From the dressing table Chris opened a jar of Vaseline. He gently spread the gel around my anus and kissed me on the mouth again. “Is this what you really want?” He asked with a grin on his face knowing that I wouldn’t be able to refuse. I simply nodded.
He pushed my legs up over my head and I felt the stockings tight along my legs Glancing sideways I looked at the mirror and saw just my long brown hair, and legs shining in the silky stockings with my legs pinned against my arms as Chris lay on top of me, his massive cock rock hard again. He eased the head against my slippery arse and started to push. He told me to push out towards him which made things easier. I then felt and heard him enter my arse as the head literally forced its way in. It was then I had some sharp twinges of pain, but it wasn’t constant. Not that he cared anyway as he was lost in the moment of lust of fucking my virgin arse. He pushed a little at a time allowing me to become accustomed to the pain until I felt his balls up against my skin.
“Now bitch, this is where I fuck you!” He suddenly growled and he did as he had said and started to fuck me. I had no choice but to be totally submissive to his wants, needs and desires as he ploughed in and out of me. I felt empty then full, womanly and wanton as he seemed to pump in and out of me for ages. When he finally came inside me, he yelled out and then kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth for the first time. I felt full at both ends. He finally pulled out of my arse and let my legs back down. He lay on his back watching me I put things away and cleaned up.
As he left the house Chris turned to me. “Now I know where you live I will be back…………………!” He grinned mischievously and I knew this was just the start of things to come……………..or is it cum?