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‘Holy shit, this is happening.’ I thought to myself.
The moment I’d shakily nodded my head ‘Yes’ at letting James take me in the ass, he quickly got to work.
I could tell by the thick long hardness of him, that he was eager to plow me, but I tried to hide my nervousness...or was it nervous curiosity?
When I first pulled James cock out, it took my breath away. Firstly, because his dick was nearly twice the length of my own. And secondly, because I knew that if he face-fucked me with that thing, it certainly would take my breath away by choking me.
So why on earth did I think I was going to be able to fit it all in my ass?
Still, I was going to soon find out how deeply I could take his cock, since I was now face down, and spread out over the break room table.
Grabbing the petroleum jelly from the first aid kit, James had then cleared the table top, before telling me to lay down over it.
It left me standing at an uncomfortable angle, my puckered asshole now free and clear for James to enter.
James stood right behind me. “Okay, I’m just smearing some on now,” he said, giving me fair warning.
My hands clenched the edge of the table as James smeared the lube around my hole. The cool jelly contrasted with the heat of James fingers as he spread it around my entrance.
He worked in silence. And I swear he must have put nearly half a jar of the stuff onto my asshole before I finally spoke up. The anticipation was killing me. I turned around to look over my shoulder at him. “You gonna get started soon?”
James let loose a short bark of a laugh. “Just getting you nice and ready for me,” he said as he then placed a small kiss on my hip. “This is your first time, remember?”
I nodded, turning back to face forward, and tried to relax my puckering hole. Soon enough, the wait was over, as I felt James slowly push a finger into me.
I moaned at the pleasurable burn of it. I couldn’t help it. I’d never fingered myself before, or been fingered, but this wasn’t what I imagined it would feel like.
James slid his finger in and out a few times, adding what felt like more jelly each time he penetrated me.
“Okay, lets try a couple fingers now,” James said.
“Yes,” I hissed when I felt two fingers slide in. One finger felt good, but two fingers made me squirm. I focused on relaxing again, spreading my legs a little further apart to keep me steady.
“Still good?” James asked.
“Yeah,” I answered quickly, my voice low, “keep going.”
When James pushed his third finger in, that is when I felt my asshole stretch to accommodate him. I closed my eyes to luxuriate in the burn of it, as James bent his fingers to search my inner walls.
I grunted, and my balls jumped, when I felt him rub a particular section of the inside of my hole. He was stimulating what must have been my prostate.
The male G-spot...or so I’ve read.
“God, that feels good,” I said, the words falling from my lips as I clenched my eyes tight to enjoy how his fingertips manipulated my spot.
“Guess you’re ready then,” James said. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to find him positioning the tip of his hard cock where his fingers had just been.
Slowly, so very slowly, James inched his rock hard manhood into my tight lubed ass. And inch by slippery inch, I moaned as he entered me.
He kept going, and going, and going. And just when I was feeling so full, so incredibly stuffed, Jame stopped. His cock was finally in me, all the way, and balls deep.
And my god, it felt amazing!
James then reached up to place a bracing hand on my shoulder, as he slowly pulled out. And I reveled in the feel of his cock stroking against the entire length of my inner walls.
But, just before he slipped completely out of me, I felt James thrust back in, firmer and harder this time. And I let loose a grunt that was almost as loud as the moan that left James lips.
“God, you feel so good,” James told me, his voice tight, as he began to slowly fuck me. His grip on my shoulder tightened as he thrust into me again, and again. His other hand, grasped my hip to hold me steady as he moved.
It wasn’t long before his thrusts became so urgent, we began to shift the table. And the table legs scratched rhythmically against the floor, as James pushed himself into my ass. Plus, it was all I could do to hang onto the table edge, as James took me.
I knew we were now both moaning and grunting so loud, there was a strong chance we’d be heard back inside the bar, but I didn’t care.
James grunts got lower, more gravelly, as he leaned forward, his weight pressing on my back. His long slow thrusts had now become short hard pounds.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh...” James grunted, and I clenched my asshole, trying to make myself as tight as possible for him.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming...” James refrained, before he pressed his mouth flush against my back, as though he were using my shoulder to mute his carnal moans.