Once in a Lifetime

No matter how interesting you are in your youth, we all grow boring once we have kids. You think you'll be the exception, but it's like that Talking Heads song about letting the days go by. I find myself wondering how I got here, but that song was released long before I was born. Whatever this momentum comes from the days going by, it has been part of human lives for a long time.

I often wonder what David Byrne meant when he said "Water flowing underground", though. It's clear that the song is mostly about floating along the river of life, but the 'underground' part feels different. For me, that line connects with the passion for life and searching nature that remains buried deep under the layers of playdates, increasing marital apathy, and a grinding work schedule. I think about this a little too much as I drive my preteens to their activities, in between them asking me to turn off the Talking Heads in favor of the latest Taylor Swift.

After some soul searching, I finally convinced myself I could still access the person I used to be if the right moment presented itself. It turns out I was right, but I never expected that moment to sprout from mortifying embarrassment.

And so it was that I found myself taking my kids to the community pool last summer. I would do my best to have fun, but at their age, the kids didn't want to play with me anymore. I ended up sitting poolside on my phone for two hours until they were ready to go. Feeling like I'd missed an opportunity, I took one dive into the water on the way out, so I could at least say I got wet.

This particular pool had individual unisex changing rooms, and I sent the kids to share one while I took another for myself. I used a sighing moment mid-change to mentally prepare myself for the drive home. I had been so deep in my head that I must not have locked the door, because a woman of about 25 opened it while I was standing completely nude. In the confusion and embarrassment of the moment, I saw her eyes widen in shock, then drift to my penis, which I can confidently say is pretty big -- not that I get a chance to use it. We both stood frozen for a moment before she stammered an apology and slammed the door.

I hurried into my street clothes and waited a long moment before leaving the changing room and rushing my kids towards the car. On the way out, I saw the girl again and was mortified to realize I knew her. She was my neighbor's daughter, Becca, who had moved away for college a couple of years before. She recognized me as well and blushed heavily as I averted my eyes as best I could.

I noted that she was still wearing her bikini, even though she was in the lobby past the changing rooms. If she left without changing clothes, did that mean she was headed to the front desk to report me? In today's climate, a middle-aged man can't "accidentally" forget to lock the door of his changing room. This couldn't end well.

But nobody stopped me as I loaded the kids into the car. I chanced a glance at Becca through my tinted side window as I drove away and gulped. She was absolutely stunning, but that was actually bad in this case. Women like her were constantly pestered by men, including the worst of us, so I wouldn't blame her for being jaded. Given all the bullshit she'd probably had to deal with, she was precisely the kind of girl who might call the police to chase down a 40-something pervert.

So I was terrified when I ran into Becca walking towards me on the sidewalk of our neighborhood later that week. I casually crossed the street to avoid her, but she crossed as well and walked determinedly towards me. Shit. I girded myself for a tough conversation and pretended to notice her for the first time, attempting to convey my very real embarrassment and mask my fear. Another line from the Talking Heads song flooded my mind, "And you may say to yourself, My God, what have I done?"

I was about to drop into full apology mode, but Becca jumped in before I could. "Mr Johnson", Becca said, "I'm so sorry about what happened the other day. That was such a random accident, and I never meant to barge in on you while you were changing." Relief flooded me as she continued, "I would be mortified if someone walked in on me while I was changing."

My eyes met hers momentarily, and I held up my hand. "It's okay. It was 100% my fault." Something about her deep brown eyes made me blather on in the most embarrassing way possible: "I was actually worried that you would think I left the door unlocked on purpose."

"What? Who would do that? Why would you even think of that?" she responded. I had stepped right back in it, but Becca's response was kind. "No, it could happen to anyone. Geez. No need to be so paranoid."

"Actually, I think it may have been fate. Running into you like that gave me a great idea for something I could do to increase my income. You would be the perfect person to help me out."

I was completely lost now. I tried to remember if I'd ever told Becca about my job or how I could possibly help her. Oh god, was she going to blackmail me?

Seeing my confusion, she jumped back in, "Damn, I'm probably going about this backwards. I'm sorry, this is kind of an awkward topic, and I didn't know how to bring it up. In fact, I still don't." Becca turned her head for a beat, taking in the neighborhood while she composed her thoughts. My eyes processed her appearance for the first time as she stared into the distance. A colorful tank top tightly hugged her firm, young breasts and offered no hint of a bra underneath. She wore a short, Summery skirt that showed off her tanned legs.

Finally, Becca looked back at me and finished her thought. "I guess there's no other way to say it. I couldn't help but see your giant.... erm.... manhood, and it's the biggest I've ever seen in real life. Do you know how to use it?"

I was more confused than ever, but Becca just plowed ahead. "I'm asking because I have an offer directly related to your 'member.' This is awkward to say on the sidewalk of my parents' neighborhood. Can we talk at your house?" I think she saw the reluctance in my eyes, so she added, "Come on, it will be fine," before crossing the street and heading towards my front door.

I was considering whether I should offer Becca some coffee, but she jumped back into the conversation as soon as we were inside. "Here's the thing. I need a dick. I paid my way through college by being a camgirl --don't tell anyone-- and I have a ton of followers. But the most popular girls have sex on camera, while I only do solo shows. I could make a lot more money by having actual sex on camera with a talented and well-endowed costar. Mr Johnson, you have a grade 'A' cock that could fit the bill, if you know how to use it. If you join me on some streams this summer, I could pay off my loans and buy a new car. Would you be willing to try a stream together?"

I'm sure my mouth was hanging open at this point, not only at her offer, but as I caught up to what was going on. First, I realized that running into Becca today wasn't an accident (I know, it's obvious in hindsight), and the sexy outfit she wore was just as intentional. Again, the lyrics ran through my head: "Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing

underground." This was one of those transformational moments I'd been imagining --imagine laying on your deathbed and being able to recall the summer you were a pornstar-- but I was scared to grasp it.

Luckily, Becca wasn't weighed down by the momentum of age. "I can see you thinking, but let me tell you what I'm thinking before you respond. Look, I got into camming because I needed money, but also because I love sex. We need to do a test run before we do an actual stream, so what if we just take a test drive right now? I'm a consenting adult, and I'm giving you the green light for casual sex. I promise I'll make it good for you, so you win even if we never stream together. Plus, I have to admit I'm insanely curious about that giant dick of yours, and I can see it starting to grow through your pants. Let's try this out; we have nothing to lose."

The lyrics echoed in my head: "And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful wife."

But Becca seized the moment for me. She pulled her tanktop off, shaking her ass and performing a little spin as she did. She took a moment to orient herself in the house, then walked purposefully towards my bedroom, peeling off more clothing with every step. By the time Becca reached the bedroom door, she was only wearing a pair of sexy panties. I had followed her across the house without even realizing it. She turned to face me, her fingers under the elastic of her panties as if she was about to take those off as well, then paused, "See, I knew you wanted me. Your eyes are glued to me right now, and your cock looks uncomfortably hard in those pants, but I'm still doing all of the work. Taking these panties off is something you'll have to earn." Becca held my eyes, waiting for me to..... what? Beg?

I took a moment to admire her nearly naked form. It made sense that men paid this woman just to see her naked, becasuse her tits were perfect; large, but also firm and perky. The rest of her body held the tone and tan of a swimmer, and her legs were works of art. Becca's many hours in front of the camera had perfected her art of seduction --unless that just came naturally to her? Becca's face held a combination of wholesome beauty and approachability, but her eyes smoldered with sex and the tiniest bit of a laugh. If you're going to seize the day, I thought there are worse things to do than beg for the attention of a woman like this.

Scanning the rest of her body, I remembered the name of the song in my head, "Once in a Lifetime." I found my reason and my spine.

"You can say whatever you want", I said, "but the wet spot in your panties gives you away, too. You're even more turned on than I am. You stalked me, waiting for the right moment to ambush me on the street. You wore a sexy outfit with no bra. You exude confidence, but at the end of the day, you'll do anything for this giant dick."

I pulled my pants off, releasing my rock hard cock. Becca had only seen my dick for a few seconds, and it wasn't hard at the time. She gasped and reached out to touch it, but I stepped back. "Ah, ah, ah, you're going to have to earn this cock, so drop those panties and show me how wet you are."Becca's underwear were on the floor before I even finished my sentence, and she was already running her fingers across the head and shaft of my cock in utter fascination. Becca's pussy was, indeed, dripping wet, and I wanted to fuck her that very second. But I knew I had to play this right to seize this moment.

"Hold it right there," I said, "the streams I've seen have slowly built up tension for the audience, they don't just rip off their clothes and jump straight into sucking and fucking. "I took another step back to pull my cock free from Becca's hand, and pointed to the chair that sat next to my bed. "Sit there and show me what you do for your viewers."

Becca obeyed, swaying her ass as she walked, then coyly covering her pussy as she settled into the chair, saying, "Oh, do you want to know how wet I am?" She slowly moved her hand to expose her herself lightly brushing her fingertip along her labia and clit as she moved. "As you can see, I am already dripping thinking about you, and I. Am. So. Turned. On." A small moan accompanied every one of her words, before she covered her pussy again with her hand. "But you need to be patient. A girl like me must be savored. I'm worth it." Then she winked, adding, "Unless you want to tip big....." as she licked her finger and circled it around one of her nipples.

Becca continued to tease me as if I was the camera, revealing her pussy again and rubbing her clit. She inserted the tip of her finger into her pussy before pulling it out and tasting it. She lifted one of her breasts to her mouth, saying "Everyone says my tits are too perfect to be real, but you can see that they're home grown when I move them like this. They're perky, but much softer than fake tits" she said as she pushed them together as if she was giving a boob job "and i wish you could be here to feel them."

I was transfixed by Becca doing a show just for me. I took a few steps forward and lifted Becca's hand onto my cock. A sly smile revealed her satisfaction at bringing me back to heel. Her hands gently caressed the my veiny shaft, and she slowly took the head of my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back for a moment to savor the pleasure.

Catching myself, and knowing I had to stay in control, I reached behind Becca's head and grabbed her hair, pulling her face just close enough to my dick to wrap her lips around the tip. A moment later, I pulled her head back, and I could feel her straining against me to get back to my huge cock, but instead I leaned her head back and kissed her deeply. Becca's tongue eagerly explored my mouth, before I pulled her away again, putting her mouth back on the tip of my penis. I yanked her back and forth like this between my cock and mouth a few times, allowing her no freedom and giving her no real satisfaction. Then, I looked at her pussy while her mouth encircled my head, and Becca was absolutely dripping wet now, the chair covered in her juices.

Pulling my dick away from her mouth again, I leaned down and inserted the tip of my finger into Becca's pussy, feeling how warm and wet it was and losing myself in the moment again. "I can see how turned on you are." I said "you're this wet before I even touched you, so you must be a dirty little slut." I changed positions so I could finger Becca's pussy and released my hold to let her suck my dick. I loved feeling her moans run through my cock as I slid my fingers in and out of her.

Becca wasn't acting for an imaginary camera now; she was beyond turned on. I was sure I had her entirely under my spell when she turned the tables once again. She pushed me down onto the floor and squatted over me, positioning the wet opening of her pussy against the tip of my cock, but not letting me in. She moved herself up and down by centimeters, letting me feel a frustrating hint of her pussy's wet warmth then backing off.

After doing this for a few minutes she had me transfixed, and I would have done anything to fuck her. But she had another trick in mind as well. She slipped two fingers deep into her pussy as I watched, before pulled them up to her mouth and licking them clean. When her fingers came back down, they lingered not on the opening of her pussy, but her tight ass instead. Rubbing in circles, Becca slowly slipped one finger into her ass, then two, before grabbing my cock again and holding the head up against her tight asshole. She slipped the first centimeters of my cock into her ass, letting me feel her sphincter give way slightly before pulling away.

Becca kept this up for several minutes, just as she had with her pussy. At this point I was aching with desire and I thought I might cum from even a single movement. No woman had ever been able to take my gigantic cock up her ass, and here was a 25 year old who looked like she could do it, but teasing me mercilessly with the idea.

Becca broke the silence, using her sexy cam girl voice to say "You're my bitch now. You'll do anything I say, any time I say it, just for the slightest touch of my body. You'll go to your grave thinking about my ass on your dying day." She continued slipping the first few centimeters of my cock in and out of her ass, clearly savoring the tension. "So stop being such a little pussy and fuck me with that giant cock of yours. I'll do whatever you want today, but if you can't make me cum before you do, you'll never see this pussy again."

I reached up and grabbed Becca's hair again, pulling her mouth onto mine and pushing her onto her back as I roughly shoved my cock fully into her pussy. My length and girth shocked her, even after seeing me hard all of this time, and all of Becca's bravado faded for a moment. She took a short breath, exhaling roughly as I slowly drew my cock most of the way out of her pussy. I thrust it roughly again, and she let out a whimpering scream of pleasure as her eyes closed. This time, I began to finger her clit with my cock buried to the hilt, continuing to do so as I slid my length out again agonizingly slowly. Becca's eyes rolled back and her legs began to shake as I the head of my cock neared her vulva. I paused in that position for a moment, with the head of my girthy cock just inside Becca's pussy, and my thumb rubbing circles on her clitoris. I wavered my hips a bit, as if I might slam home again at any minute when Becca lost herself to her first orgasm. Her body tensed and her pussy began to contract. Just as she was nearing the end I plunged my dick in balls deep, enhancing and extending Becca's orgasm as her face went slack and her legs gave out completely.

Becca collapsed onto the floor, with my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. Her body was twitching and tensing and I could feel the muscles of her pussy rolling in undulating waves of orgasm. "I guess you're my bitch now, too" I whispered. "I'll bet you'll give anything to get this cock again, and from this day forward, you'll compare every one of your lovers against me." This seemed to push Becca further over the edge, as she started grinding her clit against my belly with my dick still deep inside her, unable even to scream as the waves of orgasm flowed through her.

I began to move slowly in and out, only taking a few inches of my member out each time, but building in speed and ferocity with every thrust. Becca seemed to come back to awareness, saying "I want you to cum. I can't take much more of this. I want to feel it. Please, cum in my mouth and all over my face."

I continued thrusting, building myself towards what felt like the best climax of my life. When I was close, I pulled out and put my cock in Becca's face She greedily took the head into her mouth, sucking and licking while both of her hands worked up and down my shaft. Finally, she pushed her lips down on my cock as far as she could. Becca couldn't take the whole thing in her throat, but she managed 7 or 8 inches before I began to spurt. After taking the first few pumps in her throat, she pulled me out and kept rubbing my dick with her hands as I came all over her. Thick gobs of cum plastered her hair, covered her closed eyes, and dripped down her face, as Becca continued to jerk and lick my cock for more. She continued sucking long after I emptied, and the pleasure was almost more than I could bear.

Spent, I leaned forward and wiped cum away from Becca's eyes with my shirt. I tenderly tucked her hair behind her ears and held my palm against her cheek.

The sight of Becca covered in sweat and cum was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As she opened up her green eyes, she spoke. "That was intense," she said. "I've never experienced anything remotely like that, and I don't even know how to talk about it now. I think we may be the most sexually compatible people on earth, and the sexiest stuff mostly happened before you were even inside of me. You would have given me the biggest orgasm of my life with a 4 inch dick, but that fucking monster in your pants is on another level."

I nodded. "You did something to me, too. You had it right, and I am your bitch now. I will do anything to feel that again."

Becca sighed, "Fuuuuuuccccckkkk, I was only teasing you when I said that, but you're right. I'm addicted. I will do anything to feel that again, for even the slightest taste of your perfect cock."

Suddenly, I realized what time it was. Becca and I had been at it for over an hour, and my wife would be coming home soon. I got dressed while Becca went to the bathroom to clean the rest of my cum from her face and hair. She came back wearing her skirt and tank top again, but held her wet and ruined panties in a ball in her hand.

"Well, these will have to be tossed," Becca said.

"And I'll probably have to burn that chair, or else we'll get caught," I said, pointing to the wet mess on the chair Becca had used for her show. Grabbing her panties, I said, "Let me keep these."

Becca grabbed my hand, pulling it under her skirt to feel her wetness. 'You might as well," she said, "because just thinking about today will make me too wet to wear panties ever again."

I leaned over and kissed her deeply, the strength of our connection evident by the movement of our bodies, when I heard a car pulling into the driveway. I quickly led Becca out the back door and to the gate in our backyard.

As I watched her walk away, I asked, "So did I pass the audition? For the cam show?"

Becca blushed and said, "I had totally forgotten that's how this all started. I'm almost embarrassed that was why I approached you, but if I hadn't...." We could distantly hear my wife and kids entering the house as Becca said "Fuck. If we ever did anything close to that on cam, I could probably retire in a week. I don't know, though, I might want to just keep you for myself."

With that, she turned to walk away, and I took a moment to watch her beautiful ass before I left to go inside. Smiling, I threw a blanket onto the ruined chair in my bedroom. I greeted my family, but I knew Becca was all I would be thinking about tonight.

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After my encounter with Becca, I couldn't think of anything else the rest of the afternoon. We'd only spent an hour together, but sex with her had been one of the most passionate and intense experiences of my life.

I know how that sounds. I'm an older guy and I just had sex with a younger woman --a literal pornstar-- so of course it's going to feel like a revelation. It's textbook mid-life crisis, and a natural reaction to being with a new woman after almost 20 years of monogamy with my wife.

None of that is wrong, per se. My wife is still beautiful, but she's not 25 anymore. We still have sex, but not that often, and definitely not with the wild abandon we used to. I feel bored and stale, and I ruminate on the lyrics of Talking Heads songs like some old sad bastard. If we're playing mid-life crisis bingo, I just filled my card.

But I felt sure my afternoon with Becca had been more than a midlife fever dream. Something happened, something was unlocked, almost like a religious experience. Every time I closed my eyes, I reveled in visions of her body and the things we'd done, getting hard just from the memory as if I were a teenager. A new song by the Talking Heads now bounced around my head:

"And she was drifting through the backyard. And she was taking off her dress. And she was moving very slowly. Rising up above the earth."

"Shit," I muttered to myself, "that is so corny." Maybe what I had revived wasn't the passionate and confident man I used to be, but my dramatic and angsty youth. If that was true I should focus on enjoying the moment and lean into having some horny fun with a smoking hot coed. Becca and I had a good time, and I felt sure we'd meet up again. I wasn't about to leave my wife for her, but we could hook up when our schedules allowed. I could also find her stream and get a taste of her daily. Imagine dating one of those OnlyFans girls and making her follow your every lustful order while the paying customers could only watch.

My thoughts turned again and again to Becca holding my cock against her asshole. I remembered feeling myself slip in a bit as she hovered over me, and she had me convinced she would pull me deeper at any minute. Had Becca really been ready to take my cock in her ass, or had she just been teasing me? The women in my life had sometimes been afraid of taking my giant manhood in their pussy, so their asses were definitely off limits. The few times I had tried anal with my partners had ended in enough pain and frustration that I stopped asking, so Becca broaching the idea herself was a huge turn on.

Becca and I had no way to communicate, though. We didn't have each other's phone numbers or emails. Using either was probably a terrible idea anyway, unless we wanted to get caught. I constantly looked out our front window, hoping she would walk by. I looked for a secret sign from her as I walked out to get the mail. I drove past her parents' house when I ran out for an errand, hoping to glimpse her. That all sounds so dramatic when you understand that I had seen Becca just the previous afternoon, and most of my time since had been spent with my wife and family, but I was so hungry for her I could barely stand it.

So, when I heard the back gate of our yard yawn open moments after my wife left with the kids, I almost sprinted to my backyard. Based on the timing, Becca must have been stalking me as well, which made my stomach churn like a high-schooler.

There she stood, peeking sheepishly through the open gate. Becca wore short shorts and an oversized sweatshirt with her hair in a ponytail, but she couldn't have dripped with more sex appeal if she wore the most erotic lingerie. We embraced and kissed passionately as I closed the gate behind her.

After a moment, Becca pulled away and said, "Is this real? I've been thinking about you every minute since yesterday, but it feels like I must have exaggerated everything in my mind. Did you drug me? Are you fucking with me?"

I said nothing, instead reaching down under Becca's ass to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed her against the fence. I kissed her deeply with a passion that I hoped was unmistakable, and Becca surely felt my hard cock throbbing against her from inside my pants.

Becca reached down to unbuckle my pants as I pulled her away from the fence and carried her into the house. Setting her ass down on the kitchen counter, I slipped my pants to the ground before reaching down to slide Becca's shorts down her legs. Just like yesterday, her pussy was already dripping wet, and I positioned my cock at the opening of her vulva, tucking part of the tip inside.

Becca moaned, grabbing my back and pulling me towards her. I resisted, though, repositioning my dick to slide my length along her pussy, rather than pushing myself inside. I whispered in her ear, saying, "If you're still not sure this is real, let me show you." as I began to lower my face towards her pussy. I couldn't kiss my way down because Becca still wore her oversized sweatshirt, so I quickly found myself inches from her perfect pussy. I began to gently kiss around her sex, and Becca leaned back on the counter, her legs hanging over my shoulders for support.

I continued to kiss along Becca's pussy, mixing in some subtle licks while holding off on intense licking or sucking. I wanted to draw this out, but it took every ounce of my willpower to hold back. I let a kiss linger on Becca's clit, allowing myself to suck lightly and circle my tongue around her most sensitive area. After so much build-up, I felt her body tense immediately, and I pulled back slightly, resuming gentle pecks and flicks of the tongue. I landed another kiss on her clit with more intensity as I started licking and sucking with more vigor. After another minute, I raised my fingers to gently rub her pussy at the same time.

"Fuck!" Becca moaned, "I guess yesterday was real. Lick my pussy like my little bitch. Your only job is to make me cum."

For once, I followed her orders, grinding my face into her as my fingers began to explore the depths of her pussy. Becca grabbed my head as she released a scream, "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Kneel on the filthy floor and serve me!"

At that, I redoubled my efforts, plunging my fingers deeper into her pussy to find her g spot, while using my lips and tongue to focus on her clit. It only took seconds for her orgasm to start, but she seemed to keep cumming forever. Becca's pussy tightened around my fingers and her juices flowed freely over my face and down my chin. Her toes arched, and she lay her body fully back on the counter, moaning and screaming incoherently as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, before finally going limp.

I spoke up now that she was fully under my spell. "I may be your WILLING servant, but you're my fucking sex slave. You couldn't wait two minutes to see me once my wife left, and I know you would do anything to be with me again. And I've barely touched you with this giant cock. You're mine."

I gave Becca's clit a few more tiny licks, enjoying the way she tensed and jerked at the slightest touch. My fingers savored the feel of her sticky and nearly impossible wetness before I slowly pulled them from her pussy. She WAS mine, at least for today.

I was acting tough, but my mind echoed the most syrupy lyrics from that same Talking Heads song: "The world was moving. She was floating above it. Things were looking like a movie. And she was."

The song felt less corny now as Becca lay spread out before me, and she let down her guard. "Fuck," she said, "you're so fucking right. Your dick was the thing that caught my eye, but you completely owned me twice over without even using it. You fucked me so thoroughly yesterday that I spent all morning spying on your house for just another taste of you. I would do anything for more." Becca's eyes sparkled with passion.

Becca slid herself off the counter and pushed herself against me in a lover's embrace, releasing all hesitation or resistance in the process. She seemed smaller and more fragile now as she tucked her head against my chest, then tipped her head up for a deep kiss. As she moved a bit, her naked hip brushed against my still throbbing erection. "Shit" she said, "you made me cum so hard I completely left you hanging.... Err standing at attention. You broke me so thoroughly that I almost forgot I was your adoring sex slave. What can I do for you, master?"

I licked my suddenly dry lips as my mind drifted back to the thought dominating my mind since yesterday. "Okay. When you were on top of me yesterday you teased with me by pushing my cock against your asshole. A burden of having a giant penis is that no woman has been able to take me anally. Were you really ready to do it, or just fucking with me?"

"Oh. I meant it at the time. But I also wasn't in my right mind because of how turned on you got me. I may have bitten off more than I could chew, but a good slave keeps her promises. This thing we have is special, and I would do fucking anything to make you feel good. I'm scared, but I'm game."

As great as this sounded, my heart sunk a bit because other women had been willing to 'try' anal, only for our night to end in pain when my oversized cock began to enter their tiny ass. But Becca didn't let that worry linger. She reached down to put her hand around my shaft while sinking to her knees.

"First, we need to make sure your dick is lubed up and ready. I don't have to EVER worry about you being hard enough, but I want you soaked in my spit." Becca sucked and gagged on my cock, building up a trail of drool from her mouth. "Then, I need to make sure I'm ready. I actually think anal with you will be hot as hell, but only if I'm properly prepared." Becca reached up to her mouth to gather spit. She coated two fingers, then turned around so I could see her slip those fingers sensualy into her ass. She clearly had lots of practice doing this, probably from her shows, and I was transfixed as she worked her fingers in and out for a while. Becca seemed to be enjoying showing off for me, when she suddenly pulled her fingers from her ass. She reached for my hand, guiding my fingers into her mouth, where she licked and sucked them as if she was giving the best blowjob of her life. The sight was fucking hot, but paled compared to the moment when she pulled my hand towards her ass. "Now you," she moaned as she guided my fingertips towards her slightly open rosebud.

I slipped the tip of one finger into Becca's asshole, noting the tightness around even something so small. As I slowly pushed deeper, she moaned, and I swear she had a tiny orgasm right then, from the way her asshole convulsed. Once my finger was fully inside, I moved it in and out for a moment before pulling it out again. I reached across the counter to grab a bottle of olive oil, spilling a healthy drip onto Becca's dirtiest place before beginning to rub my fingers in circles around her opening. Her ass relaxed and I used the oil to push two fingers into her with a slow and steady motion. Her eyes closed, and she shook again with what I think was another little orgasm.

Becca opened her eyes and turned to face me as she pulled her oversized sweatshirt over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her breasts were even more magnificent than I remembered. "You're a dirty boy," she said, "but you have good ideas." Becca grabbed the bottle of olive oil and poured a liberal amount onto her tits. She dropped back to her knees and touched the tip of my cock to the biggest drip of oil, using my glans to spread the slippery substance around her nipples and across her breasts. Becca put on a show as she lubed me up, which was so fucking sexy.

"I have to be careful" she said, "I love the feeling of your hot cock so much on my nipples it's almost enough to make me cum. But I'm doing this to serve you, master, not me."

I knew this was Becca using her camgirl voice to turn me on, but it was still hot as hell. I guess this was why men on the internet pay to see her shows, but this one was all for me. All thoughts fled my head as Becca slipped my cock between her oily tits and squeezed them tight around me. After all of the teasing, I almost came right then.

"I don't know how long I can handle you in my ass, daddy," the camgirl persona again "so I need to make you feel good first so you don't last too long. If I build up the tension and get you fully lubed up, you might cum before you're even in, and I can save my little ass from getting wrecked." With that, she leaned her head down and put the tip of my cock in her mouth, the shaft still buried between her pillowy tits. "Just like you've always wanted to try anal, I've always wanted to suck a man's cock while giving him a boob job, but none of the guys I've been with ever had a dick long enough. This is one of MY fantasies, but if I keep this up, maybe you'll spray my tits with your cum instead of fucking my ass, and I'll keep you waiting another day."

I grabbed her ponytail hard and shoved her mouth down onto my dick. "No, you'll do as I say, like a good little sex slave. You've had your fun, but now it's time to pay up." With that, I bent Becca over a nearby couch and positioned the head of my cock against her asshole.

"No, daddy, you're right. My body only exists to serve you, and that includes my little asshole." Becca pouted as if caught, still in the camgirl voice, "My ass has never had anything as big as your cock, but it's yours to take. Just lie back and I'll make you feel good."

Becca laid me on my back on the cold kitchen floor and squatted over my cock, just as she had the day before. She was facing me, putting her tits and pussy on full display as she dipped the very tip of my penis a few centimeters into her oiled-up asshole.

Becca spoke in her normal voice again. "This is what put you over the top yesterday, isn't it? This is what you've been thinking about all night as your cock grew rock hard imagining what would have happened if I had just pushed down a little harder." A that moment, she lowered herself a bit putting almost the full head of my cock into her ass, letting me feel her delightful warmth and tightness. "But I also know what you really want. You don't just want to fuck my perfect little ass, you want the the full Becca experience. You want to let yourself be my little bitch. I may be your fucking sex slave, but a good slave knows when to give their master what they asked for, and when to give them what they need." Becca had pulled the head of my cock back out as she spoke, and now she put it in a centimeters deep again. "And what you NEED is to want this more than anything you've ever wanted in your life. I want you in my ass so bad that I came when you put one finger inside. I want your cock so bad that my pussy is dripping grool all over you." With that, Becca slipped the tip of my cock into her pussy, coating it with her juices. "But I'm willing to deny myself for your pleasure. I know what you need, and what you need is to beg for it. Despite your confidence and your enormous endowment, what you need is to be the bitch of a little college girl half your age. Beg for it."

She had me. She was right, I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted her ass right now, and I was willing to do anything to get it. Becca had taken all of the power back, and I opened my mouth; "Please let me in your ass. Please make me feel good. Please give this little bitch what he deserves."

"That's not good enough." Becca's voice was commanding now. She had gone from pandering cam girl, to slave, to dominating mistress in just a few minutes, and I fucking loved every minute of it. "It's not enough to ask and say please. The magic word isn't worth shit from a little bitch like you." Becca pushed the head of my cock ever so slightly into her ass again, but just enough so I could feel what I was missing. "Promise yourself to me. Tell me that you'll serve me wherever and whenever I ask. Declare me your owner.

This was serious. We were playing a game with each other, but there was a truth behind it all. When I spoke, my voice was wholly sincere. "I've never felt anything like being with you. From this day forward, I'll do whatever you ask to serve your body, and I think you feel the same. I want your perfect little ass because you awoke an animal lust in me I've never felt before. But what I really want is you."

Becca plunged downward, taking my enormous cock into her ass six inches deep in one slow, steady motion. She pulled up and sank again, this time to seven inches. She groaned with the effort of fitting me inside of her tiny little ass, her face serious as she worked her way down each time, but her pleasure was also evident. 5 or 6 strokes later, Becca had my dick in her ass down to the balls. As she reached the bottom, her body shuddered and the muscles in her ass contracted in orgasm. She screamed in pleasure as I watched her pussy contract and squirt. She threw her head back, grinding against me without letting my cock out even an inch. Her pussy was now squirting fiercely and her eyes fixed on mine.

When she finished, she began moving up and down on my cock, rising up six inches each time before slamming herself down to the base. It was Becca's turn to be sincere. Her eyes teared up a bit, and it was clear that she was feeling something intense, but the reason she was crying wasn't pain or sorrow, but joy.

"Do you see?" Becca thrust me up and down in her ass as she said this. "You made me cum just from the opportunity to serve you. (Another thrust) Putting your dick up my ass was hard (thrust). It hurt, and I wanted to give up (thrust), but I continued to do it FOR YOU. (Thrust) And when I made it, (thrust) when your full (thrust) 10 inches (thrust) was in my ass (thrust) I came (thrust) from feeling (thrust) so happy (thrust) and proud (thrust). I had done it for you (thrust). I had (thrust) made you (thrust) feel good (thrust)." Becca increased her rhythm as she continued, "I gave (thrust) you something (thrust) you have (thrust) fantasized (thrust) about (thrust) your (thrust) whole (thrust) life (thrust). My (thrust) body (thrust) was (thrust) made (thrust) to (thrust) fit (thrust) yours (thrust). I (thrust) am (thrust) your (thrust) willing (thrust) fucking (thrust) slave (thrust)."

Becca sped up further now, no longer matching her body's movements to her words. She grew wild, bucking and moaning while still talking. "Holy shit, your cock is unreal. I've never been taken so fully, body and mind. Oh. Fuck. Holy. Fuck. Shit. I'm. Cuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggg!"

With that, she began to tense and spasm as her body exploded, crying out in ecstasy as the muscles of her ass constricted around my aching cock. She squirted again (I would later find out she'd never squirted before today), and her orgasm put me over the top. I began dumping sperm into Becca's tight ass, and she pulled me out and took me in her mouth to finish. Cum dripped from her ass, but also flooded from her mouth as my gigantic cumshot overwhelmed both of us. She rolled her eyes in the pleasure of taking my cum, knowing that she had coaxed this fountain out of me -- another sign of my burning desire for her. Becca's eyes grew large as she worked to swallow spurt after spurt, although there was simply too much. When I ran dry, she continued to swipe her tongue around my glans as my body shivered and she sucked every remaining drop out of me.

It was only then that I realized how spent and sweaty I was. How our tension had built and held for over an hour as we took turns torturing and pleasing each other. Becca took my dick out of her mouth and smiled.

We didn't talk much for a while. We had made all of the admissions we were going to make today and spoken volumes with our bodies during sex the last two days. Now, we just wanted to be with each other. We showered together, having our first quickie with warm water flowing over our naked bodies. Becca's pussy was smooth as silk and we fit each other perfectly. After cleaning up, we had some lunch without ever breaking physical contact, whether Becca sat supine in my lap or we simply entwined our pinkies.

Becca curled against mine at every chance, putting her head on my shoulder or chest as I held her close. I wanted to fuck her again and again, and I know Becca wanted it, too, but this quiet intimacy was what we both needed at this moment.

Finally, Becca smiled a happy but slightly wicked smile. " I know your wife will be home soon, and I have to leave. Make no mistake, though. You've taken ownership of my body these last two days --my pussy has been dripping wet for hours just from being near you-- and that comes with responsibility to give it the attention it deserves. But," She grasped my shaft through my sweats, "This fucking cock also belongs to me. Don't worry, I'll still LET you use it on your wife. I may even order you to do some things to her, because no woman deserves to be neglected. You said you're my bitch, but I intend to remind you of it daily as you find yourself greedily acceding to my every command. I will come to you tonight after your family is asleep, but you are to think only about this until then." Becca leaned in to give me a passionate kiss, then bent and pulled her shorts aside to show me her perfect pussy.

"That's so hot. I know I'll be on your mind as well, but I'll leave you with this. I pulled my hard cock from my pants and rubbed the tip against Becca's pussy. She attempted to slide onto me, but I held myself back. "Oh, no. You set the rules, and now you'll have to live with them. You'll have to wait until tonight, same as me." I pushed into her, but held my hand just below my glans so I couldn't go too deep, as I pulled Becca's head around for another kiss. Her body shuddered in anticipation of me going deeper. Then I gave her a gentle push and said, "Now get out of here. You've got some planning to do if you want to win tonight."

My eyes focused on her pussy as she backed away and I watched a line of my precum stretch between her opening and my cock before dripping onto the floor. She was right, this was all I would think about the rest of the day.

Becca gave me a sly wink and lifted her sweatshirt, flashing her perfect tits as she stepped through the back door. "I have planning to do? You're the one who better get to work, because I don't think a little bitch like you can handle a body like this." She swept her hand over her body to reinforce her point, but I only saw the sultry twinkle in her deep brown eyes.

"See the lights of a neighbor's house. And now she's starting to rise. Take a minute to concentrate. And she opens up her eyes."

Unable to help herself, Becca stared at me longingly and ran back for one last kiss before heading out the back gate. I stood gaping at the void she'd left in her wake.