aka Booty Call Rated: nc-17 Yes, it is true... I wrote more post 513 porn...
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He pushes in without preparing me. The lube on the condom is not nearly enough. The pain radiates out from my asshole all the way to my toes.
It feels perfect. It feels exactly the way it should feel and exactly the way it hasn't felt in almost two months.
Too fucking long.
When I told him that on the phone a few days ago he laughed.
"Can't find anyone to fuck you properly in the big city."
"No, I need you to come do it."
"That can certainly be arranged."
"Fuck, I should have asked weeks ago."
"Yeah, you should have."
I can't help thinking how hot the second fuck is going to be considering the abuse my hole is taking right now. Doesn't matter how much lube he uses I'm going to be so sore, I'll feel every bit of it. He knows that's what I want. I want to feel him days after he's gone. When I call him to tell him I still feel him in my ass he'll make a crack about how big his dick is.
Right this minute I'm feeling every inch of it as he fucks me over the back of my shitty Salvation Army couch. I know I'll have fabric burns over half my body, but he's been in my apartment for less then ten minutes and I'm seconds away from the best orgasm I've had in months.
I come all over the rough fabric and he just keeps pounding into me. I wonder how the hell he is holding back and I have a brief image of him jerking off in the back of some slick black town car on the way from the airport.
"You're going to come again Justin."
Of course I am.
He's fucking me so hard I can't breathe and I'm not sure, but I think there are tears on my face.
When he's ready for me to come again he maneuvers us to make enough space between my body and the couch to grab my dick. He comes when I do, with his face pressed against the curve of my neck.
He pants against me for a few minutes but when I move to stand up straight his hands move to my hips.
He falls to his knees on my worn hardwood floors and pushes my legs further apart. I can't come again right now. It is impossible, but his tongue makes me believe.
My hole is stretched from his dick and his tongue slides in easily, touches me inside. His hands pull my ass wide and he buries his face in me completely.
My legs are shaking, it's too fucking much. I'm begging, for something, I'm not even sure what anymore. But he knows. He slides a finger in and strokes my prostate while his tongue touches me everywhere it can reach.
I come again.
I don't feel like I can move, but somehow we end up in the shower.
"Was that what you had in mind?"
"It was OK."
"OK huh? I guess I'll have to try harder next time."
"If you try any harder you might kill me."
He kisses me.
"We wouldn't want that. I'd have to go find someone else to fuck for the next few days."
"Exactly how many days is a few?"
"Some irritating person pointed out that as CEO I'm allowed to take a real vacation."