Ass Worship Phone Sex – Babe Loves Stretching My Ass – Part II

 

Welcome back to my Ass Worship Blog. If you missed part I or need a refresher you can go back here. Enjoy the naughty ending!

 

Kissing my cheek while caressing the side of my face, wavering restraint visible in the set of his shoulders, he crooned into my neck,

“Get on your knees, baby.”

My whole body shuddered with anticipation and longing as I forced out an inarticulated “mhmmm.” He pulled back while I got into position in the middle of our bed, momentarily regretting not having replaced the overhead lattice. He can get so much traction from grasping the crossbeam when he takes me from behind. Tomorrow, I tell myself and return to the moment. Lubing himself up, he lovingly caresses my ass and lower back, smoothing his hands across all of it as he moves into position between my spread knees.

“You ready,” he asks. A hint of something on the edge of his voice.

“Yes” I reply. It sounds like both pleading and prayer. I try to relax as much as I can.

He spreads my cheeks, and rubs his tip down my crack, dipping into my dripping pussy, hitting my clit with his tip, then pulling back. He does this a few times, teasing me. I jiggle my ass for him and whimper again. I’m a slut, a wonton creature begging to be claimed. He is the only one who has ever had me this way. My right-hand snakes under to massage my vulva, spreading my lips and stroking my clit lightly. He takes my left arm, pulling it behind me, letting me know he wants to control the movement.

He doesn’t ask for the right so I can play with myself. I give him my arm and control of my body. He claims me in one strong, sure stroke, curses and words of love falling from his lips; and holds me there.

I scream.

He starts to move. Hard and fast. He’s never fucked me this hard, this way, and I can’t control the noises I am making. I know the neighbors can hear us. It’s only 7 o’clock. I don’t care. He is working me so hard, panting with the effort, I feel like an animal. I know that when I do cum, it’s going to rip through me like wild fire. He rests my arm on my back — ‘keep it there’ in our language — and yanks my braid, so I am forced to turn my face toward him.

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good like this. I love fucking your ass.” And I smile 1/2 into the mattress, knowing that I do this to him. He slaps my ass and I buck. He’s never spanked me while fucking my ass. It’s overwhelming and perfect and I whisper “Again.” He complies a few more times, rubbing my cheeks between slaps, and then pulls out completely. We need more lube. I take the momentarily reprieve from his assault to rise up on all fours, gasps and pants are the most human of the noises coming out of me.

I let him know I’m going to sink my dildo into my cunt. It’s stubby, so it settles nice and flush inside me, and has just the right bulges that it won’t come out. He gives me a moment for insertion, and then gently indicates I should get back into “position.” I like it with my shoulders on the bed, face where he can see it, right hand flicking my clit .

He aligns himself with my rosebud and teases the entrance a few times.

Then sinks in. I squeal. Like, truly squealed, mind blank from the sensory overload. He moves with sure strokes. I can feel his balls brush against my lips. I’m so full. So high on what he’s doing to me. Terrified of the orgasm this is going to bring, and trying to keep my breathing even. I gasp, “I don’t even know what to feel right now.” Babe chuckles. Then pulls out. Head in, head out, head in, head out. Recently I got up the nerve to tell him I liked that. He was obviously listening. A string of nonsense, prayer and profanity are coming out of my mouth. I can’t hold it in.

He’s fucking my ass so hard; I can feel his sweat dripping on my back. He slides both hands up my back, then back down, grasping at my hips. He tweaks my breasts, everything pulses and shudders under his ministrations. I need to catch my breath. I suggest we take a little pause. I’m not ready to cum yet, and I know my ass is tight. We just started using it a few months ago.

We both lay down lengthwise on the bed, and he begins stroking himself, slowly and firmly.  I snuggle into his chest. He fingers my slit with his other hand. I want to ask him if I can ride him with him in my ass, but he asks for head before I can get the words out. ‘Next time,’ I think to myself and lick my lips.

If this were a romance novel, there would be a mischievous glint in my eye.

I bring him back to full mast and let him know I’d like to cum. He grabs the wand I’d left at the head of the bed and hands it to me. I once again resume my position. Mister caresses my back as he prepares to enter me, then he pulls me up, so my back is flush with his chest, his cock nestled between my cheeks, as he plays roughly with my breasts. I wither under his touch. He blows hot kisses across my neck, telling me sweet nothings. My blood is racing. And I know its time.

Back down I go, on my knees in the middle of the bed. The dildo is still buried in my overheated core. My vulva and clit are engorged. I pulse my muscles and they ripple and twitch. I rest my right shoulder and cheek on the bed. My right arm is up under me with the wand. Mister has my left, pulled up behind me and grasped firmly in his hand. Steadying himself on my rump with his right hand, he claims my ass once more, slowly sinking in up to the hilt in one sure, smooth motion, then swivels his sexy hips.

I click the wand on low, and with a mix of trepidation and anticipation; begin moving it lightly over my vulva. Taking Dr. Betty’s advice, I covered my Hitachi with a sock and stopped pressing so hard. I scream.

I’m perfectly on the edge of pleasure.

Babe tells me he can’t wait until we find a “unicorn” and bring her home. Together they will do this to me. Fill me with want and need and cock; make me cum. I thank him. I tell him I love him. He fucks me harder.

Moving the wand in time with him, I feel the band draw back. I’m strung tightly. If we stopped now, I’d probably sob. I needed him. Like this. My feet go cold, my clit feels like a fire is smoldering on the inside. More, I just need a little more. Then Babe spanks me. One last hard and sure stroke on my pink cheeks and I cum screaming.

Babe follows me right over the edge, groaning in appreciation.

We hadn’t cum together in a while. This one stopped time. I rock with him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. My muscles taunt, my hips jerking wildly, still screaming. I may have blacked out for a few seconds.

I came back to warmth dribbling out of me and onto my hands. The wand forgotten, face down in the mattress; Mister rubbed each palm, spreading his seed, before caressing and kissing both my pink cheeks. I, immobile and muttering, try desperately to catch my breath. My heart begins to slow and feeling returns to my limbs. I roll to my side, going fetal, and then stretching out like a cat in the sun, grinning stupidly from ear to ear.

Babe just looked down at me and smirked. “You like?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“I love it when you fuck me, Babe. Thank you.”

“Me, too,” he smiled lovingly, and then went back into his cave to work on the song I’d dragged him away from in the first place. I fell asleep to some beautiful music from the next room.

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