Nothing Like Anal Fucking In The Back Room

Joe and I have been known to get together whenever we can. It’s rarely planned; we like to hook up on a whim. I know his weakness – he likes it rough. And he knows mine – I love anal and always have. Together, we are one great team when we are horny.

The last time we got the chance to hook up was when we closed up the shop after a big sale before the holidays.

“You wanna grab some stock out of the back to replenish the shelves? There are two things we sold out of today. You grab one box and I’ll grab the other.” Something in his eyes was heated and I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin.

“Sure, give me the heavy lifting.”

He shrugged his big shoulders and grinned. “We can swap. You go into the cramped space where the candles are and I’ll—”

“Fine! Fine!” I said, laughing. He was right. The storage area was clean but parts of it were very cramped and I wasn’t a fan of tight spaces.

I could still feel his eyes on me as I moved, and the knowledge that he was staring at me caused a steady pounding pulse in my stomach and my cunt. I was hoping that we would somehow collide that night—and make each other cum hard in the process. Maybe we’d even grab a beer together afterward.

I never really bring it up though. I prefer to hope and let these encounters manifest on their own.

The merchandise, as usual, had been put in the wrong place by the store’s day shift. When I bent to dig them out from behind some other boxes on a bottom shelf, Joe’s hands clamped down on my waist. “I saw you looking at me,” he said, his voice heavy with lust.

It was hard to breathe, hard to swallow, but very easy to shiver—trapped there in his grip as I was. I said nothing.

“I can tell when you need it,” Joe told me. He gripped my stretchy blue skirt and pulled it down and the white tails of my blouse fluttered around my waist. His hands found the top of my black tights and I heard him tear my nylons away. My pussy was sopping wet with desire, but that’s not where he’d be going. Not there.

I nodded in response. Yes, I did need it. Yes, this was good.

Joe’s fingers tickled along my spine before stroking my lower back in a deceptively gentle way. He cupped my ass and leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Do you need it? Am I right?”

He was going to make me say it. “I need it,” I managed, though my voice was choppy and weak from excitement.

“Need what?” he teased.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, hoping he’d let me get away with being just a little coy.

“Is that it?” he pressed.

I shook my head no. If I was going to get what I wanted, I was going to have to say it. “I need you to fuck my ass.”

“That’s more like it!” Joe said, bending me forward. My arms leaned on the shelf in front of me and I pushed my ass back against him – tempting him and inviting him.

He slipped his fingers inside my pussy deeply, nudging my G-spot and the wet depths of my cunt. Then his cock followed, plunging easily into my pussy hole as he drove his wet fingers into my rectum. I moaned, hanging my head and holding my breath. He was getting me ready – getting me where I wanted to be so he could fuck me the way I really needed it.

My hair slid along the shelf, my fingers making trails in the dust. His cock slammed me hard, pushing me forward so that my toes were barely touching the floor. Joe’s fingernails dug almost painfully into my hips and his roughness made my pussy clamp down on his cock.

“Feels like you are really turned on,” he said as he pulled free of me quickly. It made me sigh. He slid his fingers in and out of my ass, stretching me open and making me ache for him. My cunt was clenching – empty. I whimpered.

“Hold on, sexy. Just a minute more.” He added another finger to my ass hole, and it stung so good! My body gave itself over to his finger talents and I gripped the edge of the shelf as he slid his fingers out and lined up the head of his cock with my stretched ass. Then, moving with slow torture, he entered me with just the tip of his cock. I was panting with need.

“You want more, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

Joe pushed forward and his cock continued to probe my body, stretching my asshole taut. My free hand found its way to my pussy and I simply pressed. The added pressure made his intrusion all the sweeter.

“Did I say you could do that?” he asked, slapping my ass cheek once, hard enough that I felt blood rush to the surface of my skin.

Another inch and then another, before his cock was in all the way – balls deep – and we both paused to breathe. Soon, though, his stillness became maddening, and another whimper popped out of me. I could feel my cunt pounding to the same beat as my heart.

“I know. Just a second . . . ” Then he was moving – slow and steady at first, making sure he didn’t hurt me until I was ready. When I began trembling, Joe wound my long, blonde hair around his fist and pulled hard enough to snap my head back and make my nipples rub hard against my white blouse.

“I want you to cum – hard!” he said, yanking again.

His blue eyes stared at me when I caught his gaze in my peripheral vision. My head held tight by his grip on my hair, I could barely see him. But I could understand that gaze. “You may touch yourself.”

I almost babbled with relief as his thrusts became harder and more demanding. My fingers stroked circles around my clit and my whole body responded – becoming taut with anticipation. I shoved fingers into my greedy cunt and pressed my hand against my swollen clit.

“Harder,” he groaned. He could feel my fingers through that thin barrier of skin that separated my cunt and ass.

I thrust my fingers deeper. “Oh,” was all I said as I hovered there on the edge, waiting.

“Cum!,” he commanded, and then I did. My body shook with the effort to not scream as my orgasm moved through me. It was so much hotter to be quiet – secret – illicit.

He slammed into me hard enough to rap my hips against the edge of the shelf. With a rough growl he came inside my ass, pinning me in place with his body.

Then he chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. “You up for a beer? ”

My knees were shaking, as were my hands. “I am.”

“One day we might have to take this act of ours into the real world. You know – a real date.”

I blushed. “Maybe,” I said. “But not yet.”

“You like the secret,” he said, turning from me. It wasn’t a question.

I liked the secret.

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