Many messages were exchanged. Shannon had a part in the arrangements, she did the booking of a very upscale hotel in the suburbs, she shaved his crotch and he drove to the resort.
He saw her driving in just ahead of her. He honked at her and they both parked next to each other. She looked different. She looked younger than her fifty years and not in her usual conservative attire. She wore a floral yellow and white frock that reached her knees, slight heels and her hair was tied behind her. She had put some effort into her makeup, her lips were dark pink, her eyes shadowed and she looked pretty. He took her bag and slung it around his shoulder, while his own he carried in his hand and they hurried out of the three o clock sun into the cool expanse of the lobby. He gave his booking number and in matter of minutes he was holding the keys to the fifth floor room. As they entered the room, he dropped his bags on the floor and held her arms.
They had not said a word since they met.
"You look gorgeous." He said. Then their lips sought each other. The kiss was hurried, hungry, and desirous. The kiss did not care about the place, they were safely ensconced in a room of their own, and she had flung her arms around him, he put his hands on her ass, his mind registering how tight and firm her ass was as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him.
He easily carried her to the large, plush bed and laid her down. The skirt had ridden up and her pale yellow panties were exposed, and he smiled as he saw a patch of wetness on the panties. He loved a woman who dripped, and he hoped two things from her tonight, that she was wetter and she was a screamer. Nothing aroused him more than the loud moans of a woman, nothing drove him more. He hooked his thumbs on either side of the panties and pulled it down. Her pussy was in full view. A triangular patch of jet black hair apart, it was smooth. The wetness showed on her pussy lips, he held back the urge to lap the juice away. He held her feet up in the air, removed her shoes and then began to wet her ankle with his tongue, tracing a wet trail down to her crotch, the husky, womanly fragrance assaulting his senses in a good way, sending more blood rushing to his cock. He jumped over the crotch to the other thigh and traced a trail back to the other ankle. She was moaning, a little frustrated perhaps at his slowness, for she had nearly cum when his tongue reached the upper thigh, anticipating his lips on her pussy.
He stood between her wide spread legs and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then his palms caressing her thighs he slid to his knee on the floor by the bed, his tongue lapped the outer labia, up and down several times. She tasted exactly the same as her sister Eva, even better. He licked, his tongue parting the lips apart and his eyes went to her face. She was looking at him, enthralled, shaking, and her lips quivering.
Oh the unbelievable joy of fucking someone for the first time, the animal passions that it arouses.
He did it again, this time the flat of his tongue rested on her clitoris for a jiffy and he felt her shake and more fresh nectar oozed out of her cunt. He began lashing her cunt with his tongue, every now and then circling her clitoris and at last he puckered his lips and sucked the bud in. Her pelvis rose as she came, her moan delicious music to his ears.
His hand had pushed the frock up completely, raising it so her pale yellow bra was exposed. His finger found the clasp in the front and her tits, round and ripe, jiggled. He rose a little and came on top, one hand against the cheek, other holding the tits as he began to suckle at each one of them in turn. Her moans continued.
"Fuck me, please, chodo mujhe." The last two words, right out of his dream, sent a thrill that ended in his cock.
Her panting was desperate. She was far too aroused to waste time on the niceties of foreplay; she wanted his throbbing hard cock inside her, probing her pussy, making her scream in ecstasy. He wanted that too, badly. He stood up, his shorts came off. The boxers were tented with his raging cock. She jumped off her back, seizing the boxers and pulling it down. She held his cock in her soft hands, her nostrils flared and she looked at it for the first time. Licked her lips and her mouth engulfed the head of the cock. She was good, as good as Shannon, as good as Mona had ever been. He groaned. Her head began to bob over and suddenly she released it from the warmth of her mouth and scooted back to the centre of the bed, her legs wide spread, in the air, her pussy lips parted invitingly.
He came to her and resting on his elbows, he found the wet warm entrance. It felt incredibly tight as his cock slithered into her sheath, down to the hilt. He groaned. She moaned a long guttural moan as a new shattering climax began to build in her clitoris, her nipples and spread to the rest of the body.
He began to pump her, slow strokes and shallow strokes, long strokes and faster ones, inter-mingling the deep ones with shallow one. His body hammered against hers, sending the mist of her juice flying into the air. He was close to climax, he withdrew and panting he offered her his cock, she half rose and took his cock back into her mouth, drinking his oozing pre-cum mixed with her juice. She lapped it with her tongue, from his cock, from the balls. The urge to cum passed away and her turned her around. He would not last too long; he wanted to show her how deep he could go in her. He took her from behind, leaning to hold her hair like she was a rein of a horse he was riding, another hand gripping her left tit. He thrust, slow, forceful thrusts, ones that shook her whole body, sent quakes into her insides. The orgasm that had been building steadily suddenly took speed.
Her body began to tingle, her eyes misted and the room began to go dark and spin, her saliva drooled from her open mouth and her breathing became ragged.
Suddenly he flipped her around, she squealed and he his lips latched on to hers, as he thrust back in her and began to make is final descent, she was moaning, panting, gasping, he was grunting and gasping, depriving her of air as he slobbered her mouth and his cock stiffened even more as it prepared to shoot and he exploded, just at the precise moment when she began to cum.
The power of her orgasm was strong; she thrust her pelvis upwards, taking more of his cock in till he could feel the head of his cock touching the pelvic bone. She managed to slip away from his mouth as he buried his head in her neck and she wailed as he filled her with his warm white semen.
They shook, sweat pouring from their bodies till the quakes faded, hey kissed, and kissed till his cock, now getting flaccid rapidly, slithered out of her pussy.
They rolled away, lay down and dozed off, both tired from the exertion.
They went to dinner. She had a Vodka Orange and he had a glass of Scotch, she smoked a couple of cigarettes with him. She ate just fruits salad. Leaning, she whispered to him why. "In case you want my ass, it will be clean and ready." She giggled. That set off his thoughts in that direction.
He would love to have her ass. He loved asses. Ever since Yan had introduced him to the animal, primeval pleasure of her ass, he had been in love with ass. And tonight he would take hers.
He had a bottle of Scotch in his bag, there was plenty of ice in the refrigerator, and he poured a glass for both of them as they sat naked on the couch as they talked. She talked, he listened. He had whispered to her that her ass was on the line tonight.
They kissed and she asked him to be gentle, it had been a long time since she had her ass taken. She had brought the necessary gels and lubricant. He took her hand after a while and led her to bed. He wanted to prime her first, get her all heated up. He began with her pussy, slobbering her and making her cum. Then he began to work his tongue on her puckered hole. She came even harder at just the first lashes of his tongue; he applied a little gel from the tube on her ass, a little on his finger and probed her tight ass. Her ass puckered up involuntarily against the assault, tightened more around his finger, and the as his finger slid in and out it began to relax. He added another finger and then a third. She was moaning with each thrust, already in a world of pleasure and carnal lust of her own. He put a generous amount of gel on his throbbing cock.
He was feeling a state of lust he had not felt in a long time. Ass did that to him. He took a sip of his Scotch and caressed the puckered hole, now red and a little gaping. He placed the head on his cock on the opening and thrust. The head slid in and her rectum, in defence, tightened around it. He began to slide deep as she winced with pain and moaned with pleasure in equal measure. He felt the room go dark, his lust was overpowering.
His wife never let him fuck her ass. He had imagined his cock diving into her friends' asses, Guinevere, Laurie, Yu Shan, even Eva. The last he had ever felt the tight heavenly depth of ass was with Jit and that seemed so long ago. His cock slid all the way into her ass and he groaned.
"You are so fucking tight, so fucking good." He growled as his lips sought hers. She was moaning too. Cumming, as her whole body pulsated along with the pulsating cock inside her. She suddenly remembered how hard she came when fucked in the ass, and how much she liked it. As a younger woman, she had loved being ass fucked a lot. She wondered why she had given it up. Albert liked her ass too, as did so many of her lovers. She moaned as her began to slide in and out.
There was something different about fucking a woman's ass. It was taking control, making her his. It was like owning a woman. Totally. Completely, even demeaningly. It sent a rush of blood in his lions that was incomparable, his cock thickened even more when he fucked an ass, as he had learned from Yan, it throbbed more, it oozed more cum. Just as a woman gave her everything; her control, herself, her dignity when she gave her ass. She surrendered. The taker felt it too. So it was too perhaps when a woman takes a man's ass, digs her finger in his ass, and even perhaps straps on a dildo and takes her man. He surrenders to her, all the way, completely.
He looked at her writhing and cumming body through his misted eyes. His face was set, a snarl like smile on his lips. He began to hammer her ass. Ruthless thrusts that made her reach a new level of climax she had not felt in a long time. Her pussy was dripping, her juices flowing and dripping on to his cock and into her ass. Her clitoris was throbbing, her body was on fire.
He leaned forward and grabbed her hands, twining his fingers in hers, pinning her down in another controlling manner.
"Tell me," he growled aloud, "I own you, that you are my bitch."
"You own me Kyle," she wailed, "I am your bitch, your whore, your slut."
