Whiskey and Ass

It’s Thursday, so his girl brings a tumbler of whiskey, neat, when she comes to sit in his lap. It’s a generous pour; she’s clearly hopeful for a long session, and he’s ready to oblige. Her behavior has been flawless.

“My girl,” he murmurs into her hair as she tucks her head against his shoulder. “You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve done so well for me.”

He strokes her back as she relaxes, bending thighs to calves against the chair back so that she can press her body against him from pussy on up, resting her hands on his chest. He knows she loves being bare and cuddling close while he’s dressed.

After her breathing has noticeably slowed, he prompts, “Let me check you over now, ok?” She nods and slowly and carefully shifts back to stand and face away from him. Folding forward, she reaches back to spread her ass.

“A little more, let me see,” he requests, stroking the back of his hand up her inner thigh, and praising her as a good girl when she shifts her foot to spread wider.

He hasn’t used her ass in a few days. Her hole looks nice and tight, good.

Her cunt, on the other hand, is clearly still inflamed from yesterday’s extended slapping session. It looks a little puffy, a little pinker than usual, and his girl can’t hold back a flinch when he runs his fingertip from the base of her clit up across her hole.

“Kept asking for more, and you got what you wanted, eh?” He chuckles and cups her cunt, causing a whimper. “Let’s use a cool pack before bed. Come back here now.”

She climbs back onto him and kisses his cheek, while he wraps one arm around her and picks up the whiskey with the other.

The rhythm they fall into is an easy one: a few sips for him, a sip for her, a slow stroke over her ass. He escalates his touches as they share from the tumbler, rubbing his fingers down her asscrack, then tapping her hole, then circling her hole and teasing at penetration with his fingertip. He keeps his touches discrete, pausing often and not letting her become accustomed to stimulation.

By the time he’s firmly pressing against her asshole, she’s rocking her hips and moaning, fully warmed up and ready for more. She’s told him that she’s always amazed by how he can light her up just by leisurely playing with her ass, and he loves it.

When the whiskey’s gone, he pushes and pulls her into position, ass up on his lap and head hanging down toward the floor. He lubes up the glass plug and rests it against her asshole, knowing full well that it’ll burn going in since he’s not given her even a finger to start.

He smiles at her pathetic whine when she figures out what’s about to breach her. He pauses, giving her ample time to speak up.

“Good girl, let me hear you,” he encourages. She complies and her sounds get louder as he pushes the plug deeper and deeper in. The widest part of the toy is where he lingers the longest, indulging his mild sadistic streak by rocking the plug in place for long moments at the most painful point, savoring her moans at the burning ache.

Before she truly stretches out around the widest part of the plug, he abruptly slams it the rest of the way in, making her squeal in surprise. Hauling her back upright and around to face him, he grips her hair and pulls her head back to fuck into her mouth with his tongue. She stays loose and compliant even as he continues using her smoky whiskey mouth and sets up a tattoo of light slaps on her ass.

Releasing her so they can both catch their breath, he lets her press close and cling to him, hands fisting in his shirt.

“To bed now, little slut, need to have you properly,” he orders. She sighs happily and slides down off of his lap. Once on the floor, she is in her element, showing off with a stretch and beginning to crawl toward the bedroom.

She hasn’t made it halfway before he stops her in the hallway, standing over her and pinching her waist between his legs. She hisses in discomfort when he unceremoniously pulls the plug out and pushes it back in, following up with a firm pat to her rump as if she were a recalcitrant pet. “Get on, now, girl. Bed, and present for me.”

She resumes her languid crawl, knowing how much he enjoys the view of her swaying ass as he follows her, feeling the plug with every move. She feels such pride as she manages to climb onto the bed with some grace and position herself ass up and head down as requested.

The plug is taken out, and the near ritualized progression of his fingers stretching out her asshole puts her into a pleasurable lull. She has done and will do everything he asks of her.

“God, look at that ass, ready and waiting for my cock. Do you want me to put my cock in your ass, little slut?” He rubs his cock across her ass and grinds it against her crack.

“Yes,” comes out of her as barely more than a whisper, but he hears her and presses his cock in, stroking her sides and pulling her back to grind that last bit further inside. He doesn’t want to fuck her just yet, wants to hear her ask for it.

“So dirty, little girl, wanting it in your ass instead of your cunt. Civilized girls don’t let cocks into their assholes. But you, wild thing, cock hungry slut, you want to feel me raping open your asshole with my cock, don’t you? You put your ass in the air so that it can be violated, used to pleasure my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Isn’t it?” Still fully seated in her, he emphasizes his question by pulling her back onto him hard even though they’re already flush, making sure she can feel every bit of his length.

“God, yes, please fuck your cock into me, I need it,” she moans, pushing back and squeezing down onto him.

“Such an anal slut, such a rape slut, wanting to feel my cock moving in your ass. Wanting to be taken, raped,” he says, hands reaching under to grip her tits.

“Please!” She cries out.

“Please what?” He says, knowing he’s got her just how he wants her.

“Please fuck my slutty ass, please!” She moans.

He doesn’t bother to reply and instead fucks harshly into her well prepared ass, just how he likes. She’s grunting and crying out and complying beautifully, straining to stay in position for him.

He takes her ass fast and hard, no more playing around, intentionally giving in to the drive to come deep inside her. She’s whining continuously by the time he comes, grunting and letting his weight push her down flat underneath him.

He enjoys his post orgasm lassitude even more with the knowledge that he’s half suffocating her underneath him. She’ll likely be quite sore.

Finally, he rolls off of her and tells her to present. She’s ass up and head down a little slowly, but not enough to fault. She’s completely undone, blotchy and red in the face, hair everywhere.

“It’s ok girl, I’ll spread for you,” he soothes, using his hands to spread her asscheeks and expose her red, puffy hole. “Oh fuck yeah, look at that gorgeous hole, took cock just like it was meant to.”

He pinches and rubs along the reddened, swollen rim, making her sob, but she’s not asking him to stop. He lets a glob of spit fall on her hole and rubs it in with his fingertips, and she involuntarily squirms. A few smacks on her ass, and he cautions, “Don’t move, just going to get my phone.”

Several pictures of her messed up hole and tear streaked face later, he brings a washcloth to wipe her face and ass. He orders her under the covers, and returns quickly with a cold gel pack from the fridge that he places against her pussy without ceremony, ignoring her yelp.

He sits beside her and she snuggles her face and shoulder against his hip and leg. “Now, let me tell you what a good fucktoy you were for me today, and about our plans for tomorrow. When you’re ready, you can lick my cock clean.”

As he talks softly, he lets her clean and worship his cock until she’s too sleepy to continue, which isn’t very long at all. Then he tucks his fucktoy in to sleep and have sweet dreams about her cunt being mounted while her wide open legs are strapped to stirrups. Such a good girl.