The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 03

Klaus toyed with me, lifting my knees and swooping in open mouthed to devour my cunt. Minutes later I was literally dripping when he pulled his face away. "Noooo, don't STOP!" I pleaded.

Ignoring my pleas, he roughly grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach and forced my legs apart with his knees and positioned himself over my ass.

Incredibly, he sent his mouth upon my ass just as he had my cunt moments earlier. I had never even dreamed of this possibility, and I have to say it was fantastic having his tongue swimming in my asshole. I'm sure I gasped and told him I adored what he was doing, but he ignored me in that regard, stiffening his tongue and licking me where even I had never touched before. (I freely admit that I have returned to that moment time and time again and explored further, using all sorts of implements to do so.)

I later learned that this was tongue-fucking. I now have done it on a few occasions myself and will admit to enjoying the power it gives me if only momentarily over my partner.

After several lovely minutes, Klaus removed his mouth and sent a long finger into my anus until it was buried in my hot hole. Surprisingly, the muscles in my ass gripped the finger with a ferocity that surprised and pleased him and he slowly withdrew it only to send it right back in.

I moaned appreciatively.

Klaus paused for a moment, then apparently dipped several fingers into what I later learned was warm olive oil, dripped some on my asshole, rubbed some into the crack of my ass and then sent the fingers into my rectum again.

His fingers slid easily in and out and I settled into an appreciative state, thinking it wasn't hurting me all that much, forgetting for the moment that it was his fingers invading me and not his thick, cock.

Klaus added a third finger and I welcomed it with a muffled groan.

He fingered me for a minute or so and then withdrew them, whispering that it was time for the main event. I was groggy with lust and didn't quite grasp what he meant. But the moment his cock began its penetration I was back in the real world.

I made a kind of choking sound as he entered me. He paused to rearrange me onto all fours and I saw him dipping his cock into the olive oil for additional lubrication. Then he pulled me ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his massive cockhead against my puckered hole. He put his weight behind the following thrust and after a moment popped abruptly into me.

I was panting and rigid with fear of a pain that somehow never materialized as I thought it would. Oh, it hurt. It hurt plenty, but it wasn't like I'd imagined it would be.

"Halfway in, Emily, my sweet slut," he announced as I groaned.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, he was fully in me. His hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass - his cock buried to the hilt in me. I found it incredible that he'd managed to get it completely in me, but he had.

It may have been involuntary, or completely voluntary, I'll never know, but I began to squeeze his cock, relaxing somewhat then squeezing again.

He was barely moving in me, apparently savoring the squeezing, for he moaned, "Oh, yes, what a fuck!" And only then did he partially withdraw and push back as he resumed fucking me, rocking gently from side to side and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, but no further.

I couldn't hold back on my reaction, and begged him not to stop, dropping my head and shoulders flat on the bed while reaching between my legs in order to rub my twat as his well oiled cock made "slap ... slap ... slap" sounds against my ass.

And then I felt him swell inside me. A moment later he was jetting his semen into me, filling me, as I came with him. I hadn't dared to cum before he did; but coming together provided a sensation that was totally unexpected, a glorious cum, probably the best one ever, but with Klaus it was hard to make such distinctions.

We lay limbs entwined around each other, panting heavily for a time. I managed to keep him in me for a while. We were both sweating profusely.

"Emily," he said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Only then did I realized that I was still masturbating; rubbing my clit ever so slowly.

"Oh," I gasped.

"You may continue until you cum," he said and I adored him for being so generous.

I finished myself off shortly afterward, and whispered in his ear, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes you may, Emily."

"It did hurt ... at first. But not the way I imagined it would. I want to thank you for taking pains to oil me up so that you fit into with ease."

"The pain, as you call it, resulted from the stretching of your anal muscles. But I'm sure you found it rather pleasurable in the end, and I mean no pun in what I say."

"Yes, Master. There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to come. I wanted to come with your thing in my ass!"

"Look at my cock, Emily," he said tonelessly.

I did, he was swollen again, more than halfway toward full tumescence.

"Want some more?"

"Yes!" I croaked, hoping for another wonderful climax.

"Let me hear you beg for it!"

Please put it in my ass!" I whimpered.

"What exactly is it you want in your ass?"

"Your ... cock! Please put your cock back in my ass and fuck me again."

I felt humiliated to have to ask him, but I wanted him back in there and saw no other recourse.

"I'm happy to oblige you more than deviant desires, Emily," he said as he picked up a small bottle of lubricant and allowed a thin line of it to trickle the length of his shaft.

I sucked in my breath as his hand wrapped itself around his manhood and spread the slipper fluid over its entire surface.

He teased me with several gentle stabs before pressing his cock against my puckered opening; and as I struggled to relax, he drove himself into me with such force that the wind was taken from my lungs and I was gasping for breath. Before I was breathing normally again he was fully lodged in my anus.

He grabbed my hair, pushing my face into the bed sheets as he slowly withdrew and then surged back into me.

"Like that, my slut? Like my cock in your hot little asshole?"

"Yes!" I gasped, as he yanked on my hair, pulling my head back toward him.

I closed my eyes to help concentrate on the orgasm that was building within my cunt.

"Yes," I whimpered again, "I like being fucked this way."

He increased the speed of his strokes, pinning me to the bed after releasing my hair in order to have use of both hands, I felt him swelling inside me and knew he was close to cumming, and yet my own orgasm was still out there ... as if hovering, waiting for something else to happen before releasing its sweet nirvana of pleasure that I craved so much.

I heard his voice at my ear, whispering as it someone else was in the room and he didn't want them to hear: "Tell me, Emily, where is my cock going next?"

It took me a moment before I knew what he meant. It was another moment before I could reply.

"Umm, I think ... I think it's going in my mouth," I said meekly.

"Why there, Emily?"

"Because ... I'm a dirty slut and don't deserve better treatment, Master."

The words had no sooner left my mouth than my head was yanked back and I felt myself expelling his cock from my ass.

Why would I do such a thing? I wondered, but the thought went no further because his cock was slapping my lips. I hurriedly opened my mouth and tried to capture him without using my hands, which of course, were wedged under my breasts from his previous positioning of my body.

"Oh, do you want to suck my shitty cock?"

"Yes ..." I managed to blurt out before reaching out with my tongue in a frantic attempt to capture his swaying member.

He pulled my head closer and slipped his shit-speckled cock onto my eagerly waiting tongue.

Strangely enough, I recognized the taste of my shit instantly. Later I would realize that as an infant I must have tasted my own shit on several occasions while in diapers. The thing of it was that I didn't find the taste repulsive at all, but the very thought of tasting another's fecal matter brought me to the edge of vomiting on the spot.

What I did was, and I state this after careful consideration of the facts as I remembered them, was to moan with approval, for I wanted his cock in my mouth, and began sucking hard as he glided back and forth in my throat.

When apparently satisfied that I had cleaned him off to his satisfaction, he pulled out and began slapping me across the face with his distended manhood.

And then, without another word, he sent his throbbing prick back into the gaping hole that was my ass and began fucking me with increasingly forceful strokes.

"You know I'm going to cum in your ass don't you?" he snarled.

"Uh huh," I answered already feeling my orgasm fulminating deep within me. I knew beforehand that it would be the most tumultuous cum that I'd ever had and closed my eyes and waited for the explosion.

And as his pulsing cock erupted inside my ass, I came with a force that actually through Klaus out and off of my body; catching the both of us by surprise.

Klaus showed no displeasure at my actions, and apparently took it as a measure of his anal fucking skills that had brought it about. I couldn't see any reason to contradict him.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm reverberated through my anus, I heard him ask me to spread my cheeks so that he might see the slutty asshole he'd just fucked.

I reached back and pulled the cheeks apart, fully exposing my anus to him.

"Put a finger in there, see how roomy it is now," he said, smugly.

I did as I was told and pushed my middle finger in and felt his semen coat the finger as it wriggled about quite freely in my ass. I removed the finger and held it out for his inspection. It was clearly covered in a glistening sheen of his slimy cum. Then satisfied that he had had a good look at it, I put it into my mouth and cleaned it off.

"Thank you, Master. It was a lovely fuck."

"You're quite welcome, Emily. I should think we'll have more exciting times exploring your darker wants."

"I hope so, Master. Would you be kind enough to enlighten me as to what comes next?"

"Why, Emily?"

"So that I might dwell on whatever it is, and hopefully please you from the beginning to end."

"That, Emily was an almost perfect answer."

And Klaus did tell me about several things that lay ahead of me; but certainly not all; not by a long shot.