikachu, is almost certainly inspired by this little mammal. But when this story is set (the 1980s), there was no Pokemon campany, and Pikachu had never been heard of.   

In the Realm of the Sensei 1

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(A thing from a Work in Progress. I should say that many of my stories start as autobiography, before having details changed to protect the depraved. But in this story, Seamus isn’t me. He’s a guy I used to know.) 

Then, naked except for her socks, Asuka walked carefully to the door to collect her sandals, and put them on, while he admired the movements of her cane-striped bottom. She shuffled to the kitchen and took a shovel and broom from the cupboard under the sink. 

Seamus sat and watched his well striped girl, pretending to read Sei Shonagon while she picked up the pieces of plate.At last she’d swept all the shards and dust onto the shovel and then the kitchen bin. When the kitchen was tidy again, if lacking in crockery, she stood and looked at him, questioning.

“That looks … acceptable. Oh, and bring me the peanut oil.”

Asuka looked puzzled, but she’d accepted that if she was being punished and if her man wanted to cover her in peanut oil, then that was what would be.

She lifted the little bottle from the cupboard, and came back to Seamus, holding the oil in both hands in front of her.

He took it from her gravely. “Now, Asuka, I’m not finished with you. Turn round and bend over again.”

“”Yes, sir.” She wiggled as much as she dared, once she had her back to him, since she was confident that he admired her ass. Then she bent over, and touched her toes as she’d been while he’d caned her.

“Good girl. Feet apart a little more, Asuka.” She shuffled obediently. But he smacked the inside of her right thigh and said, “Further.”

She obeyed, less puzzled. But she made an interrogative noise when he lubricated his forefinger and pressed against her little asshole. Then there was realization, and she said something like, “Whoo.” In wonder.

Seamus pressed his forefinger into her, to the first knuckle, then less slowly to the second. He twisted his finger inside her tight, clinging orifice, and then withdrew, to put more lubricant on his finger.

Asuka held herself very still. Her face, upside down between her knees, was wide-eyed, mouth open. He smiled at her, and smacked her left buttock, then her right, with his hand, and then lubricated two fingers.

Lasshole fucker 5

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Ngaire could feel Freddie’s hands on her hips, his body pressed against her while his cock moved, fat and no doubt happy, in her ass. She moved her body, rocking back and forward on his cock to respond to and drive its urgency. She could feel his body, half covering her, seeming to vibrate as if he was holding himself back as well as taking her.

She felt droplets on her shoulders and knew it was sweat shaken from his hair. Her hair hung over her face, wet with her sweat, though it wasn’t an especially warm night. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t see anything but her own arms and hands and the sheet below her face, but she knew exactly what his face looked like at that moment, intent and anguished.

His sex face: she’d come to know his sex face.

Their fuck was getting faster, and she was driving that. Freddie was letting her lead, reacting to her desire. She could feel that ball of tension somewhere below her stomach, in touch with her spine, building and tightening on itself and getting ready to burst, and she grunted, loud, though her nose. He growled in response, and she felt his body flatten on hers, his chest on her back, his hands on hers. And he was no longer holding himself back. He battered her, and her body answered him, exultant. 

His movements were harder, faster, deeper and Ngaire fell slowly forward under his assault until she lay flat on her stomach, legs apart, ass still tilted up for him.

Their bodies moved together, needing more and pushing for it. Until that ball of tension burst.

She tensed and tried to raised her imprisoned hands from the bed and cried, head down, “Woooo-ohhhh”. He recognised her orgasm, since he’d caused enough that morning, and held her tight with his arms and thighs and came in her. He said something unintelligible when he came. It seemed to be pro-Ngaire, whatever it was.  

She wanted to say something loving, though declarations of love were to be avoided. but nothing came to her, not in the form of words. He’d know anyway, she decided.

His cock was still in her. He hadn’t started to soften, and she could hear and feel his heart pounding. She turned her right hand to hold his. He took her hand; palms together. They intertwined fingers. She had no words but she hoped that said what she wanted to say.  

Kink of the week: An anal virginity

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She was on her hands and knees, looking at the sheet below her. “I mean, I’ve been wanting to try this. I’ve wanted to get my ass fucked for ages.”

I smiled and hoped she wouldn’t see. If I said something that impersonal to her, there’d be hell to pay. “Well then, it’s lucky I’m here.”

She didn’t realise I was joking. She said, quickly, “And I think it should be you. You… Well, at least you know what you’re doing. I think.”

“I’m honoured. No, seriously. And I want you. Right now especially your ass.” I took her hand by the wrist and put it on my cock, to demonstrate the point. “I absolutely want to fuck your ass.” 

“O”. She stroked gently. A hard cock is, after all, generally a sincere compliment. Then she tightened her grip so she could feel the blood, beating, throbbing for her. It’s a perfectly ordinary cock, mine, but there was no doubting its enthusiasm at that moment. She nodded. Obviously I didn’t have any doubts.

“I guess I want you to do whatever you like. So long as you do it hard.” But she had one more thought. “Still, remember… this is my first time.”

I looked at her with disbelief, then quickly got that expression off my face. Anyway, she meant she was trusting me, and that’s always an aphrodisiac. Anyway, it was time to stop thinking. I took one of my condoms, ripped the packet open with my teeth, and rolled the thing onto my cock.

There’s a speech I usually make at that moment, about how I’d hate it if anything hurt her, apart from good hurts that don’t count, so she should tell me at once if anything didn’t feel good. And she can set the pace, as slow and gentle or hard and fast, as she felt comfortable with. Then I cover saying no, safewords, and a few related topics. That’s what I usually say. But intuition can tell you odd things.

This time I just smacked her bottom again. She yelped, not displeased. I used the command voice to tell her to keep that ass up and get her knees further apart so I could fuck her. If she didn’t I’d smack her till she did as she was told. This was bullshit, but she nodded seriously.

She spread her knees as wide as they’d go, which lowered her ass a few inches closer to the bed. Buggering her in that position would be very comfortable. For me, at least. I said, “perfect, girl.” I reached under her belly to squeeze her cunt. She sucked her tummy in and spread just a little wider, to give me better access.

She was utterly, soppy wet to my touch. I want to roll her onto her back and kiss her cunt. Then fuck her. But that wasn’t the agenda, and it was time. So I growled, “Keep still,” so she had something to obey, and pressed my slippery left forefinger and index finger against the tight little bud of her asshole.

Her asshole, now holding two of my fingers up past the first knuckle, was extremely tight. It took a moment for her little muscled ring to yield and open. Still, she was very thoroughly lubed. Once my fingers were inside her, I could slip in to the second knuckle without too much difficulty. 

She held herself tense, ass still enticingly in the air, and her face was set. She was withholding judgement but expecting this to hurt. 

I said, “How you going? This ok?” 

“Uh.” She shook her head. “I hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate. It’s very… invasive.” 

She was staring at her pillow, focused on her sensations and not on me, except for two of my fingers.

I smiled. “Yeah. You don’t have many secrets left, from the man with his cock up your ass.” 

That was nonsense too, like a lot of things I’d said that night. 

But it seemed that she liked feeling invaded, and that would intensify that feeling. She only said, “Ohh.” And she left her mouth open after she’d said it. 

I squeezed more lube into my hand, coating my fingers and inserting more into her ass. Then I slowly fucked her with my fingers, letting her imagine how my cock would be, once I was demandingly inside her. The reality of the fingers, and the proximity of my cock, seemed to be good, sensual things, and her noises were soft and appreciative. But eventually I withdrew my fingers. She seemed to mind their absence. 

I coated the condom liberally, especially around the head of my cock. “You can tell me to stop and pull out any time. Or to slow down.” 

Her mouth quirked. My solicitousness didn’t fit the experience she was having. She was enjoying being brutally fucked. By a brutal fucker. She said, “I know that. And I’m fine. Don’t fuss.” 

Not so long ago she’d been warning me that this was her first time. It seemed she’d decided she could handle this without any more warnings. I smacked her upper thigh, hard, and she settled back, her arse up and presented. I took my place kneeling between her knees, my hands on her hips, and my cock nosing urgently against that lube-slicked little star. A dark star.

I lined my cock up against her asshole with my hand, and kept my cock steady while I pushed against her. After a couple of second’s of resistance, there was that sudden, dramatic opening, as Qing’s rectal muscles yielded, and I was inside her. Just the head of my cock at this stage, being held by a tight and reactive little ring.

Once my cock had taken its first entrance of her I slowly pushed a little further forward to make sure I couldn’t slip out of her ass by accident.

Then I moved a little deeper still and her ring tightened on the shaft of my cock.

She trembled under me, on her bed on her hands and knees, with most of my weight on her back and my cock half-buried in her ass. I was riding her a little higher than I had so far that night, and that seemed to come with its own symbolism attached.

The higher angle, not to mention the tightness of her ass, was a new sensation, too. In sex a small difference is a huge difference, if you’re paying attention. 

Her tight little tube held my cock firmly and softly. If it was heavenly, and it seemed so, then I was in heaven.

Many submissive women don’t like anal. And plenty of women enjoy being fucked up the ass but don’t care about bdsm at all. I know that, but I also know that that moment of give, when a woman opens and yields up her ass to my cock, always feels like submission. At least to me. That’s part of what makes anal possession of a woman feel so hot and so savage, even though the dom is (or should be) taking a lot of care not to really hurt her. She’s submitted, or at least given the dom that illusion.

She was puffing as if she’d run a mile. A sex mile, with me riding on her back. She still couldn’t manage to produce words, but she nodded. I smiled at her. She made the kissy face, so we were good.

Because I needed to, I pushed my cock further into her, revelling in every movement. She grunted (“oh, that’s happening”) but she seemed happy to be buggered. At each moment I could feel her start to resist I’d stop and withdraw a little, as slowly as I could, and thrust forward again.

Each movement took my cock a little further into her, and withdrew a little less. Until my belly pressed against the silky warmth of her ass, my cock deeply and completely inside her. I wanted to tell her I was pleased with her. I said, “Ah fuck, girl.”

That was probably about as sensible as whatever it was that she’d just said, but at least I hadn’t screamed mine. Then we both forget about words and breathing, and fucked in silence, until I stopped holding her hips and dropped my hands to support my weight on the bed.She fell forward onto her breasts and shoulders, arching her ass up at me. Tightly joined, she put her hands on the backs of mine and held tight. 

I started to speed up because her sweetly tight ass and her own arousal had taken me past the point where I could choose whether or not to come. Qing stopped still, suddenly, pushing herself hard but slowly against my cock, getting it as deep as possible.

I could feel contractions inside her. Then she rocked as fast as she could, making high-pitched squealing and gibbering noises.

She’d have fallen flat on the bed once she’d come but I wouldn’t let her. I held her ass tight up against me and fucked her until I’d come too. Then we lay together, with my arm around her and my cock still hard inside her. For a long time there was no reason to move or speak.

Sinful Sunday: In the middle of the night

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it was three in the morning. They’d spent the night fucking, but – to her surprise – he hadn’t spanked her. His belt lay on the sheet beside them, as it usually did when they were in bed, and the cane hung on the wall beside the bed. Both were unused.

She thought they were going to sleep now, but he said, “Up, girl. Up!” The first time he said “up” it was as though he had a treat for her: there was mischief, and enticement, in his voice. The second time it was clearly an order. 

She murmured, “Yes, Master,” and rolled out of bed, and stood up. HJe got up and put on a dressing gown. He didn’t offer hers. He took her by the hand and led her out of the house. 

The night air was cool on her skin. She could feel goosebumps forming on her shoulders and breasts. She wore only her wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar. She was grateful for the little bands of warmth they offered.

She could hear birds above, sleeping in the trees, mildly complaining at their disturbance, then deciding they were no risk and returning to silence. There were nocturnal mammals around, she knew, but they had heard humans and crept away. 

He led her down past the greenhouse, down the slopes to the bottom of the garden, a spot under the plum tree, over-looking the valley.

There was a trestle there. She’d never seen it before, or anything similar, though she knew what it was. And what it was for. He’d made it for her. 

“Bend over, little one. Legs apart, head down. And reach your arms right down.” She obeyed, and attached her wrist and ankle cuffs to the snap bolts he’d put in, low on each side. She experimented a little, so she could confirm to herself that she was helpless, held fast.

He fetched from below the plum tree a wooden paddle. She hadn’t seen that before either.   It looked very home-made.

He held it to her mouth, and she kissed it. Her heart was beating fast. It was hard, and it was nearly an inch thick. He’d made it, just to hurt her with it.

He took the paddle from her mouth, and stepped back. He said nothing.

Then it landed, against her lower bottom. Noise and pain overwhelmed her, and she yelped. She didn’t usually cry out at the first impact, but this was too strong. She was in its control, not hers.

By the third impact she was wailing continuously. Not loud, but uncontrollably. Except by Master. He was in control of the sounds she made, how she moved and what she felt, and when.

The paddle landed, over, and over. The strokes got no harder, but each one hurt a little more, burnt more fiercely, than the one before. Now she jerked each time the paddle landed, body rocking with the impact but held fast by her cuffs. If it was cold, naked in the night air, she no longer knew it. She knew nothing but pain, and the sound of her own wailing, what Master called her pain-song. 

Eventually she became aware that the paddling had paused. Her Master said, “Thirty-six.”

She’d had three dozen! Simply for his pleasure. But at least it was over.

He said, “So I think, just four more. You can count and thank me, for these last strokes.”

Then the paddle again, against her lower bottom, almost reaching her cunt. “Aiieee! Uh. Uh. Oh, fuck. Thirty seven, Master. Thank you!”

“Good girl.”

He concentrated on her lower bottom and upper thighs. But when she said “Forty, thank you, Master,” he didn’t tell her she was good.   

Instead she felt his hands holding her hips like talons, holding her as if her cuffs weren’t enough. His cock slipped into her cunt, deep, then all the way out, then deep, then out. She breathed in time with his movements. It was so good. But on the fourth withdrawal, his cock didn’t return. She stopped herself from protesting. That paddle was on the lawn beside her. He pushed her ass down, and she felt his cock pressing against her sphincter.

Her head dropped, helpless, as he thrust into her ass. He usually took his time when he butt-fucked her, but now he was urgent, insatiable need. She heard him grunt once, when he was all the way inside, his cock deep in her ass and his body pressed against the fierce heat of her buttocks. Then he fucked her, hard, fast, working on his own orgasm. Not hers. But soon, ruthlessly fucked, she heard herself wailing again. Not a pain song. 

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The halo of light above my girl’s body: I’m not sure what that was. But I like it. It was a night of mysteries, and there was something deep and sacred going on. I don’t know what it was, in technical terms, but to me it adds to the magic and mystery.

 

 

Anal sex and bdsm

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It’s sometimes assumed that anal sex is almost a sub-category within bdsm, that anal sex is inherently bdsm, and people who do bdsm necessarily have anal sex.

Of course this isn’t true. Lots of vanilla heterosexual and vanilla gay couples have anal sex without it having any bdsm resonance for them; it’s just a variation. And lots of bdsm people don’t have anal sex in their repertoire. They are different categories, bdsm sex and anal sex. Some people do both, and some people do one or the other.

Still, I’m one of the people who does both. And I find that I feel very masterly, very dominant, while taking a submissive woman anally. It doesn’t have to be a bdsm thing, but when it happens in a bdsm context, then for me it becomes very strong, very intensely bdsm.

So, I thought, how come? What are the connections between anal sex and bdsm? 

The obvious and wrong answer is that the submissive receives and the dominant penetrates: they take the “active” role. But that isn’t necessarily how anal works in bdsm works. Aleister Crowley, for example, used to flog his male submissives, and then make them bugger him. He’d give instructions on how fast or how deep, and they knew they were in trouble if they didn’t please their master. 

It’s never what you do, in bdsm: it’s what it means.

I think the thing that’s common to both anal sex and bdsm is that they have a kind of hard intimacy. I think of the Nine-Inch Nails song, “I want to fuck you like an animal; I want to feel you from the inside.” Which isn’t necessarily a song about anal sex. Still, it’s that urge that I’m thinking about; to be truly inside one’s submissive’s body, to feel her.

The vagina is in a sense part of the outside of the body. (Germaine Greer got in trouble for pointing this out, a few years back; but for once the mad old bat was right). It’s not a hole; more like a fold, or an indentation, in the body, a thick-skinned one, evolved to deal with the outside world and with intrusions.

The anus is different. It’s thin-skinned. That’s one reason why anal sex is more risky, in terms of contact injuries and viral transmission.

In a strict medical sense the anus can also be said to be outside the body, the same sense in which the whole system involving the mouth, the throat, stomach and entire alimentary canal, is outside the body. Think of it was the inner part of a tube; the interior curve of a tube is still part of the exterior surface of the tube. Or, if you like, think of a tea-cup. You put tea “in” the cup, but the tea-receptacle part of a cup is still outside of the cup itself. Inside the cup, it’s porcelain.

But still, the hell with science and medicine.

The experience is that anal penetration is intimate. You are closer; you have to take greater care because of that; there’s great intimacy, of sensitive male flesh and skin inside sensitive female flesh and skin, moving together, carefully, body to body. (Leaving pegging out if it, for the moment: the dildo doesn’t feel anything. It’s the symbolism, not the sensation, that counts.) 

Dominants and submissives need to know each other, to be in something close to telepathic contact. Sometimes that very close contact can be experienced in anal sex.

There are other connections between anal sex and bdsm, but intimacy seems to me to be the most powerful.