Don’t Be Shy, Ask Me About My Ass

Let’s Go Through The Back Door

Steven and I had been dating for nearly a year when one day he decided to ask me about my butthole. Enjoying ass play in my previous relationships, I often wondered why Steven and I never engaged in anal sex. The occasional finger probing or toy was pretty consistent. But Steven never seem to have the urge to put his cock in my ass. And I wondered if the interest was even there. Up until today, when he finally decided to ask me about my butthole. To which I quickly replied “yes please!”

Lubed Up And Ready – Ask Me About My Butthole

So here we are, post foreplay, slippery, shiny, turned on and ready to slide. After hours of cock sucking, pussy eating and hardcore fucking, at last my itch is scratched. I’m so delighted he felt brave enough to ask me about my butthole. Painful at the onset, I relaxed into a euphoria of being a cream filled donut. It must have been the tightness and unrelentless grip of my sphincter that milked him dry so quickly. Perhaps it was the taboo of the experience, the newness or the way I look ass up face down. But he came violently and fast. Hot surges of his ejaculate shooting deep inside me. Warming me from the inside out. I wasn’t done. So when Steven began to ask me about my butthole a few minutes later, I urged him to pleasure me once again, this time with a thick long vibrator.

Working It Like A Job- Ask Me About My Butthole

My asshole was on fire the next day. I couldn’t get enough. Maybe I needed a day or two to recover, but that’s not what I had in mind. Steven and I threw a dinner party for a few of his employees the following evening. Somewhere between cocktails and appetizers I resolved that there were plenty of stiff drinks and dicks to scratch my itch once again. Suggestive flirting and a little inappropriate behavior led a couple of Stevens employees finding the courage to ask me about my butthole. Shortly after dinner, Steven was on the patio, enjoying a smoke and engaging in shop talk, while I took his assistant into the bathroom for a little backdoor action.

There was no foreplay in this; this was about a quick, nasty, purpose-driven tryst. Curiosity had caused him to ask me about my butthole and the time had come for action. Backdoor action. He plucked my jewel-toned butt plug from my eager rosebud and his tongue immediately went to work. I yelled out before squeezing and relaxing as I took the intrusive probing that followed. His cock seemed to grow larger and harder with each movement, opening me up. I could feel the stretch, the rub, the sensation. It was just enough. I massaged my clit as his cock entered my ass again and again until we both erupted in orgasm.

Seamlessly, we continued our evening as we slipped out of the bathroom unnoticed by anyone. Our dirty little secret would remain our own. And I couldn’t wait for somebody else to ask me about my butthole.

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