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Henry and I typically take a trip to the mountains near the very end of winter. He skis; I watch. We hike some of the close trails. We hang out by the fire and drink spiked cider and hot chocolate one last time before spring arrives.

When we got to our usual vacation place, a hotel employee informed us the area was likely to have a late season blizzard after a front took an unexpected turn.

“You might get a few extra nights. Maybe even on the house,” the clerk said with a wink. “If it hits, you probably won’t get much skiing time.”

Henry put his arm around me and said, “We’ll find something to do.”

I was sure that was true. Our trips also usually involved a lot of fucking, and that’s exactly what happened when we got to our room. The long drive to the resort hadn’t tired Henry out of being horny. I had to laugh. The man is a machine.

He drew me into the shower, and we got clean real fast. Long drives always make me feel stale, so he knows I like to freshen up.

Afterward, he helped me out of the tub, kissed my lips and wrapped me in a towel. Of course, the towel fell open when he pushed me back onto the bed.

“As if we couldn’t find stuff to occupy our time if we get a blizzard,” he said. Then he knelt by the bed and draped my legs over his shoulders.

His hot, wet mouth was on me in an instant. He immediately began devouring my pussy, licking me with an intensity that served as the exclamation mark at the end of his statement.

“We have a great view,” I teased. “Booze and good food, and snow and a cozy fireplace and — ”

He cut off my words when he plunged his thick fingers into my cunt. I abandoned my monologue and greedily pushed my pussy against his seeking mouth. He drew on my clitoris softly at first, then harder, and then harder still. That pressure triggered intense pleasure, and I was coming before I knew it.

He pulled me toward him until my lower body was hanging off the bed and my feet were on the floor, then he said, “Roll on your belly, baby.”

I obeyed. Henry did enjoy a nice tall bed.

He pushed my legs wide as I reared back. He slid into my pussy with a thump and a sigh, and it made me smile.

“You feel good, as always,” he said.

Henry started to fuck me, and I ran my hands over the white bedspread. The whisper of my palms gliding along the fabric filled my ears. I repeatedly drove myself back onto Henry’s thrusting erection. He was so close to coming, and his breath grew ragged, drowning out every other small sound in the room. That’s when he pulled free and nudged the tip of his cock against my ass.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I said teasingly as I moved away.

Henry groaned, then he went right back to fucking my cunt. He slid into my pussy, grabbed my hips and yanked me to him as he fucked me. He soon came, finishing with a rough cry and a shudder.

When I stood with his help, he smiled wickedly. His hand reached around to my asshole, and he stroked it ever so gently.

“Tomorrow, I’ll have your ass,” he said.

“Oh, will you?”

He kissed me again, this time deeper and with more intensity before saying, “Absolutely.”

My nipples spiked to hard knots; my breath caught in my chest. I would give in because I loved it. However, knowing he was intent on claiming me made my anticipation so delicious.

In the morning, before we even went down for coffee and our continental breakfast, he was rubbing his hard cock against my asscrack. His arms banded around me tightly in the cocoon of our big, luxurious bed. The more he brushed against my butt, the hotter I became.

I was more than ready to submit. I was ready to tell him to take my ass then and there. My pussy was so swollen and ready from him playing with me. But then he bounded out of bed and pulled on his clothes. I groaned, but dressed. Then he took my hand and led me down to breakfast.

We ate and sipped coffee, while looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows and watching the snow fall outside. The threatened blizzard had arrived. But all I could think about was him getting me ready to fuck: My pussy would be wet, hot and so needy. Then he’d finally fuck my sopping snatch until I begged him to take my ass and come in me.

Those thoughts filled my head as we sat there among the other guests at the lodge.

Henry was devious, I knew. He’d put the idea of butt-fucking in my head, and he was going to keep me on edge — wanting it, needing it — until he was good and ready to deliver.

What a wonderfully evil man.

After another cup of coffee and more snowflakes than I could count, Henry leaned in and said, “I think it’s time to take you upstairs, bend you over, and fuck your ass until your knees buckle.”

They almost buckled right then and there.

I put my coffee down as calmly as I could. My entire being was buzzing with anticipation.

In the elevator, we were alone in the car. His hands roamed all over me, sliding from my shoulders to my waist, then down to my hips and around to cup my ass. All the while, he kissed me feverishly. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard, and I squealed with delight.

Upon arriving at our floor, we practically ran down the hallway to our room. Once inside, he pulled my thick sweater up and off. His mouth immediately went to my breasts. Each nipple received his rapt attention. He licked my nubs, then he bit their stiff tips so tenderly that the sensations traveled through me like gentle shudders.

At the same time, his hands slid into my yoga pants and panties. He explored my hot, wet folds with cool fingers. Then he trailed them over my clit. When he plunged his digits into me, I gasped.

Henry knew for us both to fully enjoy anal, my pussy had to be drenched and I had to be well past horny and verging on desperation. I was pretty close.

We stripped in record time. He pressed me against the wall, raised one of my legs to his hip and held me there as he slid his dick into my pussy. Fucking me with short, deep strokes, he brought me to a swift orgasm.

I put my hand on his head and pressed down gently but insistently as I said, “You should make what’s wet even wetter.”

He licked my upper lip, flicking his tongue against it. I felt that sensation mirrored in my cunt.

“Yes,” I said, still pushing. “Like that. Just lower.”

He accommodated me, squatting down, spreading my outer lips, licking my folds and finding my clit with his tongue. The flicking turned to swirling, swirling turned to lapping, and I was panting for breath as another forceful orgasm shook me. I slammed my hand against the wall without thinking about our neighbors.

Gathering my wits, I said, “Fuck my ass now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, rising from the floor.

He took me to the bed. I rested my belly at the edge of the mattress, and my feet were planted on the floor. His fingers slipped into my pussy, and when they were slick, he pulled out and pushed them into my back hole, lubricating my backdoor with my own juices.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed.

“I am,” I agreed. “You should make the most of it.”

And he did. Pressing the crown of his cock to my asshole, he pushed forward with gentle intention. He breached me, but paused — until I lurched back to signal my desire. Then he plunged forward.

I groaned. Henry’s cock reaming my ass was a sensation that never failed to get to me. Being so fucking full, but not where I usually expected it. I reached down and pushed two of my fingers into my pussy. The fullness increased, and my nectar slickened my hand.

“Right there. Like that,” I said, fucking my pussy with my fingers as he slid in and out of my ass.

His cock was thick and hard. I could feel its every slide through the thin layer of flesh separating my digits from his shaft. I steadily ground the heel of my hand against my clit as we moved in tandem.

Henry rested one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip. Then his hand tangled in my long hair, and he tugged it gently. A sharp sparkle of pain traveled through me, and my pussy clenched around my fingers.

“I felt that,” he said.

I clenched again to see if it was true. He chuckled and added, “That, too.”

I did it again just to fuck with him and cooed, “You never do last long when I let you fuck my ass.”

He sank deeper, and I moaned.

I flexed my cunt again. He groaned, and I replied with a satisfied chuckle of my own.

He pulled my hair once more. It made me hotter, and my body responded on its own. My pussy clenched unintentionally. I curled my fingers within my velvety channel. I worked my G-spot, and his cock moved faster in my ass as he got ready to shoot his load. I soon came, and wetness flowed from me.

I pressed my face to the mattress and muttered, “Come in my ass. Come for me. Fill me up.”

His groan was low and desperate, and as if to punish me for making him even hotter, he smacked my ass cheek hard enough to make me squirm. Then he did it again as he nearly withdrew his dick completely from my back hole.

I pushed back, begging him with my body: Put it back in. Finish. Fill me up.

That motion was familiar to him, and he plunged into my tight warm depths again.

“Your sweet, sweet ass is so good,” he said in a gravelly voice. He delivered one more sharp smack to my butt. Soon he was thrusting hard, and I felt the sudden rush of his cream shooting inside my rear hole, jet after pulsing jet.

When he fell beside me on the bed, he grinned at me and said, “That was so fucking good. Why do you always make me wait?”

“Because the longer you have to wait, the more epic it is.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, every damn time,” I assured him, and he agreed with me.

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I Obeyed

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Henry and I typically take a trip to the mountains near the very end of winter. He skis; I watch. We hike some of the close trails. We hang out by the fire and drink spiked cider and hot chocolate one last time before spring arrives.

When we got to our usual vacation place, a hotel employee informed us the area was likely to have a late season blizzard after a front took an unexpected turn.

“You might get a few extra nights. Maybe even on the house,” the clerk said with a wink. “If it hits, you probably won’t get much skiing time.”

Henry put his arm around me and said, “We’ll find something to do.”

I was sure that was true. Our trips also usually involved a lot of fucking, and that’s exactly what happened when we got to our room. The long drive to the resort hadn’t tired Henry out of being horny. I had to laugh. The man is a machine.

He drew me into the shower, and we got clean real fast. Long drives always make me feel stale, so he knows I like to freshen up.

Afterward, he helped me out of the tub, kissed my lips and wrapped me in a towel. Of course, the towel fell open when he pushed me back onto the bed.

“As if we couldn’t find stuff to occupy our time if we get a blizzard,” he said. Then he knelt by the bed and draped my legs over his shoulders.

His hot, wet mouth was on me in an instant. He immediately began devouring my pussy, licking me with an intensity that served as the exclamation mark at the end of his statement.

“We have a great view,” I teased. “Booze and good food, and snow and a cozy fireplace and — ”

He cut off my words when he plunged his thick fingers into my cunt. I abandoned my monologue and greedily pushed my pussy against his seeking mouth. He drew on my clitoris softly at first, then harder, and then harder still. That pressure triggered intense pleasure, and I was coming before I knew it.

He pulled me toward him until my lower body was hanging off the bed and my feet were on the floor, then he said, “Roll on your belly, baby.”

I obeyed. Henry did enjoy a nice tall bed.

He pushed my legs wide as I reared back. He slid into my pussy with a thump and a sigh, and it made me smile.

“You feel good, as always,” he said.

Henry started to fuck me, and I ran my hands over the white bedspread. The whisper of my palms gliding along the fabric filled my ears. I repeatedly drove myself back onto Henry’s thrusting erection. He was so close to coming, and his breath grew ragged, drowning out every other small sound in the room. That’s when he pulled free and nudged the tip of his cock against my ass.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I said teasingly as I moved away.

Henry groaned, then he went right back to fucking my cunt. He slid into my pussy, grabbed my hips and yanked me to him as he fucked me. He soon came, finishing with a rough cry and a shudder.

When I stood with his help, he smiled wickedly. His hand reached around to my asshole, and he stroked it ever so gently.

“Tomorrow, I’ll have your ass,” he said.

“Oh, will you?”

He kissed me again, this time deeper and with more intensity before saying, “Absolutely.”

My nipples spiked to hard knots; my breath caught in my chest. I would give in because I loved it. However, knowing he was intent on claiming me made my anticipation so delicious.

In the morning, before we even went down for coffee and our continental breakfast, he was rubbing his hard cock against my asscrack. His arms banded around me tightly in the cocoon of our big, luxurious bed. The more he brushed against my butt, the hotter I became.

I was more than ready to submit. I was ready to tell him to take my ass then and there. My pussy was so swollen and ready from him playing with me. But then he bounded out of bed and pulled on his clothes. I groaned, but dressed. Then he took my hand and led me down to breakfast.

We ate and sipped coffee, while looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows and watching the snow fall outside. The threatened blizzard had arrived. But all I could think about was him getting me ready to fuck: My pussy would be wet, hot and so needy. Then he’d finally fuck my sopping snatch until I begged him to take my ass and come in me.

Those thoughts filled my head as we sat there among the other guests at the lodge.

Henry was devious, I knew. He’d put the idea of butt-fucking in my head, and he was going to keep me on edge — wanting it, needing it — until he was good and ready to deliver.

What a wonderfully evil man.

After another cup of coffee and more snowflakes than I could count, Henry leaned in and said, “I think it’s time to take you upstairs, bend you over, and fuck your ass until your knees buckle.”

They almost buckled right then and there.

I put my coffee down as calmly as I could. My entire being was buzzing with anticipation.

In the elevator, we were alone in the car. His hands roamed all over me, sliding from my shoulders to my waist, then down to my hips and around to cup my ass. All the while, he kissed me feverishly. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard, and I squealed with delight.

Upon arriving at our floor, we practically ran down the hallway to our room. Once inside, he pulled my thick sweater up and off. His mouth immediately went to my breasts. Each nipple received his rapt attention. He licked my nubs, then he bit their stiff tips so tenderly that the sensations traveled through me like gentle shudders.

At the same time, his hands slid into my yoga pants and panties. He explored my hot, wet folds with cool fingers. Then he trailed them over my clit. When he plunged his digits into me, I gasped.

Henry knew for us both to fully enjoy anal, my pussy had to be drenched and I had to be well past horny and verging on desperation. I was pretty close.

We stripped in record time. He pressed me against the wall, raised one of my legs to his hip and held me there as he slid his dick into my pussy. Fucking me with short, deep strokes, he brought me to a swift orgasm.

I put my hand on his head and pressed down gently but insistently as I said, “You should make what’s wet even wetter.”

He licked my upper lip, flicking his tongue against it. I felt that sensation mirrored in my cunt.

“Yes,” I said, still pushing. “Like that. Just lower.”

He accommodated me, squatting down, spreading my outer lips, licking my folds and finding my clit with his tongue. The flicking turned to swirling, swirling turned to lapping, and I was panting for breath as another forceful orgasm shook me. I slammed my hand against the wall without thinking about our neighbors.

Gathering my wits, I said, “Fuck my ass now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, rising from the floor.

He took me to the bed. I rested my belly at the edge of the mattress, and my feet were planted on the floor. His fingers slipped into my pussy, and when they were slick, he pulled out and pushed them into my back hole, lubricating my backdoor with my own juices.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed.

“I am,” I agreed. “You should make the most of it.”

And he did. Pressing the crown of his cock to my asshole, he pushed forward with gentle intention. He breached me, but paused — until I lurched back to signal my desire. Then he plunged forward.

I groaned. Henry’s cock reaming my ass was a sensation that never failed to get to me. Being so fucking full, but not where I usually expected it. I reached down and pushed two of my fingers into my pussy. The fullness increased, and my nectar slickened my hand.

“Right there. Like that,” I said, fucking my pussy with my fingers as he slid in and out of my ass.

His cock was thick and hard. I could feel its every slide through the thin layer of flesh separating my digits from his shaft. I steadily ground the heel of my hand against my clit as we moved in tandem.

Henry rested one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip. Then his hand tangled in my long hair, and he tugged it gently. A sharp sparkle of pain traveled through me, and my pussy clenched around my fingers.

“I felt that,” he said.

I clenched again to see if it was true. He chuckled and added, “That, too.”

I did it again just to fuck with him and cooed, “You never do last long when I let you fuck my ass.”

He sank deeper, and I moaned.

I flexed my cunt again. He groaned, and I replied with a satisfied chuckle of my own.

He pulled my hair once more. It made me hotter, and my body responded on its own. My pussy clenched unintentionally. I curled my fingers within my velvety channel. I worked my G-spot, and his cock moved faster in my ass as he got ready to shoot his load. I soon came, and wetness flowed from me.

I pressed my face to the mattress and muttered, “Come in my ass. Come for me. Fill me up.”

His groan was low and desperate, and as if to punish me for making him even hotter, he smacked my ass cheek hard enough to make me squirm. Then he did it again as he nearly withdrew his dick completely from my back hole.

I pushed back, begging him with my body: Put it back in. Finish. Fill me up.

That motion was familiar to him, and he plunged into my tight warm depths again.

“Your sweet, sweet ass is so good,” he said in a gravelly voice. He delivered one more sharp smack to my butt. Soon he was thrusting hard, and I felt the sudden rush of his cream shooting inside my rear hole, jet after pulsing jet.

When he fell beside me on the bed, he grinned at me and said, “That was so fucking good. Why do you always make me wait?”

“Because the longer you have to wait, the more epic it is.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, every damn time,” I assured him, and he agreed with me.

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