Ravenous — Part Three

Hotel Meets With My Lover

My lover pushed against my asshole with his hard dick.

I tensed up.

“Open up for me, baby,” he whispered against my ear.

“I’m scared. It’s going to hurt,” I said.

“It won’t. I promise.”

He kissed my shoulders and the side of my neck. I felt his lips graze my ears so sensitive to touch. His lips tongued my earlobes.

“Ohhhh…” I exclaimed.

“Love licking you there,” he whispered.

“Please, go slowly,” I begged. “You’re so much bigger than my last lover.”

He pushed again.

It hurt.

He felt me clench. “Relax, baby. Relax.”

Grabbing more lube, he put more on his head of his dick. I felt the lube spreading over my ass.

“I love your ass. I need it.”

“I know you do,” I said softly.

We had been lovers for months already. I trusted him — he wasn’t an unknown entity. Meeting almost weekly at hotels because our dead bedrooms at home were intolerable.

At 55, he had experience. Much more than I with affairs. Cheating for almost a decade. He was my third lover — just a few short years of cheating under my belt. We synced instantly with each other. He was dominant yet mostly gentle. Until he wasn’t.

My ass was a trigger.

I didn’t know just how much of a trigger it was.

He pushed hard against my bottom.

“I want to fuck you deep.”

“Ohhhh. Please.”

“God, you are filling me up!”

“Take it,” he commanded.

He knew I was submissive. I would take it. I could never refuse him. Anything he wanted, I would do.

“You are mine; I own your ass,” he said.

My pussy was soaked from all the previous fucking we had done. I was wet halfway down my thighs. He knew it.

“Touch your pussy for me.”

My hand went to my clit. I started trembling. Feeling his dick deep inside my ass and my clit. It was too much.

I relaxed and let him go deeper.

“This is so good. So much better than I thought it would be,” I said, turning my head so he could hear.

“Yes, baby, it is.”

My lover pulled out of my ass and looked at it. He loved to see it pucker and close.

“You love looking at my asshole? Don’t you?”

“Yes, it’s so sexy.”

Who knew? I had never done anal before having an affair. I barely had regular sex in twenty years of marriage. My husband was a purely one-position-quick-ejaculator-vanilla type of guy. I was lucky if we did it a few times a year, and I’d rarely orgasm.

No experimentation. No looking at my ass, certainly.

My lover pushed back inside me. “I’m going to pound you. Can you take it?”

“YES. I want you deep in my ass,” knowing that the words would be a turn on for him.

My face was down on the comforter, and he was on his knees behind me.

“Push back against me,” he ordered.

I did it gently at first, trying to adjust to his size and girth. “Harder,” he said.

Moaning and letting out little whimpers of pain and pleasure combined. He was wildly fucking my ass now. I could hear the slapping of our bodies together.

I was fingering my wet pussy all the while.

“Make me cum,” I demanded.

“I’m going to fill your ass.”

Those words put me over the edge. I clenched my ass around his dick and pushed him out with my orgasm; it was so powerful.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I said.

He was everything I ever wanted in a lover.

Read the previous installments of Ravenous. It’s a true series of my ex-lover and our hotel meets.

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