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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away. The incidents in the
story, although compressed in time, are based on actualities.
Comments to the author at exeunt2000@yahoo.com
Michael Mine
"You're uneasy," the woman said. "You've been uneasy all
evening."
They sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant finishing their
dinner. The woman was neatly dressed in a tailored blue suit a
shade lighter than the man's suit. She was impeccably groomed,
nearly fifty but still attractive, with short dark hair streaked
with gray, fine skin, full lips painted a dark red color, and
large dark eyes made even larger by mascara and eyeglasses. Her
face was roundish, with high cheekbones and perfect porcelain
skin. She wore small white pearls in her ears and a two-strand
pearl necklace; a carved ivory bracelet circled her left wrist.
Her wrists and hands were slender, with remarkably long feminine
fingers. She was considerably older than the young man, nearly
twenty years older; they were both attorneys. The young man was
twenty-eight, with a lean athletic body, his hair neatly cut, his
face still tan from a recent holiday. In addition to his dark
blue suit, he wore a white shirt and a solid pale blue tie. He
seemed diffident, even uncomfortable in the aura of energy
projected by the woman. His name was Michael; the woman was
Andrea, and she was a senior partner in the law firm where he was
employed.
Now Michael looked at Andrea, his eyes studying her face. He
had to admit the attraction he felt for her, an attraction he had
been aware of ever since his first sight of Andrea nearly four
months ago. He found older sophisticated women like Andrea
particularly attractive, and Andrea seemed to have sensed it.
Whenever their eyes met, he had the feeling she understood him
completely. Everything about her excited him. Get hold of
yourself, he thought. Any liaison with her might be dangerous;
she had a great deal of power over his career. He was uncertain
how to treat her, and he felt thoroughly intimidated. This dinner
engagement hadn't been his idea; it was Andrea who had suggested
it.
"I guess I'm not used to you," Michael said, not knowing
what else to say in response to her statement that he was uneasy.
"But we've worked together."
"Yes, but this is the first time... this is the first time
we've been alone together."
Andrea chuckled. "You don't need to be afraid of me,
Michael. I invited you to dinner because I wanted to get to know
you better. Will you promise not to be uneasy about me?"
Michael met Andrea's eyes. "All right, I promise."
"Just relax. Forget about the office. Just think about this
as a date. I know I'm much older than you, but my intuition tells
me you don't mind that. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now tell me more about yourself. You said you were
not in a relationship at the moment. Have you known many women?"
"Not very many."
"You're good-looking and you ought to be successful with
women. Are you shy?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe sometimes I am."
"Tell me about your last relationship. What was her name?"
"Gloria."
"How old was she?"
"Forty, I think."
Andrea smiled. "Interesting. Are they always older."
He blushed. "Recently, yes."
"How nice. You don't need to be embarrassed, you know. I
prefer younger men, men your age, and I'm not embarrassed about
it. Sometimes young men and older women fulfill certain needs for
each other. Isn't that true?"
"Yes."
"And what was Gloria like? Did she have a profession?"
He told Andrea about Gloria. Whenever he hesitated, Andrea
prompted him, coaxed him to talk. He and Gloria had lived
together two years. She was a high school physical education
teacher, an athlete, strong-willed, sexually dominant. Andrea
probed and questioned, getting him to reveal nearly everything
about his relationship with Gloria. There was never a hint of
judgment. When he explained how he and Gloria had split because
she did not like his long hours as an attorney, Andrea nodded as
if she understood everything.
"And how was the sex?" Andrea said. "Was it good?"
Michael blushed. "Yes, I think so."
"Are you that doubtful?"
"Well..."
"All right, I won't press you. Not now, anyway. But you can
be frank with me, Michael. You know you can. I don't like to date
anyone at the office, but you're an exception. You're delicious."
"Thanks."
"I come on strong, don't I? But that's my nature, I guess."
"I don't mind."
Avoiding Andrea's eyes, Michael felt a deep uncertainty.
Should he accept if she wanted to go to bed with him? He had been
warned at the beginning that social involvements with female
partners could be risky.
* * *
Andrea noted his hesitation. She wanted him. She'd had her
eyes on him for months, watching him work, watching him move,
watching his lovely little ass and his lean body. She had
suspected from the first time she'd met him that he might fancy
older women. It was something in his eyes, the way he moved, his
diffidence. He seemed to be hungry for something. Was he aware of
it? Probably not. She wished she could see him naked right now.
She had never married. She'd had lovers, many lovers, but she
soon tired of them. Her career was her life. She wanted to be a
federal judge. That was her objective, her priority. During the
past few years, all her lovers had been younger men under thirty,
some of them boys, really, inexperienced, easily managed. She had
unusual sexual predilections with these young men. She was a
woman of strong desires. What she liked best was fucking them,
working their asses with a dildo that she wore attached to a
harness. Some of her lovers were shocked by her sexual needs and
bolted; others stayed and shared her games, her whims. Some of
her young lovers had been bisexual; others had discovered it
during their relationship. Nothing ever lasted; a few months,
four or five months at most. So far she hadn't decided what she
really wanted. She had no trouble finding lovers because she was
as aggressive in seducing men as she was in her career. When she
wanted a young man, she usually got him. Most of them were easy,
pleased to have sex with a successful older woman, pleased to be
wanted by her. Did she want a permanent relationship? Was it
possible? She wasn't certain, and anyway at the moment none of
that mattered. She thought she would succeed with Michael. She
would have him as a lover, have fun with him, perhaps show him a
side of himself he didn't know existed. Of course she would help
him at the firm. She hadn't yet had any affairs with men at the
firm, and if Michael knew how to be discreet, she would certainly
help him in his career. She thought he was a darling, so good-
looking he made her quiver. She suspected his body was perfect,
smooth and graceful and admirably proportioned. She wondered what
his cock and balls were like, the texture of his scrotum, the
shape of his glans. Oh dear, thinking about him was exciting her.
Too bad they were in a restaurant. "Come on," she said, "let's
pay the check and go to my place."
* * *
As they left the table, Michael pulled his jacket down to
hide his erection. They hurried out of the restaurant and into a
taxi, where Andrea immediately leaned over and kissed him with
passion. Michael was caught by surprise, but he quickly
recovered. He kissed her back and their mouths and tongues
worked, one at the other. Then Andrea slid her hand into his lap
to find his cock. Her fingers carefully explored the head of his
penis and the contours of the shaft through the cloth of his
trousers. She gripped it and felt its warmth.
"You're as hard as a rock," she whispered, her hand
squeezing him. "And big too."
"Please... let's wait." He was fearful she would make him
come in the taxi. He would groan and the driver would hear it and
he would be embarrassed by his loss of control.
Andrea gave his penis a final squeeze and pulled away from
him. "Yes, you're right."
* * *
When they arrived in her apartment, Andrea said: "Let's
have white wine."
Michael nodded. He felt strange, as though it were wrong for
him to be here. But I'm definitely here, he thought. Andrea
hadn't touched him again since the taxi, not even a kiss. She had
larger breasts than Gloria. Whenever he imagined his hands and
mouth on Andrea's breasts, it made him hot. He glanced at her
legs, at her slender ankles and full calves sheathed in dark
nylon. She had wide hips. He wondered if her buttocks were
flabby. He didn't care. He liked women with mature bodies, ripe
curves. Gloria had really been too athletic form. Not enough
flesh on her bones. Maybe that was why he hadn't minded so much
when they'd ended it.
Andrea's spacious apartment was pleasant, tidy, expensively
furnished. Michael wondered why Andrea was without a partner,
without a man. She made a great deal of money. Why was she alone?
Had she recently split with a man? He tried to imagine Andrea
naked with a partner, a younger man like himself. She'd said she
preferred younger men. At work, Andrea could be as tough as she
looked. She had a quick mind and a formidable memory. Sometimes
she was like a legal machine. But she did have a soft side; she'd
been pleasant to him ever since he'd started working at the firm.
Andrea led him to one of the sofas in the large living
room, then went to a small bar and returned with two glasses of
white wine.
"A toast," Andrea said.
Michael nodded as she took the glass. "All right."
"What should we toast to?"
"Whatever you like."
"To us."
She smiled as she lifted her glass to her lips. Her eyes
seemed enlarged behind her eyeglasses. Michael sipped the wine
and found it delicious.
Then he said: "I'm still not certain about this."
Andrea removed her eyeglasses, placed them on the table at
her end of the sofa, and looked at Michael. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want it to affect our relationship at the firm.
When I was hired, i was told to be careful with personal
relationships. I don't want to lose my job."
Andrea raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Michael, that's silly. You
certainly won't lose your job. But if you think I'm going to
force anything on you, you're wrong. You can leave, if you want
to."
"I don't want to leave."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She smiled and glanced at his lap. "Are you hard again? Yes
you are, I can tell."
He felt himself blushing.
Andrea then took the initiative, leaned toward him and
kissed him full on the mouth. He could taste her lipstick. But it
was a short kiss and nothing more. Breaking the ice. Their first
intimacy since the taxi. His penis twitched as he remembered how
she'd clutched it in the taxi. He wanted her to touch him again.
He ached for it, but she did nothing.
"See, that's not too bad, is it?"
"You're treating me like an idiot."
She gazed into his eyes. "I don't want to treat you like an
idiot. What I want to do is get your clothes off and play with
you. We didn't come here just to talk, did we? Am I too bold?
You're lovely, Michael, you really are."
He did not know what to think any more. There was no way he
could hide his fierce erection. He caught her glancing at his lap
again, and when their eyes met, she seemed amused.
"You're excited, aren't you?"
"Yes, I guess I am."
"Good, I'm pleased. I bet it hasn't gone down since the
taxi."
"Not really."
"Most women are fascinated by erections, you know. The
mechanics. The idea that they're responsible for it. Women are
always looking at men, trying to see more. The way men look at a
woman's breasts, I suppose. What do you look for, Michael? Do you
like large breasts?"
He felt himself blushing. "Not too large."
She looked at his lap again, her eyes seeming to bore
through his clothes. Finally she leaned forward and ran her
fingertips over the bulge of his erection. "Let me see it. Just
unzip and bring it out. And then I'll show you my breasts."
Her request astounded him. She was so direct. She was so
different from other girls and women he'd known. So forthright,
so poised, so obviously at ease with sex. The idea of exhibiting
himself to her excited him. No one had ever made such a request
of him. His face flushed, he carefully unzipped his fly, slid his
hand inside his trousers and shorts and pulled his penis out into
the air. The head of his cock was swollen, the shaft extending
from his groin with a slight curve, the tip glistening with
fluid.
Andrea gazed at it. "That's lovely, Michael. What a lovely
cock." She leaned forward, pinched the tip between her thumb and
forefinger, squeezed it and gently pulled his cock in several
directions to see it from all sides. Then she gripped the shaft,
closed her hand around it as if to feel it throb. Finally she
dropped his penis and kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful,
Michael. Now it's my turn. Help me with my jacket and we'll get
my breasts out where you can see them."
He was amazed at what they were doing. The usual procedure
was to kiss, pet, caress, furtively undress, often in the dark.
Here they were sitting in her living room with his penis dangling
out of his trousers and both pairs of hands undressing her. All
the lights blazed in the room, the blinds open, although the
apartment was on the fortieth floor and he guessed no one could
see them. Andrea certainly didn't seem to care. When they finally
had her jacket and blouse removed, he thought she looked lovely
in her white satin bra. Her breasts were indeed large, the cups
fully packed.
"Kiss me," she said.
When he kissed her, she slid her tongue into his mouth and
kissed him hard. Then she pulled back. He thought she would
unhook the bra and remove it, but instead she simply reached into
each cup and pulled her breasts out to dangle them over the cups
like heavy pale gourds. The erotic effect startled him and he
almost came just looking at her. Her reddish-brown nipples were
large, succulent-looking, extending half an inch from the
perfectly round areolas. He thought they were the most beautiful
breasts he had ever seen.
She lifted her left breast in her right hand. "Suck this,"
she said.
He bent his head and took the fat nipple into his mouth, and
while he did that her hand slid into his lap to grasp the shaft
of his penis and stroke it. Her breast had a sweet taste, and as
he sucked and tongued her nipple he imagined he could do this
forever, pass the rest of his life with Andrea's tit in his
mouth. Eventually she made him move to the other breast, and then
finally she gently pushed him away.
"Now I want to look at you," she said. "Stand up and
undress, won't you?"
His face flushed, he rose and started undressing.
* * *
Andrea sat back on the sofa and watched him. She was
pleased. Her intuition about him had been accurate, and now that
their liaison was beginning, she felt a strong excitement. She
hadn't had a young man as appealing as Michael in a long while,
at least not someone who would be available whenever she wanted
him. She watched as his body appeared, his clothes peeled away to
be tossed onto a chair. His lean body excited her. She liked her
men sleek and not too muscular. This one was indeed sleek, lean
and lovely, his erect cock swollen and bobbing as he moved his
body, the mushroom-shaped head almost purple in color. She
thought his penis was beautifully shaped. He had only a slight
sprinkling of hair on his chest, more around his genitals. When
he was naked, she told him to stand still. "You're beautiful,"
she said.
He blushed. She called him forward, smiled, stroked his
thigh. "You're lovely, Michael." She ran her hand along the
inside of his thigh, sliding her palm upward until her fingers
just grazed his balls. His scrotum was full, round, pink. "I
think we're going to be good together. Don't you think so?"
His face flushed, he nodded. "Yes."
"We'll have a lovely time, won't we?"
She began examining her new possession. She was thankful
that so far everything was so easy. She knew what he wanted, he
wanted to be touched; she could see the hungry look in his eyes.
She made him spread his legs to make his balls available. She
fondled his testicles, rolled them around with her fingers,
tugged at the skin of his scrotum. His balls were large, which
she thought a good sign. Her experience was that men with large
balls were more virile than the others. She looked at the
engorged cock, felt its firmness, then slid her fingers under his
balls and lifted them, bounced them gently on her palm to feel
their weight. Then she examined his penis more closely, stroked
the large head with a fingertip, studied the thick shaft, the
veins, the base of the shaft surrounded by a bush of hair.
"Will you do something for me, Michael?"
"Yes?"
"Get rid of the hair down here. Will you do that? The next
time you shower, shave everything off. I like it clean and bare.
You'll do that, won't you?"
"Yes, if you want it."
"Now turn around," she said. And when he did so, she stroked
his buttocks, admired their shape and firmness, and then she
opened his buttocks with both hands and she looked at his anus. A
perfect little treasure. So charming. He was a darling young man.
She released his buttocks and ran both palms over them again. The
skin was unmarked, not even a faint blemish anywhere. Firm
muscular buttocks as smooth as marble. He reminded her of a Greek
statue.
"All right, turn around," she said, her hands releasing his
buttocks. She rose from the sofa and started undressing. She
unhooked her bra and tossed it away. She slipped out of her
shoes, dropped her skirt, then quickly peeled off her pantyhose
and panties. She ignored his eyes on the lower half of her body.
Naked, she sat on the sofa again, raised her knees and opened her
solid thighs to expose her crotch to him.
Her full-lipped cunt, hairy and open, showed juices gleaming
in the crack. She had plenty of hair; she did not like hair on
her young men, but she preserved her own pubic hair because
whenever she opened her legs like this it gave her a sense of
wildness. She smiled when she saw the desire in his eyes, the hot
wanting. He apparently wanted her hairy cunt. Now she intended to
learn how good he could be, whether he could truly pleasure her.
"You want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes," he said.
What she wanted was obvious. Their eyes met. He hesitated.
Then without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of her and
moved his face between her spread thighs.
* * *
Michael's excitement was intense. He wondered if Andrea were
testing him with this request to immediately service her like
this. He was amazed how easily they had assumed different roles,
Andrea dominant and he submissive. No cuddling, no tenderness, no
hint of romance. Everything so direct and definite. The way she'd
looked at his ass had almost made him come. No woman had ever
been so direct with his body, especially not a first date. They
were already so intimate, it seemed as if they'd known each other
for ages. And they'd hardly begun, hadn't even fucked yet. They
were still in the foreplay stage; this was all foreplay, exciting
enough to make his heart pound. He reached between his thighs to
find his penis and he started stroking himself.
Her cunt was a jnngle, meaty, dripping, the hair everywhere.
As he pressed his nose against her bush and licked around her
clitoris and labia, he caught the strong scent of her sex. Sweat
and vaginal secretions and a hint of urine. He loved it -- an
entire day's worth of cunt. Gloria had been fond of having him go
down on her after she'd jogged at dusk. He'd learned to love it,
the musky taste, the smell of her sweat.
Now he moved down a bit to get his tongue in Andrea's
opening. Her cunt was drenched, her juices pooling between the
lips and at the rim of her vagina. He licked and sucked, licked
and sucked, loving the taste of it.
Then, on an impulse, he slipped further down and swiped his
tongue over the knot of her anus. He heard her groan. He felt her
knees pull up to make herself more available. She wanted it. All
right, he would give it to her. He lapped her anus again and kept
his tongue there. He started rimming her, circling his tongue
around the ring, tapping it, pushing his tongue at the tiny
opening. She had her knees pulled all the way back to her breasts
and he had a clear field. He knew all about this. Gloria had told
him he was the best she'd ever had. Now he wanted Andrea to make
the same judgment. When Andrea's anus opened, he thrust his
tongue inside her and worked it in and out. She was masturbating
now. He could feel her fingers rubbing her clitoris above his
nose. He continued working her anus as her knees started rocking.
She groaned, trembled, gripped his head with her hands and came
on his face. As he felt her anus clutch his tongue, he pumped his
cock to a climax and spurted on the rug.
* * *
They lay naked together on her bed, their arms around each
other. Only a small lamp lit the room; an old blues melody came
drifting in from the living room stereo.
"How did you know I'd like that?" Andrea said. She lay with
her face nuzzling his armpit, her hand closed around his soft
penis. She thought his skin tasted like candy.
"Like what?"
"The ass-licking. I don't know what else to call it."
"Analingus."
"Yes, analingus."
"Rimming."
"Yes, that's better. How did you know I would like it?"
"I guessed, that's all."
"Well, you're a good guesser." She tugged at his penis.
"What about this? Are you going to get hard again?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Let me suck it. Come over me, straddle me and I'll suck
you." She turned on her back and pulled a pillow beneath her
head.
He quickly climbed over her, straddled the upper part of her
body and dangled his penis over her face. She opened her mouth
and took him, sucked hard on the head, swirled her tongue over
the underside of the shaft. She felt him hardening in her mouth.
She clutched his buttocks with both hands, squeezed the firm
muscles, then searched in his crack with her fingers until she
found his anus. His pelvis jerked forward when she penetrated
him, his cock filling more of her mouth. She pushed her finger
inside, twisting it to widen his anus. Then she added another
finger and began fucking him.
When his penis was hard, he suddenly pulled out of her
mouth, forcing her fingers out of his anus as he moved off her
body. "I want to fuck you," he said.
"All right," she said, She'd hoped he would come in her
mouth, but she decided to let him have his way this time. He
obviously needed it. Their first fuck. She raised her knees and
opened them in invitation, and without delay he moved between her
thighs, used his hand to guide his cock inside her cunt and
started fucking her.
It wasn't that bad. These days she never liked being
penetrated that much, but he had a large rigid cock and it felt
good whenever his shaft grazed her clitoris. She gripped his
thrusting body with her legs and thighs and she held on until he
came.
After that they both fell asleep. There was no more sex that
evening. She had a busy schedule the next day, and she sent him
home before midnight.
* * *
After that first time, they did not see each other for
nearly a week because Andrea had to fly out to Los Angeles to
manage a deposition in an important case. Michael was actually
thankful for the time alone, time to think about things. He was
beginning a new phase in his life and it required an emotional
adjustment. He had never had an affair with anyone like Andrea
before, not someone with that much power over his career. He
prayed nothing would go wrong, that Andrea would not ruin things
for him at the firm. But of course there was also the other side
-- that Andrea might help his career enormously.
When Andrea finally returned from California, she was quite
casual with Michael in the office, no sign of their special
relationship. It wasn't until the afternoon that Andrea came to
his office and handed him a set of keys. "These are keys to my
apartment. I've got work to do here, but I'll try to be home by
seven." She handed the keys to him and abruptly left.
Michael was happy. At least it meant that Andrea trusted
him. He finished his work at the office shortly after five
o'clock, and he went straight to her apartment. He slipped his
shoes off and relaxed awhile on a sofa. Then he decided that
Andrea would not mind if he showered. He washed thoroughly,
especially his anus and as far inside as he could reach with his
finger. He remembered how much attention she'd paid to his ass
and he wanted to be clean for her. Remembering the sex with her
excited him.
After he finished his shower, he put on one of Andrea's
terry-cloth robes and left the bathroom. He switched on the
television set in the living room and watched an hour of a news
channel.
It was nearly 7:30 when Andrea at last arrived. Michael rose
when he heard the key in the door, and then Andrea stepped
inside, smiled at him, and closed and locked the door behind
her.
"Hungry" Andrea asked as she tossed her briefcase and purse
on a chair.
Michael nodded. "Yes, I am. I had a shower. Is that all
right?"
"Yes, of course. I'll order some food after I shower and
have it delivered." Then she looked at him in the robe and
made a gesture with her hand. "You don't need the robe, you look
better naked."
She left him standing in the living room and walked to
her bedroom.
He removed the robe. Her demeanor made him nervous; she
seemed almost irritated. Had he displeased her? Or maybe she was
being her authoritative self. Maybe she would ease up later. He
felt strange being naked in the living room. He walked over to
one of the paintings and studied it. Then he just stood there and
waited for her.
When Andrea returned, she wore a maroon caftan that
completely covered her body. She looked at Michael's belly and
smiled when she saw his pubic hair was gone. "Ah, you've shaved.
Good. Keep it that way." She took his penis in her hand and
lifted it. "But you still have hair on your balls."
"I was afraid I'd cut myself."
"All right, I know a place that will do it. I'll take you
there sometime." She took him in her arms and kissed him. "Did
you miss me?"
"Yes, I did," he said. The sensation of her arms enfolding
him was wonderful.
Still holding him, Andrea stroked his naked buttocks as she
gently kissed the side of his neck. She slipped her fingers into
the crack, found his anus and rubbed it. "I thought about you a
great deal," she said.
"And I thought about you."
"Did you masturbate thinking about me?"
"Yes." His head lifted as Andrea continued kissing his neck
and throat.
Then she released him and stepped back. "You look so
delicious when you're naked. Show me what you did when you
thought about me. I want to watch you masturbate. Sit in that
chair over there and show me what you did. But don't come. Don't
come unless I say so."
Her request excited him. He sat down in the arm chair, and
when she told him to drape his legs over the arms of the chair,
he did that also. He was totally exposed now, his cock and balls
and anus exposed to her eyes. Andrea sat down nearby and gazed at
him intently.
"Go on," she said.
He slid his right hand over his belly, took his cock in his
hand and started caressing himself, stroking his penis slowly.
The lust in Andrea's eyes excited him. Gloria had made him do
this. How strange it was that Andrea wanted it also. He felt his
cock throbbing. He'd been aroused all evening, but now it was
much worse. Andrea had told him not to come without permission,
but if he continued like this he would not be able to control
himself.
"I'll come if I keep doing this," he said.
"All right, do it. Make yourself come. Show me how you shoot
it."
Hearing her talk like that was too much. Groaning, he
frantically stroked his cock until he started spurting. His hips
jerked as the sperm shot out of the tip of his penis to splash on
his chest and belly. He wilted in the chair, his eyes closed, his
heart beating rapidly. When he opened his eyes again, he found
Andrea leaning over him with a towel. She wiped the sperm away
and kissed him. Then she tossed the towel away and she opened a
small box.
"Here, let me put these on you," she said. "I bought them
in Los Angeles."
Small gold-plated nipple clips. He watched her fingers as
they tugged his right nipple out before clamping it. Then the
left nipple. His nipples tingled.
Andrea took hold of his hands, pulled him to his feet
and kissed him again. "I suppose I ought to order our dinner now.
Are you still hungry?"
"Yes."
"You look adorable with your nipples clipped like that. Tres
sexy. Do they hurt?"
"Just a little."
"The clips will make your tits very sensitive. You'll see
how nice it is."
She slid her hand around his waist, then dropped her hand
down to fondle his buttocks. Her fingers slid into the crack to
caress his anus. "I thought about your ass a lot. I had fantasies
about doing you here. Has anyone every done that to you?"
"No."
"You ought to try it. You might like it. Would you let me do
that? I promise I'll be gentle. Would you let me do it?"
"If that's what you want."
"Yes, I want it."
He said nothing. He leaned against her and closed his eyes.
He felt her squeezing his buttocks. The idea that she wanted his
ass excited him. He suddenly understood how a woman felt. He felt
feminine, receptive, with a desire to be penetrated.
* * *
The delivered dinner turned out to be better than expected.
They sat in silence at the candle-lit table, sipping wine and
eating a tender Vietnamese chicken dish. Except for the fact that
he was naked, it might have been an ordinary dinner shared by two
ordinary people. Actually, Andrea had hardly touched him with her
hands for nearly an hour; only her eyes did the touching, her
eyes constantly on him, on his face, on his chest, on his hands.
After dinner, he helped her put the dishes in the kitchen
sink, and they left everything for the day maid who would arrive
in the morning to look after the apartment. Andrea escorted him
into her bedroom with one hand stroking his buttocks. She found
his anus and pushed the tip of her finger inside.
"Are you sure you've never had anyone in your ass?"
He protested, his face flushed. "I'm not gay."
"I know that. But sometimes men like it."
"I said I'm willing to try it."
"Kneel on the bed then. The first time is the most difficult
and I can be more careful that way. We'll need some lubrication."
He knelt on the bed, assuming the position he thought
she wanted, his head and shoulders down, his knees wide apart,
his rump raised and offered. Was he really doing this? He felt as
though he were in a trance, as though she had some special power
over him. He was a virgin; he was offering himself to her. He was
at ease with her taking charge. It excited him to know she wanted
him, excited him to be passive like this. He'd learned that about
himself with Gloria. He liked to be passive. He heard Andrea
getting ready. He did not want to look. He kept his eyes closed.
* * *
Andrea used one of her smaller dildoes, a smooth blue cock
fixed in a harness. She was pleased at how easy Michael was, how
far she'd brought him along. This was only their second time
together and she already had him kneeling on the bed waiting for
her to take his ass. With most of her lovers, it took a great
deal of coaxing. How delicious Michael was. He wanted it, of
course; if he hadn't wanted it, he would not have agreed. And she
knew from experience that once they started this he would come to
love it more and more. She had seen it happen with other young
lovers, young men who enjoyed being penetrated, enjoyed playing a
feminine role. And she adored doing it. She was thrilled that she
and Michael had come to this point so easily. He was certainly
special. He looked so lovely kneeling like that on the bed with
his hips raised. She would open him gently, get him used to the
type of fucking she liked.
When she finished attaching the harness around her hips. she
greased the cock thoroughly with lubricant, her hand stroking
over the entire length of the shaft. Then she approached his
raised ass and squeezed out some lubricant into the crack between
his buttocks. "I'm getting you ready," she said. She pushed the
jelly into his anus, first with one finger and then with two
fingers. When he groaned, she reached underneath with her free
hand to grasp his balls.
"You like it, don't you? Yes, of course you do. I knew the
first time I saw you that you'd like it. Come if you want. If you
want to come while I'm fucking you, do it. Use your hand and
stroke yourself. Just enjoy it. You'll see how good it is."
Then she lifted the dildo and slowly pushed it into his ass
with a series of short jerks of her hips. When she was all the
way in, her belly against his buttocks, she slid her hands up and
down his smooth back.
"Is it good?"
He groaned. "Yes."
"Just relax. Relax and let yourself go. You have such a nice
ass, Michael. I want you to come."
She pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, then pushed
forward again. She adored the way his anus stretched like a round
mouth around the shaft of the dildo. She slipped a hand
underneath the phallus and found his hanging balls, held them
with her fingers as she continued stroking.
"It's good, isn't it?"
He groaned again. "Yes."
"Are you masturbating?"
"Yes."
"I love fucking you. It's very exciting for me."
Now she quickened her thrusts, her hips pumping as she
worked the dildo in and out of his ass. Each time she was slapped
against his buttocks, the base of the dildo pummeled her
clitoris. She would come soon. But she wanted him to come first.
After a few more strokes, she gripped his balls more firmly.
"Come on, Michael. Come for me. Shoot your spunk while I'm
fucking your ass. Come now."
He groaned and cried out and groaned again, and she watched
his body shudder in the throes of an intense orgasm. That's
wonderful, she thought. She continued thrusting, grinding her
clitoris against the base of the dildo, her body finally jerking
as her cunt exploded in an orgasm.
Later, as they lay together in bed, she said: "That was
lovely, Michael. Was it good for you?"
He lay on his back with his arm covering his eyes. "Yes."
"It was good for me too. Better than anything. If you want
me to have real pleasure, let me do that when I want it. Will
you?"
For a long moment he said nothing. And then he sighed. "All
right."
end
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