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Cold Feet

Danielle has one more night of fun before her wedding.

I was almost asleep when the phone rang.   I rolled over in bed and grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table. It was dark in the room but the light from the ringing phone flashed into my eyes, making me squint with discomfort as I struggled to see who was calling me.   ‘PRIVATE’ was all my caller ID would say. At first I was about to ignore it and go back to sleep, but something told me that I should answer it. I flipped open the phone.

“Hello?” I muttered, placing it to me ear.  

At first there was no answer, but I could hear someone breathing on the other end.

“Hello?” I reiterated, this time sounding a little bit purposefully annoyed.

“D..Damon?” someone finally responded in a meek, feminine voice.   “It’s Danielle”.

I sat up in bed.

“H..Hi,” I responded, too astonished to figure out what to say.   It had been over a year since I had last talked to her.   “How’s it going?”

“Good.   How are you?”  

“Umm..fine..I guess..”   I glanced over at the clock to check the time. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she responded in her typical soft-spoken voice. “It has.”  

As a short period of awkward silence resumed, and I began to think about why Danielle would be calling me at 3am on a Thursday. We had had an on-off relationship back in university, but I had been reluctant to make any commitments. After a year and a half of the occasional booty call, she had become fed up with the situation and cut things off.   The last I heard, she had been dating some guy in a nearby town.

“Damon, I have something to tell you,” she finally said, breaking my little mental trip down memory lane.   “I..I’m getting married.”

“Wow. That was...not what I was expecting.”

“Oh yeah?” she retorted. “And just what were you expecting?”

“So let me get this straight,” I stated, dropping my head back down to my pillow. “You called me at 3 in the morning to tell me that you were getting married?”  

“Yeah...well actually...there is something else.”

“Okay...Are you going to tell me?”

Again a period of awkward silence ensued.

“It’s just that...” she began. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Again my interest was roused.  

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “And just what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking...” she began hesitatingly.

“Yes?” I prompted.

“Well, I was hoping to see you one more time.”

I was speechless.  

“What do you mean ‘see me’”?

“I think you know what I mean.”

“Like to go out for coffee or something?” I asked, smiling to myself.

“No,” Danielle responded. “I want to sleep with you one more time.”

“When? Now?”

“No. Not now. Well...anytime...just it has to be before the wedding.”  

I was now completely astounded.

“So you want to fuck me, but you have to do it before you get married?”

“Yes!!” she said back, raising her voice slightly.

“Look Danielle,” I began. “We tried this before. It obviously didn’t work, so I don’t think it’s a good idea...”

“Damon.” She said cutting me off. “I really want this. I need this! Please!”

I was beginning to get a little surprised at the desperation in her voice.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked.

“Actually yes,” she answered, following a short pause. “But only because I had to work up the courage to call you. I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Oh yeah? And just what does your future husband think about all this?”

“Jesus Damon!” she blurted out in exasperation. “He obviously doesn’t know. Why are you being so difficult about this?”

“Hey I’m just trying to get all the info here. I haven’t heard from you in over a year and now you call me up and tell me you want to meet up for a secret rendezvous?”

“You know most guys would be pretty happy about this type of thing.”

“Yeah, well I don’t think it’s a very good idea. I’m kind of...seeing someone right now.”

Again, a period of silence descended over the conversation before Danielle broke the awkwardness.

“Seeing someone?   I thought you weren’t ready for a serious relationship?”

“That was a long time ago,” I shot back.   “Things are...different now.”

“Damon please...”

“No. I’m sorry Danielle. I just...cant.”

I was in the process of closing the phone when she blurted out something that made me stop.

“I’ll do anything you want!”

Again I was speechless.


“Yes”, she replied, her voice returning to its normal diminutive level.

I took a moment and thought about the possibilities.

“Damon?” she asked after about 30 seconds of silence.

“Okay,” I said bluntly.

“Okay what?” she asked.

“Tomorrow night. I’ll text you with my address and orders.”


“Yes. Remember you said you’d do anything. Or are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” she responded, her passive cute voice starting to leak back into the conversation.

“Okay then? See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”  


  I fell asleep thinking about all the things that I could do to Danielle the next night.   She had been an attractive enough girl, but tended to lack that certain quality that I generally look for in women.   She was shy and self conscious, and thus found it hard to open up in the bedroom.   There were things I always wanted to do, and things I always wanted to try, but she was just too reserved to push her limits.   Now I had my chance, and I was going to take it.

I awoke the next morning and immediately went to work planning my evening.   I took a couple hours and made a list of things I wanted to do.   I then went out and purchased a few items.   I picked up some wine and some vodka then headed over to a nearby porn store.   I felt kind of embarrassed buying a dildo and some lubricant but the guy at the front counter didn’t seem too shocked.   I made one more stop to pick up a new memory card for my digital camera before heading home.

I sent a text message to Danielle to give her my address and to clarify my final request.   And then I waited.

When 8 pm finally rolled around, I was sitting patiently having a drink.   My mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts and ideas about what was going to happen in the next few hours.   The stage was set.   I just hoped Danielle wouldn’t back out.

When I finally heard the knock at the door I was a little relieved.  

As I opened the door, a feeling of déjà vu swept over me.   Danielle looked much the same as the last time I had seen her, with that shy, timid expression on her face.   She looked extremely nervous, but was managing a small, cute smile.

“Well, hello there,” I said with a smile as I pulled the door wide open. “Come in.”

“Hi,” she said nervously, swiping a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear.  

Danielle walked in and set a small duffle bag on the floor, before beginning to take off her jacket.

“Let me take that,” I offered, accepting her coat and sliding it off her shoulders.   “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure,” she responded, as she walked over and sat down on the sofa.

I made her a drink before joining her.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the glass. “It might be kind of strong.”

“Thanks,” she answered, as she accepted the glass and proceeded to drink the entire thing.

I smiled as she finished the last drop and set the empty glass down on the coffee table.   I wasn’t trying to get her drunk enough so that I could take advantage of her, but rather so that she would relax just enough.  

I made her another drink, which she drank a little slower but I was already beginning to see she was getting buzzed.   We made small talk for a while until I sensed she was ready.  

“Well,” I said after about an hour of conversation and 2 drinks later.   “Should we get this show on the road?”  

“Show on the road?” she snapped back with a laugh. “That’s romantic.”

“You can change in the bedroom,” I said with a smile.   “I’ll wait here.”

Danielle smiled back and finished the last of her drink. I could see a little bit more of her usual nervous apprehension creeping back into her mannerisms.   She then stood up, grabbed the duffle bag she had brought and headed to the bedroom.   I sat back and smiled to myself as I watched her. She looked back to flash me one more nervous smile, and then closed the bedroom door.   I could already feel my dick beginning to grow hard within my pants.  

I got up and grabbed my camera from the kitchen table, making sure everything was working ok. Then I dimmed the lights a little. I wanted to set the mood, but still wanted to be able to see everything. I also knew Danielle was pretty self conscious about her body and I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Danielle re-appeared.

She was wearing a white corset with that emphasized her already ample breasts, along with a pair of tiny, sheer, white panties.   The corset itself was also made from a sheer material, allowing tantalizing glimpses of bare skin to be seen around the breasts, sides and back.   Her legs were covered by the pair of thigh-high white stockings which I had requested. For some reason I had always fantasized about seeing her dressed like this, and now she was standing before me, hands on hips, smiling coyly. Danielle, although far from being considered chubby, was definitely thicker than most of the girls I had been used to being with. She had a soft, curvy body with very large, round breasts that most men would consider to be her most enticing attribute.   I however, was more interested in a completely different part of her anatomy.   Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail which hung down to the level of her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yummy,” I said with a smirk, reaching for my camera.

“Hey!” she blurted out, stepping halfway back into the bedroom. “You never said anything about taking pictures!”

“Anything I wanted. Remember?” I stated, reminding her of our previous agreement.   “Now smile.”

Sheepishly, Danielle walked out of the bedroom once again as I held up the camera. I snapped a few shots as I made my ways towards her.  

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, rolling her eyes back in embarrassment.

“Hey,” I said softly, reaching out to take her hand and pulling her to me. “Just relax. You look so fucking good right now.”

My eyes were locked on hers as I leaned forward and kissed her.   As my lips pressed against hers, I could feel some of the tension flow out of her body.   Her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly. Our tongues touched, tentatively at first, as she let out a soft moan.   I placed a hand on her hip and pulled her closer, my hard dick pressing eagerly against her through the fabric of my pants.   We kissed for a good minute before I pulled away slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and I could tell she was turned on. Her piercing blue eyes locked intently on mine as if she were trying to guess what I was going to do next.

“Get down on your knees,” I ordered softly but firmly.  

Danielle just stared at me for a brief moment and swallowed hard, her face expressionless but still retaining a sense of timid apprehension. Then, slowly she lowered herself down to the floor, her stocking-clad knees coming to rest on the soft carpet.

“Undo my pants,” I commanded as she stared up at me with a look of shy innocence.

I could see her hands were trembling a little bit as she reached up and carried out my orders. Soon my belt was off, and my pants were around my ankles. My dick was now pushing uncomfortably against the thin fabric of my boxer-brief underwear, creating a thick bulge that Danielle was eyeing intently.

“Keep going.”

She swallowed hard and slipped her fingers under the waistband of my underwear.   Slowly, she pulled them down allowing my cock to spring forth in an almost comic fashion, as it bounced a few times in front of her face.   Danielle looked up at me as my dick swayed slowly before her.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Again, she obeyed, placing her hands behind her and grasping one wrist with her hand.

“Open your mouth.”  

She opened her mouth but let her eyes fall from mine.   I shuffled forward a bit and placed the head of my dick between her lips. Then slowly I pushed my hips forward, sliding my shaft into her wet, waiting mouth.   Immediately her lips locked around my cock and she began to withdraw her head backwards. I stopped her by reaching down and grabbing the back of her head, holding it in place.   Again I pushed forward, sliding the entire length of my dick past her lips.   I could feel her tremble as my balls pressed up against her chin, but she was able to stop herself from gagging.  

“Good girl,” I praised, smiling down at her. “Now suck it.”

Immediately she went to work bobbing her head back and forth, sliding her lips up and down my glistening shaft.   Danielle always liked to give me head, even though she wasn’t particularly good at it. She was always too slow and sensual for my liking. I was going to have to show her a thing or two.


Her long slow strokes soon turned into short nods as I pointed the camera down at her.


She stopped briefly at the sound of the camera going off, but quickly resumed sucking my dick, her eyes closed tightly.

“Open your eyes,” I commanded. “And look at me while you suck my dick.”  

I smiled as her eyes opened and her head turned slightly upwards to stare into my contented face. I put the camera to my eye and snapped another shot.  

“That’s better.”   

Danielle continued sucking me for a few more minutes, before pulling her lips from around my cock and running her tongue up the underside of my shaft.  

“Hmmm,” I muttered. “You have learned a few new tricks.”   

I was actually surprised. In my previous experience with her, she had exhibited very little variation in her technique.  

“Lick my balls.” I ordered, positioning the camera for another shot.  

I reached down and grabbed my dick pulling it up against my stomach as Danielle moved down and placed her soft wet tongue on my balls, licking softly. The feeling was amazing. I took a picture, and let my dick fall, landing with a wet ‘slap’ against her face. I then grabbed her hair and pulled her face lower, as her tongue explored the backside of my balls and the area directly behind them.   I moaned and took a few more pictures before setting the camera down.  

“That feels so fucking good baby,” I complimented. “You should do that to your husband on your wedding night. “

She glanced up at me with a glare that I could only take as a warning.   I smiled back and encouraged her to take my balls into her mouth, sucking softly.

“Whoa there,” I said, grabbing the back of her head.   “Easy on those. Not so hard.”  

Danielle flashed me another stare before resuming her work.   I let her continue for a while longer before I pulled her head back again and slid my dick back into her mouth.   I pushed it in all the way and held it there for a moment as she fought to suppress her gag reflex. I then slid it out slowly before thrusting it back in. I continued to fuck her mouth as she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock. I could feel an orgasm approaching and I increased the pace, desperate to fill her mouth with my cum.   As the feeling reached its peak, my hands clutched her hair and my body convulsed. I held back for another brief moment before sending a torrent of hot cum into Danielle’s waiting mouth.   She paused for a brief moment and I thought she might pull away to spit it out in disgust, but to my surprise she resumed sucking, taking every spurt I had to give and swallowing it down.  

“Alright,” I said contentedly, pulling my wet dick from her dripping lips. “Let’s head into the bedroom.”

A slightly embarrassed look crossed Danielle’s face once again as she looked down at the ground, using her thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth.   I motioned my arm towards the bedroom, smiling with satisfaction.   She stood slowly and turned, making her way through the doorway.   I picked my camera back up and followed her into the room.

“Nice outfit by the way,” I commented as she sat down on the bed. “Is it new?”

“Kind of...” she answered tentatively.   “Actually I bought it for my honeymoon.”

“Oh yeah?” I said with a smile. “That kind of turns me on.”

“I bet it does,” she said with a short laugh.   “I can’t believe you made me wear this.”

“Hey,” I said, tossing my hands in the air. “I could have made you wear a school girl’s outfit or something. Would that have been better?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Well, I was thinking about,” I said, walking over to her. “Or maybe French maid? That would be hot!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danielle muttered, smiling up at me.

I returned the smile and leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes as our lips touched and we shared a rare tender moment before I decided to move things along.

“Ok,” I said, pulling away from her. “Lay down on the bed.”

Danielle looked apprehensive once again as she lay back on the bed.   I raised the camera and took another picture.  

“Now spread your legs,” I added, getting ready for another shot.  

That   familiar embarrassed expression crossed Danielle’s face as she slow pulled her legs apart, revealing the sheer white panties that I could see were now slightly dampened with excitement.   I took another picture, focusing on the area between her legs.   I could already feel my dick regaining its rigidity as I continued to have my way with the shy, timid girl before me.  

“Take off your panties,” I ordered.  

A bit of Danielle’s shyness melted away as she bit her bottom lip and began to slide the lacy white underwear down her stocking covered legs.   Holding the skimpy garment on her finger she looked into my eyes and tossed them on the floor at my feet.   It was almost as if she was challenging me to continue.   I looked down at the underwear at my feet and then back up at Danielle who was now laying back, propped up on her elbows, waiting for my next command.   Her ample breasts were spilling out of the top of her bustier, producing an enticing amount of cleavage.   She was naked from the waist down, with the exception of the white stockings that adorned her legs, now spread wide to reveal her perfectly shaven pussy.   I smiled and tossed the camera on the bed.

“What? No more pictures?” Danielle asked sarcastically, sounding somewhat satisfied at being able to entice me away from my brief photography session.

“Not right now,” I answered, crawling onto the bed. “There’s something else I want.”

I placed a hand on her leg, running it up softly, feeling the smoothness of the stocking as I leaned in to kiss her inner thigh.   Danielle let a quiet moan slip out as she felt my lips touch her sensitive, naked skin. I let my mouth linger there for a moment as I parted my lips and touched her gently with my tongue.   I then began to move up the bed, kissing and licking my way along her inner thigh, as she let her head fall back and opened her legs receptively.  

Danielle had, quite possibly, the most perfect pussy I had ever seen.   It was flawless and pink, as well as usually well shaved.   She had always left a little strip of hair, but it was rarely even noticeable due to the fairness and light colour. This time she had shaved it completely, however, as not a single hair could be seen.   I moved closer. I wondered if that had been another “honeymoon present” that I was getting the chance to unwrap early.

I kissed the skin to the right of her, and then to the left before focussing in on her soft velvety folds. I nuzzled my lips into her pussy, tasting her as I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and into her moist hole.   I could hear her moan a little louder as she pulled her elbows out from under her and lay back on the bed.   Wetting my finger in my mouth, I then slipped it inside her, as my tongue moved upwards to tease her clit. My finger slid easily up to the knuckle and I began to caress her g-spot with firm strokes as I sucked gently on her little pink button.  

“Mmmm,” she moaned tenderly as I slipped another finger inside her.

My middle two fingers were now deep inside Danielle’s wet pussy, sliding in and out as I continued to suck her engorged clit.   Slowly, I removed one of my fingers and moved it a little lower, running it gently over her tight little asshole.   She didn’t respond, so I pressed a little harder, massaging her tight opening with my nimble, wet finger.   I pushed even harder, pushing the tip of my finger through her taut, muscular ring.   Immediately, she tensed, her asshole rejecting my intrusion with a quick contraction.

“Hey,” she said sternly. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”  

I had brought up the subject of anal sex with Danielle in the past, and she had always been vehemently opposed.

“Anything I want. Remember?”   

  “I thought you might try something like that,” she said, resigning to the fact that I was going to have my way with her.

“Oh, I’m going to be doing a lot more than this,” I said with a confident smirk as I continued to massage her virgin asshole with my finger.   “Just try and relax.”

Danielle took a deep breath and lifted her knees slightly as my mouth again found its way to her delicious pussy.   My finger wiggled its way past her restrictive little ring and I felt her ass tighten around my invading digit.   I lowered my face and ran my tongue around my half-buried finger in an attempt to lubricate it a little more, before pushing it deeper into her asshole.   Danielle began to writhe and moan as I slid my tongue back into her hot, wet pussy.   I could tell she was close to orgasm, and I flicked my tongue over her clit with quick, rhythmic strokes. She began to tremble as I felt her climax approaching.

“Uhhhhhh,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip and arching her back.

Suddenly I stopped and lifted my face from her pussy.

“Hey!” she shrieked, slapping her hand against the bed. “I was soooo close!”

I smiled deviously as I shook my head.

“Not yet,” I explained. “If you’re really, really good....then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Danielle shot me a disappointed scowl as I began to crawl my way up her body.

“That’s not fair,” she grumbled, sticking her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“I know,” I answered as I lowered my face to hers as if about to kiss her, but stopping just inches from her lips. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl and do everything I tell you.”

Her soft blue eyes were locked on mine as I reached down and guided the head of my cock to her eager, wet pussy. When she felt contact she held her breath, as if waiting to be filled.   Teasing her by rubbing my head over her wet opening, I was prolonging her agony by withholding what she was wanting most.

Suddenly and without warning, I thrust my hips downward, driving the entire length of my dick into her starving wet pussy. She gasped as her body was pushed upwards, almost hitting the top of her head against the wall.   Her hands moved to my back, where her fingers dug into my flesh, pulling the weight of my body down into hers.   With my shaft completely embedded inside her, I moved my hips from side to side as I lowered my head and whispered in her ear.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she gasped, pushing her hips up into mine.

“Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes,” she reiterated, her voice growing in urgency.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me,” she said meekly.


“Fuck me!”

I smiled to myself as I began sliding my dick in and out of Danielle’s tight wet pussy.   Her shyness had always inhibited her from participating in any dirty talk, so I was able to gain quite a bit of satisfaction from making her say those two simple words.   She then closed her eyes and moaned softly as my hips rose and fell, driving my cock deep inside her with each thrust.   Sweeping a few strands of light blonde hair away from her neck, I lowered my head and bit gently into her neck. Danielle gasped and purred in approval as I continued nibbling at her tender skin.   Her hands gripped my back tightly, her nails digging in harder with every second that passed.

“Oh God, I’ve waited sooo long for this!” she moaned, as I lifted my head up to stare into her icy blue eyes.

“Oh yeah?” I said with a smirk. “What else have you been thinking about?”


“Tell me.”

My thrusts were now slow and forceful, shaking the bed with each descent of my dick into Danielle’s hot little hole.

“I’ve thought about...” she began, closing her eyes again. “Sucking your dick.”  

“Uh huh,” I coaxed. “And?”

“And...swallowing your cum.”  

I smiled down at her.

“And...”She continued. “Letting you have your way with me.”

Her dirty talk was far from filthy, but for Danielle it was pretty adventurous. I was content. I was also ready to cum.

I lowered my head back down to her ear and whispered.

“I’m going to cum inside you.”

She let out a subtle moan and bit her bottom lip as I began to pick up speed. My cock plunged repeatedly into Danielle, her ample breasts trembling beneath her tight fitting corset. With my hands on either side of her head, I stared intensely into her eyes as I brought myself closer to orgasm. As the rising sensation reached its peak, I slammed hard into her pussy, contracting every muscle in my lower body and sending a thick spurt of hot cum deep inside her. Another thrust followed. And then another, each one decreasing in strength until I had emptied myself completely into Danielle’s warm, wet hole. After taking a brief moment to catch my breath, I rose to my knees, withdrawing my weary cock with one fluid motion.  

After a quick trip to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I returned to find Danielle sliding her underwear back on.

“No, no, no,” I chastised, waving my finger in the air. “I didn’t say you could put those back on yet.”

She made a pouty frown as I snatched the sheer white panties from her and held them aloft.

“Hmm,” I pondered, taking a sip of water. “Maybe I’ll keep these.”  

“I don’t think so!” Danielle snapped back.

“Oh yeah,” I said with a laugh, tossing the underwear back to her. “You need them for your honeymoon.”

“You’re evil,” she muttered, lying back on the bed.  

I smiled.  

“Alright,” I said, after setting the empty glass down. “Time for some more pictures!”

Danielle frowned but put up little resistance as I reached for the camera once again.  

“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, flipping the camera on.

She shot me a pouty expression, but did as she was told, realizing at that point that I would continue to get my way.   Reluctantly, she assumed the position as a satisfied smile spread across my face. My dick began to tingle once again as I took in the sexy visual.   Her tight fitting white corset hugged her waist, emphasizing the roundness of her ass.   From between her ample cheeks I could see her little pink pussy lips peeking out, glistening with arousal.

“Arch your back,” I suggested, bringing to camera into position. “And lower your shoulders.”

Danielle took a deep breath before complying, arching her back in a sexy pose.  


“Good,” I praised. “Now look back towards me.”

She looked back over her shoulder, but her face was slightly red with embarrassment. I took the picture anyway before zooming in on her ass to take a couple close-up shots.   

“Spread your ass,” I stated, becoming more aroused with every passing minute.

“Noooo,” she whined, flashing me a set of puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t make me do that!”

I just shook my head.

“I’m waiting,” I returned, tapping my foot on the floor in mock impatience.

Danielle groaned, hesitating momentarily before laying her head down on the bed and reaching her arms back behind her. Her fingers pressed into her soft flesh and slowly she pulled her ass cheeks wide, lewdly exposing her tiny pink asshole to my eager eyes.   With trembling hands I took the picture, revelling in my control over Danielle, which was bringing me more pleasure than the dirty photographs that I was taking.

With my eyes glued to her shameless pose, I stepped over and retrieved the dildo from one of my drawers.  

“Here,” I said, tossing the purple, rubber toy onto the bed beside her. “I think you know what to do with this.”

Danielle laughed as she scooped up the makeshift cock.  

“Where did you get this?” she asked, inspecting it with open eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I responded dismissively. “Just use it.”

After another resigned exhalation, she reached between her legs and placed the head of the dildo against her swollen pussy lips. As I readied the camera once again, Danielle began sliding the rubber dick along her glistening slit before nestling it in between her engorged pink lips. I snapped a few shots as the purple shaft slowly disappeared into her hungry pussy.

“Nice,” I commended, as Danielle fucked herself with the rubber dildo.

A few minutes later, after I had taken enough pictures to satisfy me, I set the camera on the bed and retrieved the bottle of lubricant from the drawer. Danielle, seemed not to notice, as she was now completely preoccupied with the plastic dick between her legs.

My eyes were glued to her luscious backside as I climbed onto the bed behind her. Looking over her shoulder at me, she flashed a quick, nervous smile as I placed my hands on her ass.   Reaching down, I took hold of the dildo, which Danielle immediately relinquished to my control.   Keeping it deep in her pussy, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on one of her butt cheeks. I then kissed the other one as I began sliding the rubber cock in and out with slow, deliberate motions.   My dick was back to solid form, but there was something else I wanted.

Slowly, and methodically my lips and tongue travelled over Danielle’s smooth skin, making their way into the crevasse between her cheeks. I eyed her perfect little pink asshole lustfully before lightly licking around it in small concentric circles.   I could feel her tense up as I made my way closer and closer before finally flicking my nimble tongue over her tiny opening.  

“Mmmm,’ she moaned quietly as I buried my face in between her cheeks, planting my lips on her butthole.

The dildo was now moving in and out with a more intense pace as I repeatedly stabbed her tight little ass with my tongue. Her moans only encouraged me further as I pulled her cheek to the side and jammed my tongue inside her.   A quick glance down to see a large droplet of pre-cum dangling from the head of my dick told me that I was ready for more. Rising up on my knees, I inched forward as I pulled the dildo from her sopping wet cunt.  

“Here,” I said, holding the glistening wet toy out towards her face.

Danielle looked at the rubber cock briefly, her eyes glazed over with lustful arousal. Biting her bottom lip, she then slowly opened her mouth to accept the dildo, slick with her own juices.   Again I smiled at her compliance as I slid the dildo past her lips and into her waiting mouth.   As her lips locked around the rubber shaft, I relinquished my grip, allowing her to continue cleaning with phony cock with her mouth.   Now kneeling behind her, I wetted my own dick with some saliva before replacing the dildo, sliding in up to the balls in Danielle’s hot little pussy. She moaned around the rubber cock in her mouth and soon allowed it to fall to the bed as she tossed her head back in enjoyment.

“I’ve been wanting to do you like this for a long time,” I stated, sliding my cock back and forth with short, slow strokes.  

“I’ve actually wanted you to do me like this too,” she muttered, glancing back over her shoulder. “I was always just too embarrassed to ask you.”  

“Oh yeah?” I prodded, picking up the pace. “You’ve thought about me fucking you from behind?”

“Uh huh,” she stammered, now overcome by the feeling of my cock driving deep inside her.

“See,” I continued, gripping her ass cheeks with lustful intent. “I knew you were a dirty girl.”  

Danielle was breathing heavier and faster as my balls slapped against her moist pussy with every forceful thrust.   As I started to get carried away, I slowed and picked up the camera from the bed. The scene was perfect! My dick was framed by Danielle’s luscious ass cheeks that gradually gave way her waist, cinched tight with the white corset. Her head was turned to the side and pressed into the soft mattress with her little blonde ponytail bouncing around the back of her head, jolting every time my body slapped sensuously against hers.  

Danielle heard the picture being taken but didn’t acknowledge it at all. I then tossed the camera back to the bed and gripped her thighs forcefully as my hips slapped repeatedly into her ass, driving my cock deep with every thrust. Gradually, my hands migrated from her legs up to her ass, and then delved in between her ample cheeks.   Her asshole, still slick from the tongue lashing it had earlier received, easily accommodated my finger tip as I massaged the tight ring for a moment before sliding in up to the knuckle.   Danielle gasped and I felt her tiny butthole clench reflexively around my finger.   Slowly I moved it in and out, reciprocating the thrusting motions of my dick.  

Danielle let out a quiet, drawn-out moan as she felt both of her holes being filled for the first time. With my finger snugly embedded in her ass, I could feel my own cock sliding in and out through the thin wall separating her two pleasurable orifices.   After she had become somewhat accustomed to my finger in her ass, I had a new idea.

“I want you to do something,” I said, sliding my finger out of her tight little asshole.

Danielle glanced back towards me with interest, not speaking, but breathing in quick, labored breaths.

“I want you finger your own ass.”

Expecting resistance, I was quite surprised when she took only a few seconds before reaching back and gingerly touching her little pink hole. As she continued to test the waters, I scooped up the lubricant and flipped open the cap. Holding the tube over Danielle’s busy hand, I began to drizzle the slippery liquid down her finger and over her tiny butt hole. She let out a surprised giggle at the feeling of the cool fluid on her sensitive skin as she spread the lube over her tightly closed asshole.  

“Put it inside,” I suggested my voice barely more than a whisper.

My dick was throbbing inside her as she tentatively forced her slippery finger past her tight muscular ring up to the first knuckle.

“Good....” I gasped, as she went deeper.   “Now move it in and out...”

Again she complied, slowly finger fucking her own ass. With every push of her finger I would withdraw my cock, only to slide it back in as she withdrew her finger.   I could feel her slender digit pressing against the topside of my dick as we moved back and forth.

“God, that looks hot...” I exclaimed, reaching for the camera once again.

After snapping a couple shots of the sexy scene I dropped the camera and took a firm hold of Danielle’s hips.


Our bodies collided repeatedly as I slammed my cock deep inside her, my balls slapping wetly against her swollen pussy lips.  

“Oh yesssss,” she hissed, pulling her finger from her ass. “That feels soo good!”

“Yeah? You like it hard?”


Danielle’s ample backside shuddered with each thrust as she moaned into the pillow.   I kept up the unrelenting motion, driving my dick repeatedly deep inside her. Time seemed to stop as I became lost in the moment, relishing in the ecstasy of her tight, wet pussy.   I was able to keep up the frantic pace for a few minutes before I felt myself approaching the point of no return.   I began to slow, holding my breath as I fought off the impending orgasm.   As much was I was enjoying myself, I had other plans.

“Nooooo,” Danielle whined, as I ceased all motion and began to carefully withdraw my dick. “Don’t stop! I was sooo close!”

“Don’t worry,” I returned, slipping my hard, wet cock from her orgasm-starved pussy. “You’ll get yours soon enough.”

She was about to roll over and protest some more, but I stopped her with a simple placement of my hand.

“Stay in this position,” I told her, smiling to myself as I covetously eyed her tight little virgin asshole.

Danielle shot me a suspicious glare over her shoulder as I picked up the container of lubricant.

“So how did that finger feel in your ass?” I asked, reaching for the rubber dildo.  

“I...It was...okay..,” she answered tentatively, before narrowing her eyes with mistrust. “Why?”

“Because,” I began with a broad smile holding the dildo out above her.   “Now you’re going to try something a little bigger.”

Danielle let a short laugh slip out before shaking her head and muttering something to herself.

“I was waiting for that,” she stated knowingly.

I knew that anal was something Danielle was dreading.   I also had my suspicions that she knew I was going to get her to do it that night.   Maybe she just needed a situation like this to try all the things she had always wanted to do but was afraid to ask for?

  “You said ‘anything’,” I explained.  

“I know,” she returned meekly, burying her face in her hands. “Just go slow.”

“Actually,” I began, setting the dildo and lubricant down beside her. “You’re going to do it to yourself.”

Again she laughed as she shook her head in disbelief. I just shrugged my shoulders with a playful smile.

“I’m waaaiiiiiting.”

Resigned to the position of my partially-willing sex slave for the night, Danielle rose up to her knees and picked up the purple rubber dick.   She then flipped open the lube container and squirted a liberal amount onto the shaft as I watched with growing interest.   As she stroked her hand up and down, covering the toy with the slippery fluid I began a similar motion on my own dick.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said with a resigned tone, but with a smile on her face.

As Danielle resumed the position, I sat back contentedly to watch the show, my hand moving slowly up and down the shaft of my aching cock. Fumbling with the slippery dildo, she managed to get it into position, rubbing the large purple head back and forth between her cheeks, covering her tightly closed asshole with more of the slick, clear lubricant.   Then, with an embarrassed groan, she placed the rubber penis against her tiny virgin asshole and pushed.  

“Try to relax,” I suggested, sensing Danielle’s discomfort as she proceeded to slide the dildo into her butt.

She stopped for a second, took a deep breath and then continued.   As her asshole began to stretch around the purple shaft, the toy began to slowly disappear inside her.   After a few tentative inches, she withdrew back until only the bulbous rubber head remained trapped in her tight little ass. With a deep breath, she then forced it back inside, this time with a slightly faster pace as she became accustomed to the feeling.  

“Good,” I praised, watching with ever increasing arousal. “Here, let me help.”

As she began moving the dildo in and out with slow, deliberate strokes I reached between her legs and pressed two fingers firmly against her clit. She let out a subtle moan of approval and pushed the rubber cock a little deeper into her ass. As time progressed, Danielle’s comfort seemed to grow, and she was soon sliding most of the dildo into her tight little butthole.   My arousal, however, was also growing and I didn’t know how much longer I could resist sampling her enticing, virgin ass for myself.

When it seemed as if she had grown accustomed to the anal penetration, I began to ready myself by covering my throbbing cock in her pussy juices.

“Ok,” I stated, kneeling behind her. “Are you ready for the real thing?”

Without answering, Danielle slowly withdrew the dildo from her asshole, which closed up tightly once again.   I shuffled forward, my eyes hungrily locked on her tempting little pink star. Since she had already been warmed up, I wasted no time in pushing the head of my cock into her ass, feeling the tight muscular ring clamp down hard around my invading shaft.  

“Uhhhhh,” Danielle moaned as she felt her asshole being slowly filled once again.

I stopped to allow her to acclimatize to the increased pressure, before gently rocking back and forth, my shaft moving mere centimetres inside her. Gradually the centimetres gave way to inches as I pushed a little deeper with each thrust.   My hands held her cheeks splayed wide, allowing me a delightful view of my hard cock, slowly disappearing into Danielle’s virgin ass.  

Her intense moaning soon turned into a contented purring as she reached between her legs to slowly rub her clit with tiny circular motions of her fingers. When I felt her begin to relax a bit more, I started increasing the velocity as my gently rocking soon gave way to a slightly more forceful thrusting.   Her well-lubricated asshole still clutched my shaft with every movement, but allowed enough freedom for my dick to glide easily down its entire length.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she felt my balls settling against her dripping pussy lips, signifying that my cock had just been completely swallowed up by her virgin asshole.

“How does it feel?” I asked, rotating my hips to swivel my cock around inside her.

“G..good,” she managed to say, her eyes closed tightly and her teeth clenched in intense pleasure.

I pulled out slightly before driving my cock back inside, eliciting a startled gasp from Danielle’s pursed lips.   I repeated the motion, this time sliding a little further out of her ass before thrusting back inside.

“Ooh,” she moaned in a quiet, feminine tone that was both cute and sexy.

“Do you like my dick in your ass?” I asked, thrusting into her ass once again.

“Yes!” she moaned, her fingers still working diligently on her clit.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it!” she squealed in between sexy moans. “I love your cock in my asshole!”

I was actually surprised at the conviction of her response.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked, driving my cock deep into her butt once more.  

“Fuck yes!” she cried out. “I want to cum sooo bad!”

“Ok,” I said with a sly grin. “Then fuck me. I want you to fuck my dick with your tight little ass.”

With trembling arms, Danielle lifted her upper body from the bed into a four point position. Then, leaning forward, she slowly slid her tight asshole down my rigid cock before pushing back and once again burying me to the hilt.

“Mmmm,” I murmured, placing my hands on my hips. “That’s it.”

Again she rocked back and forth, repeatedly swallowing the entire length of my dick as she built up speed.

“Come on,” I coaxed with a light slap on her ass. “Make yourself cum. I want you to cum with my cock in your ass.”

“Oh god!!” she squealed, slapping her fleshy asscheeks into my thighs with increasing vigour. “Fuck me! Hard! I want you to fuck my ass hard and make me cum!”

Unable to resist her request, I began thrusting forward to meet her ass with each stroke. My dick driving deeply into her newly ravaged butthole.   My hands gripped her tightly, and I pulled her back onto my thrusting cock as she moaned and gasped with elation.  

“Oh my god, I’m cummmmiiiinnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!” she shrieked as her body tensed and shuddered with a long delayed orgasm.

As her muscles contracted, her hips straightened and her butt cheeks clamped together, forcing my dick to gradually slip out as she collapsed face down on the bed, her arm pinned underneath her sweaty, tired body.   Her breaths slowly became less erratic and deeper as her climax subsided, and her body gradually relaxed into a state of comfort once again.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”

Danielle let out a forced giggle and rolled over.

“It actually did kind of hurt,” she explained. “But as I got closer to cumming...I just didn’t care.”

I nodded in understanding.

“I don’t think I can do it anymore tonight though,” she continued.  

“That’s okay,” I complied. “There’s something else I wanted to try anyways.”

“What’s that?” she asked suspiciously. “Haven’t you already done pretty much everything you could possibly do to me?”

I just shook my head and smiled.

“Take off your corset and lay down on your back.”

She eyes me once again with mistrust, but in the afterglow of post climactic bliss, she had grown far too compliant to argue.   She did as she was told, first removing the white, tight fitting corset and finally freeing her plentiful breast from confinement.   She smiled as she lay back on the bed, a look of suspicious curiosity in her baby blue eyes.

I then took the bottle of lubricant once again, and squirted a generous amount onto her breasts, covering the both massive mounds with the clear, thick liquid.   Danielle’s eyes widened and she let out another short laugh as she realized my intent.   Without saying a work I swung a leg over her body so that I was straddling her chest, my rock-hard cock lying in between her ample tits.  

Without being told, she used her hands to press her breasts together, trapping my pulsing cock in between the two soft, slippery pillows.   Supporting myself by placing my hands on the headboard, I began sliding my dick in between her tits.

“So did you like getting ass fucked?” I asked as I fucked her breasts with long, smooth strokes.

“Uh huh,” she answered, her eyes glued to the image of my cock appearing and disappearing from between her two massive mounds.  

“Did it make you feel dirty?”


“How dirty?”

“Really, really dirty,” she answered, starting to play along. “I felt like a dirty little slut, getting butt fucked while wearing my wedding lingerie.”

My balls began to tingle.

“Are you going to let your husband fuck your ass?”

Danielle bit her bottom lip, casting me a shy expression.

“Maybe....,” she said tentatively. “Or...I’ll leave it will just for you?”

The tingling sensation increased.

“Oh yeah?” I said, smiling down into her beautiful face. “Tell me more. I want you to talk to me and make me cum.”

“I loved being on my knees in front of you,” she continued. “I felt so dirty being on my knees with your cock in my mouth while you took pictures.

I was getting close.

“And I loved it when you grabbed my head and fucked my mouth, sliding your big, hard cock in and out. And then when you grabbed my hair and came in my mouth!   I loved it! I love being dirty with you! I love having you make me do dirty, slutty things.”

Almost there.

Making me suck your balls...and making me finger my own ass while you fuck me from behind...”

“Uggghhhhh,” I groaned as my thrust forward, spearing Danielle’s lips with my cock and sending a wet stream of hot cum splashing across her mouth.

I pulled back a little as my next shot arced up onto her forehead, laying a thin white line across her face. She closed her eyes just in time as my third stream splattered against her eyelid.   As she tilted her head upwards to avoid the bombardment, another shot stuck her under the chin before running down her neck. As the intensity of each successive spurt waned, I pressed her tits together firmly, milking out the final few drops that simply dribbled out to collect in a small, opaque, white pool on her upper chest.  

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed beside her as she wiped the cum from around her eyes with a playful giggle. There were a few minutes of awkward silence before I rose from the bed to fetch a towel. After a quick cleanup, Danielle’s mood changed significantly.   She remained completely quiet as she dressed, a look of worry spreading across her face.

“What’s up?” I asked with mild concern.

“Nothing,” she said curtly.   “I just have to go. I need to get home and shower before Greg gets home.”

As she finished dressing, she gathered her things and headed for the door. As she was just about to exit the room, she stopped and turned to face me.



“You know that this is never, ever going to happen again right?”

I nodded.

She turned quickly and left the room.   A few seconds later I heard the front door open. Then close.

As I lay back in my bed, I reached for my camera and started looking through the pictures I had taken.

“Never happen again?” I muttered to myself.    “We’ll see about that.”


The End



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