Young Mr. Smith looked down at the beautiful young lady sucking his cock and smiled. It had not always been this way. Before he had changed and for some time after, he would have believed her to out of his reach. But now he had the power.
Mr. Smith stroked her long blond hair softly as she three quarters of his shaft in her mouth. Her throat convulsed as his cock forced its way in. She gagged, he pulled out, and then she took him in again—even deeper this time. It was tighter than any pussy, and felt heavenly. She seemed to sense his pleasure and redoubled her efforts to suck his cock to the hilt. Thinking of tight places led him to consider another tight hole, this one much nastier than the first.
“Tell me Miss Hart, have you ever been fucked up the ass?” She shook her head, never letting the cock out of her mouth. “Would you like to?” She paused, ever so slightly. Mr. Smith could feel her resistance rising like a cold tide. He pushed back “I think you would like it if you gave it a try.” She slowed down, paused longer this time. Still resisting, but her will was ebbing. “If you hate it, we can always stop, dear.” Giving her back the illusion of power tamped down on the last bit of resistance. She was back in his thrall. Miss Hart let his cock slide out of her mouth and stood up.
“Okay, I’ll try it. But I won’t promise to like it. Umm, how do you want me?” Mr. Smith took a moment to admire her body. She was athletic—he could see her muscles ripple as she rose to her feet—but not masculine. Her breasts, her face, her hips still had softness to them. Wavy blonde hair fell past her shoulders. Her nipples stood out erect from breasts the size of large grapefruits. Her bush was shaved clean so he could see her moist pussy glisten.
As Mr. Smith pulled the lube out of his bedside table he told Miss Hart “get on all fours. Arch your back and stick your ass in the air as high as you can. I’m going to start with my fingers and work my way up to my cock. When I’m first penetrating, push back like you’re trying to take a crap. Otherwise, relax. Are you ready?” She moaned assent. Mr. Smith pressed his index finger against her asshole and felt resistance both physical and mental. “Relax, dear. Relax.” He pushed against both fronts of resistance, and both yielded. He began slowly fucking Miss Hart’s ass with his finger. She cried out—he could feel her confusion and ecstasy as her ass tightened and relaxed around his finger. He picked up his pace and her pleasure intensified. She reached between her legs and started to finger her clit. Mr. Smith made no effort to stop her.
He pulled out his index finger, and then penetrated her again with his index and ring fingers. She was past the point of resistance now, so he could shift his focus towards giving her an extra bump of pleasure. The feeling was so intense that she was immediately driven to climax. Her well muscled ass contracted powerfully around his fingers. She wailed her praises to heaven in tongues Mr. Smith could not understand. He could see the muscles in her back strain, her arms bulge. For half a minute she rose higher and higher on that wave of pleasure, before she came crashing down in a wreck.
“Back up dearie, we have only just begun.” She wanted more; he amplified that want into a desperate need for more.
“I want you cock, I’m ready for it. Please fuck my ass sir. Please . . .” She eagerly raised her tight, toned ass up at him. He obliged, pressing his tip against her asshole and slowly driving it in. She whimpered and pushed back with enthusiasm. “Please fuck me hard. Ruin my ass. It hurts so nice!” Mr. Smith obliged her again, pounding her ass. He quickened his pace. He began pulling out to watch her ass gape, close, and then take his cock again. He pushed ever deeper into her forbidden hole. Soon she was on the brink of another climax. It was time for a real test.
“Clean off my cock, dear. Suck it clean.” Mr. Smith felt a wave of revulsion coming, could see the wall of resistance rising. Before either could gain strength, he summoned all of his focus and directed the raging channel of ecstasy she felt from getting her anal cherry popped and directed it toward the idea of going from ass to mouth. Her resistance was overwhelmed; her revulsion became excitement at breaking the taboo. Miss Hart was broken.
She whirled around and knelt down on the floor. “Give me that nasty cock.” She took Mr. Smith’s entire shaft in her mouth, sucked aggressively, deep throat him. Mr. Smith lost control for the first time that evening. He pulled out of her mouth and shot load after load of jizz at her face. Some hit her squarely in her blue eyes. Some landed in her wavy blonde hair. Most of his cum hit her cheek. It ran down her face and dripped onto her beautiful breasts. She wiped it up with her finger and licked it clean.
He held her until she fell asleep, and then took a shower. As the hot water washed over his body, Mr. Smith's mind slipped back into reflection over just how he got to this point. |