Page 43 of Marking Mia

“Yes,” I answer meekly, still riding the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good,” he replies. “Now turn around. Let me wash your back.”

I comply oddly, in a way I’ve never done before. The sensation of his strong hands on my back is heavenly, his fingers digging into muscles I didn’t even realize were tense. He works his way methodically down my spine, occasionally scratching lightly with his nails, making me moan with contentment.

“Bend over for me,” he instructs when his hands reach the small of my back.

“What?” I twist to look at him over my shoulder, alarmed.

“I need to wash you properly,” he explains, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Unless you never wash your ass?”

The crude question makes me splutter. “Of course I do, but-”

“Then bend over,” he repeats, one eyebrow raised in challenge. Mortified yet unwilling to let him think I have poor hygiene, I slowly bend forward, bracing my hands against the edge of the tub.

His bare hand slides slowly down the cleft between my cheeks, and I can’t suppress a moan at the intimate contact.

“You’re moaning,” he murmurs appreciatively. “You like being touched here, don’t you?”

Before I can deny it, his fingers spread my cheeks apart, and I feel cool air on my most private opening. I try to clench up, but his touch is so sure, so confident, that my body betrays me and relaxes instead.

“Please just hurry up and wash it,” I gasp as he keeps my ass cheeks open.

“Look at this pretty little hole,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “Pink, tight, and perfect. Bet no one’s ever touched you here before, have they?”

I shake my head, unable to form words as his finger begins to circle my anus with gentle pressure.

“No,” I whisper, shocked but unable to bring myself to stand back up.

“An anal virgin,” he continues, increasing the pressure slightly. “This gorgeous ass deserves attention. Deserves to be played with, stretched, filled.”

His dirty talk makes my recently satisfied pussy throb again. Without conscious thought, my hand slides between my legs to touch my swollen clit.

“I need to do this,” I say, and he chuckles.

“I agree. Touch that pretty pussy while I play with your ass. Show me what a good girl you are.”

His finger moves faster now, circling my sphincter with maddening precision while I rub my clit, quickly building toward another orgasm. The dual sensations are overwhelming. The taboo pleasure of having my ass stimulated combined with the direct pleasure of my fingers on my clit.

“Oh god.”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls. “Made to take pleasure, aren’t you? Made to be used in all your holes all at once.”

“What?” I moan in shock, unable to fathom what he’s saying. That’s not possible. But his words push me higher, my fingers moving frantically against my clit as he increases the pressure on my anus. Just as I’m about to come, I feel a strange new sensation building- a pressure I’ve never experienced before in my ass.

“Something’s happening…” I gasp, unsure if I should be alarmed.

“Let it happen,” he commands. “Don’t fight it. Give in to what your body wants.”

The pressure builds until it’s almost uncomfortable, then suddenly releases in a warm gush that makes me cry out in shock. The warm liquid comes from my asshole, and I’m suddenly scared I pooped all over the shower floor.

But as I quickly look down, there’s nothing, and he pulls his fingers away to show me a clear, sticky liquid.

“What the hell just happened?” I pant, straightening up and turning to face him, mortified and confused.

He looks tremendously pleased with himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Some special females have the ability to ejaculate from anal stimulation,” he explains. “It’s a natural lubricant that makes it easier to take a cock in your ass.”

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