Next morning, I woke up hard, dreaming that Dean was about to fuck me... After grabbing some coffee down in the breakfast area, I went back to the room, avoiding the buffet; no one noticed. We spent the day on and off the bus; I skipped lunch, too, but drank a lot of water and pop. We finally got back to the hotel at about five, and I did the enema cleansing like Dean had described the night before. (The water was clear the third time...) Then I got in the tub and washed with the showerhead attachment.
I didn't get dressed for dinner, even though I was hungry; I kept wondering what his cock would feel like inside me... I wanted
that
a lot more than food.
He'd given me something that morning that he'd brought with him- he called it a butt plug; I put it in after getting out of the tub. He said it would help to make me open and relaxed- that he'd used it last night, taking it out right when I got there. I had a little difficulty working it in, even with lots of lube (it stung quite a bit at first), but it felt really amazing inside me just a few seconds later...
Wearing only my bathrobe, I stayed in the room, waiting for dinner to end, not wanting to answer all the questions I'd get about why I wasn't eating if I went down there. I turned the TV on, but there wasn't anything interesting on it... I began wandering idly around the room, and my eyes fastened on some odd-looking things in Dean's open suitcase that I hadn't noticed before- a package of white thigh-high nylons and a corset.
Curious, I tried them on. I was amazed at my reaction: I got very hard as soon as the nylons were on my legs, and the addition of the tightened corset raised my pulse and my cock even more. I went over to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door and stared at myself- from the back, I looked for all the world like a sexy young girl. 'You've got a pretty nice ass', I said to myself, running my hands over it and squeezing it a few times as I stuck it out at the mirror. I put my robe back on to cover the corset and the tops of the hose, and lay back on the bed to wait for Dean, pulling the sheet up over my legs.
Dean came back a few minutes later, locking the door behind him.
"Are you ready for this, Gerry?" he asked, smiling slyly.
"I can hardy wait," I responded, squirming on the butt plug inside me, feeling it move while the nylons stretched on the skin of my thighs. My naked ass was sliding on the rough fabric of the sheet, creating a longing for something inside that it hadn't yet experienced.
"Come on over here, then, and... Oh,
wowww
..."
I'd gotten to my feet and shrugged out of the robe. Dean just stared at me for a moment, obviously speechless.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing these..." I said, coyly, turning to the side and slowly running my hands around on my ass.
"Oh my
God
... If I didn't already want to fuck your brains out, this would
definitely
push me over the edge... Do I
mind
? Hell, you can
have
'em!"
I turned with my ass halfway toward him and rolled it around a little. He stepped over to me and dropped to his knees, sucking my already stiff cock into his hot mouth, moaning as his hands cupped my asscheeks, kneading and caressing.
He finally let me go, getting back up and heading for the bathroom.
"Gotta wash up... be right back," he said, getting undressed and disappearing inside.
When he came back out, I was lying on the bed in a come-on pose, half on my side with one leg over the other- just enough to keep my package hidden behind me. I was trying to look like I had a cunt- I knew my ass looked as good as a girl's...
"Ohhhh... you hot little
slut
!" he said when he saw me. "Come over here and suck me!"
I scrambled off the bed and got on my knees in front of him, grabbing his hard cock with one hand as I sucked the head in, moaning uninhibitedly. He held my head gently, fingers going through my hair as he turned my face up to look at him.
"Are you ready for this thing to go up inside your ass?"
I let him go, out of breath from excitement and from having his big cock in my throat. "Oh, yes, sir... please, sir," I said in a small voice. "Show me how to ass-fuck, sir..."
"On your knees on the bed, then, slut..."
I obeyed instantly, thinking that the word Dean had just tagged me with seemed to fit somehow; I was still panting a little, and I noticed I was trembling. I felt the bed move as he knelt behind me, and his hands began to knead my cheeks again, then they began to gently remove the plug between them. Before I knew it, it was out of me and his lubed cockhead was where it had just been. His warm hands closed around my hips, and I felt his cock start slowly sliding into my ass...
"Just relax, Gerry... You can push back if you want to... but only if you can do it and stay relaxed... stayin' relaxed is the most important thing..."
I couldn't stop trembling, mostly from excitement, but there was a little fear, too. Was I going to hell for doing this? I wanted it so badly right then that I didn't care... I pushed back a little, feeling the head and the shaft slide deeper inside; I was breathing harder, my pulse racing now.
Dean responded by thrusting forward gently, and his cock slid in even further. There was no pain at all, so I pushed back again as he drove forward; it slid into me a couple more inches, the inner sensations getting better and better and even more amazing, increasing with every deepening thrust.
"How is it?" he asked softly.
Moaning slightly, I pushed back again, harder this time, still feeling no inner resistance, only slippery movement. I began to twist and squirm on his cock, pushing back, feeling the shaft opening me deeper... deeper. Then, with one last thrust, his hips pressed against my ass as his big cockhead opened me 'way far up inside. I groaned, a low animal-like sound I'd never heard anyone make before.
"Ohhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhhhhh
... ohhhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhhhhh
..."
You okay?" he asked.
In answer, I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him in even further, opening my knees wider and writhing slowly on the exquisitely impaling pole. Words had disappeared... The feelings rushing through me from his buried cock were far more intense than any orgasm, turning my brain into a logjam of lust. He kept fucking me slowly, and I made several more groans before I was able to speak.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhhhhh
... ohhhhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhh
... ohhhhhhhhh... fuck my
ass
, Dean... ohhhhhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
... fuck my
aaaaass
..."
I heard him laugh softly; then he flexed his cock inside me, making it raise up and slide in even further.
"Ohhhhhhhh
unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
..." This groan was even lower, more primitive-sounding than the ones before.
"You
like
getting ass-fucked, don't you, slut?"
It was the third time he'd called me a slut. I really
liked
it- I'd just discovered that I really
was
a slut who
loved
having a hard cock deep in his ass...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
..." was all I could answer, though...
"You're
too
hot, sweetie... with that whore's outfit and your perfectly
fuck
able ass... and I'm gonna come in it... You ready for me to shoot my come in your ass, slut?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
yeahhhhhhhhhhh
... come in my ass, Dean... I want it, I
want