The reflection in the mirror was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. She was down on her knees before me, white pumps tucked neatly under her plump, little ass and not a stitch of clothing on besides a pearl choker and long, ivory-colored gloves. One hand cupping my balls, the other stroked my cock in between the deep pulls she was taking on it. I caught my own eye, smiled at myself and remember thinking, “It will never get better than this.”
Eva was twenty-five years old. On the rare occasions that she chose to show it off, her body could effectively stop people in their tracks: men or women. From the waist down, she had the rounded lines of a jazz dancer a few weeks away from prime condition. Muscled but pliable, her butt popped out from her lower back with an almost exuberant defiance of gravity. When she walked it gave just the slightest, most sensual jiggle. She was self-conscious about her heavy, wide breasts. An early developer, what was a school-aged nightmare for her was a source of continual wonder for me. More than a handful, they majestically rose off her chest and were they any firmer, it would have been hard to believe they were real. But real they were and when treated right, her areolas became so aroused they formed lumps of their own, making her breasts like an ice cream cone with two scoops instead of just one.
Work was where we met. Like a lot of recent college grads, we were stuck in a couple of jobs that neither of us cared much for. Cold calling accountants and lawyers, she was in the marketing department and wrote the scripts. I got by making the bare minimum of sales during the day while banging the drums at night as part of the local indie scene.
The first time I caught her eye as she explained a new product to our sales group, she blushed as though she’d been caught stealing. A few weeks of smiles, led to a group of us going to lunch, then the two of us going to dinner, then the hottest night of kissing and touching I’d ever experienced. The next night followed with six hours of a sweat-drenched, fuck-stained sleepless bedding. She’d just gotten out of a bad relationship, I’d just found nirvana.
Despite the uninspiring nature of telemarketing, Eva was determined to be taken seriously in the business world. And while I couldn’t be bothered by how people felt about me, she studiously managed her image. Beginning with her clothes, everything was conservative and professional. Her curly brown hair was pinned up in a bun, her green eyes got by with just a hint of mascara and were protected from vulnerability with tasteful designer glasses. On the way to and from work, she carried a mini briefcase, a cautionary umbrella and a bag for her gym clothes. In every way, she was prepared to succeed, move on from this current situation and find something more significant. I admired her ambition but had no chance of trying to equal it.
Where we did find common ground was in the bedroom. At first, we fucked for hours upon hours as though we’d just discovered the activity. Nothing fancy, we’d get naked and simply go at it.
Then one night at a favorite Italian restaurant of ours, we were having a little spicy conversation and I jokingly warned her that if she didn’t watch out, I was going to “handcuff” her and have my way with her. Her laughter slipped away and her eyes dropped to her hands folded on the white tablecloth. “I’ve got a pair at the apartment,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You can use them tonight if you want.”
In the music scene, I’d had no shortage of women in my life. And though the quantity of sex was generous, the variety had been somewhat limited. I’d had the occasional anal fan, a fairly tame threesome and several bouts of public sex but I’d never really gotten kinky. This was something totally new and contemplating the possibilities of it felt somewhat like standing next to the Grand Canyon.
Walking through the city streets on the way home from dinner, I was grateful for the tight fit of my jeans. They were the only thing that kept the world from seeing my stiffened excitement. Normally, Eva and I talked as though we were down to the last minutes of our calling plan, but in the mile or so back to her apartment, we didn’t say a word. Our only communication was the tight grip we had of each other’s hand. The moment felt almost solemn.
It’s one of life’s great ironies that some people need to be restrained to really let go sexually. Looking back on it now, I can understand what a bit of bondage meant for Eva and me. But that night, snapping those cuffs on her wrists and considering Eva naked, on hands and knees in the middle of the king-sized bed, the only thing in my head was unquantifiable lust.
Having never been in a situation like this, I struggled a bit with just what to do. For a moment she was giggling timidly into the mattress. Maybe she wasn’t sure what should come next either. But then, without thought, my open hand whistled through a long arc and smacked on her right butt cheek. She buckled, hips tilting dramatically under the blow, her lips sipped in short breaths of air. The imprint of my hand was hot pink on the small, white triangle of her bikini line.
As painful as the spanking must have been for her, I fought mightily to get myself in check. My emotions were an ebb and flow of intense lust, fear, shame and a thrilling sense of power. I loved it all but was truly frightened that I’d hurt her.
As I stood by the side of the bed looking down at my impulsive handiwork, I felt as though Eva and I were on the edge of a big cliff. If I’d suggested the idea of jumping with the first blow, she took the leap with her response.
Slowly, she righted herself. Knees together, arms outstretched, her beautiful, beaten ass slowly pushed upward. Her breathing settled and though I couldn’t see her face still buried in the mattress, there was something about her posture that seemed to ask for more. My little businesswoman wasn’t as conservative as she wanted people to believe. Under the button downed suits and pinned up hair was a freak of a woman. Wordlessly, she slowly shook her ass from side to side in a bit of sexual taunting that charged my cock and called my hand into action once again. This time, it landed on Eva’s other cheek and in between her short breaths of recovery, she whispered, “That’s it, make my ass all red.”
With no experience in this practice, I was somewhat at a loss as how to best please her. I’d never so much as read anything on B&D except for one ridiculous passage in a Harold Robbins novel in my teen years. Improvising, I opted for a combination of instinct and questioning.
“You like that, you little slut?” My flat menacing tone felt like it was coming from a version of me that had lived a far more brutal life. It was strange, I liked it. And it turned me on. “Get your ass in the air, way up, so I can really hit it.”
Like a lithesome cat caught in a ray of warm summer sun, Eva arched her back. The effect was deliciously pornographic. Held upward in this extreme, her ass separated revealing her puckered hole and the inflamed tidiness of her twat. Hairless and glistening, the sight of Eva’s two exposed cum holes made me crazy to finish right there. But I didn’t want to disappoint her.
I brought my hand down in a rapid series of strikes. Driving her ass back towards the bed, the final blow dropped Eva on to her side, her knees pulled to her chest, eyes squeezed tight to battle the pain.
“Fuck me, now,” she panted, “fuck me really hard.” Needing no more encouragement, I took her just like that. Shoving my cock in between the back of her thighs, I found her burning wetness and plunged in to the hilt. As she’d asked for, my tempo was savage. One hand pulled her top knee up for better access, the other firmly held the back of her neck, my thumb dangerously close to her throat.
In seconds, she came in a screaming torrent of shudders and expletives. I did much the same, flexing my muscles tight and then letting rip a stupid amount of stickiness into her. Falling into a tangle of each other, we fought for breath, our bodies sweating. The night outside was unchanged by our foray into kink, it hummed along with a distant siren and the murmur of friends walking to the next bar.
“What was that all about?” I had to ask. In a million years, I would never have guessed that Eva had that in her.
“Shhhh,” she held a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to spoil it.” As any lover would be, I was disappointed to be shut out from this part of her but she balanced my frustration with what she said next. Staring up at the ceiling she let out a heavy sigh, “My God, there’s so much more I want to do.”
And so began a whirlwind journey in to experimentation. Over the course of several months, we played with ropes and nipple clamps, collars and blindfolds, whips and vibrators, costumes and cameras. Gender roles were switched, she fucked me once with a (thank God) very small strap-on. We poured wax on each other. And we watched porn.
This last activity is what put Eva on her knees in front of the mirror, my cock in her gloved hands and me with the sneaking suspicion that things between us were never going to get any better than that evening.
I am not a big guy. Standing at just under six feet tall, everything about my body is in proportion including what hangs between my legs. Neither big nor small, my size is normal and I have always been comfortable with it. But when Eva watched her first porno, she gasped with obvious glee at the prodigious endowment of the male cast.
Though she didn’t say anything, I could tell by her intense focus that a big cock was one of the many things she wanted to “do.”
At first, the idea repulsed me. The image of another dick sliding into her left me shaking my head. Just the mention of an old boyfriend curdled up bad feelings in me. I didn’t care much for other guys checking her out or hitting on her and I certainly didn’t think I wanted her getting off on something I didn’t have. It scared me.
But as time slipped by and I got more comfortable with what we were doing, I also started to understand what was driving the intense levels of our excitement. When it came to sex, we were partners in the best sense of the word. Everything we did was for the benefit of the other. In this area, it felt we were both selfless and bold. We held nothing back from each other. Like members in a good band, we played off each other and collectively were better together because of it.
I went to a sex shop in the gritty part of town and bought a flesh colored dildo that had a head on it like a sledgehammer. Thick knobby veins ran down the shaft. Its size was simply shocking. Walking home through the city streets with its heaviness swinging in a black plastic bag, I tried to get my mind around a cock having those dimensions in real life. I couldn’t and laughed aloud at the hypothetical lucky bastard with the good fortune to break the laws of nature in such a huge way. My God, did the thought of it sliding into Eva drive me wild.
I hurried through dinner that night, unable to stick to the small talk about work and Eva’s desire to move on to her MBA. Though she sat before me with her hair pinned up and her silk blouse tucked into a polite skirt, all I could see with my mind’s eye was her legs splayed open and that giant, fake dick sending her into salacious delight.
More than once, she asked if “everything was alright?”
“Of course,” I shrugged and wondered silently if my growing obsession to fuck her with another cock was more about me than her.
As she got up from the table, she said the magic words I longed to hear every night I was with her, “Feel like doing something dirty?”
“Funny you should ask,” I focused to keep my voice calm and cool. “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Oh goody,” she smiled, “I’ll go get ready for it.”
With the door to her bedroom closed, I scoured my head for all the reasons not to go through with what I had planned. First and foremost was the undeniable fear that once she got a taste of something this big, Eva simply wouldn’t go for anything less. Looking to the future, I could see a world in which I didn’t rate. That our exploration might lead to someplace I did not belong.
My mouth was dry, my head was light but my cock was so freaking hard, I had a hard time standing. For all the fears roaring through my brain, they didn’t come close to drowning out the urge to take her to a new level of satisfaction. I knocked on the door and asked to come in.