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Adalene Ashland was not your average woman. She had bright blue hair and no one knew what her eye color was because she was constantly wearing color changing contacts. If it weren’t for those features, she would be pretty average—average height, average weight. Just a normal girl from Iowa. As an artist, she was able to keep her crazy hair and eye colors and do what she liked. She had very few restrictions on her appearance. Her favorite form of art was painting but she had recently decided to broaden her horizons. After she moved to New York City, she became interested in performance art. She had gone to a small theater and seen people talking about their lives in performance and it was fascinating. She wanted to share her story with the world. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the story of her life was not appropriate for all audiences. In fact, her life wasn’t suitable for most audiences.
While Adalene kept a regular job and looked like a relatively regular person for NYC, she had an obsession. Asses. Her own, in particular. She loved having her ass licked, fingered, fucked, whatever she could get.
Today, she had a date she had been looking forward to for days. His name was Blane Boehm and he was truly unique. Blane had red hair and hazel eyes. He was short and carried some extra weight. Adalene supposed that being short didn’t win him any favors with girls, but she really liked him. They had been out together once before and she had really enjoyed seeing him. He was smart and funny. He would be a good companion in and out of the bedroom, though at the moment, all Adalene could think of was the bedroom. She wanted to get Blane into her bedroom so bad she could taste it. But she had to sit through dinner with him first.
She put on a baby blue bra and matching thong and covered them with a little black cocktail dress. She put three inch heels on, knowing it would make her tower over Blane. She grabbed her purse and was ready to go. It was warm this time of year and she had no need of a coat, even though she knew the restaurant could sometimes be too chilly. She figured Blane would help her out if she got cold. Truth be told, she was so worked up about what might happen after dinner that she wasn’t worried about how warm she was.
She arrived at the upscale restaurant five minutes early. True to his nature, Blane was already there. He held the door open for her when she approached and then followed her in. When they were inside the restaurant, he turned and gave her an awkward peck on the cheek. She batted her eyelashes at him and hugged him, putting her face down into the crook of his neck. She lightly kissed him and felt him shudder. “Careful now,” he chided, “you’ll make me want to skip dinner.”
“I already want to skip dinner,” she whispered in his ear and she could almost see the wheels working in his head trying to decide if that was truly appropriate or not. He must have decided it was not appropriate because he stepped back, took her hand, and led her to the hostess station.
“Ready?” the perky hostess asked.
“Yes,” he said and they followed her to a table. Dinner was predictably enjoyable, even if she was so ready to be in bed with Blane. Adalene had picked at her food enjoying the conversation, but ready to be done with the meal. When the check was finally paid, she nearly jumped out of her seat. “Relax, babe,” he laughed and she blushed.
“Sorry, I’m just so ready to be home.”
“I understand,” he said. “Though, I was thinking maybe we wouldn’t go home.”
She raised one eyebrow at him and he pulled the key card to a hotel out of his pocket. “Where is that to?”
“The hotel around the corner.” Her eyes widened. That was an expensive hotel. He must have booked it for the night, too, since she knew it wouldn’t be available by the hour.
“I thought we were just going to go back to my place.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. They hadn’t talked about it at all, actually. She knew that he would walk her to her door because he was that type of gentleman. She thought that she would make sure he came inside and then she could have her way with him but he had thrown her off by getting this hotel room.
He grinned at her. “I didn’t know you were so eager, Miss Ashland.”
She blushed and smiled shyly. “I know. I am just so ready,” she whispered. His grin widened and he took her by the hand.
“Come on,” he said and they walked toward the hotel.
“I don’t have anything with me.”
“You don’t need anything,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He guided her right to the elevator and up they went. Her head was spinning. This change had really thrown her off her axis. He put the key card into the door at the end of the hallway and the two entered one of the most plush hotel rooms she had ever seen. She kept her shoes on, but she could tell from the way the carpet squished under her feet, it was incredibly soft. The bed was king sized and when she sat down on it, she sank into it.
“Oh,” she groaned. “This is so soft.”
“I know,” he said, even though he wasn’t sitting on the bed. “I checked in a few hours before dinner.” He opened a door into an adjoining room and revealed tile that meant it was a bathroom. “Come,” he said simply and she did. There were rose petals everywhere. He smiled at the wondrous expression on her face and then began filling the whirlpool tub.
“Wow,” she said, “this is truly impressive.”
“I know,” he said. “Isn’t this better than going home?” he winked. She nodded and he smiled and turned away. “Let’s get you undressed,” he said once the tub was filling. He kissed me lightly on the neck and she groaned as he slipped the straps from her shoulders.
“Oh, Blane,” she moaned as he kissed her bare shoulders. “Please,” she began to beg, but she wasn’t even sure what exactly she was begging for.
He slipped the straps down and the dress began to lower toward the floor. He was able to slip it down over her hips and she stepped out of it. She felt clumsy in doing so, but he didn’t seem to notice. Then he unhooked her bra and she could feel Blane’s body change as air was quickly expelled from his lungs at the sight. She didn’t know what was so special about her breasts, but apparently he liked them. “You are beautiful,” he said as he cupped her breasts in his hand, his thumbs tracing the darker brown of her nipples and making them pucker. She moaned in response, barely able to keep standing with the way he was manipulating her nipples.
He stopped and pulled back enough to give him room to undress. She watched, seemingly stunned as he did so. It was as though she was immobilized. She wanted to touch him, but she didn’t. She just stood there, watching him. He took his shirt off and unveiled his chest, hairy with a somewhat rounded stomach. She found it very attractive. She wanted to run her fingers through the hair he had revealed. When he moved forward to touch her again, she broke the spell that had her frozen and she touched him. His chest was just as soft as she imagined it. She ran her fingers through the light hair and leaned against him.
“Oh, Blane,” she moaned. Her hands trailed to his waist and began to undo his pants. He wasn’t stopping her and when she fumbled with the clasps and zippers, he helped. Soon they were both completely naked and standing in the bathroom that was rapidly steaming up. The hot water and their heavy breathing contributed to the atmosphere of the room.
“Oh, Adalene,” he crushed her against him and she went willingly. Even after having removed her shoes, she was just a bit taller than him. He lowered his head slightly and rested it on her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair and down his back. When they finally let go, they were both ready to get into the bath tub. He was rock solid and pressing against her pubic mound. She pulled back first and grasped him in one hand.
“Well, aren’t you excited?” she winked. She was regaining control of the situation now that they were naked. It may not the place she had envisioned it, but it was certainly something she had fantasized about.
“I am,” he said. He slipped one hand down toward her pussy and his finger slid along her slit easily. “As are you,” he grinned.
She grinned back. “I am,” she echoed.
“What is it you want?” he asked.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she breathed, almost afraid of his reaction. It was an awkward thing, telling a guy that you couldn’t get off without something in your ass. So she held her breath while she waited for his reply.
“Really?” he seemed surprised, but certainly not displeased.
“Really,” she confirmed. She blushed. “I just, really like it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said, smiling broadly.
“I certainly don’t think so,” she replied.
“Is that something we can do in the tub?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m sure it is,” she replied. “Let’s find out for sure, shall we?”
“Sure,” he said. “But first…” he let his voice trail off. He guided her over to the bathtub, which was now mostly full, and gestured for her to enter. She stepped into the warm water and groaned with appreciation. “Bend over,” he directed and she did, placing her hands on the far side of the tub. Her ass was open to him in that position and he climbed into the bathtub behind her. He knelt down on the floor and was eye level with her ass. “So, you want me to fuck your ass,” he said, but she could tell it was something he expected a reply to.
“Yes, I do,” she hissed eagerly. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement.
“I think I should make sure you are ready first,” he said with a glimmer of excitement.
“That would be nice,” she replied. She felt him spread her ass cheeks, his face level with her puckered hole. She knew that she was tight but not so tight that he couldn’t slip a finger into her. He slid a finger along her slit and collected enough of her juices to allow for easy passage into her ass. She groaned as she felt him stretch her.
“I think you like this,” he said with a chuckle.
“I do,” she replied, but anything else she may have said was cut short by the fact that he was fingering her ass more vigorously now. He pulled his finger out, pushed it in, added a second finger, and repeated the process. By the time she had collected any thoughts, he had pulled his fingers out of her and was spreading her cheeks wide again. “Please fuck me,” she begged.
“Not yet,” he said, but she could tell from the sound of his voice that it wouldn’t be long until he did fuck her.
“Soon?” she asked, still borderline on begging.
“Soon,” he confirmed. He slipped his tongue down the crack of her ass and flicked it across the puckered star. She groaned and he could feel her nearly collapse, but he held her up. “You certainly like that,” he said. Again, he made a statement but his tone suggested that he expected a response.
“Yes, I do,” she moaned, her face very close to the water, leaning over.
“Good,” he said and he did it again. This time, he pushed his tongue a little further into her ass hole and she shuddered again. He began to lick, hard and fast, against her puckered hole and she began to buck back against him. But without warning, he stopped. He gripped her hips, stood up, and shoved his hard cock into her ready ass hole.
“Oh god! Blane!” she screamed when he did and he froze, suddenly. She wasn’t sure why he had stopped except that she realized the sound she made could be easily misinterpreted as one of pain. She started to squirm and buck back against him and he got the picture. She pushed back, he pushed forward, and before either of them realized it, he was bucking harder against her, about to cum.
He grunted as the cum boiled up from his balls and into her ass. She moaned as she felt him pulse inside her. She bucked back against him a few times before he managed to grab hold of her hips and keep her from bucking. She continued to rock back and forth though. “Stop, stop, please,” he groaned and she did, but she wasn’t the slightest bit satisfied. She needed a lot more than that to satisfy her.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked him and he smiled. She had been fairly certain he had.
“How could I say that I didn’t, when that would so obviously be a lie?”
“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I guess you wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t,” he agreed. “But there are some things I would do…” he let his voice trail off and he slipped his cock from her ass and sat down into the water. He reached one hand between her legs, slickened his fingers with her juices, and began to slip his fingers up to rub her clit. The volume and intensity of her moans increased as his tongue sought out her ass again.
She bucked against him as his fingers rubbed her clit and his tongue probed her ass. “Oh god, oh please, Blane!” She was begging again but this time she knew what she was begging for. She wanted release. She wanted to cum. And thank goodness he was going to make that happen! She could feel her orgasm burning at her core, her pussy clenching. She wanted to feel him inside her again but she knew that was wishful thinking for the moment. She would have to wait.
After what felt like an eternity, she felt her orgasm bubble to the surface and explode within her. She was bucking and rocking and he was persistently rubbing her clit with his fingers and his face was still buried in her ass.
“Oh, Blane!” she screamed and shuddered and collapsed. He caught her and they sunk together into the nice warm water of the bathtub.