Oh, You Want Anal? (Celebrity Story)

There comes a time in every relationship where the topic of spicing things up in bed comes to mind. Some people decide to do some role-play, others indulge in a threesome and there are those -primarily men- who bring up the hopeful subject of anal. And in one such relationship, I asked my girlfriend of the time, Emma Stone, if we could possible indulge in such a kinky exploit. And she was thrilled at the idea. Thrilled to the extent that I probably should have been somewhat wary of the prospect, but when you have a hot redhead like her proclaiming that she wants you to fuck her in the ass, you hardly scoff at the idea. And so, we set a date made and evening of it, all culminating in me sat on our bed, entirely naked, waiting for that sultry goddess of a woman to enter.

            “Now… babe… I have strict rules when it comes to fucking my arse,” I heard her call from the other room, her voice coming closer and closer as she finally rounded the corner, proudly resting her hands on her hips and smiling seductively. She had a gorgeous black leather corset on, which pushed her already soft and plump breasts up and outwards, giving them an even bigger look. All alongside matching leather gloves that came midway up her biceps and deliciously tight latex trousers. However, even with the insanely hot outfit, I couldn’t take my eyes away from what lay between her legs. Well, what was strapped between her legs. A thick, long strapon on cock. On that bounced its way down to her knees. And with a smile, she said, “I only let people fuck my ass, if they are willing to let me do it to them first… So… bend over big boy…”

            I’ll be honest. I was a little surprised. But what else could I do? Emma was rather… firm with her opinions and wasn’t one to simply let something go. It was a little disconcerting that she had a strapon to hand and that it was that big, but I quickly brushed that aside. I suppose I was always a little submissive in our relationship, always seeking to please her in any way I could. And that definitely influenced my decision, because I did as she said. I bent over.

            “Good boy… You’re gonna love my cock…” She purred, clambering onto the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube that I had set on the bedside table in preparation for this. I felt a dribble on my arsehole, quickly followed by her leathery hand rubbing it across my tight constricted entrance, her other hand pawing at my pert cheeks. She lubed her cock to a glossy shimmer, before resting the tip of it against my entrance. Fuck it was big. It was even bigger than I thought. Before I could raise such concerns, I felt her easing herself forwards, her hands grabbing my hips as she moaned to herself, “I love fucking a fresh little virgin arse…”
            Groaning as she pushed forwards, I gasped suddenly as the tip entered my hole, easily pushing deeper inside me. Emma was hardly about to be dissuaded as once she had the tip inside, she was confident she had claimed me for her own pleasure. Inch after inch slid inside me, the tip finally grinding against my prostate and making me groan slightly, a tiny burst of pleasure surging through my body, tingling through my hardened cock. Hearing that groan only spurred her on, as she kept thrusting forwards, pulling my hips back onto her crotch until finally, my bum pressed against her strapon’s base, every inch of the unbelievably long and thick cock was lodged inside my rear end. I felt Emma drape her body over my, her breath hitting my ears as she wrapped a hand around my cock, moaning as she felt me pulsate and throb in her hand.

            “Fuck… You’re hard… That’s why you rolled over so quickly for me… You’re just a fucking bottom bitch, aren’t you? My little fucking bottom bitch…” she teased, stroking me off, pre-cum pouring from my tip and coating her leather hand. Her dirty talk just made me throb because that’s what I was. Her little bitch. Emma Stone’s little bottom bitch. I didn’t care if it was demeaning, I just wanted fucked as hard as she would like.

            Pulling herself back, I felt her hands crack down on my arse, spanking me painfully as she slowly drew her hips back and forth, gently fucking me slowly and steadily. Moans started to come from my lips as she hammered back and forth, the plastic cock grinding my prostate to dust with each deep and powerful thrust. Every few pounds were enunciated by her hands spanking me, her moans of horny pleasure making my dutiful butt fucking even more sumptuous. I began to slowly start pushing back onto her thrusts, bouncing myself against her strapon, the girl groaning happily as she spanked me, growing progressively rougher with each hammering thrust, trying to dent my arse with her cock.

            “My, my you are eager. A hungry little cock slut. You like my cock, do you? Like being stuffed full of my cock? I didn’t realise I was dating a little bitch. You’re my little bitch, not my boyfriend. You’re mine to play with. My holes to fuck,” she groaned, starting to hammer back and forth unrelentingly. She pounded and hammered her strapon again and again, not stopping as my moans turned to meek whimpers. I felt her force my head down into the pillows as she clambered higher, resting on her heels as she thrust deep and downwards, ignoring my orgasm. I came hard, spraying the sheets with cum, but she barely even noticed, not stopping as I grunted in painful pleasure, the recent orgasm amplifying the sensations bursting through my body.

            I lost track of time, trying to keep myself focussed and conscious. I remembered my phone ringing several times as Emma positioned me and herself in various different arrangements, pounding deep and hard with each one. She never forced her strapon in my mouth, preferring instead to ruin my other entrance with her rough pounding. Eventually, it came to an end. After many orgasms, Emma finally pulled out and let me fall breathless and sweaty onto the bed. She smiled at me before leaving the room. She came back half an hour later, dressed up and ready to go out. She was putting her earrings in as she smiled at me, “Right, see you later babe. Keep some dinner for me later. You know what will happen if you don’t…”

            With that she blew me a kiss and offered me a wink before rushing out the door, letting it slam shut. Nothing more was said, but it took me a considerable length of time to even be able to muster the courage to roll out of bed. Well, muster the mental strength to ignore the aching pain.