Erotic Story: Ode to doggy-style

‘Yes, like that. This is exactly how I want you.’

His words are tingling through my body. I know that he doesn’t have to do much to get me aroused, but I didn’t expect that only a few instructions would get my panties wet.

On hands and knees I look back briefly. He’s standing at the foot end, still fully dressed and studies me attentively.

‘Can you lean forward just a little further?’

I obediently do what he asks.

‘Hmm, that’s even better.’

I stare ahead and sigh. My insides are already burning, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

I feel naked. And not just naked, but totally, in full view, vulnerably naked. He’s seen me naked at least a hundred time before, but something about doggy-style makes me feel extra vulnerable. He’s staring straight into my sensitivity and I fucking love it.

I hear him unbuttoning his shirt. I have to do my best not to turn around. I do what I’m supposed to do, and stay put on hands and knees.

I stare at the sheets. White and fresh, which they probably won’t be for long. My nipples are softly poking against the sheets. Fuck, just the thought of what he’s planning to do, makes me wild.

Then I hear some rustling, and again I have to do my best to stay in position. I feel a few thuds on the bed next to me and when I carefully look to the side, I see a bottle of lube and a buttplug.

I feel him climbing on the bed. He’s coming closer to me. Then I feel his legs between mine, his hand gently stroking my bare back, moving up my spine. He collects my loose strands in his hands and throws my hair over my shoulder.

‘Are you ready?’

I nod briefly and do my best to keep my nerves under control.

He carefully blindfolds me and my eye-sight goes black. His fingertips tickle my nose, my lips and jaw. My mouth automatically drops open a little.

I feel his weight leaning against my back.

‘If it’s too much, just let me know.’ His whisper tickles my ears.

I nod briefly again. I grab the duvet and feel his hand running over my skin once more. Over my hair, spine and lower back. Then it disappears, to playfully slap one of my ass cheeks next.

I let out an uncontrolled, excited scream. He gives a satisfied, even proud, smile.

His fingertips softly run over the skin where he just slapped me. I don’t need to see it to know that his handprint is visible on my ass now.

With his hand on my lower back, he presses me further into the matrass. I automatically drop my face into the matrass and try to focus on my breath.

‘Push yourself back a little more.’

I listen to his words and try to push my ass up in the air as far as I can. A gentle tap against the inside of my thighs communicates that I can spread them a little further.

Then I feel his fingertip between my buttocks, raw and arousing. A few seconds later I feel his warm breath against that sensitive piece of skin. I sigh, in full anticipation. My body can’t wait to feel his touch.

And then it happens, soft and warm. His tongue slides against my labia. Driving me crazy, and it seems he does his best not to touch my clit. He licks my groin, and every now and then the tip of his nose touches my behind.

‘Hmm,’ he groans against my skin. ‘You really look good enough to eat.’

His words get through to me, my hands grip the sheets more firmly and I bite my lower lip. Here it goes.

With commitment, he licks my heat with his firm, flat tongue. I moan softly with every stroke of his tongue. Stabs of intense pleasure shoot from my insides all through my body. He kisses my labia, sucks them gently and circles my clit. Slowly but surely I’m practically overflowing with horniness. The drops of his saliva tickle the inside of my thighs.

Inch by inch, agonizingly slowly, he moves up kissing. He kisses my opening, licks his way in with his tongue and sucks the sensitive spot close to my back hole.

I’ve lost control of my breathing and I surrender completely.

He places his hands on my butt cheeks and gently pulls them further apart.

Another confident laugh rolls from his mouth. Then he seems to have disappeared.

He grabs my wrists with both hands and forces my arms back along my body. The little hold I still had, is completely gone now. I’ve no other choice but to rest my face on the matrass.

His hands lean on my wrists and he bends over again and licks my back hole.

‘Shit,’ I manage to groan.

He keeps licking steadily. In the meantime, my throat feels dryer by the minute. All my fluid seems to be collecting in one place. He’s preparing me.

After a few fiery seconds between my buttocks, he disappears. He lets go of my wrists, leaves my skin and I take a few deep sighs.

With his thumb he divides his saliva. And follows it up with a sizable dollop of lube. He maddeningly massages my anus and every now and then lets his fingertip disappear inside. And just when my body’s getting used to his rhythm, he changes it again.

Cold and longingly, the tip of the butt plug is pressing against my back hole. He softly circles it and pushes the tip in a little further. Until my body accepts it and sucks it in. I groan excitedly. He slowly pulls it out again. Only to push it back in, and then pulls it out again. He repeats this grueling game until I softly start begging.

I still feel the drops tickling between my legs. But I’m not so sure anymore that it’s only his saliva. I’m aroused and very wet. For a moment, the butt plug is gone and just when I want to exhale, he pushes it in completely. My moaning echoes through the bedroom and he softly kisses one of my ass cheeks.

‘Ssh. Here we go.’

I swallow hard and try to prepare my body for what’s coming. I hear rustling and feel his weight moving on the matrass. From the pressure on my behind I feel that he’s pushing his thumb against the butt plug. His free hand slides through my wetness and then takes a firm hold of my ass. Yes, here we go.

His dickhead slides through my labia, spreading all my wetness. Then it presses against my opening, and he squeezes my buttocks and thrusts inside me mercilessly hard. My body stretches, adapts and closes around him.

A loud moan sounds through the room, shit, his moaning sounds so good.

He starts with small, short thrusts, followed by increasingly deeper thrusts. The butt plug dances to his rhythm. He grabs my wrists together and puts them on my lower back, and keeps them firmly in place with one hand. His free hand moves towards my hair, which he collects between his fingers. He firmly pulls me up by my hair. I moan, very hard. It feels so raw and bestial. So hot.

Because of the way my head’s being pulled back, I can barely produce a sound.

He groans a few curse words and thrusts firmly. Then he lets go of my hair, so my head drops back onto the matrass and I feel him grab the butt plug.

For a moment it’s quiet and my body shivers as he pulls out. I hear the cap coming off the bottle of lube and feel a generous blob being divided between my buttocks. His cock presses softly against it. Ever firmer, ever deeper. Until my behind closes around him. I start to whimper as soon as he pushes himself deep inside me.

‘Shit, your ass is so tight,’ he growls.

My skin’s immediately covered with goosebumps. His hand slides forward and finds my clit. As he starts to thrust, his fingertips press against my clit. His thrusts are on the edge of painful, and that’s exactly how I like it.

Our moaning comes together and fills the bedroom. We get caught up in the rhythm, and I dare to push my ass back, giving counter pressure.

His nails dig into my skin as I scream into the sheets, like a fucking ode to doggy-style.