Back door deals

I slowed my breathing, and tried to relax as best I could. Paul, and credit to him for it, was taking it very slow and trying to read my body's reactions. I winced, said little "ow! ow! ow!"s, and involuntarily pulled away. As his slippery cockhead pressed forward, my tight anal ring began to expand. I could feel every single cell of his penis as it slowly, but persistently, breached me. My eyes fluttered and a small gasp escaped my lips when I felt the head enter me, my anus retracting around it, sealing it in my warm embrace. It was when I realized several more inches of penis were still to go, I remembered Romans, 8:18: "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

I tried to control my breathing as best I could as he slowly slid inch after inch into me. It was a fullness and sensation I've never experienced, as if I were consuming his cock with my body, rather than just possessing a vessel for procreation. Finally, after what felt like hours, I felt his pubic mound against my ass. He was all the way in. "Ready?" He asked, letting gently guiding my leg down and rotating my hips to relieve some of the intense pressure inside me. I bit my lip and nodded. He slowly drew his cock backward, and all the sensations came roaring back, sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel exactly where his swollen cockhead was as he nearly pulled out before sliding it back in. And out. and in...

After a few minutes, I realized that my body had relaxed enough for him to start really fucking my ass rather than just conditioning it. I am ashamed to admit it that I did give into lust at that point, and snaked my hand between my legs and sought to rub my clit. My eyes went wide when I touched it, the intensity of it amplified tenfold by the invading member in my other hole. I doubled over, shaking violently as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. My eyes were open, but all I could see were sparks and shades and blurred images as Paul started fucking me harder and faster as I quivered upon him.

Finally, my mind cleared, and I started to laugh as I drove myself backward onto him. He scooted back, letting me stand. I didn't trust my weak legs to prop me up completely, so I lay one leg along the edge of the desk. As he started to slam his cock's full length into me, I started to cum again and again in small orgasms every 30 seconds or so. It was all so sinful. His testicles swinging up to hit my pussy, my ass gripping and massaging his manhood with involuntary spasms, my cunt so soaked that I could see some droplets of my shamefulness landing on his briefcase leaning on the desk after being shaken loose by his forceful thrusts...

"Fuck, I'm close!" he said, pulling out and turning me over suddenly. I spread my legs wide, angling my hips so he could slide into my ass again, but he had other aims. He stepped forward, driving is cock back into my fertile womb, and fucked me fast and hard, looking into my eyes as his body tensed up. I nodded and smiled as his face tensed up. He drove deep, emptying his testicles deep inside me in three great eruptions of thick, white semen. As he drew out, the last spurts landed on my thighs and outer lips, slowly dripping down my body.

"So... I can count on you to stay on the campaign?" I asked, rubbing his cum into my skin before sitting up and trying to find all my scattered clothes. He laughed as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Yeah, that's quite an incentives package. You okay?" he inquired. I tenderly touched my asshole, which was quickly returning to its original dimensions. I nodded as I stood and stretched. The pressure **** the rest of his semen out of me. He stood there, stunned by the sight of my nearly six foot tall frame with arms stretched over my head, torso tight, and his seed running out of my now well-fucked pussy and threatening to stain my pantyhose before I caught it with my finger, scooping it into my mouth playfully. Ben always used to love it when I'd do that, and Paul was no different.

"Alright, you gotta cut that out if you want me to actually get to work on this stuff." he said, smacking my ass as he went by. I smiled at him, pulling my panties back up after I'd cleaned myself with some napkins from my purse. I slid my dress back on, fixed my hair, and gave him a little wave as I left. Dana looked at me slightly quizzically as walked on slightly shaky legs passed her. I gave her an awkward, quick smile as I left.

"Oh, GEEZ!" I said as I went to sit in my SUV. My ass was far, far more tender than I realized. I gingerly angled and shifted until I could sit comfortably, or at least somewhat so, as microspasms coursed through my body. "The things a wife will endure for her husband..." I thought, knowing but not admitting it wasn't just Christian duty driving me anymore. I was already thinking about who else I might "persuade"...