Alyssa's ass is a work of art. By the time I've spanked her to orgasm it's a dark, delicious shade of pink. True to her word she is a screamer and I've had to gag her to keep her from waking the neighborhood. So much for seeing her on her knees, tonight at least. Still there are plenty of things I can do. The temptation to take her last virgin hole is easy to resist. I can respect a woman's limits. Especially when I insist she respects those of others. I pull her blouse up, however, until it's just below her elbows. It makes a nice handle to position and control her body. She moans her encouragement as I drop my pants. This is a critical moment with new lovers. It's impolite to surprise a woman with something she might find uncomfortable. I let my cock drop between her butt cheeks. For a second I hear a muffled expression of alarm but then she realizes that I don't intend to violate her trust. After a moment she clenches her cheeks and twerks her hips. When I'm sure she realizes what she's dealing with I align it with its target. Using her blouse to control her body with one hand, I guide my cock with the other. Perhaps Alyssa's reputation isn't so well deserved or perhaps mine is. In either case, she feels tight as a virgin as I gently work myself into her inch by inch.

I hear a sharp intake of breath that is released in a slow moan as her body quivers around me. When it's no longer needed to guide my cock I grip her butt and massage it as I use it for leverage.

"Still thinking of Wendy?"

She shakes her head as she rocks her hips against me. I've never been with a woman so perfectly in sync with me on the first go. She matches my every thrust with an enthusiasm I've never seen. Her cheeks blush and her grunts take on an almost feral quality as my thrusts cause the reinforced bed to shake. My hand digs into the meat of her ass and she tosses her hair back, howling into her gag. I'm getting close and I start to slide myself from her, but she presses her hips back into me.

"I'm going to cum."

"Mhmm."

"I'm not wearing a condom!"

"Mhmm."

"You're on the pill?"

She answers with a series of quick thrusts and affirmative grunts that drive me wild. Throwing caution to the wind, I grip her hips and bury myself deep into her, letting loose with a shared grunt as we come to a perfectly-timed orgasm. She seems to drain every ounce of my energy. I collapse forward, twisting as I fall and pulling her against me. We spoon, still together, until I finally slip free.

Ordinarily I'd leave a sub bound and gagged. I'd hold her for a while to ensure she was in a good state of mind and then send her on her way, but a strange feeling overwhelms me. I remove the cuffs and she turns in my arms, wrapping herself around me. I let her. My hands slide up her back and release the gag. I have an unfamiliar need to hear her voice. I don't. Instead she kisses me the second the gag is free. The fire of that kiss makes me wish I could begin the whole exercise over, but biology is a fickle mistress and I need a few moments to recharge. Pulling back from the kiss I study her gorgeous face.

"No, Darrius I'm not on the pill."

Poor guy; I nearly gave him a heart attack with that one. I let his eyes bulge for a moment before giving him my mischievous little smile. I've known a few doms who would have slapped or choked me, playfully, for that. I wouldn't have minded those reactions. What Darrius did was far worse. He answered my smile with one of his own. He was still looking at me with that little twinkle in his eye. It made my heart skip a beat, a feeling I haven't felt in a very long time.

"So if you're not on the pill..."

"I had my tubes tied a couple years back. Leaving my husband in my mid-thirties made it clear to me that children weren't in the cards, and since I was embarking on the slut life it seemed a prudent step."

"You're not a slut."

"Oh don't be so noble. I've embraced it."

"Un-embrace it. You are not a slut, Alyssa. You are sexually liberated, but you're prudent and moral. You are not to use a derogatory term in reference to yourself."

I appreciate the sentiment but where did he get off judging me for the terms I use, so soon

"One fuck and you think you can give me orders?"

"Yes."

His eyes are so intense that I actually swallow. I can't bring myself to speak so I simply nod my agreement. He responds by kissing me again. We are way too good at that. His hands massage my back, his scent fills my nostrils. I don't want to pull away and he doesn't seem to want me to either. I soon find myself cuddled against his bare chest as he lies on his back.

"You should ask me to leave."

"I want you to stay."

"If you want that, then you're going to have to put up with a few questions."

"So long as I don't have to answer."