Trisha gets turned on by the weirdest things; I love that about her.

We were at a show one night, down in the city. A burlesque dancer had placed a tassel on the back of her panties, right where her asshole would be. She wore matching pasties on her nipples. I didn’t pay a bit of attention to that detail, beyond momentarily thinking it playful and clever, but when the show was over and we stood to leave, my girl was clutching my hand.

“Hurry,” she whispered excitedly in my ear.

“Hurry?”

“Take me home. I want — ”

Her voice was swallowed by the emcee who was thanking everyone for coming to the show.

I leaned in. “What? I missed that last part.”

She pushed her pink-painted mouth to my ear and hissed, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

That costume had put the salacious idea in her mind. That humorous little tassel, spinning and teasing and mesmerizing my girl until she had to beg me to bang her backdoor. I shook my head, smiling, but I didn’t argue. In fact, I was charmed. I got her home and got her naked.

She pulled at my clothes, hurriedly undressing me, but her fingers kept tripping over themselves in her haste. “Slow down,” I said. “I’m not going right for it, anyway.”

She paused. “What do you mean? I want you! I want you to fuck me in the ass right now.” She looked so perfectly desperate; I had to struggle to hide my amusement. I liked toying with her, but I didn’t want to be cruel.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you. I promise. But if you want it now, imagine how much you’ll want it when I’m done.”

“Done with what?”

“Shh,” I eased her onto her belly. I pulled her legs wide and spread her ass cheeks. I kissed each cheek before circling my tongue around her back hole until she was making this mewling sound I’d never heard before. It made my cock ache.

Gently, I worked my fingers into her pussy, gathering some of her abundant wetness, and then eased only one digit into her snug asshole. I nipped at her butt cheek while flexing my finger, and she jumped, releasing a cry that became a languid moan.

“Hurry,” she pleaded.

“Nope.”

I went back to kissing her bottom leisurely, moving up along the small of her back, down the back of each slim thigh. Aided by copious amounts of lube, I added a second finger in her back hole and slowly began to withdraw and thrust, rhythmically fucking her with my fingers.

She was wriggling so hard — trying to push her hand beneath her body so she could get her fingers on her clit — that I had to pin her down with my forearm. I added a third finger to her ass, going slow and easy until I felt her body blossom and let go, allowing me free access to thrust deep and hard.

“There you go, my baby. Nice and open for me. Just imagine what it’ll feel like when I finally work my cock into you.”

She whimpered softly as I kept working her pliant hole. When she was nearly weeping, begging me to screw her, I pulled my fingers free and rummaged through her nightstand.

“What in the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing. You’ll see.”

I pulled out one of her multiple makeup cases. I found what I was looking for and popped open the tiny case of cream blusher. “I’m going to adorn you. I don’t have any tassels so I’ll have to improvise.” I coated my finger in blusher and laughed. “Good thing I’m a thinker.”

“I drove into her deep, feeling her second orgasm rip through.”

I spread her cheeks again, and she stayed still for me. I could see the breath tearing in and out of her, she was so worked up. But she remained calm while I ringed her back hole with vibrant pink color. “Now you’re all painted up,” I murmured, putting the final touches on her bottom.

I snapped the case closed and watched her humping the bed in an attempt to get herself off.

“Is it time for me to put you out of your misery?” I asked Trisha.

“Yes. Fucking Christ, yes.”

I kissed a slow line down her back, keeping her on edge for a moment longer. But I had to admit, seeing her so turned on and outlining her puckered hole with pink had me rock-hard. I felt like if I didn’t fuck her soon I might lose my mind.

While she toyed with her clit, I took my time rubbing my cockhead against her ass. I stroked it across her cheeks, down her hips. I slid it along every inch I could reach until she was begging to be penetrated.

“Please…” Her request came out on a shuddering sigh. I’d never heard a sexier sound.

I finally nudged her asshole with my hard cock. I pressed forward until she’d taken the tip. Then I waited. She bucked and shivered. I gave her another inch, watching her back hole — that I’d outlined a playful pink — take my length. Trisha groaned. Her hips moved up and back, and I gave her another inch, holding her hips so tight my fingertips blanched her skin. After all of this careful teasing, I wasn’t going to allow her to take control and rush through this.

When I was inside her all the way, I waited, feeling the tight heat and the grip of quivering muscles. Her hand was again moving furiously beneath her, and when I gave her two good thrusts, in and out with controlled urgency, she came. I felt her climax in her back passage, the muscles dancing around my shaft as she rode out her climax.

I leaned my body over hers and bit her shoulder. She sobbed and thrust back against me, eager to be reamed by my cock.

I responded to her body’s call and I took care of myself then, my rhythm speeding up from need to animalistic desperation.

I anchored myself with a tight grip on the meat of her hips. I drove in and out of her until I saw tiny dots of white light in my vision. Her cunt was tight, but her ass… that was spectacularly snug, milking my cock with every thrust.

Her fingers were back at it again, busy between her thighs. She was a writhing mass of erotic excitement.

Trisha pushed back every time I drove forward. We moved together in a rhythmic, intense tempo. I saw the fingers of her free hand grip the bedding, squeezing knots of fabric into her fist. The other hand stayed buried between her legs. I felt the friction of her thrusting fingers in her cunt as I fucked her asshole. That stimulation put me right on edge.

I tossed my head back and shouted, coming and filling her up so that she whimpered beneath me. Her body had gone limp, and I withdrew slowly, falling to my side and kissing her.

“So… that was… yeah.”

“I love going out with you.” I laughed.

She raised an eyebrow in silent curiosity and grinned.

“I aim to please,” Trisha said.

“And you always succeed.”

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