My Asshole?!?!

My ass? When the fuck did that become an option?

"You said it after all, didn't you?" he teases me, his thumb orbiting the tight knot of my asshole as he adds a little pressure and I feel myself jump, "What was it? All of you except for your pussy? Anything except for that? Well your asshole is part of all of you, isn't it?"

When I'm nothing but silent, he gets a little louder, "Isn't it?"

Fear has seized me, but excitement right along with it. The fact that he's playing with my ass, even just that little bit, while he says all this isn't helping matters.

I keep on thinking back to the gloryhole. Specifically I keep on thinking back to when Rachel burst back in from fucking the store clerk and dropped on her knees to help me out.

But helping me out turned out to be nothing more than turning me on. Pressing my buttons and pushing my limits in a way that really only she could in that moment.

She had to know that I'd never had my asshole played with before. Did Blake know that too?

"I've never," I shudder and falter, I shake and confess, "I've never done that before either."

Somehow shame burns in my cheeks. Bright red and blindingly hot. It doesn't simmer it flares out in me and I close my eyes, knowing that there is only the wall in front of me and knowing that my words are absolutely not a no.

My asshole. He was playing with my asshole. He was pushing and touching and god, it felt so good.

It made my whole body melt in a whole new way, uniquely tuned to the vibration inside of me and making that vibration echo out to my limits, to the edges where it made me inconsistent and prone to accepting more than maybe I ought to.

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