Free Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane Page A

desperate she really was.
    Derrick led her back to the padded bench. “Kneel on it,” he instructed.
    Sasha obeyed; her heart skipping as she turned to look at him. “What are you going to do?”
    Derrick pushed her shoulders down until she was lying with her ass up; her hands bound behind her; her face resting on the seat. His hand ran over the curve of her reddened ass, his fingers lightly grazing her anus. “I’m going to fuck you here.” He slid one finger into her tight hole, again noting how easily it went in. “What have you used here to make it so easy for me to finger you?”
    Mortified, Sasha mumbled, “A butt plug.”
    “How often, how big?” He continued to finger her forbidden hole, just barely entering her before slipping back out.
    Sasha gasped, liking the way his finger felt there. There was something about being touched there, entered in her back passage, that felt so decadent, so wrong, yet highly stimulating. Or maybe it was the lewdness, the degradation of it that enhanced the stimulation. “Only when I masturbated. The plug isn’t very big.”
    Derrick’s free hand had unfastened his jeans and freed his stiff cock which he now held easily in his hand. Sasha was watching him stroke himself, her eyes large and excited as awareness seeped in of how he was going to fuck her. That look of uncertainty coupled with lust turned him on further, hardening his cock, making him ache to shove it into her and hear her scream in pleasure. But, he knew he’d have to take her slow and easy this first time. Butt fucking could be a highly enjoyable experience for the woman, or a totally humiliating and painful one. For a man, it was erotic as hell, that complete surrender from a woman, allowing him total domination and control.
    “I’m going to take you there, Sasha. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than a small plug, but I’ll be careful.”
    Sasha watched him pull a small tube of lubricant from his jeans. She was excited, scared and nervous about giving him this last access to her body. She had always enjoyed the feel of the plug; it added to her stimulation, intensified her orgasms. Yet, her orgasms with Derrick had far surpassed any she had achieved by her own hand, no matter how much added stimulus she had applied.
    Sasha nodded at him, wanting to know if this was another fantasy that was going to be worth trying then storing for future memories, or one she would regret and shove out of her mind as soon as the act was completed.
    Derrick lubricated two fingers, spread her buttocks with his other hand and gently inserted them up her rectum. “Relax, push out. It’ll be easier,” he instructed as he felt her tighten up. “Turn your head, Sasha, and look at the people on that boat over there while I prepare you for my cock.”
    His words sent a shock wave through her. It was difficult turning her head with her hands bound behind her, but she managed. The boat was close enough that they would be able to see two people engaging in sex but not near enough to see their faces. “Oh, God, Derrick, I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered as one man lifted a pair of binoculars to his eyes. “It’s too much.”
    But even as she denied her willingness, she was pushing against his invading fingers, loving the feel of them moving in and out of her forbidden hole.
    Derrick chuckled. “I’m finding that difficult to believe. Your body, as usual, is speaking loud and clear for you. You’re loving this. Just think of how exciting it’ll be. Me taking you this way while they watch, wishing it was them buried deep in your ass, making you buck with pleasure.”
    She couldn’t deny it. Her pussy swelled, and her creamy essence oozed out, making a liar out of her. She reminded herself he would be gone soon, and all she would have left would be memories. Very erotic, spine tingling, mortifying, exciting memories.
    Derrick moved behind her and grabbed her reddened buttocks; his thumbs spreading her cheeks wide.