This part is true.
I used to have a friend who I had an unspeakably serious lust-crush on, and what I had a crush on was her ass, basically. I don’t exactly know why, but I just adored her ass. I desperately wanted her ass. As in, I wanted to have it as mine, on me, but I also wanted just to touch it and kiss it and stroke it and lust after it, all of that as well.
Um, I don’t really know why. I liked her a lot, that was part of it. And she had a really nice ass, too, I suppose. She had a nice ass, and it had a nice shape, and it sort of fit well on her, as well, like it flowed well from her back to her legs and it was just there. And she wore shorts a lot, and once I saw her in a wet bikini that didn’t quite fit, so it was slipping down and sticking to her at the same time, and everything about her was perfect right then.
So yep. I had a complete crush on her ass, and very specifically, I had a crush that I wanted to lick it.
I wanted to rim her. I wanted to lick out her asshole.
I never told her, but I desperately wanted to, to the point that sometimes I rimmed the person I was with, and thought about her, and pretended it was her I was licking.
So that might be more than you wanted to know.
Um. Anyways.
So we lost touch, and nothing happened, but I still think about her ass, and wish I’d said something to her back then. But I never did, and that’s just how life is, I suppose.
But! Because also how life also is, you can make up stuff about people you used to know and what you did with them because imagination and fantasy! Yay!
So.
That bit was true, but now this bit is the fantasy. I still think about her quite often, and I think about this quite often too.
I pretend I tell her, one day. We’re swimming, and it’s summer, and we’re floating in her pool. I say so here’s a thing, and I know she probably doesn’t care, but I have this huge, awful hideous crush and I’d really, really like to go down on her.
She seems surprised. She looked at me for a while, then says um, yeah, okay. Why not. If I want to, then sure, I can go down on her if I like.
So that’s a surprise. And I’m quite pleased. But I think I’d better explain properly. So I do. I mean, I’m almost tempted not to, and to just do my thing, but that seems kind of creepy. So I say um, yes, I really like her ass, and I want to lick her ass out, as well as her pussy.
And she seems really surprised. And blushes a bit. She seems nervous, but she says yeah, okay, if I want to.
“Now?” I say kind of breathless.
She nods.
I kiss her. I don’t want to wait and have her change her mind, so I kiss her right then, in the pool, and put my arms around her.
We kiss, and touch, and it’s odd, because she’s a friend, but it’s sexy too, all slippery skin and wet hair and the newness of her.
We kiss, and I slide my hand down her back, and stroke her ass. I want her ass. I stroke it, and then turn her around, and push her against the edge of the pool, and whisper, “Lie there.”
She understands. She hops up onto the edge of the pool, and lies on her front, with her legs still in the water, and her ass right in front of my face.
She seems nervous. I feel nervous.
I’m nervous, but I do this anyway.
I kiss her back. I lick the small of her back, and the tiny little hairs along her spine. I taste her skin, wet with chlorine, and I feel her shiver as I touch her. I kiss her, and then I pull her bikini bottoms down very slowly, down her legs, into the pool. I let them go, and stroke her ass. I kiss her ass, her cheeks, and she murmurs and moves her legs a little way apart. I kiss her ass cheeks, and lick her skin, and then slowly, every so slowly, as daintily as I can manage, I lick her asshole.
I lick her asshole, and I’m so turned on by doing that, by having my mouth on her there, that I reach down into the water and touch myself as I do.
I taste her. I taste chlorine, from the pool water, mostly. I lick her and want her and I get my terrible lust-crush on her ass back all over again, just thinking about it.
My hair is wet. It’s wet, so it’s in the way, but that doesn’t matter. Our skin is wet and slippery too. I press against her, against her legs, and feel her against my front.
And taste her on my mouth.
She’s tense, but relaxing, as I lick her ass out. I slip my fingers inside her pussy, and rub her there, too. I lap at her asshole. I slide my tongue around it. I push my tongue inside her ass, and she moans as I do.
I lick her ass out right there, at the edge of the pool, until she says, sounding really surprised, that she’s about to come.
And then she does.
And then I do too.
And she slides back into the water, and looks at me, a bit stunned. And then she kisses me some more, which is sweet.
“Did you like that?” I say.
She nods, so we go inside, and lie on a bed, and I do it to her some more, for hours.
Um, vaguely a warning that if you don’t like ass stuff or sort of bossy degradation play you might not like this one… it’s maybe a little too detailed?
Because, um, blush… it got a bit carried away. Because I mean, I like it obviously, but it still sort of evolved a little on its own… and I get maybe not everyone does? Like not even here! So that’s just a little warning, just in case 🙂
We’re watching TV, and a couple of your friends are there, and I feel like being degraded. I feel like being shamed, and mistreated, and made to do awful things. I lean over and whisper that to you, and you look at me, and smile.
You smile a little maliciously. You smile like I might get more than I expected.
Suddenly I’m scared. Scared in a breathlessly excited, sexy way.
You sit there for a moment, thinking, and then you start talking. You start talking about me, and how much I like to fuck, and how dirty I am. About what I do, and how much I do it. Everything embarrassing we’ve ever done together. You talk, while your friends look at me, and I sit there ignoring them and pretending to watch TV.
After a while you tell me to take my undies off, so I slide them off, under my skirt, without moving. I hold them out to you, and you say, “Not for me. For one of them.”
I look at you, then get up, and go over to one of your friends, and hand him my underwear. He looks at me, a bit stunned, then takes them.
Then I sit down again.
You tell me that’s not fair, and to take off my top. That doesn’t quite make sense, the fair part, but I do, and go and give it to your other friend. I’m still wearing my bra.
“Top, I said,” you tell me.
“I took off my top,” I say.
“All of it,” you say.
You obviously don’t get what I mean, but I don’t bother arguing. I just take off my bra and hand it to the same guy. Your friends both look at my tits.
I go and sit next to you, and you say, “And the skirt too.”
I do. Then I sit down again.
“No,” you say, and tell me to go and kneel in the corner. And when I get up to, you tell me to crawl.
I crawl. I kneel. You keep talking about me as if I’m not there. You’re talk about anal sex, and how much I like it, and all the weird places we’ve done it. I hate people knowing that, so I flush, as I kneel there. Not that anyone can see.
After a while you tell me to come over to you, so I crawl back over, assuming I should.
You tell me to masturbate for everyone, and I hesitate, and then do.
I kneel there, where all three of you can see me easily, and rub myself slowly. The TV is off now, and no-one is talking. There’s no sound by your voice, occasionally, telling me what to do, and the soft slippery wet sounds my hand makes, and my sighs.
After a while, you say it’s time for more. You tell me to go and get my collar, and to crawl.
I crawl out the room. I actually walk once I’m out in the hall, because I don’t want carpet-burned knees, but I kneel again on the way back, and crawl back into the room.
With the collar and lead in my mouth.
You put it on me. I kneel there and wait.
You ask your friends if they want to see something pretty amazing, and they say yes. It’s fairly obviously going to be something about sex.
You grin at your friends, all proud you can treat me like this, showing me off, sharing me, using me in front of them. You grin at them, and then take out your cock. Then you pull me forwards, onto it.
You hold me by the collar, pulling me onto your cock. Pulling me so it goes deeper than I really like. It’s deeper in my throat than I could manage usually, but like this, with you doing this, I can. I dribble and choke, but I manage.
I suck your cock, and you steer me with the collar. Soon, you pull my mouth downwards. I know what you want me to do. I suck your balls. I lick your perineum. I lick your asshole, too.
I taste your ass, and your musky sweaty taste. I slide my tongue over you. I taste you, and lap at you, and sometimes suck your cock again too. Soon, you push me away, and stand up, and take off your jeans. Then you sit back down, and lift up your legs, and pull on my lead again. I let you pull me forwards. I know what to do. I lick your asshole as carefully as I can.
Your friends watch. Your friends watch like they’ve never seen anything like this, even in porn, and maybe that haven’t. I think about that. I like that idea. Doing something they’ve never seen before, that turns me on.
I suck you, and lick your ass, one then the other. I slide my mouth along your cock. I press my face against your asshole. I worship your cock. I worship you. I give you the best head I can.
After a while you hold out the end of my dog-lead to one of your friends, and tell him to pull me over and have a go. He seems hesitant, but he does. I keep sucking you as long as I can, as he pulls, and only let go when I have to.
Your friend pulls me over, and I kneel in front of him, and he stands up and takes out his cock.
I put it in my mouth. I suck it. I undo his jeans, and slide them down, and he steps out of them but doesn’t seem to know what to do. I push gently on his leg, and he goes backwards and sits on the couch.
I suck his balls. I lick his balls. I lick his perineum and his ass. After I while I start to masturbate myself, because I can’t help it. I’m being made to rim strangers, to lick the asses of people I don’t know, and that’s just so utterly degrading it’s glorious. After a while, the second guy hands the dog lead to the third guy, who pulls me over, and I do the same to him.
None of them have come yet. They seemed to get there is more still to do, and I thought there might be, and was careful not to make them finish.
There is more.
“Want to see something really filthy?” you say suddenly, and the other two both say yes.
You unclip the lead, and tell me to go get the lube. And to crawl. And to bring it back in my mouth.
I do. I crawl into the hall, and then walk again, and in the bedroom I smear some lube on my fingers and slip them inside me before I go back, because it’s pretty obvious what you’re all going to do.
You do that. Of course. You lie me on the couch, on my back and holding my own feet, so my legs are up out the way and everyone can see properly. And then you ass-fuck me. And I groan and sigh and gasp because it’s so hot and thick and filling me.
You fuck me there for a while, until I’m shivering with pleasure, then you take your cock out of me, and turn me around by my hair, and put it in my mouth.
I suck it, while everyone watches. I suck the taste of my ass off your cock. I lick it. I lick all over it, worshipping it, licking your balls and ass too. Wanting you. Wanting this.
Wanting all of you like this.
I’ve done this before, sucking something that’s been inside me there, and I don’t really mind doing it. Not if someone desperately wants me to. It doesn’t really disgust me as much as it probably should, and I quite like how awful and wrong it seems. The awfulness kind of turns me on, but to be honest it’s actually not really that bad. Because, well, I like to rim, anyway. And doing this, what I taste is just me, and mostly what I taste is lube.
I taste lube, as I suck you. I hardly taste me.
You turn me around again, and put yourself back in my ass. You fuck me for a while, then take it out again, and I suck you for a bit again.
I like doing this. I like how degrading this is. I like how it’s the most shameful thing imaginable, and I want to be ashamed.
Although actually, it’s not quite the most shameful.
You fuck me for a while like that, and then you ask your friends if they want to try too, and they say yes, and I do it to them, too.
That’s the most shameful.
I kneel there, facing away from them, holding my ass cheeks apart so they can see themselves sliding up inside me clearly. I let them fuck me like that for a while, as long as they want me to, and then, when they pull on my collar, I turn around suck them.
They take turns with me like that. You all take turns. One of you has my ass, while another my mouth. You pass my lead around, pulling on my neck as you have me.
I lie there, and suck you all, and after a while decide I need something too.
I need you inside all of me.
So here’s something I realized, quite a while ago. If you don’t mind sucking what’s been in your ass, it means you can basically fuck like a porn star. Like have him in your ass, and then suck him clean, and then put him in your pussy too. If you’re not using condoms I mean, so the people fucking you aren’t taking them off and on as they fuck you different places, and all of that. Because it’s safe. He’s clean again. Cleaned in your mouth. Which I guess is why porn stars do that. Um, obviously.
So after a while, I do that. I make you all come with my pussy, come inside me there, because even after sucking a cock that’s been in your ass, there’s something kinky about having someone you don’t know come inside you too.
I made you all come inside me, and then you all make me come too. You kiss me. You stroke me. You touch me all over, you kiss me all over. You all lick me out, two or three mouths at once, tasting yourselves, tasting, me, sucking on me, licking all over my ass and pussy until I can’t think or move or feel anything but that.
I come. I come so hard I go wilty and limp and can’t move for a long time.
Then you tell me to go and sit in the corner, so I crawl over there, still dazed and weak, and do. I sit there, trembling from my orgasm, still tasting the taste of myself in my mouth, and feeling the spreadness and wetness of having you all inside me, too.
You turn the TV on and go back to watching it. You put on a show you know I hate, talking about sports. Just to add that final little bit of degradation, I assume.
I sit there and watch, anyway, and your friends watch me, and after a while you go and get them beers, and you put water in a bowl on the floor for me.
Oh, and wait, that is not medical advice… this is a kinky fantasy, and that bit was about cleaning stuff with your mouth because that’s sexy to me… but I am not saying anything is actually clean and you should actually do this and not expect to have something nasty happen!!
This is a bit non-consent-ish vaguely, like its implied if not described.
*****
A friend asks me if I’d like to go to a party at a waterfront mansion. She’s a bit wild, but also fun. But also a bit wild, so I say suspiciously, “What kind of party?”
“You know, the usual. Pool, free drinks, fun.”
“And…?”
“Give a couple of blowjobs to say thanks. No big deal.”
I look at her for a while then decide why not. “Okay,” I say.
We go to the party. To the mansion. It’s huge and seems expensive and is full of nice furniture and art. There’s a few men around, and we’re the only girls, which is about what I’d expected.
The men are all out by the pool, on a deck, with a view of the harbour, so we say hi, and then go to find a bedroom to get changed in. My friend had told me to bring something to swim in so I have a bikini.
I put the bottom on, and I’m about to do the top when she says not to worry about that.
“Um…” I say.
She grins, and kisses me, and kind of caresses my tits. “Please?” she said. “Just try it? For me?”
I look at her then think why not. Again. Why not be a little more like her and just live.
We go outside, and have drinks, and men look at my tits. Which is actually quite nice because small so not so much looking usually happens when I have clothes on. Not that I usually mind.
We sit, and talk, and I’m talking to one guy especially, so I decide I might as well do my thing. I lean over and ask if he wants a blowjob. He does. Kind of obviously from how quickly he says yes. We get up and go and find a bedroom, and he sits on the bed, and I kneel down and suck him off, and it doesn’t take long. It’s quite nice. I like giving head. I suck him, and let him come in my mouth, and then we go back to where everyone else is.
Apparently my friend’s been doing the same thing. She kisses me when I come back, and her mouth tastes of semen.
We kiss.
“I know what you’ve been doing,” I whisper.
“I know what you’ve been doing too,” she says.
I’m still holding the hand of the guy I just blew. He keeps holding mine as I kiss her, then, when we stop, he leads me over to another guy. He puts my hand into that guy’s hand, and that guy stands up.
I’m a bit surprised, but the idea of being passed around like that is kind of sexy. I know I shouldn’t, but I let the new guy lead me away, back to the bedrooms. I kneel down and suck his cock too, just because of the being handed around. And because why not.
When me and that guy go back out to everyone else, my friend is gone. She must be in a bedroom with someone again. I look around. There seems to be more men here now, like more people have turned up. I stand there, a bit nervous, while all these guys look at my tits.
Then the guy holding my hand leads me over to someone else, and gives me to him. I’m a bit unsure, but let it happen again.
I’m wet because it’s happening again.
I expect the new guy to stand up, but he doesn’t. He pulls me closer, pulls me down in front of him. He pulls me to my knees, in front of everyone else, and he takes out his cock.
I look at it. I look around.
I try to stand up again. “I don’t know,” I say.
He pushes me down. He holds out his cock towards me. It’s wrong, it’s terribly wrong, but being pushed back down, that turns me on. I lean forward and put him in my mouth.
I’m on my knees, sucking someone’s cock, while the rest of them all watch.
That guy comes in my mouth, and then passes me to another guy, and I suck him too.
They pass me around. They pass me along a line of men. It’s pretty obvious where this is going, and what my friend has got me into. I’m slightly annoyed with her for not warning me, but think why not. It might be fun.
Soon, people are touching me, stroking my back and hair as I suck. Soon hands slide my bikini bottoms off, and fingers slip inside me. Inside me, and inside my ass too, all slippery and warm and making me sigh.
They lie me down and start fucking me as I suck. Two and three of them fuck me at the same time. I’ve never had sex like that before, not two men inside me at once, but I’m excited by what I’m doing, and it seems to work. It’s fun.
I fuck them all, all of them, and after a while I realize my friend is sitting near me, watching.
She’s just watching, not involved, grinning at me.
“You bitch,” I say. “You planned this.”
“Yep.”
“Join in,” I say.
She shakes her head.
“Why not?” I say.
“They wanted someone new. That’s you.”
“But why not…”
“Nah, I’m not into this. Not doing it. I just blow a couple of guys to get you started. This is all for you.”
“Oh,” I say, but I don’t really care.
I pull another guy over to me and keep fucking.
um, this one gets quite rough… like people getting hit in the face and bleeding.
*****
We’re playing pool at a party and I cheat, and you win. We argue about how I cheated, moving balls around when I thought you weren’t looking. You call me a hustler, and seem really upset, and I shout back at you.
We argue while everyone watches.
Then you slap me. Hard, so it hurts, so my face stings.
I stand there for a moment, shocked, and just look at you.
Then I say, “Go on. Do that again.”
“Or you’ll what?” you say, apparently thinking that’s a threat or something.
“No,” I say. “Do that again. Please.”
You seem surprised. Then you do.
That time is hard enough my lip squashes on my teeth, and I taste a little blood. I wipe my hand on it, and look at it. Then I look back at you.
Then I spit at you. Pinkish spit, mixed with blood.
You look angry, really angry.
You slap me again, and I just stand there. My head turns as you hit me, but I turn it back. I spit again.
You hit me in the tummy, hard, so I’m winded and sore and I bend over. You hit me, and I gasp, and bend, and then I stand up again. And spit at you again.
You look even angrier. You put your hands on my neck and squeeze.
You squeeze, tight, so I want to cough and gasp.
You squeeze, and then you say to me that you’re going to teach me a lesson. All of you are.
I don’t care. I want you to. I spit again, badly. So it dribbles down my chin, and onto your hand.
This time you spit back. Then you slap me. Then you grab my hair, and pull on it, roughly, pull so I can’t help but lean towards you, suddenly trapped.
You reach up my skirt, with rough groping fingers. You reach up it, put your hand underneath, and press your fingers against me, up between my legs. I wince, because it hurts, and because I’m trying to be rude on purpose. And because I’m hoping you don’t notice I’m wet through my undies. You seem to notice, unfortunately. You grin, quite unpleasantly. You pull my undies out of the way, and push your fingers inside me, and they go in me easily, all warm and slidey, wet with me, and you grin some more as you feel that, and as you finger me.
I wince some more too.
“Do you like that?” you say.
“I hate it,” I say, and spit at you again, so you kind of yank your fingers out of me, roughly, painfully, and reach up, and tug down my singlet top so one of my breasts is bare.
You take it out in a room full of people. So they can all see it, see me. Like they just saw me get fingered.
For some reason that excites me.
You look at my breast for moment. Then you slap it, hard, very hard, so tears come to my eyes. Then you push me onto the pool table behind me, push me face-first onto it, bending me over it, with my feet still on the floor. You hold me there. You hold me down easily, with one hand in the middle of my back, pressing, and then you start taking off your belt with your other hand.
I struggle. I try to get back up, realizing what you’re about to do. I don’t mind being spanked, or even whipped with a belt. I just don’t want it to happen to me in front of a room full of strangers.
I struggle, but it doesn’t do much good. You’re strong, and hold me easily with one hand, one arm with your weight on my back, and I can’t get away.
You take off your belt and hit me.
I gasp. I shriek. I shout angry protests and tell you to fuck off. You hit me anyway, and I can’t quite believe you are.
It hurts. It hurts more than a hand. It stings all sharply, and somehow aches too. It must be leaving marks on my skin. It must be bruising me.
First you hit me through my skirt, while I’m still struggling. Then you seem to realize I can’t do much to stop you, and so you push my skirt up, and hit my bare ass. My undies are small and pretty, small enough half my ass is bare, and they aren’t really much help with the being hit.
So you hit me.
You hit me a lot. You hit me until I’m sobbing, until I’m crying, but also until the blows on my ass have made me all warm and wet and throbby-tingly inside.
Then you move, and stand behind me.
You move, still holding me.
For a second I’m just glad you stopped. For a second I’m glad the whipping is over. I started this, yes, but we got more into it than I’d really meant to, and the pain has almost got to be too much. I’m relieved. I’m glad it’s over.
Then I realize it isn’t.
I hear you unzip you jeans.
I hear that, and realize how close you’re standing behind me, pressing your legs against mine, trapping me.
I realize this isn’t over at all.
I can’t believe what you’re about to do. I try to get up, and I say, “Fuck off,” and, “No way.”
Because a roomful of people are watching, I think. Not exactly no to it all.
I try to get up, but you just push me back down, and grab my arm, and twist it up behind my back, and hold me. You hold me down, and pull my undies out of the way, and stick your cock into me, and I feel it so hard and hot against my wet that I stop moving and just lie there.
I lie there while you fuck me.
And then I start to fuck you back.
I’m already close. I’m wet from being spanked, and I can feel my ass sore every time you bump into it as we fuck. I can feel eyes on me, too, people watching, and that’s also why. Doing this, being treated like this, while a roomful of people watch. It’s exciting, and I’m close, and I realize you are too. You’re groaning and gasping and I can feel you start swelling inside me.
I can feel it, against my insides, as you move, and I suddenly think to worry about that.
“Don’t come inside me,” I say, which is unlike me really, but you’re a stranger at a party who just beat me with a belt in front of a roomful of other strangers, so it kind of makes sense not to have your come inside me.
Or you cock, really, but it’s too late for that now.
“Please not inside me,” I say, but you don’t answer, and keep fucking. A moment later, though, you grab my hips and pull me off the table. You pull me back, sprawling a bit, then you grab my hair, and hold me by my hair, and push me down, making me kneel in front of you.
I know why.
Anyone could guess why.
Your cock is in your other hand. You hold it out, and I don’t care any more. I take it in my mouth. I suck, tasting you, tasting us, my wet too. I suck and you start to come, and as you do you pull it out so it goes on my chin and lips as much as in my mouth.
Then you pull me back up, by my hair, and push me face-down on the table again, and say, “Who’s next?”
I start to struggle. I kick, and say, “No way,” again, but you ignore me again, and hold me down easily again, and another guy whose been watching says yes, he will.
I kick and try to pull my arms free, but it doesn’t do much good. Someone slaps my ass, hard, a couple of times, and then the new guy sticks himself into me.
I go still when he does.
I go still, but then I start to fuck him too. I still haven’t come.
When he’s ready he pulls me onto the floor, and comes on my mouth and face, and then you both lift me back onto the table and someone else fucks me. And someone else after him.
You don’t let me come. They don’t let me come. On purpose, I think, in case I stop. I don’t really know why. I don’t know I could make you all stop.
People watch, and I fuck, and occasionally someone smacks me too.
The fifth guy comes inside me, and everyone who’s still waiting is upset. They all tell him he’s disgusting, that they don’t all want to fuck his spunk, and that he’s really rude as well, since I’d asked you all not to do that. They make him kneel down and lick it back out of me, and that’s so desperately exciting for me that they have to pull him away so I don’t come. And after that I try a bit harder to squeeze and move and make them finish inside me by mistake. I do again on guy number eight, and he has to lick it out of me as well.
I’m lying on the table, my face on the green felt, all sweaty and breathless and smugly pleased with myself, when guy number nine says he doesn’t want to put his cock where someone else already came, and he’s having my ass instead.
“No,” I say, “Please don’t,” but nobody listens.
They hold me. They push me against the table. And he does. He has my ass. And I come. I can’t help it. It’s so utterly shameful and degrading to have this done to me, that I come.
Which makes him come too.
So then he has to lick it out of me, there, as well.
Which is the most wonderful slippery licky warm feeling I’ve ever felt. I moan. I sigh. I whisper how good that feels. And the rest of you all think that’s funny, and all hold him there, and make him lick me until I come again.
And after that, a couple more men fuck me, the last who were watching, but I’m getting tired, and it’s becoming a chore, and you all seem to be about done too. After those two, you let me stand up, and get off the table, and tell me I can go.
I say I don’t want to.
You seem surprised, then tell me not to be silly.
“I’m not,” I say. “I’ll have a rest for a bit if you like, but I don’t want to go.”
You shrug, and tell me to sit on the edge of the table while you keep playing pool, and to suck off anyone who asks me to. So I do.