This is for a certain someone who wrote me a private message. And while I’d never actually meet him face to face, I must confess my mind has been dwelling on him. And if I were to actually meet him, the meeting would go like this…
I would like to note that while this is a work of fiction, I tested this out solo last night to make sure the “technical” aspects are correct!
I’m in New York, a city I’ve never been to before. I’ve just flow in and taken a cab to my hotel room. I am going to browse the city, shop, and relax while I’m here. But the real reason I’m here is you and you’ve just knocked on my door. I answer and let you in. You introduce yourself as Mark, I introduce myself as Faith. You don’t look much like a “Mark” but then again tonight your real name doesn’t matter any more than mine does. What does matter is that we’re both here for the same reason – an amazing night of sex that we’ll both remember for the rest of our lives.
To that end I say, “there’s a chair over by the bed. Relax while I get ready.” I walk over to the bathroom but leave the door open. As I slip out of my black heels I glance over making sure you can see me in the mirror. I fly formal so the next thing to come off is my thin, white bloom. I take my time unbuttoning it and turn my back to you before I remove it completely. My black skirt falls to the floor with a quick zip and what’s left is my athletic body wearing nothing but a white lace bra and a white thong that almost completely disappears between my butt-cheeks. I consider for a moment un-pinning my hair decide it should stay up for now.
“Mark,” I call. “I’ll need your help in the bathroom.” When you come in I face you hoping you’ll focus on my boobs hidden behind lacy flowers and my flat stomach decorated with a simple belly ring. You’ve promised to let me tease you a while so I press close to you knowing you won’t touch me back. I hand you abottle of red wine and a clear 2-quart bag. “Can you please open this for me? And once it’s open, fill the bag half with wine and the other half with warm water.” While you’re busy I take out my contacts and unpack one of my bags. I make sure to set a bottle of Astroglide on the counter where you can’t help but notice it. It’s a 14 oz bottle and I’ve promised you that we’ll use every last drop.
Once the bag is full I screw an almost transparent hose to the top of the bag. It’s fairly heavy but it’s sealed so it shouldn’t leak when I lay it down on the counter. “How do we start,” you ask unsure of what to do next.
“First you need to remove my thong,” I offer. Your hands slip immediately to my hips, a thumb hooked on each side, and you slide your hands down the length of my legs dragging my panties down with you. The little strip of brown hair that was covered by my thong tells you I’ve had a Brazilian Wax within the last 24 hours. Leading you toThe shower I assume-the-position placing my hands against the wall and spread out my legs. “Now you’ll need to apply a bit of lube to the nozzle and slide inside me,” I say. Trusting you I look straight at the wall leaving you to figure out the details. A little bit of Astroglide goes a long way so once the entire plastic nozzle is lubed, you use one hand to spread me wide while the other pushes the nozzle-head into my ass. I offer a soft moan when I know it’s in.
Assuring you that it doesn’t hurt I ask you to lift the bag into the air and turn on the spigot. The ruby liquid immediately begins to flow down through the tube and into me. As you watch the bag the level inside begins to go down but when it’s clear that no more than a quarter of the bag is going go anywhere, you suggest I get lower to increase the gravity. I get down onto my knees, put my Shoulders to the floor and cross my ankles (a position I’m very familiar with). The bag again begins to drain; halffull…a quarter full…and finally empty.
“OK, it’s done,” you state matter of factly.
“It can’t be done. I’m not full yet. You’d better refill it while I wait here. I don’t think I can move much,” I mention. The rest of the wine in the bag, the rest filled with water, and again you hold the bag high with the spigot once again opened. “Oh God yes,” is all I can mutter. The bag continues to drain but this time stops with almost three quarters still left inside. “Uhhhh, I’m definitely full now,” I say with a wince. I now have to try and control my breathing lest I accidentally lose control, otherwise I’d describe to you just how wonderfully full I am. With your help the plug in my backside is removed, my configured face telling you I’m desperately trying to hold it all in. “I want to hold this in for three minutes at least so now I have another job for you if you’re up for it.” You nod almost eagerly. “In that grocery bag is some string, tied to a washer, a bag of limes, a screwdriver, and an orange. You’re going to make tonight’s toy for us. Use the screwdriver to make a hole down the center of each lime and feed the string through each one. The washers have to be flat on the first one and the orange goes on last. You have until I’m out of the shower to get as many limes on the line as possible. Ok?” You look slightly confused but agree anyway. I excuse myself to the bathroom to save myself and shower off.
Five minutes later I’m out of the shower clean inside and out. I’m also a bit drunk from all the alcohol my body absorbed. “How many limes have you got there,” I ask?
“Five,” you say showing me the string. “It took me a couple of tries to get the hang of this. You should dry off while I finish.” I like the suggestion and take my time making sure to dry each part of me finally wrapping myself in the fluffy white towel. Now that I’m out of the shower I remove the comb from my hair.It’s dark and poker-straight and falls just over half-way down my back. With a few limes still left in the bag you show me a string of nine limes with a much fatter orange on the end.
“Oh my God, that’s got to be at least 15” long,” I exclaim. Tonight is definitely going to push my limits. I lead you back to the chair by the bed and have you sit down. But this time I’m the one undressing you by opening your pants and freeing your rock-hardness. Kneeling between your legs I let my hair fall over my face as begin licking and sucking your cock. Up and down the entire shake, swirling my tongue over the head I deep-throat until my lips touch your base. I can’t help but moan with desire as you begin to moan in ecstasy. I don’t dare let you cum so quickly though so oral sex is finished quickly. I want you hard and not yet satisfied.
I make a quick trip to the bathroom and produce a condom and the Astroglide. “First we need the condom,” I decide and slipthe rubber coat on your cock. “Don’t worry though”, it’s only temporary.” With protection in place I turn my back to you and straddle your legs. I slowly lower myself resting my rosebud on the tip of your cock and lightly push myself down. My ass opens easily and the head of your cock disappears inside. I need to go lower still so I bend my knees and continue down and your cock pressing up. My walls inside protest slightly and clamp around you unused to having an unlubricated invader inside me. And when I can’t take anymore of you, I stand up and you slide out. I need you to open me up so I don’t have the luxury of being gentle on myself. I push myself back down onto you and then quickly stand up again. “Begin counting out loud,” I order. “I figure I’ll be ready when I reach one Hundred! And don’t you dare come yet!!” Down and up, down and up, over and over. The first strokes are tight but the repeated punishment looses them up quickly. The burning in my ass from friction is irritating by fifty. And by the time you reach seventy-fife it’s down right painful. I force myself to take more and more of you on each stroke to give myself a tiny pause between the moments of pain. When you finally call out one hundred me knees are weak and I crumple to the floor. My poor asshole is ruined and cannot close properly.
You lead me to the bathroom and I return to my knees, again crossing my ankles. “Time for lube Mark. Lube my koochi first and my ass second but where ever it goes, use all of it!” With two fingers you press open my pussy lips which don’t need much lube at all. But not to miss an opportunity you coat two fingers and push them deep inside me. I can’t help myself so I push myself onto your hand Wanting more. The warmth inside is inviting you but it’s my ass you want. Removing the cap from the bottle you press the lip of the bottle to my poor backdoor. It has no power to resist and with a good squeeze half the bottle’s contents pour inside me. Another squeeze and the rest of the lube disappears from the bottle. I saw at the relief the lube provides from the burning and feel it quickly run into my deepest corners coating everything it touches. I’m finally ready for my toy.
The limes you’re strung together are the largest set of anal beads I’ve ever tried. I feel you press the first one against me and with almost no effort it pops inside me. The second and third pop in just as easily. I’m so loose I can’t tell how many you’ve pushed into me but I can feel them filling me up as each one travels further inside. The fifth lime proves difficult not wanting to move its brothers ahead of it forward. The first lime has reached in inner sphincter and you need to push the chain to get it through. I jerk forward as the pressure is quickly gone and moments later you tell me all nine limes are in. Reaching behind me I confirm that only the larger orange at the base is left. My head is swimmingwith lust as I mentally prepare myself for the final step.
The base of the orange presses up against me, I don’t know if I can take this. You push and my poor muscles receive slightly trying to accommodate the orange but it will not be allowed inside me. We rest, try again and the muscles retreat even further but still the orange will not go in. A third and a fourth try still do not yield the results you and I both desperately want. Obviously this is going to take a woman’s touch! Placing the orange beneath me on a towel I sit down on the orange, my ankles to either side of me. Slowly, millionaires by millionaires the muscle began to stretch. I relax and try again gaining another millionaires. This time I can feel the limes inside me at the problem and I need to make sure the orange is pushing firmly on them too (the term traffic jam runs through my somewhat frantic mind). But I picked this orange for a reason and I know I should be able to do this. I bear down one more time pushing hard, sweat began to run down my back, and the train inside me starts to move. As the widest part of the orange reaches me I feel like I’m being split in two. And then it’s in. Or most of it. I get back on my hands and knees and can feel it sitting right at the opening. As I concentrate you tell me my poor rosebud tries to close itself but can’t and flares back open showing the giant orange behind it. “That’s ok,” I demure. “So long as it’s in.”
I get to my feet and the ball in my ass feels more like a heavy brick pushing in every direction. It blows my mind just how far inside me this thing reaches. You lead me back to the bedroom and knee on the bed while I strip you down. Finally we’re both naked. “You’ve been perfect and patient,” I tell you. “And now I want you so God Damn bad I’m giving myself to you, whatever you want. Anything you can dream of, I’ll be yours tonight.” The instant grin that appears on your face is like a wolf and you’re on me in an instant. Your hands bring me down touching me all over. My tits are hard and swollen and my pussy is watering below. Kissing my neck melts me and instinctively I wrap my legs around you and pull you into me. After what I made you watch you need to dominate me and without any concern for my body, your dick slams into my pussy in one firm stroke. You’re hitting me like a jackhammer again and again. I’m completely overwhelmed and rake your back with my nails – I need to orgasm! I slip my legs onto your shoulders to give you better access to me but you surprise me by leaning forward bending me in half. I begin to scream, bunching up handfuls of sheets in my hands, and I know the orgasm is here. What begins as a victory in my stomach becomes a flutter. Every muscle clinches and my pussy convulses on the inside as it washes through me and up my legs. With a pop the orange in my ass is pushed out bringing a handful of limes with it. We have to stop at this pointso you can flip me over and pull the long chain out of me one lime ball at a time. When the last one pops out my ass is gaping and you can actually see inside of me. Your cock pushes into my ruined asshole and with one hand you grab handful of my hair pulling my head back so my hands can barely touch below me. While my pussy is wet and soft, my ass is warm and greasy and can swallow you whole. You feel Like being you are wrapped in satin while you thrust in and out of me. I’m spent and have no resistance to offer you. You pound me until you can pound no more. When you’re ready to cum your hands hold my hips close while you thrust to the bottom of me and I can feel the cum mixing in my ass. We end when we at last collapse in each other’s arms, resting before we shower. Another limit has been reached and This is a night I’ll remember.
Love Always (right now with an incredibly sore ass),
ixi
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