Sasha, the Cheating Anal Slut: Ass Plugged and Waiting for My Cock — Part 4
I slid in easily at first, my head popping past her sphincter more smoothly than the previous two times. But once inside, she felt tighter than I remembered. I could feel the weight and ridges of the plug, sliding against me as she pumped away at her cunt.
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On Thursday morning, I made love to my wife. It wasn’t normally our routine, but I was already excited about that afternoon, and Maria was more than receptive to my advances. It was spontaneous and passionate, with my thrusts being a bit more emphatic than normal. At one point, I almost yelled Sasha’s name, but fortunately only “Sa…” came out, and it sounded more like a moan than anything else.
With my wife’s head on my chest, enjoying our post-orgasmic bliss, she asked what came over me. I told her that I was just driven by lust, seeing her in her sexy negligee but the truth was that I was envisioning fucking a tight little asshole over my lunch break. The sensations of Sasha’s tight hole clasping to my erection and sucking the cum out of my balls were still fresh in my memory, and I was ready for more.
The other benefit of morning sex was that I would last a little longer with Sasha. Though with the way she pressed my buttons, there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t be shooting my load up her ass, or down her throat, in a few short minutes.
I was in the office, getting ready for lunch when Sasha’s message came.
“The Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Room 132. I’ll be ready at 1:30.”
“I’ll be there. Don’t have much time so you better be naked when I arrive.”
A minute later, an image came through. It was a shot over her shoulder and down her back. The curve and crack of her ass were just starting to come into view before the frame cut it out.
“I’m already naked. Just preparing myself for your huge cock.”
For the next hour, I was able to perform only the most basic tasks. Anything that required critical thinking or analysis would have to wait until Sasha’s sexy body wasn’t on the top of my mind.
When it was time, I jumped into an Uber and in just fifteen minutes I was outside the hotel. Three minutes later I was at the door. Early, but she wouldn’t mind a few extra minutes to play, right?
I knocked on the door, and Sasha answered it immediately. She was wearing only a plush robe.
“You’re early,” she said, not at all upset.
“I couldn’t wait.”
“How long do you have, do you think?”
“I have a meeting in two hours but I should be back in the office by then. We have maybe an hour or so.”
“Then let’s not waste a single minute,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.
Sasha reached for my belt and started freeing it from its buckle. I whipped off my jacket and tie and got to work on my shirt buttons. She pulled the belt from the loops and tossed it behind her, then attacked the zipper and button of my pants. Once she felt she could do it without looking, she turned her head up to me and pressed her lips against mine.
By the time I took my shirt off, Sasha had my pants and underwear around my ankles and was now stroking my cock to attention. I grabbed the back of her neck and held her tight to my lips as our tongues began to wrestle. Meanwhile, I stepped on the heels of my shoes to pull my feet free, then kicked everything off to the side.
“You know, it’s kind of unfair that we’ve already had sex twice and this is the first time I’ve seen you naked,” she teased.
“You were on me like a rabid animal. Didn’t even give me the chance to take my pants off.”
“Well, you have an amazing form,” she said, moving in to run her hands over my chest and abdomen.
“But like I said, no time to waste. And I owe you for what happened on Monday.”
Sasha undid the belt of her robe and let it fall off her shoulders. Her perfect body revealed itself to me once more, and each time it was as stunning and inspiring as the first. I reached out to cup her breasts, but she pushed me back on the bed.
“I want to practice, just in case we ever invite Naomi to join us.”
At that, she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her left hand. She enveloped my head with her mouth and then started pumping slowly with her hand as her tongue tickled my hole.
“Fuck! That’s a good start, baby,” I said.
She cooed sexily, with her lips closed around my dick then started lowering her head deeper onto me, taking my cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag for a bit, but she handled it like a pro. She opened her mouth and allowed some of the saliva to spill onto my shaft, which made her hand feel all the better.
Removing her mouth from my cock, and kneeling lower, she started licking up the bottom of my erection, covering the entire length a couple of times, before sinking to my balls. She held a ball on her tongue, then wiggled it around, feeling every crevice of my scrotum as she did. She then repeated the process with the other ball. Soon, I was fully taut, with hardly any wrinkles left to explore.
“Fuck! Where’d you learn to do that?”
She let my scrotum fall out of her mouth with a plop.
“I watched a couple of videos on PornHub,” she said with a smile.
“It feels amazing!”
“And I’m just getting started.”
She managed to dip even lower, exploring the short patch of skin between my balls and my asshole, before running her tongue lower and into the crack of my ass.
“Whoa!” I said, startled and unsure if that was something I wanted.
But Sasha was persistent. She pushed my right leg up so that the foot was sitting on the bed, then pulled my right cheek open a bit to gain better access to my ass. As she did, she started pumping my dick with her left hand again. My ass clenched as she lapped at my sphincter and made mewing sounds while her pace on my cock was accelerating.
It was amazing. Not just the physical sensation of having a seemingly sweet and innocent officemate lap at my asshole while she gave me a hand job. But also the mental sensation of knowing that some poor sap was about to marry this woman. That in three days, he was going to raise her veil to reveal her sweet face and kiss her innocent lips, proclaiming his love for all eternity. And now, that sweet face, those innocent lips, were buried in my ass, searching my darkest area for a source of pleasure as her forehead pressed against my testicles.
I sat up and grabbed Sasha’s hair, pulling her out from between my legs. She looked up at me, her face smeared with her saliva.
“Did you not enjoy that?” she asked, seeming genuinely concerned that I may not have.
“That was fucking amazing. Never had a woman do that before. But I don’t want to blow my load too early. We still have forty minutes or so.”
“I don’t imagine you’d still be willing to kiss me after that?” she asked coyly.
I pulled her up to me, both of us standing, and locked lips again. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. It was musky, but not overly pungent, and if anything it just heightened the taboo nature of what we were doing. My cock managed to get harder.
I sat back on the bed with Sasha standing naked before me, I pulled her close and closed my lips around her left nipple. My right hand drifted a bit lower to cup her ass, giving it a hard squeeze before spanking it forcefully. She yelped in surprise.
“Oh, Sasha… You’ve been a bad girl,” I said before spanking her other cheek.
I spanked her left cheek again. With each spank, her pelvis ground into my ribs. She bit her lips, the pleasure apparent on her face. Without a word of warning, I threw her face down on the bed. I was ready to get my pulsating cock deep in her asshole. She giggled, and as she spread her cheeks wantonly, I noticed a flare, rubbery base peeking out of her ass.
“Surprise!” she said as she grabbed the base before slowly pulling out what looked to be around a very long, ridged buttplug.
It glistened from whatever lubricant she used but otherwise ran clean. Then, continuing to shock me, she slid it right into her pussy. Her back arched and her left knee bent slightly as she accommodated its girth. A satisfied and exceptionally naughty grin took form as she began to slowly work the plug in and out.
“I want you to fuck my asshole while I fuck my pussy. What do you think?”
Without a word, I jumped on the bed, much to her amusement. She literally laughed out loud, freeing herself of any inhibition. I think she was still coming to terms with how sexual she could be, and was allowing herself to not feel guilty about it. I, too, had begun to care less about having an affair. A beautiful woman offering her puckered asshole to me while she double penetrated herself was too hot to miss.
Sasha was still on her right side, so I straddled her right leg and bent her left knee up towards her chest. This position exposed everything to me. Her pussy was oozing, and her juices were slick on the thick rubber plug pistoning in and out of her. Her asshole was noticeably gaping, but still smaller than the circumference of my dick. I grabbed her left cheek with one hand and pulled it open, aiming with my right hand wrapped around the base of my cock.
I slid in easily at first, my head popping past her sphincter more smoothly than the previous two times. But once inside, she felt tighter than I remembered. I could feel the weight and ridges of the plug, sliding against me as she pumped away at her cunt. It seemed to surprise us both.
“Oh fuck!” we each yelled in unison, before pausing to laugh at the situation.
“Hold still. Let me get a bit deeper, then you can start pumping again,” I advised.
Sasha obeyed, holding the plug so just the first part lay inside her pussy. That freed up some space, and I took advantage by forcing the rest of my length up her quivering anal passage. She turned her head down and bit the bedsheet, emitting a guttural moan as I bottomed out in her.
“OK,” I said. “Now try to push the plug back inside.”
Continuing to bite the bedsheet, Sasha pushed the dildo deeper. Fuck, what an amazing sensation that was. The heat of her body combined with the saliva she had slathered all over me created a hot and humid atmosphere inside her ass, and the plug was stroking against the sensitive glans just below my head. I forced myself to resume my motion, moving slowly in and out of her as she continued to do the same to herself.
“Is everything okay down there?” I asked, worried that it might be too much for her.
“Fuck yes,” she answered breathlessly. “I’m about to explode.”
That encouraged me to give her a bit more effort so I started pumping faster.
“Do it, Sasha. Squirt all over the sheets for me. Fuck your hips against me like we’ll never be in this room again, and you can be whoever you want to be.”
She groaned again, louder, and began rocking back to meet my thrusts, all while continuing to fuck her own pussy. Her nipples were hard and protruding noticeably from her breasts. I grabbed her left one and pinched it gently. With my right hand, I grabbed her shoulder for leverage and started thrusting as hard as I could manage.
Sasha’s left leg started shaking uncontrollably, the back of her thigh connecting with the front of mine as her orgasm became inevitable. Finally, she pushed the plug all the way in, and her body was racked by a powerful orgasm.
“Oh my god!” she screamed, surely alerting the neighboring rooms of what was going on in ours.
She rolled onto her stomach as her body reacted to the orgasm. I could feel her juices splashing against my thigh and dampening the mattress below us. As she turned, her ass pulled away and my cock slipped out. Though I was tempted to follow her movement and reenter her, I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me.
Her adorably toned ass, the one I had fantasized about long before we ever got together, was perched upward and presenting itself to me. Her asshole was open wide, gaping and missing my presence. Beneath that, her pussy clung tight to the plug, but it was now shimmering with her juices, which cascaded down her fingers, still secured around the flared base. A couple of her fingers traced the folds of her pussy in post-climactic bliss. I did my best to commit this view to my memory bank.
Then, not wanting to lose a single minute, I mounted her again. As she was now lying face down and flat on the bed, I straddled both legs this time, letting my erection sit on her ass for a second.
“Ready for more?” I asked.
She moaned in approval and I aimed down at her open hole and plunged all the way in. Her plug was still lodged on the other side, but I was prepared for what to expect now. Her tight sphincter clung to every inch of my cock. It was at once agonizing and euphoric.
Sasha was no longer moving the plug but was stroking her clit with her fingers, edging herself toward another climax. I collapsed on top of her, my stomach pressing right against her back. Sliding my arms underneath her, my left hand cupped her right breast, with her left breast pinned against my forearm. My right hand grabbed her throat firmly, but not hard enough to prevent her from breathing or speaking. I kept pumping away at her asshole.
“I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” I whispered into her ear.
“Fuck. Do it. Cum deep in my dirty little asshole. I’m going to cum, too.”
That was all I needed. I clenched my ass and burrowed my cock deep in her rectum as cum shot out of my balls like a geyser, shooting so hard and so deep that I couldn’t even feel it after her sphincter drained me. I held her tighter as her sphincter pulsated against my cock, coaxing any remaining cum into her anal passage. At the same time, she continued to stroke her clit until she exploded in her second orgasm of the afternoon.
I held her like that for several minutes, neither of us saying anything. We were happy. After my cock softened, I pulled out and helped her up toward the pillows. She similarly lay on me to how my wife had that morning.
“I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep this going, Sasha, but I want you to know I think you’re amazing.”
“Me too. This is beyond what I had hoped for. It’s blossomed into so much more. And I agree: I don’t know how long we can make it last, but I’m so grateful for what we have done so far,” she said, nuzzling her face into my chest hair.
I held her tightly, enjoying the feel of her skin against mine. Her leg repeatedly brushed up and down against mine and I could feel some of her heat and moisture against my thigh. Her nipples, still rock hard, pressed against my rib cage. Her silky hair draped peacefully on my shoulder.
“I hate to say this, but this might be our last time together for nearly a month. I won’t have any time before my wedding on Sunday, then we’re going on a two-week honeymoon.”
I had anticipated this news.
“Honestly, maybe that’s a good thing. Some time apart will heighten our anticipation of the next time.”
I felt the weight of her head grow as she pressed into me a bit harder.
“Brett, you know there’s that four-day trip to Amsterdam next month. It’s a sales conference. We should both lobby our bosses to send us. I’ve already put in the request. If we get to go together, imagine how much fun we could have.”
“Consider it done,” I said. “Maybe we could visit a couple of the adult shops, and pick up some new toys while we’re there.”
“I like the way you’re thinking,” Sasha said, biting my nipple.
“Now get out of here. You should probably towel off before you get dressed. And take a mint from my purse for the walk back.”
I kissed her one more time and did exactly as she suggested. It would be nearly three weeks before I saw her again.
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