I called Tom while on my lunch break.

I’d come out of a big meeting, and the only thing I could think about while my coworkers had been droning on about advertising numbers was Tom’s cock in my ass. We’d been dating for about a year, and I was always blunt with him about my desires — especially on that day.

“I want you in my ass,” I whispered into my cell.

“You do, do you?”

“Yeah, that’s why I just said it.” I laughed; I couldn’t help myself.

“That can be done. I work until four today. You?”

“Four. I’ll meet you at my place. Then you can put it in me.”

That phrase, for whatever reason, never failed to turn Tom on.

“I can put it in you. I’ll make you come first, though. Three times. The magic number. Did you know that after I make you come three times, getting my dick in your ass is as easy as sliding a knife into softened butter?”

I felt my cheeks grow hot. “No, I did not.”

“It’s true,” he said.

“I won’t argue with three orgasms before the fucking,” I teased.

We hung up, and I set about finishing my work before leaving the office for the weekend. The knowledge that I would soon be getting fucked up the ass by my sexy man was enough to keep me on edge. When I left for the day, I was thankful to see there was very little traffic on the road at that time.

His car was already parked out front when I pulled up to my place, and a thrill ran up my spine. I was wet inside my panties, and my cheeks had never truly lost their heat from our conversation.

When I let myself in, he greeted me with a smile, took my bag, dropped it and proceeded to take all my clothes off without a word.

“I’ve been waiting for this since you called,” he said, dropping to his knees, forcing me against the wall and pushing his lips to my pussy. “I could imagine the smell of you,” he said, his words rumbling up into my pelvis and making my cunt throb.

His tongue worked my clit, using little tight circles that had me clutching at the smooth wall. I forced my hips forward, and he sucked my button so hard I saw stars. I came fast that first time like a gun going off, and my sharp cries filled my silent apartment.

He led me to the sofa and laid me back. Pushing two fingers into my cunt, he began to nudge and stroke my G-spot. His magical tongue returned to my clit, and between the licking and the finger-fucking, I found myself rushing toward another orgasm. My body moved to take his fingers deeper; I chewed my lower lip and tried to breathe.

He curled his fingers, and I let go with a sigh, the second orgasm rocking me so that my hands trembled a bit.

“Fuck,” I said. “Just fuck my ass.”

“Not yet,” he said teasingly. He took his own clothes off slowly, giving me a chance to regroup. By the time he climbed onto the sofa and pushed himself between my legs, I was hungry for that third orgasm.

He pushed the head of his cock to my cunt, stroked and teased, but finally slid into me. He entered me on a long, slow stroke that had my pussy gripping him tight. I clutched at his shoulders, wrapped my thighs around his waist and urged him to continue. He paused, not moving, and kissed me. He pinched my nipple until I hissed, and then he rocked his hips from side to side. My mind shut off like a light switch. I arched up, grinding against him, and when he finally began to thrust again, I came. This climax was a long, slow uncurling of pleasure deep in my center.

“Now I fuck your ass.”

He flipped me roughly, gathering moisture from my cunt with his fingers and spreading it around my back hole. He plunged two fingers deep, and I sighed. It felt so good. Just what I’d wanted.

When a third finger went in as easily as the first two, he pulled them free and pressed his slick cockhead to my asshole. I moved back, wanting him in, wanting him to put me out of my misery.

He drove into me easily, my body accepting him and gripping him tight. We both stilled, and I felt a pulsing pleasure in my back door. His hands smoothed along my ass cheeks and trailed down the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

“Move,” I begged. “Fuck me.”

He did, using drawn out, lazy strokes at first until the pressure and the pleasure built to nearly unbearable levels. Tom grabbed my hips firmly, holding me steady. He drove into me over and over as I found my clit with unsteady fingers. I felt the beginnings of another orgasm. An entirely different animal from the others. Climaxes were sweeter and deeper when he was nestled in my ass.

“I know you’re going to come,” he managed to utter. “I can feel it.”

“I don’t want to come until you do.”

“On or in?” Tom growled.

“In my ass,” I gasped. “Come in my ass.”

He nearly withdrew, staying poised at the edge of my back hole for a moment, and then plunging back in. I painted circles on my clit and clenched my pussy tight. He groaned, and I followed suit. He repeated the maneuver, nearly withdrawing, and then sliding into me deep and hard.

I bit my tongue, worked my clit and prayed he’d tell me to come soon.

His fingers dug into my flesh, and I felt sure I’d wear purple half-moons from his fingertips for days.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come with me.” He was thrusting fast now. All control gone.

Just as he stiffened and cried out, I climaxed. A bright, hot flash of ecstasy flooded my body with blissful satisfaction. He was right behind me, and I felt the warmth of his release fill me.

He kissed my back, staying in me. “You know, I have to say, I love when you call me in the middle of the day, but… ”

“But?”

“But those anal requests are my absolute favorite phone calls.”

I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. “Me, too,” I said. “Hands down.”

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