Kiss My Neck and Fuck My Arse
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Paul was early. I was still in the middle of rehearsing when he rang my bell. I answered the door dressed as a boy. I count my lucky stars now that I did.
It didn’t seem to faze Paul, he stepped back and looked me up and down, he laughed in surprise and delight. He said he liked it as he came in, my suit and my hair tied up to look short, my fake moustache. Paul said I made a wonderfully pretty young man.
I offered Paul a drink; he offered to help me with my rehearsing.
I was tempted. It’d be fun to rehearse with Paul, to play with him, but that thought gave me a better idea. There was another type of play I’d prefer.
I’d always wanted to do it dressed like a man. I love playing different roles, becoming someone else, it’s why I’m an actress. But it was more than that. Roleplaying as a man, it was a kink of mine, but something I’d only ever fantasised about but never done. I said no to the rehearsal, but before I could make Paul a counteroffer, he spoke again. Seemed he felt the same way.
Paul said it was good he didn’t have to rehearse with me. He put his glass down, he told me it’d be torture to sit and watch me dressed like that and not be able to touch me. He strode over and took me in his arms. He pulled me into him and kissed me hard. Harder than he usually did. Paul kissed me until I was dizzy, then he dragged me by the hand to my bedroom.
I told Paul I wanted to stay in character, that I wanted to be a man as we fucked. I wanted to try that kink out, but there was that other thing I liked to do too. That thing I already wanted Paul to do to me but had been too scared to ask for. I hoped my moustache wasn’t too badly smudged, I hoped my request wouldn’t freak Paul out.
Paul grinned at me. He asked me if I knew where men got fucked? My cunt tightened as he said it; my breath caught in my throat. All I could manage was a nod of my head. That thing I liked. Would Paul dare do that or would he think I was joking? Would Paul assume I didn’t like it? I know most girls don’t. But some girls do. Some like it a lot.
I matched Paul’s grin; I found my voice. I told Paul I knew exactly where men got fucked. I said it as a challenge.
Paul pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me rough, he slid his hands into my suit jacket to feel my body through my shirt. He groaned a deep bass rumble as he touched me, I felt breathless already. Paul unbuttoned my shirt; his fingers touched my bare flesh. He reached around the back of my shirt and popped open the bra that had been holding my breasts down.
I moaned against Paul’s lips as he stroked and held my tits. I groaned as he circled my nipples, I gasped as he pinched them. This part of me was undeniably feminine, but the way Paul touched me, the coarseness of it, it was different. I stayed in character. I was still a man desperate to be fucked like men fuck.
Paul’s hard cock was pressing into my thigh as we kissed, the feel of it down there was driving me wild. I got my hand on it, I rubbed the firm shape of it eagerly through his jeans. I panted and groaned in Paul’s ear as he kissed my neck. He slid my flies open and wriggled his hand into my suit trousers. My clit throbbed as he rubbed me through the front of my underwear.
We were still new to each other, still in the first months of our relationship. Each time together was different and thrilling, there was the excitement of not knowing what Paul was capable of, what he liked, what was going to happen next. How far would Paul push me now? Would make good on his promise?
Paul pulled my trousers open and shoved them down to my knees along with my knickers. The warmth of his bare skin touched mine between my legs. I groaned louder as he caressed me, as he spread me open and found my clit with a fingertip slick with my wetness. Paul stroked me as he kissed me, he found a pace and touch that made me tremble and quiver. He slid his fingertip back and forth across my clit until my legs went so weak he had to hold me up with his other arm around me.
I got so unsteady on my feet, Paul picked me up and dropped me onto my bed. He fell on top of me and our limbs entangled, we kissed and pulled at each other’s clothes. I dragged Paul’s top off over his head, I kissed his muscular chest. I got his jeans open, I tore them down, his underwear too. Paul ripped my trousers and knickers off me, he kept me in my men’s shirt and jacket though.
Paul grabbed my ankles, I yelped in surprise as he dragged me down the bed, away from him. He got up on his knees and fell down on his other side, so we were lying top-to-toe. Paul opened my thighs, I groaned as he pressed his face into my pussy. I grasped his dick and guided into my mouth.
I sucked Paul’s thick cock more for my pleasure than for his. I moved slowly, I explored him with my lips and my tongue and my fingers. I kissed and licked and sucked him as I pleased, but Paul groaned loud as I did it.
Paul was less restrained with me. He spread me open with his fingers, he lapped at me with a greedy, questing tongue. He found my clit, he licked and sucked at it until I was pressing myself against his mouth for more. Paul slid two fingers into my sopping cunt and screwed me with them as he licked me. He ran them over my g-spot until I was groaning and tensing and close. He’d gotten me there so quickly.
And then I felt Paul’s fingertips moving lower. I felt Paul touch me down there. He ran a finger over me softly, teasing me, then more firmly until he was massaging my arsehole with the pads of two fingers. I groaned around his cock in my mouth to urge him on, to show him I wanted it.
Paul rubbed, then he pressed as his touch grew stronger. I felt myself coming open around a fingertip, then his finger began to slide into me there. Paul went slow, he was careful, he worked what felt like half his finger into me, then he held it still for me to get used to. He began to circle his finger in my sphincter, pressin g against the muscle, massaging me, pleasing me, relaxing me. He lapped at my clit the whole time, he fingered my pussy, I tried my best to suck his dick as I gasped and mewled.
I realised how lucky I was. From how Paul was touching me, I knew he’d done this before. Paul understood how to touch me there, how to make it feel good, how to open me up. He slid a second finger into my arse when I was ready, he went slow, but he worked them deep.
Paul kept rubbing those other two fingertips over my g-spot, he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit, he pressed a third finger into my arse alongside the other two. He filled me there wonderfully. I tried to hold myself back, I wanted that delicious moment to last for as long as I could take it, I didn’t want to come yet, but what’s a girl to do when she’s filled in both places and being licked like she’s salted-caramel ice-cream?
My pleasure broke, my legs closed tight around Paul’s head, I yelled as I came. I made a real song and dance of it, but then I always come harder with something up my arse. It makes everything so much more intense. Don’t pretend you’re any different.
Paul got up when I was done, he slid his fingers out of my pussy, but he kept the other three buried in my arse as he rolled me onto my front. He slid a pillow under me to raise my hips up, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the tub of moisturiser on top of it.
Paul handed the tub to me to open, the fingers of his other hand were still deep up my bum. I unscrewed the top and he took the open tub from me. I looked over my shoulder to watch him smear dollops of thick, slippery lotion across his prick until it was glistening with it. Paul eased his fingers out of me gently then rubbed the warm, greasy moisturiser between my cheeks. He pushed gobs of it into me, his slippery fingers sliding in and out of my arse easily.
Paul got on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the bed. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, he told me he was going to fuck me how men get fucked. I gasped a yes, I squirmed beneath him, I was so turned on, I was dying for it now. Paul grabbed hold of his cock and pressed it into my waiting arse.
I groaned loud as he stretched me open. I went dizzy. I pushed my hips back into Paul as he slowly slid deeper into my body.
I love it. I can’t deny it. It’s the feeling of being so completely filled, it’s the naughtiness of doing something so bad, and maybe I’m weird, but it just feels good too to have something moving in and out of me there. Paul held still inside me as I gasped and tried to steady my breathing. He kissed my neck, he whispered in my ear to tell me how good I felt. He held himself until I was ready, even though I could feel him trembling with need.
I reached up and back over my head to touch Paul’s face. I asked for it and Paul gave it to me. He moved slowly at first, he eased out a little, he pressed back into me carefully, we groaned together. He gradually moved faster, went deeper, it felt better and better. I relaxed and opened for him. I began to press myself back to meet his thrusts, I encouraged him on, I made Paul fuck me harder.
We moved as one, quicker and quicker, Paul came out further and pressed deeper with each thrust, and dear god it was good. I asked for more, for harder, faster, I begged for it, and Paul didn’t hold back. He fucked me like I was a man. He fucked me hard, but he kept whispering in my ear and kissing my neck so softly it gave me goosebumps.
It was rough and tender, it was intense and intimate. My head span, pleasure radiated through me, I couldn’t believe how hard I was taking it, I wanted more. Paul made the most wonderful, animal noises of pleasure as he fucked my arse, his body fell against me, I couldn’t breathe properly, it made everything more urgent, more overwhelming.
Paul drove so deep inside me he must have been all the way now. I was stretched, I was filled-up, I pressed a hand under my body to my pussy. I rubbed my clit frantically as Paul screwed me there.
I’m was a man, I was being fucked like one, that idea got deep into my head. Paul reached under me and grasped a breast, he held me so tight I gasped. He was gloriously rough with me. His noises came louder, faster, they rose to a crescendo. Paul pressed himself into me as far as he could and cried out my name. He was coming, coming inside my arse, I could feel his dick pulsing and spurting into me.
The feel of Paul, what he was doing to me, it was more than enough. I yelled as I frigged my clit, as all that pleasure and tension and desperate fucking was channelled into an orgasm of blinding strength. My arse spasmed and squeezed Paul’s cock, it made him shout all the louder as he finished in me.
Later, as we kissed and cuddled, I asked Paul if he’d ever fucked a man before. He grinned and told me I was his first.