When I Desperately Need Anal
I knew immediately I wasn’t going to get any work done. It was a gloomy, rainy day that would normally make me want to sleep or curl up on the couch with a book.
Except I was horny. Very horny. The kind of horny that permeates every thought, the kind of horny that begins in your groin and spreads like electricity to the tips of your toes and fingers.
As I thought about this, sitting at my desk in my rather secluded office, I got up, locked my door, slipped my panties down from under my summer skirt, and stuffed them my purse. I sat back down, propping one foot on my desk. I slipped two fingers between my labia to “test the waters,” and discovered, indeed, that water is wet, just like my pussy.
I lifted my fingers to my face, examining the evidence of my desire before my tongue made short work of cleanup. I love the way I taste.
I grabbed my phone and entered xhamster.com in my browser. I was immediately greeted by a grid of impossibly voluptuous women getting fucked in the ass by impossibly huge penises.
Many people would consider me impossibly voluptuous. I’m certainly a BBW, but my curves are in proportion with my size. I am 5’8” with 44G breasts and 46” hips that provide a perfect, doublewide home to sink into when a man is fucking my… oh… Suddenly my ass was achingly empty.
I love anal. I love everything about it. But mostly I love the orgasms I get from it. Yes, anal orgasms are real—at least for me—and they are exquisite. I realized it had been over a year since I had anal sex.
I turned my attention back to my phone, and selected the video with the woman who looked like she really enjoying the cock in her ass.
I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, slid my hand underneath the silky material of my bra, and began rolling my left nipple between my fingers as the action began in the video. In the upper right of my screen, some movement caught my eye, red numbers: 312, 313, 314.
It took me a moment to remember that those were my unread messages, I hadn’t been on the site for three months, and more messages were coming in, fast and furious.
I started glancing through the messages. There were names I fondly remembered and many new names. Most I ignored, as they were little more than grunts of Neanderthals or whines of men demanding things from me in their first communication.
But if there was something that at least indicated that the writer had something interesting to say, I’d at least return the message with a simple “Hi,” and see if my admirer had game.
There were just a few that did. And boy, did they ever. It was undoubtedly helped by my already-heightened state of arousal. I dug out older nudes to share, and even took a couple of new ones right then and there.
The chats often got into pretty hot territory. If these men only knew how much they were turning me on. If they were all in the room with me at that moment, I would’ve eagerly taken them all on.
Instead, my right hand hiked up the middle my skirt. A finger or two explored the wet opening of my pussy, and redistributed the wetness on my clit, rubbing it in furiously for good measure.
If these men only knew what I was doing, what they were doing to me.
My brain was on a simple but tenacious path. Something like this:
I want.
I need.
I need to be fucked.
I need to be fucked in the ass!
I desperately need to be fucked in the ass!
I DESPERATELY NEED TO BE FUCKED IN THE ASS. NOW!!!!!
As the hours progressed, my body joined my brain in screaming out its carnal needs.
I sent a text to my friend Joel. It was a simple message: “Will you please pound my ass after work?”
I smiled as I imagined Joel reading the text, stammering out loud to nobody as he fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it as he tried to reply. His reply was almost immediate: “Anything to help a friend!”
Game on.
Joel and I are not romantic partners, we just help each other out from time to time with some basic needs. He stands 6’2”, is thin, and has a few characteristics that give away his mostly Italian heritage. He is olive-skinned, his chest is a mat of dark hair, and between his legs is 7.5” of thick Italian sausage. I know the exact length because Joel helped me learn to deep throat over the last few weeks. He had the easy part.
Before I left the office I went to the ladies room and I prelubed. Yes, I keep lube in my office. Actually, I keep three different types of lube, a dildo, a vibrator, condoms, and a butt plug in my desk. If I ever get hit by a bus, my coworkers will think much differently about me when they clean out my stuff. Well, all of them except one, but that’s another story.
I texted Joel that I was leaving and asked him to be naked by the time I arrived. When he answered the door, I didn’t say a word. I just got on my knees and started licking and sucking. When he told me to slow down I knew it was time to go to the bedroom.
I quickly shed my clothes, bent over his bed, and told him to slam it all in me in one stroke. I could feel his hand lining up the head of his cock with my hole. He said something about me being already lubed. I told him to shut up and fuck me. I was desperate. He grabbed my wide hips, I felt the tip of his cock tentatively enter me, then with one mighty thrust, his thick cock opened my entrance and he was deep inside. I was so close to cumming, but he stopped once he bottomed out. Why? To take a photo! I growled, “Don’t you fucking stop.” As he started pumping rhythmically, I exploded in orgasm. With each contraction, my ass involuntarily squeezed his cock. He groaned each time, and every groan turned more feral.
I offered him my wrists behind me, which he grabbed and used as leverage to wildly penetrate my hungry ass. He was pulling my arms hard enough that my upper body was lifted off the bed and my G cup tits started slapping together. That’s when I felt my next orgasm building. It was going to be huge, I could tell. I braced my legs as best I could. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the intensity on Joel’s face, and I lost it. I saw stars. I screamed and went completely limp, but he was not letting up. I rode wave after wave of orgasm as his cock pistoned in and out.
He pushed me all the way onto the bed and I found myself flat on my tummy, completely pinned from head to toe with him on top of me. He knows what I love. There was nothing I could do but take what he was giving me. I started squeezing him with my anal muscles every time he pulled out, and I pushed my ass to meet him every time he pushed in. He was getting close. I reached back with both hands and spread my big cheeks as far as I could to let him in even deeper. He was moaning and sweating and grunting and out of control as he gave one last huge thrust, pressing hard on my shoulders as he arched his back and unloaded deep inside.
I reveled in every throb of his cock and the warmth spreading inside. Some of his cum pushed out of my ass and slid onto my pussy. I quickly retrieved it with my right hand and rubbed it onto my clit, bringing myself to an orgasm that pushed out his softening but still substantial cock. He was panting as he recovered without moving, his cock lightly touching my pussy lips as it dangled. Perfection, I thought, as he rolled off me. We were both full of smiles as we wiped up and got dressed. I drove home, grinning the whole way.
Four hours later, in my nightgown, I was walking up the stairs and felt a huge glob of semen slide down my leg. Looking back, I wish I would have scooped it up and licked it off my fingers.
Except I was horny. Very horny. The kind of horny that permeates every thought, the kind of horny that begins in your groin and spreads like electricity to the tips of your toes and fingers.
As I thought about this, sitting at my desk in my rather secluded office, I got up, locked my door, slipped my panties down from under my summer skirt, and stuffed them my purse. I sat back down, propping one foot on my desk. I slipped two fingers between my labia to “test the waters,” and discovered, indeed, that water is wet, just like my pussy.
I lifted my fingers to my face, examining the evidence of my desire before my tongue made short work of cleanup. I love the way I taste.
I grabbed my phone and entered xhamster.com in my browser. I was immediately greeted by a grid of impossibly voluptuous women getting fucked in the ass by impossibly huge penises.
Many people would consider me impossibly voluptuous. I’m certainly a BBW, but my curves are in proportion with my size. I am 5’8” with 44G breasts and 46” hips that provide a perfect, doublewide home to sink into when a man is fucking my… oh… Suddenly my ass was achingly empty.
I love anal. I love everything about it. But mostly I love the orgasms I get from it. Yes, anal orgasms are real—at least for me—and they are exquisite. I realized it had been over a year since I had anal sex.
I turned my attention back to my phone, and selected the video with the woman who looked like she really enjoying the cock in her ass.
I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, slid my hand underneath the silky material of my bra, and began rolling my left nipple between my fingers as the action began in the video. In the upper right of my screen, some movement caught my eye, red numbers: 312, 313, 314.
It took me a moment to remember that those were my unread messages, I hadn’t been on the site for three months, and more messages were coming in, fast and furious.
I started glancing through the messages. There were names I fondly remembered and many new names. Most I ignored, as they were little more than grunts of Neanderthals or whines of men demanding things from me in their first communication.
But if there was something that at least indicated that the writer had something interesting to say, I’d at least return the message with a simple “Hi,” and see if my admirer had game.
There were just a few that did. And boy, did they ever. It was undoubtedly helped by my already-heightened state of arousal. I dug out older nudes to share, and even took a couple of new ones right then and there.
The chats often got into pretty hot territory. If these men only knew how much they were turning me on. If they were all in the room with me at that moment, I would’ve eagerly taken them all on.
Instead, my right hand hiked up the middle my skirt. A finger or two explored the wet opening of my pussy, and redistributed the wetness on my clit, rubbing it in furiously for good measure.
If these men only knew what I was doing, what they were doing to me.
My brain was on a simple but tenacious path. Something like this:
I want.
I need.
I need to be fucked.
I need to be fucked in the ass!
I desperately need to be fucked in the ass!
I DESPERATELY NEED TO BE FUCKED IN THE ASS. NOW!!!!!
As the hours progressed, my body joined my brain in screaming out its carnal needs.
I sent a text to my friend Joel. It was a simple message: “Will you please pound my ass after work?”
I smiled as I imagined Joel reading the text, stammering out loud to nobody as he fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it as he tried to reply. His reply was almost immediate: “Anything to help a friend!”
Game on.
Joel and I are not romantic partners, we just help each other out from time to time with some basic needs. He stands 6’2”, is thin, and has a few characteristics that give away his mostly Italian heritage. He is olive-skinned, his chest is a mat of dark hair, and between his legs is 7.5” of thick Italian sausage. I know the exact length because Joel helped me learn to deep throat over the last few weeks. He had the easy part.
Before I left the office I went to the ladies room and I prelubed. Yes, I keep lube in my office. Actually, I keep three different types of lube, a dildo, a vibrator, condoms, and a butt plug in my desk. If I ever get hit by a bus, my coworkers will think much differently about me when they clean out my stuff. Well, all of them except one, but that’s another story.
I texted Joel that I was leaving and asked him to be naked by the time I arrived. When he answered the door, I didn’t say a word. I just got on my knees and started licking and sucking. When he told me to slow down I knew it was time to go to the bedroom.
I quickly shed my clothes, bent over his bed, and told him to slam it all in me in one stroke. I could feel his hand lining up the head of his cock with my hole. He said something about me being already lubed. I told him to shut up and fuck me. I was desperate. He grabbed my wide hips, I felt the tip of his cock tentatively enter me, then with one mighty thrust, his thick cock opened my entrance and he was deep inside. I was so close to cumming, but he stopped once he bottomed out. Why? To take a photo! I growled, “Don’t you fucking stop.” As he started pumping rhythmically, I exploded in orgasm. With each contraction, my ass involuntarily squeezed his cock. He groaned each time, and every groan turned more feral.
I offered him my wrists behind me, which he grabbed and used as leverage to wildly penetrate my hungry ass. He was pulling my arms hard enough that my upper body was lifted off the bed and my G cup tits started slapping together. That’s when I felt my next orgasm building. It was going to be huge, I could tell. I braced my legs as best I could. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the intensity on Joel’s face, and I lost it. I saw stars. I screamed and went completely limp, but he was not letting up. I rode wave after wave of orgasm as his cock pistoned in and out.
He pushed me all the way onto the bed and I found myself flat on my tummy, completely pinned from head to toe with him on top of me. He knows what I love. There was nothing I could do but take what he was giving me. I started squeezing him with my anal muscles every time he pulled out, and I pushed my ass to meet him every time he pushed in. He was getting close. I reached back with both hands and spread my big cheeks as far as I could to let him in even deeper. He was moaning and sweating and grunting and out of control as he gave one last huge thrust, pressing hard on my shoulders as he arched his back and unloaded deep inside.
I reveled in every throb of his cock and the warmth spreading inside. Some of his cum pushed out of my ass and slid onto my pussy. I quickly retrieved it with my right hand and rubbed it onto my clit, bringing myself to an orgasm that pushed out his softening but still substantial cock. He was panting as he recovered without moving, his cock lightly touching my pussy lips as it dangled. Perfection, I thought, as he rolled off me. We were both full of smiles as we wiped up and got dressed. I drove home, grinning the whole way.
Four hours later, in my nightgown, I was walking up the stairs and felt a huge glob of semen slide down my leg. Looking back, I wish I would have scooped it up and licked it off my fingers.
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