Upon getting up, Misty threw on Mark's bathrobe, but it seemed heavy with accusations. Instead of the usual comfort, his scent called her, a cheating whore. "I'm a cheating whore," she said aloud. The scissor cut underwear on the pillow, made her feel even guiltier. She removed his robe, and threw it on the closet floor. She put on her robe instead. Then she stowed the underwear away into her panty drawer, making sure to bury them deep. Once everything was hidden away, she felt better.
As per usual, Misty made a bee line for the percolator and got the coffee going. She couldn't believe it was almost noon. She was glad she had no classes today, her mind was like slush.
She was stunned at her feelings about the previous evening. Mark meant the world to her, but already she began to question their relationship. They got along great. They had a lot in common, but in truth, it was all so very vanilla. Her relationship with Mark was comfortable, meaning, they were in love, but it lacked passion.
Jason shook her world last night. It was as though she had lost her virginity all over again. She had already been attracted to Jason, but in one evening, she had felt sparks she never would have thought possible. Those feelings belittled anything she felt or shared with Mark. What she had identified as passion and love with Mark seemed a silly school girl crush by comparison.
They, Jason and her, had established a verbal contract that made her feel alive In light of the contract, they didn't make love; they fucked. There's something honest in fucking. It's like saying I want you too much, crave you so wholly, that I can't be tender, give me your ass. Today, therefore, her pussy still purred with pleasure and begged for more. Her head swam in anticipation, of not only their next liaison, but everyone to come.
At the same time though, she knew it wasn't love with Jason, at least not yet. She craved his cock passionately. She adored it. She liked Jason, and now she liked him much more, but only because he devoured her. The stepping stones to love were surely in place. She needed to get to know him better.
That she was willing to break her anal rule from her admittedly short sex life spoke volumes. Mark was only her third partner, Jason her fourth, now she was eager to break all the rules just to see that cock. She would be buying an enema bag today. She would cleanse her colon to make way for her twelve inch dildo. She would smear Vaseline on her dildo and asshole and cram it home. She was intent on getting Jason to fuck her ass tonight, because she wanted to please him. She was bound and determined to cement this perverse relationship and strengthen it with her submission and compliance to something that resembled love. Misty wanted to be his "fuck toy," that's what he called her, and she liked it.
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. After a few rings, "Hello." She heard.
"Hi Jason, it's Misty."
"Hey girl, what do you have going on tonight?" Jason asked.
"How's dinner sound? Here at my place." Misty proposed.
Jason laughed, " Groovy! You read my mind, sweetness."
"Say 6:30?"
"6:30. I'll be there."
"I'm looking forward to it, Jason. I really enjoyed your company last night. I don't know if you'd consider it..." Misty dared, "but I'd like you to move in here. I get scared at night. It'd be nice to have a man around the house. Especially one I care about."
"Wow, are you sure that's a good idea?" Jason paused, "I'm not sure Mark would approve."
Misty laughed, "You can't own my ass from across town; I want you here. I'll worry about Mark. To be honest, and not to scare you, after last night, I want to get to know you a lot better. I already had feelings for you, now I can't stop thinking about you."
"Oh my God, I'm glad you said that, same here, Misty. Perhaps we're both fucking crazy, but it sure would be fun to find out."
"Is that a, yes?" Misty prayed.
"Yes, Misty, I would love to move in with you. Like I said last night, I've wanted your ass since I met you, and I meant it."
"I've got errands to run, so I've gotta go. I'll have a key made for you. See ya tonight." She said, followed by a kissy sound.
"We're nuts! Bye, sweetheart."
"Bye, lover."
It was 4 o'clock, some chores, and two, half-hour enemas later, Misty was smearing Vaseline on her asshole. She picked-up her dildo and did the same. She squatted and placed the dildo's base on the bathroom floor, in line with her asshole, and slowly lowered onto to it. She was straining her ass open, as though taking a shit, reasoning she's had taken bigger craps, so reversing the process should work. She slipped. Fell backwards, her ass hit the tub and its thin Vaseline coat made her slide straight down and sank about ten inches of the dildo up her caboose in less than a second. It felt as though a red hot branding iron had been rammed up there.
"OUCH!! Fuck me!" She screamed. Tears filled her eyes and a few fell. She sat perfectly still, as though sitting on a landmine, until the pain subsided. It took a several minutes, but it eventually did. She then got on all fours and reached back to the dildo's last inches and began working it in and out in progressively longer and faster strokes. That was relatively painless, though uncomfortable, yet after several minutes, she could feel an orgasm building.
"Damn!" She said with disbelief.
She then extracted it slowly, which hurt a little, but nowhere as much as that unwitting first thrust. She started again. This time she fed it in on all fours very slowly. Once she cleared the sphincter, it was smooth sailing. Until, at last, she was throttling it fast, hard and deep with ease. She considered the experiment complete. Misty would offer her virgin ass up for slaughter tonight after dinner.
She administered one more 30 minute enema, and then took a shower before starting dinner.
Her cooking skills weren't the greatest, but she tried her best. She was baking seasoned, breaded chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans. She timed it to be ready for 6:40. Reasoning, if Jason had had as much fun as she did last night, there's no way he would be late. She proved to be right. He showed at ten after six.
"My dear Lord..." Jason whispered to a deathly still and stunned silence at the door's opening.
Misty's hair was in pigtails, with a red bow at the birth of each. Her face was done up with sluttish eye make-up: she used a light blush on her eyelids, thick black eyeliner and mascara which made her blue eyes sparkle with delight and sin, and bright red lipstick. Her lips matched the polish on her fingernails perfectly. She wore a red bustier with black embellishments of lace and bows, it made her tits boil over perfectly with each inhale; a pair of fishnet stockings whose black gartered attachments were visible beneath the hemline of her black mini skirt, from which her ass cheeks also peeked out seductively, a definite, 'I ain't wearing no panties declaration,' and she completed her whorish presentation with a pair of red "fuck me" pumps.
As Jason closed the door behind him, Misty fell to her knees and grabbed the waistband of his jeans on the way down. She slammed his ass into the door and followed in on him. Her face was already a breath away from her desire. In seconds she had the belt, snap and zipper undone and yanked his clothes down his thighs exposing his limp member, which hung from the forest of his dark brown pubes. With one hand she lifted his cock, with the other she raised his hairy balls to her mouth and inhaled one, and then the other. She churned them in her mouth as best she could by sucking hard and releasing them as her tongue juggled back and forth between the two. She felt his cock growing rapidly in her hand, while she reached between his thighs to caress his firm, smooth ass to pull her face in tighter.
Jason was amazed at the monster slut that greeted him. Had he created her, or were the latent demons always there and he just roused them? He said nothing during her oral attack on his jewels. He just pondered the creature that knelt before him.
Just as suddenly, at feeling his behemoth fully erect, she spat his balls out and rose to her feet, "That's for spanking me last night." She whispered into his face. She stuck her tongue out at him. Then, she turned and walked away, shaking her ass as she strutted in to tend to dinner, leaving him blue-balled and grinning.
Before she disappeared into the kitchen, she reached into her bustier and extracted a house key and tossed it to him. He caught it though he had been struggling with getting his dick stowed away again. "Welcome home, Jason. I really mean that; I'm so glad you said, yes." And she was gone, but for heel clicks on the kitchen floor.
"Believe me, after this display, I'm glad I said yes too. But, you do realize you're getting a spanking after dinner, don't you?" He hollered after her.
"We'll see, won't we?" She giggled in reply. She was holding in reserve the news she was ready for a new form of punishment. She couldn't wait to have her asshole pounded. After all, she was proud of the effort she made for him, and hoped he'd appreciate her even more. She wanted him to fall in love with her hard. She was already certain she would with him. She couldn't help herself.
Finally, Jason joined Misty in the kitchen with a huge bulge laid on his right hip. Misty laughed at the resulting bulge, and then continued prepping the mashed potatoes.
"Can I help you with anything love?"
"No, but you can grab yourself a beer or a glass of wine from the fridge and sit down and admire my ass as I work." She chuckled.
