Just had a *really* good day at work

[DarkStarWorshipper]

Sorry if this seems like kind of an incoherent post. But everything's changed for me in the last twenty-four hours.

As you know if you're on this forum, I am totally addicted to ass worship. And as you know if you're on this forum, it's not something a lot of women are into. Sometimes, when you're lucky, you can find one who'll let you kiss her butt, or even furtively slide your tongue around her rim. But they're hard to find, and I've been single a couple of months now. I thought it might be months, maybe years, before I'd have the sweet feel of a woman's anus beneath my tongue again.

But right now, I feel like everything I've ever fantasized about and more can happen. Maybe even - I can't stop it happening, now.

And Clarissa knows it. Because each time she entered our shared office today she was careful to lean way over Hannah's desk, so I could admire her ass - now in a shorter, tighter skirt than she usually wears. And before she left, she dropped a sheaf of papers on my desk with a light-hearted smile.

'I thought you wouldn't mind doing these for me before you went home,' she giggled. And then turned away, letting her hand trail lightly down her back and ass as she left.

She probably knows I'm writing this now. Knows how hard I am, thinking of her. How much I'd like to relieve myself - except that it could never be as good as her.

And to think just yesterday we were only friends.

It all started after work yesterday - heading out for drinks at the pub with Rob and Hannah and Kate from the office. Rob and Kate bailed out early - and I was about to, too, because Hannah started talking about what she always talks about when she's had a little bit too much to drink. How hard it is to find a good man.

'It's easy to find a man.' she always says. 'But not a good man. Not someone you'd want as a life partner.'

And then, a couple of drinks after that, it's always about how men will fuck anything. Not like women.

But I'd had a bit to drink as well, and this time I challenged her.

'Come on.' I said. 'That's not true. Men don't fuck just anyone.'

'You do.' she said. 'That's all a woman has to do. Tell a man she'll sleep with him. And he'll do it. No matter what.'

'I don't ...'

But she wouldn't stop.

'All a woman has to do is spread her legs, and a man will fuck her. Any man. Any woman.'

'That's ridiculous.' I told her. 'A man won't ...'

Then a thought occurred to me. But with a swallow I let it go and went on.

'... fuck just any woman because she spreads her legs.'

'Yeah, right.' she said, standing up suddenly. 'Sometimes she has to bend over.'

Then she stormed out, presumably fuming at whatever boyfriend had upset her this time.

Clarissa and I shrugged at each other, and carried on with our drinks. We've been friends for a while now. Not that close, but good workmates. Less boring than Rob and Kate. More normal than Hannah.

'So is it true?' she asked teasingly. 'Will a man fuck just any woman? Because he can?'

I shrugged. 'Some men, I guess.'

'And what about you? Would you fuck just any woman?'

I laughed. 'Fucking's not really what I'm into.'

Clarissa smiled. 'So ... what. You're the last romantic?'

'That's not quite what I meant.' I laughed. 'I just meant ... some people have different tastes.'

She frowned. 'You're not telling me you're gay, are you?'

'No, no, no ... I just mean ... fucking's not what I'm into.'

Clarissa looked me in the eye, her green eyes dancing. 'So what are you into?'

'Honestly?' I said, blushing a little. 'Honestly, I'm more into ... well, oral sex.'

She sat back, her face wrinkling. 'Oh great.' she said. 'You don't want to fuck women. You just want them to suck you off.'

'No, no, no. I mean ... I'm into giving oral sex. Giving head.'

She sat forward again, her expression curious. 'Really.' she said.

I nodded. 'Really.'

'You like giving head.'

I nodded again. 'Absolutely.'

'And you don't like having sex.'

I shrugged. 'It's okay. But I like giving head more.'

I was getting excited just thinking about it. But then Clarissa waved her hand dismissively. 'Men.' she said. 'I'll never understand 'em.'

And then the conversation moved on. And we even left early, for us - about eight, early enough for me to pick up my pen drive from Clarissa's flat.

'Let me make you a cup of tea.' she said. 'Before you head home. You'll need to sober up a little.' And I let her, and we sat around for a while, talking about Hannah and how mad she was, and her latest boyfriend.

Until Clarissa laughed. 'But you.' she said. 'You say you're not like that. Did you really mean what you said about preferring giving head?'

I nodded carefully. 'Uh-huh.'

'But what do you like about it?'

I shifted in my chair. Already I was getting excited. And i didn't want her to see.

'It's just ... intimate.' I said. 'I mean ... in a way, the cock isn't very sensitive. it knows what it likes. But the mouth. When I'm down there, I feel like I can trace every aspect of the woman. Can feel everything she's feeling. I mean, when she has an orgasm, I can feel it down there.'

'Really? And you can't with your ... cock?'

I shook my head. 'No. But when you're kissing down there ... yes. Yes, you can. And that's my favourite moment. When I can feel a woman starting to cum underneath my lips.'

Clarissa laughed. 'Wow.' she said. 'I wish I liked giving blow-jobs that much. And do you really like it so much you'd do it for just any woman?'

'Well ... maybe not any woman.' I laughed. 'I'd have to think she was ... clean. But ... yeah. Just about anyone.'

She stared at me, marvelling. 'And all she'd have to do is spread her legs?'

'Ummm ... yeah. Pretty much.'

'And you wouldn't even want sex afterwards?'

'No. Just ... to lick her until she came.'

'I don't believe you.' she said, leaning back in the couch.

'Well ... it's true. I guess the same way some men need sex so much they'll have sex with anyone - I love giving head.'

'But you wouldn't.' she said. 'Not really. Not just if a woman spread her legs.'

'Actually.' I told her. 'I would.'

'So, like ... even if I spread my legs. You'd just get down and start licking.'

I laughed, then blushed. 'Yes. Yes, I would.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Well, fine. But I would.'

She leaned even further back. And then, slowly, parted her legs beneath her skirt.

'Just like this.'

'I would.'

'I don't believe you.'

Slowly, now, I stood from my chair, unable anymore to conceal the erection in my trousers, and then sat down on the floor, between the chair and the sofa.

I could see she was wearing knee-highs. And gradually, slowly, she raised her skirt a little higher up her thighs.

'You said all I'd have to do is spread my legs. And here they are.'

I inched closer. 'I will.' I teased. 'Unless you close your legs, right now.'

Instead, she spread them wider, and I crawled toward her, nuzzling my face against her thigh.

'I thought,' she breathed, 'you wanted to lick my pussy. Not kiss my knee.'

Gently, slowly, I kissed her thighs, as she spread her legs still wider and I felt her hands on my head.

'I still don't believe you.' she said. And I buried my face in the warm, moist crotch of her black panties, breathing her in, feeling her sudden start and relaxation into me.

'Thank you.' I said, my voice lost amongst her thighs, her belly, her panties. 'Thank you thank you thank you.'

She spread her legs still wider, and for a time I only licked up and down her panties, beneath the band, rubbing her pussy with my face. Until finally she couldn't take it any more and she pushed the panties aside, pulling my face against her, my tongue first flickering against her clitoris and then, as she ground against me, deep into her vagina.

I don't know how long I was there for, my tongue and head buried between Clarissa's legs. But then suddenly, beneath my tongue, I could feel the pulse of her orgasm, feel her juices as the streamed from her, dripped along her delicate lips, her thighs.

'Oh god.' she said. 'Oh god. Oh god, that's good.'

I said nothing, still delicately licking the juices from her folds. She let me, for a little while, and then said: 'We can fuck, if you want.'

I shook my head. 'Unh-uhn. I told you I wasn't into that.'

'But isn't there anything else you want?' she asked from above me. 'I mean, to orgasm?'

I glanced up at her. Could see she was flushed, her breast heaving. And I knew if I didn't say it then, I never would.

'Just one thing.' I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

'Turn over.' I said. 'So that your front is lying on the sofa, and you're kneeling on the floor.'

'Oh [I]no[I].' she said. 'I don't like it like that.'

'I told you.' I said. 'It's not for sex.' And she did as I'd said, even being obliging enough to wriggle out of her panties for me and raise her skirt.

But I still think she was surprised when she felt my lips gliding gently over her bottom. Slowly, delicately, I kissed her immaculate, round, pale ass.

'Ohmigod.' she said, after a moment. 'Phil, are you kissing my arse.'

'Yes.' I said. 'Yes, I am.'

'But why?'

'Because it's a beautiful ass. And because I was lying, back there in the pub. Because what I love more than anything isn't kissing a woman's pussy. It's worshipping her ass.'

Clarissa laughed, a little. "Well, you're pretty good at kissing pussy. So I guess you've earned it.'

I kept kissing her ass for a while. I'd admired it often in the office - and it didn't disappoint. I knew Clarissa went to the gym a lot - and now I could feel the results, her firm, taut, round ass pressed close against my face as my tongue explored her cleft, her cheeks, her thighs.

Every now and then Clarissa let out a little laugh. 'You're kissing my ass' she would say, in a fake American accent - that then started to fade, as I began, once more, to kiss towards her pussy.

'Mmmm.' she said, as my tongue once again entered her. 'That feels good.' And I kept doing it for some time, as she grew excited once more and began to press that luscious ass against my face, bobbing back and forth against my tongue.

Her breath was quickening now, and her hand between her legs, helping herself along. Faster and faster she began to move against me, her thighs clenching around my chin as quicker and quicker she began to find her orgasm ...

... and then slowed again with shock as my tongue flickered up from her pussy, rimmed her once, and then dived into her asshole.

It was a truly amazing anus - tight and as firm as her ass, trembling with the suppressed force of her orgasm; and for a moment she was stock still, absorbing the sudden new feeling of a man's tongue there, between her cheeks.

Slowly I withdrew my tongue, forcing a startled gasp from her lips. And then, just as slowly, spread wide her cheeks with my hands, rimmed her anus, and licked deep inside her asshole.

'Oh my god.' she breathed, her voice barely audible above her breath. 'You [I]like[I] this?'

'More than anything in the world.' I told her, before once again infiltrating my tongue within that dark star that pulsed with pleasure.

'You like licking ass.' she said, almost more to herself than to me. 'You like it. You want to kiss my asshole.'

I withdrew my mouth from her anus long enough to speak. 'I love it.' I breathed. 'I love kissing your ass.'

'Then don't stop.' she said - rocking back and forth now, pressing her ass against me, inviting me - almost forcing me - to press my lips close against her ring, delve my tongue as deep as it would go inside her.

'You're kissing my ass, Phil, you're kissing my ass, Phil, you're kissing my ass, Phil.' she whispered, over and over, as once again she came to orgasm. And once again allowed me, for a while, to keep tasting her in the afterglow.

'I'm exhausted, Phil.' she said at last. 'Don't you want to bring yourself off?'

I nodded behind her. 'Please.' I said. 'Please. Just ... just give me one of your knee-highs. And let me keep licking your ass.'

Obligingly she peeled off one of her stockings. And then, as one final time I plunged my tongue inside her asshole, I wrapped it around my hand, undid my flies, and masturbated myself to orgasm to the taste of Clarissa's sweet anus.

'Thank you.' I said. 'Thank you.'

She turned around, and drew herself up on the sofa.

'Wow.' she said. 'You like that. You really do.'

I nodded. 'That was the most amazing experience in my life.' I told her.

'You like,' she repeated, 'kissing my asshole.'

'Like it?' I said. 'I love it.'

Clarissa laughed. 'One more time,' she said, spreading wide her ass cheeks as she sat. And obediently I leaned forward, licking her anus.

'Wow.' she said. 'You really do like it.'

I nodded. 'I'd do anything. To kiss an ass as sexy as yours.'

Clarissa smiled. 'Excellent.' she said. 'I'll remember that.'

Then she laughed.

'And you, still in your work suit.'

I looked down.

She was right. Except for my shirt tails coming untucked and the cum-drenched stocking protruding from my fly, I was exactly as I was in the office. And once Clarissa had stood, and smoothed her skirt, so was she.

'I'm going to want to remember,' she giggled, 'that the guy in the desk across from me was licking my ass the night before. Wear that outfit tomorrow for me.'

I nodded. 'Anything you ask.' I told her, and then turned to go.

But she stopped me at the door - and as I paused, I turned, and saw there was a mischievous light in her green eyes. Deftly she insinuated her hand into my jacket pocket, and dropped her panties there.

'Then you might as well wear these, as well. Night night.'

[EM1989]

Fantastic story, can't wait for the next part.

[mysterious]

Wonderful story, not sure if there is going to be another part or not, but I'd love to read some more...maybe having to clean her after she got done with the gym or while she was sick (that way it was a little dirtier)

[tuvaletkolesi]

great story, you should continue. i agree that it could get dirtier. also it would be good if you described her physical appearance a bit. thanks!

[assjack]

Just read a really good story, hope you write more

[iceblock]

Man, what a great story. Like it really did happen!

Those ones are my favourites.

[bowndown]

Please write a part 2, that story was awesome!

[maddog4056]

I'm a fan of this story.

[killamcbills]

great setup. i hope she exploits his desires.

[macrina]

Fantastic thanks.

[theboysavage]

Brilliant!

Thank you very much for the great writing style.............a joy,

Best wishes,


Doc

[DarkStarWorshipper]

I'm sorry I haven't updated this thread in a while. I haven't had time.

When you're engaged all the time with facesitting - in serving a woman just the way you've always wanted to, writing about it becomes less appealing.

But I know you'll all want to hear.

Clarissa's been keeping me busy.

It took her a while - a long while - to get used to the concept. To realise how much I really did love pleasuring her. Serving her. At first she seemed to treat it as a joke, a little bit. As something she didn't quite trust, or know what to do with.

The first day at the office after I'd first gone down on her she kept glancing at me - teasing me, looking for my reaction. She kept bending over, seemingly innocent, angling her ass toward me as though to check that I as paying attention.

And of course, every time I was. But in a way I couldn't quite believe it either.

I'd always fancied Clarissa, a little. I'd noticed she was attractive: dancing green eyes, her face sharp, mischievous - maybe a little wolfish in the right light, and framed by long straight ash-blonde hair she sometimes wore in plaits.

And of course there was her body: the small, high breasts. The long legs, leading up to the taut, round ass I sometimes caught the curves of beneath her skirt as she walked.

But in another way - well, she was my co-worker. And one of the less flash, flamboyant ones. She was quieter than a lot of the other women - had a way of laughing at jokes and smiling quietly that kept you at a distance, giving her a girl-next-door quality it was sometimes hard to get past. Most often the ass I admired so much was hidden beneath a loose, long-flowing skirt and business jacket, or just a pair of jeans - not too loose, not too tight.

The day after I'd confessed my secret to her was the first time I'd seen her in a mini-skirt. It was the first inkling I had of the potential dominatrix in her.

The second came just after she'd laughed, and teasingly dropped off a bunch of papers for me to work on as she went out the door that day. 'I thought you wouldn't mind doing these for me before you went home,' she'd giggled.

There were a lot of them, and I found them impossible to concentrate on. In fact, she wasn't my boss, so I didn't have to do them anyway. But I was distracted, and couldn't think straight. So that I was still there, an hour after everyone else had gone home.

There came a knock on the door, and then Clarissa entered, her eyes laughing.

'I wasn't sure you'd still be here,' she said. 'How are the papers coming along?'

My throat was suddenly dry. 'I ... uh ...'

She sauntered over and stood above me at my desk.

'And more importantly - are you really wearing my panties, like I asked?'

She reached down and undid my flies: and when she glimpsed the black satin of her underwear her hand flew to her mouth and she stifled a laugh.

'Ohmigod.' she said. 'You really are!'

I nodded.

'You've been sitting there all day - wearing my panties. I can't believe it!'

I nodded silently. She could see how hard I was for her.

'Well, I'm afraid,' she said. 'I'm going to need them back. Because right now I haven't any at all.'

Delicately she leaned away from me over my desk and I could see she was right. Beneath her short miniskirt she was wearing only nylons.

Burying my face in her ass was as easy as leaning forward in my chair. Hesitantly, slowly, I leaned forward and kissed her ass.

'You really like it,' she sighed. And I kissed down - down her thighs, between her legs. And then tracing my tongue across her firm, muscular buttocks.

When I reached her crack I reached up to pull her pantyhose down. And suddenly felt a light slap on my head. Clarissa stood and turned - and then straddled me in the chair, pinning me to the back of the chair.

'Oh, no.' she said. 'I can't have you thinking you can do that whenever you like. You just get a taste. If you really do like this better than sex, then a girl's got to keep a little something in reserve.'

'You'll get to kiss my ass only when I say so. Usually when you've done me some little favour. If I were you, I'd be very careful to support me at meetings. And if you always vote with me, there's a good chance I'll let you give me head. Or something more.'

She leaned back, propping her elbows on the desk.

'In the meantime,' she said. 'I'll give you a little treat. I'll let you jerk off in my panties.'

I stared at her uncertainly.

'Come on.' she said. 'Take off your trousers.'

I started wriggling out of them and she helped me, until I was sitting before her, straddled again by her, in my shirt and tie - and her panties.

'You love it.' she said, noting my immense hard-on. 'So come on. Start jerking off.'

I moved my hand to my cock, and started rubbing up.

'And while you're doing it,' she said. 'tell me how much you love it. How much you love my ass.'

I stared into her green, intent eyes. 'I love it.' I told her. 'I love your ass. I worship your ass.'

'You want to kiss my ass.' she told me.

'I want to kiss your ass. I want to lick your ass. I want to rim your amazing anus. I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue and come on me. I want you always to be smothering me in your pussy and ass. I want to taste every inch of you and always be ready for you to ride my face ...'

'You're my bitch.' she breathed.

'I'm your bitch.' I told her. 'Wearing your panties ...'

I couldn't help it. I came, and Clarissa stood.

'If you're going to be my bitch,' she smiled. 'You're going to have to last a little longer than that.'

'I'm sorry.' I told her.

'It's okay.' she said. 'But Phil?'

'Yes ...'

'The next time we meet for this sort of encounter - bring my panties. And wash them.'

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After that there was a bit of a lull for a while. Clarissa made almost no mention of what had happened for more than a week - and neither did I. It was strange, glancing over to see her typing and working. Almost impossible to believe it had ever happened.

She liked taunting me, though. Several times she sent me texts that just read :-P , or even )*(. A few times in meetings she glanced over at me warningly, to let me know I had better agree with her. And once, I even found in my intray an envelope that, when opened, contained only a pair of panties.

When I returned to the office she glanced up at me, her expression amused, and I nodded in reply.

But even so, it wasn't until almost two weeks later that I got the text from her - 7:00 on a Friday night.

'PHIL: Come round mine.

:-P )*('

I was around in a minute. And arrived to find her looking radiant. She was wearing a shimmering evening gown that clung to her form, accentuating the smooth lines of her breasts, her hips. She was in heels that drew out her already long legs, visible throught the high slit - and that caused her ass to jut out high beneath the tight contours of the dress.

'I'm heading out,' she said. 'On a date.'

'Oh,' she continued. 'Don't look so crestfallen. That's why you're here. I quite fancy this one, and I don't want to act all desperate. Knowing that I've got my very own sex slave waiting at home to give me head is going to make that all very easy.'

She turned to leave. 'I'll be back around eleven.' she told me. 'You can amuse yourself till then playing around with my panties, or whatever makes you happy.'

'Do you have any ... used pairs?' I asked.

'In the hamper. But don't wank yourself too silly. Remember that I shall be requiring a very thorough session when I get back.'

And with that she was off down the path, sequined hips swaying in the moonlight.

The next three hours were incredibly long. I kept trying to bring myself off to the dark, musky thong panties she had left. But all the time I kept thinking of her return.

Longing to caress the dark folds of her anus with my tongue.

When she did finally return she was very tipsy - and very happy.

'Oh, Phil,' she said, collapsing down on the sofa. 'I'm so glad you're here. It was just so good being on a date knowing I didn't have to worry about getting laid.'

Then she looked up, and noticed my rock-hard erection.

'Oh, you poor thng.' she said. 'You've been waiting here all this time.'

Slowly, sinuously, she slid her hands up her thighs. And as she did the gown slid with them, exposing her knees, her creamy pale thighs. Her thong, semi-transparent this time, and already wet.

She arched her back. 'Phil.' she said. 'Please.'

I knelt down before her. Kissed her knee, before slowly moving my face up. Kissed her belly. Her jutting hip. Her mound. Then the hair of her pussy, before finally tasting the juices that moistened her.

She pulled her panties aside.

'Oh, Phil,' she said. 'Oh, Phil. That's good.'

I traced her labia, her clitoris with my tongue. Felt her body shiver with the rhythm of it. She was already very close.

And then, as my tongue slithered into her vagina she came, a hot pulsing that suddenly engorged her lips and flooded my mouth with her juices.

She cried out, once, and I sat back.

But to my surprise her hand reached out and clutched my head back to her pussy.

'Don't stop.' she told me.

It was harder to find the rhythm this time. But as my tongue moved up and down she grew wet again, alternately pressing and then withdrawing her pussy from my face.

'Here.' I said. And then grasped her around her hips and fell back, pulling her onto my face.

'Oh,' she said. 'Phil.' But she quickly found the rhythm now - her thighs clutched tight around me as she ground her pussy down into my face and then rose again, over and over, faster and faster. I felt her excitement quicken as she moved from rubbing her pussy against me to sinking her vagina down onto my tongue, rocking back and forth, her hands in my hair as she moved me back and forth for the maximum pleasure. With a sudden pulse I felt her juices run.

'I need ... ' I gasped. 'I need ...'

Clarissa understood. With a sudden halt, she raised herself and then moved infinitesimally forward, hovering for a moment over my face.

I raised my hands to her ass cheeks and spread them. And then, with a sigh, she lowered herself onto my face.

I spent a moment exploring her cleft. My tongue flickering up and down the deep crack of her toned, flawless ass. But then slowly, inexorably, it travelled down the crack. Flickered for a moment around her ring.

And then, with a delicate, lingering kiss, my tongue entered her anus.

She rose herself. Lowered. Trying to find the best position. And when she found it she clenched my head tight between her thighs, rocking hesitantly back and forth to speed the sense of my tongue darting in and out of her.

Her phone buzzed halfway through, and she answered it. But it was only afterwards - after once more she had come, and allowed me to bring myself off, my face buried deep in her ass, that I found out what it was.

'That was Victor.' she said, her legs spread, thighs still wet with pussy juice. 'I'm going to need you next week, as well.'

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That was our routine for another month or so. Every Friday she would come home after her date with Victor. And every night it was the same.

Except, I noticed, the amount of attention Clarissa demanded for her anus kept growing. At first it had been mostly me who had been needing to lick her ass. But soon she started needing it to. One night she even skipped the pussy altogether: simply kneeling, doggy style, and ordering me to lick her ass until she came.

It took a long time for her to come like that - but it felt amazing, her anus clenching tightly on my tongue as she came in long, hot, rolling spasms.

After she started sleeping with Victor the routine changed. I had to show up at her house early, to lick her pussy. To get her excited, and ready to take him. And then I had to show up late, after he had left. Because by now, no matter how well he had fucked her, Clarissa couldn't be satisfied without her ass being worshipped. I would enter the darkened bedroom where Clarissa would still be lying on her front.

'Phil,' she would say. 'I need your tongue.'

The night they spent in a hotel I got a text, about 1.30.

'Just had a ten-inch cock. Still need your three-inch tongue. CU ASAP morning.'

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After Victor had faded from the scene, though, the pattern got more intense. One Saturday morning Clarissa was lying on her bed reading a magazine, as I delicately licked and kissed her ass in preparation for analingus.

Suddenly, though, she rolled over.

'Look at this.' she said.

It was a CK underwear ad.

'Right.' I said.

'The guys are all hot' she said. 'Look at them. Look at their muscles.'

I nodded again. 'Yeah.'

Clarissa looked at me. 'I mean, it's all very well having a sex slave. But I want one who at least looks the part.'

'Well ... what are you saying?'

She stood, drawing her pink panties on. 'I'm saying,' she told me, 'that I'm at the gym three times a week. And I know you appreciate it. But you're never there.'

'So?'

'So ... no more ass for you, until you start working on getting your body looking like this.'

That was the second routine we had: almost every day at the gym, for two or three hours at a stretch. I spent it lifting weights, mostly; Clarissa spent it on the treadmill and cross-trainer - her honed, taut ass rippling beneath the spandex training leotard she wore.

It was long, hard work. But it was worth it. Partly because almost immediately the fat started to drop away and be replaced with muscle.

Partly because of the salt-sweat taste of her ass when we got home and Clarissa condescended to roll down the soaked spandex and spread her legs for me. As my tongue skated over her wetness and my mouth filled with the scent of her heat.

But most of all because I discovered, only last week, that this wasn't the end of it.

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It was only on Friday that I discovered why Clarissa had been so keen for me to start working out. On Friday, when she texted me, around 8:00.

'Come over. Now.

In the high-cut knickers.'

I did as I was told.

And wasn't prepared, when I stepped in the door, for the change that had overcome Clarissa.

She was dressed all in black - her top spandex and incredibly tight on her lithe form, her skirt pleated and not quite long enough to conceal the fact of the tiny teardrop thong she wore underneath. Her blonde hair was in plaits - and she wore thigh-high boots, high-heeled.

She took me upstairs to the bedroom. 'Get dressed' she told me.

On the bed there lay a similar spandex top, and a pair of short spandex shorts.

I glanced at Clarissa, and she nodded.

When I glanced at myself in the mirror, the effect wasn't as bad as I'd thought. With all the working out I had done, I actually looked pretty good. My pectoral muscles rippling . My own ass firm and square.

'We're heading out.' she said.

'Like this?'

Clarissa nodded, but refused to say any more, even in the car. So that it wasn't until we'd entered into the darkened store that I realised where we were.

'Oh my god.' I said. 'This is Passion9. The side entrance.'

In the context of a sex store, our clothing didn't seem so out of place - as Clarissa browsed through the sex toys, the magazines.

'Can I help you?' a shop-assistant asked.

She was dark, slim, petite: dressed in fishnets, a pleated skirt, a corset. Burlesque. The standard outfit of the feminist/alternative sex store, I guessed.

Clarissa glanced at her. 'This is my sub.' she said. 'Phil.'

The girl looked me up and down skeptically. 'What kind of sub?'

Clarissa's eyes narrowed. 'Whatever kind I tell him to be.'

The woman snorted, then jerked her head toward the rear of the store. 'We'll see about that.'

She led us through a beaded curtain to another room, devoted to S & M artifacts.

She leaned against the counter, arms folded.

'Like I said - what kind of sub.'

Clarissa stood before her, legs slightly parted, and nodded at me.

Instinctively I knew what was wanted. I kneeled behind her, raised her skirt, and started kissing her ass.

Immediately I could feel my cock throb with the excitement of it.

'Right.' said the shop-mistress 'So he's an ass-kisser.'

Clarissa reached round behind her, touched my face, and signalled for me to get up.

'Phil.' she said. 'Remove your shorts.'

'But ...'

'Just do it.'

I did as I was told. I rolled down the shorts slowly. Until I stood before the two of them. My erection throbbing.

In Clarissa's high-cut panties.

For the first time the shop-mistress smiled. 'He evidently likes it.'

She moved towards me. Ran an experimental hand down my back. My cock. Squeezed my balls painfully.

'So,' she said, leaning in close. 'Would you like to worship my ass?'

I glanced at Clarissa, who nodded.

'If ... if my mistress permits it.'

'Excellent.'

She reached up to one of the shelves and grabbed something down.

'And how do you feel about wearing ... this?' she asked.

With that the dog collar and chain were around my neck. And the sudden throb in my penis was all the answer I needed to give.

'Very good.' she purred.

She stepped away.

'Now,' she said. 'I'm going to leave for a moment. And in the meantime, I would be grateful, Clarissa, if you would ensure that you were adequately ... lubricated ... for further proceedings.'

Clarissa yanked on the chain and I was down on my knees, my head pressed into her pussy.

The job was easy. The tiny teardrop thong was already soaked through. And it offered no resistance at all to my probing tongue, my face, as I licked and drank.

She was wetter than ever. And, it turned out, she had to be.

Because when the shop woman returned she was dressed identically. But for the truly immense strap-on dildo she wore and fondled in her hands. It had to be fourteen inches at least. And as big around as a coke can.

'Now, slave, I am going to fuck your mistress.'

Clarissa's eyes widened in something between fear and awe as she saw the dildo. But even so she clambered up on the counter, and spread her legs.

It was clearly the most incredible sexual experience she had ever had in her life. I had thought she had lost control several times with me, and my tongue flickering up her ass. But the woman obviously knew what she was doing - taking Clarissa in long, hard strokes. Staying sunk in her almost exactly to the point of maximum pleasure and endurance. And every time she withdrew she left Clarissa gasping for more.

The sounds she was making were more intense than anything she'd ever made with me - of pleasure, of joy. And of surprise. She had clearly never experienced anything like it before. I saw her hands clutching at the shop-woman's ass, trying to pull her in, deeper and harder. And always needing more, more, more. Until, with a sudden scream and a gasp she came, for what seemed like an eternity, shriek after shriek of pure liquid pleasure piercing the air.

As the woman withdrew the enormous dildo Clarissa slumped to the floor, exhausted.

She turned to me. 'And now,' she said, 'it's your turn.'

I eyed the strap-on cock fearfully.

'Oh, no.' she laughed. 'You're not ready for this one. Oh, no. Get your mistress kitted out with this.'

She handed me another strap-on - this one closer to the size of an actual cock, translucent blue and smooth. Wearily Clarissa rose to her feet and I knelt: cinching the belt straps tight around her waist. Running the two support straps so that they embraced her engorged pussy.

From behind me I felt the chain pull me up.

'And how do you feel,' the woman's voice hissed in my ear, 'about being fucked. up. the. ass. by. a. woman.'

My bulging cock couldn't lie.

'Anything.' I breathed. 'Anything. As long as you still let me kiss her ass.'

The woman laughed, then, a deep, full-throated chuckle.

'Oh, yes.' she said. 'Phil, you are going to be fucked harder and more often than you could possibly imagine. And you will eat more beautiful, delectable female ass than you have ever imagined.'

Her hand ran down my belly to Clarissa's panties. 'And I'd imagine a pathetic little sub like you has imagined quite a bit.'

I couldn't help myself, then. I dropped to my knees. And again the woman laughed.

'Well, for that,' she said, 'yes, you can.'

She moved before me, then. And I leaned forward, my mouth running over her fishnets. Then up, over the smooth curve of her dark ass. And as the gloved hand guided my head, the other moved her panties aside. So that now I was surrounded by the dark smell of her, her body twitching a little against her will as I began to rim her. Her ass cheeks even deeper than Clarissa's , the sinuousness of her movement even more powerful as she began to writhe against me, my tongue reaching into her deep, deeper than ever ...

And then suddenly she was gone.

'Not too much, now.' she said. 'Your training's barely even started yet.'

'My ... training.'

'Oh, my dear boy. You think just because you've managed to make little Clarissa come with your analingus that you're somehow a qualified sub? Oh, no. She's not even a dominatrix yet. And you're hardly broken as a slave.'

'Then how ... what do I need to do, to be broken?'

The woman chuckled. 'Don't you worry about that. We'll take care of it. But I suspect you'll like it. The female anus is a complex and sensitive thing. You'll need to lick a lot of it before you're ready to serve.'

'When do I start?'

'You already have. But ... Clarissa?'

'Yes?'

'Bring him here next Friday. With his tongue pierced.'

[Lone Stranger]

Its very imaginative and I especially like when you describe the taste and feel of her ass. I can't wait to see what's in store for Phil.

Later~

[Sissy Leah]

This story is amazing. The original portion was one of my favorite stories, and I'm so glad to see it continue.

[blue pak]

excellent story. please write some more, with LOTS more arse licking!

Thanks.

[macrina]

Thank you very much, have a good weekend.

[Sauur]

Great story I hope you write more!

[GoddessLilith]

Hot! :hornydevil:

[yesmaam]

Great, great story!