She Wanted Discreet Sex

Cheryl wanted Gary to lick her asshole then fuck it.

I knocked on Cheryl's door, my heart pounding with anticipation. She had invited me over for a "special night," and the way she had winked at me when she said it left little to the imagination. The door swung open, and there she was, a vision in a black lace negligee that barely contained her ample curves. "Gary," she purred, her eyes raking over me, "come in."

I stepped inside, and she led me to her living room, where the lights were dimmed, and soft jazz played in the background. She turned to me, her hands on her hips, and said, "I've been thinking about you all day. About what I want you to do to me." Her voice was husky, and I felt my cock twitch in response.

"Oh, yeah?" I managed to say, trying to keep my cool. "And what's that?"

She smirked, and then her expression turned serious. "I want you to lick my asshole, Gary. I want you to make me feel good with that talented tongue of yours."

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "Fuck, Cheryl, you know I'll do whatever you want."

She turned around, bending over slightly to give me a clear view of her round, firm ass. She reached back and pulled aside the lace, revealing her tight, puckered hole. "Then get on your knees and get to work," she commanded.

I dropped to my knees behind her, my cock straining against my pants. I leaned in, my breath hot on her skin, and I heard her gasp as I flicked my tongue out, tracing slow, wet circles around her asshole. She moaned, pushing back against my face, and I loved the feeling of her soft, warm flesh against my lips.

"Fuck, Gary, that feels so good," she moaned, her voice breathless. "Stick your tongue in me, baby. Tongue-fuck my asshole."

I obliged, my tongue probing her tight entrance, fucking her slowly and deeply. She cried out, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she rode my face, her ass grinding against my mouth. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Oh, fuck, Gary, I'm gonna cum," she screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her juices dripping down her thighs. I lapped it up, loving the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine.

She turned to face me, her eyes wild, her chest heaving. "Now, Gary, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your big, hard cock inside me."

I stood up, quickly shedding my clothes, my cock standing at attention. Cheryl turned around, bending over the couch, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her arousal. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her tight hole.

"Fuck me, Gary," she begged, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Fuck my ass, baby. Make me feel good."

I pushed forward, my cock sliding into her tight, hot ass. She cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions as I began to move, my hips thrusting against her, my cock fucking her deep and hard.

"Oh, fuck, Gary, yes!" she screamed, her body moving in time with mine. "Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck me harder!"

I obliged, my hips slamming against her, my cock fucking her deep and fast. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she neared her climax.

"Cum in me, Gary," she begged, her voice breathless. "Cum in my ass, baby. I want to feel you cum inside me."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing and spurting deep inside her. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came with me, her ass milking my cock, drawing out every last drop of my cum.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies tangled together, our breath coming in ragged gasps. Cheryl turned to me, a wicked grin on her face. "Well, Gary," she said, "that was quite the evening. I think we should do this again sometime."

I laughed, my hand trailing down her body, my fingers finding her wet, swollen pussy. "Oh, we definitely will," I said, my fingers sliding inside her, making her moan. "And next time, I'm going to make you cum so hard you see stars."

She gasped, her body arching against mine as I fingered her, her hips grinding against my hand. "Promises, promises," she moaned, her voice breathless. "But I have a feeling you're a man of your word, Gary. And I can't wait to find out."

And with that, we lost ourselves in each other once again, our bodies entwined, our passion burning bright. It was a night neither of us would ever forget, a night of pleasure and passion that would stay with us forever. And as for the witty ending? Well, let's just say that Cheryl's neighbors got an earful that night, and they knew exactly what we were up to. But hey, who needs subtlety when you can have a good, old-fashioned fuck fest?