Angel's anal obsession.

Angel didn't think she'd ever meet someone quite like John.

He was so confident when he approached her on the subway, but he wasn't creepy or shifty the way a lot of strange men in the city were.

What are you reading, he asked, nodding down at the book in Angel's hands.

Angel paused for a moment, her blue eyes looking up at this strange man.

Then she turned the cover so he could see it.

A History of Female Sexuality, John said out loud a smirk tugged at his lips.

Is it any good?

Angel softened suddenly and motioned for John to sit next to her.

Let me tell you all about it.

They took the subway two stops too far, realizing their mistake when it was too late, but John shrugged it off and suggested that they go to a hole in the wall bar he knew in Brooklyn.

You're pretty damn beautiful as far as strange women on the subway go, said John.

Once they were situated at the bar, Angel blushed, raked back her sandy blonde hair, and thanked him.

They sipped their drinks, and then John asked if he could see her tomorrow.

The next day turned into another day, and over the course of a month, the pair had seen each others at least fifteen times.

Angel had never met someone who fucked her like John.

He had a stamina and a sex drive the way that she did, and he was obsessed with anal as much as Angel was.

She loved how much different it felt from being fucked in her pussy.

It was a different sensation and much more intense.

Plus the orgasms were almost always guaranteed.

They lay in bed late one night, in the early stages of falling asleep, when a wave of horniness moved through Angel.

She couldn't stop thinking about the last time they had fucked, which had only been that morning, but still she wanted more.

She started to back her naked ass up against John's crotch.

The arm that had been lazily draped across her bare chest suddenly came to life as he stirred hum.

John mumbled before realizing what Angel was doing.

Oh hi there.

Angel laughed softly and felt his cock get hard.

She grinded her ass against him until he was fully erect and moaning.

She rolled over and shimmied down the bed, taking his cock into her mouth in one swift motion.

John stared down at her, sucking him off.

He felt suddenly awake.

Angel looked beautiful like this, her blonde hair still wet from her shower and fallen around her face.

Her cheeks were sucked in as took his cock into her throat.

She made it wet and sloppy, with a sort of carelessness that seemed to fit this sleepy late hour.

Finally, Angel sat up and reached for the loub that was on her nightstand.

She brought it out and handed it to John, who kicked the sheets off his legs and sat up too.

He knew exactly what she wanted.

She didn't have to tell him.

Get on your hands and knees, baby, he said, and his voice was scratchy and rough.

She scrambled over to all fours and let out a cross between a gasp and a whimper.

As as John dipped his head down to lick her ass, his tongue slid along her crack and dove into her hole.

Fuck.

Angel groaned.

Her back arched so she could stick her ass out even more.

That feels so good.

Her voice trailed off into a high pitched moan, like it always did.

When she had her ass eaten, John feasted on her like she was dessert.

He was so good at eating her ass and wasn't hesitant like some men were.

John sat up and put some lube on his dick and then on Angel's asshole.

He pushed the head of his cock against her ass and inhaled sharply as each thick inch disappeared inside her.

He went slowly at first, watching himself become enveloped by her ass.

He held onto her waist and finally started to pump into her the way that Angel liked.

Fuck.

Shrieked Angel, falling forward onto John's bed.

Someone couldn't sleep because they were horny?

Is that right?

Chuckled John, pummeling his cock in and out of Angel's butt.

Angel whimpered, unable to form a proper sentence.

He watched his cock slide in and out of her.

He didn't have a small package by any means, and when they first fucked, John felt like he was impossibly big for Angel's tight asshole.

But as they started to fuck around more, Angel's ass quickly got used to John's size.

Angel was flat on her stomach while John plunged into her ass from above, thrusting his hips into her over and over, hard and fast.

His balls slapped against her, and it was long before Angel could feel herself about to come.

Baby, she cried desperately.

John, Fuck ah, Fuck, I'm gonna come, She moaned into the bed, fingers desperately twisting up the sheets.

Yes, Angel's voice was shaky and wavered as her orgasm crashed over her.

She nearly always climaxed from anol, but sometimes it was more intense.

This was one of those times.

John just had the perfect cock that hit her exactly in the right spot.

Her orgasm took forever to leave her body, and all Angel could do was lay there, shaking and shivering.

John didn't stop fucking her ass once, but he did slow down.

He loved watching her rear hole open for him.

Angel reached back and held her ass cheeks apart, spreading them open so John could better access her ass.

Plus, she knew he loved that view.

Back yourself up on to me, babe, John whispered.

Angel was a dripping mess now.

She could feel the strings of wetness oozing out of her pussy as she got back up onto her hands and started to rock her body back and forth on John's throbing cock.

He caressed her ass as she did this, giving her the occasional spank.

Angel's eyes were closed and she was lost in the moment as she backed up onto John's cock in a steady rhythm.

When she started to rock back on to him even faster, she noticed the change in him.

His breathing had started to pick up, and he let out a series of short, ragged groans.

He was close.

Finally, when he couldn't take it another second, John wrapped his arm around Angel and gently pushed her forward so that she was leaning on the bed, face down, ass up.

He took over the thrusts, pumping into her a couple of times before finally filling her up.

His cumb splashed inside of her, and a huge grin slid up Angel's face.

M that's fucking gorgeous, moaned John as he pulled out of Angel's ass.

You are gorgeous.

Angel rolled over and sighed.

She felt blissful and exhausted.

Thank you, baby.

Your cock is perfection.

The way we fuck is perfection.

John leaned down to kiss her forehead.

He shimmered back under the sheets next to her, wishing he had thought to open the window before he did so.

The room felt hot and stuffy now, the air thick with Sae.

He pulled her in against him.

John had just opened his mouth to speak when he realized Angel was already drifting off.

There was nothing like a good fuck to lull one into sleep.