Anal Pleasures
He hadn't been home long before he found me, carefully watering the flowers in the den. As I turned to greet him, it was clear that he arrived with purpose. I could see the swell of his cock straining against the cloth of his slack. With a small smile, I sighed in anticipation, wondering what he desired, today.
"How may I serve you today, Sir?" I asked.
He gestured to the heavy desk nearby and bade me to bend over it, presenting my ass. Readily, I obeyed, leaning across the dark, shiny wood. I heard him move up behind me and felt his hands push up the short work skirt that I wore, exposing my bare cheeks and pussy. It was a given that I never wore underwear. I was always ready to serve in whatever capacity that he desired. Softly, I moaned as he ran his hands across my exposed flesh, gently kneading and stroking in turn with one hand, while the other worked at his pants to free himself.
He pulled away from me momentarily, reaching over the desk to pick up a small bottle of lubricant. I heard the top pop up and then gasped as I felt the cold, slick substance being dripped onto my asshole. I could hear the telltale sound of him working his cock, spreading it along his length. My pussy quivered, wetness beginning to form upon my lips as I thought about what was to come. Master never aimed to hurt me when he was in the mood for anal; however, he was never especially concerned with my comfort, either. I bit my lip and took a deep breath, willing myself to relax.
I felt the tip of his cock come to rest against my asshole and my belly fluttered in anticipation. He only rested there for a moment before he pushed, slipping the tip in... pushing slowly. Relentlessly. My breath came in small gasps as he languidly slid his engorged member into me, taking his time. I could feel each glorious, excruciating inch of him stretching me. Warm pain blossomed in my ass and I shuddered as he inexorably buried himself in me, savoring the feeling of me clamping down on him. After what felt like forever, I could finally feel that he was sheathed to the hilt in my ass, his balls resting against my now drenched pussy.
For long moments, he remained like that. No movement, at all. Just pushing into me as deeply as he could, his hands gently stroking my cheeks and the small of my back. I whimpered quietly, the sound a mixture of my lust and the discomfort that I felt. He hummed, pleased as the sound further fueled his own desire.
His hands came back to my hips, gripping me tightly. And, that is when he began to move, pumping in and out. However, his pace was still lazy and slow, forcing me to feel each stroke to its fullest extent. I reached forward, gripping the edge of the desk before me, unable to help myself. I arched my back every so slightly, silently urging him to go faster. I wanted more. But, what I wanted was secondary. Today, he was going to take a long time to enjoy me...
How many minutes passed as he slowly fucked me, I don't know. It was glorious, though, feeling him slide into me and out again, claiming me as his own. I moaned aloud, my hands seeking anything to grasp as my desire grew within my belly, fluttering on the edge of orgasm but not quite able to reach it. That was what he had been waiting for, though. Waiting for that moment when I couldn't take it, anymore. His hands tightened on my hips and his pace increased, his thrusts coming, faster though just as deep as before. My legs quivered each time he slammed home, small spikes of pain only enhancing the the pleasure I felt.
Finally, I felt it. I felt him tense. I heard the change in his breathing, in his grunts and moans and I braced myself against the desk as he released. Cock buried in my ass, he filled me with his cum, his voice ringing out as he road waves of pleasure. He did not immedaitely pull out after his throbbing finally subsided. Instead, he remained in me, his hands running along my body fondly.
I groaned in disappointment, having not reached orgasm myself. Master chuckled and kissed my back, whispering, "I will make it up to you, dear Willow, my favorite servant. Just be patient. The weekend will hold much pleasure for you."
"How may I serve you today, Sir?" I asked.
He gestured to the heavy desk nearby and bade me to bend over it, presenting my ass. Readily, I obeyed, leaning across the dark, shiny wood. I heard him move up behind me and felt his hands push up the short work skirt that I wore, exposing my bare cheeks and pussy. It was a given that I never wore underwear. I was always ready to serve in whatever capacity that he desired. Softly, I moaned as he ran his hands across my exposed flesh, gently kneading and stroking in turn with one hand, while the other worked at his pants to free himself.
He pulled away from me momentarily, reaching over the desk to pick up a small bottle of lubricant. I heard the top pop up and then gasped as I felt the cold, slick substance being dripped onto my asshole. I could hear the telltale sound of him working his cock, spreading it along his length. My pussy quivered, wetness beginning to form upon my lips as I thought about what was to come. Master never aimed to hurt me when he was in the mood for anal; however, he was never especially concerned with my comfort, either. I bit my lip and took a deep breath, willing myself to relax.
I felt the tip of his cock come to rest against my asshole and my belly fluttered in anticipation. He only rested there for a moment before he pushed, slipping the tip in... pushing slowly. Relentlessly. My breath came in small gasps as he languidly slid his engorged member into me, taking his time. I could feel each glorious, excruciating inch of him stretching me. Warm pain blossomed in my ass and I shuddered as he inexorably buried himself in me, savoring the feeling of me clamping down on him. After what felt like forever, I could finally feel that he was sheathed to the hilt in my ass, his balls resting against my now drenched pussy.
For long moments, he remained like that. No movement, at all. Just pushing into me as deeply as he could, his hands gently stroking my cheeks and the small of my back. I whimpered quietly, the sound a mixture of my lust and the discomfort that I felt. He hummed, pleased as the sound further fueled his own desire.
His hands came back to my hips, gripping me tightly. And, that is when he began to move, pumping in and out. However, his pace was still lazy and slow, forcing me to feel each stroke to its fullest extent. I reached forward, gripping the edge of the desk before me, unable to help myself. I arched my back every so slightly, silently urging him to go faster. I wanted more. But, what I wanted was secondary. Today, he was going to take a long time to enjoy me...
How many minutes passed as he slowly fucked me, I don't know. It was glorious, though, feeling him slide into me and out again, claiming me as his own. I moaned aloud, my hands seeking anything to grasp as my desire grew within my belly, fluttering on the edge of orgasm but not quite able to reach it. That was what he had been waiting for, though. Waiting for that moment when I couldn't take it, anymore. His hands tightened on my hips and his pace increased, his thrusts coming, faster though just as deep as before. My legs quivered each time he slammed home, small spikes of pain only enhancing the the pleasure I felt.
Finally, I felt it. I felt him tense. I heard the change in his breathing, in his grunts and moans and I braced myself against the desk as he released. Cock buried in my ass, he filled me with his cum, his voice ringing out as he road waves of pleasure. He did not immedaitely pull out after his throbbing finally subsided. Instead, he remained in me, his hands running along my body fondly.
I groaned in disappointment, having not reached orgasm myself. Master chuckled and kissed my back, whispering, "I will make it up to you, dear Willow, my favorite servant. Just be patient. The weekend will hold much pleasure for you."
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