Free Rich Pickings by Ashe Barker Page A

simply abandon myself to him. I do. I have.
    Moments later he’s back. I turn my head, watch him quickly undress. His cock is huge, his erection solid and thick, and proudly pointing straight up. I’m eying it appreciatively as Dan snaps the foil on a condom and unrolls it along his length. Next he takes a tube of lubricant from the bedside table and quickly squeezes a generous blob into his palm. He smears it over the length of his cock, coating the smooth latex before coming to kneel on the bed alongside me.
    “I want you on your hands and knees, legs spread wide.”
    I say nothing, just bend my knees to push myself up from the duvet.
    “If it’s more comfortable you can drop your shoulders down, as long as your bum’s in the air for me. Arch your back as I’ve taught you. Present your arse, girl.” Again, that stern, uncompromising Dom tone. But without menace.
    He knows what he’s doing. I trust him. His intent is obvious, and I have no hesitation in doing as he says. I’m beyond embarrassment. Humiliation is just a memory. I trust him to take care of me. As I lower my shoulders to the bed and lay my cheek against the pillow he takes the tube again and helps himself to another large dollop.
    “You’re already wet, but this is your first time. I intend to take good care of your sweet little virgin arse.” He spreads the slick, cool gel around my now loose and welcoming arsehole, then works it inside. Two fingers, then the third. It’s not painful this time, just pleasantly tight. I gyrate my hips in enthusiastic contentment.
    “Entering into the spirit. That’s what we like to see.” He pulls his fingers from my arse and moves to kneel behind me. “I’m going to go slow, and I’ll stop and wait whenever you need me to. You have your safe words. There’s no hurry. But I am going to be inside you. All, the way. You can take all of me, and you will. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.” If he says so, though I already know he’s huge. This is not going to be easy. Despite all my good intentions I start to tense up.
    He knows straight away, his palms caressing my buttocks.
    “Trust me, love.” His words are soft, his fingers tracing the edge of my arsehole, teasing, arousing. Tantalizing.
    My body relaxes again, and he places the head of his cock inside my arse. Just the head, no more, the sphincter stretched tight around it. Three fingers felt large, this is more. Much more. He pushes forward, slow and smooth. Inch by careful inch he enters me.
    It hurts, and I’m scared. My fingers are like claws, grasping at the pillow beneath my head. I’m gnawing on my lower lip as he pushes again, my arse opening wide to accept his unrelenting entry. He stops, slides his fingertips through the slick lube coating the delicate, sensitive skin around my anus, circling the shaft of his cock now embedded deep but not fully inside me. Despite my nervousness and my discomfort it does feel good. Sort of. His touch is soothing and reassuring, his concentration focused on me.
    The pressure starts again, his cock slips deeper in. And deeper still. I’m whimpering, whether in fear or pain I’m not certain, but it never occurs to me to say amber. He’s going slow, as he promised he would, allowing me ample time to respond. I do, by raising my bum a little higher, welcoming him, urging him on. His palm against my buttock is his acknowledgment, a gentle caress as he stretches his thumb to reach between my folds to dip the tip of it in my wet pussy. It’s the reminder I need of how aroused I am, of the exciting intensity I’m discovering on this voyage of sensual discovery.
    My whimpers become moans of pleasure as he reaches around me with his other hand to place the pad of his middle finger over my clit.
    “Will this help, little slut?”
    I nod in near desperation. “Yes, Sir. Please. Now, please…”
    He presses and rubs, at the same time somehow manipulating his thumb to hit my G-spot. I melt into an orgasmic haze as he