The Night I Learned to Enjoy Anal Sex

It all started with a direct message, one of those you get and almost always ignore.

I had posted a photo to my stories: me in profile in front of the bathroom mirror, in a bikini, posing so the curve of my waist and my ass would show nicely. That same night, I got a message that, instead of the usual empty compliments, made me laugh for real.

“If that bikini could talk, right now it would be calling for backup. Do I rescue it, or do we let it suffer a little longer?”

I replied, and after that we didn’t stop. At first it was normal photos, long conversations, everyday stuff. He wasn’t the gym guy with the chiseled body I’d expected; he was an ordinary guy, but with a quick mind and a sense of humor that disarmed me. Cultured, witty, and with a spark that felt hot even between innocent lines.

Little by little the tone changed. He started talking to me about my body more and more directly, and then outright dirty. I liked that he dared. When he commented on what my breasts, my ass, or the thought of touching me did to him, I felt a heat that wouldn’t leave me alone. He made me feel desired and a little perverse, and I played along without thinking twice.

We lived in the same city. I started calling him “Demon,” because every message from him tempted me a little more and made me sin with nothing but my imagination.

***

One night, the conversation spilled over.

—I can’t take it anymore, Camila —he wrote—. If I had you in front of me right now, I’d take that dress off you and pin you against the wall. I’d grab your tits with both hands while I kiss your neck.

—Mmm, I love how that sounds —I answered—. And then what, Demon?

—Then I’d pull down your underwear and slide two fingers deep inside you while I bite your shoulder. I want to feel how wet you get for me.

—I’m already wet just from reading you —I typed, my pulse racing.

I sent him several photos: first of my breasts, then one from behind in a thong, and finally a short video of me touching myself slowly, holding back a moan so it wouldn’t be heard in the rest of the house.

—Fuck, Camila… you’re killing me. And that ass… I want to spank it while I have you on all fours. Look what you’ve done.

He sent me a photo of himself. He was hard, thick, about seven inches, completely shaved. I stared at the screen for a long while, feeling myself get even hotter.

—Jesus… —I wrote—. You make me want to kneel down and take all of it in my mouth.

—That’s what I want to see you do. And then I’m going to put you on all fours and fuck you in the ass. That ass deserves to be worked properly.

When he mentioned anal, something tightened in my stomach. I had tried it a couple of times in my life and never felt anything good, only discomfort and the urge for it to end as quickly as possible. But the chemistry with him was so strong, and his words turned me on so much, that I didn’t say no.

—It scares me a little —I confessed—, but it’s getting me really hot that you want it.

—Don’t worry. I’ll prepare you slowly. I’ll lick you until you’re the one begging me to put it in. I want to hear you while I open you up little by little.

We kept going like that for a long while, each message more explicit than the last. I sent him more photos, and he answered by describing in detail everything he wanted to do to me. While I touched myself reading it, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to make every one of those sentences real.

Until one night, he wrote what was inevitable.

—I’m tired of imagining it, Camila. Let’s meet up. I want to do everything I tell you, in person. This weekend?

—Yes —I answered, without hesitating as much as I expected—. Saturday?

—Perfect. I’ll pick you up.

***

Saturday came. I showered slowly, put on perfume, and wore a tight red dress, short, with a neckline that left little to the imagination. Underneath, just a matching thong and nothing else. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw: the fabric traced every curve.

He texted to say he was downstairs. I went down with my heart pounding in my chest. There he was, leaning against his car, and the two of us laughed from sheer nerves when we greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

—You look… incredible —he said, looking me over from head to toe—. That dress is dangerous.

He opened the door for me and we went to a quiet bar. At first we talked about anything and everything, laughing, getting used to each other in person after so many screens between us. But by the second drink the tone was climbing again.

He leaned in a little closer, with a half-smile.

—Ever since I saw that photo of your back, I haven’t stopped imagining you on all fours.

I blushed, but I didn’t look away.

—You really are a demon —I answered—. I’m still a little scared of the anal thing… but you’ve got me really curious.

He let out a low laugh and looked straight into my eyes.

—Don’t worry. I’m going to prepare you until you’re begging me. I want to hear you while I open you up slowly.

I felt a heat rise through my whole body. We stayed silent for a second, looking at each other.

—Should we go already? —he said, lowering his voice—. Because if you keep looking at me like that, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to behave.

***

We left the bar and got into the car. As soon as he pulled away, I leaned toward him and started stroking him over his pants. I could feel him hardening slowly under my hand.

—Camila… —he murmured, gripping the steering wheel—. If you keep this up, I’m not going to make it to the hotel.

I smiled and kept going, feeling the fabric press against my palm as he hardened.

We arrived. As soon as we stepped into the room, the lights were dim and music was playing in the background. We kissed hard, tongues and hands roaming without restraint. Then he pulled back slightly, his voice rough.

—Dance for me. I want to watch you take your clothes off.

I loved the request. I started moving to the rhythm of the music, slowly pulling off the red dress and letting it fall to the floor. I was left in just the thong. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me as if I were the only thing in the world.

I walked closer, turned around, and pushed my ass near his face. Then I turned back, spread my legs in front of him, and started touching myself slowly, never taking my eyes off him.

—Look at how you touch yourself for me —he growled, pressing himself through his pants—. You must be soaked by now.

—I’m wet for you —I answered, panting—. Do you like seeing me like this?

—I love it. Take that off and keep going.

I took off my thong and kept going, slipping in a finger while I moaned softly. He couldn’t take it anymore.

—Come here. Get on your knees.

I knelt between his legs, pulled down his pants, and took him in my hand. I licked from the base, slowly, and then took him into my mouth. I sucked him hungrily, moving my head, letting saliva drip.

—Like that… what a mouth you’ve got —he panted, grabbing my hair—. Deeper.

I did what he asked, all the way to the back, with tears in my eyes and my chin soaked. I pulled him out, took him back in, slapped him against my cheeks and my breasts. I got turned on feeling him so hard, so hot, hearing him talk to me like that.

—You like being treated like this, don’t you? —he murmured.

—I love it —I moaned, looking up at him.

***

He couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted me up, threw me onto the bed, and spread my legs. He knelt between them and started licking me hungrily, his tongue tracing circles over my clit, then lower, then inside.

—Oh, Demon… that feels so good —I moaned, arching my back.

He didn’t stop there. He lifted my legs, parted my ass cheeks, and ran his tongue over my back entrance. He licked my ass slowly, in circles, while two fingers worked me from the front.

—Yes… keep going —I moaned, trembling—. You’re driving me crazy.

—This ass was made for this —he said, his voice broken—. Tight, delicious… I love it.

He alternated between the two until I didn’t even know my own name. Then he turned me over and put me on all fours. He grabbed my hips and shoved into me from the front in one deep thrust.

—Ah! —I screamed as he filled me completely.

He started moving hard, with long thrusts. The sound of his body against mine filled the room.

—Push back against me —he growled—. Like that.

—Yes, Demon! Harder! —I moaned, throwing my ass back to take every удар.

He slapped me while he fucked me. After a while he stopped, turned me around, and focused again on what was behind. He licked me more intensely, slid in one finger, then two, opening me slowly, preparing me.

—You’re relaxing —he murmured against my skin—. Feel how it opens.

I moaned uncontrollably, feeling myself give under his saliva. Suddenly he stopped, slapped me, and said in a firm voice.

—Tonight you’re going to learn to enjoy it for real.

***

He put me on all fours again. He spat on himself and on my entrance, and pressed in slowly.

—Breathe. Push out —he ordered.

He pushed firmly but without rushing. I felt myself opening around his thickness. I moaned loudly when the head went in all the way.

—Ah… it hurts —I said, my voice tight.

—Relax —he murmured, going in little by little—. Let it in.

Centimeter by centimeter, he pushed all the way inside. He started moving slowly at first, then with steady thrusts. At first I only felt pressure and a burn that made me clutch the sheets. But without realizing it, something started to change.

—What an ass… —he groaned—. Feel how I fill you.

The burn began to mix with something else, something I had never felt. I gripped the sheets hard and moaned louder, this time not from discomfort.

Then he made me climb on top of him. I sat with my back to him, lowering myself slowly until he was all the way inside.

—Now move —he told me—. I want to watch you.

I started moving up and down. The pleasure grew quickly, faster than I expected. I touched my clit while I moved on him.

—Jesus… yes —I moaned, surprised by myself—. It feels… for the first time, I’m really liking it.

He grabbed my hips and started thrusting upward.

—Tell me what you feel.

—I love it! —I yelled, moving faster—. You’re getting in so deep and I like it way too much… don’t stop.

The orgasm hit me all at once, brutal, unexpected. It was the most intense one of my life. My whole body shook, I clenched tight around him, and I screamed without caring about anything.

—I’m coming…! —was all I managed to say.

He kept going until he finished too. He lifted me quickly, made me kneel in front of him, and came across my chest with a long growl.

***

When it was all over, I lay on the bed, exhausted, trying to catch my breath. Something had changed at the root. For the first time I had felt real pleasure from anal sex, and not just a little: a lot.

We stayed for a while talking, still naked and sweaty, laughing about how intense it had been. I wiped myself with the sheet and we chatted as if we’d known each other forever.

Since that night, my best orgasms come from there. All because of him, who earned the nickname the hard way and stopped being just a name on a screen. And ever since then I’ve had a lot of that, and a lot of incredible finishes.

Thanks, Demon, for teaching me a world I thought I knew and knew absolutely nothing about. Up for being the next one?