Naughty

I was so horny when he texted me to say he was on his way. I said as much when I texted him back.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon and I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. So I had a drink: Absolut Mandarin on the rocks. Perfectly civilized, no? A little citrusy-cool-sucking on ice cubes interlude in the middle of the day never hurt anyone, right? Just ask Hemingway. Oh, wait, on second thought, don't.

The CEO came in and I offered him a drink. He had a water bottle and declined. Sure, fine. He doesn't come here to drink, anyway.

The man can undress faster than anyone, and he was naked in seconds. I shut the bedroom door so the kitties couldn't wander in. He towered over me and I grabbed the back of his neck. He sucked the taste of the vodka from my tongue and I reached out for his cock. It's nice that I can just put my hand forward to stroke it, feel its velvety head under my thumb and the steady throb of its pulsing.

"What's your pleasure, Miss?"

"I would like to suck this cock of yours right now. That's what I want."

His grin was hilarious.

So I blew him. And then we fucked. He was sweaty and I loved it when he wiped his forehead and spread the sweat on my chest. So. Damn. Hot.

We lay in my bed, watching the fan and talking. He asked me to go on another business trip with him in a few weeks.

"I'd like that a lot," I said, "I like doing naughty things with you, Mister. I want to do more."

"What kinds of things?"

"Well, like now, for example, I'd like you to fuck my ass."

He sighed and his dick twitched, waking up again.

"...but first," I continued, "I'll need to warm up. Wanna watch me?"

"Um, YES."

I hopped off the bed and grabbed my bullet vibe and a butt plug. I put the bullet in a condom and lubed my ass. Kneeling on the bed next to him, I slid it in and handed him the controller. Then I bent over him and rubbed the full length of my body on his. He played with the speeds and I ground my clit against his hipbone.

It felt so good, and in another frame of mind, I would have stayed that way for a long time, but he didn't have all the time in the world, so I pulled back, "Time for Stage Two," I whispered.

I pulled the bullet out and removed the condom. I squirted some lube onto the plug and said, "Watch this."

On my hands and knees, with him kneeling behind me, I positioned it at my hole and sighed as it slipped in. He was breathing hard and said, "Oh, jeez." I giggled. "Another first?"

He swallowed and nodded. Good.

I flipped over to my back and took the bullet in my fingers, "Now I'm going to jerk off for you."

My clit was already swollen and sensitive and it didn't take long before I was squeezing my asscheeks together and pushing my hips up. My knees were apart to give him a nice view. I reached down and took the handle of the buttplug, slowly moving it in and out, bringing myself almost to orgasm, but stopping short. I told him to cover his cock, handed him the lube and removed the plug.

I raised my legs up. I wanted to see his face when he slid into my ass. He used a ton of lube (good man), and slipped in easily. Freaking bliss.

He knows to fuck my ass slowly. I've given him extensive information in preparation for this event and he performed flawlessly. My calves were on his shoulders and I rubbed my clit between our bodies. He looked so happy, and I was crazy hot for him.

I think it's because I'm very particular about assfucking. I often feel violated and unsettled afterward, the sensation of a hard dick stretching my butt fading only after an hour or more. But this? This was phenomenal. Like, I finally understood what all the fuss was about.

I came so hard that I pushed him out. I think he would have stayed out, assuming it was over, but I whispered, "Put it back, put your cock back in."