Dirty Bathroom Fuck

“I think I’m gonna have an enema for dessert,” he says, putting his fork down.

“Okay!” I say, a bit too nonchalant. I’m trying to hide my turn on, you see. There is no reason to hide it. I just haven’t. Well. Haven’t figured it all out yet.

Fuck.

I’ve only watched him give himself an enema once before. But it made my cunt juicy like, fuck, I don’t know what. Though I can’t really say that while I’m watching. I can only drink my beer and pace. Like a boy at a party after the prom watching his date dance with her best friends.

In preparation for the enema, he undresses. On a whim, I unzip my black sleeveless dress just about a quarter of the way down, just so my tits pop out like so, demi push up bra helping em out. I know how good my tits look, lace of the push-up bra barely showing. A girl knows. He takes a glance at my cleavage and practically winces, like a construction worker does when the finest piece of the day walks by.

“You should wear the dress like THAT to the party,” he says.

He crouches in the tub and slides the long, slender, orange spout in his ass. He squeezes the bottle and I hear him sigh and breathe deeply and the water disappears into his body.

Fuck.

I have to leave the bathroom for a second. Take a deep breath. Compose myself. Gulp. I’m the one who’s bashful, not him. But like I said, I can’t figure out the turn-on. Can’t find the words to express how I get soaked to see him crouched on all fours in the bathtub, deeply breathing, the empty enema bottle lying beside him…

How I love spreading his ass cheeks while he’s fucking me hard, my feet up in the air as he leans in, my fingers barely grazing his hole as he thrusts. Suggestion of my big black silicone cock. I like licking his hole, his balls, the inside of his cheeks, spitting on his ass, poking my tongue in, stabbing lightly, hearing his giggle turn into a groan. I love it.

Christ.

I go back to the bathroom. I see him on all fours, ass in the air in the tub. I pick up my Corona. I take a long slow drink. My pussy twitches. This feels dirty in a way. But there is a sweetness, too. Like I’m watching my baby take care of himself. But it is dirty. It is.

It’s about to get dirtier.

He sits on the toilet. He releases. He flushes. He is still sitting on the toilet. He shows me his cock. It is leaking pre-cum.

“See? See?” The enema does that to him. Just that.

His pretty purple cock is half hard.

He is all finished now, just relaxing, sitting on the toilet, as a boy will do. I stand in front of him. I play with his hair. I sigh and put my nose to his hair and breathe in. He puts his head between my tits. He unzips my dress more. He starts sucking on my tits. I unzip the dress a little further. He grabs at my tits even more, so rough. I keep the bra on and flop my tits out of it, so that they fall over the big lacey cups. He sucks on my nipples hard. And then, and then he starts to claw my stomach. He is at the perfect level for it, sitting on the toilet in front of me. He licks my tummy, and kisses and bites it. Which makes me insane. All the while, he is twisting my nipples so that I am moaning and squealing. He looks so fucking perfect sitting down in front of me, worshipping this tummy of mine, gorging on my tits. He unzips the dress further. He takes the straps of my bra and slips them down my shoulders. I unhook the bra, let it fall to the floor. He slides my royal blue boyshort panties off from underneath my dress. I take off the dress. I am naked now, as he is, I am standing naked in front of the naked boy with the very empty ass who is sitting on the toilet. I am very naked. The light is so bright in the bathroom and suddenly I feel so very unclothed.

I am on my period.

He sees the string from the tampon hanging out and pulls. He flings it into the toilet.

“Can you hop on?” he asks, signaling his cock. “Sit on it?”

I remember the last time I fucked him while he was sitting. It was the first time I ever came while being on top. I ride him often now, when he is unmistakably hard but tired and I need cock, because I always need cock. I attempt to mount him. He goes a bit soft.

I get down on my knees and suck my man’s cock. On the bathroom floor. He stiffens up quickly. The head of his cock is huge, leaking. He is moaning softly. I look at him. His eyes are glazed over. My nipples are swollen and sore. My cunt is dripping. I get on top of him, and slide his cock so easily into my pussy. He feels so fat and I am slick as fancy marble floors in front of office buildings after rain. I start riding him hard. My thighs slapping against his thighs. That sound. Smack. Smack. I slow down. I rock back and forth. His breath gets fast. He is close to coming. He says so. He jabs his cock into me, upward. My feet touch the bottom of the toilet bowl, where it touches the floor, my fingernails dig into his shoulders. He groans, cums. I feel his cock twitch. He is so spent. I put my head into his shoulder, still sitting on him.

“Am I too heavy? Is it okay that I’m sitting like this?”

He smiles. “Oh, yeah. It’s fine.” We kiss.

He takes a quick shower. He wears a bathrobe as he gets ready. He puts on the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Two hours later, we are grinding up against each other in a back room of a bar in Brooklyn. At one point, he grabs a handful of my tummy and pulls me close to him. I’m fucking desperate for it. For hours on end.

We fuck two more times that night, and again the next day. My gspot thanks him, over and over again.

Oh, and his ass? How was that?

Very. Fucking. Edible.