After that, Jak and I still couldn’t get up and out.

Ume IMed from work. Even there, so far away. His energy crackled over my skin. I sat quietly talking with Ume about my overwhelming desire to have him. A small trinket to hold in my hands. We agreed, that he held in his hands. We want the same things. I melt. I’m telling myself he’s said we’re a couple why am I afraid to admit it to people?

Then it dawns on me. I’m afraid no sooner than I do that. He’ll have to leave me, he’ll set me free, to be fair he’ll say. Now that he’s pinky promised (a gesture I didn’t have to explain, bonus sexy appeal Mistah Ume.) I feel better.

Still, how to begin?

Anyway, Ume has to go, so I sigh and watch.

So, I ask Jak “What are we doing?” I say looking at the quickly darkening sky. He says nothing, I don’t even hear breathing. Fear sets in, what if he’s dead?

Then he stands up and I’m about ready to ask again. All of the sudden his lips are on mine. Jak never kisses. More aptly he never kisses like in romance novels. His hands are on my body and I’m trying to find his neck. His one sexual weakness.
It’s mine, target acquired, he’s moaning as I bite, lick, and kiss. His mouth sucks at my nipple, something he rarely does anymore. No longer fearful of the breast milk that once was produced. Moans and jerking unsure movements are all I’m capable of.

He grabs me to flip me on my belly.

“Babykat and Ume are watching.” He whispers in my ear hitting my pussy with his cock. I could see them there! Ume with a bemused smirk wearing a Brooks Brothers suit complete with a visible hard on. Babykat wearing just a tee shirt my dollar coin on her neck rubbing her pussy.

Then a miracle happens. Jak slips a finger into my pussy. Jak has finger fucked me maybe six times through out our five years. He’s always rough, you can tell he doesn’t know how. No girl ever explained how to I suppose. Two reasons why I don’t, I’m afraid if I stop and teach playtime will stop.

I’m a sick fuck the pain gets me off.

He’s finger fucking me while they watch is all I can think. Ume finally pulling out his cock, stroking it. He’s arranged this.I think. Did he? Did he tell Jak I was wet and needed sex?

Babykat’s fingering herself whimpering. I love watching her like this, denied cock so she just has to touch her own pussy, which I own, so she’s not cumming.

Jak’s fingers slide into my asshole. It hurts.Oh my god does it hurt. I’m trying to get away Jak’s holding me there. He forces me to orgasm. Painfully. Pain pushes me into it headlong, I’m yelling, I think. Jak’s up and off the bed before I’m done My now empty pussy is clenching and angry.

It ends with me ass up in the air, tears on my eyes. Rolling onto the mattress.

My tongue knew every inch, not just his cock either. I’m pretty sure I’ve run my tongue over every inch of that chocolate skin of his.
We met about two years back when a previous Master of mine suggested a threeway. We had even discussed John taking over ownership of me after Master left us both.

He never did, despite all my trying and hints that I wanted this to happen. I think he doesn’t out of respect, that’s okay. I’m always fine with being his little playmate, whenever he asked. It never really occurred to me to think “Oh he’s a black guy…” I always just thought “Oh, it’s John, I hope he let’s me…”

Tonight John took me to a club, an upscale gay bar with a heavy cross dresser aesthetic. I always wanted to look my best when going out with John, he always dressed very nice. I think he knew that suits got me off, not suits alone but, give me a man in a suit and I couldn’t resist. I had to get as much girl-juice on the crotch as I could.
The club had play areas in the back to use them you had to be a membership. John was, tonight I was his plus one. I couldn’t be happier. We ordered drinks at the bar and took in the scene.
“I want to play with cock tonight.” He whispered his lips on my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I could only press my ass into his legs and nod a limp reply.
***

An hour later we were back in the “Pink Pleasure” room, I was down on my knees my ass jutting out semi exposed while my lips were wrapped firmly around John’s rather meaty prick. My eyes were watching his, I was fixated. I knew others were watching. If I didn’t stay focused, I would run. Listening to his moans was making me wet, I was sure everyone behind me could see. In a daring moment when I’m gagging on his nice thick cock, I spread my thighs.

To a few muffled gasps.

John’s hands were running over my ass, I could tell because he had to move to pet me which caused him to force more cock into my mouth. He must have decided that that felt good because he started fucking my mouth.

The kind fucking only intended for someone’s pussy. Drool was coating his cock now and the lower half of my face. He didn’t seem to care though. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down.

Holding me there.

I couldn’t breathe. My pussy shuddered and clenched with a dull ache. My heart beat faster as I pressed my pussy to the floor. Every cell of my body screaming for relief. I was certain I was going to black out, the room was spinning and I just couldn’t….

Gasping.

I was coughing and gasping my whole body shaking as I was sucking in air again. I could breathe, still my lips instinctively reached out again for his cock. Sucking him once more. Just the head, he was almost ready. My mouth sought out his cock instinctively, I was merely an instrument to my own lust. I heard him cry out then i felt the shudder, followed by the warmth.

I swallowed.

My pussy tingled and a sense of relief washed over me. The urgency I felt only moments before abated, I was at peace. My tongue was coated, John being ever the gentleman offered me a sip of his beer. I didn’t take it. Most girls would’ve, anything to offset the taste. However I was not most girls, I am me and I wanted to wear this taste home.

Except with three.

A terrible track record for someone who had more Dominants than those three. With those three I did not try to be submissive. I was submissive. It was rare, really rare. A feeling I longed for yet, was totally leery of since it was always sudden and total.

He scared me because I wanted him to be more. In my experience, I’ve never had my master and my boyfriend be the same person. It’s just that I’ve always been the “play with them and send them home” type. That’s not to say I didn’t love either man.

But, he was new. He was young like me. We could somehow view things differently. He didn’t just allow my brattiness. He found it endearing. He didn’t consider my pink hair and my piercings “out of place” or “kinky”. They were what made “me” me. He liked me as is.

He didn’t wish me to change to fit some idea of an idealized submissive. Under him I was able to embrace who I was to become a better girl. He did not make me feel shameful. He made me stronger. Even as I was bound, waiting in his chair. Alone. I felt strong.

Today was a very special day. Saidin had tied me in pretty pink ropes. My legs were the only things forced open. He had me spread open with a spreader bar.

“Be a good girl,” he had said pulling on his boots. “I’ll be right back.”

That could have been minutes, but it felt like hours ago. Ages. I pondered this.

Saidin had left a full length in front of me. My nipples were hard and my breast seemed bigger, looking at them bound. I’m a bit vain in knowing I can get wet just looking at myself. I suppose that’s why I did porn. Part of it anyways.

I watched my pussy moisten as my pussy lips got puffy. As a teenager, I thought my pussy was disgusting since my inner lips were slightly longer than my outer ones. Now, I longed to touch them. I loved them.

Saidin stood behind me. I was unaware of him until he was stroking my collarbone. His finger moved down slowly, stroking my skin. He reached my nipples and pinched them hard. I cried out, but my eyes were transfixed. I was watching us.

As he came around in front of me, I smiled. He just grinned and unzipped his pants. I wanted it in my mouth badly. I knew he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction. Tonight he was going to fuck me. His cock was rigid and perfect. It made my pussy juices gush. I was getting his chair messy, but I don’t believe that Saidin cared about his chair at the moment.

He pulled my hips out so my back now rested in the puddle. He drove his cock into my terminally tight cunt. I moaned, arching my back sinking myself all the way to the base. His eyes were intense as he slammed into and out of me. I felt myself flush as I studied the features of his face.

I was going to orgasm looking at him. He made sure of it, smirking as he slammed into me, finally digging his nails into the flesh around my hips.

I gasped.

My hips pushed me off as I rolled them, my pussy answering, spitting out my slickness and his seed. I was panting I was a beautiful mess. Saidin freed my ankles, and I extended my legs cautiously. Slowly, as he freed me, I began to come back to my senses. “Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling back at me.

“Want to watch Doctor Who?” I asked hopefully.

“After I give you a bath, you’re filthy.” he said, picking me up and carrying me to his bathtub .

Meeting men is not hard for me. Meeting interesting men however is another story. Normally I never met men from Niteflirt, I just didn’t, most of them weren’t worth it. I had only done it once before with short lived but erotic results, kissing in the hallway of my apartment building.
Most men simply weren’t worth it.

Most.

He was, or I had this feeling he would be. I felt nervous as I waited for him at the comic book store. This store was like my second home, yet I was nervous. I should not have been this way, I was me after all. I’ve met Hunter S. Thompson and I was less shy.
The difference was, I didn’t know Hunter’s desires. Nor did Hunter’s desires match mine quite so perfectly. I knew what Todd wanted and I was going to give it to him. All over the city if I could manage it. I saw him through the window walking down 33rd street, he looked so good.

My heart skipped.

He walked through the door looking like a kid in a candy store. Eyes wide ogling shelves and shelves of comic books.
“Welcome to The Universe!” I said using the voice I save for the phone. Todd’s eyes darted over to me. He took me in with a smile, his eyes lingered on my tits. Good, that’s what I wanted.
“Lola?” He asked his smile widening.
“Yup, that’s me.” I said reaching out to him, he hugged me. He arms felt strong. My god, I loved his body already. “So, you want to look around?” I whispered in his ear.
We explored the store stopping and looking at everything DC put out recently. My husband was working the register. I bantered with him, we laughed.
“See you tomorrow, honey.” I said on the way out.
“Have fun.” He called after me.

We walked into the brisk air and the night time street crowd. Tood walked next to me, it felt like we had been doing it forever. It felt good, very good. His hotel was a few blocks down, so I decided we were walking to it. I have odd little ways of testing my submissives, this was one of them.

The hotel was nice, and I could swear I’d stayed here before, years ago. We made our way on to the elevator, laughing and joking. Room 456. Todd’s room. It was finally going to happen, five years since I had dominated anyone in person,

There’s a certain satisfaction to making someone, well yours. For me, it’s an art. I followed Todd’s movements feeling his nervous energy. I smirked, tilting my head. I had to admit, it had a really nice ass.
“Stop.” I said softly. He looked at me but, stopped.
“Good, now come here.” He was walking to stand in front of me.
“Strip for me.” I said biting my lip.
Todd stared at me, then started to undo his belt never taking his eyes off me. Something in his eyes made me shiver. I watched his fingers pull open each button, he was teasing me but since I was enjoying I’d let it slide. I liked it even more when he took his pants off. Seeing him naked for the first time made me sigh.

“On the bed.” I whispered and watched him crawl on to the bed. He knew better, he sprawled on his back, so I could see his hard on replete with jewelry that I had been fantasizing about for months.
“Todd, Spiral” I waited before speaking “Todd, when I bring you back up you will respond to trigger words. The first word is the word ‘honey’ this word will make it feel as though I am pulling on your nipple piercings. The word ‘baby’ and it will feel like I am pulling on those lovely testicle piercings.” I said my breath catching just watching him. I went on “Tood, When I describe something, you will feel it and with each word I speak you will fall more under my will. You will always want to please me. Keep those firmly in place. 10..9..8…7…6…5…4…3..2..1.”

Todd’s eyes opened and he looked at me smiling.
“Honey, come take me to bed.” I said softly watching him shiver. Todd picked me up slowly.

The hotel bed sheets were cool, despite the fact he was just laying on them. We spent several moments, our bodies barely touching. My fingers trailed along his thigh as my lips pressed to his. Kissing him was like eating fine chocolate.
“Baby.” I purred as his teeth sunk into the flesh of my neck.
“Fuck, slut…” His fingers squeezed my nipple. Under normal situations I’d have berated anyone else. His hard cock pressed into my thighs. I moved my left leg over his pressing against him. He tugged my nipple hard enough to hurt. I hissed pressing my chest into him.

“Miss me, Baby?” I whispered in his ear.
“God, yes.” He growled kissing my lips again. His cock slid into my pussy. The jewelry stroked me in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for, I gasped and tried not to orgasm. I was blushing I knew it.
“Honey?” I made it a question.
“Hmm?” He asked distractedly pushing deeper inside my pussy.
“Baby, I was wondering if you’d lick my pussy.” It was worth it to feel him shiver inside me and to watch his face as he moaned.
He looked at me puzzled, and pushed harder into me.
“Okay, fuck just keep fucking me.” I said digging my nails into his back. He groaned and fucked me harder.
***
“Oh, Lola.” Todd said from the bathroom.
“Yes? I called back, my voice trembling still.
“You’ll be a good little girl after dinner right?”

I’d have to wait, and struggle through a dinner. Fuck, hopefully karma would be kind.

I thought Topping while in a wheelchair was difficult, but I must be a masochist. Bottoming is harder, hands down. While itʻs not more difficult in terms of capability or ability, there are a fair number of difficulties.

The finding partners is always the hardest part. Finding people who can accept the “my bitch comes with wheels” is quite difficult. Adding that I’m a painslut makes it even weirder. People have a hard time hurting me. Even though I’m a big girl and I ask for it. I know what I can handle, and I will use my safe word.

You know what they say, that when you stop looking for something, you find it? It’s true. In fact, itʻs the only thing I believe in. I just have to remind myself of this a lot.

It was a cold night when I met him. I was with friends outside of Stilettos, a gay and lesbian bar in Detroit. He caught my eye. He was older and debonair, the type of guy I masturbate to. I love older men, but I had never really been with one. I was staring at him. He was staring right back.

My friends had to drag me inside. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go in. I simply wasn’t about to lose a test of wills. Once inside, I consoled myself with something alcoholic that tasted vaguely of blackberry and turned my attention to the stage.

“Hello.” A velvety voice whispered in my ear. Startled, I jumped and looked up. It was him.

“Hello.” I said, marveling at how close he was, yet he was not touching my chair. He put his hands on my shoulders. My breath caught, my heart pounded, he was touching me.

“My name is Rei, I’m interested in getting to know you. Come outside with me while I smoke,” he said before walking away. It was not a request, it was an order.

Before I could think, I was up and away from my party. I quickly caught up with up him. He held the door open for me. My nipples were hard and I couldnʻt tell if it was the cold or the excitement.

“Let me guess, early twenties, rebellious and a Daddyʻs girl,” he said from behind me.

“Hardly a Daddyʻs girl,” I said, giggling nervously.

“No…” I could hear the smooth suck on his cigarette. “I can fix that.” He spoke confidently, reaching down and tweaking a nipple. I was mortified, I was embarrassed, I was aroused.

I was his.

There are those moments when you can just feel your whole life change. This was mine. The moment I knew I could be submissive. As the realization set in, he turned and the next thing I knew, he was walking off, during my moment of epiphany! How dare he! I chased after him.

He stopped in front of a really nice, sleek black car.

“Ever done it in a BMW… I didnʻt quite catch your name?” He said. He was smirking.

“No, and my name is Lo.” I said. Oh shit, I used my real name. Oh fuck, I wanted him bad.

“Well, Lo . Let me enlighten you.” He said undoing my seatbelt with one hand and opening the BMWʻs back door. He tossed aside his cigarette stepping on it once, crushing the glowing ember beneath his heel.

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and set me in the back seat. I lay there my heart beating while he moved int the car with me shutting the door behind him. I watched him wide eyed.

He immediately exposed my nipples, looking me over. Caressing the curve of my hip. “I want to hurt you, Lo.” He stated it the way most would say, “I like green.” He let his hand trail down the front of my thighs.

I whimpered.

He moved me so that I was on my belly pressed against the leather. He lifted my skirt. As usual, I wasnʻt wearing any panties. He brought his hand down on my bare ass. Sound of flesh on flesh filled the car. On and on he went until he finally got me to cry out.

It hurt a lot but I was taught never to cry. It felt different from the times my step-dad spanked me. My ass hurt the same, but the electricity was there and my pussy was wet and aching. He knew this, surely he had to. His fingers would dip into every time heʻd stop to rub my ass.

I raised my ass under his hand as he rubbed my ass smearing my wetness across my backside. He laughed and continued his assault on my ass. I was moaning and gasping, and then:

“Stop please.” I said, not my standard safe-word but, he stopped sitting back on his heels.

“70. You must have been an unruly child.” He said chuckling.

“Yeah.” I said gasping. His finger slid into me stopping me from talking. He pushed inside my tight pussy. I was surprised by my own wetness. He slid back and forth adding a second finger and third until my pussy was stuffed full and convulsing around him.

Before I knew it, I was orgasming at the speed of sound. The whole thing was sharp and brief. Even now I think about it, what I could have done differently if I had the toys on hand and the knowledge to use them.

Just as the thought sparked through my mind, my body recoiled, trying to place a definite end to the encounter. Abrupt as it was, the next thing that happened was him putting in me back in my chair and handing me his card.

“Call me.” He said. I quickly dashed back into the bar. My friends hadnʻt even noticed I was gone.

Of course I called.

Three years ago or maybe more I belonged to The Doctor. I mean belong in the sense, I was his bitch. I loved him, I’m never sure if he loved me. Not that it doesn’t matter, it does. There’s hundreds of other “my Master loves me, and only me blogs” This is not one of those.

The Doctor is a bit of a Bastard. That’s why I love our relationship, like Lux & Jack (my fictional characters) he reminds me we will never be sweethearts. Though he has his moments of being my Boyfriend. Some years ago, I moved then he moved.
We exchanged a few hellos or goodbyes or he’d tell me I whine too much. A few weeks back he made me feel miserable. I had gone to Baltimore on college business, I have impossible money problems so I was staying with a friend of mine…

All was cool.

He however was not. My third night there, he got grabby. Which turned into rape. I got out of there as fast as I could. I spent the night in a Starbucks trying to figure out if my medicaid could work here. Going to the bathroom hoping the bleeding is a tear (it was, but since I gave birth in May I was scared, my former friend had ruined me for future use. ) I debate calling Trevor to come take me to his home. I decided against, he has too much to do. Then remember, Trevor is out of town.
Instead, I try to reach out to The Doctor, but I find myself too ashamed. I hint, and hint badly. The Doctor is cold and offers me no comfort.

I ponder if he ever cared.

A few weeks go by, and I’m sulking over coffee with I notice The Doctor. I slink over unsure of myself. He says I look like I could use a drink, to which I ruefully agree. We make small talk, and somehow I end up saying:
“Pain sluttery works for me.”
I sigh feeling him pull me away. mentally that link is still there. He whispers “I have a scalpel.” A thrill shoots through my cunt. I’m left biting my lip.
He growls a sexy threat of “I could just slit your wrists, watch you bleed out. I’m delightfully twisted like that.” He voice is crawling over my skin.
I can barely mange to speak. “I know you won’t.” I gasp trying to clear my own cloying thoughts. I whisper “But, I’d let you.”
I try to back up. To stop my aching pussy, but I fail at making small talk. However the reason and the revelation of this whole beta partner search and I say “My looking for a Dom is fruitless because I need them to be viscous…then pet me later…not just pet me.”

He presses closer to me “I could do so much more.” I feel his scalpel press into my flesh. My panties would be wet if I were wearing any. I can feel his hard on, and the blade I don’t know which thrills me more. At this point, I’m just along for the ride, my submissive side is out.

He nicks my mouth with his blade squeezing my lips with his fingers before kissing me. I press into him begging with my body.
I remember suddenly, at some point he asked me what I was looking for. It spills out of my lips.

“My over all fantasy is…to be owned so completely that my Master could ask for my life and i would let him hurt me until there was no more….but ideally he wouldn’t kill me because i would be such a good painslut…he would just…use me…but his favorite thing to do? cut his name into me…and when he was finished he’d cum on it..”

He laughs, taking the blade to my breasts.
“I’d never carve my name, but maybe something else.” He is smirking. I feel the blade bite into me. He is carving letters while my pussy floods. All over the back of my skirt. He is carving a “S-L-U-T” into my tender flesh. I have had a pure pain orgasm. Those are my favorite.
Suddenly I feel The Doctor against my pussy. My mind is racing, my pussy doesn’t even fight, it’s too slick as he’s already fucking me.

And that is how The Doctor and I made up.

Now, this is most likely “erotica” I however am keeping it as a sex file. That night, I climbed into bed after kissing my daughter goodnight. I dreamt of Trevor, I dreamt he watched the whole thing and spanked me for not giving anal.

I’m a bad kittyslut.

Now here I was two years later waiting in line at Border’s bookstore for Camden to sign my copy of Palm tree 13. I had butterflies in my stomach I sat thinking of all the clever things I could say to him. Nervously I looked to the front of the line trying to see him. From what I could see he looked unhappy, and I don’t blame him most everyone ahead of me and said something along the lines of “Camden dude, I liked your book it was so like me.”

I just sighed and thought to myself. “No, it is not like you, you slacker moron!” a big smile came to my lips when I realized I would be the last one in line. I didn’t know whether to cry or to be excited. Slowly I approached his table. Camden looked up at me the tiredness in his eyes seemed to dissolve away as he saw me smile.

“Hello, and what’s your name?” he smiled back at me and I felt that tingle again only this time it wasn’t anywhere near my spine.

“Laura.” My voice sounded far off and distant to my mind. I watched him signing my copy I felt my lip tremble I wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“Well, Laura how would you like to go out to dinner with this old writer?”

“Yes.” I about jumped out of my skin onto him. he laughed looking at me.

I watched him as he gathered up his coat and briefcase and finished his business with the storeowner. A shock of electricity passed through me as he grabbed my arm to walk with me.

“So, you actually read my work?” Camden sounded so amused.

“Oh, yes sir, I even did a monologue from your Liz Phair book for my forensics piece.”

He laughed and turned to look at me. “There are no monologues in that book.”

I had to crane my neck to look up at him “I know but the way I did it, it was”

At the coffeehouse we talked mostly of my aspirations as a writer over cheesecake.

“So, you write erotica?” he asked as we waited for another slice.

“Yeah, you don’t think I’m sluttish?” I giggled as my foot touched his leg under the table.

“No, I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He smiled a slightly devilish smile.

As we sat in the coffeehouse the world seemed to disappear or go on with out us, I always felt that it didn’t matter now that I was being heard, actually listened to.

Soon the second round of cheesecake came, and we started talking about my father not wanting me to write, then about how he decided to write. Soon we were on a third slice, time seemed to be whizzing past us.

“Would you like to come to my hotel room, and continue our chat?” Camden said smiling hopefully. I breathed in deeply to calm myself so I didn’t sound like a total idiot.

“Yes.” Was all I managed to say, but it was all I needed to say.

Camden’s hotel room was lovely with a modest pastel theme, I was really impressed that his publisher actually paid for this.

“Have a seat, please.” Camden said taking off his tweed coat. I sat in the chair next to the desk. “Thank you.” I said softly.

The first kiss was so electric I thought I was going to fall over dead, but instead I melted into him. He laughed as he pulled me to my feet. We spun in a wide circle and Camden let me fall backwards on to the bed. We were both flushed. slowly I unbuttoned my blouse. My breasts hung there full my heart pounded as my nipples became erect.

Camden looked at me with a sense of wonder, like I was a mythical goddess. I undid the snaps on my cute little plaid mini skirt.

“My little schoolgirl.” Camden teased me, stroking my cheek.

He knelt leaning forward his fingers lightly tugged my nipple as his mouth began its assault on my other nipple. I cried out running my fingers through his hair holding his head in placed as he sucked. He eased me down onto my back. Kissing down my stomach. He pulled the front of my bikini cut panties down kissing the delicate flesh admiring my neatly trimmed pussy.

“Can I take these off?” he asked while pulling them down, he flung them across the floor.

I was left in just my high-heeled Mary Jane’s; he looked pleased as he spread my legs laying a blanket of kisses on my thighs. I shivered feeling my juices drip.

“Camden, please, ” I rested a foot on his shoulder.

Camden inched forward his tongue trailed over my clit. he lapped at it quickly. I scooted down closer. Camden lifted his head. “That’s it baby.” He groaned pulling me closer still his tongue swirled around my slit bumping into my sensitive clit. I moaned as Camden poked his tongue into my hungry slit I wrapped my legs tightly around his head. I rode his tongue until I started to orgasm. He was very slow as my cum poured into his mouth.

He stood his full length I was so blessed out from the intensity of my orgasm I didn’t even notice him climbing onto the bed. He rolled me so that he was underneath me. I smiled down at him. I rubbed my pussy on the head of cock teasingly.

He lowered me down on the full length of his cock; I rocked slowly rising slowly then slipped back down. Faster I went he raised his hips to meet me, we fucked like that for an hour or more I screamed his name as he seed flowed into me.

“Can we do it again?” I asked sounding as innocent as a little girl.

He looked me over for a moment, smiling. Camden reached out stroking my ass. I purred pressing against his hand.

“Such a soft ass, so inviting Laura you are such a temptress.” He kissed from my neck down my back. He crawled in between my legs his cock rubbed on my cheeks.

“Please.” He growled softly.

“Yes.” I squeaked out.

Camden entered my asshole with force yet was very gentle. I pushed back against him. I had never done this before but had fantasized about doing it. He pumped me hard striking my ass with hand, it landed with a loud slap.

“Ahh, yes more please.” I cried out in sheer ecstasy. he spanked me again. I couldn’t believe it but my body shudders in another orgasm, Camden came as my asshole squeezed tightly on his cock.

As we lie there still shaking and sweating I knew he was indeed the best lover I would ever have.