A Most Unusual Morning
by An Awful Cad
©
MF, Oral, Anal, Cheat
The following tale is part of the series "A Most Unusual Day." Each
of the parts stands independently, although together they tell a broader story.
I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well.
Disclaimer: Its porn.
Dont read it if it might offend you, if it's illegal for you, or if you have
an actual or mental age of less than 18.
My day had begun in unusual fashion. My loving
but unadventurous wife of 15 years had wakened me with an unsolicited handjob.
It was the first time she had done that. Ever. It was a great handjob, and a
great way to wake up, but I was feeling confused.
Several days earlier we had had a frank
conversation about our sex lives, the first such talk of our marriage, and
realized that neither of us was satisfied. We had made a plan to be more open
and communicative when it came to sex, and had made an explicit plan to share
our previously overlooked desires and fantasies and see if we could make up for
lost time by making them come true. But still, I was confused. Did she think
this was my fantasy? Was it hers?
I had a series of conflicting emotions. Happy
that she had taken the initiative to introduce this wonderful treat into my
life. Curious about her motives. Melancholy that I had missed out on this for
so long until now. And above all, disoriented by the sheer surprise and
intensity of it all. But I didn't have time to reconcile these feelings,
because the controlled chaos that is our morning routine began with the
frenzied precision of an aircraft carrier leaving port, and I was consumed in
the wake.
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A little while later I was standing at the
counter of my mechanic's jumbled shop. He was shouting in Farsi. Nothing much
unusual about that, here in the suburbs of greater "Irangeles." That
was pretty much his usual condition. But this time he was shouting at a
customer. A woman. A genuine Persian Princess, California-style.
I saw a blaze of rhinestone-encrusted Chanel
sunglasses flash by as she whirled away from the counter with a pout and an odd
"thumbs up" gesture that had to have been some sort of insult. She
made an unusual contrast with the grubby shop in her skintight Versace pants
and jacket. Her fingers glittered with the dowry of a true Mesopotamian
princess from the days of Hammurabi (or perhaps modern
She dropped in the inflatable blue promotional
"Goodyear" chair by the wall with a huff and, not surprisingly, I
heard the angry click of her cell-phone opening.
Simon gestured me towards the counter with an
annoyed look on his face. "Sorry. So sorry." he said with a shrug.
"Not a problem" I replied calmly.
"She looks like a piece of work." I intoned, with a raised eyebrow.
"My uncle's wife." He explained
conspiratorially. "I have to fix her car for free and she's angry that she
has to wait 10 minutes for me to free up someone to drive her home. Of course,
if she were really in a hurry, she lives less than a mile away...
"So," he continued, "I gotta be
honest with you, it's gonna be a little while before I can get to your car. You
wanna bring it back tomorrow instead?"
"Sure" I answered, grateful for his
honesty, so rare and unusual among his profession. "No problem."
I turned and headed for the door where I found
the Princess hurling one last guttural insult into the maw of her cell phone as
she slammed it shut.
Some bizarre hand of fate grabbed me and stopped
me in my tracks, squeezed my diaphragm and seemingly forced me to blurt out a
tentative question. "Excuse me. Could I give you a lift somewhere?"
She gave me a piercing stare, taking me in from
head to toe. I wasn't going to be featured on the cover of 'Los Angeles'
Magazine any time soon, but apparently my Bloomingdales house-brand suit was
well-tailored enough to pass her inspection. She looked in my eyes and then
slowly turned to glare at Simon, who I now realized was her nephew, even though
he had to be at least 15 years her senior.
Her nostrils flared as she stared him down.
"That would be very NICE." She said coolly. She turned with a
flourish of her 350 dollar coiffure and stalked for the door, as if she knew
where she was heading.
About three minutes later, we were idling in
front of the gates of a massive white mansion. The towering white columns which
were visible through the wrought-iron bars made the house resemble something
from another ancient Mediterranean culture. Not a word had been spoken.
"Here, use this" she said abruptly,
handing me a small plastic card which I waved in front of the box on the side
of the driveway. The imposing portal slowly swung open.
"Please come inside" she said firmly,
when I stopped in front of the huge front door. "I'd like to thank you
with a cup of coffee."
This was certainly one of the most unusual
experiences ever to befall a pasty Caucasian lad with thinning hair in the
inexorable grip of middle age such as myself, so I turned the key to silence
the motor. As I was still feeling the warm glow of my morning handjob, my motives
were less lascivious than they might have been some other time. Mostly I was
curious about this exquisite creature and what she could possibly want with me.
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I looked around as I followed her into the house.
It was hard to tear my eyes away from her sashaying ass as we navigated the
stairs to the door, but an enormous pair of marble lions vied for my attention.
They lost. She had an incredible ass. Flaring hips tapering into mile-long
legs, with just the right amount of curvature to create that hypnotizing shimmy
with every step. The smooth surface presented by the skin-tight fabric
suggested that she was wearing nothing underneath. My thoughts turned to the
possibility of finding out that answer first-hand. Lust had once again entered
the picture. Where was this unusual and unexpected invitation leading?
A life-sized alabaster statue of a naked woman
thrust her breasts at us as soon as we entered the house. What seemed to be
acres of glittering black and gold-trimmed furniture floated on a sea of white
shag carpet.
We entered a kitchen the size of my house and
soon she was thrusting two rigid nipples covered in painted-on Juicy Couture
T-shirt plus a small cup of ink-black coffee into my general direction. When
she spooned two teaspoons of sugar into her cup, I did the same before sipping
the pungent brew.
She took off her semi-frosted glasses, allowing
me to see her whole face for the first time. She wore enough beauty products to
outfit a touring production of Aida, but the lavender eye shadow and glittery
powder did nothing to hide her incredible beauty.
"I am Aliyah." She stated simply.
"Thank you for helping me. Simon can be such an ass sometimes." She
tossed her mane again and rolled her head in a stretching motion. This had the
effect of thrusting her chest out, straining the buttons of her Versace top and
leaving her looking somewhat like a clothed version of the statue in the foyer.
Straightening her neck, she fixed me with a
purposeful stare and wet her lips to speak. "I feel dirty from being in
that place. Would you like to take a shower with me?"
Now this was beyond unusual. My brain was
suddenly overloaded with the firing of a million synapses at once. A thousand
questions jostled for attention. "Could this be happening? Why me? Was she
just trying to piss off her husband, who would then have me killed by some
thugs and dropped in a desolate canyon somewhere? Was my wife somehow testing
me? Rewarding me? Should I vocalize any of the questions and risk breaking whatever
spell we were under?"
While I wrestled with my thoughts, Aliyah put
down her cup and walked out of the kitchen to the enormous sweeping staircase
that led upstairs.
"Come with me." It was somewhere
between a command and a request.
'I'd like to do exactly that.' I thought to
myself, watching her curves undulate smoothly away from me. The distinct
possibility that I was being seduced by this walking wet dream produced a sort
of euphoria in me that overrode my better judgment, as well as my surging feelings
of guilt. My cock, still sore from the prior activities, came to life with a
throb. Twice in less than three hours could I do that? It seemed that I might
find out, as I arose from the table and followed her, my body seemingly moving
at its own accord.
I was not so enraptured as to ignore a good
enabling rationalization. While perhaps it had not been an explicit fantasy of
mine to be seduced by a gorgeous Persian femme fatale, this was clearly a once-in-a-lifetime
kind of experience and hopefully, if it came to that, Jennifer would accept it
that way. While it wasn't a very good excuse, it was sufficient to allow me to
leave my guilt behind as I followed Aliyah towards the stairs. Undoubtedly I could
retrieve it on my way out...
Aliyah's tight ass swayed in exaggerated fashion
as she sashayed up the sweeping spiral staircase. 'I've seen this a dozen times
in porn videos,' I thought, 'and now I'm living it!'
I had another moment of doubt as I watched her
impossibly perfect ass sway inches from my face. No panty lines there to mar
the smooth magnificence of those taut orbs and no way this could possibly be
happening could it? No matter. I was going to play this hand a little while
longer. I could feel the saliva literally pooling in my mouth as I imagined
running my tongue between those shimmering cheeks in front of me. Any doubts
about my ability to perform vanished instantly.
When I crested the top of the stairs, I looked
around for Aliyah. I was confronted by a long curving hallway, with more plush
white carpet and "museum-quality" walls fading into the distance like
some kind of De Chirico painting. Light poured out of one doorway and I moved
towards it.
It's not often that I think about the physical
power of beauty. Usually it was more of an annoying pain in my side, a constant
roar the omnipresent whining of a thousand media harpies all shrieking
"look at me aren't I pretty!" But this was the ancient, pure strain
of beauty, primal and untainted by commercialism, which I was consuming uncut,
straight into the vein. I stared agog, as my mind turned to mush.
She had removed her Versace jeans and shirt and
now stood in front of me in a scanty white thong and half bra. Her hips were
angled slightly and her long burnished legs stretched to a point, accenting her
perfect hourglass shape.
Her stomach was a flawless sea of skin, while the
firm mounds of her creamy breasts asserted themselves boldly over the tops of
the barely resisting brassiere. She affixed me with a dark-eyed stare that
could only be described as smoldering and asked, "You like it?"
I was jolted back to reality by her words.
"Hell yeah, I like it." I blurted. "Let me see the rest of
it."
She gave me a wry smile and slowly rotated, first
thrusting her luscious tits and dark, dart-tipped nipples directly at me and
then, with a turn of her smooth shoulder she pirouetted to display her back
side. I was now confronted with the reality of that perfect ass I had imagined
only seconds earlier.
"Take that off." I commanded.
"What, this?" she asked, hooking her
long sparkling nail under the wispy string of her thong and pulling it slightly
away from her body.
"That. And all of it."
She leaned down and bent her knee to remove the
offending fabric, pushing her gorgeous ass cheeks towards me and gently parting
the cleft of her smooth flanks to reveal the luscious fruit inside. Two
delectable slices of ripe peach, hung there, tantalizing me, and above them, a
darker patch of that fertile valley hinted at the crinkled pucker of her anus.
"Excellent!" I proclaimed. "Keep
going."
She reached back to unfasten the bra, causing her
sinewy back to ripple and reveal the unblemished slope of her clavicle.
Teasingly loosening the lacy fabric, she slowly revealed her burgeoning mounds,
confronting me with the urgency of her hard nipples.
"You like my tits?" she asked,
coarsely, holding them up for inspection. "You men are always so
fascinated with tits. I'm not sure what the attraction is."
In response I pounced, diving on her swelling
chest and fastening my mouth directly on one of those delicious gumdrop
nipples. Aliyah gasped at the strength of the sensation as I sucked fiercely on
her tender nub. With one hand I palmed her other breast and squeezed roughly.
She shuddered at the intensity and went momentarily rigid.
I maintained a steady firm suction on her teat
while my free hand traced the silky curve of her back around the smooth bend of
her waist and sweeping flare of her hips until coming to rest on the perfect
sphere of her ass. I could feel her nipple distending inside my mouth and
abruptly pulled my mouth away with a pop, again causing Aliyah to gasp.
With that incredible sound ringing in my ears, I
straightened up to gauge her response. Her eyes were bright and focused,
engaging me directly, but warily. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with her
excitement and I could see the mottled discoloration I had left on her swollen
nipple. I felt the thrill of the hunt surge through my veins. We were hunter
circling hunted, looking for an opening to land the final blow. But which of us
was which?
She brushed her hair back with both hands which
had the effect of waving her mouthwatering tits right in my face. Before she
could make her next move, I dove right back onto her other breast and fastened
on to the other gumdrop I found there.
Sliding my hand around her hips to her groin I
discovered that she was perfectly smooth -- shaven cleaner than an operating
room table! And she was hot. Smoking. A fire pouring out from between her legs
along with a thick coat of her pungent secretions. I immediately plunged my
hand into her steaming furrow and slid it along her slippery lips.
Feeling her awash in pussy cream, I pressed
forward with two fingers, driving them into her cavern up to the first knuckle.
This time the gasp sounded more like a moan. I pushed on until my fingers were
fully seated in her channel. Right away I rotated my wrist to bring my thumb
down firmly on her pubic bone, capturing her swollen clit directly under my
thumb. I rolled it from side to side like a marble while plunging my fingers in
and out of her sloshy hole and after only a few strokes she began to orgasm.
I kept up the pressure as she spasmed, grinding
my thumb against her clit in time with each paroxysm. Aliyah threw her arms
around my neck and crushed my head against her chest so hard that for a moment
I thought I might be smothered by her magnificent tit-flesh. As her orgasm
subsided, Aliyah's legs wobbled and I put my free hand around her for support.
I relinquished my lip-lock on her teat and slowly
stood up. Aliyah's eyes were now half closed and she was panting heavily. I
withdrew my cum-slickened fingers from her pussy and slid them slowly up her
body. She squirmed momentarily when I painted her sensitive nipple with some of
her own cream. Next I traced her jaw line and cupped her cheek with the sticky
fingers so that we could both smell the fragrant aroma of her pussy juices.
It was a heady, intense smell and it made me
realize my own arousal.
I caressed her cheek with my pungent digits and
stroked her plush lips with my fingertips. Her tongue snaked out to flicker
across my fingers, and, feeling her warmth, I plunged my fingers into her
mouth. Aliyah immediately took me in and began sucking hungrily.
Pleased by her slutty behavior, I pushed her back
until her legs butted against the bed and she was required to sit down.
Straddling her legs, I moved forward until my crotch was right in her face,
with my throbbing bulge leading the way. Aliyah needed no further encouragement
and furiously attacked my belt as if her life depended on releasing the
contents of my trousers ASAP.
She released the belt and button and then ripped
open my pants and shoved her hand immediately into my shorts. She emerged with
her prize and, wasting no time, immediately plunged her slick mouth down over
my straining shaft.
I let her slurp hungrily on my bone for a few
moments, then I pushed away and stood back to remove my clothes. I managed to remove
my shoes, pants and boxers and began to unbutton my shirt. My cock jutted out
obscenely in front of me, throbbing angrily as if it were searching for a way
to get back into the warm hole I had just pushed away.
Aliyah sat still on the edge of the bed, staring
at my groin with a dazed, hungry expression. Her hair was now tousled and her
cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her once-perfect lipstick was smeared and
her chin glistened with our secretions.
"Lie down." I instructed as I ripped
off my shirt and pants and tossed them away, leaving us both completely naked.
She flopped back on the bed, but it wasn't a
passive flop she was eagerly anticipating the next phase of our coupling.
I knelt down and placed my nose at the junction
of her legs and inhaled deeply. Her fragrance was rich and pungent and I
savored the dense aroma as well as the sight of her slick pussy, shaven bare
but red and engorged with arousal. Her labia were darker, almost matching the
color of her areola and stood out from her bare mound, swollen, slick and
aching for contact. I did not oblige, however, and Aliyah groaned in
frustration as I simply sniffed around her sensitive region.
Moving up, I straddled her body and knee-walked
forward, teasing her crotch with the tip of my cock. I was in no rush and I
enjoyed teasing her slippery furrow with my bulging cockhead, observing her
cunt lips blossom with engorgement even more under the stimulation. Aliyah drew
short gasping breaths with each stroke through her steaming slit and I grinned
at the slight increase in pitch when I brushed her hard clit with my pole. I
took my shaft and drew a line over her smooth, flat belly until I came to her
fabulous chest mounds. Taking my swollen stalk in hand, I traced the outline of
her breasts, painting her nipples with a mixture of my pre-cum and her own
juices.
I was stroking my crown lightly along her face,
enjoying the exquisite sight of my pulsing tool resting on her flawless cheek
and alongside her luscious plump lips, when Aliyah lost patience. She turned
her head and engulfed my glans in one gulp and proceeded to swallow the rest of
my cock in two deep gulps. She swabbed my pole with her tongue and sucked
hungrily.
I began to slide my shaft deeper into her wet
mouth, slowly at first, in and out, then building up the pace until I was
fucking her face, pinning her skull to the mattress with each stroke. When I
had really got pumping and Aliyah's saliva was flying with each thrust, I
stopped suddenly and sank my cock all the way into her throat. Her cheeks
bulged and her windpipe convulsed as she attempted to accommodate my girth.
There was a loud sucking of air as I withdrew my
shaft and uncorked her throat. Her spit hung off my pulsing tool in long
strands, draping her lips and chin. Leaning forward, I dropped my swollen balls
directly on her gasping mouth and was rewarded with an electric pulse of
pleasure as she tongued my furry pouch and sucked first one, then the other nut
sack into her warm orifice.
I let her gargle my balls for a while I slowly
fisted my hard shaft, and then I rotated my hips, pulling my scrotum from her
mouth and covering her lips with my tingling anus instead. She didn't hesitate
and immediately commenced lashing my sphincter with her tongue. I was impressed
with her enthusiasm.
I ground my ass down on her face, savoring the
slick warmth of her tongue as it skittered over the surface of my sphincter.
Now that's assplay!
As good as it felt, however, this position had
the disadvantage of preventing any view of the spectacular womanflesh writhing
beneath me, and that was a sight I could not miss, so I reluctantly dismounted
from my perch on her face.
I positioned myself between her legs and paused
with my cock resting on her moist slit to tease her one more time and to savor
the sight that lay splayed before me. Inky pool of hair, dark smoky eyes,
exquisite face covered with sticky trails of man-slime, firm pillowy breasts,
swollen nips begging to be sucked, flat smooth stomach and then the plump,
naked vulva, split by that glistening red gash. Sex incarnate.
I eased forward sliding my dick into her slippery
channel and immediately feeling the warm rush of endorphins released into my
bloodstream from the incredible sensations. Both Aliyah and I moaned at the
same time as my cock sank home. I started pumping back and forth, slowly at
first. Because I had already come once a few hours earlier, I felt no urgency,
nor any need to concentrate on holding back my orgasm. I was free to fuck away,
so I began to pick up speed until I was banging away like a two-stroke motor,
crushing her clit against her pubic bone with each impact.
Aliyah's tits, firm though they were, were
sliding up and down with each stroke like two heaping plates of pudding on a
train. Her jaw quivered slightly too with each impact of our hips. It only took
a minute of this drilling until she began to come again. This time she was
loud.
"Yes!" she shouted. "Fuck yes! Oh!
My! Oh my! Oh my fucking gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Her climax took over and choked off her screams
as she writhed in pleasure. The feel of her pussy spasming on my cock was
incredible, but still I plowed on. As she came down from her peak, I adjusted
my angle. I put her ankles on my shoulders, stretching her long, smooth legs
across my chest and angling her pelvis forward. I wrapped my arms around her
firm creamy thighs for leverage and found that in this position I could hammer
away with renewed vigor.
This also had the effect of causing my cock to
slide across the roof of her cunt, brushing against the firm nub of her G-spot
that hung there and soon she was exploding in another orgasm. This time her
convulsions and shouted curses were accompanied by a gush of warm lubrication
from deep within her sheath. The combination was too much for me and I could
feel my eruption become inevitable.
With a few last jack-hammering thrusts I erupted,
buried deep in her pussy in a series of burning spurts. As I felt my orgasm
flood out of my cock and into Aliyah's womb, I was momentarily thankful for my
recent vasectomy.
When my eruption stopped, I pulled out of her and
collapsed on the bed. Neither of us said anything, as we gathered our senses. I
gazed at the naked form of the incredible beauty splayed out beside me and tried
to make sense of it all. What had just happened? An hour ago I was just an
ordinary middle-aged guy taking my car to the mechanic without, for once, even
the slightest thought of sex on my mind, and now I was lying next to the finest
piece of centerfold-grade trim I had ever had the pleasure to poke. I looked
over at Aliyah and noticed her still heaving breasts and freshly fucked pussy
which was glistening wetly and drooling a long string of my pearly cream. Damn!
Not only did I nail this Persian Princess, but I had done a good job of it,
too.
Aliyah was the first to move. Sliding her legs
off the bed she stood up slowly. She held her arms out to me and said
"come with me."
Holding my hand, she led the way to the bathroom
and guided me inside. Not surprisingly, it too was a vast expanse of white and
chrome. The shower enclosure alone could easily have been mistaken for a squash
court. "Let's clean up a little" she said, pushing a button which
magically produced a cascade of water from the ceiling of the shower.
"Okay, but remember --I'm an old man, so
don't try anything 'funny' in there" I warned, only somewhat jokingly.
Aliyah laughed, flashing a toothy smile and
mischievous eyes. "My husband is older than you by a good bit," she
replied, "and he doesn't have a problem going again."
I thought of telling her that she was not my
first unplanned sexual encounter of the day, but instead simply bit my tongue.
"Okay, I promise to be good." She said
with a shrug. "Come on."
Aliyah stepped into the shower and invited me in
with open arms. I stepped into her warm embrace and was surrounded by the most
incredible sensations. My front was pressed against the warmth of her soft skin
and lush pillowy breasts, while my back was treated to the tingling caress of her
wandering, lightly stroking fingers and at the same time I was surrounded by
the warm cascade of water and sensuous steam enveloping us both. I took the
opportunity to explore her body with my own hands. Such a feast for the senses.
She was firm and soft, slick and smooth, clean and dirty.
I was acutely aware of the sensations in my
groin. The unexpected symphony of pleasures from bathing with this remarkable
specimen of nubile womanhood were producing a throbbing ache in my cock as it
sensed the precious rarity of the opportunity before me yet lay temporarily
stricken by the exertions of the morning.
Aliyah caressed her self with the soap, spreading
the lather over her silky body in teasing, seductive strokes. As she cupped her
pert breasts and offered them to the cleansing spray, I could not resist any
longer. I grabbed her from behind, encircling her torso and replacing her
naughty hands with my own. She gasped as I roughly torqued both her nipples
between my thumb and forefinger and crushed her body against my chest. My
tumid, yet not fully erect cock rested in the still soapy crack of her ass.
I slid one hand down her taut midriff and into
the slick folds of her pussy. Her cunt was still creamy and her labia engorged.
I plunged two fingers deeply into her steaming hole and simultaneously strummed
her hard clit with my thumb. Aliyah groaned and ground her ass into my cock.
Grabbing one of the three showerheads off the
wall, I directed the spray across her tender nipples and down over her hairless
pussy. I spread her lips with one hand and directed the firm spray directly on
her exposed clit.
She twisted her head and hungrily sought out my
mouth with her own. We kissed furiously as I worked her sex vigorously with my
hand and the sprayer. Aliyah moaned continuously and shook with pleasure. Soon
her body was stiffening as her pleasure built to a crescendo and she came with
a quivering shout.
Afterwards, I admired her lithe form as we
toweled off. She was like a primal force. A Mesopotamian Goddess of Fertility.
Or perhaps just luxury. I was once again amazed to find myself in this
position. Only this time the feeling woke the slumbering fight or flight
instinct and, since I had clearly won the fight, I realized it must be time to
go. I looked around to gauge the prospects for a rapid escape. Clothes were
nowhere to be seen. Wallet? I didn't even have an idea where that was. When I
looked back, Aliyah was staring me right in the eye while drying her hair with
her towel and thrusting her nakedness directly at my admiring eyes.
"Are you hungry?" she asked. "I'm
famished, let's go eat"
She sauntered out of the room completely naked
except for the towel forming a turban on her head. I admired the
preternaturally smooth curve of her ass as it flowed out of the room. The
exquisite sway was intoxicating. I'd have to eat lunch somewhere might as
well be here I reasoned.
She was gone, but her aura hung in the air like a
pheromone cloud. I followed like Yogi Bear drawn by the scent of pie on the
other side of Jellystone Park. When I got to the stairs she was gone. As I
stood there, I felt her hand brush across my back and casually swipe across my
towel clad ass. She had taken a detour to put on the shortest, sheerest white
silk robe on the planet. It draped loosely across her breasts held seemingly
only by the stiff nubs jutting from the top of those majestic peaks.
In the kitchen she opened the refrigerator a
gleaming stainless steel wall approximately the size of my garage door and
pulled out a several containers of food. Soon we were tearing through packages
of deli meats, tubs of eggplant spread and piles of fresh pita bread. As I was
raising the first overstuffed pocket to my mouth, Aliyah fixed me with a serious
glare.
"You're going to stay and play with me this
afternoon, aren't you?"
I froze.
"Well, um..."
"You have to!" she blurted. "I
will die of boredom if you don't." Her eyes were looking a little wilder
now. She knew what was coming.
"I have to get into the office." I
sputtered. "I actually have quite a lot of work to do."
"You can fuck my ass if you stay" she
said bluntly.
There was complete silence, although inside my
head the alarm bells were ringing. My emergency command center was overloaded
by the simultaneous firing of every single synapse in my brain. This really
couldn't be happening to me. Had she just gone right to the top of my fantasy
list and cherry picked the most gleaming, unrequited desire right off the top
of the stack? Surely somewhere, lurking was Satan himself, waiting to jump out
and claim my soul for having tricked me into some unknown Faustian bargain that
would be consummated the second I passed through this woman's backdoor to
paradise.
The hackles rose on the back of my neck. My
middle-aged muscles tensed as I searched for an escape and my cock throbbed
with an urgency I could not remember. My God! Three times in one day. A woman
offering her ass to me. This was MOST unusual...
I locked eyes with Aliyah and a look of burning
desire passed between us. Suddenly our lips were locked in a furious embrace.
She tore the towel from my waist and I crushed the magnificent globes of her
ass through the silky fabric. Aliyah grabbed my jutting pole with a rough grip
and began to jerk sharply up and down.
The pleasure was too intense and I reached down
to stop her.
"Here," I said, grabbing a container of
fresh olives off the table and pouring the oil they were packed in over my
angry joint. "Lube it up."
She stroked my slickened meat until it glistened
like a flagpole on a hot California afternoon. I was captivated by the sight of
her dark hand pumping my swollen member, but I pushed her away, turning her to
face the table.
"Bend over." I grunted with a shove.
Aliyah fell against the table with a crash,
scattering the remains of our lunch. Her back was arched, supporting her weight
on her arms and her spectacular rump was thrust out in my direction. Her hair
hung like a black veil around her face, preventing me from seeing her
expression, but she remained still with her head bowed. Tense. Braced and
waiting.
I spread her naked legs roughly, like a cop
performing a frisk, before I began my search of her illicit cavities. I thrust
my hand between her legs and was greeted by a blast from the furnace of her
needy twat. I ground my hand through her sodden cunt with a wet slosh until I
had mashed her clit against my wristbone. On the return trip I spread my
fingers to stroke her engorged lips and harvest as much of her pussy drool as I
could gather. With one smooth stroke I slid my slickened palm across the steamy
furrow of her vulva and between the canyon of her ass until it came to rest on
top of her twitching sphincter. I spread her cunt cream around her anus in
deliberate circles and stepped back.
"Reach back. Open it for me." I
commanded. She reached back with one hand to pull her left cheek away from its
perfect twin. Her hand was still slick with the olive oil and left a shiny
smear on her taut flesh.
"Both hands."
She had to lie flat against the table to bring
her other hand back and pull apart her ass cheeks, revealing her dank ass crack
and tight, burgundy-colored asshole. Her knuckles were white with exertion as
she vigorously pried open her ass for my inspection and I was momentarily
blinded by the flash of the massive piece of ice on her ring finger and the
string of stones representing half my annual income around her wrist.
Her breasts were crushed against the table,
causing them to bulge out from her side and she was lying in a puddle of some
sort of food. Her fine hair still shrouded her face, but had parted enough to
reveal the bright glint in her eye. She wasn't resigned, she was eager.
I dove forward and pressed my face into her
sticky crevice until I was ear-deep in her ass. I fastened my lips over her
crinkled sphincter and sucked hard, causing her rectum to recoil. I stroked the
humid orifice firmly with my tongue, stiffening it and insinuating the tip into
the dank aperture until I was able to fuck her ass with it in long fluid
strokes. She tasted vaguely of olives.
I picked up the olives and poured a liberal
stream of the fragrant oil over her ass, watching it cascade over her anus and
drip in shiny green-tinted rivulets down her thighs, just as I knew my own
semen would be doing shortly.
Using the slippery oleo to ease the way, I was
soon plunging one, two and then three fingers deep into her rectum.
"Oh yeah. Push it in!" she blurted as
my cluster of digits sank past the second knuckle, repeatedly stretching and
spreading her elastic anus. Pulling back, I watched her dark orifice gape at
me, as if it was asking what was taking me so long. Deep in the pit of my stomach
I felt a swarm of butterflies churning as I realized my deepest fantasy was
about to come true. I was going to fuck this gorgeous woman's ass.
I stepped into position behind her and rested the
bloated tip of my cock in the greasy crater of her anus. Aliyah shifted her
weight, bracing for the impending assault.
"Do it." She grunted. "Now!"
I pushed forward firmly and observed her asshole
dimple under the pressure. I pulled back on her hips and maintained the
pressure. Her sphincter was considerably softened by my manual explorations and
I could see her wrinkled pucker retreat, expand and finally acquiesce under the
assault of my bulging pole, which made a triumphant entry into that unholy
sanctuary like a victorious Roman general returning to Rome.
I had conducted extensive research for what to do
if this moment should ever arrive and recalled the repeated admonitions to go
slow and let her get accustomed to my girth stretching her rectal canal. I
pushed steadily, slowly inserting my pole into her ass and paused when the
swollen crown slid past the tight ring of her anus with a plop.
"Don't stop!" she ordered brusquely.
"Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!"
Hearing her obscene shouts enflamed my lust and I
drove forward with a stiff lunge and pounded my shaft into her bowels in one
stroke until I was firmly sheathed and plugging her ass chute. The table rocked
under the impact, I could feel the rhythmic throbbing of my own engorged pole
reflected back at me by the tight elastic grip of her rectum, but I didn't stop
to savor it. I began a steady pounding of her ass. Rapidly, frantically even,
at first, but then settling down into a steady pace as I became accustomed to
the incredible sensations of my first ever ass fuck.
Aliyah gave a long, loud, low groan as I shafted
her ass, and her body rocked against the table in rhythm with my pounding
piston. I was strangely detached from it all. My cock, although iron-hard, was
somewhat numb and even painful from its previous labors. But still I pounded away,
determined to take in every facet of the experience in case it was my last trip
to this Promised Land.
I noticed Aliyah's eyes were closed and she was
panting rapturously in time with my thrusts. Her previous attitude had
dissipated and now she seemed lost in her own ecstasy. After a while her pants
turned to gasps and then moans until once again she was shouting.
"Oh my God! Oh my GOD! OH -- MY -- GOD! She
howled. "You did it. You fucker! You fucked my ass and now I'm going to
come! I've nevaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!" Aliyah tossed back her head and
bayed out her pleasure as the spasms of orgasm overtook her.
I was nonplussed. I had never heard of a purely
anal orgasm before. Although it was incredibly exciting to see the reaction to
my anal assault, I still could feel that my own climax hadn't yet begun. So I
continued to pound away, feeling a bit like burglar inside a bank vault,
anxiously eying the clock as I frantically stuffed my sack with all the
purloined loot I could carry before the cops arrived.
Aliyah's orgasm continued, or began anew, I
couldn't tell. She cycled through a series of climactic paroxysms, with her
moans and shivers rising and falling, until after an amazingly long period of
time, she was silent, slumped loosely on the tabletop. Amazingly she continued
her tight grip on her own ass cheeks, holding them spread wide for my
assfucking convenience.
The sight of her lolling jaw and gasping mouth
triggered an unexpected impulse. I jerked my straining tool out of her ass and
scrambled around the table to present the greasy, gooey member to her mouth.
She showed no emotion as she opened her mouth wide to take in my slimy phallus.
Aliyah was blowing my cock and my mind at the
same time. This was so far beyond even my wildest fantasies that I hadn't even
imagined it was possible. This gorgeous Persian slut queen was lustily sucking
her own ass off my cock. That incredible thought was enough to trigger my
climax and I felt my cock lurch painfully as it deposited its burning payload
in her mouth. The pleasure was too intense and I had to withdraw from her
sucking lips. Although my cock continued to pulse and twitch uncontrollably,
only two more gobs of semen oozed from the tip, dropping with a plop on
Aliyah's cheek, where they mingled with the glistening sheen of olive oil and
other secretions smeared across her face.
I felt like I imagine David Banner feels, after a
rampage by The Hulk. Not that Aliyah didn't orchestrate the whole thing, but
God, man! I had not only fucked her ass, and fucked it hard, but I had stuffed
her throat with my dirty dick - fresh from her own asshole and watched her
licking her ass juices right off my pole. It was an otherworldly combination of
exhilaration and embarrassment.
The tableau had the look of a crime scene photo.
The table had been driven against one wall by the force of my thrusts and food
was spattered everywhere. Aliyah was slumped motionless on the table. Still she
held her ass cheeks pried rigidly apart, exposing her battered, oil-soaked anus
for public inspection. Her body glistened with sweat and the coagulated
remnants of our meal. One side of her face was pressed against the table, while
the other was soiled by a slimy slick of oil, pre-cum and her own ass grease,
topped off by two translucent globs of congealing spunk right at the corner of
her mouth.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, starring
vaguely into a corner of the kitchen, but as I gathered my own breath, she
began to come around. She blinked twice and turned her eyes toward me.
Withdrawing her hands from her ass, she slowly straightened her body and stood
up from the table. Using one exquisitely manicured finger she slowly swiped the
sticky cum into her mouth where she gathered it with her flickering tongue.
"Now that is a meal" she said with
gusto.
She grabbed a hand towel from a rack near the
sink and began to dab daintily at the mess on her face. Then she began to
straighten up the mess we had created righting overturned containers of food,
mopping up spills and throwing away what could not be salvaged.
"Can I help?" I asked lamely, feeling
guilty over what I had wrought. But she declined with a wave of her hand.
"You go clean yourself up" she said
without even looking at me, "I'll straighten up here."
I thought that was an excellent idea, so with one
last look at the smooth perfection of her hourglass shape and magnificent ass,
which was now stained with the glistening oil, I turned and headed back for the
shower.
After some initial difficulty locating the shower
controls, I was soon back under the warm cascade, scrubbing the remnants of our
liaison from my body. I showered rapidly, aware that I had pressed my luck
entirely too long. As I stepped from the mist, Aliyah passed me on her way into
the shower.
While she showered, I rushed around the bathroom and
bedroom, searching for my clothes and other essentials and toweling off as I
went. By the time I located my car keys under the bed; I had thrown on enough
clothes to be decent and was ready to go.
I returned to the bathroom to say goodbye to Aliyah and
found her naked in front of the mirror, toweling dry her hair. Her arms were
raised and thanks to the mirror I had a perfect view of her flawless form both
front and back. Again I was struck by the physical sensation of her beauty
hitting me like a punch in the stomach. I was momentarily awed by her
perfection and by the magnitude of the gift she had given me.
Seeing me enter, she turned to face me with her arms still
raised and her jutting breasts thrust towards me. I recognized the maneuver
from earlier. Only this time there was a resigned look on her face. She knew
that our playtime was over.
"Thank you for rescuing me" she said simply.
I assumed she was referring to the repair shop, but she
continued. "I am so bored here. This ..." she waved her arm at the
opulent surroundings, "is all so empty and meaningless. Thank you for
taking me away from all that, if only for a little while."
I didn't know how to respond. "Believe me, it was my
pleasure" I said with a shrug.
"Please call me" she pleaded. "Anytime. My
husband, he is never here. I will meet you, or you can come here. Anything you
want, we can do. Anything..." she emphasized plaintively.
I had been planning to kiss her goodbye and thank her for
making my fantasies come true, but I thought better of it now and decided
simply to make my exit. I turned and walked out. I wanted to look back for one
last glimpse, but was afraid of what I would see. It took all my willpower, but
I kept walking.
I found myself gliding past the naked statuary, tremendous
columns and out the gates of the imposing mansion. As quickly as it had
happened, my most unusual interlude was over.
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Author's Note:
This story is part of the series "A Most Unusual
Day." If you liked it, please check out the others in the series.
However you felt, I appreciate you letting me know by sending feedback using the
form below. Last, but not least, special thanks to my editors J.Q. Hack and
Lisa.
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