Hardcore Heat Behind Sarah’s Back

Caught half-naked in lace and heels, I let Sarah’s tall boyfriend bury his face in my chunky ass before taking every inch.

Tags: trans, cheating, romance, hardcore, spanking, anal, creampie, face-sitting, forbidden, passionate

I had barely kicked the front door shut behind me after running that quick errand for milk and eggs when I headed straight to my bedroom, already peeling off my hoodie and jeans. The apartment was quiet—Sarah was out with friends for the afternoon, and I had the place to myself for a little while. My heart still raced from the chilly walk home, but the real heat started the second I stood in front of my full-length mirror and started changing into something more comfortable. Or at least that’s what I told myself it was for.

I tugged the skimpy black crop top over my head, the soft fabric stretching tight across my chest and stopping just below the swell of my pert, girlish breasts, leaving a wide strip of smooth tan-white skin bare down to my navel. The tiny pink lace thong hugged my hips like a second skin, the delicate material framing the thick, rounded curves of my ass and the soft swell where my thighs met. I clipped the sheer black thigh-high stockings to the matching garter belt, the straps biting gently into my plush hips, then slipped my feet into the strappy black stiletto heels, buckling the ankle straps with a quiet click. My dark, waist-length straight hair cascaded down my back like a silky waterfall, brushing the tops of my ass cheeks. Gold hoops swayed from my ears, the delicate heart pendant rested cool between my collarbones, and my stack of thin silver bracelets gave a soft jingle every time I moved. I looked ready for anything but errands.

The door swung open without a knock.

Jake stood there, frozen for half a second, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He was tall—easily six-two—with that powerful, athletic build that made his fitted black T-shirt cling to the hard planes of his chest and the thick cords of muscle along his arms. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, doing nothing to hide the obvious, heavy bulge already straining the front. His face was the kind that turned heads: sharp jawline dusted with light stubble, piercing green eyes, and short, tousled brown hair that looked like he’d been running his fingers through it all day. A silver chain necklace glinted against his collarbone.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound loud in the sudden silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over velvet. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t want you.”

I didn’t move to cover up. My pulse hammered in my throat, but I stayed right there in the middle of the room, letting him drink me in—my soft, feminine curves on full display, the way my breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, the thick, chunky swell of my ass barely contained by the lace. I knew what I looked like. I’d caught enough lingering stares since I started living full time as a girl a couple months ago to understand the effect.

“You know I’m trans,” I said softly, my bee-stung lips barely moving.

He nodded once, green eyes never leaving mine. “Sarah told me. Doesn’t change how hard you make me.”

The confession hung between us, heavy and honest and filthy all at once. Heat flooded my cheeks, but it wasn’t shame—it was the rush of being wanted exactly like this, secret and raw. I stepped closer, the stilettos making my hips sway, the bracelets jingling. “This stays between us. I’m not looking to wreck your relationship.”

“Understood,” he breathed, already reaching for me.

We crashed together like we’d been holding back for months. His big hands roamed greedily over my body—gripping my hips, kneading the soft, plush flesh of my ass through the thin lace, pulling me flush against his hard chest. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deep and hungry, tongues sliding hot and wet, teeth nipping at my lower lip. He tasted like mint and something darker, something that made my stomach tighten with need. His palms kept squeezing my ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, then delivering sharp, stinging spanks that echoed in the quiet room and sent jolts of heat straight to my core. Each smack made my thick cheeks jiggle, the skin blooming warm and pink under his palm.

I whimpered, arching into him, my nipples tightening into stiff little peaks against the crop top. He shoved the fabric up roughly, baring my breasts completely, and latched onto one with his mouth. His lips sealed tight around the sensitive bud, sucking hard, tongue swirling in firm, relentless circles while his teeth grazed just enough to make me gasp. Sparks of pleasure shot down my spine. His other hand kept kneading my ass, spanking me again and again, the sharp cracks mixing with my soft, needy moans. I could feel his cock throbbing against my belly through his sweatpants—thick, hot, and insistent.

“Jake…” I gasped, fingers threading into his tousled hair, pulling him harder against my chest. “God, yes—don’t stop.”

He groaned around my nipple, the vibration making my knees weak, then switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, leaving the first one shiny and swollen. My thick ass kept getting spanked, each stinging slap making me grind against his thigh like I couldn’t help it. The cheating thrill burned low in my belly—Sarah’s boyfriend, in my room, hands all over me while she was out living her normal life. It should have made me feel guilty. Instead it made me hotter, made my hole clench with anticipation.

I pushed him back toward the bed, my small hands splayed across his hard chest. He let me, eyes dark with lust, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he dropped down, sitting on the edge first, then lying back when I gave him another shove. His chest rose and fell fast, the silver chain catching the lamplight. I climbed onto the bed, stilettos still strapped to my feet, stockings whispering against the sheets. Swinging one leg over, I lowered myself slowly until my thick, chunky ass smothered his face completely. The lace thong was already pulled aside, the cool air kissing my smooth, hairless skin and the tight little pucker of my hole. My heavy, rounded cheeks spread around his mouth and nose, soft and warm and plush, trapping him right where I wanted him.

He groaned loud and deep into me, the sound vibrating straight through my core. His tongue licked out eagerly, hot and wet, dragging from the base of my tight sac all the way up to my hole in one long, filthy stroke. I shivered, rolling my hips in slow, filthy circles, grinding down so my plump ass cheeks smothered him even more. The stubble on his jaw scraped deliciously against my inner thighs and the sensitive skin around my hole. He probed deeper, tongue pushing inside me, fucking into the tight ring of muscle with hungry, insistent thrusts. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth slurping and licking like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

“Fuck, Jake… just like that,” I moaned, voice breathy and high. My long dark hair spilled over one shoulder as I braced my hands on his hips, bracelets clinking. My pert breasts bounced lightly with every roll of my hips, nipples still shiny from his mouth. The sheer stockings stretched tight over my shapely thighs, the garter straps pulling taut every time I rocked forward. I could feel my small cock—barely three and a half inches even when hard—twitching against his chin, the soft pubic bush brushing his skin, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his hands gripped my thighs harder, spanking the undersides of my ass cheeks with loud, stinging smacks that made my whole body jolt.

Each spank sent fresh heat blooming across my skin. My thick ass rippled under his palms, the fleshy globes jiggling and bouncing as I rode his face harder. His tongue worked deeper, curling inside me, licking at my inner walls while his nose pressed firmly against my taint. Saliva dripped down my crack, slick and messy, making everything even wetter. I was panting now, doe eyes half-lidded, lips parted on soft, desperate whimpers. My knees dug into the mattress on either side of his head for leverage, ankles flexing as I ground down in slow, filthy figure-eights.

He spanked me again—harder this time—both hands cracking across my plump cheeks at once. The sting bloomed into pure pleasure, making my hole clench around his tongue. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me, the words muffled but clear enough to make me shiver. His voice was rough, wrecked. “So soft and tight… been thinking about this ass for weeks.”

I moaned louder, rolling my hips faster, smothering him completely with my heavy, rounded rear. The chunky flesh of my ass cheeks spread wide around his face, swallowing him up in warm, jiggling softness. My bracelets jingled wildly with every movement. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, my small cock leaking a thin string of precum onto his neck, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his tongue fucked into me, wet and relentless, the way his hands kept spanking and kneading my ass like he owned it.

Minutes blurred together in a haze of heat and slick sounds. I rode his face like that for what felt like forever—slow circles turning into greedy grinds, then back again—lost in the filthy rhythm of his mouth devouring me. My thighs trembled around his ears, stockings stretched tight, the garter belt digging into my soft hips. Sweat glistened on my tan-white skin, making the heart pendant stick lightly to my collarbone. Every spank made me cry out, every deep thrust of his tongue made my hole flutter and squeeze.

After a few minutes of this intense, smothering pleasure, I lifted myself just enough to glance down at him—his face flushed, lips shiny and swollen, green eyes burning up at me with pure hunger. I was already shifting my weight, sliding forward so we could devour each other at the same time. My thick, rounded rear lifted slowly off his face, leaving a glistening trail of his saliva across my smooth skin and the tight, fluttering ring of my hole. The cool air of the room kissed the wet mess he’d made between my cheeks, sending a fresh shiver racing up my spine.

I reached for his belt, nimble fingers unbuckling it in a hurry, then fished out his throbbing member from his pants. My full, plush lips parting eagerly as I hovered over the thick, veined length of his seven-inches. It stood rigid and throbbing, the flushed head already slick with a bead of precum that I licked away with a slow, deliberate swipe of my tongue. The salty tang of him flooded my mouth, making my own small, delicate cock twitch against the soft bush of dark hair at my base. Jake’s hands immediately gripped the top of my thighs, pulling me back down so my heavy, chunky ass settled over his face once more, the strap of my lace thong pushed aside. His tongue dove right back in without hesitation, lapping greedily at my slick hole while his stubble scraped deliciously against my inner thighs.

I wrapped my soft, bee-stung lips around the wide crown of his cock, stretching them wide as I sank down inch by inch. The sheer girth filled my mouth completely, the hot, pulsing shaft sliding over my tongue until the head nudged the back of my throat. I relaxed my jaw and the tight muscles there, letting him slip deeper until my nose pressed flush against his trimmed base and my chin brushed his heavy balls. A low, muffled groan vibrated up from his chest and straight into my rear as I began to bob my head, sucking him with wet, rhythmic pulls that made obscene, sloppy sounds echo through the bedroom. Saliva spilled freely from the corners of my mouth, dripping in thick strands down his shaft and over his sac, coating everything in a shiny, messy sheen.

Jake’s hips bucked upward instinctively, driving his cock even farther into my throat with each eager thrust. I took it all, my eyes watering slightly from the depth but my body humming with the raw, filthy pleasure of being used like this. His tongue never stopped its assault on my hole—probing deep, curling against my inner walls, then pulling back to lick broad, hungry stripes from my tight little sac all the way up to my pucker. When his lips closed around my diminutive three-and-a-half-inch cock, sucking it gently into the warm heat of his mouth like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, I whimpered around his thick length. “Mmmph—Jake… yes,” I moaned, the words garbled and vibrating along his shaft. He pulled off just long enough to growl against my thigh, “Such a cute little cock on such a sexy fucking girl… so pretty and tiny, makes me even harder knowing it’s all mine right now.” The praise sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, my small length pulsing between his lips as he sucked it back in, tongue swirling around the sensitive head while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips.

We rocked together like that for long, shuddering minutes, the mutual pleasure building into something frantic and overwhelming. My voluptuous rear ground down harder onto his face, smothering him in warm, jiggling softness while his tongue returned to my hole and fucked into me in time with the way his cock fucked my throat. Saliva ran in rivulets down his balls and onto the sheets beneath us. My bracelets jingled wildly with every bob of my head, my gold hoops swaying against my flushed cheeks. My delicate, girlish chest heaved against his lower belly, my small, perky mounds brushing his skin with every breath. The sheer black stockings clung to my shapely thighs like a second skin, the garter straps pulling taut as I trembled from the dual sensations—his mouth devouring every inch of my most private places while I swallowed him down to the root again and again.

Finally I pulled off his cock with a wet, gasping pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening shaft. “I need you inside me,” I panted, voice hoarse and needy, my large brown doe eyes locking onto his as I turned around and slithered down his body. I straddled his hips facing him, my curvy frame hovering above his throbbing length. Reaching back with one hand, I guided the slick head to my slick, eager hole and sank down slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch me open. The burn was exquisite, a deep, satisfying fullness that made my plush rear spread wide around his base as I took him to the hilt. My stiletto heels dug firmly into the mattress on either side of his hips for leverage, the ankle straps biting into my smooth skin as I began to move—rising up until just the tip remained inside me, then slamming back down with a wet slap that sent my heavy, rounded ass cheeks rippling and bouncing.

Jake’s hands were everywhere at once, groping the soft swells of my feminine chest, thumbs circling my stiff nipples before pinching them lightly. He kneaded my hips, fingers sinking into the plush give of my waist, then slid back to spank my jiggling rear with sharp, resounding cracks that made my tan-white skin bloom pink. “Fuck, you’re so tight… so perfect,” he groaned, green eyes dark with lust as they stayed locked on mine. I rode him hard and fast, my long dark hair cascading over one shoulder, bracelets clinking in rhythm with every bounce. My lush thighs flexed beneath the sheer stockings, the garter belt framing my thick ass as it rose and fell, the chunky flesh slapping loudly against his pelvis. Each downward slam drove him impossibly deep, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside me that made sparks explode behind my eyes. “Jake—oh god, you fill me so completely,” I whimpered, my pouty lips parted on breathy moans, doe eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

“Turn around,” he growled suddenly, voice rough and commanding, his palms still gripping my ass. “I want to watch that beautiful ass bounce on me.” I didn’t hesitate. Lifting just enough to spin on his cock—my hole clenching around him the whole time—I rotated until I faced away, leaning forward with both hands braced on his strong thighs. The new angle let me slam down even harder, my voluptuous rear presented fully to him now, the chunky globes spreading and jiggling wildly with every forceful drop. His hands returned instantly, spanking me relentlessly—sharp, stinging smacks that echoed through the room and left my skin tingling hot. The wet sounds of my ass meeting his hips mixed with the slick slide of his cock plunging in and out of my stretched hole. His hips bucked up to meet me, driving deeper, harder, the pure hardcore rhythm making me cry out with every thrust. “Yes—harder, Jake, just like that,” I gasped, my silky tresses spilling down my back, heart pendant bouncing between my collarbones as I rode him with abandon. Sweat glistened on my smooth, hairless body, making the delicate silver bracelets slide along my wrist and the gold hoops sway from my lobes.

He couldn’t stay like that for long. With a low, possessive growl, Jake grabbed my hips and flipped us in one smooth motion, rolling me onto my back beneath him. My stockinged legs were hooked high over his broad shoulders, the strappy black stilettos pointing straight toward the ceiling, my ankles framing his ears. The position folded me almost in half, my thick ass tilted upward and my tight hole completely exposed and ready for him. He drove back into me with long, powerful strokes—deep and passionate, the full length of his cock sliding in and out in a steady, devastating rhythm that had the bed creaking wildly beneath us. His piercing green eyes never left mine, the intensity there making my stomach flutter even as pleasure coiled tighter in my core. Between thrusts he leaned down to kiss me, slow and hungry, his stubbled jaw scraping my soft cheek as his tongue tangled with mine.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my lips, voice low and reverent. “Been dreaming about this tight, perfect hole for so long… the way you take me, the way you moan for me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, nails digging into the hard muscles of his back as I pulled him closer, my lush thighs trembling against his shoulders. “Don’t stop—please, Jake, I need all of you,” I moaned, my full lips brushing his with every word. The angle let him grind against that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure crashing through my body. My small, delicate cock lay twitching against my soft belly, leaking steadily onto my skin, but all I could focus on was the deep, relentless stretch of him filling me completely. The sheer stockings whispered against his shoulders, the garter straps pulling tight across my curvy hips as he pounded into me.

His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, the bedframe groaning in protest. Sweat slicked his chest, the silver chain necklace dangling between us and brushing my perky mounds with every thrust. “I’m so close,” he panted, groaning my name in that rough, broken way that sent fresh heat flooding through me. He buried himself to the hilt one final time, his powerful body shuddering as hot, thick ropes of cum flooded deep inside my hole. Pulse after pulse of warmth filled me, the sheer volume making my belly feel full and heavy as he kept thrusting through his orgasm, milking every last drop into me with wet, squelching sounds. I clenched hard around him, trembling uncontrollably, my own small cock spurting weakly across my stomach in waves of shared ecstasy. The overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely left me gasping, my long dark hair splayed across the pillow like spilled ink, my voluptuous body arching beneath him.

We collapsed together in a tangled, sweaty heap, his forehead pressed to mine as we both fought to catch our breath. His cock was still buried inside me, twitching with aftershocks, the warmth of his release slowly leaking around his shaft. He kissed me softly then—almost tenderly—his lips lingering on mine in a way that mixed the raw cheating thrill with something deeper, something romantic in the quiet afterglow. “That was… fuck,” he panted, green eyes soft now as they searched mine. “I need this again.”

I smiled, my fingers tracing the stubbled line of his sharp jaw, the delicate heart pendant cool against my damp skin. “I’m not against the idea,” I murmured, voice still husky. “But you can’t let this mess up what you have with Sarah. I’m not looking for a relationship—just this heat, whenever it’s safe.”

He nodded, still nestled deep inside me, his cock giving another lazy twitch at the promise. “Deal.”

We lay tangled in my bed for a long while after that, the heavy scent of sex thick in the air around us—sweat and cum and the faint floral trace of my lotion clinging to the sheets. His big hand idly stroked along the curve of my hip, thumb brushing the strap of my garter belt, while my head rested on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart slowing. We whispered about the next stolen night—maybe when Sarah had another late class, or a weekend when she visited her family—already plotting the details with lazy smiles and soft, secret kisses. The thrill of it all hummed between us, warm and wicked and ours alone, as the afternoon light slowly shifted across the room.