Quickie Butt Sex

I was supposed to see a client last night, but he ended up canceling on me due to his flight being delayed out of Atlanta (aren’t all flights out of ATL delayed?).  Normally that wouldn’t be that big of deal, but I had spent a considerable amount of time during the afternoon yesterday addressing posts related to anal sex in a couple of forums where I hang out from time to time.  As luck would have it, this client is a huge fan of butt fucking, which as you probably know I happen to enjoy greatly.

One of those threads had to do with using spit as a lube for anal penetration.  I’ve always had real lube on hand, so I’ve not been in a position to need to try saliva to facilitate taking a cock in my ass.  At any rate, I’d gotten kind of curious about whether or not anyone had used just spit as a lube for anal penetration and how successful they were. So I did what any Twitwhore would do and tweeted the question on Twitter.  A handful of folks said they had indeed used just mouth goo to slide the cock into someone’s asshole.

Add into this mix the fact that I had been catching up on a story Catalina’s been relating regarding her anal sex experiences with Eric Amaranth (which you can see here).  It’s a very hot story and I knew exactly what she was feeling as she recounted the experience.  As an aside, Eric wrote a piece about masturbating to one of my stories a few weeks back.  I wonder if Catalina will allow me to borrow him so he can experience my ass as well?  Heh.

But I digress.

Anyway, this conglomeration of anal topics yesterday had conspired to put me in a mindset where I was very much looking forward to being fucked in the butt last night, and when my client had to back out it left a void in me, specifically in my rectum.  So much so that I was willing to go to extraordinary lengths to satisfy my craving, beyond my usual methods of self gratification even.  I needed a live cock to satisfy my asshole’s need to grab a hold of real meat – something that would react to it and make it feel like it was being fucked rather than just penetrated.  Using a dildo, even a cyberskin one, just doesn’t do the trick.  Anyone who’s had both will know exactly what I’m talking about.

The thought occurred to me that I could post an ad seeking a butt fucker on Craigslist.  I’d done something similar to that when I was looking for my first facial and it paid off handsomely.  But I knew I’d get hundreds of replies from all kinds of random people, most long after I’d taken care of my little itch.  I didn’t want to go through the hassle of having to delete all those e-mails for the next two or three weeks.

So it occurred to me – why not post a notice on Twitter?  A good portion of my followers are in the San Francisco area, and many of them engage with me to one degree or another.  Maybe there’d be one or two who’d relish the idea of being able to dip their cocks in my shithole (at no cost, of course).  I wasn’t sure what kind of response I’d get, though.  Would anyone take me seriously?  So I thought I’d get some idea of who was paying attention by posting an inquisitive tweet, to wit:

Of course, that drew quite a range of reactions from a wide variety of people, including many from outside the area who offered to buy tickets to San Francisco if I’d just wait for them. 

A couple of guys DM’ed me¹ and asked if I was serious.  One of them was a guy I speak with fairly regularly on Twitter, so I explained that I was indeed serious if he was up for it, even though I hadn’t really intended to be with my original tweet.  He replied back and said he’d be happy to accommodate me if I wanted to avail myself of the opportunity.  Well, my ass was itching (begging, really) to be penetrated, so we got to discussing the details and worked out a time and place to meet.

This wasn’t going to be a meeting at some random guy’s house, though.  I didn’t want to go to someone’s house, and I sure wasn’t about to invite a stranger to my house.  I wanted to meet on neutral ground somewhere.  So we agreed that he’d bring his SUV and we’d meet in a parking lot and do it in the back of his truck.  How…whorish.

I also told him to masturbate before he came to meet me.  I didn’t want him getting in my ass and busting after just a few thrusts.  I wanted it to last for a bit.  I also explained that there’d be no oral and no vaginal penetration – I wasn’t in the mood for a long, drawn out sexual encounter.  I was just in the mood to be analized – I wanted to get in, get busy, and get it done.

So, we met at a parking lot off Market Street near SOMA.  I pulled up next to his truck and we talked for a few minutes, then I got out and climbed into the back seat.  I felt like I’d walked into a castle; Escalades are huge, especially compared to my little convertible. 

I’d worn a sundress with no panties to make things easier; this way I could just hike my dress up and we could get down to business.  He pulled his shorts off and had a nice erection going on.  I took out a condom and rolled it onto his cock (I’m guessing about 7 inches long and about average girth), then turned around and got into the FDAU² position, reached around, grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart so he’d have easy access.

“Spit on my ass.  I want you to try it using just spit.”

Based on my conversation on Twitter earlier, I wanted to try it this way, even though I couldn’t really tell how big his cock was.  I’d brought some AstroGlide just in case the saliva didn’t work, though.  In the dark his cock didn’t seem to be too big so as to make for a painful entry, though, so I thought we should give it a shot.

He bent down and began rimming me.  He’d indicated specifically having seen me mention that I was into being rimmed and asked if he could.  Are you kidding?   Hell, yeah.  He began digging his tongue as deep into my butt as he could get it, depositing a great deal of saliva on my tight little hole.  When he was done feasting, he hocked a big wad of saliva and spit it right onto my asshole.  That’s an interesting sensation, by the way, if you’ve never experienced it. 

He moved up behind me (having to bend his neck down, since the roof of the truck was too low for him to stay upright – poor guy), and pushed at the entrance, slowly penetrating the little hole.  He got it all the way in and began thrusting gently.  Good gosh, it felt so good to have something filling me up.  I began masturbating myself and came within thirty seconds, literally.  I’d actually had to fight to keep myself from cumming before I’d gotten to the meeting, so the quick orgasm didn’t surprise me.

He eventually picked up speed and began thrusting quite vigorously.  I’d given my hand a rest, then gone back to finger fucking myself and brought about another orgasm rather quickly.  As I’ve indicated before, I tend to have very strong orgasms when I’m being fucked in the ass, and these were no different.

“Fuck me harder.”

He grabbed my hips and began fucking me as hard as he could.  I guess the spit was doing it’s job because I didn’t feel any pain at all even when he was almost pushing me through the passenger side door.  I managed to give myself another orgasm before he finally came.  My knees had gotten kind of weak from the intensity of the Os and the contorted position I was in, so I sank down onto the seat as he was pounding into me from above.  As he came, his thrusts forced my cunt into the edge of his back seat, almost pushing me to a fourth orgasm in the short 15 minutes or so we’d been going at it.  As I wrote this, it occurred to me that I hope there were no cunt juice stains left behind on the edge of that seat.  That’d be hard to explain to the wife this morning. 

When he came down off his high, he pulled out of me, rolled the condom off and tossed it out the window, and sat back.  I just laid there on my stomach for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of being a slut, knowing I’d just gotten ass fucked in a car in a parking lot in the middle of downtown.  It doesn’t get much sluttier than that, really.  Does it?  Maybe if he’d fucked me against the truck itself, right out in the open?

There are times when I really get off on allowing myself to enjoy my sluttier side.  I generally act pretty reserved around most folks, and you’d have no idea that I did this kind of stuff, or made my living being paid to provide, uh, companionship to people.  I won’t lie, I get a kind of psychological high from walking around having that little secret to myself.

After a couple of minutes of recovery, I thanked him for his time, climbed out, got back in my car and started it up.  I reminded him that we’d agreed not to discuss this with anyone (including on Twitter), and then took off on the five minute drive back to my apartment.

When I got back home, I pulled off my dress, crawled into bed, masturbated again, and drifted off to sleep.  The thought occurred to me that I should’ve tweeted again to let everyone know my anal desires had been satiated (and that I made it home safely), but by that point I was already comfortably snuggled under my covers and I wasn’t about to get out just for that. 

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