Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 03

"Oh dear," she confessed, "I'm afraid I'm a bit pissed, John ... and speaking of pissed, that's what I have to do this very moment ... before I wet myself and leak all over this floor." She gave him a little curtsy from where she stood and then turned and with unsteady steps, walked across to the bathroom.

She didn't bother to close the door behind her and, taking time to reach under her dress and hook her fingers into her panties to lower them down to catch and stretch at her knees, gave John sufficient time to appear in the open doorway of the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Brittany struggling to pull her dress up around her hips and then lower her arse to the toilet seat.

She didn't see him there at first. She was halfway through peeing when she spotted him there in the doorway, watching her. "Hey, what are you doing in here? Oh that's right, you're a pee perv, aren't you? I remember now, you told me last week, you get turned on by watching women peeing. So John, is this doing it for you?"

John peeled the towel away from around his body, "What do you think?" he asked her while showing off his rapidly growing erection, already halfway back to full strength after his earlier blow-job. He stepped forward until he was in front of her and dropped to his knees. She watched him curiously, still in mid pee, as he took a hold of her panties and pushed them down her legs, over her ankles and off her feet. He could feel that they were quite damp at the crotch and she saw him react to that.

"They're quite wet, John, but I didn't have an accident. They're wet from when I sucked you, I did get quite turned on by that."

He turned them inside out and drew the dampened crotch part up to his face, breathing in the aroma of her natural feminine juices. "That's what I wanted, I love the smell of you in heat."

Her pee had finished and she sat there on the toilet, watching him as he took several deep breaths from her panties. Then still seated, she turned to the toilet roll alongside her and tore off some paper, but he caught her hand with his as it descended between her thighs to wipe away any drips. "Let me," he said, "stand up."

She did very slowly and he brought his face right up to her crotch and licked along inside the parted outer labia, his tongue sweeping away any remaining drops of pee and replacing them with a new lining of moisture -- from his saliva - in her vulva. "Nobody's ever done that before," she told him. Then she had to place her hands on his head to steady herself as his tongue swept up and down in that so sensitive channel, arousing her.

"John, please ... can we get more comfortable. I'm already quite wobbly from all the wine. If you keep licking me there, I'm going to fall over."

Reluctantly, he drew back and rose to his feet in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips, folding his arms around her back to hold her steady. On his lips and tongue, she tasted the saltiness of the drops of her pee that he had wiped up, mingled with the tangy and musky taste of her sexual juices that were flowing now. It was an interesting combination.

When he steered her back into the bedroom, she saw that it was now after 8pm. She had been in this hotel room with him for nearly 3 hours and she still hadn't cum yet. Much of their talk over dinner had been of a sexual nature and she was now aroused, her body hot, in need of release. His hand dropped to her arse as they walked, his fingers quickly sliding into the cleavage formed by her arse cheeks.

"Are you ready for me there now?"

Brittany was still quite ignorant in the ways of anal sex. She had read a lot these last few days and asked many questions of her friends, all to help her make up her mind whether to allow John access to this dark place where even Jerry hadn't been. But with her newly found knowledge, she doubted if anal sex would guarantee her an orgasm ... and that's what her body craved most this very moment.

They reached the bed, "John, I will let you do it, I promise ... I told you that you could tonight. But right now, I need to cum so badly. Would you...?"

"Sure," he said and he reached behind her and lowered the zip on her sleek black dress. She let him peel it down over her body. Her panties had been cast aside in the bathroom, now she wore only the half-cup bra and the stay-up stockings. She unclasped the bra in front between the cups and let that fall from her arms. Now her breasts were bare and John dipped his head down to devour them.

She needed to be more comfortable, particularly with the alcohol spinning in her head. Somehow, they managed to partly fall, partly ease themselves down onto the bed. Brittany was on her back -- yet again -- and John's lips, tongue and teeth were working on her breasts and the nipples, arousing her even higher. Her juices were flowing and her need was great. She did wish it were Jerry making love to her, but had become accustomed enough to John by now that she knew that he would take her to the heights she now needed so urgently.

She felt his fingers on her bare belly, then they dipped down over her mons and swiped up and down in between her moistened labia lips. While his mouth and tongue devoured her nipples, John brought two fingers up and ran them around her emerging clitoral bud. "Oh!" she gasped, "oh, that's good!"

As good as his oral work at her nipples was, and as nice as his fingers felt on her clitoris, she wanted to have his mouth switch to down there on her clit -- and soon. She put her hands in his hair and part pushed and part dragged his head down over her bare stomach, down to where she was hot and wet and ready. She gasped when she felt his tongue electrically touch her clitoris. Her arse lifted off the bed, chasing more contact. "Now, do it now!" she screamed out to him, amazing herself at how desperate her need had become.

John wanted to prolong the teasing, the licking, the sucking of her genitals, but from her breathing and her pleas, he recognised how much in need this woman was. He brought her on quickly and within a minute or two of her back hitting the bed, she was bucking and rocking, her body experiencing a powerful, trembling orgasm that brought with it the satisfaction she craved.

She lay there, coming down from her excitement, her hands still clutching his head between her thighs, her legs locking him to her, wondering just why she had needed that so much, and particularly why with this man. Her nights with him had started out as a chore, an assignment that she had to complete, just to maintain the lifestyle and career choice that made Jerry and she so happy. Now she was desiring him carnally as intensely as she would with her own husband.

From there, her thoughts drifted to his most urgent need. She sensed that after making her promise, she could not delay him any longer. She knew that when her thighs relaxed their grip around his head and when her hands let go of his hair, then he would slide up the bed alongside or on top of her. But she also knew that his strong erection would not be destined for her wet vagina now. 'No,' she thought, 'this is it, that moment that I have considered for days, all week in fact, right back to 7 days ago when John told me what he wanted most from me.'

Her arse clenched involuntarily at her thoughts, 'What will it be like, can I go through with it, will it hurt, will he be caring and gentle, will I be able to walk when he's done with me?' She felt him move and she relaxed the muscles in her thighs.

John lifted his body up and he slid alongside her. She turned her head to face him. "Hey babe, that was something else," he told her, "you looked like you needed that."

She blushed, "I did, I'm not sure why so much. I feel quite vulnerable now, you saw me with such sexual need, I don't know that any woman wants a man to see her that way, particularly one that is not her regular guy. Don't ever tell Jerry how urgently I needed that ... promise me?"

"Yeah, sure," he told her, not really understanding why it mattered to her, but it did -- it was a woman thing. His hand moved on to her breasts and his fingers lightly traced across the smooth nude skin. She smiled and laughed.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"You can't wait any longer for it, can you?" she said to him and John knew that she was referring to his anal wish. "I can see you're being so polite, not wanting to rush me when I'm so nervous about this, but inside you're like a little boy that has been told he can have a bag full of every candy in the store. So little boy John, what happens next, how do we start this without it becoming awkward?"

His face had brightened when he saw how aware she was of his thoughts, his desire. "You could start by rolling over on your tummy."

She didn't respond for a moment, just kept watching him closely, her eyes looking at his eyes, his nose, his mouth, then his eyes again. "Could you kiss me before I turn over? I want to feel how much you want my arse, through your lips and your mouth."

"And my tongue," he finished her sentence for her and leaned in to kiss Brittany with passion. While he kissed her, their lips mashed together, their tongues entwined, his fingers lightly touched her naked skin, roaming between breasts and pubis.

The kiss lasted a couple of minutes and left them both breathless. "That was nice, I think I'm ready," she told him when their lips parted. "If you reach over to get my purse, there's some KY in there, better use a lot of it."

He retrieved her purse, opened it and pushed the strip of condoms aside to lift out the KY tube. She rolled over and he was presented with the sight of her naked back and arse. She was just as beautiful from behind. The way her back dipped into a curved hollow at her waist, only to rise up into two magnificent equal mounds that were her curvaceous arse cheeks. His fingers traced some more while his other hand fiddled with getting the top off the KY tube.

The fingers that were tracing her smooth skin slid down to the backs of her thighs and she felt him applying pressure, pushing her legs apart. She willingly complied, the spreading wide of her thighs caused the crease of her arse cheeks to separate so that John could now see the pucker of her tiny anal ring. It was so small, untouched and undisturbed at this moment, but shortly to be pressured to open up.

He transferred the KY tube to his right hand and squirted a liberal quantity of the liquid into the crack of her arse. "Ooh!" she gasped at the cold wet touch of the lubricant. His fingers quickly followed, sliding the gel around, coating two square inches around her anal entrance. He squirted a small additional amount right on the pucker and she felt his middle finger circle the liquid around and around the edge of her ring.

Brittany felt a natural tendency to clench as she felt his finger lightly pressing against her anal opening. "Relax!" he commanded and she tried to obey. "More!" he said when he felt that she was still very tight. He lifted his hand and slapped one smooth cheek, taking her by surprise.

"Ooh!" she squealed in shock, but strangely, it did make her relax. She felt his wet slippery finger slot into the pucker and push gently but demandingly at her sphincter. "Oh my God!"

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

"This part shouldn't be too hard," he persuaded, "you had my fingers inside your arse last week."

"Yes, that's right, oh I'm so sorry, I'm being foolish, aren't I?"

"No, it's okay, just loosen up and relax, it's only my finger."

His words of persuasion seemed to convince Brittany and her sphincter gave way quite easily now, his finger pushing the slippery wet gel inside her opening, swirling around to coat her insides. He pulled his digit out and she pushed her arse up, as if she was wanting to retrieve his finger, to hold it inside her. But he was only gone long enough to squirt some more KY and then he eased that finger back inside her, pushing deeper, coating her tight dark passage with more of the soothing gel.

She felt a bit more pressure back there and she gasped as her anal ring seemed to be stretched wider. "It's okay," he told her, "I've just added another finger."

"Oh my God, two, you've got two in me."

"Yes, it's okay, I'm just trying to get you used to the size of my cock when that comes in."

'The size of my cock when that comes in,' his words rolled around in her head, 'when his cock comes in.' The words added to the reality of what was happening to her body. She was about to experience anal sex for the first time.

He rolled the two slippery fingers around in her anus, stretching her to take them in past the second knuckle. She was tight and she felt some discomfort, but no pain. He must have seen her flinch because he told her, "When I come to put my cock in, I'll get you up on your knees. That will lift your arse up so that you're anus will be stretched open wider and it will go in a lot easier than my fingers. See, you're flat on the bed at the moment, that makes everything going in there feel tighter."

She drew comfort from his words, "That will be good," she told him.

She was just becoming accustomed to his fingers being in there when he withdrew them both with a plop from her arse. She even exclaimed an "Oh!" at their going.

"Don't worry, I'm coming back with the real thing in just a moment," he promised and she felt the bed move as he rose up beside her. Then he straddled her legs and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her body upwards until she was up on her hands and knees with John out of sight behind her.

Her body and mind was filled with anticipation as she waited for his cock's entry into her virgin arse, but nothing was happening and she quickly grew anxious, "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to look back around at him behind her.

"Sorry babe, won't be long, I'm just lubeing up my cock, making it as slippery as your sweet arse. There we go, just about done. Oh, I know it's gonna feel so good in there, your arse is so perfect."

"So good for you or so good for me?" she asked.

"I'm hoping so good for both of us, babe. Now hang on and just relax."

She felt the firm rounded head of his stiff cock nudge right up against her tightly puckered anal ring. Although she tried to keep telling herself to relax, the moment she felt him pushing against her, she instinctively clenched her arse cheeks and closed down her sphincter. She knew what she had done, but she couldn't help herself, it was a natural reaction from her body to clamp against an intruder in such a tiny hole. She heard John's frustrated murmur, "I'm sorry, I'm trying!" she told him.

He traced his fingers lightly over the smooth slope of her back above her arse cheeks, "I know, it's okay!"

She let her body go limp and John had to move his hands to hold her hips steady as she wobbled on her knees. He gripped her body tightly having already positioned his cock right in the groove of her anal pucker. He hoped that with so much KY gel between them, he wouldn't slip as he aimed up. He pushed again and his head caught within the groove of her tiny opening. "Good babe, that's great, feels good, just relax now."

She tried hard to do as he asked and was relieved when her anal sphincter gave way to his cock's pressure, allowing the head to slip through that so tiny opening. "Oh God!" she shrieked as she felt the full size of the head of his fully erect cock completely wedge inside her anus.

"Oh shit," he bellowed from behind her, "your arse feels fucking great!"

She was pleased that John seemed happy with his progress. The jury was still out for her as she felt this incredible feeling of fullness. "How much is in?" she asked plaintively.

"Just the head," he told her, his voice up several octaves with euphoria from the tight way her arse gripped his cock, making it pulse excitedly.

'Oh God,' she thought, 'I feel so full back there, I was hoping that was all of it. If that's only the head, there will be inches and inches more of his shaft still to come in. God, I don't think I can do it. Oh dear, should I tell him?' She steeled herself, knowing that he would be keen to push on now that she had taken his head inside, 'Perhaps that was the hardest part,' she reconciled.

"You're doing well, babe," he told her encouragingly and she felt the pressure again as he pushed his cock deeper into her rectum, gaining valuable inches. She felt every little gain that he made inside her, but after the shock of the head passing through her sphincter, the passage of his shaft was manageable and she began to feel some relief that the worst was over. The feeling of fullness was not though, that just became more and more pronounced as her rectum was filled by more and more of his thick cock.

When nearly a minute passed without any further incremental gains, she turned her head as far around as she could, "Is that it, have I got it all?"

"Yeah, you did well, babe, that's it, I can't get anymore in there. How does it feel?" He slapped her bare arse cheek with his open hand, causing her whole arse to jiggle, resulting in shock waves rolling around his sensitive cock-head.

"I did it," she said excitedly, "I thought I might chicken out, but I really did it."

"So how does it feel?" he asked again.

"Yes, yes okay, I'm good with it, not much pain, more just this incredible feeling of being so stuffed up the arse."

"That's great, now listen, don't get too carried away yet. I'm in, but anal sex is all about fucking you in the arse, so let's get this show going." She felt him pull his hard cock all the way back, the pucker of her anal ring tightly dragging along his shaft as it withdrew. Then only the head of his cock was held by her tiny anal opening. A pause, and then he pushed it all the way back up inside her. A powerful drawing of breath, then an expelling of air as John relished the feelings of her sensitive warm arse wrapped around his aroused cock.

John fucked Brittany anally for as long as he could hang on. He would like to think that it went for ages, but counting in mere minutes would have been the correct assessment as John allowed every sensitive inch of his cock to be aroused by the magical sensations that her tight pucker inflicted on him. He was sufficiently thoughtful to bring the fingers of one hand around her body to play with her budding little clitoris while his other sought out one breast and fondled it warmly.

As John fought to reclaim control over his impending climax, his fingers diddled her clit button with remarkable dexterity. By the time that Brittany got to feel his surging cock bulging within her rectum as a sign of his impending finish, she herself was already in the first flushed and loud stages of a digitally manipulated clitoral orgasm.

Their combined breathless panting and gasping filled the room with heat and noise and was testimony of their shared completed satisfactions. As his cock spewed its warm cum into her rectum, he collapsed forward on her and together they crashed flat to the bed, John on top of Brittany's back.

Her body flat and straightened, her rear hole shut closed on his cock, trapping him inside her warmth. They would have to wait until his cock deflated before he would be able to retrieve his human sex toy from her clamped arse.

It was more than 20 minutes before she felt John lift himself off her tired and spent body, tugging what was left of his erection from her cum-filled arse. She couldn't move, she just lay supine on the bed, reliving the experience she had just been through. She was happy, she had survived it far better than she had expected to. 'Did I like it?' she asked herself quietly and her answer was 'I think I almost did, it was at least much better than I expected. I am sure I could do it again ... if I had to, like if Jerry decided he wanted to try it. I can't wait to tell him how brave I was. I never discussed with him that I was even thinking about doing it, so he will be surprised.'