Not that I don't want Daniel to come home; in fact, it's just the opposite. I just don't want to masturbate if I can get off with him later tonight. I would much rather share my orgasm with him, but it's a little selfish, too, I admit. My orgasms are much better when he assists me. And, by assist, I mean, I'm still going to use my vibrator, whether he's here or not. It's just an issue of whether I'm getting other things stimulated, while I'm doing it. And I don't necessarily mean sexually; that is, the smell of his skin comforting me, his deep voice arousing my mind, and our general intimacy relaxing me. He also touches my breasts, pussy, and butt. Everything forementioned attributing to overall better orgasms. And, it just so happens that our sexual position of choice, is usually assisted masturbation.
I plug the laptop back in next to the bed, and settle into the soft sheets. Remove most of my clothing, leaving only a tank top and white ankle socks. I'd usually remove everything if I was making love, but doing the activity solo allows me to be most comfortable, and I come easier when I'm on the warm side. I take up a position on my end of the bed, laying with the laptop balancing delicately on my stomach, and I take out my vibrator from the side table, poised to turn it on. First, I search for my favourite porn site. Not that I watch too much porn anymore, now that Daniel and I have moved in together. My masturbation time has been significantly cut down by the fact that I rarely have time alone at home anymore; and if I'm horny, I'll find Daniel over sneaking off to the bedroom by myself. And since I'm watching alone, I don't have to be self conscious about what I choose. This is my opportunity to watch exactly what I want to watch, and I savour it. I feel a smile creep across my face as I saucily click the category, Anal Sex.
I fast forward, past the interview with the cameraman at the beginning, past the blowjob, even past the vaginal sex. I stop right before the anal penetration. The part I'm looking for, is the warm up. Something I very much enjoy myself, I look forward to watching the brief part where he plays with her ass with his fingers, or with toys; effectively warming her up before he puts his dick in it. Not that the sixty seconds of anal foreplay they show is going to be enough for the average, non-pornography starring girl looking to engage in full on anal sex, because, to tell you the truth, it's barely enough for me to come while masturbating to it. Sometimes I rewind, and watch it multiple times.
The man on the video makes her spit on his fingers, instead of using lubricant. I get mine from a bottle, squirting a healthy dollop onto the vibrator, and placing it on myself. He bends her in half, lifting her legs, and pushing her knees up towards her shoulders. He asks her if she's flexible, and she nods, settling into this pretzel-like position. The man brushes the opening of her asshole with the spit, as I feel myself start to relax and bear down. Her ass easily takes his fingers, as they disappear inside her. She must have warmed up off camera. I watch the delicate skin of her asshole pucker and stretch as he moves them in and out. He asks if she can take one more. I feel my clit harden and it feels so good, I almost shy away from the intensity of the vibrations.
Just then, I hear the front door slam. "Jen?" I freeze, not knowing whether to answer. Not that Daniel would mind if I'm masturbating; in fact, he likes to hear that I'm still doing it. But, walking in on me, is something altogether different. I pause the video, take the laptop from my chest, but I don't close it completely. I'm still planning on getting off.
"Uh... In here!" I turn off the vibrator momentarily, close my legs, the lube squishing slightly between them. He appears in the doorway.
"Hey, I was trying to call you... Um, are you getting off, baby?" He chuckles, eyes alight.
"Uh... Yeah."
"Mmm. What are you watching?" He says, interested, taking off his shirt, and joining me. He lifts the laptop, revealing a still of a the girl's loosening asshole.
"How embarrassing..." I say, only half joking.
"Mmm," he says, closing the laptop and placing it on the table beside him. "Are you embarrassed to be caught masturbating, baby?"
"Hmm," I smile, reddening. "A little bit."
"Are you embarrassed that I saw what you were looking at?"
"Mmm. Yeah."
"That you were looking at a girl's ass? Hmm?" He says, faux sternly.
"Yes, baby," I smile, turning the vibrator back on. He kisses me deeply on the mouth, moving down my neck, to my clothed breasts. He removes my shirt, bending to lick my hardening nipples. I press the vibrator against my clit, allowing myself to moan in pleasure. He takes out his dick, and starts stroking it.
"You're a bad girl, getting caught, aren't you?" I feel moisture drip down between my legs, towards my ass, a blend of my own juices and the lube. With one hand, he feels my wet, puffy pussy. His fingers glide over my glistening folds, as I feel myself push, almost reaching out to him. His elbow grazes my side as he jerks his cock, his voice wet in my ear. "You need to be taught a lesson, don't you?"
"Mmm. Yeah, baby." I feel his slick hand move down my sensitive perineum, towards my ass. Immediately, I feel the urge to bear down.
"So you don't do it again."
"Mmm. Yes." I feel the pad of his finger trace the opening of my ass, in a circular motion, teasing it. I feel my asshole pulsate, wanting his fingers. He changes the angle of one of them, and it dips in slightly. I moan, my ass relaxing to accommodate it.
"That's a good girl. You know what I need you to do."
"Yeah, baby," I groan, feeling him enter me. The role play is perfect. I love when he pretends to make me do something that I so badly want to do already. In reality, Daniel touching my ass is rather mundane, it being a weekly occurrence at least, but the dirty talk makes it seem taboo, like when he first started to touch me in this way.
"I need to touch you here, don't I? To teach you a lesson."
"Mmm. Yes, baby."
"Are you going to be a good girl?" He says, plunging the finger all the way inside my ass. I gasp, the muscles in my ass both pushing and relaxing to allow him to enter. He vigorously jerks his cock, elbowing me in the side with each stroke. I press the vibe harder against myself, knowing that I could come at any time, now. He begins to wiggle his finger. "Are you going to let me punish you?"
"Yes, baby," I say, voice quivering.
"You're not going to make this any harder, are you?"
"No!" The liberation of saying this word, whilst completely immersed in the consent play, does it for me. I open my ass, bearing down in the unique way that combines both pressing and opening, allowing him to stimulate that spot deep within me. Everything contracts at once, and I cry out a guttural sound. Daniel continues to jerk off a few strokes before letting go himself. His glistening semen lands across my torso, expertly avoiding the sheets.
"That was unexpected," he says, breathless.
"You're telling me."
"I tried to phone you, but I guess you were busy," he winks. I flush crimson.
"Yes, I was..." I laugh. "Yes, I was."
"I tried to phone you, but I guess you were busy," he winks. I flush crimson.
"Yes, I was..." I laugh. "Yes, I was."
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