Page 21 of Butt Stuff

With one hand, Doug removed the end of the gag around her mouth and pulled it over her head. The balled-up scarf fell from her lips as she began to shriek in orgasm.

"Oh you fucker! You’re making me come! You’re fucking my ass, but you’re making me come!” Vicky howled as Doug's hand returned to her breast and pinched her nipple.

As her ass began to convulse around him, Doug gasped and plunged forward, driving her back down against the pillow. Inside her ass, his cock swelled even larger, digging deeper thanever, and began to pulse inside her, filling her deflowered ass with his victory.

Panting, they both lay there, Doug still buried between her cheeks as he slowly softened. His hands ran up and down her arms, touching the bindings on her wrists every time.

Finally Vicky asked, "Do you think you could untie me?"

"I don't know." Doug chuckled. "Is it safe to?"

Vicky sighed and her ass twitched around Doug's dick, "Well, I can't exactly say I was happy about it at first, but it turned out not to be too bad."

"Not too bad, is that all?" Doug asked as he untied her wrists, still not moving from on top of her, or pulling out of her ass. It was cozy and snug in there.

"No, not bad at all," Vicky murmured, and her ass wiggled under Doug's groin, the rippling inside of it making him swell again... just a little.

Caught by the Cook

Rob worked as a cook at a family restaurant. He was the only cook on late in the evenings because there just weren't that many people going in and out after 10 pm. At thirty-five years old, this wasn't really where he’d expected to be in life, but he liked the place and he liked the people. It was enough pay to live on and have some for fun, and that's what he liked. Lots of people came to eat there because he was a good cook and they liked the intimacy of it. Certain people worked at certain times during the day, so there was a comforting security to it that was so often missing in modern, busy lives.

There was also only one waitress on in the late evenings, the beautiful brunette named Wendy. Twenty-seven years old and gorgeous inside and out, she was leggy, with great tits, and always had a smile on her pretty face. He actually wasn't sure what attracted him the most, her good looks or her personality. Wendy was the unassuming kind of girl, the one who didn't know she was beautiful, didn't know how sexy she was. And she was one of the most genuinely nice people he'd ever met.

The two of them were in charge of closing down the restaurant. Pop Miller would open it in the morning—it was his place—but Rob was the usual closer. That night, things were winding down a little earlier than usual; he’d finished his cleaning in record time. It helped that no one had wanted anything from the fryers at the end, he'd ended up closing those down and cleaning them up early.

As usual, Wendy had disappeared to the back storage room to get things straightened up and organized back there. He went back looking for her, excited to be getting home early. She didn't need to straighten the whole room—even though she usually did. They could both go home early tonight.

On his way back, he heard moaning sounds coming down the hall. Concerned, he quickened his pace, then blushed as he realized that the moans sounded oddly... erotic...

Could she? No...

Stopping at the door, he peeked in through the crack that was left open.

Wendy was bent over with her breasts hanging out of her shirt, although he couldn’t see them very well. What he could mostly see was her creamy thighs and ass and her pale pink pussy, which she was stroking with one of her hands. Her other hand was preoccupied by pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

Stifling his own moan, the horny cook stared lustfully at her gorgeous ass. He'd always admired it from afar when it was covered, but he never thought he'd ever be so lucky as to see it for real.

Rob was most definitely an ass man, and Wendy had a fantastic one; curvy, firm, and now he could see that it was completely unblemished and beautifully shaped. Although he knew that it was wrong to be watching, that he should probably go back down the hallway and come back walking loudly so thatshe would know he was there... he couldn't help himself. He wanted to enjoy the view of her ass pointing straight at him, and the way its tight hole winked at him as she plunged her fingers into her wet pussy. He wanted to enjoy watching her pleasure herself...

So rather than retreating or saying anything, he quietly reached into his pants and began to fist his dick, his gaze locked onto her upturned rear and pussy. He wished it was his dick rather than her two fingers in her pussy, but watching was almost as good. Squeezing himself and moving his hand up and down the shaft, rubbing the head, he watched lustfully as her ass waved in the air.

"Oh... Oh... yes..." She started panting, moaning really. The hand that had been playing with her breasts abandoned them to steady herself. She clung to the shelves in front of her as her fingers pressed deeper into her pussy. Then one of her fingers slipped out of her pussy and back to her ass, sliding into the tight hole.

Rob stifled a groan as he watched this invasion of her back door. Wendy was so innocent-looking that he'd had no idea she could possibly be into something likethat. Seeing her actually playing with herself—and then sticking a finger in her ass!—just completely blew him away.

He had to be the luckiest man on earth.

As she continued to stroke her holes, he started wondering how often she did this. Wendy always went to straighten up the back room while he cleaned the kitchen. No one else was ever around and by now she surely knew exactly how long it took him to clean up. She could do this every single day, and no one would ever know...

It sure gave new meaning to when she would tell him, "I'm going to the back."

Rob wondered if she said it that way on purpose. Perhaps every day she would come back here and masturbate, sticking her fingers up her ass.

His mind stopped wandering when she started actually talking dirty... and one of the things she said was his name.

"Oh yes, Oh god, yes.... give it to me... give it to me deep... oh you dirty man, Rob! Oh you're in my ass! Oh god, Rob... your dick is so far up my ass.... Oh, I can feel it! Oh, it hurts so good..." Wendy was completely lost in her own world, a second finger pushing into her tight asshole as she moaned and moved her hips against the air. Rob suddenly realized that she was imagining a man behind her, fucking her tight ass while she played with her pussy... and the man she was picturing was him.

It was almost enough to make him come right there on the spot... but he couldn't be totally sure it was him, could he? Did she even know any other Robs?