Last week my husband was away on business with some of his work colleagues and one of their wives, let’s call her Rachel for the sake of anonymity, asked if she could come over while the guys were away to hang out.
That was fine with me; she’s a good-looking girl, a little younger than me, with a bubbly personality. I had enjoyed her company at last year’s Softball Saturday and was happy to spend time getting to know her better.
Rachel came over on Thursday night and we laughed over dinner about anything and everything. She was just as I remembered her – good fun, and great company. After we finished eating, we went into the living room. But when I sat down in an armchair, expecting Rachel to sit on the couch, she came and knelt on the floor in front of me.
For a moment I thought it was cute; maybe she just preferred to sit on the floor. But when I saw the way she looked up at me, and how close she was to me, I suspected there was a lot more to it than that.
I’m a horny little devil with an eye for the ladies as well as the men, so I was definitely intrigued. But I needed to be certain that the way she was looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, sipping from her wine glass and smiling at my every word, meant what I thought it meant: “I want to eat your pussy and feel you cum on my face.”
I thought I’d try something out, just to test the water. Slowly and deliberately, I parted my thighs and hitched up my dress, sliding it up my thighs until Rachel, if she wanted to, could look up my skirt. Then, as I was talking, I ran a finger down over my cleavage, tracing the outline of my dress around my chest. Rachel’s eyes flicked down from my face to watch my finger walking; then further, to my crotch, where they lingered just a little too long to be a glance. Bingo…
I watched her as my hand drifted down to my hem, where I slid it up all the way until Rachel had a clear view of my panties. Then I ran one finger gently over my pussy, feeling my lips through my cotton briefs.
Rachel’s eyes followed my finger down and watched every slow movement it made. I saw her drinking me in and noticed her cheeks begin to flush, her chest rising as she breathed in deeply.
“Why don’t you come closer?” I said.
She put her wine glass down and shuffled nearer, her chin inches from my knees. She looked up into my eyes and bit her lip. I put my hands on my thighs.
“Don’t be shy,” I said, smiling down at her.
She leaned in and kissed my inner thigh, her lips brushing my skin, inching forward until she was petting my pussy through my panties. Her tongue flicked out, searching for my groove.
“Let me see you,” she whispered, sitting back.
This was the moment when I would be exposed, physically and emotionally. If I were to undress now while she was kneeling in front of me, I would be the only one naked. Would I be the one in the position of power, or would she?
Her tongue’s searching for me through my panties had made me wet; I could feel my juice seeping out. Her touch had decided for me. I lifted my ass from the chair and pulled my dress off over my head. Then I unhooked my bra and dropped it into her lap.
“Take them off for me,” I said, gesturing down at my panties, lifting my hips out of my seat. Rachel’s face lit up and she reached up to pull my underwear off. Now I was totally naked with this hot girl kneeling at my feet.
It was time for me to assert myself. I lifted one leg and draped it over the arm of the chair. “Eat me,” I said.
Rachel played the submissive role well, walking on her knees right up to me, her face making for my pussy as my hands took hold of her head and held her there. Her tongue parted my pussy lips, smearing my juices up to my clit. She sucked on it, pursing her lips and flicking the tip of her tongue over it. I suddenly wanted to treat her roughly, to use her for my own personal gratification and see if she got off on being dominated the way I suspected she would. I wasn’t going to touch her; she was going to eat me, make me cum and then leave unsatisfied.
I raised my hips to give her more room and pushed her head tighter against me, gripping her hair. Rachel’s tongue pushed inside my hole and I wriggled my hips, trying to get it as deep as I could. Her nose pressed against my clit; she was struggling to breathe, but that just seemed to spur her on.
It felt good. This girl really knew how to eat pussy. I hooked my hands behind my knees, and lifted them up high so I was as exposed as I could get. Rachel raised up higher, pleased that she could get her tongue even further inside me, and began to fuck me with it, dipping it in and out, her head bobbing like she was sucking a cock – like a hummingbird seeking nectar.
She was getting me off and I was growing into my dominant role with every second that passed. Suddenly, I pushed her away and she knelt back down, hands in her lap, awaiting further instructions.
I shifted in my seat, turning around to kneel in it, pushing my ass back at her. “Lick my asshole,” I said, nervous that it could all go wrong now and my little fuck buddy would get scared and run away.
But Rachel, for all her cute and innocent demeanor, proved she was a nasty girl and just dived right in. Her hands rested on my ass cheeks and her tongue began to whirl around my anus, teasing me with licks and jabs, darting back to my pussy to lap at me from my clit up to my hole. Then she was tonguing my ass greedily, trying to get right inside my tight pucker… and succeeding.
I had one hand on the chair, the other reaching back to pull her hair. I was moaning and gasping loudly, so into it. Rachel’s hand moved over my ass, a finger pressing against my clit, another pushing at my pussy hole, probing inside, making me tense in anticipation. I wanted her deep.
“Fuck me with your fingers!” I said, my voice coming out high and breathless. Rachel did as she was told, pushing two fingers inside me, soft moans coming from her as she ate my ass. She was enjoying herself back there.
I ground myself against her face, my pussy gaping as her fingers delved deep, her thumb rubbing my clit hard. I could feel my orgasm rising and I began thrusting back onto her fingers vigorously. Rachel made her tongue hard, pointing it at my asshole as I bucked on her face, rocking on her fingers and her tongue, both my holes wet and throbbing.
When I came, it was loud enough for my neighbors to hear me through the paper-thin walls, but I didn’t care. It felt incredible. What a way to spend a Thursday evening, with the tongue of a beautiful woman up my ass and her fingers deep in my pussy.
Rachel held still until I had finished cumming and climbed off her, then continued to kneel before me as I sat back in my chair, smiling. I dressed slowly, watching her kneeling there. When I was fully clothed again I bent down and kissed her, tasting my juice from her lips.
“You’re a good girl, Rachel. Come back again some time and you can eat my ass as much as you like,” I said. Then I took her by the hand, helped her up, and led her to the front door, giving her a little pat on the ass by way of pushing her out of the house.
I’m sure my sweet little submissive won’t be able to resist coming back for another taste. I considered telling my husband about her, but I think I’ll keep her all to myself…
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