Giving up Her Ass

Kaylee had her boyfriend Sam on his back on the bed, achingly hard. She was between his legs, slowly teasing the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, she was determined to edge him for as long as possible, but her real thoughts were elsewhere...

His thumb pressed against her butt hole... he had just been lubing his thumb up for... for... oh, god, he was slipping his thumb into her butt! Wait it was too big to be his thumb... what was stretching her back there. She couldn't take much more...

"This ass belongs to ME now! So, I'm putting my seal over it."

That was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out. She came-to with her right cheek pressing against the bed. She remembered she was bent over the side of Rick's bed, she had been standing in heels, but her knees had since given out and she was draped over the edge of the bed like a ragdoll. There was a feeling of fullness back there, she was dripping wet and she could feel the head of his cock sliding up and down her slit. But... if it wasn't his cock in her ass... what was it?

Back in the present, she was only half paying attention to what she was doing with Sam. Fuck it, he was hard and ready, she needed something inside her; even if he wasn't Rick. Sam was going to have to do. Reaching over to the bedside drawer she pulled out a condom, and rolled it on Sam's penis. She could tell he was disappointed at having to wear one, but he'd long since given up complaining about it; she'd made clear that his whining about it was a turn-off, and usually put an end to sex for the night. She was happy he'd learned his lesson and now just kept his mouth shut.

She slid up to hover astride his erection, the tip just inches from the entrance to her pussy, close enough to let him feel the heat emanating there. His need was palpable. Her pussy was everything to him right now.

She just needed dick, and his was ready. It was an adequate substitute, but what she was thinking about right then was Rick. Rick's cock when it began the amazing, agonizing, frustratingly slow penetration of her previously faithful pussy. Mimicking the speed at which Rick had so recently fucked her, she slowly lowered herself down onto Sam's rampant erection; desperately trying to physically recreate the memory of her literal and metaphorical penetration by her landlord.

As Kaylee slowly sank down on him he felt an amazing tightness he'd never felt before... at first he thought it was his imagination, but as she rose and lowered herself in a gentle rhythm, he distinctly felt the friction on the underside of his shaft - almost as if her pussy itself was stroking the underside of his dick.

Kaylee's pace quickened as Rick's had, God she wished she felt as full now as she had with him. She smashed down as hard as she could, but felt only three quarters as full - if that. The butt plug helped, though, she still felt fuller than she ever had riding Sam.

Her frantic movements intensified as she remembered what had happened next. Rick had grabbed her hair and holding it in one hand from behind, pulled her head up. Sam never did anything like that. Wait. Maybe if she could get him to. If she switched positions...

Sam was fast reaching climax when suddenly Kaylee pulled up off of him.

"Wha-?", he began. But before he could say any more, she had spun around into reverse cowgirl, grabbed his staff in one hand, and lowered herself back onto him. And then began riding - hard!

Now the pressure was on the top of his shaft. That's when he first noticed it. A round, silver disc covering her butt hole. She was wearing a butt plug! When did she put that in? He didn't even know she owned one.

But while Sam's thoughts were puzzling out the butt plug mystery, Kaylee's mind was flashing back to her recent tryst with Rick. His tight grip on her. His long powerful thrusts into her. Commanding her with his every movement to serve his needs. She was on the edge of cumming when he let out a loud grunt and shoved deep inside her. She momentarily saw stars from the brief moment of pain as his cock hit her cervix, and she almost passed out again.

"Nnnnggh," she moaned through gritted teeth. As she writhed around, Sam felt the firmness of the butt plug rubbing against his shaft through the narrow wall between her two holes.

Meanwhile Kaylee continued to relive the memory of her earlier fucking. In her mind Rick was thrusting hard. He was slamming into her with loud, rhythmic slaps. She felt it building in her. She seemed to be rising, rising, rising, and then tipping over the precipice forever, until...

"Urrrgh!!!!" Rick made one final, amazing, brutal thrust, completely filling her.

Then she felt it.

The warm wetness shooting deep inside her previously faithful pussy. Rick came inside her. Unprotected. A feeling she'd never experienced before. The thought drove her over the edge!

Then it had sent her crashing into another powerful orgasm, the likes of which she had never previously known. Never even thought possible. Even the recollection of it here and now, while her boyfriend was making small little upward thrusts was still enough to give her a tiny rippling orgasm. Maybe not overpowering like with Rick, but sweet nonetheless.

Sam lost it, he began thrusting in longer strokes, but pulled back an inch too far and popped out entirely, just as his climax hit. Two little spurts landed on the bedspread.

As they rolled apart, panting and letting their breathing return to normal, Sam said, "Mmm. So good." "Yes," said Kaylee. "You're amazing," Sam said. "You're not bad yourself," she replied. "That's the only pussy I need," Sam said.

"When's your family arriving for Thanksgiving?" Kaylee, changed the subject.

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The next afternoon, Kaylee stood outside Rick's door, her pulse hammering in her ears. She'd changed into her French maid's uniform at work, her short skirt and tight top clinging to her sweat-damp skin. No panties, no bra--as instructed. She knocked, and Rick opened the door, his dark eyes raking over her with possessive hunger.

"Inside," he said, his voice a low growl.

She stepped in, slightly wobbling. Walking in stiletto heels was new for her. Rick shut the door with a deliberate thud, turning to face her. His five o'clock shadow was rougher today, his bedhead more pronounced, and the sight of him stirred something primal in her.

"You know why you're here," he said, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Sir," she replied, her voice soft, submissive.

"Strip."

Kaylee obeyed, peeling off her top and skirt in fluid motions, letting them pool on the floor. She stood naked before him, her skin prickling under his gaze as he circled her like a predator sizing up its catch.

"Good girl," he murmured, stopping behind her. "On the bed. Ass up."

She climbed onto his unmade bed--the one she'd failed to tidy last time, sparking this whole arrangement--and positioned herself on her knees, face pressed to the mattress, ass raised high. Rick's hands roamed her curves, rough palms igniting her skin. He delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek, the sting blooming into heat.

"You've been wearing the plug like I told you," he said, his fingers tracing the base of it, still buried inside her.

"Yes, Sir," she gasped as he gently tugged on it, sending a jolt through her.

"Time to replace it." He eased the plug out, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But then she felt the blunt tip of his cock--bare, hard, and insistent--pressing against her ass. With one steady thrust, he filled her, stretching her wide. Kaylee cried out, clutching the sheets as he began to move, each stroke deep and unrelenting.

Rick gripped her hips, pounding into her with a rhythm that left no doubt who owned her. "You're mine," he grunted, his voice thick with dominance. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Sir," she panted, surrendering completely.

He pulled out abruptly, flipping her onto her back. She sprawled across the bed, legs splayed, and he knelt between them, entering her pussy this time--pulling off the condom he'd been wearing. The sensation was overwhelming, his bare skin against hers, claiming her in a way forbidden to Sam. He fucked her hard, his strong hands pinning her wrists above her head, his eyes boring into hers.

"Who controls you?" he demanded.

"You do, Sir," she moaned, her body trembling.

He drew back, keeping just the tip in her and held it there.

"And your little boyfriend?"

Kaylee's mind raced. Why was he bringing up Sam. As Rick remained motionless, leaving her feeling empty, she suddenly realized what the answer was.

"You control him too... th..thru... through me."

"That's right." On the word "right" with a final, brutal thrust, he came inside her, his release triggering hers. She shuddered beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over her as his seed filled her, marking her as his.

When they stilled, Rick brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch deceptively gentle. "You're doing well, Kaylee. Now, about Sam--keep him wrapped up. Tell him it's for safety, or make up some excuse. And I want you to start taking charge. Little things--make him cook, rub your feet. Make him want to please you."

"How?" she asked, still catching her breath.

"Easy. Ask sweetly, reward him when he does it. He'll think it's his idea." Rick smirked. "But we both know who's really in charge."

"Yes, Sir," she said, a shiver of excitement running through her. She wasn't sure how to process the idea of her taking charge of their relationship... but it was the sexual afterglow, but the idea gave her an undeniably warm, positive feeling.

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Darkness was descending like a thing blanket across the town when, back in her apartment, Kaylee took the first steps of putting Rick's plans into action. Sam walked in, tossing his keys on the counter, and she greeted him with a warm kiss. "Hey, babe, my feet are killing me from work. Would you mind rubbing them?" It wasn't a lie. Her feet were killing her from the high black heels Rick made her wear, and cleaning Rick's place was work he actually made her do before he allowed her to leave.

He grinned, oblivious to the shift. "Sure, anything for you."

She was already barefoot, having stashed the heels back in the closet when she arrived home. As Sam knelt at her feet, massaging her soles, Kaylee leaned back, a quiet thrill buzzing in her veins. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it was the start of something new. She exaggerated her moans. She imagined Rick hearing her through the wall nodding in approval as he sipped a glass of wine.