She had been sucking and nibbling this way for perhaps five minutes, when Lance suddenly withdrew his cock, told her to strip all her clothing off and stand spread-eagle with her back to him at the sofa. So he is going to fuck me in the ass, she thought. Good. His decision to have her anally pleased her for two reasons. Not only was her rear the only aperture that had, so far today, gone unpenetrated, but getting it in her rear door made her feel more as if she were being "used," and sometimes she liked to feel that she was being used. Yes, it seemed to heighten the slave/master relationship (or whatever it was) that existed between her and Lance.
Willingly, Maria hastily stood, stripped off all her clothing, then went over to the sofa and leaned forward, supporting herself with both hands up on the top of the sofa. Her legs were spread far apart, her perfectly rounded ass beckoning and even quivering slightly as Lance approached.
She felt his rough hands fondling the globes of her buttocks, then reaching around and crudely tweaking her erect? nipples. As he groped at her breasts, she felt his stiff rod begin poking at her ass. Her rectum seemed to go limp then in anticipation. Yes, whenever she knew she was about to take in the immensity of Lance's erect penis, her anal cavity seemed to prepare itself.
She wanted his cock up there now-wanted it badly-wanted it more than anything. "Give it to me, Lance," she found herself pleading. "Oh, stick it in and-and fill me up."
One of the things she liked best about getting screwed in her bottom by Lance was the fact that he always brought her to orgasm by massaging her clit as he pumped his flesh wedge into her. Some of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced had come from Lance in this manner. For some inexplicable reason, the clit massage combined with the anal fucking drove her nearly mad with tingling sensations that rippled throughout her entire body.
His big cockhead was pressing at the small, puckered hole now, forcing an entry ever so slowly as he began rubbing her love nub in front with his middle finger.
"like it, baby?" he asked, grunting, breathless.
"You-you know I do," she stammered, reaching back and parting her buttocks with her hand. "Yes, just rub my pussy top that way while you ease thatthat big prick inside me. Ohhhh, yesss…
"Didn't think you wanted anymore sex today, did you?" Lance asked. "Well, you were wrong, huh? Now you're loving it, right? Just remember that, sugar. Whenever you think you don't need me, just remember what daddy can do. Understand?" He reached up and pulled her hair as he bit her neck hard. "Well?"
"Ouch…oh, yes," she replied. "I-I'll never forget, Lance. Nooo…never!"
Lance's huge prick was filling her rear end now, nearly bursting her rectum, it seemed, but it hurt good. She loved the way it intruded, ramming, spearing, digging way up into the very innards of her. God, she wondered, wasn't it in yet? It felt like it was. But he was still shoving, trying to insert the remainder of his hot prober, his immense battering ram. And then, finally, she felt his pelvis against the cheeks of her buttocks. It was all the way in at last! One of his hands rambled from one of her hanging breasts to the other while his other hand continued that heavenly clit massage-the clit massage that felt better than anything…than anything…
"Ohhhh, Jesussss!" she cried through clenched teeth. She let go of her ass now and clasped the base of his rod hard in her hand. "Drive it in me!" she commanded. "Fuck my ass hard, Lance! Oh, fuck it good, baby!"
"Tell me you're going out of your head, sugar! I want to hear you say it," Lance said, driving his rod in a steady tempo now into the depths of her.
"Y-You're killing me, but it-it feels soooo gooood," Maria responded. "My knees are wobbly…heaven…it's heaven. I love you to cram it in me! Oh, yessss…you're driving me out of my head."
Now Lance began ass-fucking her with a fury. Maria had to hold on hard to the sofa top to keep from being knocked against the wall. Lance's hip thrusts were slamming against her buttocks furiously, viciously. As he drove savagely that way, Lance also rotated his hips so that he could make contact with everything she owned internally, it seemed.
"Agh…ouu…ahh…ergh," he grunted as he speared her in a frenzy.
He held her buttocks with his hands now, for leverage, and clutched and gouged them viciously to suit his needs.
"I-I-I'm nearly there," Maria whimpered. "Ohhh, Goddd! I'm almost comming, Lance. Don't stop, honey. Oh, don't stop! Never stop!"
And then, sadistically, Lance stopped. "Just cool off for a second, sugar," he said. "Daddy doesn't feel like blowing his wad just now. No sir, sugar. Daddy wants to make this last."
Maria began shuddering all over. "Please?" she begged. "Please give it to me and make me tingle all over, Lance? Oh, Pul-eeeze!"
Lance still lightly teased her clit, but he had entirely ceased his hip thrusts. "In a moment," he said, almost laughing. "All in good time."
She backed into his prick, shoving and trying to simulate the stabs that had stopped. "Ohhhhh," she wailed, her eyelids fluttering. "You bastard! Don't do this to me! You know I need it! Give me what I need!"
He laughed very loud now, mocking, enjoying her shuddering and pleas for fulfillment. He held her ass firmly with his right hand so that she could not ride his pole.
"You're just like a junkie, sugar," he said. "Right? You gotta have this big cock like a junkie needs his fix, don't you?"
"Yessss," Maria admitted, hating her boss at that moment for making her admit her craving need. "Damn you! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass or-or I'll never let you do-"
Once again, Lance grabbed her hair and gave a hard pull. Her head was pulled so far back now that she stared up at the ceiling, her boss's hot breath in her ear. It was incredible the way this man could bring her from sexual indifference to babbling, insane need.
"I got you plugged good, sugar. I got a handful of your hair, and my cock's up your ass as far as it will go, and goddam it you'll do whatever I please. Do you understand?" He gave her hair a very hard tug now and she grimaced with pain. "Well, do you understand?"
"Yes," she managed to chirp, her face contorted in pain. "Please don't hurt me, Lance."
"I asked you a question," he grunted. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I-I understand," she said. Tears began running down her cheeks now. This was the part that Lance liked best of all. He loved to make her cry-hear her whimpering as he drove his enormous prong very hard into her ass. Oddly, she had learned to like this sadomasochistic ritual, too.
"Good," Lance said. "Now get ready for the finish."
He released his hold on her hair momentarily then and shoved her forward angrily, so that her forehead was against the fabric of the sofa. She knew she would remain in that position, staring down at the cushions, until he had climaxed. That was his modus operandi-to hold her in that position, her hair in his hand, as he rubbed her clit and pumped his prick as hard as possible into her ass until they both came. He would hurt her a great deal, but the pleasure would become incredible after a while. She knew that for sure, which is why she endured the painful preliminaries. Yes, it would all be worth it in the end. In a way, she hated herself for letting this egomaniac use her in this fashion, but-but she could not help herself. He had conditioned her to orgasming mightily in this manner. He was a devil who took her to the sexual heights, a fiend who used her body for his own pleasure and, somehow-she knew not how-provided her with indescribable sexual satisfaction.