The big man just chuckled deeply behind me, his dick still buried inside my wet cunt and I could feel the vibrations of his laugh through his cock, making my pussy gush wetly again.
“No, not at all baby girl,” he drawled, his own voice slightly hoarse from the deep drill. “I just want to try something new,” he ground out.
New? I flushed, looking over him at my shoulder, eyes wide, only to be met with Chris’s knowing blue gaze. And I shuddered inside, melting, giving into my fate.
“Yes, Mr. Jones,” I panted. “Do whatever you want.”
And the big man chuckled.
“Good to see I’ve trained you so well,” he ground out. “For that, you’re getting my special.”
I closed my eyes, my body tensing, bracing for something shocking, something crazy to happen, and Mr. Jones didn’t let me down. I heard him spit for a moment, and then a telling trickle of warm saliva dripping onto my ass.
My eyes flew open. What the?
But it was true. As the fluid crested into my asshole, a big hand began rubbing it around my pleats, the brown pucker sensitive and tight, making my lids flutter, my entire body come alive.
“Oh!” I panted, my head dropping weakly between my shoulders. It was so private, so unexpected. No man had ever touched my anus before, it was straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. “Oh god, you’re touching me there,” I mewled.
The big man grunted.
“Baby, I touch you anywhere I want,” he growled and with that, his digit began to apply pressure.
“Oh!” my eyes flew open this time. “Oh oh oh!” I panted. “It’s inside!”
“That’s right,” he confirmed, his voice deep and possessive. “Like I said, anywhere I want, and that includes inside you.”
And at that moment, my butt popped open, my anus giving it up, letting the big man breach me. His finger slid in smoothly, that blunt, thick digit making its way up my back hole, the feel incredible, my dry walls clenching tight around him. My nipples were on fire, his dick still buried in my swollen cunt, and oh god, but now my ass was being violated.
“Mmm,” he murmured throatily. “Fuck you’re tight back here,” he said before stirring his finger a bit, making me moan with lust, a wave of sensation beginning to build.
And slowly, the big man began shifting his hips again, pulling his dick in and out of my pussy as he fingered my ass, using both holes, playing my body like a fine instrument.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he muttered, “I can feel my cock moving through your ass wall, it’s incredible, you’re so sensitive, so hot, so fucking responsive.”
And my pussy jerked again then, loving the DP, everything open, willing and wet for this man.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured. “Please.”
“Please what?” he grunted in return. “Say it.”
And as my ass and pussy were drilled from behind, my clit buzzing with energy, my walls beginning to pulse on their own, I did the unthinkable.
“Mr. Jones.” I gasped, my body shaking with desire, “I want it, I want it, ohhhh, put it in me, I think I love you!”
And without thinking, I careened over the edge then. My vision blacked out for a moment before becoming pure white, my pussy teetering before exploding, sending shockwaves of sensation through my body, clamping on his dick, milking it like a madman as I screamed and shouted my heart’s desire.
And the words drove him over the edge too. Upon hearing the word “love,” the big man gave it up, pulse after pulse of hot semen releasing in my snatch, spraying my insides even as he fingered my anus, stretching it and fucking it, pushing me more and more until a second orgasm crashed over me.
“Oh god!” I screamed. “Mr. Jones!”
I’m not sure why I screamed for God one second and then for Mr. Jones in the next, but all I knew was that the follow-up orgasm was even harder than the first, this time my ass bearing down like a mighty earthquake, both pussy and anus spasming so hard on him that I almost forced his dick out, my hips bucking, ass cheeks clapping like thunder as I tossed and jolted, every part of me on fire, cream gushing like a river.
But this wasn’t Mr. Jones’s first rodeo and he knew exactly how to ride an excited filly.
“That’s it baby,” he growled, his finger in my ass stroking, directing the way. “Easy honey, easy.”
And I just squealed again, spasming on his digit.
“Ohhhh god!”
The big man grunted again, this time going a little slower, his hips a little gentler, the finger sliding smoothly instead of probing wetly.
“That’s it baby, easy, easy,” he said roughly, his voice still caressing with a grainy edge.
And I collapsed then, absolutely gave it all up, my heart in my throat, my breasts pressed flat against the mattress, his dick and digit in me still. I was completely full, every part of me overflowing because somehow, some way, this man had wormed himself into my heart.