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I got to the lounge first and poured myself a pilsner. One of the treats of visiting Germany is that the beer is so good. I’d just taken the first sip when Tracy walked in. I had to go to the reception desk to bring her in as a guest since she did not have enough status to be able to use the lounge for free.
“Do you drink beer?” I asked her, as walked to a table away from the handful of other people using the lounge.
“Not normally,” she replied. “I rarely drink alcohol.”
“You’re in Germany. It’s compulsory here.”
She laughed. “OK. But I don’t know what to pick. Choose for me.”
I poured her a pilsner too and brought it to our table.
We discussed the work stuff that the meeting was officially about. But I noticed it was all trivial stuff that could have been handled by email. Maybe she was as keen on having a meeting with me as I was on having one with her. Another good sign was that she was drinking her beer fast. Perhaps she wanted to be a little drunk, a little less inhibited than her Chinese upbringing would approve of. We finished all the work discussion. We also finished our beers and so I got us two more.
I picked up her left hand, the one with her wedding ring.
“So you’re married,” I said. “Do you have kids?”
“One,” she said. “Even though we don’t have the one-child policy anymore, it is still unusual to have more than one.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-two.”
“Almost exactly twenty years less than me.”
She made no attempt to pull her hand away so I continued to hold it.
“How does it work in China?” I asked. “Did you have other boyfriends?”
“You mean before I was married?”
I laughed. “Yes. I assume you’ve not had boyfriends since you were married.”
She laughed too. “No. And not before either. My husband was my only boyfriend.”
“Did you do it before marriage?”
She paused, probably not believing I’d just asked her that.
“That’s very personal, if you mean what I think you mean.”
“I like personal.”
“This is not the conversation I was expecting to have, but I like to give as good as I get. So yes, we did it almost a year before our wedding.”
“And you’ve not been a naughty girl since.”
“Now you are being beyond personal. But nope. Husband is the only one.”
She paused. I said nothing, giving her a moment to gather up her courage for whatever she was going to say next.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I did it before marriage too,” I said laughing.
“That’s not what I was going to ask. I bet you had other girlfriends too.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“So are the rumors true? About your girlfriends.”
“Before I was married?”
“No. At the company.”
“What rumors have you heard?”
“I don’t really want to say, but I suppose I have to since I brough up the subject. That you like to do it with the young women in the company.”
“You can say ‘fuck’ you know.”
“I know. I’m not normally this shy at all. So okay. The rumor is that you like to fuck the younger employees.”
“Are you good at it?” I said.
“Fucking? I don’t really know. My husband didn’t have any other girlfriends before we were married so he doesn’t have any standards for comparison. We’ve both only…done it…with each other. Now I’m being shy again. We’ve only fucked each other.”
I took a gulp of my beer. It was time to escalate things. “Do you like to suck his cock?”
She looked at me, cleared stunned that I’d dared to ask her that.
“Remember, you like to give as good as you get,” I continued.
“Okay. Yes.” She paused. “Actually, no, I don’t really like it. But he loves it, so I do it for him.”
“Does he lick you?”
“You mean…down there.”
“You can say ‘pussy’ you know.”
“I know. But I don’t think that word has ever crossed my lips before. Especially not in a hotel lounge.”
“So does he lick your pussy?”
One glance at her face was enough to tell me she was getting aroused. I was probably imagining it, but it was as if her nostrils were flared. Her pupils were certainly enlarged. Her pussy was probably enlarged too, not that I could see it, of course.
“No,” she replied. “He thinks the idea’s gross.”
“That’s not very generous. You suck him off but he doesn’t return the favor.”
“I’ve read that it feels wonderful.”
“I think you’re ready to find out,” I said, almost in a whisper.
“I know. It’s so tempting.”
“You set up this meeting because you wanted to know if I’d try and seduce you.”
“Was it that obvious?”
“And did I try and seduce you?”
“I don’t really know. I mean somehow you got the subject onto sex. Is that seduction?”
“A good seduction is subtle. You don’t realize it’s happening until it’s too late.”
“Is it too late now?”
“Yes. Time for you to be a naughty girl.”
I let go of her hand, then grasped her wedding ring and pulled it off. Then I picked up her right hand and slid it onto her finger. We both looked at it knowing the significance of my having moved it. It was no longer a wedding ring, it was on the wrong hand. She was suddenly single, and all that implied.
I kept hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet. She got up, unsure of what was happening, but too aroused not to want to find out. I let go of her hand so it was not too obvious to the other people in the lounge. I didn’t need to hold it since I knew she would follow.
In the hotel corridor, we were alone. I held her hand again. She didn’t pull it away. I guided her to the elevator. Neither of us said anything. The tension in the air made it impossible to think straight.
In the elevator, the buttons were on her side.
“Which floor are you on?” she asked, as if it were a routine question and not an admission that she was definitely coming to my room. I told her and she pushed the button.
We held hands all the way to the door to my room. I got out my cardkey and opened the door. We both walked in. The door closed and I leaned back against it.
“Do Chinese women kiss?” I asked.
I’d had Chinese lovers before, so I knew they did. But she didn’t answer. Instead, she bent forward and pressed her lips onto mine. It wasn’t in any way a passionate kiss, except that it was submission. We both knew that soon my lips would not be pressing against her mouth but against her lower lips, the inner lips of her pussy.
I put my hands on her breasts. She made no attempt to move away. In fact, she pressed herself forward a little, a willing participant in having her breasts felt by a man who was not her husband for the first time.
I wanted to rip her blouse apart, but that sort of thing might look good in a movie but is not really practical. I started at the top button and slowly worked my way down, undoing all the buttons until her blouse fell open. I reached behind her with one hand and unclasped her bra. I pushed the cups up and let my hands fall on her breasts, the nipples rock hard like pebbles against the palms of my hand.
I moved my hands and pinched her nipples between a finger and thumb. I looked down and inspected them. She had those brown nipples that a lot of Asians have, with big brown areolas an inch or so across. Her nipples were big, at least half-an-inch long, at least when they were hard and erect, which they were. I squeezed her nipples more tightly. She gasped in pain, or surprise, or both.
I moved my head and whispered in her ear. “I want to see your pussy.”
“Only husband has ever seen it before. But somehow I want to show it to you, as if I’m proud of it. And I want to see your cock. I know you’ve got a big one.”
“Because I’m white, not Asian?”
“Well, yes. But the rumors are that you’re big, even for a white guy. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much when it goes in. I’ve only had an Asian one before.”
I took her hand again and led her over to the bed. She slipped her blouse and bra off so she was topless. She kicked her shoes off. She rolled onto the bed and lay on her back. She reached down, undid the button on her pants, lifted up her ass, and slipped them down to her knees. I grabbed them and pulled them off over her feet. She was completely naked except for her boring white briefs. I could see whisps of her pubes escaping past the hem, so I knew she didn’t shave.
“Ready?” she said.
She lifted up her ass again and pushed her panties halfway down her thighs. She had a big triangle of black hair. Not particularly thick, that Asian type of hair that is more like decorative silk. Next, she moved her legs and worked her panties down to her ankles and kicked them away. She was naked.
“I suddenly feel shy,” she said. “I’ve never done this before. I mean like I’m a stripper or something. Not that I’ve ever been to a strip club so I don’t know what strippers do. OK. Stripper-mode on. Here goes.”
She spread her legs wide and I finally got to see her pussy properly. She had prominent light brown inner lips, so her pussy was a bit like a fall leaf in both shape and color. It looked a little swollen with excitement and I could tell from the sheen of her juice that she was already wet. Her outer lips had a dusting of hairs.
“You’ve got a pretty one,” I said.
“Really? I thought they were all the same.”
“Yours is like an autumn leaf.”
“That sounds almost poetic. Ode to my pussy.”
“And your asshole is like a little brown starfish.”
“You’re in a poetic mood.”
“Open your pussy up. Spread your leaf.”
She slid her hands down across her stomach to the top of her slit. Then she moved a bit further so her fingers were on her fleshy outer lips. She spread them apart and the autumn leaf of her inner lips opened up to reveal the pinkness and wetness of the interior of her body.
“Beautiful,” I said. “Masturbate for me. I love to watch.”
“Really? But masturbation is so personal.”
“You’ve never done it for your husband.”
“Never. It’s too private.”
“But you’ll do it for me.”
She moved her hands. One went to one of her breasts and started to rub the nipple. The other started to rub her pussy. She closed her eyes and got lost in the pleasure. I was tempted to let her go all the way to orgasm, but I wanted her first one to be from my tongue.
But she was already thinking ahead.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” she said. I was surprised, firstly because she volunteered without being asked, and secondly because she’d already told me she didn’t enjoy it.
“I thought you didn’t like doing it.”
“It’s not my favorite. But I’m not going to miss sucking the second cock I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen it yet.”
“Maybe the only other cock you’ll see in your life.”
“Yeah. This is so not me. So put it in my mouth before I come to my senses.”
She got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me. She undid my belt and the button on my pants. She slipped my zipper down. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and my underwear and pushed them both down. She gabbed them and lifted up my feet one at a time. She pulled my socks off, and I was completely naked from the waist down. I unbuttoned my shirt as my already hard cock pointed straight at her mouth.
“Oh my god, you’re so thick,” she gasped. “You’re almost the size of my wrist.”
She reached out and wrapped her little Chinese hand around it while she knelt there inspecting it as if she were in a biology lesson. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around me, taking my knob into her mouth.
It always feels special when a woman takes you into her mouth for the first time. I think it because she is the active participant. She is taking you into her mouth, not you pushing yourself into her mouth. She is welcoming your cock with her lips and her tongue.
“Oh yes, Tracy, you feel so good,” I said encouragingly. She started to move her head, letting her mouth slide down the shaft of my cock, letting my cockhead slip all the way to the back of her throat. It may not be her favorite thing to do but she certainly knew how to do it. I pushed my hips forward a little, making little thrusts into her mouth in time with her own movements. She started to move her tongue too, circling it around the most sensitive parts of my cock and then taking as much as she could into her mouth without gagging.
I put my hand on her head to guide her rhythm. It wasn’t all that long since we’d first opened the door to the room, but already I was getting close to cumming.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked.
Without removing her mouth from my cock, she pointed at her face. As she had said earlier, she always gives as good as she gets, and if she is going to suck my cock, she is going to do it properly, and properly means swallowing my cum.
I started to thrust into her a little faster, pushing harder into the back of her throat. I could tell she wasn’t entirely comfortable. My cock is big and her mouth is small. I felt the first twitch of my cock as I blasted the first jet of cum into her mouth. She leapt back in surprise and the next jet of cum fell onto her chest between her breasts. She immediately put her lips back over my cock and gently slid her lips up and down me as I pumped myself empty into her mouth.
She opened her mouth to show me my cum on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. I don’t know why, but it is sexy when a woman swallows your cum. I think again it because she is doing it actively, she is welcoming your cum into her stomach.
I pushed her back against the bed. She scooted up the bed so she was propped up by the pillows and spread her legs. That autumn leaf came into view again. I got onto the bed and lay on my front between her legs. But I went slowly. I kissed the skin on the inner sides of her thighs, planting a little trail of excitement from just above her knee to just below her pussy. I could feel her body shivering with pleasure. I knew her pussy would be aching for the first touch of my tongue, the first tongue to ever touch her pussy. But I kept to kissing her thighs, letting the temperature build to a raging inferno.
Finally, I granted her relief. I used my fingertips on her fleshy outer lips to open up her pussy. I’d already seen her opened up when she did it for me. I pressed the tip of my tongue into her pink opening. She shuddered at the unfamiliar feeling.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she gasped. “Ethereal.”
She tasted sweet and little bit salty. I felt my cock hardening while I let my tongue slip up between her lips until it found the tiny pink pearl of her clit.
“I had no idea,” she sighed. “It’s nothing like when I touch myself.”
As my tongue started to circle her clit, I slipped a finger into her entrance. I started to finger fuck her as my tongue danced on her little button. She was moaning almost continuously then, and breathing hard. Almost panting. Of course, I’d never seen her cum before, so I didn’t really know how close she was. I don’t think she did either.
Suddenly, she shouted, “Don’t stop,” when she realized she was about to cum. A sneaky orgasm had crept up on her unnoticed.
She shrieked in surprise as her orgasm suddenly exploded through her. I could feel her cunt pulsating on my finger as her climax rolled through her whole body. I slowed everything down and changed my tongue motion so I was barely licking her clit, knowing it would probably be too sensitive for more.
I lifted up my head. “Do you ever cum twice?” I asked.
“I never have before. But I feel more aroused than I can remember right now. So maybe I can.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Let’s try. It’s just so good. So intimate. Like you are my real boyfriend making love to me with your tongue.”
“Tell me if I’m too rough. Your clit may be too sensitive. Tell me if you want me to go faster. Or slower. You know your clit much better than me.”
I lowered my mouth to her pussy again. I let my finger slip out of her pussy and slide lower onto the rough pucker of her asshole.
She squirmed. “What are you doing?”
“Fingering your asshole. It only feels weird for, like, ten seconds and then it feels good.”
“I read you can get fucked there too. Anal sex. Have you ever done it?”
“I fuck all my girls anally. Didn’t the rumors also tell you about that?”
“Well I’m not doing it.”
“Why not?”
“You’re too big for a start. You’ll never get it in.”
“You know I like challenges.”
As I started to lick her clit a little harder, I circled the muscular ring of her asshole. As she started to relax, I worked the tip of my finger into her tight rear hole. She had stopped squirming and, even if my finger in her asshole had not reached the point of pleasure, she was accepting it. As I attacked her clit a little more enthusiastically, I pushed my finger deeper into her ass. Then, as my tongue rhythmically attacked her hard little engorged clit, I started to finger fuck her asshole. I was the first person to have my tongue in her pussy and the first person to have my finger in her asshole. It was too soon to bring it up again, but later I was confident she would let me fuck her there.
“Yes, just keep doing that,” she sighed. “I think I’ll get there.”
I didn’t change anything. I kept the same frequency of my tongue masturbating her clit, and finger-fucking her asshole at the same speed. Her breathing was getting heavier, just like it did before she came the previous time.
And just like the previous time, she suddenly gasped “don’t stop.”
A moment later she was cumming again. Less intense than the surprise orgasm that she’d had earlier. Her anal sphincter pulsed around my finger almost painfully, she grunted like an animal. I kept going as she rode the wave of her orgasm until it decayed into little ripples.
I moved up the bed and lay alongside her. “You didn’t know you could do that, did you?”
“Have two orgasms? No. When I masturbate, I always stop once I cum. Maybe I should keep going longer.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Of course.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“Don’t you dare. I want to feel you raw. I want to feel your sperm inside me.” She grasped my semi-hard cock. “How long do you take to recover?”
“Half-an-hour. Maybe an hour. I can’t wait for it to be hard enough to put it inside you.”
“I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“You can go on top. So I enter you at your own speed. I know I’m bigger than your vagina is prepared for.”
“Do you want a drink? We can have another beer from the ridiculously over-priced minbar while we are waiting for my cock to be ready to go again.”
“Sure. This is not turning out to be the evening I was expecting.”
“What did you expect?”
“To be honest, I expected to have my meeting with you. You not make a move, or me being too scared to accept the offer if you did, and then sit in my room doing emails.”
“Or more likely masturbating while you imagined what might have happened.”
“Maybe. But I don’t have to touch myself and imagine it. It’s actually happening.”
“We can fuck. Then I can buy you dinner.”
She laughed. “Usually, you buy a girl dinner before you fuck her, don’t you?”
“After dinner I’m going to fuck you specially. In your ass.”
“Oh my god, please make it not hurt.”
That was music to my ears. She had already accepted she was going to do anal, another hole I would be the first to enter. I realized that just the thought of fucking her in her ass had got me turned-on and my cock was hard again.
I rolled onto my back. She saw my hard cock and didn’t need any guidance. She pushed herself up onto her knees, then straddled me. She reached down and grabbed my cock and guided it into her entrance. I looked down and watched as she sunk down, and my cock slowly slipped into her body. She was tight, really tight, and she was using the weight of my body to get me in. I looked up at her face and I could see she was not comfortable, perhaps even in pain. I knew I was the biggest thing that she’d ever had in her vagina. But she was also really aroused, and she was flooded with slippery juice. It felt wonderful as she gradually pressed herself onto my cock and my big pink cockhead vanished between her brown distended lips. Finally, most of my shaft slipped inside her too.
“You’re so big,” she said, with a broad smile on her face. “I feel so full.”
“You can take it,” I said, laughing.
“Apparently I can. I was worried maybe I couldn’t when I first tried to get it in. It was a bit painful. Like losing my virginity again.”
“Is it okay now? Or still painful?”
“It’s wonderful now. Are you ready for me to fuck you hard?”
“I’ve been ready for you to fuck me hard since the first time I met you.”
“Really? One day you can tell me why you picked me. But right now, just lie back and let me be in charge.”
She started to move her hips. I could feel my cock sliding back and forth inside her cunt as she started to fuck me, slowly at first. She was already wet, but as she got more enthusiastic in her thrusting, I felt her body flood with more of her juice.
One problem with that position is that I couldn’t watch myself going in and out of her. Her body blocked the view. But it was if she had read my mind. She lifted herself up off me and turned around so she was facing away from me. Then she reached down, grasped my cock, and guided it back inside herself. Now I had the perfect view of her pussy lips wrapped around my cock as it slid in and out of her body. I could also see the tight asterisk of her asshole, also a darker brown than her skin, an asterisk that I would stretch out the following morning before breakfast. And before we went to sleep, I would stretch it out with the plug I had purchased, the one where her name was already engraved.
But I couldn’t wait that long. I licked one finger and then put it on her asshole. I gently pushed and watched as the ring of muscle distended and my fingertip vanished into her. Unlike the first time I had fingered her there, she pushed back with enthusiasm. I started to finger-fuck her asshole as my cock fucked her cunt.
“It’s so sexy watching my cock go in and out of your pussy,” I said.
“I wish I could see it. And your finger in my ass.”
“Do you want me to take a video?”
“Good idea.”
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. A moment later I was filming all the action taking place in the corner of her body that a woman cannot see. She reached back and spread her cheeks so my finger slipped in and out of her ass more easily. I stopped recording and set the video to replay. She continued to fuck me as she watched what had been going on between her legs a minute before, the first time she had seen herself getting fucked.
“Oh that looks so obscene. The way my lips stretch around your cock. You look scarily big. I’m amazed I can take you. And perhaps more amazed that it feels so delightful.”
We fucked in that position for a bit until I could sense that she was getting tired.
“Ready to go on your back?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m getting tired doing all the work.”
She rolled off me onto her back and spread her legs wide, like she had done earlier when she first showed me her pussy. I moved between her outspread thighs. She grasped my cock and guided it to her entrance. She was relaxed and welcoming. I pushed my hips forward and my cock slipped into her warm, wet cunt.
I started to thrust harder, pulling my cock out of her until I could just see the rim of my cockhead nestling between her labia. Then I thrust it back in hard. She gasped each time I forcefully re-entered her.
“I’m close,” I said. “Squeeze me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Squeeze your vagina. It’ll make me cum.”
I felt the muscles inside her body clamp down on me. She was hugging me with her pussy.
“Oh yes, good girl,” I blurted out as I felt the welling up inside me and then I was becoming the first man who was not her husband to fell her body with cum. Or sperm as she seemed to like to call it.
“Stay in me,” she said, almost as whisper.
I lay gently on top of her, her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock slowly softening inside her.
“That was perfect,” she said. “It was the best fuck I’ve ever had. It’ll be disappointing to go back home to routine marital sex.”
“You can stay the night. There’s after dinner and tomorrow morning.”
“I don’t think we have time in the morning for more than a kiss. We both have planes to catch.”
“Do you want to go to your room and find some casual clothes, so when we have dinner you won’t look like you just came from the user-group meeting?”
“Good idea.”
“I’ve got a present for you to wear.”
“Lingerie? I know men like to buy lingerie for their girlfriends.”
“You’re my girlfriend now, it seems.”
“Until I fly back to China. You took my wedding ring off.”
“Anyway, it’s not lingerie. It’s something that goes inside your panties though.”
I got off the bed and went across the room and got the buttplug out of my case, and a small tube of lube. I held it in my fist so she could not see the shape and showed her the base.
“Oh my god, it’s got my name on. But what is it? It goes in my vagina or something? It’s a vibrator?”
I opened my fist and let her see the whole thing. It was a metal plug, shaped like an elongated ace-of-spades. A point, then expand to much thicker, then a wider base with her name engraved on it.
“No, it doesn’t vibrate. It is just cold and metallic and it goes in your ass. It’s a buttplug.”
“Oh wow. I’ve never seen one before.”
“Roll onto your front. Spread your ass cheeks.”
I sat up and drizzled lube onto the point of the plug, pressed it against the asterisk of her asshole, and pushed slowly but firmly.
“Oh my god, it’s so big,” she gasped.
I watched her asshole distend around the unyielding metal as I insistently kept pushing. Eventually the widest part of the plug started to stretch her sphincter.
“Ow. It’s too big,” she said.
But I didn’t stop. I pushed hard one last time, she screamed, and it popped into place. The base, with her name engraved on it, nestled between her cheeks.
“It’s in,” I said. “You have to keep it in during dinner. It will help your asshole get prepared for later.”
“I just realized something. You planned to fuck me last week. Before you came to Germany. You engraved my name on the plug.”
“At least you can be confident the plug has not been in any other girl’s asses. It’s a virgin too, like your ass. But you planned something too. You set up a meeting hoping I would invite you to bed.”
She put her hands on her face. “I can’t deny it.”
“Time for dinner. Oh, and wear a thin bra. I like thin bras.”
“Chinese don’t wear thin bras. We don’t have huge breasts, some girls are really flat-chested, so we wear bras to hide our nipples as much as for support. But I’ll look in my suitcase and see what I brought.”
We arranged to meet in the hotel dining room about an hour later, enough time for us both to shower and change our clothes.
She was in jeans and a T-shirt. I could see the white outline of her bra through the shirt. Her nipples were hard and I could just make them out where the poked through two layers of fabric.
“I did something brave for you.” She said. ”I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”
“You wore lingerie?”
“No, not that. It’s not something I’m wearing. It’s something I’m not wearing.” She paused, “Hair.”
“You shaved?”
“I did. I’ve never done it before. It was easier than I expected. After all, on the lips I can’t see what I’m doing.”
“I can’t wait to see your shaved pussy. Is the plug still in?”
“Of course. You’re my boyfriend. I wouldn’t dare to disobey you. I’m prepared at the front by shaving. Prepared at the back by plugging. Breasts prepared with the thinnest bra I brought to Germany. I didn’t dare to go braless in case we meet some colleagues.”
“Your mouth prepared with a little lipstick. You look great.”
“To be honest, it all feels weird. As if everyone in the restaurant can tell I’m shaved and plugged. Only you know, and even you’ve not seen me…what’s the best word...bald? bare?”
“Did you look at yourself in the mirror?”
“Of course. I’ve not seen my slit since I was…I don’t know…eleven. Before my hair grew in. It makes me feel even more naked than naked. Normally, I can’t see the little-girl slit.”
“I can’t wait to see it. Your little-girl slit.”
“Isn’t that a bit pervy.”
“You’re the one who shaved it for me, you perv.”
“Touché.”
“I still want to see it. But since most porn stars are shaved, I don’t think it makes me weird”
“Are they? I’ve never seen porn. I live in China, remember. We have the great firewall.”
“I want to see it. Even if it Is pervy. Like you’re a tweenager again.”
“That’s why I shaved for you. Who knows what I’ll tell husband when I get back.”
“Tell him you did it for him, you wanted surprise him. He’ll be so excited to see you bare that he won’t be suspicious that you really shaved for someone else. What are you going to do with the plug?”
“I thought about that in the shower. I’m going to give it back to you. If and when we meet again, you can put it in again. But it’s too dangerous for me to try and hide at home. Never mind my husband, my son might find it. Plus, it’s solid metal and I don’t want to have to get it through airport x-ray machines.”
“Or you forget to take it out before you walk through the metal detector.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that. That would be beyond embarrassing.”
We had our dinner and a couple of glasses of wine. We talked a little about work gossip, our families, trips we had planned. It was more like a first date before possible sex later. In a way it was, except we’d already had everything except the most extreme sex already. That would be what would come later.
“Do you want to come to my room?” Tracy said as we stood up to leave the restaurant. “It seems even dirtier to do it in my bed. I mean, I know it’s a hotel and our rooms are the same but I want to do the closest thing to inviting you to my own bed.”
Soon, the door of Tracy’s room closed behind us.
“When you first suggested anal sex” she said, “I had no intention of letting you in that hole. Too small, too tight, too dirty. But now, with that metal plug in me, I can’t wait to try it. That plug has changed me. But you put it in, so I guess you changed me too.”
I slid my hand down her back to her ass, and pressed the tips of my fingers onto her jeans where her asshole would be. I could feel the hard metal of the plug. I rubbed it gently and she let out a quiet moan.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“It’s too dirty to say. I’m an innocent Chinese girl. I don’t say things like that.”
“Say it.”
“Okay. I’ll try.” She paused for a couple of seconds, summoning up the courage to say it. “I want you to fuck me in my ass. I want to feel your cock in my forbidden hole.” She paused again. “That’s the dirtiest thing that I’ve said in my life.”
“And now we do the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Yes. Anal sex with a guy who is not the one I am married to. That’s two dimensions of taboo.”
She undid the button on her jeans and pushed them down, revealing a bright red thong stretched across the swelling of her mound, a mound that was hairy when I had seen it earlier, but now I knew was smooth and hairless.
She slowly pushed her thong down to join her jeans. She put her hands on either side of her mound as if she was framing it for a photo.
“Behold my hairless slit,” she said.
“It’s beautiful. I’m so happy you shaved for me. It feels like a privilege to be the first to see it bare.”
“It’s a privilege to be the first cock in my ass too.”
I squatted down and pulled her shoes off, followed by her jeans and panties. I leant forward and kissed her just at the top of her slit.
“Welcome,” she said.
My tongue slipped lower. She slid her fingers onto her now hairless outer lips and spread herself open, revealing the light brown inner labia nestling in the depths of her slit. My tongue slipped onto her clit. It already felt hard, like a little grape-seed aching for the touch of my tongue.
“I love being licked,” she said. “Now that I’ve discovered it.” She made tiny thrusts of her hips, as if she was fucking my mouth with her clit.
“What do I do?” she said.
“Lie on the bed on your back. Pull your knees up to your chest. So you are wide open between your legs.”
She crossed the room and lay on the bed. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and a moment later her bra was off and she was naked. She looked different from when I’d seen her naked before, the lack of the dark triangle of hair changed everything. My eyes found it impossible not to stare at her slit, and further down where the metal of the plug glinted between her cheeks.
I reached down and grasped the base of the plug in her ass. I pulled gently.
“Ouch, it’s so thick,” she grunted.
One thing about a butt plug is that it is almost as hard to pull out as to push in. The widest part has to pass through the ring of muscle either way. I pulled a bit harder as I continued to lick her spread pussy. Eventually, the widest part of the plug came out and the whole plug was in my hand.
“I just realized the lube is in my room.”
“Do you need to go and get it? Can we do it without?”
“Your asshole is not like your vagina. It doesn’t produce its own lubricant. But my mouth does. We can make do with saliva.”
I pulled her so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. I took of my clothes and knelt on the floor with her pussy and ass exposed in a sort of erotic display. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my tongue onto her asshole. She twitched in surprise.
“You’re licking my asshole. That’s so gross.”
I lifted my head. “Doesn’t it feel good though?”
“Yeah, I have to admit it does. Gross, but feels amazing.”
I spat onto one of my fingers and rubbed it in little circles on her asshole, coating the dark pucker with saliva. Gradually, her hole relaxed and a fingertip started to enter her. I lowered my head again and pushed the tip of my tongue hard into the center of the asterisk of her ass.
“Oh gosh,” she gasped. “I don’t think my life is going to be the same after today.”
“Your husband won’t lick your asshole.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I know. But I’ll remember this whenever I touch myself.”
My tongue felt her asshole relaxing. I sat up, licked two fingers, and then pressed one of them into her. I started to gently finger-fuck her ass. As her asshole stopped fighting back, I gradually worked the second finger in.
“I have no idea what you’re doing,” she gasped. “But don’t you dare stop doing it.”
“I’ve got two fingers in your ass. Ready for a third?”
“How would I know? I’ve never had anything in my ass before today.”
As her body got used to be fucked with two fingers, I started to work a third one in. My experience with other girls was that three fingers equals one cock. Once three fingers move easily then my cock will go in without creating a lot of pain or discomfort.
“Hold your cheeks apart,” I ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass open. I pulled out all three fingers and then positioned my cock on her asshole. I pushed, firmly but slowly. Her body opened up and I watched as my pink knob vanished into her ass.
“Okay?” I asked.
“It’s a bit painful.”
“A little bit of pain is just the right amount.”
“Yes, it’s a nice kind of pain. Are you in?”
“Not completely.”
I pulled back a little and then pushed into her again, getting a little further into her body. I started to fuck her, pulling my hips back and then pushing them forward, working more and more of my cock into her. She was making little animal grunts each time I went a little deeper. Eventually, my whole cock was in her ass.
“You’re really tight,” I said.
“Is that good or bad?”
“This amount of tightness is perfect. How is it for you?”
“It’s stopped hurting. Now it just feels a bit weird. It’s not at all like sex in my vagina. Oh wow, I’m going to cum.”
Out of nowhere, she had another surprise orgasm. Her asshole clamped almost painfully onto my cock as her body shook with the waves of her orgasm. She started screaming with pleasure. I had to push her face onto the bed to avoid making too much noise. Once her orgasm faded away she lay limp on the bed.
“That was the strongers orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said when she came back to life.
“Anal orgasms are like that. They are huge and sudden. It’s one of the things that make anal sex so desirable.”
“How about you? Did you cum in me while I was out of it?”
“Not yet. The muscles back there are so strong it’s not at all like when you squeezed me with your vagina. It hurts.”
“I want you to cum in my ass. If I’m going to do anal sex, which it seems I already am doing, then I want to do it properly. And properly means your semen in my rectum.”
“Do you want to make me cum?”
“What do you mean?”
“Go on top. Put my cock back in your ass. It will go in easily now. Then fuck me until I cum in your ass. Or deposit my semen in your rectum, as you like to put it.”
“Okay. Will I be able to feel it?”
“Maybe. I’ll tell you when I cum. You can tell me if you can feel it.”
I pulled out of her ass. She rolled across the bed to make room for me to lie on my back. Then she straddled me, grasped my cock, and guided it to her rear hole. For the first time in her life she sank down and guided a cock into her ass. As I had promised, it went in easily now that her body was used to having something big in there. She started to rise up and down, as if she was riding a horse rather than my cock. She was tight, and I wouldn’t last long.]
“I’m about to cum,” I said, giving her plenty of warning.
Earlier, she had squeezed her cunt onto my cock, now she repeated with her asshole. I felt her tighten on me. It took me over the edge. I felt myself firing jets of cum deep into her body.
“Can you feel it?” I asked.
“Not the cum. But I can feel your cock twitching in me.”
She rolled off and lay beside me.
“Clean it,” I said firmly.
“That’s so gross.”
But she didn’t hesitate. She moved down and took my cock into her mouth and licked me clean.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she said as she sat up. “Licked your cock straight out of my ass.”
“You said I’d changed you.”
“For sure. This has been the most amazing evening of my life. I’ve done things I never imagined I was capable of.”
“Plus lots of orgasms.”
“Yeah. Anything’s better with lots of orgasms. But you had lots too. You came in my mouth, you came in my pussy, you came in my ass.”
“A perfect triplet of holes.”
“One is just for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“My ass. Husband won’t go there. If I ever get fucked there again, it will be by you again.”
“Will you be okay now that dragon has been awakened?”
She laughed. “I don’t know. I barely knew anal sex was a thing earlier today. Then I had the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had, my whole body was shaking, and now I can’t wait to experience that again.”
Soon we were asleep with an alarm set to give us time to get the S-Bahn to the airport for our flights.
I got off the bed and walked over to where her clothes were all in her open suitcase. I picked up her panties one by one and picked a pair of blue boyshorts.
“Wear these.”
“Okay. Why?”
“Because I want to send you back to your husband with your pussy in panties I selected.”
“What about your wife?”
“I’ll tell her everything. That’s the deal.”
“What?”
“On a business trip I can do what I like. Fuck you, for example. But I have to tell her everything when I get back. But that rule is only on business trips. At home I have to be a model husband.”
“I travel a lot on business. I Should have that rule.”
“I don’t think you’d dare do anything even if you did.”
“I know. You are right. I’m so glad you took control. I’d never have propositioned you.”
I took her right hand, to where the day before I’d moved her wedding ring. I pulled it off, took her left hand, and put it back where a married woman wears her ring.
It had been a wonderful night. I hoped that there would be another.
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