Blake Michaels - Ass Reaming

I reached around from behind him again to pull at his tie. He took the hint and began removing it.

Without further encouragement, he removed his shirt. He was left in his undershirt, which was pulled taut by the huge chest.

My groin began to ache more impatiently, now.

We talked idly for a few minutes, during which time I was building up my courage.

"How," I began, my words flowing out quickly lest I lose my boldness, "would you like to strip, completely?"

A broad grin covered his bright teeth and he stood up. "I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled.

In virtually no time he was stripped.

His mammoth cock hung limply from the wiry bush of crotch hair. It was long and yet flaccid, Exciting.

"Fair's fair," he smiled as he approach;: sis, deftly sliding down the zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor.

I stepped out of it.

Now I was nude as well.

His long, muscular arms wrapped around me and I felt myself being scooped into his bear-like embrace.

The hardness of his groin was pressing against my impatiently throbbing sex.

I could not help but grind my hips, slightly, as he continued to hold me to him.

I looked up at him just in time to meet his huge lips.

My mouth was in place and I felt his soft flesh settle on mine, his tongue and mine and into my mouth.

My body went limp in his arms, his tongue was sucking all resistance and inhibition from me. I wanted him badly.

"Oh, let's go into the bedroom," I moaned, trying to break his hold.

"Which way is it?" he murmured into my ear.

"That way," I answered, pointing.

He lifted me off the ground and began walking forward, my limp body slapping against his huge muscular form. The hair of his chest scratching the cleavage between my tits.

When we reached the bedroom he lowered me very gently onto the bed. And then he stood over me.

I looked to his crotch again, where his cock had begun to grow, to stretch and to swell.

It had almost become completely hard, dropping only slightly. His balls were hanging loosely between his legs. They were calling to me… and coaxing me.

Slowly I raised myself on my arm and slipped my head beneath his distended shaft, into his dark crotch, up to his testicles.

I licked them, the wiry hair slithering and rasping across my lips and tongue as I did. But as the hair became wet, it became softer, and also more pliable.

The odor coming from his crotch was sweet and yet masculine. He was very clean. He had powdered himself, and it was this that I smelled.

But I also smelled man… there is no scent like that of a man… there is none to match; strong, musky, seductive, animal.

"Ohhh," I moaned, drawing one of his balls into my mouth and working it around.

His big hand had reached forward and was squeezing my breast, roughly, but at the same time, gently. He was pinching the nipple, working it between his fingers, scraping it against his coarse palm.

"What happened to your back?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said, sheepishly.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me," he answered. "It looks very much like you have been beaten," he concluded.

"Well," I hesitated. I didn't know what to say for fear it would be the wrong thing.

"Well, what?" he pressed on.

"Well, I was beaten… but I was willing at the time… " My sentence lingered in the air, incomplete. I did not know what more to say.

"Was it a man?"

"Yes," I said. "It was."

"You must really dig him… you should see your back… "

I didn't want to look. Now we were talking about the whipping I could feel the pain.

My back was hot; it felt like hot wires were lying on my back. It burned into me. It excited me. I felt my cunt wince and twitch.

"Let's talk about you," I said, to change the subject.

"I'd rather know about the marks," he insisted.

I was getting nervous. I didn't know what his story was. He was too big to beat me. I didn't think I could have him beat me. I wanted him to me.

"He taunted me into it," I confessed. "He promised to fuck me if I let him… "

"And did he?"

"No," I said disappointedly. "No, he didn't."

"Well, we'll take care of that," he said, bending over and pressing me flat onto the bed.

I expected him to crawl onto the bed. Instead, he sat on the edge, facing me.

I immediately took his stiff cock in my hand and began slipping back and forth on it, skinning the flaccid foreskin back and forth, over the head of his beautiful cock. It looked large, but to the touch, it was larger.

I was certain it wasn't as long as Bruce's but it was broader.

His hand glided down over my flat stomach, his fingers touching me very lightly, sending little tingling sensations boring into me as he moved.

Down, down, down his hand moved, slowly, teasingly. It made contact with my pubic hairs. It slowed its journey. His fingers twirled into the thickly-bushed hair for moisture and then it slowly went further back to my ass hole.

He touched it.

"Uhhh," I heard myself grunting. I also felt my legs spreading, clearing the way for his seduction.

"Do you want to be fucked?" he asked simply.

"You don't know how badly," I confessed.

"Good," he said. "We're going to get along just fine."

His fingers were touching the lips of my cunt. I had a strong urge to reach down, pull them apart and slam my cunt up into his hand. But I restrained myself. I could feel the tension throughout my whole body.

I resolved that this man was going to take me. I was not going to have to take him. That's the way I like it.

But oh, I wanted him so badly.

He did not disappoint me.

One hand was working on my cunt lips, stroking them lightly, teasing me, taunting me, getting acquainted.

His other hand was again working over and around my tit. He could bunch it up and wrap his big hand around it and squeeze until it came through the top of his hand. The nipple would stand up high, hard, ready.

He leaned forward and took just the nipple in his lips.

The sensation was excruciating. It hurt… but only because it felt so good. It was not pain. It was painful pleasure.

My body worked frantically on the bed, moving from side to side, up and down, writhing under his gentle attack.

"Oh, God!" I said, involuntarily, as his finger slipped into my crack and touched me inside. He seemed to know just where he was going and what he wanted to do.

I could feel his finger rubbing over around it, pressing it back into me and then curling it out, teasing it, intensifying my desire, setting my head spinning.

"Oh, God," I repeated. "It's wonderful… it's just wonderful."

"Like that, do you?" he asked.

"Yes… how can I not… It's so good… so 134 very good," I confirmed.

"Just imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock up there."

"Oh, I know," I moaned, writhing under his moving hands. "Oh, I know… I want it so badly, so very badly… "

"Good," was all he said.

His finger moved lower in my slit, now. It probed deeper, pulling the moistness out of me and smearing it on my lips.

I could feel his throbbing member in my hand, which was now wet from his juices.

He continued to knead my breast, squeeze it, pinch it, tug at it.

I wanted to scream out my delight.

But I didn't.

"You ready?" he asked me, his voice low.

"Yes, yes… dammit, yes," I moaned excitedly.

Without another word he lifted himself, keeping his hands where they were.

My hand clung to his stiff cock. I held onto it and he slowly got over me, into position. He rolled me over on my stomach. He then removed his hands from my ass and placed them one on each side of my shoulders.

And his body came down toward me.

His cock advanced on my asshole.