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Sure, enough the cold dollop of lube dribbled between my ass cheeks warmed up nicely, making it even more pleasant as Ragnar started to spread it around and make sure some got inside. When I was nice and lubed up, I felt something pressing against me.

“Is that you?”

“No, not yet. This is called a butt plug honey; it will help get you ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

I reached back with both hands and spread wide as he carefully worked the plug inside me, stroking my lower back with his free hand as he did so. He sure knew how to relax me.

The plug popped into place, the edges of the base brushing against me with any move, as Ragnar slowly fingered my lubed-up pussy, helping me to relax. Particularly after I reached orgasm.

“That should do it,” he said, as I panted into the love red pillow.

“Oh, good,” I managed between gasps for sweet oxygen.

The plug felt a lot better coming out then going in, Ragnar still stimulating my pussy as he worked it free.  I could actually feel how much my asshole was stretched without even needing to see it. Wide enough that I might just be able to take a cock as magnificently massive as Ragnar’s. We were sure going to give it the old college, try in any case.

“Push down,” he said, the head of his well-lubed cock pressing against me.

I did my best, breathing out slowly as he slid inside. Only the head caused any real problems. Once that was in though, it was pretty much smooth sailing, Ragnar getting a little more than half his cock inside me before I let out a yelp.

Backing off to a much more comfortable depth, he started to move, slowly pumping me, holding my hair back so he could see my face. Leaning down, without breaking his rhythm, my loving husband kissed me passionately as he tenderly took my anal virginity in our honeymoon bed.

I didn’t know I could have an orgasm this way, but he was quick to show me that I absolutely could, and the pleasure ripping through me was new and intense. And as I screamed and tightened around him in release, I heard his own grunts of climax and felt the heat of his cum flooding my insides.

He pulled out slowly, gently, and tugged me into his arms as he collapsed on the bed. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Right back at you,” I whispered drowsily, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life marching to the beat of his drum.

THE END

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My phone binged with a new message as I glutted down the foul-tasting stuff. Tapping the happy little icon, I was informed of a Zoom request from the man himself. Pulling myself together following a spasm of girlish squealing, I put on my most professional face and tapped the link.

“Hi Candide.”

My heart skipped a beat as my pussy tightened. He looked as handsome as ever, as dashing and polished over a video screen as he was positioned in his seat of power downtown. The fact he still insisted on wearing his trademark tweed suit and Oxford cloth shirt even for online meetings helping this impression no end.

It was honestly difficult to tell how old he was just by looking at him. His face looked young, and movie-star handsome, but his jet-black hair was shot through with streaks of light gray. My own independent research placed him at 35, just over a decade beyond my own age.

A bit of a gap but nothing too scandalous, even though you wouldn’t know it by looking at him, or me to be honest. No matter how professional I tried to look, I still came across mostly as a teenager playing at adulthood, rather than an adult, albeit a young one, with an important job to be done. I got more than a few looks after my promotion, that was for damn sure.

“Candide? Are you okay?”

It still felt funny to hear him say my name. Not that I hadn’t heard it before, it just sounded different coming from him.

“Yeah, yes, sir, just a bit tired,” I faltered.

“What have I said about the sir?”

“That if I insist on using it, I’d better salute?” I answered, fighting the urge to giggle.

“Exactly, so either get your hand up or call me Ryan. If you aren’t comfortable with that, please at least go with Mr. Owens, understood?”

“Yes, si- Ryan,” I said, trying it out, just to see how it felt in my mouth.

It felt good.

“Much better.”

He gave an approving nod and flashed me a smile that made my heart skip and my pussy drip. Fuck, he was hot! I was far from the only girl who had the hots for him, I knew, but that didn’t stop me from hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might like me too.

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