Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man- Although one interpretation of backdoor man is referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in this series involve a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over. This story and series is property of the writer and there is no permission given to reproduce or use it in any other manner than to read for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance of a character to an actual real life person is merely coincidental and unintentional.

This part of the series picks up where "Lacrosse Girlfriends 3" ends with Mark still in Gabriela's bedroom. It would lend some insight if one was to read "Backdoor Man: Lacrosse Girlfriends" and "Backdoor Man: Lacrosse GF-Gabriela " as well as "Gabriela 2"

Thank you for taking the time to look and if you have been following the series, thank you very much as well.

Backdoor Man- Heather's time:

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I arrived back at my dorm early Saturday morning. I was at my roommate's in his hometown to hang out and party a bit. It was fun. I met his girlfriend and had some great pizza at the shop he worked at. It was nice to get away from campus, but not go home. Mom was clingy. Lisa and Monica were spending a lot of time traveling on quick "get aways," so they were never around. A change of scenery was good.

I was changing to go workout. I saw the blinking red light, but I ignored it.

RING! RING! I let the phone go to message. Over the speaker, Heather hesitantly spoke.

"Uhh, hey Mark, it's Heather. We haven't spent any time together lately and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? Also, I was wondering..."

I lifted the phone off of the cradle, cutting off the message.

"Hey, Heather, how are you, beautiful lady?"

"Good, Mark, good. I just called because, well, like I said, we haven't spent much time together lately, and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today. You know there's a big lacrosse game, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of the game and I plan on going. Do you want to meet there?"

"Well, the game isn't until three, and, well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out before that?"

I was playing dumb, of course. I knew Heather's desire was not to hang out with me at the lacrosse game. In fact, I would later suggest that she hang out with her friends. But, I am going to admit that I did like her squirming a bit, waiting for her to ask to see me.

"Oh, okay, well, I am going to work out, but should be back at the dorm by eleven, if that works for you. Do you want to come over then?"

"Yep, sounds good," she responded with a hint of excitement, "I will bring some lunch, what would you like?"

"Lunch sounds great, surprise me."

"Okay, see you at eleven then," an upbeat Heather replied and then hung up.

I was showered and reading for my "Introduction to Literature" class when security called from the front desk. It was evident that Heather did not have nearly as much influence as Gabriela, but then again, Heather was a diminutive, quiet little freshman and Gabby was, well, Gabby was Gabby.

Heather greeted me with a big smile as she hugged me tightly. She had already signed in. All I had to do was meet her at the front desk as per dormitory procedures. We rode to the ninth floor and as we exited the elevator, Sofia was leaving her room. She was in a flattering sundress that accented her fine ass as it swayed from side to side. She said hello and smiled at me knowingly. I replied hello and added that I hope she enjoyed her day. She countered with a wide grin and bright eyes.

The antipasto was excellent, but the chicken parm sandwich was killer. Heather hit the nail on the head and I was most certainly going to show her my appreciation.

A half hour later, I pulled my face from between Heather's legs, having made her cum three times. I needed a break. So, I didn't feel guilty or rude when I answered the phone which had rung twice previously with no message left.

"Hello, yeh, Lisa. No, sorry, I can't really head back home tonight. Is it serious because I can change my plans?"

"There is someone there with you and you can't talk, huh? I was just wondering if you were going to the party tonight?" Gabby asked with a smile in her voice.

"Yes, I was planning on it. Why? Is there a problem with that?."

"Uhhhh, no, I was just touching base with you. Uhhh, well, you know we have been seeing a decent amount of each other and well," She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Vinnie is going to be at the party, you know, and, well...".

"You know that won't be a problem. I know you have obligations and they take priority. Maybe you can make it out and spend some time another weekend. Anyway, there is a big lacrosse game here today and I can hang out with some guys here, so I will be occupied," I replied, hugging the sexy little pixie blonde into my body.

"Whether you make it here or if I get back home, I look forward to seeing you again."

"Yeh, I, I like hanging out for sure. Just, you know, it will be awkward, and, well, I know you are cool with everything. So, thank you," a still frazzled, but certainly mollified Gabby responded.

"Okay, well, I'll talk to you soon, then" I added before hanging up the receiver, taking in the sweet image of Heather's tight little body, flushed, wet, and wanting.

"Everything okay? If you have to go home, I, uhhh, well, you know I, I am okay with it..."

I cut her off by grasping either side of her head, kissing her deeply, sharing the remnants of her nectar with her as our tongues explored each other's mouths. She moaned as we kissed. I am not sure that many men, if any, had treated her this way, but she was embracing my approach and the fact that I made her a priority.

Breaking the kiss, I placed my forehead on hers, looking into her eyes.

"Heather, you are not a second class citizen and I will always treat you with respect. You are an extremely sexy woman who came here to be with me. Why would I dismiss you? It's not an emergency situation, so you are the one I choose to spend my time with. You okay with that?"

Heather nodded a reply, biting her lower lip as I pulled her to me, her pointed nipples pressing into my chest. I kissed her deeply again before immediately diving straight down to her wet pussy to savor her sweet juices.

"Uhhh, Mark, you don't have to, you don't, uhhhh, fuck, yesssss....."

Her protests stopped almost immediately as I sucked her little clit into my mouth, biting down and holding it firmly as my tongue flicked it. Her hands were pulling my head into her essence, trying to add more pressure.

Moving off of her clit, I lubricated two fingers with her flowing juices, inserting them into her very tight pussy. Bending them in a "come here" motion, I manipulated her g-spot. Heather began panting immediately. Again, I assume like most things concerning her pleasure, no guy had done that for her in the past either.

The pressing morphed into constant pressure with a circular motion. Soon the waifish blonde was grinding on my fingers. As she closed her eyes and threw her head back, I licked her sweet lips until I contacted the little nub at the top of her sex.

"AAAHHHHH, UHHHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes, right there, right there, don't stop, uhhh, don't stop!" my excited lover cried as I assaulted both pleasure buttons simultaneously.

Heather's bucking became intense to the point where I had to place my free arm across her stomach to hold her down. I continued to manipulate her g-spot while my tongue rapidly flicked her clit. Her breathing was staggered and her sounds were a mix of high pitched shrieks and deep sensuous moans.

She was beside herself. Her body began to shudder, her legs shaking as the pixie blonde bellowed, "AHHHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!" and came hard on my tongue again, collapsing back on my bed, overwhelmed by the mind blowing orgasm. All she could do was breathe heavily, her body convulsing subtly with small aftershocks.

She lay there for a few minutes, just breathing, a glazed look of pleasure on her face. She was half smiling, half looking like she took a left hook that knocked her to the canvas. I caressed her legs, still lapping at her delicate folds while the tremors slowly subsided.

"MMMMMMM, that is soooo fucking good, I love your tongue, Mark."

"Oh, okay, hmmm, I was about to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cock, but if you only want my tongue, then I guess I will have to comply."

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" a quickly frazzled Heather cried as she placed both her palms on my chest, holding me literally at arms length.

"NO, NO, NOOOO!!! I want your cock inside of me."

"Good, because I plan on stretching your little pussy with my cock. But, you do know the saying, 'good things come to those who wait'" I stated with a firm resolve.

"What? Uhhhhh, did I do something wrong? Wha, what, why, why do I have to wait?"

"Heather, there are some things that we need to discuss."

"Uhhh, okay, uhhh, what do you want to talk about?"

It was evident that Heather expected only the worst. I can only imagine how guys had manipulated her in the past. It was evident from how the lacrosse guys treated her that she allowed it. But, she didn't truly realize why she allowed it. I thought I may have an idea.

"You, you are what we will discuss." I stated plainly.

"Ohhh, okay, uhhh, what do you want to know?"

"Well, there are some things that I would like to know, but more so there are some topics that I think you would like to know more about."

My diminutive blonde lover looked confused. Her face scrunched up, turning her head to the side demonstrated an element of curiosity. Then she smiled and bit her lower lip.

"So, okay, tell me what you think I would like to know about."

"Okay, but understand, I am basing my statements on what I have observed and I am in no way judging. I have been fortunate enough to have had two extraordinary women in my life who have helped me to gain a unique perspective about sex and a deep appreciation for women."

"Oh, really," she stated with a skeptical tone. "And who are these ladies of wisdom, anyway?"

"Well, one is my best friend, Lisa, and the other, let's just say she is a special person, but out of respect for her I can't say anything more than that."

"Okay, I guess I can accept that," the cute pixie of a woman replied skeptically.

"So, quite frankly, you are a submissive, Heather."

"Uhh, well, ummm, what makes you say that? I, I, I'm not sure about..."

"You let the lacrosse guys use you, you respond very quickly to my instructions, and you love when I take control. Plus, you are not used to men pleasuring you. That may be just your very poor judgement in men, but you are a smart girl and you have common sense. So, it comes down to the fact that you want to please people. The only issue is that you haven't found any guys, at least on this campus or in your past, that appreciate that about you."

"Well, yeh, I like to do things for people and make them happy, and, well that doesn't make me a submissive."

"Okay, choose then, would you rather be kneeling between my legs sucking my cock or would you rather have me licking your pussy? Which one thrills you more deep inside?"

"Well, uhhh, well, you are, ummm, you are the first guy to do that for me, so I did really like that. It feels so good."

"Thanks, but you are not answering the question."

I could see that Heather was struggling mightily with a fairly simple question. Maybe she never thought about it too much or maybe she was embarrassed that someone was pointing out her submissive tendencies. Regardless, it was quite clear that she wanted to be led, to what degree, that remained to be seen, but she certainly craved someone controlling her.

"Well, umm, uhhh, I guess, uhh..."

Throwing her hands up to cover her face, she lurched over as if in pain, probably hoping that I would disappear. But, I was still there when she sat back up.

"Heather, there is no wrong answer, but there is a truthful answer. So, are you willing to trust me enough to answer it?"

"Well, yes, uhhh, yes, I like kneeling before a guy and sucking his cock, yes, okay? Are you happy now? Are you happy that I admitted I am a freaky slut?" she questioned, a few tears escaping her baby blue eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We all have different things that turn us on, kinks if you must. It doesn't make you a freak or a slut. In fact, it makes you pretty normal," I said as I pulled her to my chest, caressing her hair as her warm tears slowly ran down the front of my body.

She was shaking her head slowly, disagreeing with my assessment, but I understood. Lisa was not only my best friend and a lover, but she was one of the most dynamic, independent, and strong women that I knew. It was because of Lisa that I didn't look at Heather as a slut, but Heather's constant shaming by a misogynistic society had already programmed her to be "normal" and had placed limits on the types of pleasures she could enjoy.

That type of normal meant that she had to be a good, dutiful, and pristine girl. She had to act like any sexual urges were somewhat wrong and if there were any non-vanilla qualities to her urges, then they were downright shameful. No doubt, Heather had been programmed this way and her internal struggle and guilt was evident.

Her crying and shaking had abated, but she kept her face against my chest, hiding it from looking at me. I know she was ashamed, but if we were going to move forward then it was time to push a bit.

As I stroked her hair, I spoke to her gently, but firmly. "Heather, I want you to kneel before me."

She froze like a deer in the headlights. For a good ten seconds, she did not move. Then, her arms left my shoulders and she rose to her feet.

"Well, that didn't go according to script," I thought to myself.

Her lowered head did not make eye contact as she turned from me. I marveled at her tight ass as she bent down to pick up her clothes, gathering them all in her arms. Then, she stopped again. She swayed from side to side, physically wavering as her internal debate raged. Then, she placed the pile of clothes on my desk, turned back toward my bed, walked in front of me, and dropped to her knees.

Her head was bowed. She was jittery, fighting with herself, fighting with the urges she had, fighting with societal opinion, but also craving something deeper.

With her kneeling before me, I reached out, cupping her chin gently. I raised her head to encounter closed eyes. I brushed the hair from her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. She reluctantly opened her eyes.

This was a complete rush for me as I had truly never dominated a woman in any fashion. Sure, I had spanked Monica's beautiful ass on many occasions while my cock was boring into her sweet pussy in doggy style. This was different. It was more of a power thing. My hard cock was a telltale signal of my enjoyment.

Heather's baby blue eyes conveyed helplessness. She was lost, but her kneeling before me was a sign that she trusted me. She wanted to explore her submissive tendencies, and more so take a step toward freedom or at least finding out more about herself.

"You are a beautiful young woman. You are intelligent, sexy, and a good person."

I let those ideas sink in a bit. She nodded in recognition of my words. Although she may not have been entirely convinced, it was evident that she knew that deep down, she was a genuinely good person.

"Now, be a good girl and suck my cock."

Heather's eyelids fluttered at the phrase "good girl." Leaning forward very slowly, she placed her mouth over my cock head, sucking gently, licking the pre cum with the tip of her tongue as a low moan exited her mouth.

I rubbed her cheek, caressing her hair lightly as she sucked, licked, and kissed my thick cock. The more she contacted it, the more enthusiastic her worship became. She moved down my shaft and sucked and licked my balls, suckling them, moaning the entire time.

Moving back up with her mouth to my head, she grasped the base, pumping my cock as she sucked about the top two inches. Her small mouth was no match for my cock's thickness, but her lustful need for my cum made up for her limited capacity.

She had not looked me in the eyes yet. I had let her focus on my cock, on her physical need, and to do so freely with no entanglements. Now, it was time to connect again. I cupped her chin, lifting it slightly. She responded by looking at me for the first time since her mouth touched my manhood.

"MMMMMM, good girl. You are exactly where you belong, worshipping my thick meat, sucking it, wanting nothing more than to swallow the reward of my cum."

Heather groaned in compliance, stroking the base and then pulling her mouth off and stroking the entire shaft as she panted heavily, worked up, frenzied and needy. She stared at me and I smiled at her, a gentle, yet possessive smile.

"I'm getting close, my little slut. You may want to put your mouth back on my cock so you get all of that cum in your dirty little mouth. But, under no circumstances will you stop looking at me. You shouldn't ever deprive me of seeing the lust in your eyes as you worship my cock."

Her eyes sparkled, like a child running down the stairs on Christmas Day. Her mouth plunged down on my throbbing shaft, pushing her limit of three inches in her mouth as she desperately pumped me, staring directly at me, never wavering, even when tears formed from the strain of trying to stuff more of my meat inside her mouth.

"Oh, yes, yes, just like that baby, mmmm, yes, good girl, yes, ohh, fuck, yes, here it comes, uhhh, uhhh, ohhhh, yessssss!!!!"

My cock erupted in her petite mouth, spurting violently. She caught the first three spurts, but the next three hit her chin, cheek, and eyes as she was struggling with swallowing. Her flushed face dripped cum, her right eye filled with lust as the left was glued shut.

She smiled and shuddered as she wiped her left eye and then placed her finger in her mouth. She did the same with the rest of my spunk on her face, staring at me the entire time, intent on showing me that she would get it all.

"Good girl, get it all. Good girls always clean their messes," I stated softly, encouraging her to embrace the moment.

As I lay back against the pillows on my bed, Heather's head fell between my legs, her arms on my thighs as she lay there, both of us breathing heavily, slowly recovering from the erotic scene.

With her chest still rising and falling, she propped herself up, staring at me as if trying to speak to me telepathically. I knew exactly what she wanted. Lisa had already prepped me on the possibility and as usually, she was correct.

"It's okay. You are more than welcome to clean me up. It is part of being a good girl and also helps that greedy little slut side, doesn't it?"

Heather's eyes grew large at my statement. But, her need was greater as she moved down to take my flaccid cock inside her mouth, milking me for any remaining cum inside it. Then, she carefully licked the entirety of my balls and shaft, cleaning it thoroughly.

After she was satisfied that I was sufficiently cleaned, she moved her tight, little body up next to me, snuggling into me, her hand resting possessively on my now semi-rigid cock.

Although she had orgasmed at least four times and I enjoyed a powerful explosion with her submissively sucking my cock, the blonde nymph desired one more thing. She slowly kissed my chest and neck as she stroked my manhood back to full hardness. I was still slick from her cleaning and her petite hand sliding up and down my shaft was overwhelmingly erotic.