My first husband popped my anal cherry when I was 19 he did have quite thin dick but still he didn’t really ease his way in. He used some KY and just kept pushing until I felt a pop. After an excruciating pain all the way up my arse subsided all I got was a burning sensation as he pumped away. I was not impressed but he told me it would be better next time lOL. Suffice to say it was quite a few months before I was able to relax and enjoy it at all. I confided in my best friend and it turned out she had done to avoid getting pregnant before. I only let Keith because he had an ex who let him, and we both still worked with her. The whole experience was underwhelming that said I did like being owned, and It began to be a regular part of our love making over 5 years of marriage. After which he stopped fucking me completely. As it turned out he was fucking someone else so that was that.
When we first flew in we drove to the hotel to drop off our luggage, my uncle and I got in after the rest a day later than the rest of my family, it was a reunion of sorts, but for the more solemn occasion. I had only met my cousin once before when she was 2 and to finally see her again in her teens was a bit interesting to say the least, amongst other reasons I didn’t expect to find her so attractive, but she was, though I dare not say it. Her and I living so far apart and not knowing each other very well made things somewhat awkward at first when everyone gathered at the hotel before going to dinner. During dinner my cousin and I exchanged looks, whilst the older family members made awkward attempts at conversation between the two of us. After we finished, unbeknownst to me, my cousin had arranged for her and I to spend some time together on our own to break the ice and bond a little. Understandable under the circumstances and we are now good friends though we still are unable to see one another as often as we’d like.
This was definitely the job she wanted and somehow she had landed the interview. It hadn’t been easy for Kate to get here in this reception room waiting for her appointment. She had spent countless hours networking her way to get to see Paul Armstrong, the CEO of Armstrong International, and she knew it had to go well.
Kate had been out of work for awhile and she knew her money couldn’t last too much longer. She also knew that this job paid 40% more than anything else that was available and the benefits alone were the best around. It had everything she wanted: a great salary, great fringes, big bonus and a challenging position she knew she was ready for. Now she just had to sell herself and make this work.
Elaine watched as Gary refolded the contract and slipped it into his jacket pocket. She shivered. The ink was barely dry. She hadn’t had time to say a prayer before it was gone.
Gary turned to her and slowly smiled. “I should say something profound, shouldn’t I?”
Elaine nodded. “Y… Yes.”
"In a minute." Reaching behind her head, he slid his fingers into her silky hair and said, "I want to kiss you first."
Elaine’s scalp prickled. Her eyes closed, a shudder running through her body. Gary’s grip tightened, but Elaine was shocked that it wasn’t painful. It made her dizzy.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline… Ohhh…
Her neck was gently but insistently bent backward and Elaine could hardly breathe! Her lips parted and she couldn’t think. His demanding mouth took her and her heart stopped beating!
Like a rag doll she surrendered, tightly clinging to his warm body. His mouth was her chocolate, and his hot, swirling tongue heated her from within. Around her ribs his free hand held her, his thumb on the bodice, his fingers pressed into her bare skin.
Pulsating anxiety mixed with devastating pleasure.
Elaine’s resolve was crushed as his lips crushed hers. She yielded. With a single heady kiss, Elaine’s self-control was washed away in a flood of passion. The contract she had signed seemed a distant memory.
She was HIS.
Woodenly Elaine made her way up the stairs. She held the railing, steadying herself. Her legs were like jelly and she had to stop a couple of times. Despite the feeling of taking one step forward, two steps back, she was wiping her feet on the mat and sliding her key into the front door in less than a minute.
I wish I could stop thinking. Maybe I could take a nap…
Inside the apartment Elaine was somewhat surprised. Her roommates were on speed! Or at least that’s how it seemed. Before Elaine stepped two feet inside the door Chelsea raced past, handing her a glass of wine. Had she been watching from the window? Unlikely.
"Thanks," Elaine said, taking it and raising her eyebrow.
Half naked in a loosely held together towel, Kendra rushed by in the opposite direction. “There’s cheese and crackers on the kitchen table and the shower is all yours!”
"Um, okay," Elaine replied as Kendra disappeared into her room. "Thank you!"
What was going on?
Elaine trotted to the bathroom, her anxiety mounting. Quickly she used the toilet, cleaned thoroughly and washed her hands and her new plug. Her excitement was evident in the reflection above the sink. Her nipples were so hard. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this now. Looking at her watch, Elaine noted she was down to twenty-five minutes. She had second thoughts.
Maybe I shouldn’t do this… What if someone comes home?
She sighed and dried everything off. In two minds, she trudged from the bathroom back to her bedroom. Passing the front door, she stopped for a moment, staring at the lock.
Should I? God. Do I have the nerve?
She bit her lip and reached up to engage the double lock. Click!
I’ll say I didn’t realise I’d done it. It was a lame excuse, but it’d work. With a huge smile, she laughed out loud and bounded to her bedroom.
I must be nuts!
Stripping off her jeans, she laid them carefully on the floor so they’d be quick and easy to put back on. After grabbing a damp towel from her Laundry Basket and keeping it handy, she lubed the toy while getting to her knees on the floor. The first time she’d tried it this way had been successful, so the thought of doing it differently hadn’t occurred to her. The idea of beginning with the smaller plug had, but after glancing at the clock she discarded it due to the lack of time.
Dated this day, the 5th of May, 2006
For the purpose of providing a framework over which both parties have equal control, this contract informally binds the signatories below to its contents. Either party may ‘opt out’ of this agreement at any time. ‘Opting out’ may be defined as ceasing to observe this contract in any way. It is binding only insofar as it is accepted to be.
Gary Paul Duke (known in this contract as ‘the Dominant’), hereby offers Elaine Milanovic (known in this contract as ‘the Submissive’), his guidance and dominance over her, for the period beginning on Friday the 5th of May 2006, up to and including Sunday, the 7th of May 2006.
During this period, the Dominant agrees to:
Climbing the stairs to her apartment, Elaine was tired but in a good mood. Snippets of her conversations with Leah and Gary had kept her smiling all day. It wasn’t until she’d arrived on the landing outside her front door that she was jolted by the memory of her roommate’s kiss.
What was that about?
Elaine wasn’t sure, but she thought Kendra had kissed her because of ‘stress’ and ‘high emotion’. Then again, maybe Kendra had always been attracted to Elaine, and her teasing sarcastic manner was a smokescreen.
Or, I’m going crazy, Elaine thought, shaking her head.
Turning the key in the door and slipping inside, immediately she realised someone was cooking something exotic. She felt her tummy rumble and her mouth water. She hadn’t eaten much all day.
"Hi!" yelled her roommates, hearing the front door.
'Hi!” Elaine shouted back as she headed for her room. “I'll be there in a minute!'
The first thing Elaine had to do was get out of her clothes. Then have a shower.
When time constraints forced her to wear her work uniform to college, Elaine felt ridiculous. She was so not a preppy, but on the rare days she didn’t have time to change she was regularly mistaken for one. But today it had been worth it. Today, between work and school, Elaine had tackled the necessary task of swinging by the clinic to pick up her medical report.
Elaine grabbed Kendra’s arm before they entered the clinic. She looked around before hissing, “I thought we were going to see an Ob-Gyn…”
Kendra shook Elaine’s grip. “I’ve seen an Ob-Gyn. This is the doctor. You know,The Doctor. I’m getting rid of it. Jeez, Elaine. What did you think I needed? My hand held in the waiting room?”
Elaine’s eyes narrowed. “You could’ve just been honest.”
"This is my decision. I don’t need anyone else telling me what to do.”
"Jesus, Kendra. I agree with you. It’s your decision. But before you make it, you should at least be informed. It’s traumatic for God’s sake. ‘Getting rid of it’, as you so eloquently put it, doesn’t sound like a considered opinion to me.”
"I’ve had plenty of time to think it over."
"What’s the rush? You said you were at six weeks."
Kendra swallowed. “Ten weeks.”
Elaine shook her head. Mostly to herself, she mumbled, “Why am I here?”
"Look. Sorry, okay?" The sad look Elaine had seen the night before flashed across Kendra’s face again. "I’m scared. All right?"
Elaine thought maybe Kendra was three-dimensional after all. This was a hell of a way to find out. “Just tell me what’s going through your head.”
"I’m too young to have a kid. I have no idea who the father is. I can’t afford it. And I don’t like babies. In that order. Satisfied?”
Elaine was trying to concentrate on finishing her breakfast but it wasn’t easy. It was Monday, she was ready for work with a half hour to spare, and was busy eating her toasted muesli while Kendra and Chelsea chatted about the guys they met the night before.
Elaine wasn’t really listening. Thoughts were running through her mind. Thoughts of seeing Gary and of what he might do to her, or make her do. They were the same thoughts that had occurred to her when she’d woken up before her alarm that morning. Remembering what she’d almost done in those few minutes had only made her hotter.
A sleepy mischievous smile had played at the corners of her mouth when she’d woken and seen her clock. After short-circuiting the alarm, her left hand had insinuated its way between her legs and touched her steaming pussy. Realising how wet she was, she’d slid two fingers into herself before she’d known what was happening. Her other hand had brushed over her nipple. Finding it rigid with excitement, she’d suddenly wanted her nipple clamps.
Sitting up had snapped her out of it. Checking the clock again, she’d sighed. Shaking her head, she’d made for the shower. She had to get ready for work.
In equal parts, fear and excitement were rippling over her skin.
One moment she was smiling to herself, tingles of anticipation prickling her scalp and lubricating her aching pussy. The next moment she was staring into space, unconsciously biting her lip as bracing images danced darkly through her mind.
Elaine munched away, while Chelsea was standing at the kitchen bench making coffees for the three girls.
When Elaine woke the next morning, she was shocked. Her bed sheet was wound around one of her ankles and she was sprawled sideways across her bed, completely naked. She was laying in a wet patch the size of Kansas and she ached all over. She made herself a promise.
Never again would she challenge herself to ‘see how many times she could cum’. After four or five she’d lost count and could only estimate that it was the sixth or seventh that had knocked her into unconsciousness. Sitting up, she adjusted the pillows and got comfortable, glancing at her door. Thank God it was still locked. She’d strip the bed and organise her laundry soon.
She was pleased about one thing. Although her grip was tenuous, she imagined it was getting easier to control the force of her orgasms. As long as she didn’t completely let go, then she might be okay. Which was almost impossible after five or six exhausting ones, she thought, smiling to herself. She still believed that Gary, or any man for that matter, would find her less desirable if she couldn’t control herself.
After all, self-control is important, right? What if he tells me not to cum and I can’t do it?
"I still can’t believe he was so cute," said Kendra.
“‘Cute’ is so not how I’d describe him,” said Chelsea. “He wasn’t a boy, he was aman.”
"You guys," Elaine said, shaking her head. She was enjoying the banter more than she thought she would. She hadn’t been able to talk about much on the walk home, and even now a couple of hours later, the whole thing seemed a blur. The three of them had demolished Chelsea’s delicious risotto in silence, and were sitting around the kitchen table, sipping glasses of wine and rubbing their full tummies.
”Well! It’s not like you get dates all the time,” said Kendra, stating the obvious. “Jeez, Elaine, how did you do it? Hang on, where did you meet him again? Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places.”
"Don’t you have dates all this week?" asked Elaine, winking at Chelsea.
"Oh. Yeah. I forgot," Kendra said, then grinned. "There’s always next week.”
They all laughed.
Elaine touched up her lipstick and went to the toilet again. She’d eaten little and her stomach warred against her. When she returned, she slid twenty bucks and her front door key into her pocket and stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, taking a deep breath. Her heart was thumping and she couldn’t stop trembling. Her reflection stared back at her.
I don’t know if I can do this.
The faces of her roommates appeared at her door. “What’s taking so long?” asked Kendra.
"You’re going to be late," Chelsea warned.
Elaine looked at her watch. “I still have a few minutes.”
"You’re shaking," Chelsea said. "Are you okay?"
"She’s pale too," agreed Kendra.
"I’m okay," Elaine insisted. She looked in the mirror again. She didn’t think she looked pale but she pinched her cheeks anyway.
"C’mon, Elaine," Kendra said. "It’s just a guy."
Chelsea tried to be helpful. “It’ll be fun. God, Elaine. You’ll have him eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. Stop worrying. And if he’s a goose, you can bail when I call you. Do you want me to call a bit earlier? I can call at quarter past if you want.”
Culture shock, have a read!
Despite the late night, the next morning Elaine felt energised and bounced out of bed in a good mood. A long hot shower was in order, and she indulged herself. Emerging with wet hair, a smile, and wrapped in a soft towel, Elaine made coffee while her roommates slept. She hadn’t even heard them come in, and it didn’t bother her one bit. She felt like she was walking on air!
What’s wrong with me? she wondered, giggling quietly. Carrying her coffee to the lounge room, she postponed getting dressed, instead slipping her favourite U2 Live DVD into the machine, resisting the temptation to crank it up. As Bono serenaded her, Elaine relaxed into the couch, cradling the mug of coffee in her hands and closing her eyes.
She could hardly wipe the smile from her face. Crossing her legs only enhanced the feeling of being ‘well fucked’. Her pussy was warm and swollen. Muscles ached that she’d never used before. She was exhausted. And yet her skin tingled and her mind was doing somersaults!
She had almost heard his voice, telling her what to do. Where did her ability to construct such things come from? She knew she had a fertile fantasy world from which to draw, and she knew that postponement of her orgasm would raise its intensity, but her willingness to blindly follow her own suggestions, albeit imagined as Gary’s, made her shake her head and blush.