Pyrate Anne Bonny
if you had fought like a man, you need not be hanged like a dogArchive for July, 2008
Dessert under the pedestrian walkway
Under the pedestrian walkway at Darling Harbour
He’d taken me to dinner, and we were walking back to the vehicle when there’s a tug on my hand and I’m pulled, skipping across the highway, under the overpass in search of somewhere semi-private.
He finds a spot between the open-grilled wall of a carpark and concrete pillar, in view of the oncoming cars rushing down the highway. Forced to my knees, I’m told: “first you are going to swallow some dessert, and then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you”.
On my knees, traffic rushing past, people on the pedestrian walkway overhead, people in the carpark. He comes fairly quickly, and then drags me up by the hair and pulls down my stockings. They get torn in the crotch. The angles are wrong for deep penetration. He pulls up my stockings and walks me to another location: darker, closer to the traffic, between an electricity box and a rusted fence he bends me over and takes my stockings down once more.
In this way, we are slowly claiming Sydney.
I can barely walk
That’s what happens when you tell someone its OK to wake you up for anal sex, and then ask them to fist you afterwards.
This was of course, after a long and impassioned session around 11pm of sucking and fucking where we both came several times.
I am working on my gage reflex, you see. I love to swallow and swallow and swallow and be called “good girl”.
A few nights ago, getting home from a party, after he’d had 5 orgasms pounding into me, he pounced on me for another fucking, and we both still wanted more. The next day he told me he’d almost woken me again during the night.
So after this, when we were about to sleep, but I was still excited, I told him he could always wake me for sex. At 6am, I feel hands over me, and a voice telling me that I’m about to have my ass violated, but not before I’ve been solidly fucked in the cunt to warm me up. And then some more gag-reflex training. It seems to go a little better when I’m half asleep.
Now you’ve got to understand that my poor ass is very, very tight. Much too tight for a finger most times. So after a an inch or so of cock, I scream and try to relax, I try to let this pain happen to me. But I get so excited, and I clamp up, shuddering uncontrollably. I start to cry.
He stops. I am sticky and wet with cum all over me.
And, still insanely excited, I remind him of the fisting he promised. But I am so tight that it hurts his hand, as he drives it into my cervix.
Today at work, still covered in cum, I can barely walk.
