That Ass Is Mine

“Yes.”

“Good. You need me to stop, you tell me.”

She sighed.

He pressed the tip of his cock to her anus, the tight ring of muscles keeping him out. He held his cock and slowly began to push inside her. Inch after inch, he breached through the tight muscles and they both cried out.

Her hand was clenched and he paused, sliding one hand beneath her to start stroking her clit. Her asshole tightened around him, and he moved another inch within her, holding himself still as he worked her pussy.

Slowly, as he worked her toward an orgasm, she began to open her legs, rocking on his fingers that were also taking her ass.

He closed his eyes, trying not to just rut inside her. First, he wanted her to orgasm.

Seconds, minutes later, she screamed his name, and he didn’t stop teasing her until the last part of her orgasm had drained completely out of her, his name a mantra on her lips. He returned to her hips, holding on to them as he began to thrust into her tight ass.

Sarge stared down as she opened up to take him.

“Fuck, babe, if you could see this now. You’d be so fucking amazed. Your ass, it wants my dick. Is desperate for it.”

In and out.

He took her and Talia moved with him, rocking back on his cock. The tightness of her ass was too much for him to control. He didn’t hold back and as soon as he came, he filled her asshole, wrapping his arms around her as he allowed the last ebb of release to sink away.

Kissing her shoulder, her neck, her hair, he sighed. “I could certainly get used to this, babe.”

Sarge paused as he realized what he’d said.

He waited for Talia to start asking questions.

She didn’t speak.

No questions. Nothing. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or thrilled that she didn’t ask for more. After all, he’d only given her now, not forever.

****

“There’s something different about you,” Cherry said, taking a seat at the bar.

The doors weren’t open yet. In fact, they had another twenty minutes before they allowed customers inside. Sarge was out back dealing with something to do with an order.

Now that she was sleeping in his home, she often came into the bar when he did. Normally, she’d arrive minutes before the first customer did. She glanced over at Cherry.

She’d seen the way the woman looked at Sarge. He never gave Cherry the time of day.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please, girl, I’ve been a stripper for nearly twelve years. This is the sweetest deal I’ve got here.” She lit up a cigarette.

“I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“Honey, you’ve got to learn to break the rules.” She glanced up and down at her. “You’ve got yourself a man.”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“That isn’t nothing. He good?”

Heat filled her cheeks. She shouldn’t be talking about her relationship with Sarge with Cherry. It would be a disaster.

“I really don’t feel comfortable talking about this.”

Cherry blew out a raspberry. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. I’m guessing from the glow, you’re probably pregnant.” Cherry wrinkled her nose. “I’ve got two brats at home. They spoil your figure and I have to work like crazy to keep mine. Love my kids though. They are a pain, but damn, they’re good.”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“Huh, so he’s keeping you thoroughly fucked. That’s good. When are we going to meet this man?”

“Cherry, you’re supposed to be getting ready,” Sarge said. “And quit smoking.”

“All right. All right. Look, I’m being a good little girl. Hey, Sarge, our own little angel is learning how to be bad.”

She had to look anywhere but at Sarge. Turning back to the bar, she put more glasses right, which weren’t out of place anyway.

“Talia, my office.”

“The boss doesn’t look happy.” Cherry winked at him. “I’d love to be riding him some day. Anyway, I’ve got to go before he really does kick me out on my ass.”

Cherry left and Talia made her way to his door.

Nerves flooded her.

“Close the door,” he said the moment she entered.

She did.

“Lock it.”

Again, she did it.

He pushed away from the desk. “Come here.”

She went to him and he grabbed her hips. For the first time ever at work, she’d settled on a denim skirt. Mainly because her jeans were all in the wash. She needed to stop screwing Sarge every chance she got and wash her clothes. She couldn’t afford to go out and get a new wardrobe when the occasion called for it, like living and going to work.

“You know, I’m not sure if I like this,” he said.

“What?”

“You wearing skirts. The men are already horny bastards. The moment they see you, they’re going to want to see more.”

She didn’t protest as he began to pull her skirt up over her hips.

She released a moan as he gripped her panties, and with a tug, they were gone, completely.