(A) – This story contains anal play, including anal intercourse.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
The night began early around 8pm with him riding me hard in our bed and leaving me wet and wanting more. But we both had to wake up early—he needed to catch a flight for an out-of-town film shoot with his team, and I had plans with some friends for an early morning hike by the ocean.
But I woke up around 2am to a searing desire to be used, spanked and fucked senseless. The previous pussy pounding wasn’t enough, and I touched myself to see that I was not only still wet from before, but now leaking once again from the desire for more.
I turned to see my husband sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to wake him, but I needed relief. So out of desperation I snuck out of our bed, grabbed my wand vibrator, and headed downstairs and out to our balcony. There was a full moon, which figures—for some reason I’m always super horny on full moons.
It was a strangely warm night in L.A. so I stripped naked, pulled my long black hair out of my bun, and laid out on one of our chaise lounge chairs, where I began teasing and touching myself. I licked my fingers and began working myself up to a climax, pinching and rubbing my nipples while I rubbed my swollen labia. I could see my pussy glistening slightly in the moonlight. Soon I turned the vibe on and held it to my clit.
I let myself moan and purr loudly, not caring who or what might hear me. I felt feral and wild stroking myself in the moonlight, watching the palm trees over my yard sway in the warm breeze.
Just as my first orgasm broke out and I let out a muffled moan, I heard the sliding door open. I saw my husband there watching me . . . but I didn’t stop stroking myself.
He just watched for a moment. I closed my eyes in full bliss, so I didn’t realize when he lunged towards me, grabbing wrists and pulling me up off the chair. I immediately submitted to his dominance as he pulled my wrists around his neck and kissed me hard on the mouth. He pulled away and I gasped for air as he pulled off his underwear, then turned me away from him and pushed me up against the balcony railing. He began gently kissing the back of my neck while his hot dick hung between my ass crack—it pulsed as it pressed against me, slowly working deeper between my cheeks.
No words had been spoken at this point, but his demand to take me was made clear in other ways: his hands fondled me mercilessly, pulling at my tits, squeezing my nipples, milking me. Then I felt his dick enter my pussy, slowly. His right hand traveled to my throat, gently squeezing it, choking me as he began slowly fucking me.
I was in heaven, feeling so relaxed . . . but not for long.
He began picking up speed, pounding me, pulling my hair and forcing my head back to look up directly at the moon. He was so rough that I couldn’t keep up with his thrusts. My eyes started rolling back into my head and my mouth opened wide, screaming soundlessly into the silence of the night. He grunts his pleasure as he takes me, molding my pussy to his desires with force now.
I begin to hear whispered filth in my ears: “You love being fucked like this don’t you? You love being my dirty bitch, getting used by me out here in the dark. Does my slut want more dick? Tell me you want more.”
With one hand squeezing my neck and his other around tightly around my waist, I manage to say, “I love being your dirty bitch! Fuck me harder, make me take it baby! Use my pussy. I’m your whore, only yours.”
I was getting the dick down of my life. Another orgasm was about to rip through me, and he covered my mouth while he fucked me through it, still whispering in my ear.
“That’s it baby, good girl, cum on this dick. Yeahhhh, baby, mhmmm.”
I have a praise kink. I’m a glutton for it.
The sensation of this raw sex was unreal. The sensual moonlight felt like it was charging me, making me insatiable, primal and out of control.
Suddenly he stopped, and my legs trembled as cum gushed out of my pussy, dripping down my legs. I felt him pull out, turn me around, and push me down. I take his wet, heavy dick in my mouth.
He whispered, “Suck it baby.”
So I did. I took him in my mouth and started slowly sucking his tip. Looking up at him, I grabbed his balls and gently rubbed them in my hand. As his hands grabbed my hair, I took him deeper. I gagged and felt myself fighting an orgasm, trying to focus on giving him as much pleasure as I could, working him deep into my throat.
He used his hands to tilt my head to the side and then started face fucking me slowly. The feeling of his hard penis moving in and out of my throat, and hearing him say things like, “Oh God, baby, you look so good with my rod in your mouth”—it was too much. It caused me to cum all over myself.
Finally he yelled, “I’m coming!”
He unloaded into my throat. Not one to make a mess, I sucked him clean. Then he pulled me up and kissed my mouth, still full of semen I hadn’t yet swallowed. We deeply kissed for a while and then he pulled away and walked me back to the chaise lounge.
“Turn around get on your knees,” he ordered. “Ass up.”
I did as I was told, and knelt in doggy position facing away from him. The moonlight was shining on my ass, and as I looked down between my thighs, I could see all of our wetness spread all over me, shining in the moonlight.
He reached over to the grill on our balcony and grabbed a plastic spatula, I smiled back at him.
“I have to punish you for coming out here and fucking yourself without me.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“I don’t care,” he said sternly. “Your needs are my needs. Now get your head down and your ass up.”
So I did.
He licked my crack and a few times, gently rubbing my rosebud, and I got lost in the sensation . . .
Until I felt the first hard lash of the spatula against my ass.
“Ahhhhggg!” I yelled.
And then another hard lash. He kept spanking me hard and calling me filthy names. Several times, my arousal took over and I lost my position. Each time, he grabbed me by hair with one hand and continued spanking me with the spatula. I was soaking wet and whimpering.
I heard the spatula drop on the ground and felt his finger enter my pussy. He took my overflowing juices and rubbed them on my asshole, lubricating it. Then his fingers found their way in. I was so overcome with arousal from the spanking that his finger slid right in. Feeling me so ready, he immediately went to two fingers.
Barely controlling the volume of my voice, I screamed, “Fuck my ass baby, take it! I’m ready for you!”
And he slowly slid in, claiming me. I anchored myself by spreading my knees, sort of in a yoga child’s pose, hands outstretched.
Then he picked up the pace and started forcefully pounding my ass, riding me so hard that the chaise started shifting and sliding around.
Tears streamed down my face as I melted into the feeling of being used by my love. This was what I needed—what I longed for—what I didn’t get last night.
He kept taking me and he spanking my ass with his hand. But I craved the spatula again. I motioned my head toward where it lay on the ground, and he picked it up and started spanking me with it again as he continued riding my ass so hard.
The ecstasy built up and intensified until I couldn’t take it any more.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed.
He yelled back, “I’m going cum!”
“Cum in my ass baby!” I moaned, and within a few more thrusts, we came together—hard.
Grunting, he pulled out of my ass, pushed me forward, and sprayed the last of his cum on the outside of my firmly-used ass. I just lay there in a state of stunned ecstasy, breathless as he towered over me. I looked up at the moon and silently thanked God for the raw fucking I’d just received.
My husband collapsed next to me and we spooned for a while without talking and fell asleep on the balcony.
We woke up a little after first light, when it was still just barely dark enough to sneak back into the house without being seen. We showered together and made love quickly again before his Uber arrived to take him to the airport.
We kissed just once, and as he walked off, he looked back and said, “Hopefully that will hold you over until I get back.” He winked.
I laughed and sighed as he drove off.
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