"I think we should smoke a joint and then you should do anything you want to me," Anna said one afternoon in her living room.
If I didn't know Anna, I suppose I could interpret that statement in various ways, though any interpretation would probably lead to vaguely similar conclusions. But knowing Anna, I understood it to mean that she wanted it rough today. She was under the impression that what men like me wanted was to fuck hard for extended periods of time.
True, I'm a big fan of this particular activity, but I like other things, too, and I know that Anna is not particularly suited for extended periods of hard fucking. She's a very petite woman with a very tight little pussy. But I knew what she expected by "anything you want," and I certainly didn't want to disappoint her.
Anna is not the most relaxed person, but she knows relaxing is good for most sexual activities, thus the joint. I generally think sex is better with pot, so no conflict there. I rolled a joint, and we smoked it. Anna was slouched in her big padded chair, looking up at me with an expression that defined the word "sultry." She was really psyching herself up for whatever might be in store.
"Let's go to your room," I suggested.
Anna dutifully got up and walked into her room while I followed. She's a good submissive, but a submissive that really wants to be dominated enough can start to become a bit demanding, in a way that may seem to be crossing the line from submissive into something else. Anna entered her room as she was told to, but she paused in front of her large, elevated bed, bending over slightly, holding onto the side the of the mattress, and looked back at me.
He doesn't want foreplay, and neither do I, I could hear her thinking. I knew the pot by itself wouldn't be enough to really relax her and get her ready for "anything" – or rather, rough sex, what she really meant. But she was clearly being insistent, bent a bit forward like that, with her ass reaching towards me, her eyes looking back at me expectantly.
I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Holding onto the bed with my right hand for balance, I licked the fingers of my left hand and put my hand between her legs, lubricating the entrance to her pussy. Feeling her little labia and the tight little entrance to her pussy turned me on enough to fuck her. Maybe when I'm old and tired I'll require more foreplay, but as Anna already knew, this was enough for me.
I found my way into Anna and slowly slid in all the way. Anna inhaled quickly and looked away from me. She was wincing, I knew. She was not ready for this, but she was a bit of a self-destructive submissive. She didn't care whether she was ready, only whether I was.
I quickly got into a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. In musical terminology, I was going in on the "one" and "three" and out on the "two" and "four," if we were fucking in 4/4 and the meter was that of your average rock & roll song. We were starting out on the wrong foot, really, too much too fast, but Anna had collected herself so she was no longer wincing or looking away, but forcing herself to look back towards me, nodding her head affirmatively, making approving gestures.
I withdrew and told her to get on the bed. She removed the rest of her clothing and lay down on the bed, looking at me expectantly. I paused for a moment to soak in the vision of her lean, muscular, small frame beneath me, her pubic hair so blonde it was barely visible, just like the hair on her head, so Scandinavian as to almost be albino.
I bent down over her, kissed her around her face and neck, kissing her breasts, licking her nipples, then biting them. I bit harder, gripping her nipples between my teeth and pulling on them. Anna's breathing got a bit heavier. She likes being bitten. Inspired by this reaction, I bit her more. Her stomach is so flat and lean that it can be hard to gather up enough skin to bite, but I managed. I bit her inner thighs a bit. She jumped a bit, but then relaxed again. I moved towards her pussy to eat her.
I neglected to tie her hands up first, though. Free to move, and unwilling to take anything so vanilla as me eating her, Anna sat up.
"I want to eat you," she declared, and then I was in her mouth.
She engulfed me with her mouth as best she could, over and over, as deeply as possible, not wasting any time on more subtle movements. Just as well, I thought, since she often gets wetter from eating me than from me eating her.
After a while, I pushed her back down onto the bed. With no prompting, she spread her legs wide and looked up at me with a quiet eagerness. I entered her slowly. Eating me had definitely made her wetter. I held her close to me and moved in and out of her slowly but firmly. I'm a bit large for Anna, but in this position she can take all of me, and the way I rub her clit as I'm moving in and out also makes her come pretty much every time.
She was enjoying herself, it clearly felt good. As I moved in and out, I felt her loosening up, her body really getting into it, this was just the kind of activity her little body was built for. She was getting wetter by the minute, and more and more excited. After a few minutes, she was getting close to having an orgasm.
"Fuck me hard," she said suddenly.
She seemed to suddenly remember what her role was – to know what I wanted before I did, and to make sure I did it. She wasn't being pushy, but she was being moderately insistent, even to the point of putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me upwards a bit, encouraging me to get into a kneeling position so I could fuck her harder and deeper. I could, of course, have put her hands back on the bed, tied them there, and did whatever I wanted to her. But her idea seemed like a good one to me, and I obliged.
Up on my knees, I looked down at her glowing little body, and positioned my arms under her legs, and went into her deeply. She winced a bit, and her legs were tense, pushing back at my arms. She was viscerally concerned about me hurting her, I could feel it in her legs. Tense. This wouldn't do for either of us.
"Hold your legs up with your arms, like this," I ordered, wrapping her left arm around her left leg, her right arm around her right leg. "Now hold your hands together."
Her knees were close to the top of her chest, her legs entirely out of my way. I had completely free reign over her little pussy.
I kneeled closer to her, held her thighs for support, so I could bring myself into her as deeply as possible. I went in all the way. She winced. She was a bit concerned, but doing her best to look demure and ready for anything. She was drying up a bit, so I pulled out a bit and lubricated her some more, then went deeply in again. She managed not to wince this time, but just looked up at me demurely.
I then let loose, fucking her the way I'd fuck someone who really liked it that way. I'm not too humble to admit that I'm a man of the world, and I have fucked a lot of wonderful women. Women of all walks of life, from all over the world, all sorts of people, each individuals in their own right of course. But in terms of fucking hard, specifically, women fall into two categories – those who have orgasms as a result of this kind of movement, and those who don't. Anna is in the latter category. Most women in this category can't imagine that other women like this sort of thing. They think this sort of fucking only happens because men like it. Some of them dutifully engage in this sort of fucking in order to please their partner, and others don't. Anna, obviously, does, although it's quite a challenge for her.
As I started fucking her hard, at first she maintained her composure, holding her legs tightly against her chest, looking up at me with a sort of blank, angelic expression that tried hard to mask what lay beneath it. I thought about other women I had known, who would at this point be breathing harder, getting more and more excited, telling me not to stop, because they didn't want me to stop – if I stopped they wouldn't come. If I continued, they would.
Not Anna. After about thirty seconds of this deep, fast in and out, she was beginning to lose it. First her grip on her legs started loosening. Her legs started moving towards me a bit, making it a bit harder to go in quite as deeply. Her face started wincing a bit. She looked away towards the ceiling, as if she was trying to find the strength there to go on. Feeling a bit concerned for her, I stopped moving so fast, started moving slowly and not so deep, looking down at her, appreciating her little frame under mine.
Given this moment of respite, Anna gathered herself together quickly, pulled her legs back up to her chest, looked me in the eye and said, "more."
With the "o" in "more," her tongue came out of her mouth a bit, and her tongue stud came with it, as if to say, it hurt when I got this tongue stud, and I'm OK.
