The first time she felt it, she almost came on the spot.
Maya stood in the kitchen of their small apartment, still in the short black dress from the office party, heels kicked off, bare feet on cool tile. The dress was wrinkled. Her lipstick was gone. And her boyfriend, Rian, was behind her with both hands under the fabric, one palm flat on her stomach, the other already sliding between her cheeks.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured against the back of her neck. “And it’s not from your pussy.”
She tried to answer and only managed a shaky exhale. His middle finger had found the tight, wrinkled ring of her asshole and was pressing there, not entering, just circling, spreading the wetness that had leaked down from her cunt. She was dripping. She always got like this when he touched her there. It had started as curiosity months ago. Now it was the only thing she thought about on the train home.
Rian’s voice dropped lower. “Tell me what you want.”
Maya’s hands braced on the counter. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say it or I stop.”
She swallowed. The word came out raw. “My ass. I want your fingers in my ass. Please.”
He didn’t tease her any longer. Two fingers, slick with her own juices, pressed against the tiny hole and pushed. The resistance was sharp, familiar, electric. She moaned as the ring of muscle gave way and his fingers sank in to the second knuckle. Her knees almost buckled. He worked them slowly, scissoring, stretching her open while his other hand slid around to rub her clit in tight circles.
“Look at you,” he said. “Dripping down your thighs just from having your ass fingered. Dirty girl.”
Maya’s head dropped forward. She could feel every ridge of his knuckles, every slow thrust. The burn was perfect. She pushed back against his hand, trying to take more, and he rewarded her by adding a third finger. The stretch made her cry out. Her cunt clenched around nothing. She was so empty there it almost hurt.
“Please,” she whispered. “Fuck me. I need it.”
Rian pulled his fingers free with a wet sound. She heard his belt, the zip, the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor. Then the thick, blunt head of his cock pressed against her stretched hole. He didn’t ask again. He just pushed.
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