Blake Michaels: Ass Reaming

Jesus, Christ, I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Five glorious weeks. It was a beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn't take away any of my excitement with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their day's work.

A half hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body in the mirror. For twenty-six years of age I was looking pretty damn good. My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt.

The thought of fucking, of having a nice, hard cock buried, no, slamming inside my cunt hole was enough to make the juices start oozing. Closing my eyes, I pressed my hand to my pussy and guided a finger to my wet gash. I moaned softly, to myself, as I grazed over the erect nub of my throbbing clitoris. After a moment I walked into the bathroom. I was hot and sweaty from the trip home from work and a cool shower was what I needed most.

Bending over, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Stepping into the stall I closed the curtain and then stood under the cascading water.

The cold water splashing down on me sent shivers racing up and down my spine. My nipples were hard and puckered, throbbing with desire. Standing under the water, I caressed one soft mound in my hand, gently squeezing the turgid tip. At the same time, I reached down and gently stroked my wet pussy.

When I finally felt sufficiently cooled off I turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs wide and unwrapped the towel. I looked down the length of my body, watching my tits rise and fall with each breath. Below that lay my dark tuft of pussy hair.

Absentmindedly, I began to stroke my inner thighs, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that ran through me. Slowly my fingers moved closer and closer to my open cunt. I sighed softly as I touched my cunt lips. I opened my legs further and pressed one finger to the hot, inner meat. At the same time, another finger slid down my ass crack and pressed against my blossoming ass hole.

As I touched my finger to my ass hole the juice began to pour from my cunt. Letting the juice run from my pussy down the crack of my ass, I then smeared the slippery fluid all around the entrance to my rectum, all the while moaning softly to myself.

Slowly, I began to slide my index finger into the warm depths of my rear, thrilling to the feeling of having to shit. Deeper… deeper until finally I was all the way in. I could go no farther. Now it was time for my cunt. With another finger, I pressed against my swollen, wet cunt hole and slowly slid it all the way in. While, with my free hand, I squeezed and molded the soft, quivering mounds of my tits, I began to slowly slide my fingers in and out of my hole, faster and faster, until finally, I exploded in a luxurious orgasm, drowning my hand with a warm load of come.

After licking my hand clean of the tasty juice, I closed my eyes and took a nap. When I awoke two hours later, my cunt and ass were burning with desire for a nice hard cock. I knew my finger wouldn't be able to satisfy me this time.

Getting up from the bed I quickly applied some make-up and then dressed. Wearing a thigh-high mini skirt with a blouse cut low enough to expose an ample portion of my bouncing titties I left the apartment and headed for the nearest bar. In my condition, all I wanted was a cock and it didn't really matter whom it belonged to.

Sitting at the bar, in the semi-darkness of the cocktail lounge, I looked around, my eyes staring appraisingly at the men around me. Taking a cigarette from the pack in my purse, I placed it between my lips. Before I had a chance to light it myself, a lit match was being held in front of me.

"I hope you don't mind," a voice said.

Without looking back at him, I accepted the light. As a large plume of smoke rose from my lips he sat down on the stool next to me.

"May I?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, looking at him. He was very clearly handsome. Tall, trim, maybe in his mid-thirties. His smile was warm and friendly.

"My name's Bill," he said, "what's yours?"

"Kim."

"That's a very nice name, Kim."

"Thank you. Tell me, do you always go around lighting cigarettes for strange women, or am I special?"

"In a way, this is rather special. I'll tell you about it later if you like."

His manner was totally disarming and I felt myself being drawn closer and closer to him. His teeth sparkled in the dark as he talked and smiled.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I would."

"Bartender," he said, "two martinis, very dry."

Our glasses clinked as we made a quiet toast. We talked quietly. He told me that he was an account executive with one of the advertising firms on Madison Avenue, I explained that I was a secretary starting my vacation tonight. After a few more minutes of conversation I felt his fingers applying a gentle pressure on my knee. I smiled at him and he moved his hand a little farther up my leg until he was under my skirt, lightly rubbing my nylon-covered thigh. I opened my legs slightly and he readily accepted the invitation, his fingers moving up to the crotch of my panties and pressing against the wetness of my moist cunt.

Suddenly, he said, "Say, it's starting to get a little late. What do you say we go to my place for a nightcap?"

I was horny and the time was right. "Alright," I said. "Let's go to your place. I could use something stronger than a drink right now."

Bill paid the tab and we left the bar. Jumping into a cab, he gave the driver the address of his apartment on the east side. As we sat in the back seat of the cab, Bill put his arm around me. I could feel the tips of his fingers resting on the soft swell of my boob. With each passing moment, my cunt became wetter. I could hardly wait to get to his apartment and get naked, feeling his body next to, no, on top of mine. I wanted to feel his hard cock pressing against my cunt and then diving in.

Finally, we arrived at his apartment. He paid the driver and we got out of the cab. Two minutes later we were inside the warm confines of his apartment. I looked around and admired the comfortable furnishings.

"You have a nice place," I told him.

"Thanks," he said, "What can I get for you?"

"Bourbon would be nice."

"On the rocks?"

I nodded yes.

"Coming up," he said, and then walked over to a small bar that he had in the living room.

When he came back with my drink I took it and swallowed half of it down, feeling it warm my stomach.

As I finished my drink, I watched him take off his jacket, hanging it in the closet. Afterward, he took off his tie and shirt. I looked at the muscles rippling in his chest and then down to his crotch. I could see the bulge his cock made and I knew that I had made a good choice as to whom I should go home with. Kicking off his shoes he told me to make myself more comfortable.

I smiled at him and removed my own shoes, placing them at the end of the couch. At the same time, I also decided to take off my blouse. His eyes opened wide in appreciation as he started at the soft, quivering mounds of my tits. In my excited state, my nipples were already puckered, standing out in hard tips, almost brown in color.

"Mmmmmmm," Bill said, "very nice. Very nice, indeed."