Analsex - Deep inside me E-Book

Ewa Heart

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• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 114

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Anal sex is still a taboo subject. Yet those who actually engage in this adventure describe exactly that as extremely exciting and crowned by incomparable orgasms. No wonder, because the anus is surrounded by countless nerves that are stimulated during anal sex. Ewa Heart: "For me, anal sex was taboo. I never wanted to let anyone touch me back there, neither with my finger nor with my tongue. I found that disgusting. But when I met my husband, I somehow found the desire for anal. I also know how that had happened. He began to indulge in my backdoor with his tongue. I had liked that very much. I suddenly wanted to try it out. Feel how anal intercourse is like that. I got us condoms and lubricant. I had told my husband the same evening that I wanted to try anal intercourse with him. He licked and fingered my back door. In the process, he took a lot of lube. I did a bowel cleanse beforehand, of course. Then he asked me if I was ready. Thereupon I said that I was ready, however, he would have to stop if it would hurt me. And he should be very careful. I must say he was really very careful. He then guided his penis in my backdoor. I must honestly say that I liked it very much. And since then we have had regular anal intercourse. Once in a while we have an anal quickie, too."

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Sex stories by Ewa Heart

Anal sex is still a taboo subject. Yet those who actually engage in this adventure describe exactly that as extremely exciting and crowned by incomparable orgasms. No wonder, because the anus is surrounded by countless nerves that are stimulated during anal sex.

Ewa Heatr: "For me, anal sex was taboo. I never wanted to let anyone touch me back there, neither with my finger nor with my tongue. I found that disgusting. But when I met my husband, I somehow found the desire for anal. I also know how that had happened. He began to indulge in my backdoor with his tongue. I had liked that very much. I suddenly wanted to try it out. Feel how anal intercourse is like that. I got us condoms and lubricant. I had told my husband the same evening that I wanted to try anal intercourse with him. He licked and fingered my back door. In the process, he took a lot of lube.

I did a bowel cleanse beforehand, of course. Then he asked me if I was ready. Thereupon I said that I was ready, however, he would have to stop if it would hurt me. And he should be very careful.

I must say he was really very careful. He then guided his penis in my backdoor. I must honestly say that I liked it very much. And since then we have had regular anal intercourse. Once in a while we have an anal quickie, too." 

Modelling Ends Up In Anal Sex

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation and excitement during that short walk on the beautiful, warm spring morning. She looked forward to the adventure that lay before her with excitement. The weather matched her mood perfectly. The dark months of winter were behind her and the morning sunshine warmed her pretty face. Angel felt her spirits lifted with the blossoming beauty of the day, which caused a surge of joy at just being alive to swell her heart in her chest. As Angel, pretty and slim bodied, stepped perkily along the pavement towards her rendezvous several early morning commuters slowed their cars to better observe her as she walked along, her long hair swinging, and hips swaying. Every man that Angel passed found himself taking a surreptitious glance at Angel's legs as her short skirt flicked up saucily at the hem, each flick revealed a hint of promise and came perilously close to revealing the soft underside of Angel's round buttocks.

The events leading up to Angel's excursion into the unknown had begun several months earlier when Vinnie, Angel's boyfriend had talked her into posing for some intimate photographs. Although reluctant at first, Angel decided to humour her boyfriend, posing provocatively for his amateurish first attempts at photography

Much to her surprise, and Vinnie's delight, the impromptu modelling session led to a hard, lust fuelled fuck. Vinnie's ardour had taken Angel completely by surprise, but her body had also responded to the excitement of the occasion. Angel's cunt was oily, slick with desire, and her nipples were aching and hard, eager for attention. Her juicing quim and alert clitoris tingled when Vinnie's tongue and fingers probed and rubbed both her opening and the excited nub of her clit. When Vinnie eventually introduced the blunt head of his fat cock to her body, Angel's nerves were jangling like an alarm bell, giving rise to an immediate and intense climax as Vinnie entered her clenching pussy.

That initial modelling session led to many more, and soon the lively young couple had built up quite a collection of saucy snaps. Of course Vinnie escalated things further by posting the pictures of his lithe, perky breasted girlfriend on the internet, and things progressed rapidly from there. Angel was overwhelmed by the response her pictures received. The sheer volume of emails and Instant Messages from fans on the site astounded her. In what seemed like no time at all Angel had her own not inconsiderable fan base, and was soon posing to order in response to requests on the site.

Then one day a message appeared inviting Angel to earn some commission by posing for a photographer on a more formal basis. He offered her a reasonable amount of money to come to his studio and pose for glamour shots. The shoot would consist of no more than two or three hours of Angel's time, and would mean that she would be required to wear a variety of outfits, eventually stripping down to virtually nothing, and finally posing open legged for the camera.

Vinnie and Angel had discussed the deal at some considerable length, the obvious dangers being uppermost in a concerned Vinnie's mind. Angel was torn about the idea at first, flattered that a professional would consider paying for her services, but also a little bit apprehensive about posing for a stranger.

Eventually, after talking to the photographer over the phone and diligently checking out a few references, the couple decided to go for the deal and arranged an appointment for the following week. Originally the plan had been for Vinnie to accompany his girlfriend on the shoot, but at the last minute he was unable to attend and this put the whole deal in jeopardy."

'I've been thinking about that job and I'd like to go,' Angel told Vinnie when she arrived home from work the evening before the big day.

'I'm really not sure about that, babe,' Vinnie replied, his tone dubious.

'Yeah, well, I wasn't happy about it at first,' Angel began to state her case. 'But, like I said I've been thinking about it,' she moved close to Vinnie seductively. 'And I reckon it'll be cool. I'll have my phone and I'll call you every half an hour or so. We've checked out Phil's CV and he's well known and respected. We've seen some of his stuff, and it's all above board.' Angel could tell her argument was beginning to sway Vinnie, and so pressed on regardless. 'Plus, I really want to do it...'

'...Well, if you're totally sure...' Vinnie didn't finish his sentence. Angel, knowing she had won him over, kissed him on the mouth.

'That's great,' she gushed enthusiastically when the couple broke the kiss. 'I can't wait, and I promise to bring home every picture.'

'And the cheque, baby,' grinned Vinnie. 'Don't' forget the cheque.'

Angel laughed, 'And the cheque,' she confirmed.

Later that evening Angel lay along the blue sofa in their living room and slurped lasciviously at Vinnie's hard prick, murmuring lewdly during the intervals when she didn't have Vinnie's meat between her lips. 'Come on baby,' Angel whispered, her hand manipulating Vinnie's hard cock. 'Come for me lover, show me the hot stuff.'

Vinnie groaned as his girlfriend wrapped a handful of her long, dirty blonde hair around his shaft and tugged at him. He loved to feel Angel's silken hair around his prick, and the combined effect of Angel's profane language and the sweet sensation of her hair around his sensitive cock brought Vinnie to the verge of orgasm within minutes.

'Shit Angel,' he sighed; his head lolling back as he surrendered to the inevitable. 'Here it comes, fuck... look out.'

Vinnie's thick semen spurted from the eye in his cock, and the first hot geyser splashed directly on Angel's tongue. As the pretty girl swallowed the first spurts more of the stuff spattered onto her cheeks and into her hair. Angel wrapped her lips around Vinnie's gushing cock, taking the final dying spurts in her mouth. She looked up at her boyfriend as she lay across his lap and smiled at him with spunk hanging in thick threads from her hair. Her face was smeared with Vinnie's goo, and Angel felt very pleased with her handiwork. She had gotten her own way despite Vinnie's mild trepidation over her proposal that she meet Phil alone, and she had the satisfaction of exercising her carnal control over Vinnie by bringing him off with her mouth and hand.

'How was that sweetie?' Angel grinned through her layer of cum.

'Fan-fucking-tastic, as ever,' sighed Vinnie, his oozing cock slowly drooping.

Angel lifted herself up from her boyfriend's lap and headed for the bathroom to clean her spunk smeared features.

'No sex tonight,' she called over her shoulder. 'I want to be in pristine condition for tomorrow.' She had trimmed her pubic bush in preparation for the following day, and didn't want Vinnie's jizz leaking out of her body when Phil came to the open leg shots. Vinnie should be satisfied with the blow job he'd just received, but there was no telling with him, sometimes he could stay hard after he'd come and Angel needed to put him straight about her intentions regarding sex that night.

Angel slept fitfully through that night, her mind whirring at the possibilities that lay before her, her stomach turning and tumbling whenever she thought about exposing herself completely to a stranger come the morning. In spite of her apprehension, Angel arrived at the railway station in time to meet her train with a soaring heart and almost light headed elation. She stood on the platform with her legs trembling but her resolve firm. When the train arrived precisely on time she stepped deliberately aboard, finding a seat and settling down comfortably.

Phil met Angel at the station, and after brief introductions they set off for his studio at an industrial estate on the edge of town. Angel called Vinnie as promised and even passed the phone to Phil so that the two men could have a brief conversation. Angel gave the registration number of Phil's car to Vinnie over the phone so that her boyfriend could have further reassurances regarding Angel's security and safety. Their plan was by no means foolproof, but Angel felt herself to be a good judge of character, and Phil sounded no alarm bells through Angel's sensitive perv antennae. He was a gentleman throughout the short drive, doing his utmost to put Angel's mind at rest, and to calm her obvious nerves.

'There's nothing to worry about Angel,' Phil said as he parked the car outside the anonymous looking unit. 'I can see you're nervous and that's perfectly normal, believe me. I've been in this business for twenty years and I've seen just about everything.' He laughed and shook his head ruefully. 'I've had girls faint, spew up, and even run out of the studio in their bras before now, so don't you worry about a thing, you're in safe hands.' Phil took Angel's bag out of the back of the car and led her into the studio.

The place may have been a little dingy and threadbare on the outside, but the interior was warm, light and airy. The decor was clean and tasteful, and this did a lot towards calming Angel's nerves. There were racks of clothes, uniforms and lingerie, props for the models to wear for whatever particular theme Phil required them for. In addition to the obligatory maid's uniforms, school uniforms, and other sluttish outfits hanging in rows, there were shoes and boots of every conceivable description size and colour standing with silent gaiety under the rails of clothing, while examples of Phil's work adorned the walls. Pictures of semi and fully nude girls pouted and posed with bare breasts and more smiled down from every angle. Angel even recognised some of the models on display, wondering if her own pictures would soon be added to the hundreds already adorning the walls. The thought of her naked body up there on those same walls sent a frisson of excitement through her slender frame, and Angel was surprised to feel her internal muscles clenching with anticipation. Her pussy was beginning to juice and Angel realised that she was becoming sexually aroused, her self imposed sex ban the previous night and her impending exhibitionism had sparked a fire of lust in her loins.

'So, would you like a drink before we start?' Phil looked at Angel expectantly. I've got the usual, tea, coffee... or perhaps something stronger?'

'Oh, sure,' Angel replied. 'Erm... can I have a vodka please?' Angel's voice shook a little and betrayed her nervousness to the smiling Phil.

'Not a problem, vodka coming right up.' Phil left the room and returned a moment later with a glass half filled with the clear liquid. Angel took a sip and felt the alcohol burn down her throat. She felt calmer almost instantly and for the next few minutes she and Phil exchanged small talk. Phil turned out to be a true professional, and was indeed taking his time to ensure his pretty, young model was completely at ease.

Angel was beginning to relax, the vodka and the warmth of the building working their magic on the fledgling model. That was until a knock at the door made her jump.

'This is Jonny, my assistant,' Phil introduced a young, fair haired, twenty something man who stood nervously in the door frame. 'Is it ok for Jonny to be here?' Phil looked at Angel, gauging her response uncertainly.

'Well...' Angel paused briefly. 'I suppose it's ok, he's your assistant you say?' 'Absolutely,' Phil reassured a slightly nervy Angel. He's a pretty good photographer himself too. He does a bit of modelling from time to time, but wants to get on the other side of the camera, sort of insurance for when his looks fade.'

Phil smiled wryly and Jonny grinned with embarrassment. 'Come off it,' Jonny responded, but Angel could tell that the young man was quietly pleased by Phil's words.