Grace Goes Babysitting Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 Grace and Favours -- Adventures in Babysitting pt 1

Grace, a young woman in her twenties, had been sent by the agency to a big house on the edge of town and had already let her thoughts and fantasies about being used by a hot older couple get to her head when getting ready. She arrived for her babysitting assignment wearing a big cozy jumper to snuggle in, but hiding inappropriately sexy lingerie underneath, at least a size too small so that her pussy was always pressing against the fabric and making her all squirmy in the taxi on the journey there.

Was it really an accident that she had been caught masturbating on the couch? Watching porn on our big screen so that she didn't notice the master of the house getting home. That would be very unprofessional indeed.

"What is the meaning of this young lady? Stand up please. I want to check if you have left any sticky marks on our nice couch." the tall, dark, and handsome man commands her.

Grace can feel her naturally submissive tendencies kicking in as she looks up at him, hands playing with the hem of her jumper so that it is pulled down to try and hide her panties, but occasionally pulling it up to flash a peek of her sexy pussy, smooth and slightly plump, visible behind the barely adequate covering of her panties.

"Sorry sir... Do you want me to clean it off the couch? I can lick it up if that would make it better?"

"Hmmmm.... That is an excellent suggestion, and I approve of your willingness to make this up to us, but no... No, I think I will enjoy seeing the sticky mark and knowing your dirty secret. Lift your jumper please Grace. Let's see how much of a mess you have made of your underwear."

Slowly lifting her jumper up to her tummy, revealing her soft curves and the pertness of her breasts, dark areolas visible through the sheer white lace of her bra, Grace asks timidly as she sways her hips slightly

"Are you going to have to examine me, sir? They did that already at the agency to make sure I was ready for this assignment."

"I'm afraid so. If you are too messy we will have to clean you up before we send you home, now step out of that skimpy excuse for a pair of panties. That's it, good girl. Spread yourself open so that we can see exactly what you have been up to."

Keeping her jumper pulled up with one hand, Grace lets her other hand drop between her legs and hesitantly uses her fingers to split her pussy lips apart, instantly revealing how sticky and creamy her pussy is as she struggles to hold her lips in place, slick with fresh juice from the red hot flush of exposing herself. She turns her head away shyly as sir takes out his camera and gets ready to take a picture of her exposing her shameful pussy, still sticky and shiny with her arousal.

"You understand that we will have to document this incident and I will have to keep a file on all your indiscretions, young lady. It is simply unacceptable that you think you can get away with such slutty behaviour in this house. Now, bend over please. I want to take a picture of your pussy from behind. It's very sticky and you have got it all over your thighs, you dirty girl."

"Whilst you are bent over the couch you can reach back and spread your cheeks. We will need to check you have kept your ass nice and clean if you have been rubbing yourself against our couch."

He admired her body as she arched her back and partially spread her ample buttocks, her golden skin smooth and supple and contrasting beautifully with the delicious nutty brown of her asshole and the lush pink of the back of her pussy lips, both looking clean but shiny with pussy juice and likely to have left marks on the soft furnishings as she had rubbed and humped against them. He would enjoy her scent later as he relaxed on the couch with the lady of the house by his side, discussing the merits of the new babysitter...

Suddenly Grace felt the firm grip of his fingers on her ass cheeks as he spread her open. Secretly wanting this all along she felt her already sticky pussy opening up for him. She had already been working her pussy hard so she could feel it partly gaping open now, willing this man who was old enough to be her Daddy see how wet and pink she was inside. How tight her asshole looks. To know how good she smells and tastes. Pushing her ass back out as hard as she could... With a hungry noise he was suddenly licking her pussy in long, slow, strokes with the flat of his tongue, making sure to catch her cute little asshole as she pushed it out for him, flicking and tickling with the tip of his tongue until she was groaning and trying to hold on and not cum and gush and make another mess.

Now facing the door Grace saw a reflection of herself in the wall mirror, down on all fours with her ass in the air and his tongue licking and flicking at her pussy and clit for what seemed like forever. She could see her face was bright red and almost sobbing because it felt so good but at the same time she knew it was so wrong of her to have been caught like this.

In the background she could still hear the porn playlist she had selected playing, a series of young women being fucked hard by older, well hung guys, making them submit to ever more depraved acts as they get their pussies and asses fucked in all the different ways Grace used to dream of, and now it was happening to her. The noise of fucking in the background was making it almost impossible for her not to give in to the sensations in your pussy and just cum on his face, she could feel her orgasm approaching and had no idea how she was going to hold it, starting to bite her lip in anticipation...

Of course, that was exactly the point he stopped, leaving her pussy just on the pulsing point of no return.

"Now. We've cleaned up your pussy and thighs at least, but what about these dirty, sticky, panties?"

Holding them up in front of her as Grace tried to regain her composure, he slowly unfolded them to reveal the sticky, even creamy, marks of her pussy juices. Rubbing the fabric between his fingers and then raising them to his face to breathe in her scent.... unable to stifle his groan of hunger as she noticed his eyes rolling back in his head, taking a long, deep breath of her before slowly opening his eyes again and looking directly at her.

"These are very dirty. We obviously can't send you home in these."

He bends down and helps her stand, putting a strong and caring arm around her shoulders and taking her hand as her as he leads her from the room.

"I could tell you I will be keeping these for your file, and that is partly true, but really, I just want to keep them in my pocket and smell and taste you whenever I want... But it is cold outside here at the moment and we wouldn't want to send you home improperly dressed."

Unfortunately, there just isn't time to run them through the wash before she has to leave, so instead Grace is lead upstairs to the bathroom, having been told to be quiet and not wake anybody, where he sits her you down inside and instructs her to put her dirty panties back on, helping her to arrange them properly in place after they got scrunched up.

"Sit with your legs wide open please. That's it, good girl... The creases and stains are very obvious, and I am concerned about what someone would think of you if they saw them. Much better that you get caught with wet panties of a different kind, so we are going to wait here until you wet yourself."

She couldn't hold any longer at this point and she felt her face flush at the feeling the hot flood of liquid spread out from her pussy and soaking the fabric, dripping down her thighs. Once she had finished, while still trying to hide how red her face was, he eagerly kissed and licked every delicious drop from her beautiful, smooth skin, sucking on her pussy through the fabric and making her start to breathe quickly again as she felt her edge was still there... just waiting to burst through and have her explo....

"There. That's enough, I think. You can just tell people you had an accident, rather than having to explain what an unprofessional little slut you are. That is something we will have to talk about again of course, but I'm sure you will understand that we can't just ignore something like this." he said with a cruel smile as Grace sat and squirmed, trying to keep her hands from between her legs, desperate to rub herself off and finish the job...

"Stop that young lady!" He slapped her hands away, catching the tops of her thighs as he did so. "Good girls don't cum without permission, and you certainly haven't been a good girl, now, have you?"

Of course, Grace had to admit that she hadn't been a good girl at all and was suddenly fighting back the tears, worried that her babysitting assignment would be over before it had really begun, before she had been lucky enough to meet the lady of the house. The kindly older man spent some time with her on the couch, still smelling of her sinful arousal, knowing that she would need lots of cuddles and reassurance that things are going to be OK.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it, just not normally in other people's houses while babysitting, and yes of course we will still book you as our sitter in the future... In fact, I've just remembered we have a late dinner engagement next week. Are you free next Wednesday evening?"

Grace's smile returned, with maybe just the hint of a knowing and naughty glint in her eye.

"Yes sir. I'm available. What would you like me to wear for you?"

Chapter two is coming soon!

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Earl cradled Daria in his arms, lifting her out of the van. He carried her up the stairs to the beach house as she ruffled his dark curls. "You should grow a beard, Earl, or at least some scruff - maybe a few tattoos."

"Dare," he responded, "I'm a Navy doctor. I can't wander around looking like a street urchin. Besides, your sister's not big on ink. She says she likes me smooth and silky."

Daria reached for the doorknob since Earl's hands were occupied. "She's not talking about your face, silly."

Earl turned several shades of red as he settled Daria into her wheelchair. "Quit being dirty, Dare."

"Oh, you love it. I've told you before, you're marrying the wrong sister. I could rock your world if you'd give me a chance - I know how to slurp a smoothie." Daria spun her wheels on a dime, perusing the flat. She swirled through the kitchen and into the great room, then back down the hall to the bedrooms.

"I'm going back to help Cari with the luggage," Earl announced. "Your room is first on the right and don't roll out on the balcony until I check it."

"I'll roll where I want, pretty doctor!" Daria whirled into her assigned quarters. The bedroom was simple and spacious so she could move around freely. The ensuite bathroom had bars for transfer and stability. Cari had researched the premises, studied the amenities to suit every need.

In the bedroom corner was a small vanity with a mirror, tiny drawers for Daria's brushes and makeup, a place for her catheters - and a book. Sea Witch by Anon Imus. 'How ridiculous,' thought Daria. She had seen a similar title months earlier on Amazon but had neglected to download it. Her Kindle was packed to the brim. Reading had been Daria's primary activity since the accident, her escape from reality.

She flipped through the pages. The book was hardbound and heavy. There were sketches of characters - pirates! Beautiful maidens. Swashbuckling adventurers, murderous thieves, rape and pillaging. 'Perhaps I'll read this later,' she considered.

"Daria! Where you be?" Cari walked through the bedroom door, rolling Daria's suitcase. "You like it - your room?"

"It's fine." Daria placed the book on the vanity.

"You don't look too excited, sweet sister." Cari plopped the suitcase on the bed, unzipped it and unpacked the contents into assorted piles.

"You can quit babying me, Cari. I can do that myself. Besides, I might have something in there I don't want you to see."

"Like what? A bottle of scotch? A big dildo?"

"So, what if I got both?" Daria snooted. "Your dildo carries your luggage. Some of us can't run around picking up doctors."

Cari folded her arms across her chest. "Are we going back through this? Dammit, Daria, I bust my ass finding the perfect beach bungalow, and I don't even get a thank you - just more crap about Earl."

"You deserve it, Cari, but I'm done arguing. And thanks for bringing me on your fuck-fest. Don't worry. I'll wear my earbuds every night, so scream your heart out."

Cari sat down on the bed. "Dare, did you seriously think you had a shot at Earl? I'm just being realistic here."

"He was my doctor, Cari. Not yours. And, yea, he liked me, even if I couldn't walk. He promised I would...one day."

"Firstly, doctors can't date their patients," Cari retorted.

"I'm not his patient anymore, Miss Board of Medical Ethics."

"Fine. I'm done," Cari cringed, raising her hands in surrender. "I stole your boyfriend. We're getting married, and you are my maid of honor, full military regalia. Would you like to hit the beach or sit up here and sulk?"

"Sulk on the beach," she replied.

Daria sat in her lounge chair, scanning her novel. The tide circled her feet as the sun descended. Across the horizon, she saw something odd - a ship - a dark silhouette, large and stately with masts and sails, like nothing she'd seen on the ocean.

"Hey, do you guys see that?"

Cari and Earl were wrapped in a blanket on the sand, oblivious and uninhibited. Daria removed her earbuds, confirming her suspicions.

"Oh, shit! Oh fuck! Yea, right there, Earl. C'mon, harder!"

Daria replaced her earbuds and went back to her book.

***

"Here she be, captain, the admiral's youngest daughter, Leena, just as ye requested." The crew forced the beauty down to her knees.

Errol fisted the young girl's hair, jerking her head back. "Did ye think to escape my wrath, little wench, playin me a fool fer yer female persuasion just to run back to daddy with all me secrets? Strip er down mates!"

The men viciously ripped off the girl's dress and undergarments, tearing them to shreds. Observing from the corner was Leena's older sister, sworn in allegiance to the captain and his crew, the pirate's lover for all eternity.

"Don't ye worry, lass - ye won't be needin no clothes fer the evenin banquet, and there be plenty cock left fer yer noble, pink pussy once we finish fuckin yer mouth!"

***

Cari washed Daria's back in the shower as she did every night at home. Daria despised her dependency, but options were limited. She still couldn't manage every need on her own. "I'm sorry, Cari, about this afternoon."

Cari hesitated briefly, then continued her gentle scrubbing. "It's okay, Dare. I know it's hard. I shouldn't have said some things..."

"You're right, Cari. I'll never find a man who wants me."

Cari put down the loofah. "I never said that. You're beautiful, Daria. Nothing has changed that. Someone will come along. You'll fall in love."

"I am in love."

Cari looked at her sister. The shower rained down on her gorgeous body. Though her legs had slightly deteriorated since the accident, they were still full and muscular. It occurred to Cari that if Daria posted a nude on Tinder, guys would never recognize she was paraplegic. "You're in love with Earl?"

Daria nodded affirmatively. "I'm sorry. I can't help how I feel."

Cari gave her a sisterly hug. "What do you want, Daria?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "I mean...is there any way...could you just ask if he...would you mind if we..."

Cari blew out a breath, then smiled. "I wouldn't mind, Daria. Would it bother you, though, if I'm there - assuming he agrees?"

"I want you there, Cari. Do you really think he would consider it?"

"You already know he's attracted to you, Dare. I'm more concerned about controlling my jealousy than whether he'll agree to fuck you."

Lying in her bed later that night, Daria opened her novel. The pages seemed to turn themselves.

***

"Ye sister be full o cum." Errol pulled his thick shaft from Leena's raw, ruined rectum. Semen seeped across the girl's gaping gash. "She be worn as a rudder on a rocky coast - no use fer nothin but shark bait."

"What now will you do with my pathetic little sister, Errol? I love you. I will always be with you." The older sister kissed the captain and fondled his flaccid prick, licking the remnants of semen from her fingers.

"I'll take er to the deck fer floggin, sweet girl. Whip er till she wilts. Feed her piece by piece to the fishes. Now, prove yer devotion, lassie, as ye sister failed miserably to do. Suck my cock clean as ye watch her die."

"Tie this lying bitch to the mast, my captain. Whip her till you're satisfied she's dead. Drop her dismembered body into the sea for the sharks. I will get on my knees and suck your thick, salty dick until I drain your balls completely."

***

The following morning, Earl draped Daria over his shoulder, ass to his cheek, and hauled her down to the beach. He could smell her desire as he laid her on a blanket, unclipping her bikini top and slathering her back with sunscreen.

"Cari told me what you want," Earl whispered. He fondled Daria's teenage globes, squeezing them firmly till her small nipples peaked. "I've been wanting you again since the 'accident'. I've been missing this."

"Cari should be here," Daria softly objected.

"She needn't see everything, Dare. She needn't know what I've done."

Daria lacked the strength to refuse. Earl kissed her as he hooked his forefinger through the crotch of her Nylon bottoms, pulling the material aside and bending to taste her. He nibbled and kneaded her modest breasts, swirling his thumb round her sensitive clit as he pumped two digits inside her. She was creamy in seconds.

"You're so fucking wet, Dare! Your sister likes to taste herself." Earl offered his slimy fingers to Daria's mouth. She sucked them obediently.

"She likes this?" Daria asked. Earl nodded with a smile. "What else does she like?" Earl slid his dripping digits down Daria's crack, probing her tight starfish entrance.

"She loves it when I fuck her up the ass."

"Then do it, Earl, but please take it slow. I can feel everything. I just can't move my legs."

Suddenly, there was a shadow.

"I thought I told you both to wait for me!" Cari glared at her sister with dagger eyes.

"Yea, she took off her top, just begging for it, babe. She asked me to suck her tits," Earl lied.

Daria was caught off guard. "I didn't do...I didn't say..." she stammered.

"Shut up, bitch! What was she saying when I first walked up, Earl?" Cari slipped out of her bikini.

"She wanted me to fuck her up the ass, babe. She insisted I do everything that I usually do for you."

"But I didn't..." Daria refuted.

"Shut up, I said!" Cari clamped her hand over her sister's mouth. "I'm sick of hearing it. You want to get fucked, Daria? Alright, then. Spread her flaccid legs till you split her slutty seam, Earl. That's the beauty of banging a cripple - no resistance. Spread them like she did for that quarterback. Remember him, Daria? Josh Broaden? The guy you fucked on the football field the night after homecoming. Did you suck him off taking you home? He drove off a cliff, dead on arrival; you were paralyzed in a ditch, his severed black dick in your mouth."

"Damn, Cari, your sister's a skank." Earl splayed Daria's thighs like a wishbone. "Suck this cock, dirty slut, before I shove it up your chute! You'll want to lube it first."

Daria looked up at Earl, his prick down her throat as the sky turned darker with clouds. His features seemed to change, no longer clean shaven. Tattoos appeared on his face.

Kneeling behind Earl, Cari positioned his erection between her sister's pale cheeks. "Fuck the little wench! Hard and deep. Stretch her tiny butthole till it bleeds!" Cari cupped Earl's ass in her hands, nudging him rhythmically with a series of thrusts, shoving him balls deep to the edge of eruption. His scrotum was screaming when Cari handed him the dildo; a thick, black replica with ridges and veins, compliments of Daria's beach bag.

"What the hell?" Earl gasped, struggling to keep pace.

"That's your patient's quiet fetish, Earl. Black cock. Her backstage boyfriend in high school." Daria shook her head as if denying the accusation, unable to speak. "Slam it in her cunt," Cari commanded. "I want to see her paint it with cum."

Daria recognized the feeling. She had felt it once before that night after homecoming, that feeling of fullness, that shattering climax. Not one, but two cocks. Not one, but two studs - a lascivious truce - two massive explosions with rivers of semen. Her terrible secret.

She was full beyond belief, both holes being pounded, creaming on a black throbbing shaft up her slit. White sperm up her ass. Headlights and a blaring horn. The memory of two jealous lovers.

"You're a murderer, Earl..."

***

"She be turnin pirate, captain. She be turnin sea witch. She be gathrin her pieces and the pieces of ships.

She be buildin a vessel. She be sailin the waves. She be comin fer ya, captain. It be vengeance she craves.

Best ye be off.

***

The ghostly woman emerged from the tide and foam. "Errol," she whispered. "I've come for you, Errol," dragging him backwards into the surf - into the blue beyond - pulling him by the hair, screaming.

"Leena!" the man cried as she pulled him under water.

"He promised your legs," she whispered to Daria...voice from the mist. "A captain keeps his promises."

Daria arose and walked to the ocean as Cari watched in disbelief. She picked up a ship's plank floating in the waves. It was etched with the name of a book.

~SEA WITCH~

Mary's Movie Night: Intermission

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who am I kidding? I blame myself.

Mary ascends the stairs ahead of me, headed for her bedroom. I have walked this trail before, but this time feels different. I am going willingly and with premeditation (if you can call it that), knowing that she is ripe, fertile, unprotected.

I am not attracted to the woman in front of me, at least, not physically attracted. The old joke is that you could put a bag over an ugly date's head, but in Mary's case, you'd need a body bag. Except... I'm learning that in the coerced, squalid trysts we've had so far, I have been powerless to resist her. The horror I feel starts to fizz in my bloodstream and the next thing I know I'm flooding her.

Tonight will be different. Not because I'm doing this with only a little coercion. Not because of the possible consequences. Tonight will be different because it definitely means that there is a connection, that there is an "us". Her piggy eyes look at me lustfully. God, she's ugly.

Her room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp. It has a pink lampshade covered with little Minnie Mouse cartoons. The pink softens the room and almost makes it feel cozy. For a change, Mary's bed is freshly made, with tight hospital corners and plumped up pillows. The floor isn't strewn with used underwear, the dresser drawers aren't hanging open. She has prepared this space so that she can bring me here to mate.

I grasp her top at the shoulders. The wrap-style top is untied and hanging open, so I slide it down her back as I move my body closer behind her. I pull it off one arm and then the other. I kiss her left shoulder as I discard it. Then I pull my shirts off so that I can let her feel my naked chest against her back while sliding my hand around her thick waist. I am wondering how this belly will feel when it's heavy with child. She reaches back low, checking to see if I'm hard for her. Finding that I am, she turns her head towards me.

Her hands go behind my head as I exhale gently into her left ear. She shudders and her skin is covered in gooseflesh. She grinds her ass back, showing she knows what's there, waiting for her. I don't shrink away, but grind back until she pulls away so she can face me.

She unsnaps her jeans dress, unzips it behind her, and works it down. It's tough going, as the top opening is too narrow for her gargantuan thigs. She steps out of the circle of discarded clothes and stands, legs slightly spread, fully naked before me.

I look her up and down and I feel a skip in the beat of my heart. The Gorgon mouth, the drooping flesh, the wilderness of untamed hair: the awful reality of it is appalling. But the animalistic surge is there too. Is this desire? I feel her wanting it, wanting me to want her, wanting me to take her.

I push off my pants and underwear and stand naked before her, so that she can regard me in whatever glory I muster. My cock is hard and cycles up and down in time with my pulse. She licks her lips with a pointy tongue.

"Why don't you draw down the covers and get in bed?" I aske.

"Yes, daddy." There is a quaver in her voice. No longer the commanding blackmailer, she wants to be desired. She pulls the comforter aside and climbs into the bed, which creaks beneath her. She draws her knees up slightly, legs spread lewdly, invitingly. She holds her vast fleshy arms open, welcoming me, beckoning me.

I move towards her. I hear my heart thudding in my eyes, feeling hot all over. We spent hours next to each other on the couch watching the movie, without anything more than holding hands. But every moment there I knew that this moment here was coming. I can smell the musky scent of her dripping pussy.

"I'm very fertile, daddy. Are you sure you want to go in me bare?" I am kneeling onto the bed now. "It's a bad idea, Mary," I want to say, but I don't, and our lips meet. Hers are hungry, needy. But then, mine are hungry, needy, too.

"You going to fuck your baby into me?" she challenges, just a little need creeping into her voice. This way lies disaster. I shouldn't go anywhere near her, but I feel her pubic mound pressing against mine. My cock wanders down, looking for her entrance. I can feel her labia hugging my tip. She is hot and wet. There is a spot, just-so, where everything is in place. I am at her entrance. It's the last moment of "before". From here there will be only "after".

"I love you, daddy. Do it to me." I do it to her.

We move together. Her juices flow freely. She is beyond ripe. My balls churn in response. This will be no epic; it is a spawning. I am being mated to her like a beast. She mews with satisfaction as she feels me bottom out. The endless thighs wrap around so her heels hold me in. The tiny fat hands grab my butt. The entirety of her huge bulk sucks me in. I begin to thrust inside her. Her body jiggles beneath me, breasts flying sloppily, hair sprayed out, belly rippling. Her mouth forms a tight "O" as she begins to moan. Louder and louder, she cries out "Yes. Daddy! Yes. Daddy!"

The tension builds inside me.

"Cum in my fertile hole, daddy, yes!" There is triumph in her voice as she thrusts her pelvis up to meet me, grinding our mounds together. All I feel is a need to be deep, deep, deep, and put all of me inside her. I'm holding it back, holding it back. I should stop, I can't, I can't. I can't do this. I'm hanging on, resisting, a last glimmer of sanity and hope. I mustn't. I do.

It happens in slow motion. The casting off of control. Mary's face almost anguished wallowing on the pillow, cheeks flushed, porcine nose flaring. Her hands both clench my ass. The first pulsation, welling up down inside me, the first flutter. The second pulse and I feel the hot liquid swelling me up inside her, plugging her, binding us together. A third one and I feel it shoot out into her, a geyser of heat erupting forth. Then four, five, six, seven, uncountably many, an endless giving of my inner self, so hard it hurts, the flood inside me stretching me open with its fiery outpouring. I cry out, "Mary!"

Mary is quiet, watching me as she feels it shooting into her. Feeling how thick I am. Feeling each twitch as it fills her up inside her. Feeling her body sucking at me like a greedy mouth. She looks into my eyes and we both feel it, this moment.

--

I wish I could say I spent the night or that this was the beginning of my new life. But I didn't and it wasn't.

Instead, at some point, I got up and got dressed.

Later Mary texted me: "thank you daddy". I sent her a heart emoji.

Then there had to be emails and meetings and then a weekend. There was grocery shopping and bathroom cleaning. Susan seemed on edge. She stopped nagging me to masturbate in her specimen cup. She was resigned, I guess, that I wasn't going to impregnate her that way, or maybe we had missed this month's window.

Mary texted me: "I can feel your sperms in me, daddy". I sent her a heart-eyed emoji. Every day, just a pair of texts. The theme was simple: my seed was in her. She was thinking about it taking root.

The previous week, Mary had switched to a night shift. She had traded to make movie night free. This week, though, she would have to work her shift, so on Monday Levon and Lakeisha volunteered to host movie night. Except: "let's make it video game night. Switch things up."

Each night that week, instead of confronting what Mary and I had done or having a serious conversation with Susan I walked at bedtime down to Cindy McGill's house. I didn't make love to her. I just slept.

On Wednesday morning, Cindy started the day with, "Look, junior, enough of the hang dog expression. I told you before that your marriage was going to be over. What we're doing here, I like it. But you haven't brought me the lock for your collar yet. Are you just feeling guilty that you shagged the pachyderm next door? You need to figure things out."

Then she slapped me on the behind and I went off to a day of work.

Thursday morning, the buzz of my phone woke me.

Mary texted me: "Wish I could be with you tonight." This time I sent her a real reply: "Maybe some of me is in you." She replied with a sparkly heart emoji. And a baby emoji.

I got up to find Susan waiting for me at the breakfast table. "I want a child. I thought you wanted one too."

"Someday, sure. But... I love you, but I haven't come to terms with your... our... your asexuality thing. Is what we're doing, what I'm doing with Cindy a good basis for having a family?" She looked stricken. I held her for a while and after a while, after the tears, it was okay. But I was numb all day. Our neighbor, Belle, was gladly pregnant with my child. Mary was gladly maybe pregnant with my child. Cindy couldn't be pregnant with my child but had promised to find some surrogate lover to have the child for us. The woman I loved? I was denying her a child. I was going to have to change something.

I was reluctant to walk down to Levon and Lakeisha's house. I didn't expect much. It was just me there with the two of them. They had two kids, a boy about six and a girl about two, but "his folks are watching them tonight. That way we adults can play our games on a school night," Lakeisha explained.

They are both massive geeks. She was wearing a brightly colored Warhammer sweatshirt that contrasted with her dark skin and the baggy black pants that hide her shape. Levon is short--maybe her height? He was wearing a t-short so worn that the game it advertised couldn't be made out.

I hadn't played any Call of Duty game since college, and I had definitely never played one as a drinking game. Just about anything seemed to require a drink. The liquor was tequila. Friday was going to be a lost day.

Lakeisha was the star--she took turns beating the snot out of Levon and I. Pretty soon, Levon was three sheets to the wind and I was fairly wobbly. She tucked him in and came back to find me killing Nazi zombies. She tsked when I got killed again, so I put the controller aside. Ugh. I suck.

"What's going on with you?" she asked.

The story, all of it, came tumbling out. I was abundantly aware that this was probably a stupid idea. I was breaking Cindy's secrecy rule, for one thing, but then I was being indiscreet with everyone else. With a neighbor. Good work, dude! I told her that as well.

"I think," she said, considering, "that you've fallen in with some manipulators." She raised her hand to forestall a response. "Not to say that you have covered yourself in glory. You've been very bad. If you'd shown some backbone, at least some of these situations would be different. But you're right. You need to make some choices. For yourself." She put her hand on my thigh.

"Should you be doing that?"

"Yeah. I should. You've been pleasing the rest of the neighborhood. Seems I've missed out."

"Your advice would seem to be inconsistent."

"Only depends on how you act on it."

"If I push you away, that'd be a good thing, right? And if I don't?" Her hand was a lot further up my thigh.

"Well, then more things are going to happen. Do you want to control what those things are?"

"Some." That hand was now definitely not in neutral territory. I think it was getting near my spawn point.

"It's not so bad. I mean, in your heart, you already know what should happen." She wasn't tugging on my heart, though. It was something else.

"Tequila makes me horny and Levon likes to listen," she said, low and in my ear. "When I go upstairs later, he'll probably make me sleep in his wet spot."

"Seems like I'm not done making poor choices," I replied.

"I hope not. I'm needing some joystick. Been too long since I took that risk."

"Risk?" Her hand is working up and down my burgeoning stiffy. I tentatively reach out to run my hand through her hair and bring her lips closer to mine.

"There's always the risk that your commandos will overrun my position and that we will up-level." I feel my dick twitch when she says this. "Mm... you'd like that, huh? You capturing my flag while Levon listens in." Her tongue is very wet and soft, her mouth very open as we explore each other's fire bases.

She opens my belt while I fumble around with her blouse. I open the buttons one-handed, until her olive-green blouse is hanging loose. She has a black nursing bra underneath. She's got a big inventory and is carrying a heavy loadout.

"I want your forces to invade tonight. You think you can keep your assault organized?" Her hand is pushing pants and underwear down. I spread my legs to give her better access while I start to fumble with her belt. It's a narrow brown leather strap, mainly for decoration. I solve that level and go looking for the boss level.

"You gonna assault this pussy?"

I'm figuring out the fasteners and zipper nicely. She pauses to shrug off the blouse, then stands to shuck the pants. She comes back to straddle me. Only her panties are between my fire team and their objective.

I reach around and unfasten her nursing halter, which falls into our lap to reveal two heavy dark brown hangers with very dark nipples. The left one wells out a tiny white droplet.

"If you touch them," she says, referring to her milk-filled tits, "those grenades will go off. You going to put that soldier into my foxhole?" I am poking her deliberately and methodically. She winks approval: it's her game and she's going for a high score. I pull the panties to one side. It seems this foxhole has been flooded.

"My command center is aching for your shotgun to pump it full. I need your Medic Module. Dose me with your creamy Juggernog." I'm poking directly at her entrance but not infiltrating her quite yet. We trade some small arms fire, tongue-to-tongue, before she calls in my mortar strike.

"I'm taking my time, in case there are snipers, but you can expect a full recharge of health..."

"Hear that, Levon, he's going to take his objective. He's going to knock down all my defenders and blow me up with his dirty babymaker." She's calling this out loudly, the better for Levon to hear.

"God, honey, he's done it. He's going in. He's going to shoot off his inventory in me." She rocks back and takes me fully. I hold her up as she rocks and jerks atop my cock.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Paint the fucking baby's room a pearly white. Leave me with your bastard baby." A steady stream of urgent profanity to arouse the listening Levon. "Deeper, that's it. That's it. Almost there. Don't stop. It's coming. It's coming... don't stop, don't stop... it's coming." The playful edge is slipping from her as she gives herself to her own enjoyment. The couch is creaking and thumping as we hump together. "Don't stop... fill me... oh fuck, man... oh fuck..."

She's cumming, and cumming hard. Her breasts spray out milk and her mouth contorts in an agony of release. I feel a corresponding tingle building. I could retreat. But I don't. I line up at her spawn point and bomb it into oblivion.

I sleep on the sofa. In the morning, my phone buzzes.

Mary texts me: "I'm home, daddy." I don't respond yet. It's early: maybe I'm sleeping?

I rise, refreshed for the first time in weeks. I walk home to an empty house. I shave. I shower. I sit down to a day of work. The back of my mind keeps turning events over and over. I got Mary to delete the photo of me with Belle, only to give her far more leverage over me. Belle is pregnant, and now her marriage appears to be on the rocks. How long until she turns to her baby daddy? And Cindy is waiting for me to demonstrate my commitment to her kinky plans. What am I going to do?

Bed Intruder

 

 

 

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: Please read the Tags and make sure you are comfortable with all of them before proceeding. Note that this story is about anal sex, and that there is no vaginal penetration included. You have been warned.

All of the characters in the story are eighteen or older.

All of my stories are copyrighted, including this one.

--- BED INTRUDER ---

Amandus woke up - startled - feeling the weight on top of him.

"Relax, relax.. It's just me.." Zara said, her voice low and unexpectedly shy.

"W-What are you doing in my apartment..? And why are you on top of me..?" Amandus was completely perplexed. He had been friends with Zara for ten years, ever since they were children - but to wake up in the middle of the night with her on top of him felt bizarre, to say the least. He had just recently moved out to live on his own, giving one of his spare keys to his parents, and the other to her, seeing as they were the closest of friends. But what was she doing here at this hour?

"Please, just.. Let me stay here.. Don't make a fuss.." She sounded vulnerable, a tone Amandus hadn't heard from her for years now, and it sent an involuntary shiver down his spine. But the way she looked at him in the dimmed light of his bedroom, under the same covers as him, staring at him so intensely - it made it hard for Amandus to find the proper response.

"Are you.. Naked?" he asked, the word nearly getting caught in his throat..

Zara exhaled a small, embarrassed chuckle, before answering with a breathy whisper: "Yes..."

Amandus had to swallow. "Uhm.. And why is that?" he asked carefully.

"Look, just.. Don't question it.." Zara sighed, looking away from his eyes, and seeming somewhat ashamed of her confession. Amandus felt his throat go dry at those words. His mind was reeling, trying to make sense of this whole situation. "I'm not asking you to do anything.. Just.. Let me sleep here, on top of you. Just cuddles. Please." Her voice came out needy, filled with a certain desperation.

"Uhm.. Okay," he stammered, completely bewildered, while she shuffled around a bit to make herself more comfortable, resting her head against his bare chest as if it was her new favourite pillow. He was only wearing his boxers and was otherwise nude as well. "But let me get this straight.." he said, hesitantly. "You went over to my place in the middle of the night, with the spare key, then undressed yourself, and crawled into my bed?"

Zara's breathing turned shallow and her fingers played with Amandus' chest hair as she whispered: "Yes.. And? I said not to question it.."

They were both quiet for at least a minute, but Amandus could not relax at all. Her naked body on top of his had been distracting, but not in a bad way. Now that his eyes were getting used to the dark, it felt even more forbidden somehow. The feeling of her bare skin against his sent chills up his spine - it was very strange, but pleasant at the same time.

"Just go back to sleep.." she murmured, sounding sleepy already.

"Listen, you're welcome here at any time. I'll always be there for you. But.. Did something happen? You can talk to me.."

He could feel Zara's lips twist into a small smile as she whispered: "Thank you, Amandus.. But nothing happened." He could feel her soft breathing against his skin, which combined with the pleasant weight of her body made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. Then, she placed a little kiss on his chest. It felt incredibly intimate.

"Is this.. I mean.. Are you trying to seduce me in some strange and unique way? You've always been a weirdo, you know.." Amandus tried to crack a joke, hoping it would make her relax more. But he was feeling a bit nervous at the prospect. They were friends, but neither of them had ever really expressed a sexual interest in the other. They had been friends for so long, it just felt like their relationship dynamic was pretty set - and neither one of them had any desire to change it. Or at least, that's what he thought until tonight.

"... Do you not want me to sleep here? Would you rather have someone else?" Zara sounded wounded and there was a hint of frustration in her voice. A soft kind of sadness, as if she really wanted Amandus to say that he wanted her there.

"You can stay here, it's just.. Very strange." He played with her hair a little bit as if to show her that he was interested in keeping her there. "You never acted like this around me before."

Zara sighed. "Yeah, I know," she said quietly. "My mistake."

There was a small pause before Amandus dared to ask: "Does this mean anything..? Or are you just lonely and had a hard day or something..?"

Zara huffed a little. "Well, yes, my day was awful. But that has nothing to do with the fact that I'm here.." she answered, not moving. "Now go back to sleep. It's late and I'm tired." She grabbed one of his arms and put it on her back, then reached out for the other and did the same thing, so that he was holding her. She squirmed a little bit, attempting to get comfortable once more, and then let out a satisfied sigh. Amandus found this behaviour very cute and amusing, and for some reason it made his heart feel light in his chest.

"You're so weird.." he said softly, but he was smiling now, and he tightened his grip around her a little bit. They went quiet again for another minute or two, Zara seemingly listening to his heartbeat, while he listened to her breathing.

"Amandus?" she asked after a while.

"Hmm?" he replied lazily. He was tired too, but this whole situation felt so surreal and strange that he couldn't quite relax.

"You can touch my butt if you want.." she said quietly. Amandus was silent, not sure how to reply. Was she serious?

"Why would I do that..? Does your butt need a massage or something?" he chuckled, still amused by her weird behaviour.

"No! No," she laughed a bit as well, sounding slightly embarrassed. "You just.. It doesn't really matter. Just pretend like I didn't say anything." She sounded defeated. Another moment of silence, and then she added: "But I've seen you look at it sometimes."

This made Amandus laugh out loud. This whole conversation was just very silly to him - and the fact that she had been thinking about his lecherous glances while she was naked and in bed with him only made it all even more surreal and bizarre. But, at the same time, he kind of liked that she saw him look at her body and found it hot enough to come over and seduce him. She was really a very attractive girl, and Amandus wouldn't have minded a night with Zara, but it felt too strange right now to go through with it like this. Under these circumstances.

"Why are you laughing!?" she sounded annoyed, so he held on to her even tighter.

"I'm a young man, Zara. Of course I'll look at your butt sometimes. I can't help it." He stroked her head gently as he spoke.

"...So, does that mean you want to do something to it? Touch it? Kiss it? Make love to it?" she asked curiously, and there was a hint of shyness in her voice. "I know what you like."

Amandus hesitated. He had enjoyed holding Zara like this and feeling her naked body pressed against his, but he didn't really know how to answer her. "You should be more careful who you say these things to, or they might start taking advantage of you," he replied in a warning tone.

"Well, you wouldn't take advantage, would you?" she asked innocently. "You'd treat me right. You're the nicest guy I know." She placed another kiss on his chest, burrowing her face there. "And I wouldn't say that sort of thing to anyone but you.." she mumbled.

Amandus hesitated before speaking again. "Is.. That what you really want, Zara?" he asked.

She seemed confused by the question. "Listen, I told you to go back to sleep.. If that's not good enough for you, then.. Then I offer you my butt. I know that's your kink - you've told me before that you look at butt stuff in porn, remember? And if that's not good enough either, then you can find someone else to hold you.." her voice came out quietly. It was as if she was upset now.

"That's not what I meant!" he replied quickly. "I'm just trying to figure out what you want."

She sighed deeply. "To go to sleep on top of you. I've told you that." Her voice was cold, but there was something in it that Amandus couldn't put his finger on - perhaps sadness or desperation? He wanted to hear what she really had to say.

"Then tell me how you really feel about me. I'm here, I can handle it. Tell me, please," he pleaded softly, caressing her back with his manly hands.

She took a deep breath, and then she whispered: "I.. I love you, Amandus." There was a short pause. "Is that what you wanted to hear? You want me to give you my heart just so you can reject me and crush it? I can't handle it, you know.. It's not fair of you to ask that of me.." She started to weep quietly, shaking a little bit. "I just want to be near you, all the time, like this."

Amandus certainly would not have seen that coming before tonight. It seemed completely uncharacteristic of her to act in this manner. But when she got upset, he instantly felt horrible. "H-Hey, hey.. It's okay.. You don't have to be sad over that!" This was getting too much for him too - she had always been such a good friend to him, and now he felt guilty for putting her through all of this. But he had never really seen her in a romantic light before.

"It's not fair," she repeated, still crying, pressing her face against his chest. "I'm here on top of you because I like being with you. And if I get a bit weird sometimes, it's because I feel happy when I'm with you." She sniffled loudly. "You're the most important person in the world to me.. Just let me sleep here with you. Please.." Her words made Amandus' heart ache.

He held her in silence for a moment, before saying quietly: "Okay. You can sleep here, don't cry." He kept stroking her back, trying to comfort her as best as he could. She sniffled some more before kissing his chest again.

"You really are the nicest guy I know, Amandus.. Thank you," she whispered, sounding exhausted.

"Don't cry, Zara. It's okay.. Just go to sleep," he pleaded.

"...Mhm.." she mumbled. She started shifting around a bit, before settling down comfortably against his body again. Then, after another minute of silence. "Is that just for tonight, or.. Whenever I want?" she asked quietly.

He took a deep breath. "Whenever you want. But please text me first next time, instead of entering my bed like a thief in the night.."

"Yeah, okay.." she mumbled tiredly. "...You really are a sweetheart, Amandus.." She gave his chest another small kiss and nuzzled into him. "Goodnight..." she said quietly, and it sounded like she was about to drift off already.

"Sweet dreams, Zara," Amandus replied softly, continuing to play with her hair. He really felt bad about how distraught she had become, and confused about the fact that she loved him, apparently. They would need to talk about that in the morning. He really did not want to hurt her feelings. In many ways, she was his closest friend. Certainly, the one he trusted the most. Maybe he'd be able to see her in a romantic way if he just gave himself some time? Despite all the questions spinning around in his head, his tiredness won in the end, and he fell back asleep, with the petite little Zara on top of him, her warm body pressing against his manly form.

--- 2 ---

When he woke up in the morning, the sun was already up, soft rays of light flooding in from the window. He could feel her on top of him even before he opened his eyes, though she was hovering over him a bit, and when he opened his eyes to look at her face, he noticed she was looking down towards his crotch. That was the moment he realized that he had a massive case of morning wood.

He shifted, and her eyes darted up to his, her expression guilty. "I didn't touch it, I promise!" she said with a frightened tone to her voice. "Don't be mad at me!" She looked as if she was afraid he would punish her.

He snorted a little, smiling. "Calm down, I know you didn't touch it.. Don't worry, I'm not upset with you." He looked her over with his eyes, still finding it strange to see her naked body. She didn't seem to make any attempts at covering herself up, and welcomed his gaze. Her skin was pale, and very smooth, her breasts were small but perky and held firmly on top of her chest, and her tummy was flat. She was undoubtedly very attractive.

"It's really big.." she commented in a very quiet tone. "Like, the biggest I've ever seen.." Amandus couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, and she blushed a little. "N-Not that I've seen many.. I mean.. You know I'm still a virgin right?" she muttered awkwardly, clearly flustered now.

"Yes, I know. You tell me pretty much everything that's going on in your life. I don't think you have a secret boyfriend or something.." he replied teasingly, shifting his hips a little again to make himself more comfortable. The way she looked at his crotch was cute. But it was also kind of awkward. He suddenly noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear and felt his member stir a little.

"Oh, but I do have a secret boyfriend.." she giggled, and climbed up so she could place a quick peck on Amandus's lips. "I just don't think he knows yet!" Her expression turned sly all of a sudden and Amandus chuckled.

"Right, right.. So the secret is kept even from him.. Very clever.." he joked, then paused before raising an eyebrow. "Just so we're clear, you're talking about me, right? I don't want some guy to barge in here thinking you cheated on him or something.."

"Yeah, dummy. I'm talking about you.." Zara chuckled at Amandus's concerned expression. "I'll win you over. You'll see!" she teased, booping him on his nose, before lying down on top of him again, wrapping her arms around him as best as she could, and resting her head against his chest. She was obviously quite happy with herself, and with being there, but there was a hint of sadness too.

Amandus caressed her hair, watching her for a moment while thinking about what had happened last night. Her words had stirred up a lot of emotions within him, and it was not something he wanted to deal with right now, so instead he asked her: "So.. What was that thing with your butt? That you said I could do?"

She froze instantly and her cheeks started to redden, looking very embarrassed now. "Oh come on," he said with a slightly exasperated voice. "Don't tell me you actually have a thing for that.. How did I not know about this!?"

"W-Well.. I didn't use to.. But.. You look really hot when you stare at it sometimes.. And you keep giving me nice compliments about it, like that time we went swimming together. Plus, I know it's one of your biggest fantasies. So now I do very much have a thing for it," she answered in an embarrassed voice.

Amandus laughed. "You got turned on because of the swimsuit comment?" he asked teasingly. He noticed that she had shifted herself a bit on top of his shaft, which sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. His manhood was still stiff and eager to go.

"Noooo!" she protested, her eyes darting away from his face and down towards the blanket covering them both. "That's not why! It's just.. You made me feel beautiful. And you also made my butt feel beautiful. I just really wanted to be your girlfriend.." she muttered quietly, with a little pouty face.

"Okay, okay.. Well, as your secret boyfriend, I promise to really consider your proposal, and if I should choose to accept, then I also guarantee that your butt will forever be loved and cared for. Does that make you happy?" he replied teasingly, stroking her cheek.

"Yes it does," Zara replied without hesitation, her gaze meeting his once again. There was a short pause. "But I don't want to pressure you into anything. So instead I'm going to prove to you that I would make an amazing girlfriend! I'm going to make you breakfast! And I'm going to impress you! And when we're finished eating, then you can tell me what you think about me.. And my butt.." She paused, smirking, before continuing in a suggestive tone. "And maybe you could give it a little kiss too.."

With that, she sat up and started getting out of the bed, climbing over Amandus to do so. She moved in such a way that the whole length of her naked body passed right over his crotch, brushing against him softly. He gasped, and grabbed onto her, pulling her back into the bed, before flipping them both around so that she was pinned underneath him. He leaned down over her and started kissing her hungrily, their tongues meeting with a sudden eagerness, as if the kiss was long overdue.

Zara responded by wrapping her legs around him, holding him tightly against her body, her fingers intertwining themselves in his curly hair. When they broke apart for air, he could see that there was a huge smile on her face. "So.. My butt is ready, now what are you going to do about it?"

"Zara.. Don't you need to.. I mean.. Prep for that sort of thing? And besides, you're a virgin.." Amandus tried to sound calm and collected but his heart was pounding hard. It seemed to be beating much faster than usual. "You know, like, getting some lubrication and stuff?"

"Oh.. Yeah, I brought that.." She giggled and reached out for her purse which she had left on the nightstand last night, opening it up to pull out a small bottle of lube. "A-And I haven't eaten anything for a long time, to make sure I'm definitely clean.." she mumbled, blushing again. She had obviously planned this little excursion very well in advance, and Amandus couldn't help but feel quite baffled again.

"Wow.. Uhm.. Okay. I'll take care of your butt," he said softly, accepting her offer. There was no way he could say no to that cute little girl looking up at him with those big doe-like eyes. "B-But.. You're sure that's what you want to do first?" he asked again, not wanting her to feel rushed into anything.

"Oh, 100% super sure! If I'm going to get you to fall in love with my tushie, then I better start on the right foot.." she grinned, her hands stroking his arms. "This is my secret seduction plan! And it's clearly working.." she teased, and kissed him again.

Amandus could not deny that it felt good when she held him like this, but he was starting to get concerned. He wasn't exactly experienced with girls either - he had only been with two back in school - and this was all very new and a bit overwhelming to him. He had certainly never tried anal sex before. "I.. Uhm.. Wow, I really had not expected this from you."

Zara chuckled softly. "Well, yeah.. Me neither, honestly. B-But.." she averted her gaze. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time.. So it was about time I finally found the courage.." She paused for a moment before continuing in a small voice: "Also, I can't believe how much your cock is throbbing.."

Amandus blushed too now and smiled awkwardly. His shaft was pushing against her body, though still uncomfortably constrained by the fabric of his underwear. "So, how do you want to do this, exactly..?" he asked carefully, having a feeling that she had dreamt of this many times, and wanted things done a certain way.

"W-Well," Zara began. "First you should get completely naked.." She was blushing very hard, her gaze not meeting Amandus's as she spoke. "And.. Then you can take me from behind.. And just.. Have your way with me until you make a mess inside my butt..? Sounds good?" She looked at him expectantly, biting her lip and waiting for his approval.

Amandus couldn't believe how naughty she was being, nor how adorable he found her in this moment. He pulled back, and finally slipped out of his underwear, freeing his thick and throbbing shaft. His cock sprang up instantly, pointing upwards a little bit, and Zara's eyes went wide as she stared at it. "Wow.. You really have a monster there.." she whispered in awe. "Y-You have to push it inside me before it explodes, okay!?" she exclaimed excitedly.

 

Amandus chuckled softly. "It's not a ticking time bomb. It's not going to just randomly erupt without stimulation," he said teasingly. "Get on all fours for me, okay?" he continued, and Zara obeyed instantly. Her bottom was round and surprisingly large considering how tiny the rest of Zara's body was. Amandus knelt behind her and spread her butt cheeks, staring down at the hole he was about to enter. It looked tight and very tempting, though her pussy certainly held a great level of appeal as well. Zara squirmed nervously.

"L-Like what you see..?" she asked with a hint of self-consciousness. "You can play with it whenever you want.. Don't be afraid.." she added, then paused for a moment before whispering: "Please touch it."

He caressed her butt gently, still marvelling at how beautiful it was, and how close it now came to his face. He squeezed it, kissed her butt cheeks, and gave her an encouraging pat before reaching out for the lube.

"You ever play with it yourself?" he asked her as he opened up the bottle and poured a small amount of the clear liquid onto his fingers.

Zara seemed to have her words stuck in her throat, but eventually managed to say: "Ever since I first saw you staring at it.. Almost every day.." She was so nervous that her body was trembling a little bit.

Amandus's member throbbed at this confession, but he tried not to show it. Instead, he put a few drops of the lube on Zara's butthole and started rubbing the outer edge, pressing his finger into it slightly.

"Uhhhh!" Zara let out a small, surprised gasp at the feel of it, and she seemed to be biting back a moan. Her eyes were closed, her head hanging low between her shoulders. "It feels different when you do it.." she whispered, as Amandus gently started working his way inside.

"How is it different? Does it hurt?" he asked carefully.

"N-No! It doesn't hurt.. Feels really good.. Better than when I use my own fingers.." she mumbled.

He continued to play with her asshole until it relaxed a little, then pushed in a bit more, all the while kissing and stroking Zara's butt, making her tremble with excitement. He added a bit more lube, then slid a second finger inside of her rectum, meanwhile sucking down on her soft and peachy skin, leaving a hickey on her left cheek. He pressed his fingers against her insides, moving them in and out gently, feeling her warm flesh grip his digits. Zara was clearly enjoying the feeling - the little noises she let out assured Amandus of that.

"I've been thinking about this moment for such a long time now.." she whimpered. "I just hope you'll like this as much as me.. Oh!" she let out another gasp when Amandus removed his fingers. Her hole felt open and ready for him. He poured some lube onto his cock and then started rubbing it, using one hand to stroke the head gently while he smeared the rest of the liquid along his shaft, coating every inch of it with the slippery liquid. Then, he positioned himself in front of Zara's wet butthole, grabbing her hips, and said in a reassuring voice:

"Are you ready? You're certain you don't want it in your.. Pussy first?" he asked carefully, finding it hard to even say the word 'pussy' out loud for some reason.

"No! No, no, no.." she shook her head quickly, almost frantically. "This is for you! Please take my butt.. I want to have your dick inside of me right now," she said in a desperate tone, looking over her shoulder with pleading eyes, her face beet red.

Amandus couldn't help but feel all warm on the inside from her words. This was for him? So she was doing all this because she assumed it was what he wanted? There was something very endearing about that, although Amandus would have been perfectly happy with her pussy as well. Though there was something extra kinky about this, and that did excite him more than he perhaps fully grasped. In that moment, he realized what a wonderful girlfriend Zara truly would be. So eager to please.

He pressed forward slowly, gently guiding himself into Zara's hot and tight little butt. The feel of it made him moan loudly. It was almost too much for him. It felt wonderful, like a warm and gentle embrace around his hardness - soft and moist and welcoming. She let out a short cry when the tip entered, then another one when he had pushed the head past the sphincter. And suddenly Amandus felt like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be, and nothing else he would rather do. "Fuuuuck.." he growled softly. "You feel amazing, Zara!"

Zara's breathing became ragged as the length of his shaft disappeared deeper and deeper inside her butt. "Oh, my gosh," she moaned. "You're so huge! Fuuuuuuck!" she squealed when the base of his cock finally had reached all the way inside, and his pelvis and thighs pushed against her bottom. Her hands were clutching onto the sheets in an attempt to ground herself, her toes curled, and her voice shook with pleasure and excitement. She was sweating all over now, her whole body trembling. "Y-You're stretching me out so badly!" she whined.

"Do you want me to pull out? We don't have to if you-"

Zara shook her head quickly. "No, please.. I want you to go on.. Just wait for my butt to get used to it, okay?" She closed her eyes and focused on steadying her breathing, while Amandus caressed her butt cheeks with both his hands, his hard shaft throbbing deep within the tight confines of her rectum. "I feel fantastic.." she moaned. "Just a bit overwhelmed."

Amandus couldn't help but give a small thrust. The movement made Zara cry out again, though there was a hint of pleasure in her voice too, and that sound alone was enough to encourage him to do it again. And again, feeling her open up more with each little push. Zara gasped, as her insides were now adjusting to the new sensation, and her toes started to curl even tighter.

"H-Holy fuck," Zara groaned, her mouth hanging open in amazement. She looked behind herself at Amandus and smiled, before closing her eyes again, burying her face in the pillow, her hand fumbling between her legs, playing with her clitoris while she let out another gasp. "O-Oh! This is amazing!"

Amandus kept slowly fucking her ass, building up a gentle rhythm. "Does it feel as good as you imagined it would?" he asked quietly, gently rocking into her again and again.

"Y-Yes! Oh, gosh, yes! Better.. This is just incredible.." she groaned again, her breathing laboured, as Amandus got into a smooth and steady pace, feeling his cock moving in and out of her tight butthole with an increasing speed. "Ugh! Oh fuck! H-Holy shit!" Zara yelled out, her voice unsteady. Her insides were grasping onto him even more fiercely, squeezing his shaft tight and refusing to let go. "I'm going to cuuuum.." she groaned loudly. "Ugh! Ugh! Ah!" Her body shook, as her orgasm swept through her body like an electric eel doing the macarena. Amandus started moving faster, thrusting deeper into her body.

"You're a complete and utter butt-slut, Zara.." Amandus growled playfully, enjoying the sensation of her ass clenching around his cock. Her whole body was trembling and twitching in response to his words. "You sure you're doing this for my sake?"

Zara let out a desperate-sounding whine, her face buried in the pillow as she tried to stifle the noise of her moans. But she kept squirming, and a continuous sound came from the back of her throat, each thrust making it grow in volume. "Mhmm! I'm your butt-slut!" she cried out. "I love it! You can fuck me any time you want! Oh fuck!" She arched her back, lifting herself a little, and turned her head towards Amandus, crying out in a frenzy: "I've never felt this good before! I'm your butt-slut! Please don't stop! Never ever stop!"

Amandus laughed, but the way she reacted to his words made him even more excited. Her hips were rocking against him as he moved inside her, while her insides continued to clench around his shaft, sending a flood of pleasure through his body. She was incredibly tight. "You feel like heaven," he moaned. "Ugh.. I don't think I'm going to last very long!"

"T-That's okay.." she said encouragingly. "We can do it again and again.. Take me whenever you want, Amandus. I love it.." Zara cooed. She reached back with one hand to spread herself even wider, showing Amandus all of what he was taking for himself, and her eyes rolled back as she felt Amandus slam into her one last time, his seed spraying into her bowels with force.

"Oh my god.." he grunted, pumping his cock hard inside her rectum until he was completely spent, his semen coating every part of her insides with a creamy mess. Then he collapsed on top of her. She laid there for a moment, quivering softly and breathing heavily, before finally letting out a satisfied moan and whispering in a voice filled with amazement:

"My butthole is overflowing with your cum..."

He chuckled breathlessly, holding her close to him as he recovered from the powerful orgasm that had taken him over. She wriggled her hips and squeezed her muscles, as if trying to milk the last drops out of him, making him shiver with delight. He leaned over to look at her face, and she had the biggest smile plastered on her lips, her eyes shining brightly as they gazed into his own, before she reached up awkwardly to kiss him. It was soft, passionate, yet filled with an intense emotion that he could not quite place, which only made the kiss even more intoxicating.

"So uhm.. Yeah.." She chuckled softly, sounding a little embarrassed. "Thank you for that, secret boyfriend.." She was silent for a moment, then she spoke again with a more serious tone. "Listen, I don't want to put any pressure on you.. If you want to just be friends with benefits, that's okay.. But.. Could you let me know soon? I'm willing to do whatever you want. Just tell me and I'll do it." She bit her lip, looking anxious, and it made Amandus want to protect her. Suddenly he felt guilty for getting so carried away without making his intentions clear.

"You'll do whatever I want?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Zara was usually so very headstrong that it was easy to forget that she had some aspects of her personality that were rather submissive. But she nodded enthusiastically and replied with a hushed whisper:

"Yeah.." She grinned at him, though she was looking surprisingly shy and vulnerable now.

"Then I want you to be my girlfriend," he said softly, leaning forward to place a kiss on the top of her head. He could feel a sense of relief physically overcome her, surging through her body as she melted into his embrace.

"O-Oh! Amandus!" she stuttered, sounding slightly startled yet overjoyed. "You don't have to rush into anything! I mean, we can stay as friends, or I can just be your butt-slut or-"

He cut her off, gently shushing her. "Hush now.." he smiled, squeezing her tightly, still lying on top of her. "You're my girlfriend now. That's what you really want, right?" He felt a warmth inside of his chest when she nodded without hesitation.

"More than anything.." she whispered, and closed her eyes. She had never felt happier.

--- THE END ---

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