GIRLS ANUS

His penis was swollen with excitement and he stirred it into the bowl. "The ritual bath before the consummation," he joked and then plied into the bowl with his fingers, "and some for you as well!"

Cindy was now shaking with fear after seeing the swollen organ, but more by the look on the man's face. A look that men had when faced by a fresh young beauty, a look of unbridled lust. He would go berserk and rip and tear into her tiny hole till he had satiated himself. But there was no escape for Cindy now, even if she could have mustered the courage in that short time; besides, she reasoned that the money would be compensation enough for some minutes of torture.

His oily fingers gently parted her cheeks and stroked her crease, allowing the soothingly warm oil to ease the tension of her butt. He also threw a cushion at her and commanded, "Put that under your elbows and lean forward. Don't let your legs take all the weight; I don't want any tension in your muscles. That way it's easier on you." Thanks for the consideration, she wanted to snap back, when she felt his mouth on her cheeks, biting and sucking on the flesh. One oily finger was on the rim of her anus, going round and round in circles and then trailing along the crease before returning to tease that tiny hole.

Her anus responded to the stimulation by losing its' tension and opening up to allow some of the oil to pour inside on its' own. He stopped gorging on her cheeks and seemed to be standing tall, but he still hadn't penetrated her with the finger. As she relaxed and spread her legs slightly even the finger was removed. "My hands are too oily. I can't hold you," said the man as he turned to wipe off the excess oil. Cindy looked around at the cubicle and admired the color on the walls, totally relaxed by the unexpected break in the sexual tension.

The man carried out his next moves soundlessly and with an extremely light touch, all for her benefit she realized later. So she did not notice his hands on her cheeks and only noticed the parting of those delectable globes when it was too late. She felt a whiff of air in her crease and then his hands, by which time he had brought his oily penis forward and was smoothly sliding it into her anal passage. The heavy lubrication neutralized all resistance and Cindy only let out a spontaneous low moan to welcome the first male organ into her rear entrance.

The sphincter muscle around the ring of the anus and indeed the muscles of the anal passage were confused by the smooth thrust and could not tighten to block the steady advance of the customer's penis. Cindy herself had been taken unawares, for only a moment ago she had been studying the decor of the cubicle and now the customer was fucking her ass to his heart's content. "Oh baby! You are so good...I knew you would take me in...aahh! Aah! So good…ahh! Good! Good..."

His penis was hot and hard, thrusting and throbbing along every inch of her anal walls, and he moaned and breathed in sharp gusts with every move. She on her part breathed softly in tune with him, because her own muscles were being massaged as well and the blood was circulating to her ass which he was gripping hard and to her thighs which were being continually slapped by his thrusting body.

But Cindy was enjoying the act, not as an active participant but as a willing receptacle for his passion. She gloried in the subtle power that she enjoyed, over the fact that he was going crazy behind her, over the heat and throb of his penis. She lavished in his moans and cries of pleasure that contrasted sharply with her own silent breathing.

The customer had thrown his head back now and his thrusts were shorter and quicker, and he gripped her ass hard and gloried in his total domination over her. "AAAHH! AAAH...OH BABY! YES!...Ahhh! ahhh!" he gushed and gushed in voluminous spurts even as he rammed his cock deep into her ass.

In the wee hours of the next morning, Cindy made her way back to the town and into the comfort of her apartment and warm bed. There was no way she could attend college that day she realized but there was more than adequate consolation in the hefty amount of cash that she had earned at Booty Camp. She would get the next night off, show her face at college tomorrow and then strut her stuff for all those desperate men.

Back in the ladies room she had had a long chat with most of the other girls there, all of course with well-stacked and shapely rears but also very young like Cindy. They told her that very few girls lasted more than a week or two at that place and indeed none of that group had been serving there for more than three or four days. The manager seemed to have the uncanny knack of spotting gorgeous young females, and of coaxing them into having their asses fondled, tweaked and licked by rich perverts.

And why pray were these pervs so nuts about our buns, Cindy wanted to know? Well, men were fixated on the curvy behind, was the unanimous answer, to the extent of focusing all their sexual energies on that vulnerable piece of flesh.

Breasts, legs and bellies were important too, said one of the girls, but none had that swaying motion that set men's hearts on fire and none of the former came close to signifying feminine beauty as much as the ass. And it was all there in the real world, whether it were lingerie clad supermodels on the ramp or bikinied bottoms on the beaches, men were dying to get their hands on those rounded symbols of sexuality and youth.

But couldn't these men squeeze the buns of their wives and mistresses, asked Cindy? They were rich enough to summon prostitutes or call girls and bang their asses all they liked. Sure, countered another sweet faced blonde, but that would involve risking their reputation and they wanted to avoid long haggling and were not sure of having their desires fulfilled. These men had everything that life had to offer so what they were looking for was something different, some even believed that ass-fucks were an art form, and they wanted it without the burden of relationships hampering their passion.

Some men looked for domination, sheer power over pretty young girls who ordinarily wouldn't give them a second look, others worked out their private rage and frustrations, with a submissive girl bending over for them and taking in their wild thrusts without protest. But wasn't it unnatural for men to only focus on butts when the other body parts were there for the taking? Surely they could cop a feel and dig into the real thing demanded Cindy? Oh no, no way came the chorus of replies. That's not what they wanted, they could get plenty of that at home, and in any case the management was strict about the terms of the agreement.

When any guy gets an eyeful of a pair of sweet cheeks he goes nuts and when that guy happens to have a special taste for ass-fucks and the desperate desire to dominate he comes to Booty Cafe. The anus was not a sexual organ and the girls couldn't participate in the act as equals even if they wanted to....hell they couldn't do pretty much anything! It was the guy's show all the way. They just had to lie face down and take all that the guy gave them, down to the last orgasmic frenzy.

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