Rachel's anal beads

Rachel & I had a date and I was really looking forward to it.  It’d been a while since we’d seen one another and since most of our meetings got hot and heavy, I had high hopes for this one too.

Then a spreadsheet disappeared as I was working on it - stupid fucking server - and since I needed to get it done, I had to stay and re-do it.  I rang Rachel, who sounded really disappointed, said goodbye to colleagues as they left for the evening and resigned myself to a takeaway and a wank.

At a little after seven, I went into the copy room to get something and when I got back to my office, I noticed the door was open.  Assuming it was the cleaner, I didn’t think much of it until I realised I could smell Rachel’s perfume.  Smiling, I pushed open the door and there she was.

She was leaning over as if to pick something up off the floor, her legs spread slightly and instead of bending her knees, she’d bent at the waist. She was wearing an pale blouse, a short skirt and black heels. I took in her shapely legs, stared at her firm thighs and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she bent further and her skirt rode up over her arse revealing her glistening pussy lips.  She was going commando!

Rachel pulled her skirt up to her waist and it took me a moment to work out what I was looking at – there seemed to be something white sticking out of her arse. Then I clicked and my cock started to grow and I looked at the string of the anal beads and smiled. She turned slightly, smiling.

"Hello office boy, I need you to fix my toner. It’s stuck and I need you to give it a pull.”

I laughed, walked over and slapped her right buttock.

“Hey Pete, what do you think, do you like this? I wanted to try something new.”

I flicked the string that hung out of her shiny arsehole - she’d used plenty of lube.  “I like it, how many do you have in?”

She laughed.  “That’s for me to know and you to find out.  So come on, pull them out.”

I took hold of the string and slowly began to pull. She moved her body, towards me and back, as if tantalising herself as the chain in her arse moved. I put a two fingers on either side of her arsehole - making her gasp - and pulled a bit more, harder now, until one of the bright green beads popped out.  Size-wise it was somewhere between a marble and a ping-pong ball and she groaned as it slid out.

”Oh fuck,” she gasped, “keep going, that feels so good.”

I kept pulling until the second popped out of her arse, then a third, fourth and fifth. That was the last and I held the string up, looking at the beads and then at Rachel’s arsehole as it moved back into shape. I licked my finger and slid it in, making her gasp. She reached back and grabbed my cock through my trousers.

“You pulled them out and that’s left a space I need you to fill, office boy.”

“I’m there,” I said and quickly slid my trousers down.

She turned and we kissed as I kicked my trousers off and she pulled my boxers down. She moved back, licking her lips and took my cock in both her hands. It grew a little more and I moved, wanking myself with her hands, which made her laugh.

“Look what I found – he looks all swollen. Perhaps I can soothe him."

Rachel knelt and slid her mouth over my cock. It took my breath away, as it always does, to feel her wet, warm mouth and tongue working their magic on me. I slid my hands into her thick hair, pulling her towards me.

She let go of my cock and blew lightly on the head, then licked her way down to gently suck on my balls. She kept going until I was moaning with pleasure, then she leaned back and nodded approvingly.

"I think you're ready for someplace a little tighter."

She stood and sat on the edge of my desk, hiking her skirt up over her hips. Spreading her legs, she laid back and spread her legs wide.

"Come fuck me,” she said, softly. I tried to take everything in and she pulled up her blouse, showing off her bra. I hooked my hand into the left cup and popped her tit out. “Kinky,” she said, then I ran my hands down her belly and slid my fingers into her juiced up pussy.  Some of the lube she must have used for the beads had clearly slid down - as ever, she’d been a messy girl. She was ready. I took hold of her hips, positioned myself between her legs and, ever so slowly, pushed in.

Rachel groaned softly as I slid back out until I was almost clear, before ramming back into her deeply. She grunted and I started fucking her, playing with her tit, kissing her, nibbling her neck and ear lobes. I hiked her legs up, opening her pussy further and reached down, to slide my finger over her pulsing arsehole. She grunted as I slid my finger in, making her writhe. I pushed another finger in, gently and she grabbed me tightly, biting into my shoulder.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

I finger-fucked her arse as I continued to pound her pussy.  This was too much – too fucking good – and I thought my balls were going to explode when I felt Rachel’s muscles clench around my cock. I fucked her harder, faster, my fingers still in her arse.  Quickly, she groaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder as she came.

She arched her back and I kept pumping until it was too much and I came in her cunt, leaning forward and resting my head on her tit. I stayed like that for a while as she stroked my hair, then I slowly slid my fingers out of her arse and pulled my cock out of her pussy.

“So,” she said brightly, “have you finished all your work?”

Kate's arse

I’d seen Kate a couple of times and we got on well. After the third date, we started sleeping over - a nice meal, a few glasses of wine, a shag and then off in the morning. After a week or so, whilst we were engaging in pillow talk, she confessed that she’d love to try anal sex but was worried that it’d hurt. I was no help, on the few occasions I’ve tried it, it has been painful. Kate had read that a massage often helped to relax, so I offered.

“Would you mind?” she asked.

“Of course not.”

“And I have a butt plug I picked up from an Ann Summers party, we could perhaps use that to open me up, see how it goes.”

I couldn’t wait. Our next date was the Wednesday and after I arrived at hers, we had a meal and sat chatting and then I offered to start the massage. She was more than up for it, so we went up to her bedroom, put a towel down and I told her to strip off and lay down. I got the oil and butt plug from the bathroom and made a start.

Not wanting to freak her out, I started at her neck and shoulders, then worked my way down her back on to her legs. I used long, hard strokes and took my times, enjoying the light mewling noises she was making. I made wide loops across her buttocks, moving down her legs to her toes, then back up.

“Work on my arse,” she muttered dreamily and so I did, pressing deep and hard, really working into the muscles.

That process kept her cheeks opening and closing, showing off her arsehole and the lower portion of her pussy lips. I kept working the cheeks, pushing deeper between them with each stroke until I couldn’t help but hold them open to stare at her hole. I bent forward and kissed it gently and then began lightly biting her buttocks. Her murmurs of appreciation spurred me on, so I licked my index finger and bent forward again.

Kate positioned herself so that she was more comfortable, pushing her arse up as she did so and as I licked and kissed her buttocks, I tapped her arsehole gently with my finger. The first time, she groaned out loud but the more I did it, the more the groans became purrs. I kept pressing, harder and harder until my finger slid inside her. I pushed it in to the knuckle, still kissing and licking her and she said, “Oh fucking hell, Pete, fucking hell.”

I picked up the butt plug. It was black, fairly short in length but quite thick at the largest part before retreating to a narrow neck. I rubbed a liberal amount of oil on it and then rubbed my oily hands all over her saliva covered asshole. Spreading her cheeks with my fingers, I began to rub and touch the tip of the plug to her hole. I felt just a little tensing from her and rubbed gently for a little longer, letting her return to full comfort.

“Relax and enjoy it,” I said and started to push the tip of the plug inside her.

I waited for her to get comfortable, then worked the tip in and out going deeper with each stroke. Her hole looked very sweet as it continued to relent and allow the plug to go further. I heard a small groan as the widest part was reached. Giving her time, letting her cheeks close around the plug and my hand, I rubbed her cheeks with my free hand.

“Yes,” she gasped, “go on, push it.”

I started stroking her again with my hand, pulling her cheeks as wide as I could and put pressure on the plug. It sank further and wow, what a sight. The wide portion breached her and the plug sank fully into her and she moaned.

”Okay, flip over onto your back.”

I helped her move and most of the movements made her shiver. “That feels so good in my arse,” she said, “I never knew it’d feel like that.”

I laid her down, smeared more oil on my hands and began to massage her. I spent a lot of time on her tits, rubbing them and the nipples until they stood proud. I worked further down her body, avoiding her pussy, working on her thighs and legs and feet. Every now and again, her toes would curl.

I moved up her legs and decided now it was time to start working on her pussy. I worked her outer lips, gently moving them back and forth and up and down until she was biting her lips and moaning. Then I parted them, touching the inner lips and her clit. There was a lot of juice there, it was literally trickling down her arse.

As I rubbed her, slowly wanking her off, the sounds she was making were just amazing to listen to. I reached down and moved the plug slightly, trying to keep up a rhythm.

My cock was rock hard now, but I tried to forget about it, wanting to finish Kate off and see what happened next. I started to play more seriously with her clit, licking it and sucking it and the harder I pressed, the more rapid her breathing got. Within minutes, I felt her tense and her legs began to twitch.

With her clit between my lips, my tongue flicking at the tip and my hands wrapped under her touching the plug, she tensed completely and came with a wonderful full body shaking. I stopped licking her, knowing how sensitive she got and resumed some light massage on her belly until her breathing returned to normal.

She opened her eyes and smiled lazily at me. “How about if I roll over again?”

I kissed her deeply, pulled off my shirt and slid my trousers and boxers down. She grabbed my cock, wanking it lightly. “That’d be great,” I said.

I helped her roll onto her front and she pushed her arse up while I slid a pillow under her belly. I checked her arse. More oil had dribbled around the plug and I began to move it around, then slowly and carefully began to remove it from her arsehole.

Her arse began to close so I slid a finger gently inside. It felt wonderful. My cock was raging by then, so I slid a condom on, slicked some of the oil over it and positioned myself on the bed.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said.

“Fuck me, Pete….”

I propped myself up, hands on either side of her and slid my cock up and down between her cheeks. I leaned back, knelt up and looked down. The head of my cock touched her arsehole, making it pulse slightly. I leaned forward, taking my weight on my arms and pressed my cock against her sphincter. I leaned further, nibbling her shoulder and put my mouth beside her ear.

“This looks great, my cock is sliding into your arse.”

“Does it look good?”

“Fucking brilliant.”

I pushed and she gasped as her arse relented and I slid in until my balls were against her wet pussy. It was so tight, it was fucking incredibly and I felt so horny I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d last. I began to move, slowly thrusting into her and moved so that I could play with her clit at the same time.

I wish I could say that I lasted for hours but it wouldn’t be true. I flicked her clit like I was an Olympian and as soon as she’d cum again, her arse pinching my cock, I came too. I kept pumping inside her, not wanting this to end and then dipped my head forward, to kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Was that what you expected?” I asked, once I’d got my breath back. “Because it was better than I thought it was going to be, much better.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “we’re going to do that again!”

Rachel's anal beads

Rachel & I had a date and I was really looking forward to it.  It’d been a while since we’d seen one another and since most of our meetings got hot and heavy, I had high hopes for this one too.

Then a spreadsheet disappeared as I was working on it - stupid fucking server - and since I needed to get it done, I had to stay and re-do it.  I rang Rachel, who sounded really disappointed, said goodbye to colleagues as they left for the evening and resigned myself to a takeaway and a wank.

At a little after seven, I went into the copy room to get something and when I got back to my office, I noticed the door was open.  Assuming it was the cleaner, I didn’t think much of it until I realised I could smell Rachel’s perfume.  Smiling, I pushed open the door and there she was.

She was leaning over as if to pick something up off the floor, her legs spread slightly and instead of bending her knees, she’d bent at the waist. She was wearing an pale blouse, a short skirt and black heels. I took in her shapely legs, stared at her firm thighs and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she bent further and her skirt rode up over her arse revealing her glistening pussy lips.  She was going commando!

Rachel pulled her skirt up to her waist and it took me a moment to work out what I was looking at – there seemed to be something white sticking out of her arse. Then I clicked and my cock started to grow and I looked at the string of the anal beads and smiled. She turned slightly, smiling.

"Hello office boy, I need you to fix my toner. It’s stuck and I need you to give it a pull.”

I laughed, walked over and slapped her right buttock.

“Hey Pete, what do you think, do you like this? I wanted to try something new.”

I flicked the string that hung out of her shiny arsehole - she’d used plenty of lube.  “I like it, how many do you have in?”

She laughed.  “That’s for me to know and you to find out.  So come on, pull them out.”

I took hold of the string and slowly began to pull. She moved her body, towards me and back, as if tantalising herself as the chain in her arse moved. I put a two fingers on either side of her arsehole - making her gasp - and pulled a bit more, harder now, until one of the bright green beads popped out.  Size-wise it was somewhere between a marble and a ping-pong ball and she groaned as it slid out.

”Oh fuck,” she gasped, “keep going, that feels so good.”

I kept pulling until the second popped out of her arse, then a third, fourth and fifth. That was the last and I held the string up, looking at the beads and then at Rachel’s arsehole as it moved back into shape. I licked my finger and slid it in, making her gasp. She reached back and grabbed my cock through my trousers.

“You pulled them out and that’s left a space I need you to fill, office boy.”

“I’m there,” I said and quickly slid my trousers down.

She turned and we kissed as I kicked my trousers off and she pulled my boxers down. She moved back, licking her lips and took my cock in both her hands. It grew a little more and I moved, wanking myself with her hands, which made her laugh.

“Look what I found – he looks all swollen. Perhaps I can soothe him."

Rachel knelt and slid her mouth over my cock. It took my breath away, as it always does, to feel her wet, warm mouth and tongue working their magic on me. I slid my hands into her thick hair, pulling her towards me.

She let go of my cock and blew lightly on the head, then licked her way down to gently suck on my balls. She kept going until I was moaning with pleasure, then she leaned back and nodded approvingly.

"I think you're ready for someplace a little tighter."

She stood and sat on the edge of my desk, hiking her skirt up over her hips. Spreading her legs, she laid back and spread her legs wide.

"Come fuck me,” she said, softly. I tried to take everything in and she pulled up her blouse, showing off her bra. I hooked my hand into the left cup and popped her tit out. “Kinky,” she said, then I ran my hands down her belly and slid my fingers into her juiced up pussy.  Some of the lube she must have used for the beads had clearly slid down - as ever, she’d been a messy girl. She was ready. I took hold of her hips, positioned myself between her legs and, ever so slowly, pushed in.

Rachel groaned softly as I slid back out until I was almost clear, before ramming back into her deeply. She grunted and I started fucking her, playing with her tit, kissing her, nibbling her neck and ear lobes. I hiked her legs up, opening her pussy further and reached down, to slide my finger over her pulsing arsehole. She grunted as I slid my finger in, making her writhe. I pushed another finger in, gently and she grabbed me tightly, biting into my shoulder.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

I finger-fucked her arse as I continued to pound her pussy.  This was too much – too fucking good – and I thought my balls were going to explode when I felt Rachel’s muscles clench around my cock. I fucked her harder, faster, my fingers still in her arse.  Quickly, she groaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder as she came.

She arched her back and I kept pumping until it was too much and I came in her cunt, leaning forward and resting my head on her tit. I stayed like that for a while as she stroked my hair, then I slowly slid my fingers out of her arse and pulled my cock out of her pussy.

“So,” she said brightly, “have you finished all your work?”

Lots of fun with Kate's arse!

I’d seen Kate a couple of times and we got on well. After the third date, we started sleeping over - a nice meal, a few glasses of wine, a shag and then off in the morning. After a week or so, whilst we were engaging in pillow talk, she confessed that she’d love to try anal sex but was worried that it’d hurt. I was no help, on the few occasions I’ve tried it, it has been painful. Kate had read that a massage often helped to relax, so I offered.

“Would you mind?” she asked.

“Of course not.”

“And I have a butt plug I picked up from an Ann Summers party, we could perhaps use that to open me up, see how it goes.”

I couldn’t wait. Our next date was the Wednesday and after I arrived at hers, we had a meal and sat chatting and then I offered to start the massage. She was more than up for it, so we went up to her bedroom, put a towel down and I told her to strip off and lay down. I got the oil and butt plug from the bathroom and made a start.

Not wanting to freak her out, I started at her neck and shoulders, then worked my way down her back on to her legs. I used long, hard strokes and took my times, enjoying the light mewling noises she was making. I made wide loops across her buttocks, moving down her legs to her toes, then back up.

“Work on my arse,” she muttered dreamily and so I did, pressing deep and hard, really working into the muscles.

That process kept her cheeks opening and closing, showing off her arsehole and the lower portion of her pussy lips. I kept working the cheeks, pushing deeper between them with each stroke until I couldn’t help but hold them open to stare at her hole. I bent forward and kissed it gently and then began lightly biting her buttocks. Her murmurs of appreciation spurred me on, so I licked my index finger and bent forward again.

Kate positioned herself so that she was more comfortable, pushing her arse up as she did so and as I licked and kissed her buttocks, I tapped her arsehole gently with my finger. The first time, she groaned out loud but the more I did it, the more the groans became purrs. I kept pressing, harder and harder until my finger slid inside her. I pushed it in to the knuckle, still kissing and licking her and she said, “Oh fucking hell, Pete, fucking hell.”

I picked up the butt plug. It was black, fairly short in length but quite thick at the largest part before retreating to a narrow neck. I rubbed a liberal amount of oil on it and then rubbed my oily hands all over her saliva covered asshole. Spreading her cheeks with my fingers, I began to rub and touch the tip of the plug to her hole. I felt just a little tensing from her and rubbed gently for a little longer, letting her return to full comfort.

“Relax and enjoy it,” I said and started to push the tip of the plug inside her.

I waited for her to get comfortable, then worked the tip in and out going deeper with each stroke. Her hole looked very sweet as it continued to relent and allow the plug to go further. I heard a small groan as the widest part was reached. Giving her time, letting her cheeks close around the plug and my hand, I rubbed her cheeks with my free hand.

“Yes,” she gasped, “go on, push it.”

I started stroking her again with my hand, pulling her cheeks as wide as I could and put pressure on the plug. It sank further and wow, what a sight. The wide portion breached her and the plug sank fully into her and she moaned.

”Okay, flip over onto your back.”

I helped her move and most of the movements made her shiver. “That feels so good in my arse,” she said, “I never knew it’d feel like that.”

I laid her down, smeared more oil on my hands and began to massage her. I spent a lot of time on her tits, rubbing them and the nipples until they stood proud. I worked further down her body, avoiding her pussy, working on her thighs and legs and feet. Every now and again, her toes would curl.

I moved up her legs and decided now it was time to start working on her pussy. I worked her outer lips, gently moving them back and forth and up and down until she was biting her lips and moaning. Then I parted them, touching the inner lips and her clit. There was a lot of juice there, it was literally trickling down her arse.

As I rubbed her, slowly wanking her off, the sounds she was making were just amazing to listen to. I reached down and moved the plug slightly, trying to keep up a rhythm.

My cock was rock hard now, but I tried to forget about it, wanting to finish Kate off and see what happened next. I started to play more seriously with her clit, licking it and sucking it and the harder I pressed, the more rapid her breathing got. Within minutes, I felt her tense and her legs began to twitch.

With her clit between my lips, my tongue flicking at the tip and my hands wrapped under her touching the plug, she tensed completely and came with a wonderful full body shaking. I stopped licking her, knowing how sensitive she got and resumed some light massage on her belly until her breathing returned to normal.

She opened her eyes and smiled lazily at me. “How about if I roll over again?”

I kissed her deeply, pulled off my shirt and slid my trousers and boxers down. She grabbed my cock, wanking it lightly. “That’d be great,” I said.

I helped her roll onto her front and she pushed her arse up while I slid a pillow under her belly. I checked her arse. More oil had dribbled around the plug and I began to move it around, then slowly and carefully began to remove it from her arsehole.

Her arse began to close so I slid a finger gently inside. It felt wonderful. My cock was raging by then, so I slid a condom on, slicked some of the oil over it and positioned myself on the bed.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said.

“Fuck me, Jack….”

I propped myself up, hands on either side of her and slid my cock up and down between her cheeks. I leaned back, knelt up and looked down. The head of my cock touched her arsehole, making it pulse slightly. I leaned forward, taking my weight on my arms and pressed my cock against her sphincter. I leaned further, nibbling her shoulder and put my mouth beside her ear.

“This looks great, my cock is sliding into your arse.”

“Does it look good?”

“Fucking brilliant.”

I pushed and she gasped as her arse relented and I slid in until my balls were against her wet pussy. It was so tight, it was fucking incredibly and I felt so horny I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d last. I began to move, slowly thrusting into her and moved so that I could play with her clit at the same time.

I wish I could say that I lasted for hours but it wouldn’t be true. I flicked her clit like I was an Olympian and as soon as she’d cum again, her arse pinching my cock, I came too. I kept pumping inside her, not wanting this to end and then dipped my head forward, to kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Was that what you expected?” I asked, once I’d got my breath back. “Because it was better than I thought it was going to be, much better.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “we’re going to do that again!”