Page 22 of Dirty Shots

From the back pocket of his pants, he pulled out the silver vessel. With it, he also removed a small cylinder of lubricant. He held out his palm to her, showing her the two objects. “You’re going to want me to use the lube,” he said. “Trust me.”

“I do.” Her voice came out hoarse, ragged in her throat. Every muscle in her body was taut with anticipation. She was frightened of the pain. She was frightened of letting Eric down.

“Go down on all fours,” he told her.

She did as he told her. She was still wearing her shoes, the heel a three inch stiletto, slender straps around her ankles holding the shoes to her feet. If she sat back, the points of the stilettos would dig into the fleshy part of her bottom. She suspected Eric would like that.

Eric’s hands kept up movement across her body, a steady relaxing flow, smoothing from her shoulders, down her back, and to her bottom. She arched against him like a cat, part of her having to resist the urge to purr in pleasure. They hadn’t even gotten started yet.

One of his hands left her, and she heard the crack of a lid opening. “It’s going to be cold,” he warned her. Not trusting herself to speak, Anya simply nodded again.

His finger ran down the crack of her ass, pausing to apply pressure to her anus. She stiffened, and the cold gel dribbled onto the sensitive spot. She gave a little gasp, tensing further, but as her skin began to warm the gel, and Eric renewed his attention on her body, her shoulders dropped. A slow breath exhaled from deep in her lungs.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “This will be easy as long as you don’t tense up.”

That’s like telling someone not to look down.

She’d had his finger before, but she thought it might have only been his pinky. Now he used his index finger to massage the lubricant into her ass. Just the touch on the outside was enough to send her heady with arousal, and she closed her eyes to focus. Her pussy quivered, wishing it had something to clench against.

Could I come like this? From anal penetration alone?

He slipped his finger inside her ass, and Anya gasped. She felt him stretch her, a strange combination of pleasure and pain. Her fingers clutched at the paper beneath her, pulling it up into little rifts, like a crinkly bed sheet.

His voice came from over her shoulder as he kneeled behind her. “Is this okay?”

“Oh, yes,” she managed.

He worked her, loosening the tight muscle until he was able to thrust his finger in and out of her ass with ease. “Think you can take another one?”

She was panting now, barley able to speak. But she nodded. An orgasm was so close, her pussy begging to be touched, her clit swollen and unsatisfied. She knew just a little pressure against the sensitive nub would send her over the edge.

Eric’s other hand had been placed against her lower back, but now it lifted and she felt more lubricant squirt onto her skin. She wished he would put it on his hand first to warm it up, but with one of his hands busy, his finger embedded in her ass, it would be a difficult maneuver to pull off.

He eased a second finger into her ass, the slight sting of pain as her back passage widened to allow him in making her hiss air in over her teeth. He paused. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” she managed. “Don’t stop.”

He worked slowly and gently, using the two digits to fuck her. As it got easier, she found herself pressing back on his hand, increasing their pace.

“Oh, fuck, Anya. You have no idea how much this is turning me on.”

She twisted her neck around to catch sight of his face. She was looking through hazy, lust-ridden eyes, and everything had taken on a dreamy quality, but there was no mistaking the dark, hooded expression of desire on Eric’s features.

But Anya couldn’t think about that now. She needed to come, and she couldn’t hold off any longer. Not caring what she looked like, she dropped her chest down so she was supported on one arm, her forearm flat against the floor. She reached beneath her body, between her thighs. Her fingers slid through the blonde curls and settled on her clit. A cry of relief escaped her lips. Her clitoris had never been so sensitized before, and she used two fingers to rub fast circles while Eric continued to finger-fuck her ass.

Her orgasm exploded over her, washing in powerful waves that began at her core and spread out to encompass her whole body. Her pussy and ass worked together, clenching tight against Eric’s fingers as she came.

When she finally stilled, Eric slipped his hand from her body.

She slumped to the floor, still on all fours and huddled in on herself. Unable to move, she just lay there, panting.

“Are you okay?” Eric asked her.

She managed a small laugh and turned her face to him. “That was intense.” She realized something, “but you didn’t get to take any photographs.”

“Not a problem.” He smiled conspiratorially, as if this had all been planned. It occurred to her that it probably had. “You’re ready for the plug now. Then I’ll get my pictures.”

“Just give me a minute, okay?”

“Of course.”

Getting to her feet, her legs trembling, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Using a flannel she found beside the tub, she wiped the moisture from her body. She splashed a little water on her face, hoping to tamp down the red flush that was high in her cheeks and across her chest. She wiped at the dark marks beneath her eyes where her mascara had smudged. She’d thought to grab her purse on the way into the bathroom, and so used a little of the powder she’d brought with her. Yes, she’d just had an amazing orgasm, but she was still aware she was about to be photographed.

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