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“You ready to stick that bad boy back in my tight little ass?” Ashley sneered, turning her heads toward me, looking back, as I crawled and knelt obediently behind her outstretched rear end.
“You bet I am!” I exclaimed, eagerly positioning myself, ready to target and plunge my readied spear into her open exhaust shaft.
I couldn’t believe I was in the position, literally speaking, immediately behind her California grade juicy ripe piece. Only a few hours prior, I had finally met Ashley, the anal goddess.
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“Hey there,” she said, stopping short with her black Labrador.
“Hi,” I muttered, pausing, trying to keep my dog from lunging towards hers.
“Are you new to the area?” her eyes batted. Her voice was raspy like that of Kim Carnes or Bonnie Tyler. Such a sexy voice drove me absolutely crazy with interest.
“Nope. I’ve lived here for about two years or so,” I smiled.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“I’ve seen you,” I responded, giving her a once over, “You’re not someone I’d soon forget,” I flirted.
“You’re far too kind…wait a minute…I have seen you before!” Her eyes widening in recognition, “Hey, you’re kind of cute. Well, let me properly introduce myself. I’m Ashley Bellano.”
“Nice to meet you, Ashley, I’m Robert Larson,” I blushed, “Yes, you’ve seen me before. I’m the one who waves at you when checking the mail.”
“Oh, that’s you?!” she laughed genuinely.
Ashley appeared to be in her mid-twenties, to early thirties, but I’m such a poor judge of age, that I knew I could be completely off base anyway. Besides, her age didn’t really matter. What was notable was that she had an incredible body with the physical characteristics similar to those of Jennifer Connelly and Sandra Bullock. She had Jennifer’s hair and figure and Sandra’s facial features and skin tone. A slim, tall, slender build, she stood at about six feet tall or so, easily matching my height. Half of her was legs, the other half, nothing but a thin, healthy framed torso with ample breasts. Her neckline was strong, supported by angular firm shoulders. Ashley’s square jaw line with high cheek bones and a pretty face to kill produced a dynamic photogenic picture. Her long straight, dark, silky brown hair flowed elegantly to the middle of her back. She looked like an Italian model incognito; walking in gradient sunglasses and sandals, which supported her tall, statuesque figure.
Ashley wore skin tight black Spandex shorts that followed every curve and line of her perfectly formed legs. Her legs were no wider in diameter than six inches, even at her thighs’ widest points. Her top was also skin tight, showing off her supple tanned mid-section, complete with belly button ring and on her elegant lower back, a tattoo of what appeared to be a dragon fly. Gorgeous was not a strong enough word to describe her natural beauty. From the short distance, I did not see much trace of heavy make-up use, but her scent was intoxicating. Somewhere between wild rose and fresh spring greens is how I can best describe her aroma. Pretentious: maybe. Bitchy: perhaps. Classy: no doubt. I didn’t care. She looked incredible to me.
“I’d shake your hand, but I’m afraid our dogs would probably go ballistic.”
“I completely agree,” I smiled.
“Well, how do ya like livin’ here?” She bent over to settle her dog.
“It’s okay, but what I love is the gorgeous view,” I winked, staring at her incredibly tight-looking ass, as she leaned. The Spandex formed to her ass cheeks perfectly as she moved, exposing the elite crevice divide of her rear end. My eyes widened in surprise as she held her pose for a bit, making me hyperventilate in anticipation of her response.
She caught my not-so-subtle remark and moved very slowly as she stood back up and straightened her figure. She turned to face me dead on and paused, resting her free hand on her defined hip. I thought for sure that I was probably in for a verbal altercation. However, little did I know that I was actually in for an unexpected treat. Ashley grabbed hold of one of her tits and cupped it, pulling it up higher towards her chin as she looked over her sunglasses as me.
“Do you really think so?” she frowned.
“Uh, yeah,” I stuttered like an awkward teenager.
“Some guys like my tits and others my legs. What do you like best?”
The world went silent around me, as if I was in a vacuum. I could hear my own heartbeat as well as my labored breathing. Dumbfounded, I could not believe the course of the conversation. ‘Pinch me’ was the only thing I was thinking as I felt my mouth give my response that my ears would have otherwise denied. I took a labored deep breath, as my rushing blood burned my neck and face.
“Definitely, that…ah…fine ass of yours,” I responded nonchalantly.
“Oh, I see. So, you’re an ass man, is that it?” she smiled carelessly.
“You wouldn’t believe,” I exhaled, gratefully.
“I can certainly appreciate that. And, I really like the sound of it too. Hmm…how about you come over to my place canlı bahis for dessert tonight…say around seven?” she smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining like rare pearls on the background of her olive skin and dark hair.
“I’ll be there. Um, what can I bring?”
“Just yourself and your keen interest in my derrière,” Ashley giggled, “I’m in building 34-0-7; unit 2.”
“No problem. I’ll see you then,” turning to try to hide the enlarging bulge in my pants. As I walked away, I looked back to see her smiling brilliantly at me, watching me continue down the sidewalk. She gave me a subtle wave and a wide smile. I smiled back at her and practically skipped home.
When I entered my apartment less than two minutes later, my pulse was racing, my palms were sweaty and I found it difficult to catch my breath. Jittery, I looked up at the clock over the kitchen stove…5:25 PM. Damn–the next hour and a half were going to feel like an eternity. I went into the living room and located a bottle of gin. I marched into the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cabinet and raced into the freezer for some ice. Pouring erratically, I made myself a gin and tonic and quickly gulped it down. Immediately, I made myself another one and finished that one too. Retiring to the living room, I flopped on the sofa and turned on the TV, to give myself some time for the alcohol to calm my nerves a bit. Shortly thereafter, I felt the familiar buzz of the gin as it moved through my system. My fingers tingled, while the weight of my head lightened. As my breathing returned to somewhat normal, I stood and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax a bit more. I checked the time: 5:40. Well, at least some time had elapsed. I bit my lip, watching the seconds tick by at a snail’s pace.
“Fuck it,” I thought and stammered into the bathroom. Grabbing a handful of Kleenex, I went back to the living room and sat on the couch again. Quickly, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Feverishly, I yanked my member to full alert and surrounded it with the soft fibers of the soft tissue. Slowly, I brought myself off as I slipped the make-shift pussy around my pulsating dick. Jacking off with the thought of her ass in mind proved to be an easy feat, as my mind’s eye recalled the way she looked in her Spandex shorts. My climax blew a spurting load into the confines of the constricted soft net. At least my jack-off would ease some tension as I breathed, gulping in the air as my orgasm subsided.
I checked the time again…6:15…excellent! Time was moving ahead a bit faster than I had hoped. I wiped off my spent cock and undressed. I figured a long hot shower would be the best. By the time I had finished up and got into a nice pair of jeans and a polo shirt, the time was 6:45…perfect! I finished up by brushing my teeth, shaving and splashing on some aftershave and cologne. Walking eagerly out the door, I said goodbye to my dog, locked up and practically ran over to Ashley’s main security door. Nervously, I rang her unit’s buzzer.
“Hello?” echoed her soft familiar voice over the intercom speaker.
“Ashley?”
“Yeah?” came her reply.
“Hi, it’s me, Rob.”
“Oh, good!” she responded enthusiastically, “I was hoping it’d be you.”
The door lock buzzed and I grabbed hold quickly, pulling it open and quickly stepping inside. I climbed the stairs, skipping two steps at a time as I rose up to the second floor as fast as I could.
Her door was barely open as I quietly knocked.
“Come on in,” she called.
“You were expecting someone else?” I raised my eyebrow in jest as I looked across the room and almost fainted. She stood across the room dressed in a rain coat that covered her slim figure all the way from her neckline to just below her knee. Her jacket was buttoned up tight against her figure, allowing the formed outline of her body to be seen with ease. Ashley’s hair was pulled up in a bun behind her head and her smile was heart-stopping. I could only imagine what she was wearing (or not wearing) underneath. Her lovely legs were sporting skin tight white stockings. As my eyes trailed down her fine legs to her feet, she had white high heels that added the perfect finishing touch to her mouth-watering appearance.
“Wow!” I smiled, closing the door behind me, “You sure know how to dress for the occasion.”
“You like what you see?” she grinned.
“Of course…you look amazing.”
“Thanks,” she whispered slyly.
She stood at a distance and put her hand up when I started to approach. Before I could ask what this was all about, she explained.
“There are a few things we need to talk about before dessert’s served,” she winked. “First, I have a boyfriend. Now, before you get all freaked out, please know that he’s well aware of my desire to see you…provided that we only fuck anally. So, I’m hoping that you’ll be okay with this, as you noted that you’re an ass man. Right?”
I swallowed hard and nodded in reply, my mind still trying to comprehend what I think I had just heard.
“Oh, I hope you’re not grossed bahis siteleri out by this or anything, but I think it only fair to inform you of the stipulations ahead of time. I’m an anal virgin, so you’ll have to be gentle with me. If you can’t or won’t we’ll have to stop before we even begin. I’ve always wanted a cock in my ass, but no one I’ve ever dated has ever been interested. That’s where you come in. When you said you were an ass man, I figured that I’d want you to have my ass cherry. What do ya think?”
“Ah,” I stumbled, “Sounds fantastic!” Hell, this kind of thing happens all of the time, right? I thought. Jesus, man, get it together!
“Good. Now a few more things to disclose; my last bowel movement was early this afternoon. I have not eaten since and I don’t have the urge to go, so I think we should be okay. Also, about an hour ago, I gave myself an enema and then followed up with a shower, so I’m pretty clean. I have some anal lube as well as some dildos to help you work my ass open, so I think we should be set.” She sighed, delightfully. “Well, that’s about it. Do you have anything on your mind?”
“You mean aside from riding your tight ass?” I joked.
She giggled, “Yes, besides the obvious,” her eyes darting to my crotch.
“Your boyfriend…is he around?”
“N-no. You want him here?”
“Hell, no! Err, sorry. What I mean is, no, I’d prefer not.”
“That’s fine,” she giggled, “he’d probably throw up if he saw you slipping it in my bum anyway.”
Shaking my head, “And you say he’s totally fine with this?” still not confident of my luck in the situation.
“Yep, I gave him the option and he was completely against fucking my backdoor. I told him that I would find someone who would then.”
“Wow, that took some tits.”
“Yeah, I guess, but it’s what I want.”
“I see.”
“Anything else?” her eyes batted.
“Yeah, why me…I mean, don’t think that I’m complaining or anything, but why me?”
“Well, like I said earlier, I think you’re cute and now that I know you’re into my ass, I figured why not? Plus, I’ve seen you checking me out in the past and I’ve liked the way you watch me.”
I laughed, “Aha, so you have seen me!”
“Yeah, of course, I have. Don’t underestimate female intuition. Even the dumbest of blondes know when they’re being checked out,” she smiled.
“Ah, uh huh,” I nodded, looking down.
“Oh, don’t get all shy with me, now. Don’t worry; I think you’re hot, the way you look me up and down. It makes me feel like a woman, in a good sort of way.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, don’t sweat it.”
“Cool,” my confidence returning.
“Anything else before we get down to business?” her eyes blinked seductively.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” I choked as my breathing rate increased.
“How many girls have you been with in total?”
“Two.”
“Did they have any problems, or did you have any issues after being with them?”
“Nope.”
“Sounds cool to me. And no, I don’t want you wearing a condom. I can’t stand those things. I want to feel your natural skin, stud,” she smiled, easing the tension further.
“Perfect. How many guys have you been with?”
“Only three and I’ve been with my current boyfriend for about four years now.”
“So I shouldn’t worry about anything either then?”
“No, of course not,” she answered confidently.
“Where do we start?” I gulped.
“Right here, right now. Close your eyes.”
I obeyed her instruction and lowered my head and slowly closed my eyes. I still could hardly believe this fantasy was coming true, right now. I heard the rustle of fabric and the subtle start of soft jazz music. Lastly, I sensed the dimming of the living room lights as I maintained my blinded status and held my eyes closed. Her presence was near as I could smell her intoxicating perfume and heard her soft breathing nearby. As the music continued, I heard her whisper slyly, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Blinking, I raised my head and opened my eyes fully. Ashley was standing in front of me without her jacket. She was smiling brilliantly and my jaw dropped in awe. She looked even more beautiful than I had imagined her. Her hair was down, draped over her square shoulders perfectly. Her skin was a gorgeous bronze color, rich with smooth creaminess. My eyes followed down her neck to her brilliant breasts, held close in place to her chest with a delicate white satin laced bra. It had a deep front cut, exposing the most enviable view of her cleavage. Her dark line split her B-sized firm protrusions precisely. Her nipples were high on her glands and poked eagerly through the sheer fabric of her bra. Ashley’s bust line was no more than 34 inches. She stood with a hand on one hip, a powerful stance that read, “I’m in charge.” The middle of her torso was toned and exactly in form. Likewise, her stomach was flat, yielding to a tight inward belly button, finished with a small gold hoop ring. The circumference of her waist was no more than 29 inches. Her hips were slightly thicker bahis şirketleri than her waist line but no wider than her bust line. This gave her elegant figure the ultimate in hourglass shapeliness. As my eyes glazed and moved down her long-lined body, I stopped short at her pelvis. She was wearing no undergarments and her privates were shaved baby skin smooth. Her pussy’s entrance looked taught and her vertical slit seemed to smile at me simultaneously with her facial smile. A tiny garter belt held her stockings sublimely and her white high heels were still on. Her legs were perfect: slim, trim and damn firm. I think you could probably bounce a Quarter off any inch of her; she was so well in shape. And, my God her skin looked so wonderfully tanned and smooth. I couldn’t wait to touch it.
“Let me ask you again,” as she crossed her legs and leaned towards me whispering in her heavenly bedroom voice, “Do you like what you see?”
“I’d be more than a fool not to!”
“Where do you want to fuck? Here or in the bedroom?”
“Here, if that’s okay.”
“Yeah, I was hoping you’d want to do me on the couch,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Babe, I’d fuck you while standing on my head if you wanted,” I breathed, watching her creamy body move before me, taking a few steps closer.
Ashley giggled, “Okay, I’ve shown you mine. Now, let’s see yours,” as she lunged towards me, falling to her knees. I stood over her and watched as she quickly unbuckled my belt and had my jeans down to my ankles in the blink of an eye. Her milk chocolate brown eyes followed from my thickening crotch to my staring eyes. Next, she slowly pulled my boxer shorts down, watching my reaction carefully, as my semi-firm cock flopped out and hung eagerly in front of her.
“He looks a little soft. Let’s see what we can do about that,” as she placed her mouth over the tip of my penis and sucked on the head a bit, pulling it deeper within. Immediately, a thousand tingling sensations raced through my shaft as her smooth wet mouth surrounded my soft flesh. When her tongue massaged the underneath of my dick, I went completely nuts.
“Aw, fuck yeah!”
Ashley looked up at me with interest as my dick was just about fully inserted into her oral hold. She slurped and pulled back as my erect member was released from her soft, firm grasp.
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, looking down at my throbbing tool, “You’re the perfect size. I think I’ll be able to handle that monster with some coaxing, no problem.”
She stood to her feet, turned around slowly and pushed her tight rear end out towards me. Ashley’s amazing tattoo of a winged dragon fly beckoned me, artistically framing the top of her tight, firm ass. Her ass cleft yielded two small subtle dimples just below her lower back, to the sides of the dragon fly. Ashley’s spine was flat and had just enough meat on it to not appear bony. Her dark dividing ass line, similar to that of her breast cleavage, smiled delicately at me.
“Nice artwork,” I admired.
“Oh, my dragon fly…thanks…yeah, I’m kinda into them.”
“I wanna be in you,” I admitted.
“Yeah?”
She turned and looked over her shoulder, smiling wildly at me, winking slowly. Ashley watched as I kicked off my shoes and stepped quickly out of my pants. Her facial reactions drove me crazy as I approached her vulnerable body with strong purpose. Cupping her ass in my palms and pulling it apart slightly, I brushed my hardening dick against her, pushing it in the fold of her ass crack.
“Oooh, that’s a big boy!” Ashley giggled as my hands moved with a mind of their own up her elongated torso, smoothing over the front of her stomach and up to her firm protruding breasts. I kneaded her mammary glands eagerly through the thin covering of her bra and listened delightfully as her breathing rate increased.
“Talk to me,” she sighed as I swirled my fingers around her hardening nipples.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me what you’re doing; it gets me really hot,” Ashley whispered, as she pulled the back of my head closer to hers.
“Okay,” I responded with uncertainty. Never before had a woman requested this of me. I felt a bit awkward about her request, but I soon felt very confident as her heightened sexual status grew more apparently clear.
After Ashley flipped her hair away from her back, exposing her slender neck, I licked her sumptuous nape. Her skin tasted like honey and smelled of coconuts.
“Ooh, that feels nice!”
“Your nipples are so incredibly hard.”
“Take off my bra and see for yourself,” she sighed as my hands circled her firm, swelling tits.
Maintaining my oral contact with the base of her neck, I maneuvered my hands between her shoulder blades and instinctively unclasped her bra strap. Her tits dropped slightly, but maintained their incredible firmness. I grabbed her loosened brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders and casually dropped it to the floor. Groping now, I held each breast in my hands and pushed them together and pulled them apart as my palms kneaded her rock hard nipples. My continual kneading action and pulling made Ashley sigh deeper as my motions continued. Her desire was building as I progressed, teasing her breasts. When I pulled gently on her nipples, she cried out in pleasure.
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