Chapter 69: All Except One (2 PMS)

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(Hotel Room)

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As I lay on top of her, our heads near the foot of the bed, the light of the moon washing over us, I’m aware of every move her body makes against mine. I’m aware of her nails dragging down my skin, I’m aware of how tightly her thighs squeeze my hips as her long legs enfold me in their welcome prison. I focus in on the soft breaths she releases against my ear as I nibble on the underside of her jaw. But mostly, I’m aware of the warm wetness of her flesh as my fingers glide along her lower lips beseechingly.

I can’t believe she’s about to let me do this. I've only ever done it maybe twice—with two different women. The first time one let me inside of her in that way, I was completely dumbfounded as I’d never even considered it before. Sure, I’d been with various women before her and was pretty much on my way to earning my degree in mastery of the female orgasm at the time, but that…boy, that threw me for one. It was a whole new sensation—tighter, warmer, both more intimate and less. I liked it for the control it gave me, the power of knowing you could have just about anything you wanted, any way you wanted.

But after the second girl…I didn't do that anymore. I didn't want to.

I remember how she curled up on my chest when it was over, how she kept kissing my neck, how she murmured things that sounded strange and foreign to me. About how I owned her in every way. How close we were now. I didn't like that. I didn't approve of that kind of talk—especially coming from the creatures I had taught myself to fear and loath in equal measure. No; I decided it was too personal an act and I desired to know no one that entirely again. I didn't want them to love me and I damn sure didn't want to own them. In fact, I wanted nothing to do with them once the act was over and if taking them in that way could lead them—any one of them—to believe otherwise, then I wouldn't risk it. Ever.

I slip a finger into Asha and catch her gasp in my mouth. She groans as I twist and turn it in her depths, feeling her out even as I taste her in my mouth.

But Asha…Man. I do want to own her. I do want to know the entirety of her being, the extent of my control over her. I want to possess every inch of her body with all the intimacy sex has to offer. If there is any person on this planet I wouldn't mind being inside of in that way; it’s her. It’s my girl, my wife, the only lover that mattered. She has no reason to be jealous of past exploits. She was the only conquest that meant anything. The only notch necessary in maintaining the structure of the bed.

“Ah…Ahh…” She gasps, arching her back as I insert another finger and begin to work them furiously. I drag my kisses down her throat and suction and bite, aiming to leave my trace on her. “Oh, God…Mike.”

Impatient and trying to sustain at least some semblance of control over this blazing passion coursing through me; I slide my hand from between her folds and lean back on my haunches so that I can turn her over. She releases a surprised yelp as I flip her on her stomach with quick insistent hands. Snatching a pillow from against the headboard behind me, I reach forward and tell her to rest her chest on that and to bite or scream into it if she needs to. She takes it and does as I say. She hardly ever questions me anymore. I love her trust in me.

God, I want inside. Now.

“Pull your knees in—as far up as you can.” I mumble, already grabbing the oil and pouring some into my palm.

She does as she’s told. I reach between my legs and wrap my hand around my stiff erection, tugging on it gently and massaging the warm liquid into the skin as I go. Keeping that hand busy, I take my other and gently run my fingers between her lower lips, gathering traces of her oncoming wetness and dragging it up her perennial to the untouched opening, where I proceed to circle and tease the puckered tear, never entering it.

She wiggles beneath my touch, anticipation getting the better of her. Honestly, it’s getting the better of me too.

Bending down, I place my free hand on her still glistening left cheek, my other hand continuing its work on my cock, and I lean forward until my mouth is on the opening to her vaginal channel. I inhale deeply and, at her exquisite moan, bury my tongue in her. She groans and writhes her hips, shaking her ass in my face. I let go of “George” and place my other hand on her right cheek to keep her steady and tame for feasting. I seal my lips around her folds and suck, absorbing every ounce of her juices she dare release. Despite my hunger, however, she keeps creating, much to my pleasure. I stick my tongue out and circle it against the hard bud of her clit, my nose resting in the smooth, creamy aperture of her cheeks.

“Oh, baby…please…”

Boy, I love it when she begs. This is where the adrenaline junkie/performer that lives inside of me comes to life. This thrill of making them want you, making them need something you know only you can provide. It’s a power I’m quite fond of and one I’m very accustomed to wielding.

“Hold tight, babygirl.” I mutter, giving her one last kiss on her folds before straightening up behind her and seizing her hip. Grabbing hold of my erection, I nudge it against her hungry lower lips and ease my way inside her channel without further ado. “Urgg…So good, sweetheart…”

“Ooh, Cookie…yeah...”

As much as I love savoring the wet tightness I've grown to appreciate so much, this isn't the goal. There’s still unexplored territory to lay claim to. So, gripping her hips firmly in my hands, I begin a harsh relentless rhythm into her vagina, slamming myself into her and watching in earnest arousal as her backside presses into my lower abdomen each time. In just a little while I’m going to be in that backside…The resulting excitement from that thought only makes me tighten my grip and increase the pace until the constant slapping as I penetrate her is filling up the room, intermittent with her moans and squeals, my name a mantra on her lips. As it should be.

“Mm, that’s it, girl…Take it.” I groan, reaching forward to grab a good handful of her russet mane. Tugging slightly, I reach around with my right hand and find her clitoris with my fingers. Never slowing or softening my hard thrusts into her dripping vagina, I begin fondling her bead, rubbing and pinching alternately. She’s screaming out. I tug her hair harder. The slipperiness of my cock makes riding her so much easier. She feels incredible.

“Oh, God, yes! Yes…fuck, yes! Harder—yea, yea, ahhh. Michael!”

“You’re so tight, baby…I love how you feel. So goddamn amazing…Like heaven.”

“Uh, ughh…yes, yes, yeah, yeah! God, don’t stop! Don’t stop, please…”

Circling her clitoris with the pad of two fingers just as I slam hard into her opening, pressing myself against her ass as I do it, I groan low and long, thanking God and providence for this girl as her walls clamp down on me with all the promise of a junkie seizing hold of her prescription, never to relinquish it, come what may.

She screams into the pillow as her body begins to spasm beneath me, jerking her hips in sporadic directions. I dig my fingers into her, holding her in place as best I can, and remain put so as to allow the full mass of her juices to bathe my erection in her, readying it for entry number two. By the time I pull free of her heat, gradually easing my member from her pulsing, swollen lips, I am covered in her. Her essence paints my cock so that it’s glossy with her juice. Perfect for what I want.

Asha remains bent over, ass up, her breathing ragged and uneven as she pants into the pillow below her. Deciding I better move while she’s in the moment, I swipe my hand across her sex, feeling it pulse harshly at the contact, and collect an exuberant amount of her flavor. Gently, I begin stroking the outer rim of her second hole with it. She flinches then relaxes upon realizing that nothing has gone into her yet.


In due time, beautiful.

Taking the oil, I hold it over her anal opening and watch the liquid seep along her perineum, gliding down and mingling with her cum covered lips. Most importantly though, is the oil that seeps into her ass, flowing into the tiny hole and making her flex in surprise at the feeling. Reaching up, I run my index finger around the ring, massaging…before dipping it inside of her. She groans and tightens but I keep sinking it in deeper, pumping it in and out of her at a steady rhythm. She relaxes some. Moans. She’s used to this, we’ve done this enough.

Gently, I add another finger. This causes her to flinch and tighten. “Shh…” I murmur, bending to kiss her right cheek. I massage her buttocks with my free hand, every so often moving it down to fondle her clit tenderly. She sighs and relaxes some as I continue the mild rhythm. Adding more oil to lubricate her, I slip in a third. She outright stiffens. “Hey, it’s okay, girl. Shh, I got you…I got you, baby.”

She exhales shakily and I know her eyes are scrunched. Shushing her softly, I massage her clit and thrust my three fingers in and out of her anal hole, feeling it stretching to accommodate me. Once I’m sure she’s comfortable with that, I spread my fingers, widening their girth and expanding her on a whole new level. She gasps and releases a painful grunt, her voice muffled in the pillow. I can tell she’s experiencing the pain of this but I console her as best I can, kissing her cheeks and petting her vagina tenderly, never once ceasing the thrusts of my three fingers.

Finally, when she’s stopped grunting and I can feel her gluteal muscles relaxing around my digits, I decide it’s time. Pulling my hand free, I straighten up and reach between my legs where I briefly masturbate, working her juices and the oil into my cock. Taking a deep breath, I place myself at the entrance to her anal gate and touch my tip to her. She tenses and I respond by softly massaging her cheeks until she loosens up.

“Alright, sweetheart,” I murmur. “You ready?”

She makes a noncommittal noise and nods her head, her face buried into the silk of her pillow.

I bite my lip. This reminds me of the night I took her virginity. It took everything I had in me not to pull out right then and just call it quits on sex. The tears in her eyes, the painful groans…It was enough to slaughter me. But I remind myself that it was temporary and focus on the sex we've had since. Making love to her has been the best of both our lives. She would have never gotten that had I given up on her so soon. So, with that in mind, I take a deep breath…and push in. Just a little.

“Ohng!” She grunts, her grimace obvious in the tone of her voice. I still immediately, the tip of me still inside of her. I softly inquire if she’s okay. She groans something and her response comes back muffled from the pillow. I ask her if she wants me to continue. “Y-Yeah…yeah, just…gosh, it fucking hurts…”

I inhale but forget to let it out. Tentatively I massage her cheeks with my free hand, holding me to her with the other. After a while, I ask her if I should keep going and she tells me to—but to take it super slow. I do as she asks, gently easing into her, half-inch by half-inch. She whines a little, at one point claiming she wants to cry. I stop instantly. She then tells me it okay, to start moving again. I don’t. I hate hurting her. I’d rather cut myself open. It’s only when her impatience gets the best of her and she reaches behind to slap me hard on the thigh, demanding I “come on, already!” that I get the strength to move again. I begin easing in and out of her, gently rocking into the depths of her ass and pulling out, all the while aware of her soft cries of pain.

On the upside, though, she feels incredible. I swear I almost get tears in my eyes from how amazingly tight this hole is! Her anal walls envelop me in a whole new way, better even than those other two women whose faces I can barely recall. I don’t remember feeling this good with them. But then again, they weren’t anal virgins by the time I got around to them. I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity from anywhere before Asha. Now I’ve taken it from her in two places. Made her irreversibly mine. Forever. I like that…I like it a lot.

“How you feelin’, baby?” I whisper, sliding in and out of her ass at a snail’s pace, reluctant to cause her any more pain than is necessary.

“It’s…It’s better,” She whimpers softly, and I notice her teeth are biting into the pillow case. She presses her forehead against it. “Keep it…slow.”

“I will, honey…Nice and slow.”

“Mmm…”

It takes a long while. I keep adding more oil, pouring it over the conjuncture where I meld into her in seamless fashion. It isn’t until we’ve been at it for several minutes and my fingers find her clit and begin a slow sensual circle, attempting to stimulate her and draw her focus away from the pain, that she begins to rock back against me. It’s a hesitant movement at first; reluctant even…but then she picks it up, moaning from pleasure this time. I continue to massage her clitoris, rubbing her in smooth circular patterns while my other hand clenches and releases her right ass cheek.

Eventually, she’s letting me pick it up. Seizing hold of her hips, I hike her higher and begin an even and steady thrust into the tight friction of her anal canal. I close my eyes, my lips parting in silent wonder as her ass hugs me tightly, wringing my cock out with its all-enveloping tension. I have never experienced euphoria like this one and it takes everything in me to keep from crashing into her.

“Uhh, Mike…Oh, baby…I like it. It feels…God.” She moans, clenching her eyes shut and rocking back against me. She’s taken to fulfilling my former role and massaging her clit beneath her.

“You like it?”

“Yea…yeah…”

“Can I go faster?”

“Um…well, give me a second. Keep it…like this…ooh…”

I don’t change tempo but keep rocking into her at the same pace. I can sink all the way into her now, she’s grown accustomed enough. It’s when I get balls-deep that I have to literally think about random things like work and Bubbles to keep me from releasing inside of her. I don’t want to let go yet, not until I’m sure she’s got the hang of this. Although, at one point, I do surprise both of us by slipping out of her ass entirely and burying myself to the balls in her vagina. She gasps and cries out but I only thrust harder into her and begin a hammering rhythm, crashing into her from behind until she’s screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I pull out again, smeared in her juices, and slide right back into her ass…all the way.

She grunts and cries out. But just like I wanted, I got her going now. She’s hungry for it. She begins pushing back against me at a stronger pace and soon I've got a good, solid tempo going in her ass. I slip in and out of the taut little hole, stretching her and forcing her to expand to contain all of me. She likes it now. I can tell by how loud she’s moaning, rocking her ass on my cock. I lean back and stop moving, grinning to myself when she curses me in her very colorful way and begins pushing backward and forward, bouncing on me.

Unable to stand it any longer and positive I’m going to bust inside of her, I grip her hips and—much to both of our slight alarm—begin pounding gently into her ass, rocking into her—while not ridiculously fast, with more power.

“Fuck…fuck…yes, fuck me…Goddammit…yess, baby…everywhere…Mic-Michael…God! YES!”

Her limbs tense and I don’t have to be in her vagina to know she’s cumming. Biting my lip and moaning out, I reach down and slip three fingers into her wet core, relishing the feel of her walls as they tighten the width of my digits. She releases a torrent of her essence into my palm just as I slam myself deep into her ass, my balls resting on her perineum, and feel my cock pulse threateningly.

“Shit,” I curse, curling my fingers in her puckering folds and pressing my abdomen into her backside. “Asha!”

I come hard. Releasing a violent flow of seamen into my wife’s ass. I pulse and throb inside of her and shudder like a maniac as my load sweeps through her anal gate and deep into her stomach. My body freezes…then tips forward. Both of us collapse heavily on the bed, my weight descending on hers so that the sweat of my chest sticks to the equally perspiring skin of her back.

Our breathing is rapid. Uncontrollable. There’s not enough air for what seems like ages.

And then it’s back. Our equilibrium. Our sanity. Gravity. It all returns in one fell swoop and with it comes the slow smile that spreads across my face. I turn my head and bury my nose into the russet curls trailing down my wife’s torso. I kiss the sweat of her spine, brushing my lips gently across the bone.

“Well,” I mumble, grinning. “Now you’re really mine.”

“As if I didn't notice.”

Biting my lip, I smile and turn on my side, bringing her with me so that we’re spooning. I nuzzle my face into her hair. “I like being next to you. You make me happy, Asha.”

She’s quiet and I know she’s gone shy on me. I wait for her response. It comes eventually. Like it always does. “You make me really happy, Cookie Monster.”

“You make me really, really happy, Einstein.”

“You make me—”

“You make me happy time’s infinity!” I beat her to it, sticking out my tongue afterwards. I accidently lick her neck. I giggle and try to spit out what tastes like a hairball.

“Are you spitting on me!?”

“I think I swallowed your hair…”

“Ew. Michael! It isn’t enough you got my ass; now you’re trying to eat my hair!?”

“I’m not!”

“You are so weird.”

I slap her bottom. “Shut-up. Go to sleep.”

“Do your fans know you’re this bossy?”

“No. But my wife does.”

She laughs and I grin. Curling my arm around her, I reach over with the other and fold the comforter over us hot-dog style. She’s snoring before it even touches our skin. I kiss her temple and watch her for a while. I stroke her curls as she sleeps and wonder silently how I ever thought performing was better than this.

........(PM 2)

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(Alley)


His fingers slid beneath my skirt and began a harsh stroke against the sensitive bud over the thin lace material of my panties. I groaned out, completely forgetting about the couple behind us, and began rocking my pelvis into his touch, never once releasing his mouth from mine.

The slurping and groaning paused, surprised, no doubt, and listening. Waiting.

I started to feel my neck heat up as I realized what was going on…that we were now being spied upon, our private sex being listened to and considered by strangers. I felt like I should be embarrassed—ashamed even. But then Michael slipped his hand beneath my underwear and inserted a finger inside of my wet and waiting center, causing me to cry out and develop a Screw-Public-Decency mindset all in one go. I sucked in his bottom lip while my hands shot to his belt as though possessed, and began tearing the leather from the silver buckle in a highly primitive way. He groaned lowly and deeply into my kiss, inserting another finger and speeding up the tempo.

Having heard enough, the couple resumed their mating, this time with exaggerated sound effects. I briefly wondered if they meant to compete. I was driven from my thoughts by the hot burning sensation beginning inside of me as the pad of Michael’s thumb found the hard bead of my clit and began circling firmly over the nub, all the while as his fingers continued to penetrate me deeply.

I moaned louder than I intended and brought my hands up to dig into his shoulders through his shirt, my head tilting back and pushing against the wood responsible for keeping me upright. I was vaguely aware of the shifting behind the wall, followed by more slurping and groaning, this time from the woman as she and her partner apparently switched places.

Bringing one of my hands from his shoulder, Michael brought it down to cup the rigid bulge in his jeans, holding my palm to it with his own as he began nipping and sucking at my exposed neck. His other hand kept busy, long strong fingers curling and stroking the hot walls inside of me while I moaned and groaned, bouncing on the ball of the foot not hitched around his waist and rolling my wetness onto his prying digits with all the eagerness of a wanton prostitute. I remember thinking how sad it was that I wasn’t ashamed of it either.

“Oui, juste là!” The woman cried out just as I exclaimed, “Uhh, yess baby!”

I shuddered with my orgasm presumably just as she did. My hands clenched around his shoulders and denim-clad balls, squeezing him in my palm just as my walls enveloped his fingers with a lusty appetite he was all too familiar with. He groaned and bit into my neck, maintaining his steady pump in and out of me to the slow rhythm my hips rolled, prolonging the ecstasy just a little longer. There was a pause and the sound of soft breathes being exhaled on both sides…before I heard the shifting again, followed by the thud of a person being once again forcefully pushed into the wooden barrier. Next came the gentle slapping noise, permeated every now and again with her mewling and his low French curses.

I looked at Michael, hazel eyes darkening. He licked his lips and swallowed, his erection growing amazingly more so as we stared, lust clear in our faces. I already knew where I wanted this to go next. Where it had to.
Pressing my hands against his chest, signaling him to let me go; Michael took the hint, but not without making a statement first. He slipped his fingers from me and brought them up between our faces; inches from our mouths, letting me see myself glistening wetly on his hand. Biting his lip, he reached toward me and, like a good little girl, I opened my mouth. I don’t know when I got so well trained in the game of sex and foreplay, but somewhere along the way I mastered the Art of Naughtiness.

His breath hitched as I took his fingers in the wet warmth and suctioned as if I were sucking on him, closing my eyes at the thought and moaning, the vibrations carrying to his fingers as he softly thrust them in and out, fucking my mouth with his hand. I tasted tart, yet sweet. I preferred his taste but didn’t turn away from my own. It wasn’t too bad.

Hastily, pulling his hand free, Michael stepped back and I surprised him by pushing him against the wall, swiftly switching our places. His eyes widened and I ignored him, dropping on my knees in quick fashion and finishing undoing his pants, yanking them down harshly when I did. I could hear the sound of the Frenchman rocking into his girlfriend, her whiny moans and their slapping skin mingling, and I felt myself getting wet all over again. Reaching between my legs with one hand, I pushed aside my panties and begin to stroke my clit while grabbing his rigid cock with the other and bringing it to my lips.

“Fuck, honey…” Michael hissed between his teeth, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. I begin bobbing my head on his erection, not wasting time with pre-blowjob tip-tickling. I wanted him in my mouth and I wanted him bad. Swirling my tongue around his clean-tasting skin, I suctioned until my cheeks sunk, vacuum-sealing as I bobbed my head forward, swallowing even more of his hard-on. “Shit, yess…Oh, darn, girl, right there…good girl…good fucking girl…”

His cursing always turned me on, especially since it was so frequent and natural during sex. While he didn’t make a show of cursing regularly, especially when other people were around, sex was a no-boundaries playground as far as expletives went with him. My fingers found my opening and I slipped two into myself, moaning low and long on his cock as I did, setting off vibrations along the tender skin of his shaft. Michael cursed and his hands found the back of my head, his fingers digging into my curls as he thrust into my mouth, gaining a rhythm.

“Baise-moi, oui, oui ... plus fort, Jacque!” The girl’s yelling picked up as did the slapping, leading me to believe that they were both reaching a climax and soon.

“Fuck babygirl, yes…”And from the sound of it, my husband wasn’t too far behind.

He clenched his hands in my hair, stilling me completely, and began rocking himself into the immobilized opening of my mouth, seemingly gaining momentum from my gulps and gags as he went, slapping his meat around my jaws and poking at my throat. He pulled out once or twice every so often to ensure that I could breathe, but I was only awarded a quick gulp or two of air before he was right back in, pushing until his balls were at my lips. I tried once to open my mouth even wider, to see if I could get a testicle in there as well, but quickly realized that would never be a skill I could successfully master with Michael. He was too big all by himself.

“Si serré ma petite beauté ... si humide et parfait. Venez à moi, ma douce!” The man’s low grunt came from the other side of the wall, the slapping having increased to a slamming and the girl’s hums a hoarse moaning.

“Do you…wanna swallow, Asha?” Michael groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as his pace in my mouth increased. I was now rocking my fingers into myself forcefully and was coming close upon my orgasm when he asked. He looked down at me and bit his lip, his cock rammed to the scrotum in my mouth, and he paused there. Stroked my chin softly with his fingertips, “Do you wanna taste, sweetheart? Ughh…tell me now if you don’t.” He had started sliding in and out of me again, suddenly unable to resist.

I moaned my approval and nodded my head as best I could with him wedged in my throat. He groaned and cursed, yelling my name out as he released his load deep into my throat just as the girl on the other side moaned her climax in French. I pushed my fingers in me a few more times and was rewarded with my own orgasm, although it wasn’t as good as when Michael’s fingers did it. I swallowed everything he released, making sure to lick all around his increasingly flaccid member for several minutes afterwards until I was sure there was nothing left to collect. He stood there and waited, his back pressed heavily into the wood planked barrier, his hand lazily stroking my hair.

When I was quite done, he helped me up, fixed my skirt, and re-did his pants even as the couple behind us did the same.

I wondered abstractly if they had any clue that they'd just listened to the most famous man on the planet get a blow-job, then smirked, shaking my head at the thought.

Of course not. My husband's gay, after all.



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