"Descent into Anal" Part 2

Armen hoisted Sera higher so her neck was level with his lips. She looked
down at his chiseled face and chin.

"You act a lot older than that. And I'll take care of that frustration of
yours, as soon as you take care of mine."

"You were enjoying yourself before I came over," he accused, looking up at
her. Sera's neck and face flushed from the embarrassment at getting caught,
but somehow, it seemed the right thing to do.

They remained silent to the tinkling sounds of the dribbling showerhead and
faucet. The curly tips of Armen's hair, illuminated from behind by the
washbasin fluorescent light, glossed a bluish hue. Sera smiled
apprehensively at his obscured face, eclipsed by his own penumbral shadow.
Her eyes grew wide—her brow furrowed. An anxious quiver bolted up her
spine.

Then Armen stepped out of the tub, spun her around—hugging her body in
tow—and stood tall beneath the infrared heating lamp recessed in the
ceiling. He angled his face up to the artificial warmth; his sharp-edged
pupils glowed an eerie reddish orange.

"Why do you scare me?"

"I'm not here to scare you, Sera; I'm here to excite you."

Sera sought consoling contact from Armen's imposing build, gawking at his
broad, hairy pecs and erect nipples. She then closed her eyes and leaned
down to tongue the spiral of his outer ear.

"I thought of your cock, all day," she whispered.

"And I've being thinking of nothing else but you and your ass."

Armen's chest hair bristled against Sera's cool dampness. He buried his
nose and face into her neck, nipping her wet skin. Sliding partly down his
rippled abdomen, she seized his waiting erection with one hand to wipe the
head into her flaring slit, gasping at the pacifying caress.

"Please, baby, pussy first?" she pleaded. "I also held off since
Wednesday—just for you."

"No way, not today."

"Then, go ahead," she enticed, tonguing his ear, "fuck it."

She laced her arms around his head and wrapped her legs around his waist,
locking her heels into the small of his back. Cradling her tightly, he
braced his stance, flattening her back against a wall, supporting one
buttock with one brawny arm. With a free hand, he probed her unyielding
shadowy treasure with his stiff cock.

Sera acquiesced, "I don't think it's going to work, baby. You're just too
big today."

"You're just a little tense, that's all. Anyway, I like it tight—I want it
tight."

"You can still do my pussy."

"Not this evening."

Armen rubbed his nose and lips up and down her neck. Sera suspended from
him in a loose bear hug as he stepped through the hovering mist.
Impulsively, he jammed her back against the bathroom door to puff the wind
from her.

She gawked down the gap between their heaving torsos at his beating
erection oozing sex juice onto her belly. Frantically panting, pressing her
forehead against his, she combed his ink-black hair with her nails, shut
her eyes, and French-kissed his open mouth.

"Got more of that for my ass?" Sera asked catching her breath, rubbing her
crimson cheeks across his nose and searching mouth.

"Three days worth," he said, nibbling her lower lip.

Embracing Sera closely, Armen opened the door and stomped out of the balmy
bathroom amidst an escaping, wispy cloud that vanished into the dry air and
cool twilight of the bedroom.

"What are you going to do to me?" she innocently asked, expecting no
answer, sinking her teeth into his cheek.

Deliberate in his gait, Armen lowered his head, and voraciously vacuumed
her hardened areolas between his lips. He stopped and knelt at the foot of
the bed; she slithered from his grasp and onto the mattress, prostrating
herself away from him. Her quick glimpse at the TV confirmed that he
advanced the DVD to the three-way, double-anal-penetration scene—the same
one that caught her eye earlier in the day.

"I washed it out for you. Now, go ahead—lick it. Stick your tongue up
there," she hissed.

Armen turned Sera over on her belly, straddled her hips, and leaned down to
poke his chin into her upper back. His thick manhood wedged apart the
yielding half-moons of flesh.

"So, you want another lashing?"

"I want it all," she demanded.

Armen slid down Sera's back and buttocks to lodge his shoulders between her
open thighs, to savor the aroma of her sweet, vaginal nectar. He kneaded
her rump, studying the entrance of her starburst. She grabbed each cheek
apart, inviting him to rim her.

Inserting two fingers past her labia to finger-fuck her vagina, Armen
remarked, "You're pussy's super wet." He leisurely sucked his fingers
covered by her sweet dew. "That was to get you started." And without
warning, he corkscrewed his middle finger into her ass.

"Oh, God . . . I have to cum!" Sera dimpled the bedspread from her pelvic
fidgeting.

"Not yet!" Armen howled. His voice became soft. "Wait, Sera, you know you
can. You agreed."

Sera bit her upper lip, reining in a shiver. "Why do you torment me?"

"On your hands and knees," he ordered.

"Finally," she assented, crawling into position.

Armen traced his fingers across her unflinching buttocks and over his
remnant, swatted handprints—faded, primitive, finger paintings of purples
and pinks—still warm to the touch. Grabbing his cock, he aimed it for the
entrance of her canal, pressing the mushroom head snugly into the puckered
resistance.

"You're still tight, even after practicing with your toy."

"Stick it in there."

"That's what I want to hear." He forced his broad cock into the partial
opening of her cavern.

"Ow," Sera thinly protested, looking back at muscular thighs. She loved his
touch anywhere, because it was easy for her to release control to him. He
held dominion over her body—and more. "Please, give it to me, hard and
deep."

The plum-colored end of Armen's cock swelled. He exhaled, "You wanted me to
see where you stopped the video. Did you masturbate to that?"

"Yes, and I loved it," she answered truthfully.

Armen rammed his glans into Sera's orifice, stopping his forward lunge as
the head of his cock expanded into the clinch of her anal ring—and Sera
yipped.

"Hurt?"

"Just a twinge," she gasped. "It's gone away."

"I can stop . . . if you want me to."

"Don't you stop," she defiantly rejoined. "We have so much more to do." She
took a breath. "M-m-m-m . . . now, it's starting to feel good. Just take
your time, baby—push it in me."

"I can feel me trickling inside you," he said.

But Sera wanted Armen to finesse his exploitation of her awhile longer.

"Take it back out?"

"Take it out? I just got it in there!"

"Back it out, lube my ass with it, then fuck me again," she goaded.

"You're slutty today," Armen whispered. "I like it." Spurred on by her
daring to extend the session, it was his turn to surprise, again. "But
first, I'll lick some more."

Sera moaned at his counteroffer. A reward? she asked herself. By pressing
her stomach into the bed, she helped Armen withdraw his cock, ejecting free
with a thread of precum draining out her winking cavity. He pounced
directly on the cleavage with animalistic fervor, his fingers molding her
round orbs, widening them, lapping up the seepage along her crevice.

"Lick it out," she urged. Her face contorted; she bucked her hips.

The mushy sounds of oral and masturbating sex filled the dusky bedroom.
Clear, runny ooze pooled onto the bedspread from her humping palm.

"That's it, keep rubbing yourself," Armen encouraged. "Big time wet spot on
the sheets from you."

"There's oil in the nightstand."

"Don't need it," Armen said, sipping at a rivulet dripping from the pleat
of her inner lips.

He diverted his tongue into her tight asshole to relax her. Then,
unexpectedly, he chomped her right buttock.

"Ouch," she howled.

"Now, stick it in the air for me," Armen directed.

"Like this?" she sweetly asked, bowing her back, jutting her rear end
against his tumescence.

"Yes," he allowed, admiring the porn star pose, "like that."

After a few yanks to incite his thickness to maximum hardness, he swabbed
the cleft of her mounds with his leaking head.

"I love when you do that," she cooed.

"There's so much of it."

Armen powered his sex muscle further into the friction of Sera's supple
asshole as she rocked back against his pubis. She drew in air through her
clenched teeth, receiving the first several inches of his manhood. The
twosome, dripping from salty sweat, remained motionless for a moment while
her sphincter clamped around the girth of his cock.

"I want to feel your hairy scrote and balls slap my pussy while you fuck my
ass."

"I have to cum," Armen grunted.

"Wait!" she fussed. "You made me!"

Armen strangled the base of his cock to a tortuous ache, closing his eyes
to distract himself, preventing his imminent release. He smiled at his
accomplishment. At last, a tenuous balance unfolded between them: each was
sent to the brink of orgasm, and each was brought back from ecstasy denied.

"Almost."

"You're good at that," she complimented.

"Now, rub yourself faster."

Sera furiously masturbated her clit, feeling her rectum swell against his
thickness.

"Do me hard," Sera begged wickedly. "It's starting to itch."

"That's it, ask for it."

Armen pushed his cock up to the root, stroking her forbidden channel. With
each forward thrust, his balls flogged Sera's dripping slit. Sera sunk two
fingers into her vagina and thumbed her swollen nub; the wet, slurping,
masturbating sounds were as loud as his sloshing assault of her asshole.
From her sopping pussy, clear strands of syrupy fluid ran down her hand and
forearm to puddle on the bed sheet.

Overwhelmed by her need to orgasm, she sniveled, "Armen, please, I need to
. . . now."

"Cum for me," he commanded.

It was what Sera waited for—his permission.

"Oh, fuck . . ." she cried. Raging throes from her clitoral, vaginal, and
anal orgasm radiated to every erogenous zone of her body. She held her
breath at each of the uncontrollable shudders; her mouth opened wide; her
eyes fluttered. "Again . . ." she groaned helplessly from another seizure.
She stopped masturbating as her supporting arm gave way; her face dove
headfirst into the mattress; she gulped for air. "More . . ." she droned.
Undulating waves of pleasure sloshed along her skin, overpowering her
consciousness.

Grunting and sighing, Armen pulled her shaking hips back into him and drove
his hips forward to lance into her. He released control of the constriction
in the pit of his groin to rocket his seed, flooding the walls of her
depths. The deliberate, relentless pounding of her channel became easier
with his successive, lubricating, piercing thrusts. After a final, frenzied
stab, he uncorked himself from her and shoveled his cock between her
squeezing cheeks, to jet pearls of white, warm semen along the groove of
her back.

With unfinished satisfaction, they stopped to rest, allowing their lungs to
inhale and exhale life-sustaining air. A long minute passed before either
moved a limb. They knew it had to happen—it was going to happen. They spent
three days apart in preparation to resolve their many expectations. More
than a trial, more than a demonstration, more than a test—it would be a
confirmation.

Then the exacting diversion began.

An ambience of heightened intensity enveloped the room. Armen moved away
from her to lean against the headboard. Sera rolled out of bed, stood at
its side, stared straight ahead, and weaved her fingers to cup her hands
against her pubis.

"What do you say?" Armen asked, reaching over to pet her hip, smiling at
the muscle tic on her inner thigh.

"Sir, thank you for the anal sex."

"Anything else?"

"Sir, may we do it again?" she eagerly appealed.

Armen hesitated. "Maybe, we'll wait a few days."

He didn't say no, she thought, suppressing a smile, squinting her eyes
shut, reigning in a secondary contraction from her orgasm.

"We're still after the underlying subtleties and nuances from all of this.
You do understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Sera meekly replied.

"Tantric abstinence rituals. Disciplined discomfort. There are a few facets
of this philosophy I may incorporate into my own—but only a few. In some
respects, this was . . . religiously liberating. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for asking my opinion, sir."

"Anyway, another break should allow you more time to focus on your
important reading assignment. That was an expensive special edition I found
for you—original French." He paused to look at her transfixed eyes. "You
have started reading the book, right?"

"Juliette?" It poured out before she had time to think.

He scowled and scolded, "Again?"

Correcting herself, Sera stammered, "Yes-s-s . . . sir." Quashing the smile
of embarrassment and standing more erect, she continued, "I'm halfway
through it, sir, and the translation is easier this time than it was with
Justine, just like you said it would be."

"Juliette is a far better work by De Sade than Justine—and more appropriate
to your training. It appears your high school French has come in handy,
after all." Armen beat his semi-flaccid cock to full hardness. "I remember
consenting to your request to masturbate while you read it. Well, have
you?"

"Yes, sir. A lot, sir."

"And I suppose you wanted to cum . . . a lot, right?"

"Yes, sir. Very much so, sir. I had this strong need after reading one
chapter where Juliette was sodomized by—"

Armen cut in, "Did you hold back?"

"Yes, sir," Sera replied, lowering her eyes.

She was beside herself as her clit sought a soothing rub from her wandering
finger. But she cautiously retracted her hand, looking out the corner of
her eye, wondering if he noticed.

"You masturbate too much. What is it, now, three or four times more often
than when we first met?

"Yes, sir."

"Raison d'être?" he asked.

"Oui, monsieur," she replied.

Armen snarled, "I may have to punish—no, stop this selfish fixation of
yours." Her face cringed and turned pallid from his threat. He waited a
full minute before he spoke again. "Now report on your phone call with
Elizabeth."

Sera recited her prepared summary: "Sir, the toy she bought me is fine for
anal sex. Sir, she's still under the impression I'm inexperienced, but her
suggestions seem useful. Sir, she enjoys anal sex as much as I do. Sir, she
likes my flirting. Sir, I hinted I was bisexual. Sir, our phone chat was on
the verge of phone sex. Sir, I think she masturbated after we hung up."

"I keep having to ask this: Did you hold back your orgasm?"

"Yes, sir," she answered softly.

Armen tersely stated, "Well, you seem to have completed all of your tasks .
. . satisfactorily. What do you say?"

"Sir, thank you for the many opportunities to please you," she muttered,
her nipples and clit blossoming conspicuously from his incredible praise.
Sera pressed her chin into her upper chest and scrunched her buttocks to
strain back another contraction. Soon it would be the end of an almost
perfect day.

Armen sighed unsympathetically, turning his head to the headboard to finger
a lazy eight in the unpolished veneer. Without looking at her, he languidly
asked, "Something's on your mind. But I want to hear you say it."

"Sir, does this mean you're not going to spank me?" she pouted.

Armen leered at her downtrodden eyes. "Serafina, Serafina, Serafina . . .
we already talked about this. Spanking and paddling are reserved for
unacceptable behavior," he said, eyeing her disappointed face. "And I
forbid any attempts by you to feign a transgression. You know I can tell."
His admonishment proved something she had always suspected: he could read
her thoughts. "Those welts from last Wednesday will heal in a day or so.
There will be other chances for you to trip up—it's in your nature. Am I
clear on all of this?"

His disciplined voice renewed a sense of purpose. She answered
submissively, "Yes, sir, very clear. Thank you, sir."

"You do trust me to know what's best for you, don't you?"

"I trust you with my soul, sir," she affirmed.

"Very well, then. You've entered an important phase in your training. New
instructions and tasks for Tuesday: First, your transition period is over,
and I'm finished with all of this . . . vanilla. In the future, before I
enter this apartment, you must be prepared for me by assuming 'the
position' on the bed, facing away from the bedroom door. Second, continue
your phone calls with Elizabeth. You may continue to masturbate, but you
are still forbidden to cum. Decide what new topics to cover with her—and
don't disappoint me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said, squinching her eyes to quell yet another tremor.

"Third, finish Juliette. Fourth, you may continue to watch the rest of the
anal video—without me here. Queue up the best scenes for me—and I'll need
good reasons why you think I'll enjoy them. What else? Oh yes, fifth: For
restraint practice, I'm bringing handcuffs and shackles, next time.
Research the various kinds—I won't tolerant any awkwardness in their use."
His large, dark eyes surveyed the serpentine streamlets of semen coursing
down her legs. "Shall I repeat any of it for you?"

"No, sir, it won't be necessary to repeat any of it, this time," Sera said,
hiding her glee, mentally devouring his series of directives.

Armen continued stroking his beefy cock, becoming icily inattentive to her
obvious discomfort. For several, long, meandering minutes, Sera's ears rang
from the surges of her thumping heart. Streaks of translucent goo feathered
along her hips and back, down the crease of her ass, tickling the smooth
contours of her shapely thighs and calves. But she dared not move—she dared
not speak. Another test? Sera guessed nervously to herself, blinking a tear
out the corner of her eye at his lounging frame. She could wait no longer;
her mind screamed: Don't you know I'm ready? . . . But you have to know!

"Come to me," Armen summoned, dragging Sera down on him, his throbbing
shaft glancing her soggy bottom.

She collapsed onto his washboard stomach, flailing her arms backward to
expose her taut breasts, clutching the top of the headboard with her hands,
spreading her legs, provoking him to fondle her semen-rich skin. With one
hand, Armen methodically fed Sera's gushing wetness from her inner thighs
to her mouth; the other wiggled three fingers into her palpitating pussy.
He nuzzled his fevered face across her temple and snaked his flicking
tongue into her ear. And then, with predestined urgency, his thick cock
impaled lust's first hole.

"A-h . . . a-h-h . . . a-h-h-h . . ." Sera's groans trailed off in short,
raspy gasps.

She arched her back to his grinding thrusts. Her eyes glazed over, the side
of her head drummed his upper chest and shoulders, her sinewy muscles
convulsed wildly. Her sanity cascaded, sacrificing herself to
him—surrendering to decadent bliss.

Armen purred, "Now, that's my good girl."