Best of 2017

“I think your sweet little virgin ass may be even tighter than your pussy.” His voice is deep velvet, his words sound so dirty. “We’ll find out.”

He wriggles his finger and I moan and throw my head back. He slides it in and out and I’m his forever.

“That’s so nice…” I whisper, and it is. It’s really nice, even though it feels like I might need to go back to the bathroom.

I feel raw and open as he takes his finger away. I smile as I hear him spit again. It lands right on my asshole and my pussy tingles in response. I couldn’t imagine a man like Alexander Henley spitting before tonight, but I love it. I really love how dirty he is.

The first bead is small, I feel the ridge sink in, and the next after. The third feels bigger, a bit of resistance before my ass lets it in. I hold my knees, grit my teeth as he pushes the next inside.

“Good girl,” he says. “Relax.”

I try. I try really hard.

“And easy does it,” he says as he pushes hard on the next.

I grunt as it plops in. He follows it up with another and it makes me hiss.

“That’s good,” he tells me. “And again.”

This one burns and fills me up. My toes curl.

“Last one,” he whispers, and his thumb strokes over my clit. I clench my ass around the beads, and he likes that, I hear him moan as his tongue digs around the spot. It’s still there when I feel the final bead against my ass. It’s tight. So tight.

“Yes…” I hiss, and he pushes it in.

“You know what pleases me as much as filling up someone’s ass?” he asks, and I’m sure he doesn’t want an answer, but I meet his eyes anyway. “Emptying it again,” he tells me, and then he yanks on the end.

The beads tug out in one long bumpy motion.

I arch my back, my knees dithering in mid-air as I groan. My breath is ragged, embarrassment burning at the sure belief I’ve just added worse stains to the ones I made earlier. I hitch myself onto my elbows to see, but if I really have made a mess he doesn’t care. He lines the beads back up at my clenched ass, tells me to lie down as he does it again.

They go in easier this time.

They come out harder.

In and out. Burning. Filling me up.

I’m a grunting, wriggling mess, unable to control my spasming asshole.

I’m not prepared when he slides two fingers in, completely at his mercy when he circles them deep inside.

“Tight,” he says. “Beautifully tight, but we’ll remedy that.”

“Please…”

He laughs so quietly. “I think we’ve found ourselves a dirty little girl.”

He pulls something else from the case, but I don’t see it. It’s between my legs before I can tell what it is. I feel it, though. Feel the hard ridge of it pushing inside.

“Don’t fight it,” he tells me.

I won’t. I won’t fight it. I hold my knees high and spread wide, smiling down at him as his eyes scorch mine.

The cry from my mouth as he shunts it in surprises me, and that makes me giggle. He taps the base of whatever it is and it makes a funny slapping noise. I feel the vibrations right the way through me.

“A pretty little plug for a pretty little asshole,” he says. “Now we just need to give it a while.”

“A while?” I ask.

“A little while and that little hole of yours is going to be begging for cock.” He smirks, and my tummy flutters. “Let’s see what other delights we can discover.”

I’m still holding my knees as he comes to my side. Still holding them high as he tilts my face to his and flicks his tongue across my lips. He pulls away as my mouth opens for him.

“You’re a dirty little thing,” he rasps. “Open wide.” I open wide and he slides two fingers right to the back of my throat. I retch but he pushes them deeper. “Swallow,” he says, but I can’t. I retch again and he pulls them out, complete with a long string of spit. My ass tightens and whatever’s in there makes me tingle.

“Sorry, sir,” I splutter.

“No need for apologies,” he says, and his fingers are ready again. I open my mouth without being asked, fight the urge to cough as his fingers push right back there. “Suck,” he whispers. “Suck and swallow.”

I suck. I suck as hard as I can, and he likes that, he presses his hard cock against my hip.

“Swallow,” he insists, and I do. I swallow and his fingers are right there. It makes my eyes water. And then I retch again, harder this time. My mouth fills up with spit, so wet as he pulls his fingers free.

He kisses me before I’ve caught my breath, his tongue pushing deep as I splutter, and the kiss is wet, it’s so wet.

“Now for my next trick,” he whispers. “Time to fuck that pretty little virgin throat.”

He shunts up the bed and rolls me towards him. His cock slaps against my cheek, and he takes my hair, angling me just right for his cock to press against my lips. I open right up, stick my tongue out as he pushes inside.

His cock tastes beautiful, so musky I just want to suck on it hard. The head strains my jaw as it pushes past my teeth. He moves, fast, and I’m like a ragdoll, gagging and choking as he fucks my face. My eyes are streaming, my hands gripping my knees so tight to my chest.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Don’t fight it.”

I won’t fight it, not ever. I grunt around his dick as his fingers find my clit, and he rubs me so hard, so fast, making me gurgle wet noises.

I let myself go for him, giving him my throat like the dirty girl he wants me to be.

The dirty girl he needs.

I open my eyes wide, caring little for the tears rolling down my face. He looks divine from this angle, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the crease of his throat as he stares down at me.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Your tight little throat is going to empty me.”

His fingers make me buck, make me squirm, make me clench around that hard toy in my asshole.

There’s a warmth as he groans and thrusts deep, a saltiness at the back of my throat as he comes in my mouth. I fight the urge to retch with everything I’ve got, and that’s good, because he’s watching, he watches like a hawk as he pulls free.

“Swallow,” he says, and I do.

I must look a mess underneath him, still squirming against his fingers as he pinches at my clit. My hair feels sticky, my skin clammy, my breath wild as I look up at the man who obsesses me.

He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He takes his time, staring down at me as his fingers work. He’s steady, concentrated, his movements so skilled as my breathing quickens.

“That’s good,” he encourages. “Good girl.”

I can smell him, his thigh pressed to my cheek, the scent of him so close. I can still taste him.

“I… I’m gonna…”

“I know,” he says, and quickens his fingers.

And I do. I tip over the edge with my head lolling in his lap and my eyes open wide.

I come hard. So hard I thrash my legs, all thought of holding my knees forgotten as I ride the waves.

I’m still riding the waves as he pulls the thing from my ass and slips three fingers inside.

“Nice and ready,” he whispers, and his body guides mine, rolls with me as he eases me onto my front and bears down on top of me. His thighs part mine, and I feel his cock stiffening as he presses it to my asshole.

“We’re going to take this slow.” His breath is on my ear. “Nice and slow.”

I feel the head plop in, and he grunts.

He pushes forward and my ass takes him. I clench tight around his shaft just to hear him groan.

“Fuck me,” I hiss. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

And he does.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

My ass feels slack and hungry and so nice as his cock burns inside.

“Final act,” he whispers, and it pains, the thought pains.

I twist my face to his and his mouth is waiting.

I kiss him like I love him because I do.

He kisses me back like he knows and it’s so wonderful I could cry.

And then his hand clasps around my throat. I slide my arms behind me and lay my palms flat against his thighs. His grip on my throat takes my weight and my air with it.

I’m not scared, even if my body is. Even if my heart panics and races. Even if my lungs cry for breath.

I focus on the heat of his cock inside my ass. Focus on how deep he feels, how loose he’s making me.

How much I want him.

I give Alexander Henley my breath. He takes it with his lips pressed to my cheek.

“Beautiful girl,” he whispers, and I wish I could tell him how my heart feels.

My body knows what to do when he loosens his grip. He gives me air. One, two, three long gulps before he takes it away again. Over and over, breathing and choking, breathing and choking.

I could do this forever.

ALEXANDER

I KEEP her in the half light, coasting on just enough air to maintain consciousness.

I love the way her throat gurgles. I love the way she doesn’t fight when it does.

I love the way her ass loosens up for me, and I love the way my cock slides all the way in.

This must be hurting. I know she’s going to struggle to walk tomorrow.

I love the way she doesn’t care.

One load left and I’ll have taken my fill. Her sweet little asshole does its best to milk me dry, but I don’t want this to end.

Her eyes are so blue as they stare into mine. They tell me she’s all in.