Page 23 of Butt Stuff

She screamed in sexual excitement as his nimble fingers and the ache in her ass kept her coming, pleasurable stimulation that became almost painful in its intensity. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the sensations overwhelmed her. One of her fingernails broke as she dug it into the shelf in her excitement. Rob pinched her clit as he buried himself in her ass, moving up and down to make himself bounce inside of her as he began to fill her tight hole with spurts of frothy cum, groaning contentedly.

Wendy sobbed, one of his arms under her holding her exhausted body up and pressed against his groin as he finished filling her ass with his cum. She was sagging underneath him, her pussy still burning and sensitive from its forced pleasure. It was the best sex she'd ever had in her life.

And all this time that she'd been masturbating back in this room, hoping that he'd come back here and catch her... hoping that he'd want her. It was fantastic... even better than she'd ever fantasized. Her ass was going to be so wonderfully sore tomorrow...

“Oh baby…” Rob groaned, his hands clutching at her hips. “That was amazing.”

She shivered, and her ass clenched around him again. “That was everything I’d hoped for and more. Are you working tomorrow?”

Rob laughed. “If this is how you like you wind down at the end of a shift, I’m going to be working with you every shift I can.”

Bargaining

Bernardo was a Spanish bandit and right now he was a Spanish bandit in possession of a very beautiful and rich young noble lady. Even more pleasing, the young woman was, at the moment, on her knees in front of him, pleading to keep her maidenhead so that she would still be untouched when her ransom was paid and she was released. Such release would come tonight when her family left the money in the place he’d denoted. Whenever it came to these young innocent women, he could always find such pleasure in the multitude of things that they had to offer him.

First and foremost, the money he got from their families. Also, the time spent looking upon their beauty. And lastly, watching these beauties please him sexually.

Innocent as they were, they didn't realize that their maidenhead was quite easy to protect, and that he would still be able to soil them. Since there would be no signs of the impurities forced upon them, they wouldn't be disgraced except to themselves. And to God, but that was for them to deal with later. Certainly, he was putting his own soul in danger much more than theirs.

As the girl wound up her argument as to why he shouldn't ravish her, he smiled. Lady Purisima immediately fell silent at the malicious and anticipatory look on his face, fearing that her pleadings had done no good.

"I will not take away your maidenhead," he told her, holding back a chuckle when she relaxed. "It would be a shame to deprive Lady Purisima of her name." The pun was obvious, her name meant "pure" which was what she strove to be. He grinned at her relief. "But you will have to make it up to me."

"How?" Her eyes were wide as she blinked up at him. A twenty-year-old virgin, he thought, so shockingly old to be unmarried in these times and not even in a convent. Never mind that the convent had been her destination before he'd plucked her up out of the baggage train. Really, she should have been there years ago. He wondered why she hadn't been able to get a husband, being both pleasing to look at and endowed with a sizable dowry. Perhaps the rumors that she had fought her parents, demanding to be sent to the convent, were true.

Smiling, he reached down, watching as she trembled and closed her eyes when one of his fingers slid along the curve of her breast.

"Disrobe," he ordered her.

Lady Purisima looked up at him, shocked. "But..." she started, breathless and afraid. Had he not just said that he would not dishonor her?

"You will keep your maidenhead." He didn't allow her to finish. "But you will still pleasure me. Or you will not keep your maidenhead, and I will take you by force. It is your choice." His smile was most unpleasant to her now.

Mutely, she stared at him, then got to her feet and began quietly undressing. For whatever reason, she trusted that he would keep his word. Innocent as she was, she had no idea howhe would be pleasured without taking her maidenhead, but she believed that he would not, as long as she cooperated.

Naked and afraid, she hugged herself as his eyes roamed her body.

"Take your arms down."

She didn't move.

"Take your arms down," he ordered again.

Purisima's eyes pleaded with him as her hands and arms covered her plump breasts and the patch of hair between her thighs. Angry, Bernardo stepped forward. She closed her eyes as he forced her arms to either side of her body, his hands rough on her upper arms, so that he could look upon her nakedness. She was beautiful, breasts heaving with her terror, ivory skin soft and supple. He ran his hands along her sides, from her arms to her breasts and down to her hips, and she shuddered at the touch. It was frightening and yet… something deep within her responded.

"Get on your knees," he told her.

Eyes sparkling with unshed tears, big brown orbs in her tight, drawn face, she obeyed. He undid the laces on his pants and his thick meat sprung forward, bobbing in front of her horrified gaze.

Obviously, this was the first time she'd seen a man. Instinctively, she leaned away from his manhood. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her forward. "Open your mouth."

Staring up at him, her eyes pleading as she begged, "No..."

As soon as her mouth opened in protest, he shoved his cock forward between her lips, warning, "Do not bite me, or you will lose your maidenhead." Obediently, she kept her mouth open, even as the first of her tears began sliding down her face. They did nothing to mar her beauty, and he admired how pretty she looked with her pink lips wrapped tightly around his dick.

"Use your tongue, suckle on me," he ordered her, and began moaning his gratification as she obeyed. Her mouth was obviously untried, but there was something about innocence that made his balls tighten anyway. And she was quite the innocent. He began pressing his meat in and out of her mouth, making her gag as he pushed more and more of his thickness down her throat. But she wasn't resisting anymore, and he stopped holding her so roughly with his hands, using them instead to caress her hair and face as she sucked him.

Reaching down, he grabbed hold of her breasts, and could hear her muffled protests around his dick. However, she didn't make any move to try and remove his hands. Pinching her nipples gently, he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, enjoying the feel of a woman in his hands. Especially since he was quite sure that he was the first man to ever get his hands on her exquisite tits and their alluring pink nipples. Despite her lack of technique, the knowledge of her innocence brought him fairly quickly to orgasm. It probably helped that he hadn't had a woman in several months either, and he certainly didn't intend on wasting anything with this one. She was much too pretty to waste.