The Make Up

Authors Notes: This is my first submission of any kind, submitted anywhere. I apologize for any grammar or spelling that may have been missed. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. While the names have been changed, and some artistic liberties taken for forgotten pieces, the below story is true.

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It started out like every other weekend that my girlfriend didn't have her kids. We had plans to spend the entire weekend together, starting at my house on Friday night.

"I'm running a little late, but I'm on my way. I should be to you in about 15 minutes. What's the plan for tonight?" Joleen asked.

"I just ordered us a pizza and figured we could hang out, watch movies, eat pizza and have some cocktails. You said none of your friends were doing anything, right?" I replied.

"No, the only person I know going out is Bruce, he's going to Chili's for drinks"

"Well you know I'd rather do nothing than hang out with Bruce. I'll deal with him in large groups when I can talk to other people, but I'm not dealing with him with just the two of us." I replied.

"OK, you know I don't care. I'll see you in a little while" she said before we ended the phone call.

Why she insists on continually mentioning him, I'll never know. She knows just the sound of his name raises my blood pressure, sometimes I think that's why she does it. Bruce had never done anything to me, nor had I seen him doing anything to anyone else, but I just had a gut feeling about him. Every guy has run into a few men like him. You can give anyone a specific reason why you don't like him, but you know without a doubt in your gut, that you'll never like him.

By the time she arrived, the pizza had been delivered and I had drinks made and waiting.

"Hi handsome" Joleen said as she walked in my garage door. It took a lot of arm twisting but I finally broke and gave her the spare opener to my garage door.

"Hey beautiful" I said as I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss hello as I lightly tugged the back of her hair to tilt her head.

Let me take a minute to describe Joleen to you. She was 38, but looked 28, 5'5", with a great figure. She had a modest B cup, but had an ass that would make most men drool. Like most women, she thought she could lose some weight, but most men would say she was perfect.

Had the night continued like it started, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this story. We had a good two to three hours of relaxing, eating, drinking and watching TV. To this day I can't even tell you what started it, or what it was about, but we got into a huge argument. We had arguments before, especially when alcohol is involved, and they are almost always small, stupid, and quickly ended. This time, not so much. We both got stubborn and the argument built to the point that she left my house and told me she was going home. This was a first for us, she had never before left my house before our weekend together was over. I was steamed but there was nothing I could do about it, so I cracked another beer and got ready to finish the night by myself.

It was maybe 45 minutes to an hour later that I got a call from Joleen.

"Where are you?" I asked without even saying hello.

"I couldn't go home and sit there by myself, so I met Trudy and", I knew before the words were even out of her mouth, "Bruce." She always knew what buttons to push to get me fired up and in the back of my head I knew it. You know what? It didn't matter, my level of anger rose even higher than it already was anyway.

I think she took my silence as thinking it was safe to continue, if she knew what was really going through my head, she may have hung the phone up and never called me again.

"You know I don't like being in the house alone when the kids are away. I just needed time to calm down and this was the closest place I could think to stop."

Hearing this calmed me down a little, but Bruce? FUCKING BRUCE?!? The fact that Trudy was there, who Joleen knew from work, was the only reason I wasn't completely flying off the handle.

"And?" I asked, still not completely trusting myself to say anything more.

"And ... I shouldn't have left." she said then waited.

Deep, cleansing breaths, deep cleansing breaths....

"We argue because we're both stubborn, we both have to remember that." I said.

"I know" she meekly replied and waited.

This is typical of how our arguments end. One of us breaks and says we pushed it too far, and believe me we each took turns doing that, and then it's over. Just like that.

"So are you still going home or are you coming back here?" I asked.

She hesitated and replied "I want to come back"

"Well took you long enough to make up your mind" I teased "Are you OK to drive?" she was known to occasionally not handle her alcohol all too well.

"I'm fine, I'll see you in about 10 minutes" she said.

While I was still extremely burned up that she found her way to Bruce tonight, at the end of the day I was just glad the fight was over and she was on her way back to my house. I didn't know what was in store for the rest of the night once she got here, but at least she'd be here to deal with it. It was 10 minutes later when I heard the garage door but in reality it felt like an hour. I couldn't help but stand and wait for her to let herself in. When the door knob turned and I saw the first part of her walking through the door, the tension in my shoulders releases for the first time since she left.

When she was fully in with the door closed, she turned and gave me this look she had. This was normally a look that made me feel like taking care of her and cuddling. Tonight it sparked something else in me. Suddenly, I closed the distance on her and while I had never hit her, you could tell she was a little nervous. I looked in her eyes the entire time and stopped just before I got to her. I took my right hand and stoked the back of it across her left cheek, under her left ear and along the back of her neck. When I got to her hair instead of just lightly pulling it like I normally do, I grabbed a good hold and pulled her head back, probably a little more sharply than even I intended.

You could see the surprise in her eyes as her head tilted back and I leaned in to kiss her. I didn't let go of her hair, quite the opposite in fact. I used her hair to control her head and tilt it how and where I wanted it. The passion of the kiss is something I will never forget. While we sat at the door kissing, our hands started roaming over each other, and neither one of us was being gentle.

My left hand roughly slapped her ass and quickly grabbed a handful of it. She pulled my ass to her so that she could feel me getting hard and pressing into her stomach. My hand moved from her ass, up her side, cupping her left tit, squeezing and sliding my fingers to her nipple and roughly pinching it. When her mouth came off mine to gasp, I pulled her head back exposing her neck to me.

While I started going in for a kiss, I wound up using my teeth on her neck. Scraping them on her sensitive spots and lightly and not so lightly biting down on spots. After I took the bottom of her ear into my mouth, I put my lips next to her ear and said "I'm going to fuck you. Bedroom ... Now!" I started her in the direction of the bedroom by the back of her hair and sped her up with a hard slap to her ass.

On the way to the bedroom not only could I not take my eyes off her ass, but all the anger from the talk about Bruce started to bubble to the surface.

She stopped just before she got to the bed and unbuttoned her pants, bent over and started sliding them down her legs. She knows I love this and I have trouble resisting her when she offers herself to me like this. Just when she got them halfway off I walked up behind her and pushed her towards the bed. Her legs got tangled in her pants and she fell, face down, to the bed.

I put my weight on her and grind my cock into her ass as I grab her hair and twist her ear to my lips. "Tell me what you want" I ask her as I slap her ass again.

She doesn't say anything, so I slap her ass again and raise my voice a little "Tell me ... What you want!"

I was just about to really hit her ass hard and raise my voice when her voice cracked "I want .... " she hesitated, "I want you to fuck my ass." The last part barely above a whisper.

Now we had had anal sex before but something about tonight made the whole experience .. different .. dirtier. She had never asked for it like this and had never been so submissive in doing so.

"Tell me again" I said slapping her ass.

She turned her head enough so I could see her eyes which went from a look of submissiveness to a look of fierce determination. "I want you to fuck my ass!"

I got up off her and pulled her pants the rest of the way off. I trailed my hands up the backs of both her legs and when I reached her ass I gave it a good slap and said "Is this what you want me to fuck?"

Rather than answer, she just moans.

I slap her other panty covered cheek and ask again "Is this what you want me to fuck?"

She moans out "yyyeeessss"

As I take her panties off I alternate slapping each cheek of her ass, drawing the process out a little. You can see Joleen's patience leaving her as she awkwardly starts trying to get her top off. As soon as I have her panties off, I have her crawl up further on the bed and pull the shirt right off her back. I quickly stripped off my clothes and mounted her.

My cock head pressed right up to her pussy and she was soaking wet. My cock slid right in, and with just a little push, I was buried fully in her. I took a few long slow stokes using her pussy to get my cock nice and wet.

When my cock was wet enough with her juices, I pulled it out and Joleeen moaned in disappointment. I quickly took the head of my cock and lined it up with her ass. As soon as the head of my cock touched her ass, she moaned and pushed her ass back towards me.

I slapped her ass, letting her know to calm down. I slowly slid the head of my cock into her ass waiting for that feeling. It only took a second to feel her ass close around the head of my cock squeezing it and letting me know she had fully accepted the size of my cock. I savored that feeling for a few seconds before forcing the rest of my cock balls deep into her ass. There is nothing like the feeling of feeling your balls pressing up on a woman, who's ass you just buried your cock in. I was expecting her to cry out but the only thing that came out was a loud, low moan.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!"

"Is this what you wanted? My cock buried up your ass?"

"YYYYEEEESSSS!!!"

"That's all you want?"

"Huh?"

"NNNNooooooo, fuck me.... FUCK MY ASS!"

I slapped her ass hard before grabbing that spot just above her hips with both hands. I held on and, without any regard for her, I fucked her ass as hard as Icould. I'm really surprised the neighbors didn't come knocking to ask if everything was alright. Between my hips slapping into her ass, her moans, and my grunts, the sounds in the room only added to the intensity.

Even with as hard as I was fucking her ass, she was still trying to grab my cock with her ass. It felt like she was trying to rip my cock off with her ass. I knew with as hard as I was fucking, and as hard and she was squeezing, it wouldn't be long before I was going to cum. A few minutes later I felt the tingle start deep in my balls letting me know I was, if fact close.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

Breathing heavily she answered "in" a few deep breaths "in... my .... ass ... "

"I can't hear you, Where?"

With what seemed like a lot of effort she moaned "In .. My .. ASS!"

With the last word out of her mouth she must have felt my cock start to swell, because she started squeezing my cock harder than I thought possible. I pulled her hips back as hard as I could and, even though I was buried as far as I would go in her ass, I tried to push it further in. The tingle that had started in my balls, erupted up the rest of my cock and fired cum deep in her ass. I stayed as deep as I could for as long as I could. After what felt like a few minutes we had both mostly caught our breath, and I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck sending shivers through her overly sensitive body. It wasn't long after that we cuddled up together and fell asleep for the night.

Now later on in the relationship I had some questions about this night that I never got the answer to. Was Trudy really out with Bruce? Did anything else happen that I didn't know about? There came a point that I stopped thinking about that, and just enjoyed what turned into one of the hottest nights of my life.