By K.C. Cave
Kay
begged Cole to touch her “there.” But playing in that part of the woods has a
price, he warned his new lover. “There’s a power shift. For the bottom, it’s
humiliation, surrender, loss of control.” Though not sure she understood—and
not caring—Kay eagerly submitted. When he takes her, Cole commanded her to bark
like a dog (and she did!). Then the tables turned: Cole agreed to let Kay take
him, although it takes a trip to their local sex toy shop for the right gear.
Cole thinks he knows about the power shift. But it’s different when a woman is
in control.
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Following Kay up the walk to the house, I was captivated by her easy
stride, her hips moving on their own, as she approached the door. Her sleeveless,
red knit mini-dress was clingy, formfitting, a real show stopper. The fishnets
were icing on a very hot cake. She’s a big woman—not big that way, just
five-foot-eleven big, proportional, full breasts, a woman’s hips and curves.
Two hours into the party, Phil, one of the bassists in the orchestra,
sidled up to me. “You’re a gorgeous couple. Cole and Kay. Kay and Cole. Gotta
love the alliteration. And Cole and the ice princess, no less.”
What could I do but smile? A player of the lowly trombone, the descendent
of the ancient sackbut, hitting it off with a cellist—instrumentalists not
known for commingling with the hoi polloi. But not Kay. She had no pretensions
of being a soloist. She was just another working stiff in a regional orchestra
that almost paid a living salary.
“Can’t comment on her rep as being cool,” I replied. “Jesus, though,
she’s hot tonight.”
We had been lovers for months, a known number in the orchestra for
nearly that long, and we knew that soon it would be common knowledge that we
were moving in together in the fall.
Throughout the evening, an obligatory late summer soiree hosted by the
concertmaster, Kay stayed close to me. Her hand often found mine, whether we
were together on the couch talking to one of the percussion players or standing
in the kitchen with the hostess, admiring the new cabinets. When I glanced at
Kay, she’d meet my eyes and show me the tip of her tongue and the hint of a
smile.
Chatting with the conductor, wine glasses in hand, my arm went around
her, hand resting lightly on her hip. Without missing a beat, her hand found
mine and pushed it down to her butt.
Standing behind her as we said our goodbyes, Kay leaned back, her
generous curves pressing into my crotch. I know that sounds sluttish, but she
did it with discretion and aplomb, all the while complimenting the décor and
the host’s hospitality as she induced my erection.
In the car, her face half-lighted by streetlamp, I leaned in to kiss
her. As our lips touched, she guided my hand down her side, lifted a haunch and
slid it under one of her round cheeks. Like a good writer, she had been
showing, not telling: She wanted me to do her in the ass.
Kay was a cellist. Her pedigree included Pablo Casals, Jacqueline du Pré, Mstislav Rostropovich, and
Yo-Yo Ma. Like those masters, she exuded class, style and refinement. Kay isn’t
a goof like me who makes a living by buzzing his lips and blowing in a brass
tube.
Breaking off the kiss, she moved her mouth along my cheek to my ear:
“Cole, I want you to do me in the ass.”
Luckily, it was only a ten minute drive to my apartment.
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Excerpt ~~~~~
Fucking her from behind, Kay was stretched out in front of me, her ass
high in the air. I looked down at her pale round globes, my cock sliding in and
out of her cunt, my hands enveloping her shimmering cheeks. And there it
was--her asshole. So cute. As she neared orgasm, she opened, her brown hole
winking at me as I drilled her.
Anal sex? Not likely. The first time I probed her other hole, she gently
pushed my hand away: “Not there.” I respect that. I’m not a pushy jerk.
Eating her pussy, though, her juices flowing, coating her thighs,
matting her pubic hair, my hands spreading her liquid around, it was inevitable
that a finger would brush against her hole. I tested her, gently. Waiting until
she was almost ready to come, her hips elevated, I rimmed her with the tip of
my finger.
Last week, it really connected. We had been fucking for nearly two
hours, the Kegel exercises quite effective at stopping me from coming—or even
leaking, as far as I could tell. We were fucking all over the apartment. I’d
bring her to orgasm, pull out, flip her over or up or whatever, to another
position, then resume fucking. By jumping around in the Kama Sutra, I got a few
moments to pull back from the edge and relax my muscles without spewing all
over Kay’s back or the furniture. My balls had that delicious, dull ache that
comes from holding back.
On the living room floor, Kay had straddled me. Riding my cock, up and
down oh, so slowly, the look on her face in the half-light of the room told me
she was in that other place women go when they are being exquisitely fucked.
Her entire body glowed in the dark, her breasts jutting off of her chest,
nipples hard.
I said, “Your pussy is like a giant mouth, sucking me off in long, slow
strokes.”
Then, fucking while standing, Kay braced against the window, the room
dark, her legs spread, I plowed her from behind. She came—and it was a
squeaker, I nearly blew as her back arched, she cried out and pushed back against
me as her orgasm broke. It took everything I had to clamp down and not shoot my
load.
I pulled her to the bed. On my knees, I settled between her legs. Her
vulva was wet, swollen, her long inner lips open like a flower. I lapped and
nuzzled and licked. She started thrusting, fucking my face as I tongued her. My
hands cupped her ass and I lifted her hips off the bed. She was soaked and
slippery.
The index finger of my left hand found her asshole. Conscious of not
overdoing it, I rimmed her as I tongued and slurped her clit. Her reaction was
immediate. Lifting a leg to give me better purchase, Kay moved her hips in
rhythm with my probing. In a moment, my finger was in her rectum to the second
knuckle. Her vocalizing, always a sign of extreme sexual frenzy, got louder…and
she came, her hips moving up and down on my finger as I pushed my tongue into
her vagina.
I glanced at the clock. Nearly three. My turn to come. I pushed her legs
back, her feet dangling in the air, crawled up on the bed and mounted her.
Kay begged, “The other hole.” It was almost a sob. “Put it in. I can’t
stand it. Please.”
I took her face in my hands. “You’ve never taken it in the ass, right?”
“I don’t care. You’re driving me crazy.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. The first time hurts.” I took over the fuck.
Her ass was elevated, pulled nearly halfway up my thighs, her feet almost
behind her head as she lay on her back and shoulders. I spread her labia and
pushed my dickhead against her vagina.
I plunged inside her. I can’t remember the rest, except that she
screamed when I hit bottom. No Kegels or delayed orgasm shit this time. In what
seemed like less than a minute, I exploded. Kay orgasmed yet again. After
pumping what felt like a half-liter of splooge into her cunt, I collapsed next
to her.
“Next time,” she whispered. “The other hole.”
“Be careful what you ask for.”
She frowned. “You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?”
“Of course not. We’ll go slow and use lots of lube. You’ll open up. It’s
not that. It’s the power dynamic.”
I put my hand to her face. “When you give me your ass, it’s complete
surrender. Think about it. It’s the filthiest part of your body. When I fuck
you in the ass, it will mean I own you. It’s what fifty-eight-year-old child
molesters do to nine-year-olds. It’s what happens in the prison yard, a wall of
men standing around so the guards can’t see—the punk on his hands and knees,
pants pulled down, getting gang banged by a long line of horny thugs. All the
pleasure is for the top. For the bottom, it’s humiliation, surrender, loss of
control.”
“Would you rape me?”
“Never. But I could have. Tonight, fucking you doggy style. Watching
your asshole, so pretty, gaping and winking as I pushed into your pussy. It
would have been very easy to pull out, slide up your crack and push it in.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I know you don’t like anal. I’ll do it, Kay. But you’ve got to
ask me. And you’ve got to understand what it means.”
“Surrender?”
“When I fuck you in the ass, I own you.”
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