Eat My Ass!

by VERONICA BENCH on September 13, 2013

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When my boyfriend is at work and I want to be fucked I get in the tub and fuck myself. I get on my back and put my pussy under the faucet, legs spread wide. I like the water crashing onto my twat at full blast, extra warm, not hot.

And I like to touch my tits and suck my own finger like a dick while I squirm around under the stream.

If I want to get off really fast there is one thought that will quickly catapult me into an orgasm. That is the thought of my boyfriend bending me over and eating my ass. And the bending over image is just as arousing as the ass eating, believe me.

I love bending over. If I could fuck myself from behind, I would be doing it right this minute … and all available minutes.

So I imagine him positioning my nude body on the bed, parting my legs and raising my ass up, guiding my head forward and down. Then he licks my butt and I start rocking my ass into his mouth and it feels so good, my pussy is already wet and open.

My boyfriend’s exgirlfriends were—according to him—pretty prude in the ass department. He says they freaked out about how they looked when they were on their knees. They were too self conscious, wouldn’t let him taste it. So I feel like a dirty long-awaited dessert when he starts digging his face between my butt cheeks.

I like it more than anything in the world, him pulling my cheeks apart in his hungry way to tongue me until I can’t take it anymore. I rub my clit and he puts part of his finger in my asshole, letting me fuck it gently. It feels so good I could scream but instead I’m in a mute trance and there’s a fire in me, sweat running down my tits and back.

Often when I’m masturbating with these visuals looping in my brain, my boyfriend comes home and peers into the bathroom. He sees me lying there and grins, then says “Get over here.” So I do. “Crawl,” he says so I crawl naked and dripping wet to our bedroom. Then he gets behind me and feels up my naked body like an obscene doctor, squeezing my little tits and pushing his fingers between my legs to see how wet I am.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, which is so absurd. But he just wants to her me say it.

I can’t say it though. Language feels far away, I’m too worked up. Finally I manage an “Uh huh,” an animal “Uh huh.” There’s no mistaking how badly I want and need to be fucked.

Then he smacks my ass and enters it. I’m rubbing my clit and begging for it, like “Please please please please fucking pleasssssse.” And “Yeah yeah yeah.” And “I love your cock baby. I love it so much.” Then my words dissolve into satanic gibberish and I’m twitching and sweating and coming like a fiend.

Like I said, it’s the best thing in the world.

  • Bix.

    You really have to start writing erotica. For reals.

  • Bix.

    …unless you are a dude, ghostwriting for ‘Veronica’. Then I revoke my statement.

  • Bix.

    Hot tale, nonetheless.

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