Anal Sex, Fulfilling My Boyfriend’s Secret Strap-On Fantasy Part 2

The backseat is cramped, but he does his best to assume the position for anal sex. When I slid behind him, I know that he can feel my hard strap-on cock against his bare thighs. It takes a moment to maneuver into position. I rub the head of the dildo against his balls as I position myself. I’ve got some lube that I let drizzle down his ass crack and he shivers. “Oh shit, please put it in,” he says. I lube up my cock and his tight asshole. “Please, just put it in!” he begs, “Fuck me!”

I press the head against his eager asshole. He is breathing deeply. I know from the opposite side experience that he is willing my muscles to relax. I press forward slowly. At first, there is resistance. Then his ass opens up accepting my strap-on cock. I slowly but firmly push it all the way inside. He moans loudly and his body shudders. Then I have it buried to the hilt. I press my hips up to his ass cheeks.

“I hope you’re ready for anal sex,” I say. Then I pull my strap-on cock almost all the way out before plunging it back inside. I know it’s a pain and pleasure experience. However, I don’t stop there. After the first stroke comes another, and another in rapid succession. I’m not warming up. I really want to give it to him as I start fucking him, hard and deep. He’s pressed into the armrest of the backdoor. Then I put my hand on his asscheek. I start spanking him as I fuck him. “You like being used like a slut, don’t you?” I say.

He responds between moans and grunts saying, “Yes, fuck me.”

We both see a flash of light through the backseat. It’s coming from a pair of headlights of another restaurant patron. We’re both beyond the point of modesty and I’m not about to stop. I can tell that all he cares about is my cock in his ass. He pushes backward forcing my cock deep and urging me to continue the assault. The light recedes as the car passes. “Please don’t stop,” he says. I reach around grasping the base of his swollen dick firmly in my right hand.

“You are a total anal sex slut. Aren’t you afraid someone might catch us?” I say and he says in response, “I don’t care. Fuck me!” He moans as I work his cock and ass in a rhythm. I can see his precum in a small puddle on the car seat. “Do you want them to know that you’re a slut?” I say teasingly and he grunts saying, “I don’t care! Just don’t stop fucking me!”

I tighten my grip on his dick. I’m plunging the dildo repeatedly into his hole. I feel so strong and powerful when I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back. Taking control, I can tell that he wants to be fucked without mercy. He wants to be taken and used like a slut. “More,” he says begging, “Please, hurt me! Hurt me good!”

I hammer away and furiously stroke his dick off too.

His body is tensing from the anal sex. The orgasm is building. “Yes baby,” he screams, “Yes, fucking make me cum with your big dick!” He is on the edge and its torture. Finally, he is cumming. It’s so intense that his toes are curling. “I’m cumming!” he cries out. I’m not letting up yet. I fuck him through his orgasm. When his cock pulses, I release my grip and cup his head to catch the semen. My hips continue pounding so my cock pumps his cum into my palm.

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