“I think,” you say, “that I’d like to fuck you.”
Ashley continues to stroke your cock as it hardens. She smiles. “I thought so,” she says. “How do you want me?”
“Bend over the desk there,” you say. Ashley complies by draping herself face-first over your desk blotter. Her ass isn’t as round or full as ’s, but it has a smooth, inviting sexiness that lifts your erection the rest of the way to full stiffness. With her legs spread to give you access, Ashley’s let you see her shaved cunt, and the small, well-trimmed patch of hair that remains just above.
“Like this, sir?” Ashley asks. She looks over her shoulder at you, and at the same time puts a hand between her legs to touch herself. You can hear the slippery wetness as her fingers move.
You put your hands on Ashley’s ass and pry the tight cheeks apart. Her anus is exposed then, tight and pink. You feel Ashley stiffen a little under your touch. “Oh. You’re not going to fuck my pussy, are you?” she asks.
“No,” you answer. You let some saliva drip into one of your hands, and then rub the slippery stuff over your cock. Another dollop of spit rubbed on Ashley’s anus serves to smooth the way for what’s coming.
Ashley nods quickly, nervousness on her doll-like face. “Okay. Just…don’t hurt me.” |