I returned to the present as I felt his tongue slide into my hole, making surprising penetration. He was slobbering over my hole, making it wet and ready. I didn’t argue, I wanted this probably even more than he did. He slid a chubby finger in my hole and slowly pulled back and pushed a little deeper, making sure I was plenty wet as he went further in. He switched between his middle finger and his index, letting them both get covered with his saliva and my ass juices. When he felt me loosen up a bit, he tried for two fingers. Both his index and middle slid into me fairly easily. He had been playing with me for a while now. My knees and elbows were hurting from the concrete and my ass was getting more and more loose with each thrust. Eventually, I felt him go for a third finger.
A little background on me. I’m a little anal whore. I like being fucked in the ass, and when I’m alone, with no one to satisfy me, I play with toys. I’ve played with many different sized toys, I’m no size king, but let’s just say that most, if not all, natural sized men could fit in my ass. The largest toy I’ve ever fit was 3″ in diameter. That was and currently is my favorite toy.
Back to Braxton. He was trying for a third finger and hadn’t quite prepped it properly so I winced.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, ashamed. “I got a little ahead of myself and lost in your sexy hole. Is three too much?”
“Not at all,” I said looking back at him. “But this concrete is not my friend anymore. My elbow and knees are hurting.”
I knelt up and went to stand. He immediately jumped up and helped me to my feet. I rubbed my elbows and knees to relieve the pain. He gave me a hug from behind and whispered in my ear.
“How about we go finish back at the hotel? Unless you’re finished for the night.”
“The hotel would be great.” I replied.
We both got dressed, hurriedly gathered our things and were quickly in our cars off to his hotel. On the drive there, I stopped by my house and grabbed my bag of toys. I was kinda hoping he would be willing to stretch me out a little. He had shown an interest in making me more loose than necessary, so maybe he was into some extra large holes. I jumped back in my car and raced to his hotel, anticipating the rest of the night.
The end of Part One.