My Voluntary Violation – pegging anal domination

Him:

I could not have been more vulnerable, naked literally and figuratively.  My face was buried in the sheets, my in the air, my hands separating from my cheeks.  A woman I barely knew was sitting behind me armed with a strapless cock.  Her first push was a heartbeat away and my virgin was creased into a knot.  That was not what I signed up for.

Her:

Two weeks earlier:

He was always flirty and had a nasty glow in his eye, but also seemed naïve and straight-laced.  The kind of nice guy who liked to play being mean – at least that’s what I thought.   We were working with a middle-aged woman on a charity project that was humorless and boring prim.  As the prude left the meeting, he shocked me by saying, “This woman needs a good hard orgasm, but I doubt she is capable.”   I couldn’t suppress a dizzying laugh and was titillated by his impropriety.

Trying to be glib I said, “Do you?”

Him:

“God no,” he said.  “I would be at risk of biting the frost.   I’ll take a life of self-abuse if she was the last woman on earth.    Her breath seemed to catch in her throat, unsure if she dared to answer.

With a puckish smile, she asked, “Do you do this often?”    I paused and debated how much to reveal.   My marriage was satisfying, the warm love that comes from years of shared laughter, children, and soon, grandchildren.  Hot, but not hot.   For a few years, I had become devoted to exploring all the avenues of self-pleasure I could experience.

My wife spent most of the summer at our holiday home and there was plenty of time to bring out my secret toy stash, my favorite being an expensive Aneros prostate massage.  More than a year of experimentation had not yet given the “Super O” as promised, but it had brought an incredibly exciting new dimension to my sex game.

Her:

“Frequently,” he replied… sarcasticly looking down at his groin and looking up to meet mine.   My pussy tingles like my imagination evoked a vision of this sweet and funny man grabbing his erect penis, sparkling with pre-cum, an exquisite look of anticipation on his face.

I crashed back to reality as he asked with a raised forehead, “What about you?”

“Frequently,” I cracked.

My husband and I were still very active, even passionate, but I recently found myself wanting more, needing more, wanting to explore, I knew he was not willing to grant.

Him:

“I bet your sessions are as organized and elaborate as your event planning.  Speaking of which, do you think our guests should come in from the front or do you prefer to use the back door?  I was determined to see how far I could go to this insinuation without it being offended or frightened.

But instead, she seemed to regain her footing and her moxie.  “I’m open to anything.  Although I found that most male customers rarely want their backdoor used for anything other than an outlet.

“Not me,” I said soberly.  “I found a back entrance to be a nice rhythm change and use it regularly now.  I would welcome any guest who feels adventurous and open-minded.   With this, the spinster came back and our celebrations were interrupted.

Her::

I couldn’t wait to go home, undress and rub one.   I closed my eyes and imagined slipping his finger up his…. First one, then another.  stretching at the threshold of pain.  The fantasy had my cunt swollen and missing even before I started my nipple game.  He was so different from any man that I had ever been with men who, although the game was gay and verboten.  So he liked it up his?  Maybe he’d like me to do the poll, and I don’t mean with my finger.

I was the receptacle for them, fingers, tongues, and yes, I liked being stretched, slammed, and hammered into my various holes, but just once I would do the violation.  I wanted to experience this feeling of control and domination, I imagine a dick would provide me.

My mind drifted to an ad I had seen on a porn page for a strap on the dilo.  He had no fascination with me at the time… now he has taken on a sense of opportunity and adventure.   Could this man maintain my fantasy of being the asshole, instead of shit?

Him:

I can’t believe this woman.  An e-vite arrives in my inbox asking for my availability for another “planning session” and informs me that she will enter the location (a 5-star hotel nearby) from the back and asks if I am at the “intrusion”.  Is she asking what I think she is asking for?

I noted my acceptance, five days later, and in the comments section included, “I will make sure that the entrance you desire is prepared and ready to welcome you without reservation.”  It was a nice way of saying, My is yours.  The idea of a prostate massage and exploring its most intimate areas is to leave my cock stretched against my pants.

Her:

Anticipation kills me.  My thoughts are bordering on violence.  I will be gentle at first, but I intend to lead this dildo to his intuition.  He doesn’t know it, but he’s the only one who gets fucked.  I have no interest in betraying my wedding vows.  He won’t kiss me, he won’t pet me, he won’t push his dick into me.   It’s about taking what’s been taken from me, often without regard for my needs or desires.

If he’s lucky, I’ll let him look at me fingering myself.   I slip a third finger into me as I imagine the relentless thrust that I intend to give her butt.  As I push forward on my fingers, I imagine how this dilo will feel against my clitaction and the explosion that will come.   His imaginary moans and slight moans cascade me across the edge at a moment of mini-folie and liberation.

Him:

She asked if she could bring a friend and included a picture of a fucking strap on the dilet! whore?!  She wants to share my ass with that huge fake dick?   It’s twice the size of my Aneros and I can barely accommodate that!  And yet I am intrigued, even fascinated by the prospect of being submissive and getting to this incredibly cheeky, whose wise outside envelops a need to dominate.  Is that something she’s already done?  Will she take care not to abuse me?  I’m going to find an industrial force lubricant, just to be sure.

Her:

I can feel my panties soaking as I approach the bedroom door.  I hit gently and it opens with him standing in just a bathrobe.  He is incredibly handsome and smiles a sweet smile.   “You are beautiful,” he said, “and reached out for an embrace.  But I place my flat palm firmly on his chest and I look at him sternly.

“We don’t make love today friend.  I’m here to give you the fuck you want and deserve and you are my playground, not the other way around.

Him:

I thought my dick was going to burst.  Its intensity and power were the most erotic sensation I have ever known.   She supported me to the bed where I sat obediently.

She was undressing slowly, businesslike, appreciating my discomfort.  At the same time, the dress had fallen open and she could clearly see that while I was uncomfortable, my dick was not.  Her breasts were those in their twenties.  I had a hard time determining whether they were natural or improved.  The nipples were large and erect.

She turned her back on me and cremed in a large bag.   I was relieved to see the she pulled was not the mammoth ripper she had sent in her text.   It wasn’t small, in fact it looked like a replica of my own organ.  But it was only slightly larger than the squirming cap I used when my wife was away.

Her:

I stood in front of him and teased my own nipples.  I wanted to tempt him with what he couldn’t have.   Expertly, I slipped the delicate harness holding my cock on my legs and ass and squeezed my gun comfortably against my cunt.  I grabbed it with my right hand as I pinched a swollen nipple with my left.

Then I slowly gyrated my hips while massaging the base of my dilo against the flesh of my.   His cock was so hard that a Tiger couldn’t scratch it.   “Are you ready to lose your cherry sir?”

He nodded, licked his lips, looked at his cock and retrieved a stream of pre-cum on his finger and put it on his own nipple.   As he began to draw circles around his ésitée, I slapped his hand away and pinched his hard nipple, causing him to jump, but keeping silent.   I then took a drooling stream of pre-cum myself and jumped it into my mouth.  “Take off your dress and turn around.”

Her:

I did as orderly, throwing the dress and lying on my belly.  She dragged her breasts on my legst she began to climb me from behind, finally sitting on the she was eagerly waiting to invade.   I heard oil squirting in her hands and she gently began to massage my back and shoulders.   I began to breathe deeply, forcing myself to relax, knowing that any tension would make it an exercise in pain instead of pleasure.

Her hands were firm and as she worked her way south on my back, she rested the cool cock between my ass cheeks.  Slowly she slid backwards, tracing a finger into my ass crack where that cock had just been.  Another squirt, and hot lubricant tricked the little one from my back into the chasm hiding my entrance.   My dick was on fire and I gently hummed the mattress under me.    Before she arrived, I had prepared for her by completely cleaning my canal.  I then injected my own lubricant into my in preparation for the invader.

Her:

“Raise your hips!”  I didn’t want to bark at the order.  That’s how it came out.   Attempted, he shimmied back to raise his.   He smelled of soap and lavender.  Did he shower?  Did you get a laema?  His attention to cleanliness has awakened me even more.  He was thoughtful, and aware that this was a first for me too.

I looked like the lubricant tricked at his anus and took my pinky and gently teased.  He sighed a deep sigh and my finger went softly.   He was exchanged for my index finger, then the middle, his deep breath allowing his to give way and stretch to my touch.

I twisted and gently massaged the lumpy nut I met inside.  His prostate was firm and swollen.  As I pushed a small twist of clear cum oozing from his cock peeking under my hand.  My nails were cut to make sure there was no discomfort.   As his hole relaxed further, I removed my fingers.

I could see him peeking at my cunt between his legs and I gave him a show- pushing my phallus aside and inserting my fingers into my drip quim.  I then took the wet glob of my and smeared it on her.   I wanted him to smell like a woman, to smell like a musty cunt.  Slowly I stood and rested the tip of my cock against his ass waiting/cunt.

Him:

I focus on my dick, my breathing, the drip of cum on the sheets, all to relax and take my mind out of the raise I’ll get.  The trick touches me.  The lubricant makes a comforting squish and it enters a fraction of an inch.  I can’t help but moan.  In my years of play and masturbation more and more inventive, I dreamed of reversing roles with a lover.  I feel her hands grab my thighs and pull my towards her.  The penetration feels extreme, I whine reflexively but I take the dildo deeper into my channel.

She withdraws and gives a clumsy push.  The lubricant I had injected is released on her cock and she gasps as the whole tree incorporates another three inches. She pulls out and with a scream pulls her hips forward while pulling mine back and the cock disappears entirely into my wet ass.  I find myself wishing that she could ejaculate in me, that she could feel the joy, power and release of hot sperm vapor shooting in the most sacred place a human possesses.

Her:

Take this! Eat my dick. All.  I hit her chest and pinch her nipples as hard as I can.  I want him to feel the pleasure and pain colliding in exquisite happiness.  As I push, my is getting a friction from the base of the dilet and I can feel my climax build.  I wish I had balls to slap him.  I want to leave him a whrewd and slimy mess, but I don’t have sperm.  His moans rise in height and is therefore mine.

I can no longer contain my climax and, to my surprise, for the first time in my life, I go, lie and ejaculate on myself and throw droplets of my liquid on and in his.  It was a thirty-year eruption in manufacturing.  The squeaky and docile girl who left the men tossing her meat had just reached the thing closest to virility and female liberation in a flood of emotion, passion and girl’s sperm.

Him:

I felt like someone had thrown a cup of hot water on my, my belly and behind.  The sensation of his ejaculation made me tremble.  My muscles grabbed on that cock and drew it even deeper inside me and in that moment of maximum penetration, my prostate convulsed and pulled a load on my chin, face and arms.  My juices mixed with hers and I opened my mouth to try to catch as much of this delicious nectar as I could.

Her:

I was spent. I creaked like a second wave of fun unexpectedly and sent a last spray of at my victim, who was taking his free hand, picking up our mixed mess and avidly scrambling his sticky fingers in his mouth.  With a whiff of brilliance, I disengaged from him.   I looked intently at his quivering anus, still pulsating with his pleasure and lubricating dripping from his deepest recesses.   A tiny, majestic place of purple testified to the fact that his virginity was now mine.   In spite of myself, I leaned over, took out my tongue and started cleaning it.

Him:

It was the sweetest capitulation.  I wanted more privacy, my power back, but she was harsh in her denial.  Is that how they feel?  A void when it’s over?  Was I used?  That’s why my wife and former lovers wanted to cuddle afterwards.  It was a voluntary, pleasant violation, but nevertheless a violation.

I reversed myself and penetrated her eyes as she had penetrated me.  They looked electric and strong.  The dilet hung under her, now helpless.   She broke it, threw it to the side.  Instantly, her features softened and she said, “Will you hold me for a while?”

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