Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica

Learning to Love Anal

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A young woman leaves rushed hookups behind and learns how a skilled touch can turn something feared into intense pleasure.

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You've entered Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form. I'm Poison Ivy, your seductive guide through stories that tease, tempt, and tangle the senses. New tales every Monday and dulge deeper on patreon.com slash poison ivy erotica and explore more on my Amazon author page. Links in the description. Now, surrender to the heat of this week's story, Learning to Love Animal. Written and read by myself. I enjoy anal sex a lot. But that didn't used to be the case. Just a little over a year ago, I avoided anything to do with anal sex. Mostly because every time I attempted it, it had hurt so bad that I wouldn't let the guy continue. I didn't just try once and then never again. I tried on multiple occasions with different men. My last boyfriend would literally beg for it every night, like some type of obsession. No matter how much I tried, I could not let him pass a few seconds and barely an inch in. One time I had been snooping through his phone. I didn't find him talking to other girls or anything. I first encountered all different types of ass photos. If I thought that was shocking, I definitely wasn't prepared for the volumes of videos he had saved. I never told him I saw his obsession. But it eventually broke us up. I was tired of the constant begging and knew I would never be able to give him what he craved the most my ass. After Mr. S obsessed, I fucked a few guys here and there. None of them really satisfied me. They were just okay. It wasn't until I met this older man when I was out having cocktails alone at a bar in town. His name was Jerry, and he changed my life. I learned he was here on business and came to town at least once a month. He had told me what he did at the time. It was something impressive but complicated. He had gone in one ear and out the other. He rarely talked about his home life. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Later I would find out that was because Jerry was married and they had three kids. His wife never found out about me because I was never more than a fun time while he was here. I never tried to be anything and didn't want to be. I enjoyed our time together, but he wasn't the type of guy I would be in a relationship with. I was too young and wanted to see what was out there. So back to the cocktail bar. I was there alone because I wanted to try something different. My girlfriends were all about club life and hooking up with random people. I was tired of that. The boys we had met out were immature and didn't take care of a woman's needs. This weekend I decided to go to a local cocktail bar that was located in a high class hotel. I dressed to impress that night. I spent literally hours getting myself ready from my clothes, hair, and makeup all the way down to my nails and toe dance. I mean, you never knew if the guy was going to have a foot fetish or something. So I wanted every part of me to be perfect. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous going to such a classy establishment to drink. I had given this a lot of thought though, and knew I wasn't going to chicken out. If I didn't find a guy that was a decent fuck, I was gonna go insane. I wanted older and more refined, as these younger guys are just about getting themselves off. They don't take the time to explore a woman's body and spend time bringing her to war, I guess, over and over before even thinking about themselves. Another benefit was that an older man would be much more discreet about our time together. The last guy I hooked up with made sure to let all his friends know. It was like a badge of honor for him to get laid. An older man has gotten laid enough that he doesn't need validation from others. I wanted to get fucked, but didn't want everyone to know or to start thinking I was loose or something. I also wanted an older man for his experience. He'd already have fucked a good number of different types of women. He'll know where to touch and how hard or soft to caress. I hate when young guys start sucking and twisting your nipples like hungry children and having trouble getting the milk to start. Or worse, when they play with your clip and like it's not attached to your body. It's like they don't understand. We can feel the slightest touch there. Yeah, they're digging it in like there's gold hitting it there. That's if they even go down at all. There have been too many times when I've been all excited to have my body played with just to have him want me to suck his dick and then slams it in without even caring if I'm even the littlest wet. If I'm lucky, I'll get an orgasm. But too often they get so excited, their dicks in a woman, that they come before you even get half an orgasm. Or their rhythm is so uncoordinated that your body can't orgasm. Then you just feel disappointed and wait for them to leave so you can finish the job yourself. Tonight, I was going out to a classy establishment and going to find myself an older, more sophisticated man to satisfy my needs. Because if I didn't find someone soon, I was going to have to resort to desperate measures. Since I was about sixteen years old, I'd started getting times of the month where I'm just insationably ignoring. Like, I need dick and I need a lot, and it better be a good pounding. It was around ten that night when I entered the hotel's bar for the first time. And most definitely not my last. I decided to have a seat at the bar. That way I could be more approachable and seen. I was my second drink when he walked in. I noticed him right away because several females at the other end of the bar stopped jabbering to stare at him. He really had his classier about him. His hair was dark grey with some lighter grey speckles throughout. He was wearing a dark suit that looked like it had been tailored just for him. And I'm sure it had been. His eyes were just as dark or darker than his suit. He took a seat a couple stools down from me, yet closer than the other women at the end of the bar. They continued to giggle and started to try and flirt from across the bar. He didn't seem to take any notice of them. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he ordered a drink. We sat there drinking our drinks while the girls got bored and eventually left to go find a place that was more suited for them. After I finished my drink, he made his move. After I ordered, he told the bartender to fill it to his room. I smiled and thanked him. His smile bag was full of mystery and a hint of desire. We were practically the only ones there at the time, so I moved closer so I could more properly thank this gentleman. I smiled as I sat down. I left a seat between us. I wanted to thank you for paying for my drink, I said. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. My pleasure, he said, smiling back at me. He had such an alluring smile. I felt myself melting inside. After some small talk, he asked, So it brings a beautiful young girl to a hotel bar all by herself. This was the moment of truth. I could either make something up that he would believe, or I could tell him the truth and risk him becoming offended. He might think I'm a big slut coming out all dressed up to find an older man to take care of my cardinal needs. After a little pause, I decided to tell him the truth. I decided if he thinks I'm a slut from wanting this, then so be it. I'd probably never see him again anyways. This is going to sound awful, I know. I just figured this would be the best place to find the kind of guy I'm looking for. And coming along would make me more approachable. I looked down at the bar, avoiding his eyes. I didn't want to see the look of disgust I thought must surely be there. I waited and waited and he didn't say anything. Finally, I looked up and he was smiling at me. I know he could tell I was nervous and inexperienced in picking up a guy outside. I don't think that's awful at all. In fact, I like a woman that knows what she wants and goes for it. I smiled back and made me feel at ease. I felt like I could tell him my deepest, darkest desires without fear of him judging or looking down on me. Just as I was thinking this, he said. So tell me, if you were to meet the right guy here, what would make him different or better than what you're used to? So many things went through my head, and there were so many reasons. Well, I want to know what it's like to be with a man that's had years of experience pleasing women. I'm tired of the guys that pretty much just put it in and finish before I even get to come one time. He nodded his head, signaling he understood why I would venture out of my comfort zone to find someone that could give me the pleasure I desired and deserved. How is the search going? he asked with a crooked smile. Hopefully it's over, I said, as I lowered my eyes to try and hide the nervous excitement I was feeling. Shall we get another drink and head to my hotel room? He asked. Yes, I practically whispered. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I was going to get what I wanted, but was still a little scared about having sex with a complete stranger. He ordered two more drinks, then we left the bar. We didn't have to go outside since he was staying at this hotel. We took the elevator up to his floor and headed down to his room. My heart was beating so hard by the time we reached his room. It felt like forever as he searched for his room key. Once inside, I took a look around. I had never been in this hotel. The room was way out of my price range. The room was big with a large king-size bed in the middle. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge sipping my drink. He put on some sexy music and closed the blinds. I sat there not knowing what to do or really how I should act. He could tell I was nervous and sat down next to me to give me a little time to calm my nerves. He waited until I finished my treat, and after take he took my empty glass and sat it down. Then he turned to me. It was so perfect how he started that night. He took my chin in his hands, lifting my face to him, so he could taste my lips. His kiss was soft and demanding. It sent chills down my spine. His lips let the hot trail down my neck to the sensitive skin of my collarbone. I let out a sigh as he continued. His kisses further down to the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened in response. Finally, he pushed my top down to free each breast. He sat back to admire them before lowering his head to lightly run his tongue around the nipple and gently sucking before moving over to the other breast. I felt absolutely amazing. He knew just how much pressure was needing. He laid me back as he continued the sweet assault on my nipples. My breast felt so heavy and full in his hands. My hips loaded as the heat from his mouth traveled through me down between my legs. I knew I was going to be super slick when he touched me. I don't know why. That made me nervous, hoping he wasn't going to get turned off by my drifting wet pussy. He kissed a trail down my stomach, pushing my dress down as he went. Once he reached my waist, he lifted his head so he could finish pulling my dress off. He left my panties for a few moments, then grabbed them from the front and pulled them up so my wet lips came out on each side. He pulled a few times, letting me feel them against my glit and down my slit. Mm, it was so wet, he exclaimed as he pulled my panties down and threw them someplace on the floor. My pussy trembled as it felt the cool, crisp air. I knew it would only take a light touch to push me over the edge. I wanted it so bad. I spread my legs wide, lifting my head slightly to push my mouth up towards him. His words drove me wild. I was on the brink of losing it and knew it. He pushed my legs apart, making sure I was completely exposed to him. He lowered his head and did something no guy had done before. Instead of going straight to sucking or licking, he lightly blew on my engorged cliff. Oh my God, I cried owl. My hips lifted automatically. My back arched. I was on the verge of release. He gave it to me with one long run of his tongue from my opening to my collin where he sucked. That was so intense. My body went stiff. I couldn't even make a sound for a few seconds. I thought I was as high as I could get until he slid a finger inside. Then two. He pumped his fingers in hell, driving my body back up until I fell. My warm liquid flow out in a gush. Yes, baby, come for daddy. He groaned out. He continued to pump his fingers until my body calmed and my breathing slowed some. He stood and I watched eagerly as he unbuttoned his pants. He took them down with such care, taking the time to fold them and set them neatly on a chair. Thinking is sure which he again took his time. I was surprised at how in shape he was and how little hair he had on his chest. He had a sprinkle of grey hair which made him incredibly sexy. I held my breath as he finally slid his boxers down. I was hoping he would have a decent sized cock. I was not disappointed at all. Once it was free, it stood rock hard. It was thick and at least eight inches. I looked up to see him seductively smiling at me as I was absorbed and gazing at his cock. I lowered myself down to the floor as he walked over. I wanted to be submissively on my knees while I sucked his juicy cock. My mouth was already selvating when I slid as much of his hardness in as I could. I sucked and licked him as I looked up into his intense gaze. I thought I was going to pass out for a second when he grabbed the back of my head and jammed his cock down my throat. He pulled me up ready to feel himself inside my soaking wet pussy. Laying me down he spread my legs wide. I was expecting to feel his thick, hard cock, but I was pleasantly surprised to feel his tongue caressing my glit. He made sure I was on the verge of coming before he stood up and finally slid himself deep inside me. Yes, baby girl, comforted, he moped out, as my body trembled and gushed on him. When I body calmed he turned me over and onto my knees. I made sure to arch my back and put my ass as high as I could. He again surprised me by burying his face in my ass. He spread my cheeks and licked my tight puckered asshole. He slid a finger in my wet pussy as he continued licking my ass. And I was just about ready to come when he straightened and slid his cock back inside my wetness. He pulled it back out, rubbery my wetness on my asshole. I didn't know at the time, but he was getting my ass ready for him. I realized this when he spread my asshole, and I felt the pressure of something large against it. I was so wet and so relaxed and ready that he was able to push a little more than the head in it. He was gentle and didn't try to push more. He knew it would take time for my body to get used to him. He held himself inside, giving my body time to relax around him before he began stroking himself in my ass. When my moans turned to cries of ecstasy, he pushed a little more into me, stretching my ass more. I never felt an orgasm like this before. I buried my face in the bed to muffle my screams as I orgasmed incredibly hard. My tight ass and screams were too much for him. As the thrust became hard and demanding until he gave one last hard thrust. I cried out as he unloaded inside my ass. He held himself inside for a minute after he was done coming. As soon as he pulled out a warm stream of his seed came running and down the crack of my ass over my swollen pussy and onto the bed. This was the beginning of what would be a very long standing appointment whenever he was in town. Well thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where fantasy breeze and pleasure takes form. Until next week.

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