Lesbian Barb and Mollie; BFF's & More

Barbara was all nerves. Nerves and giddy anticipation. She'd pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and turned off the ignition.

Dammit, she now had those nagging, 'Is this such a good idea' feels. She could just stop this bullshit right now, start up the car, and get back home to watch some lame-ass TV show and empty out the contents of her ice-box in the kitchen. Nobody would get hurt and she could just ignore the messages to her phone.

What she was considering doing was a leap. She'd messed with Mollie earlier that day and she could rationalize all that business away. She was seeking sexual comforts with a woman because her man at home wasn't delivering. There was no harm in it... it was like masturbation or jail house sex, she told herself.

THIS however, was different. It meant the hands and mouth and shoulders and smell of a man. It meant cock and balls and not those of the man currently sharing a wedding ring with her. It was a leap, and a leap that she couldn't easily rationalize away.

She grabbed the key still in the ignition and placed her foot on the gas pedal in preparation to start her car and race home like a good little scared rabbit should. Then she thought about the mediocre cock and balls she might get in a few days if there was nothing good on television that night and her little cock-blocking larvae didn't stay up past their bedtime.

She was passing up bomb dick that she'd been hungry for now going on several months. She'd never even seen it, not so much as one dick pic. She just knew the dick was the bomb and the ass attached to it was grab-able. She knew the chin had just the right amount of stubble to scratch along her neck. She knew those shoulders would be just the right width to make her feel delightfully weak beneath. She knew that tongue would go into places on her body her own hubby had never even dreamed of licking or probing. She knew it... she just fucking knew it.

She turned the key. The engine turned over as it always did. She looked over her shoulder to back out... and considered just one more time about what she was passing up.

She whirled around and faced her steering wheel and began to beat upon it. Her hands flailing with rage at her own indecisiveness. In the back of her mind... she wasn't nailing her steering wheel; she was beating her video game playing, TV watching, going to bed early and sleeping hubby... about the head and shoulders!

"DAMMIT! DAMMIT! GODDAMIT!!" she raged, furious at her situation, "EEAYYAGGGHHH! SONOVABITCH!!"

It was then she shut the engine off. She wiped a frustrated tear from her eye and cursed herself for being so stupid. She found her inner, "big girl," the girl that liked MAN. The girl that craved MAN SKIN, MAN SCENT, MAN HAIR, MAN FLESH... MAN COCK. She put the indecisive little girl in her purse along with her keys after slamming the car door shut and stepping off towards the lobby entrance of the hotel.

"Let's fucking do this," she whispered to herself in an effort steel her own resolve.

She pushed the lobby doors open and stepped inside. She wasn't chickening out. Her mind was made up... but her heart was racing. She was a deer who'd committed itself to crossing a dangerous road; determined to push out into the unknown but with a sense of retreat nagging in the recesses of its senses.

She walked through the lobby. Was the lady at the desk staring at her?

"No," she told herself, beating herself up for just being paranoid. The woman was simply smiling at her and then went back to her reading. Barb just needed to keep on walking.

She rang for the elevator. The doors opened and luckily it was empty. She felt a throb. It was the beat in her chest; seemingly going a mile a minute. She stepped inside and rode up, not noticing her own shakes.

She was out in the hallway of the second floor, standing on that oh too squishy wishy carpet that hotels seem to like. She began to hunt for the room.

"Two Seventeen... two seventeen," she whispered to herself as her eyes went from room number to room number.

Halfway down the hall she found the door she was looking for. She went to knock... and saw the door was slightly ajar but with a DO NOT DISTURB SIGN hanging from the knob. He'd left things open for her. She knocked anyhow; her pulse absolutely racing.

"Come in," rang out a voice from someplace inside beyond the door. She pushed and stepped in; closing the door behind her.

It was dark in there, so dark. The shades were closed. To one side of the suite and opposite the kingsized bed, a lamp hung over a small table but it had been left off. There was no light either from the television in the corner.

The room was quiet. It was then she detected a presence in the corner, seated quietly in the shadowy gloom. Him.

"You're late," his voice split the dark. It wasn't loud or booming. It was calm, and yet carrying a note of correction, as if she'd taken too long getting home from the bus stop after school.

She tried to adjust her eyes to the dimness. He was in some sort of recliner, sitting in his suit and simply waiting for her, calmly. She could barely make out the face (but only for an instant), as he snapped on the light behind him with a remote.

Bright glare angled just so caught her right in the pupils. It was hot, it was overpowering. He'd seen to it. Advantage was his.

Her sight instantly became dazzled as if she'd looked directly into a stage spotlight. He remained seated, but now completely lost in the blast of whiteness forcing her to squint.

"You are late," he said again.

"You said, five minutes I got here..."

"In eight," he corrected her.

"I tell you five," he continued, "you decide you want simply take your time, trying to decide if you want to come up here, sitting down in your car wondering if this is a good idea? Is that it?"

She was uneasy now. His words took on a tone as dark as the rest of the room and yet, something about it ...appealed to her? The words were strong and authoritative; yet they remained calm, self-assured even.

"Okay," he sighed, "you'll learn."

She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. She simply stood and waited. He looked at the digital alarm clock by the bed and noted the time. She saw him shrug and sigh to himself.

"Come here," he told her.

She approached. In her mind she expected to perhaps have him rise and give her a kiss or a hug or whatever it is one does when one meets somebody they've been sending illicit texts and PM's to for months. She didn't really know what was correct but as she was about to embrace him she realized just two steps from him he was still seated in the dark.

"Stop there," he told her.

She did, her eyes now right up in that goddamnable lamp's glare, and standing before him. He was there, but he'd disappeared behind that blast of whiteness. She squinted and started to say something but was cut off with,

"Shhhuussshhhh."

He said it in a calm, collected whisper; so sure of itself. He was driving this bus. She was just here for the ride and it was all clear to her now in that one soft... SHUSH.

"Well," he said more to himself than her, "if you can't be quiet, I guess there are ways..."

From the darkness, out shot his hand. It dove into her still-open purse; retrieving that wicked set panties... the slightly soiled thong of Mollie's she'd taken with her by accident from the dressing room and sniffed by her car in the mall parking lot. Apparently she'd absentmindedly stuffed them in her purse and in her haste to make it to the hotel she'd left them visible, (like flag waiting to be noticed). They were most indeed noticed, in fact and stuffed quite unceremoniously in Barb's gaping "o" shaped hole beneath her nose.

As the arm had flashed into the light, she saw for a moment his face as he leaned forward. It was the face she'd seen so many times on social media; strong chin, pug nose, broad cheekbones and solid jaw. She noticed the eyes. They were just as she'd remembered; intelligent and mischievous, but here she saw something else. There was a spark of anticipation in them, as though he loved what he was doing and what he saw. Then the face and the eyes were gone, retreating with the arm back into the dark.

"Raise that skirt," he said to her, "touch yourself."

Her hands moved down to the hem of her dress and pulled things up and away; exposing herself to him. She did this instinctively, now wanting to just bare herself to him and to feel so vulnerable in the light. He'd known she'd wanted it to be like this... she'd told him in so many, many chats late at night when her husband was asleep and she was face down in her phone. He'd remembered.

As she stroked up and down upon her hooded-eraser tip of a clit; she wondered if he liked what he saw, back there in the dark of his vantage point. His hands moved to his belt and he unzipped. Out came a prominent erection, met by an appreciative hand that immediately went to work on the veiny shaft of flesh.

Well now... she had her answer, didn't she!

He could see she was having a difficult time of it, standing before him trying to rub one out and hold her dress up at the same time with that thong wadded up in her cheeks like a silk pacifier. Good. He liked seeing her a little, "out of sorts." He did, however, think perhaps that dress was being a bit of a nuisance.

"Pull off that dress over your head," he told her calmly, "get everything off and just leave the heels on."

Up went the dress over her head and shortly she was naked as the day of her birth, save that wicked pair of high heels and of course that thong dangling from her lips like a piece of spaghetti. She felt so awkward and at a disadvantage; to be doing the 'clothed male, nude female thing'... and yet, she wasn't complaining. She liked that particular sense of weakness that came from CMNF, especially as he stroked himself; simply observing her as she flipped away at her bean.

He watched intently and she pleased herself for him... and for her. She could sense that he was studying her; every stroke she made on herself, every caress. She could see that as her excitement rose, so did his... in the form of a leaky teardrop forming at the tip of his cock.

Her thoughts were interrupted by him batting her fingers out of the way. He wanted to touch her. She sucked in her breath at the first touch of his fingers at her sex.

"Pull your nipples and twist them," he told her, his voice just a soft calming whisper. She complied as round and around his fingers stroked her lovely little button... smack bang in the middle of her Venus mound.

She adored having those breasts of hers teased and tweaked. Her nipples were so sensitive and in need of a good troubling. Her guess he was just the guy to do it, although again he was studying precisely how she tugged and rubbed at her nippies... gaging what her perky little titty-nubs would stand.

After a minute or so of this he'd seen enough. He knew what she was capable of, just by watching her please herself. He had a sixth sense of these things and it never failed him.

"Come over here to the side of the chair," he told her, patting the arm rest.

She did as told. He pulled the damp thong from her mouth. He smiled.

"Ok princess," he said holding the little silk gob stopper in his hand, and speaking to her in a warm friendly male voice that dripped honey "now you can kiss me,"

She bent down next to him. Putting her face up to his with one of her eyebrow's cocked she summoned up the courage to say,

"Oh can I?"

She was being a brat. She was a brat at heart and very much in her element when she misbehaved. Back at home Jay would have seen this as an annoying bit of willfulness but Mr B... he saw this as just the challenge he'd been looking for. His cock actually jumped in his lap at her insolence.

She leaned in and kissed him. It was a good first kiss. She had never met him face to face; a few online chats, a few flirty messages... that was all she knew of him. Now her lips met his and she found that mouth to be firm and strong. Their mouths opened and for a few seconds tongues darted back and forth... tasting one another and testing the waters.

Her hand now batted his fingers away from his cock. She seized him up in her fist and began to stroke and pump him, her thumb swirling around the dewy pre-cum at the tip as she and he continued to kiss... and kiss and kiss.

She loved what she smelled. She loved what she tasted. She loved what she felt in her hand; throbbing, pulsing, and oozing its lovely clear oozy drizzly drizzle. She proceeded to beat it, servicing him... pleasing him as they kissed.

Soon she felt the urge to push the boundaries a bit. She'd spoken back to him... what would be the harm of a little mischief? She licked his nose and nibbled his chin giggling as she jerked him.

"Stop it," he smirked playfully.

"Stop what?" she said continuing to nibble his chin and jaw and neck; huffing in his scent as her hand stroked stroked stroked him down below.

"Stop it," he said again with a voice still full of play but a bit sterner.

"Or?" she replied in his ear.

She was being a total naughty shit. She felt his cock pulse and leap in her palm. It also happened to be when one of his hands lept up in a flash and seized her hair.

"Or this," came his snarl back into her ear, pulling her hair and making her scalp tingle. It wasn't menacing... there was play but he was letting her know who was stronger and if need be, meaner.

She loved this. Her clit suddenly twitched. Bratty Red Riding Hood had woken up the wolf and the sonovabitch was hot and hungry.

"Yeah," she mocked, "you think a little hair pull is going to hurt me?"

"No," he said, forcing her head with yank down to his crotch with one hand by her twisted brown locks, "but this will!"

A second later and Barb felt him switch hands, a new set of fingers getting a fresh grip in her locks. A split second later, the other hand came down to split her ass with a good hard cracking SPANK!

She puppy yelped; her voice muffled by cock and sweaty balls forced up into her face. Her ass stung like she'd sat down onto a fucking hornets' nest. Her puss however, juiced. Her clit throbbed.

"Suck it," he seethed at her, "suck it like a the brat you are! The fucking brat who needs some manners!"

He wasn't entirely angry... it was more play, but stern play. It was like she was being taught a lesson by a rough n' tumble bully; making her eat grass or worms on the playground. She loved that voice and she giggled as the dong smacked her in the nose. She squealed as another hard spank landed on her bare ass and stung like a firecracker!

She opened her mouth and drew him in. She began to suck, taste and savor. It was the taste of him. It was the taste she'd longed for and now here it was, pulsing in her mouth, dribbling its clear pre-ejaculate for her tongue to relish each note of HIM. She could tell even by these little clear dribbles and droplets of man-sap; he'd definitely finished his pineapple for breakfast before hopping on that plane to cum here... errmmm come here! She contemplated writing a thank you letter to all the wonderful people at Dole if all of this came out well in the end.

He kept his fingers clenched in her hair; moving her pretty noggin up and down with his fist as if masturbating with her very skull. He'd found the correct pace he desired, and his lungs let go with a happy moan; heartfelt and honest.

The sound was not lost on her. It was the mating call of a happy male of the species in "the rut" and she took smug satisfied pleasure in the fact she'd pleased him.

She redoubled her efforts; as if she were absolutely ravenous, nursing at the cock of the wolf, (good but terribly playful and greedy kitten that she was). It was then that his attention turned back to the twin globes of that bare un-protected ass of hers swaying next to him, up and just beyond the armrest.

The air in the room was now punctuated with yet another loud CRACK of his hand down upon her ass. She screamed into the cock gagging her mouth and her eyes teared slightly. She hoped that he'd do it again. He'd do it again, right?

CRACK!! She wasn't disappointed. She sucked and nursed as her tears began to trickle, (both from her eyes and her now lightly juicing box)!

The thought that she might be "dewing-up" wasn't lost on him either, for that matter. He ceased spanking that marvelous ass of hers and reached behind her. A man's hand that had stung her ass damned hard just a moment before, now found her slit. He began to probe with just a fingertip into the hot steamy dampness of her folds; teasing and delighting her at the same time.

He bumped the nub of her throbbing clit. It was enough to make her bounce ever so slightly against him and she gag-groaned upon the cock hammering away at her tonsils; letting him know he'd hit the spot. He teased her "there" for a few moments, circling and circling that raging little pink starter-button beneath its hood before moving to her "she-hole."

That hole, that warm sex-scented pit of mystery; it required further exploration he'd determined. It wanted it to happen as well. It so desperately needed it, in fact. Her bellyaching whimpers vibrating upon his cock told him as much! It was like a telegraphed message saying, "poke me, prod me, stick me, stuff me!"

He went in. He probed in up to the first knuckle for starters; just resting there and feeling her sex squeeze him from all sides. If not for the tears and the spanking, he'd have sworn he was a teenager again on a car date, what with the onset rush of excitement he felt at "breaking quim" with a digit as he began yet another finger fuck. He wasn't however, sitting in a borrowed car that he had to get back by eleven (and this wasn't some moon-eyed cheerleader who was going to just let him diddle her twat and that would be it) No, this was just the start of it!

Barb felt the finger wiggle and swirl around in tiny circles in the cozy little front-parlor of her cunt-hole. It stroked the entrance gently; simply exploring the empty space and the warm silkiness of her pink grotto. She pushed her ass back a bit onto it, letting him know she was keen for him to proceed as her head bobbed on the pulsing shaft between her lips.

One finger was joined presently by a second; stretching the pink warm silkiness of the sex-pit. She could tell he enjoyed finger fucking as much as she. It was something that took both of them back to earlier times in their lives... when sex was fun and uncomplicated; back before planes, and cover stories and inboxes that needed deleting before hubbies came home.

Back and forth the two fingers sawed, pushing against the feminine squeeze of her sex-flesh, up into her depths now. She didn't realize she was rocking her hips slightly against the lovely manicured pair of manly knuckled pussy pokers, but oh he noticed!

He promptly inserted a third finger and released her hair. It didn't matter, she knew better; she wasn't about to stop sucking... and he needed both his hands free for what was to cum... errrrrm ...I mean come.

He pulled her ass around more in his direction with his free hand so that her spine now bent around like a lovely lima bean. Her booty was now point away at a forty-five-degree angle to him; providing him better access than before. She continued to suck him but now was quite bent; like a semi-truck about to jack-knife as it attempted to turn around on an icy road.

What was he up to?

Well for starters; she felt the presence of a fourth finger pushing itself into her pussy-pit. His thumb now found her clit and those four fingers up inside her curved to find her G-spot. She approved. His free hand now rose and fell with several more spanks, (each stinging delightfully as she sucked, sucked and sucked him appreciatively).

Then as quickly as the spanks came, they simply stopped. His other hand exited her stretched pink cunt blossom as well. She was disappointed.

This was just getting good. What the fuck? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

She raised her head to protest but was just as quickly and roughly forced back down to that cock where she belonged. She shrugged and went back to nursing the wolf's cock; she knew her place, (and he more than knew what he was doing just by the way he'd pushed her back down).

His hands set about working that nasty wadded-up thong into a length; a length of silky women's lingerie still... yes of course, but with little bulbous knots tied at regular intervals. A minute later and she felt those same hands of his work the entrance to her upturned anus; placing a dob of grease at the rim of her pucker, followed by the push of silk as the first knot met her naughty backdoor. There was a firm push and anal resistance gave way to 'grease and persistence,' as the knot slipped inside her perfect pouty pink po po-pucker.

Another knot followed, then another, then another; until she'd had eight lovely little tangled silk balls pushed up inside her greasy gut chute, the thong's string now dangling from her butt-hole as if she were a child's balloon. She felt ridiculous, shamefully so; yet at the same time she was even more turned-on and she leaned into her sucking at his knob. She really wished he'd continue with that hand of his up inside her and...

It was as if he were psychic.

A few squirts of hand sanitizer on his palms, a wipe of a towel later and he was back in business; feeding four fingers into her twat-hole and rubbing her clitty-nub with his thumb. His other hand busied itself between pulls of her hair and hard spanks of her ass; to which she moaned into his gagging gronk and humped her hips against his strokes. It was as if he were playing a beautifully round fleshy accordion; all her sighs moans and yelps coming together to make a desperately horny song of sex and desire.

As the minutes passed, her dew began to run like tree-sap in a March thaw. Stroke, stroke, stroke his thumb worked her clit, and rub, rub, rub, those four fingers massaged her juice button up inside her. When he felt a silent warm trickle run down his wrist, he decided she was ready for what was to come next; regardless of whether she was or not.

From where she sucked, Barb's mind clearly registered the sensation of his thumb leaving her clit and moving down past her piss-hole; onto the stretched entrance of her cunt. The thumb accommodated itself and pushed inside the increasingly cramped space.

He wasn't going to... OH SHIT HE WAS! ...OH GOD HE IS!

Thumb and four fingers became one. A fist now pushed her pink walls in all directions.

Barb shrieked with cheeks full of cock but kept sucking him just the same. This was all so FUCKING GOOD for her and it was just what she'd been missing back home; back home with all that predictable vanilla sex once a week if she was lucky. The fist began to move ...and plunge ...and fuck her sloppy stretched box. She responded by fucking upon it as she fellated him; happy to be corked now at all ends!

Stroke, stroke, stroke. Plunge, plunge, plunge. Suck, suck, suck; it went on. Why couldn't she get something like this at home? Why was it when she wanted to be fisted and cunt-punched like one of Jim Henson's Muppets... she either had to do it herself or go without, (because simply telling Jay how she wanted it was an exercise in fucking futility).

It wasn't like that with Mr. B... Mr. Big as she liked to call him; OH FUCK NO! He kept reading her mind like a fucking library book; anticipating things before even SHE knew she wanted them.

It had been that way online, when they'd met. She laughed at a few of his jokes that he'd posted on social media; then she laughed at a few more things over a period of days, then she'd commented on something he'd written that struck her as funny. Then she friended him, or he friended her... she wasn't certain anymore; the thing was, he was funny and nasty and crass ... and he wasn't in the least bit "nice guy-apologetic about it." He was sure of himself and she was attracted to it.

Ok, "attracted" isn't the right word... she was PULLED. She'd been drifting and spinning along in this relationship at home like she was wallowing in boredom and dissatisfaction and suddenly here this person was; out there in cyber-space, confidently raging burning away like a sun. She was caught in a gravitational tug for him that she couldn't explain, and after a while didn't feel it mattered. Why explain it, just enjoy it!

At first there was just conversations. Soon that became discussions about their respective lives and relationships and the next thing you know, she was spilling her guts over everything that had ever happened to her; every want, every need, every disappointment, every hope. Unlike Jay, her twelve-year-old prepubescent husband occupying the body of a full grown man at home... this guy simply listened. He listened and didn't try to fix anything or tell her how to feel or what to think, but when she asked for advice he gave it; short, no mincing of words, and truthfully. She dug that about him. He had no pretenses and he had no interest in being something he wasn't so he had nothing to prove to her or anyone.

The conversations became sexual over the months. She started sending him nudes; ass shots at first and the usual "basic white girl legs in the tub stuff." Soon however, she sent him beaver shots and full blown photos of her breasts. He never asked for them but his interest and compliments of how unabashedly beautiful she was only drove her to send more.

Then one day a few weeks ago, he told her he had a business trip. It happened to be this week, and he would be swinging through town. He was going to just stop for a little while but she'd hinted she'd like him to stay longer. He reserved the room at the hotel and adjusted some of the itinerary. Now... she was here sucking his cock; her ass fire-engine red from being spanked, her best friend's thong knotted and shoved way up her greasy caboose, and his fist plunging in and out of her pussy like he was unclogging a sink!

Her cunt's sloshy sounds became increasingly slushier and slushier with each passing second as his fist pounded in and out... in and out... in and out. It was an odd sound, a sound that if one did not know better, would have been indistinguishable from hot macaroni and cheese being vigorously turned with a wooden spoon. A cry welled up in Barb's chest; rising up through her throat and attempting to find its way out, but her lips were gagged with cock... that way was no good. The only other way was straight on out through her nose and...

"MMMMNNNNnnnfh! NNNNggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed out through her snout. A split-second after that came her splattergasm's hot rush against his hand, running down his wrists and her thighs, puddling on the hotel carpet; a present to give the maids something to talk about when they finally got around to putting the room together.

Her orgasm came like waves crashing on a beach for her... first one tremor, then another, then another still. As if on cue Mr B now yanked his fist from her snatch-hole... the very act setting off yet another quim-shaker for her as her gaping twat-waffle simply dribbled and ran profusely! It was then his hand seized the looped end of that knotted thong stuffed deep in her rectum.

There was just one good forceful pull. It was a strong pull, a masculine pull; a pull from strong hand that opened stuck pickle jars, split and stacked wood just-so, and could turn over anything with a pull-starter. That thong with all its knots and wedged tightness could not compete against that pull. All those knots suddenly went into motion and in one direction... down Barb's gut canal with a PLOP PLOP PLOP on their way out; each bumping her G-spot oh so nicely in the process!

"MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNnnnghghfff! UNNNGHHH!" she shrieked against the gagging cock and straight out through her nose again; another G-quake orgasm wracking her body. Her cunt flowed and the air became heady with the scent of her twat vapors. The spot on the floor grew a bit more - poor maids!

His hand fiddled around on the floor and located the lube. Barb continued to suck... relishing her rough treatment; hoping the tough love would just simply never end as she blinked away her tears above flaring nostrils. She felt him shift about in his chair. What was he doing? What was he up t...hooooh!

A second later and a greased finger pushed through her sphincter; right on up into the foul warm snugness provided by her anus. She blew her air out through her nose but with a hand coming down once more to grip her hair firmly, she dared not stop sucking. She slurped and sucked away on him while that busy finger wiggled about in her most private and shameful of places; tickling her guts from the inside.

She felt her clit twitch at the sensation. He allowed her the privilege of touching herself (but sternly ordered her NOT to stop sucking upon him). She obliged, keeping her head bobbing on his dong like a ticking timepiece while one of her hands busied itself upon her clit; abusing her little bean as wriggled happily from her own self-torment over the arm of his chair.

Presently she felt another greasy finger join the first (right up to the knuckle by her estimate). A second later came the pleasingly painful strrrr-etch to her corn-hole. Her bottom-hole was a virtual war zone as the forces of lubrication, resistance, and determination all battled it out up in her rectum for delightfully dirty and decadent supremacy.

She felt shamefully excited by it all. A lover of ass play, she could tell she had no novice wiggling those two fingers like running legs up inside her greasy keister. She pushed back against his hand, absolutely loving it. He responded by stroking her G-spot "squirty-button" from the backside, wiggling that dynamic duo of dirty digits against the walls of her dung-hole; making her squirm and mew like the kitten she so fucking was!

Soon the duo became a trio as he withdrew his hand, coned three fingers into one big probe. He pushed the "Three Musketeers" inside her in the ultimate expression of "all for one hole ...and one hole for all!" She again let go with a happy shriek through her nostrils as she felt her little pink ring go a bit wider still. Now three fingers moved as one against her "special juice button," sending her ass bucking up and down uncontrollably.

Several strokes later the hand backed itself out again. She understood full-well what was happening and huffed out all her air through her nose just in time for four greasy fingers coned through her oh so stretchity-stretched poo-pucker. Her eyes went wide with fear; mixed with equal amounts of pain, apprehension, and excitement.

She successfully fought back her panic however, finding herself able to relax and accommodate. With time adjusted, simply letting the discomfort melt into pleasure like butter in a hot pan. All worthwhile pleasure required some pain... its part of the cost of things, she told herself, and in no time she was all, bye bye anal agony and hello oh-so-lovely asshole ache!

Several strokes later, the hand withdrew again. Would he? Oh holy shit HE DID!

She felt the greatest coning yet at her sphincter. Four greased fingers were joined by a thumb before pushing on through... in ... in ... in.. beyond the elastic grip of her shitter-shutter. She stared straight into the leather armrest of the chair, her eyes welling up from the wonderful stretching; her mouth full of cock and unable to express the shear excruciating joy of it all - that lovely agonizing, gut-splitting joy. She simply pushed out as much as possible through her nostrils and wallowed in the lovely ache of sexual impalement.

She'd seen this before, in German Lesbo porn. If two Bavarian grannies could do it... so could she. The hand... pushed on in, and stopped.

Her head shook as the salty tears streamed along her cheeks. He'd stopped, allowing her to accommodate this great THING now stretching her rectum like a great butthole totem pole. It was the longest of pauses, then a slight twisting; then an adjustment of the greased hand's shape. Done.

She'd done it. She'd taken it all in, (telling herself it was the most monumental turd or dildo ever and tricking her guts to believing it but she'd done it). Now with that hand converted into a balled-up fist, she began to move against it; still sucking him.

She was doing it...plugged at both ends of her digestive tract; a fist at one end and a cock at the other. Her ass began to shag at that fist stretching her entrails to the limit; again endorphins, libido, and a love of all things kinky washing away her pain... leaving only appetite for whatever came next.

It was appropriate his arm was up that ass of hers. She'd been transformed into a goggle-eyed sex hungry version of the Cookie Monster; ready to gobble up more of whatever he dished out. ARRRR RUMM! NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM! She sucked bucked and fucked as his fist began to reciprocate; banging into her ass root and juice box with devastating (and wondrous), efficiency.

His fist now plunged her bowels faster and faster; aiming for her sweet spot each and every time. He loved the sight of her lovely wide Greek-American ass. It was ass the way ass should be for him; big round and curvy... just right to fuck; just right to slap, eat, fuck, and breed! It looked so comely before him, (what with her torso jacked around like an "L" next to his armchair). Inspired, he reached over the top of her magnificent tush with his free arm and pulled her closer to him. He knelt forward slightly, placing his mouth on the fleshy of that sweet round rump as his fist plunged over and over inside her innards.

Barb felt the electric touch of his mouth upon her ass cheek. A delicious shiver ran up and down her spine.

He began to kiss, lick, and chew her rump. He hadn't been lying when he said he adored her ass all those times to her online. It was obvious. Sending him those unsolicited nudes into his inbox had been a wise decision, she'd decided. The proof was in the rough treatment she was now enjoying. He continued biting and gnawing at the lovely roundness of her popo and she responded by hammering his dong with her tonsils. The whole time, his fist pounded up that pretty poo-pipe of hers!

It was half a minute later all those sensations once more came together for her. She'd hit critical mass and with a scream gagged by cock she shuddered. Her puss-gasm spilled in a great seismic tremor; splashing his arm once again and sending a cascade of salty hot brine down her thighs to the puddle on the floor. Fuck the maids! Just fuck 'em. It was then he executed the unexpected.

Just as in the case of Mollie's knotted thong before, he yanked himself free from her rectum; giving her G-spot a glancing blow on the way out that triggered yet another splash tremor. Her asshole hung open slack like a sea-cave entrance; now a pink grotto of a gape instead of a perky little balloon knot. He didn't stop to admire his handiwork however, instead seeing fit to flip her like a cheese omelet.

Now Barb found herself lifted up, (and quite unexpectedly too). It all happened so fast; executed with a strength and power she'd simply not taken into account. She might as well have been a fidget spinner.

She was upside down; hanging like a rag doll. Her ass and puss were in his face, her thighs to either side of his head while he himself remained seated. Down between his legs she'd a mouth full of cock. She then felt his lips and tongue going to work on her.

He commenced feeding on that sloppy sodden pussy, his fingers diddling and frigging away her poor tortured anus. Another orgasm passed through her; an aftershock from the one she'd had just prior. In that strange topsy-turvy state of vulnerability, she just let go and came... and came and came, right against those lips of his. She was soon spent like Grandma's life savings in Vegas.

Feeling her climax subside he moved again. In one fluid action, he'd risen to his feet while simultaneously flipping her once more. She now was down on her knees before him. Above her he stood; dick whipping back and forth across her chin and cheeks, drum-beating her in the face playfully.

Taking the hint, she took him in. She could sense his need. He needed to cum. She'd had her shakes and dribbles - now it was time for his. As his cock passed through her lips and then to the rear of her tongue she felt something else... his hands about her throat.

Right as she began to suck she felt it; the squeeze... the choke. It was so strong and sudden. She felt her wind cut away - just like that!

At first she felt a rush of helpless fear. He's been flipping her around like a pit-bull on a helpless bunny and she knew he was far more powerful than she'd ever hope to be. The fear turned to something else however, as she felt him begin to fuck her throat. Her fear was now melted into hunger; hunger for that strength, for that choke, for that cock.

The hands released her and she sipped air through her nose greedily, not ceasing to nurse upon the cock; if anything she doubled down on her penile pacifier. The chokes and gags continued, along with the releases and her sputtering and sucking; again and again until she heard him moan.

She heard it; oh sweet hot dammit she'd heard it! It was only the sexiest thing in the world to a woman who loved to suck, to gag on penis and "worship at the alter of cock." She knew that moan...she'd heard it so many times before from so many men. She knew what was cumming. She waited for it, patiently sucking, and then it happened.

His moans became a choked snarl as his hips sawed against her lips and his hands yanked her hair. Instinctively she kept going with her tongue lips and jaw, working at him until she felt the rush; the pulse, the death rattle, with the warm flood of life filling her cheeks with salty spendings.

It was all him and she took him in great gulps. It was the bond, the trusting bond between the two and she sealed it by downing every drop; nourishing herself through his strong release. She'd consumed him and created something new and strong between them with the act of feeding; taking the sacrament, naked before him as he towered over her in that suit of his; dong dribbling the last dregs of his balls between her lips.

She continued to suck until at last he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her; a deep kiss, a kiss that she felt down in her toenails. It was a kiss of gratitude and happiness to be here with her, sharing this moment. It was a kiss that oozed supreme strength and confidence. She felt as if she would melt from it like butter tossed into a hot pan. For a moment she dropped her chin down into his chest and huffed in his scent as instinctively he crushed her into his arms. Then he began to move.

She found herself shoved back a step while he removed his clothes. He was quick about it. In very short order the suit was tossed over the arm of the chair; everything else landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor with her things. He returned his attention back to her.

She found herself swept off her feet, and briskly too. He'd scooped her up as effortlessly as if she were a throw-pillow and with just as much forethought it seemed. He carried her to the bed a few feet away.

She was at once on her back, her legs parted. His face was down between her thighs immediately once again, feeding at her sex. He'd just cum a great load. He needed inspiration and her cunt-blossom provided that for him in spades as he dined upon her.​