My girlfriend Mika had been away on a consulting gig for a week and we had another three to go before we were reunited. We'd only been dating for a few months but overall we liked where things were going. More or less. I like pretty strong and aggressive women and have fantasized about having my girlfriend take a more assertive and controlling role in the bedroom. I had nothing to do that Saturday and I was bored and horny. Fantasies of my girlfriend tying me up and taking advantage of me were playing through my head and I was ready to get rid of my tremendous hard-on just so I could get on with the day. Mika had left some panties in my dirty clothes hamper and I was feeling pretty nasty so I was soon laid out on the couch, her silky pink panties rubbing up and down on my dick while I dreamed about Mika sitting on my face. BZZZ! BZZZZ! The doorbell cut through my fantasies. No way was I going to put on some clothes and go down and answer the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I was far more interested in coming than dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses. BZZZZ! BZZZ! The doorbell vanquished my hope of continuing uninterrupted. I threw on some gray nylon windpants and went downstairs to open the door.
I threw open the door and there was a FedEx deliverywoman in white shorts facing slightly away from me. She was bent over looking down at a small white box, checking it with her scanner. Her long black hair flowed slightly in the breeze and as she shifted her weight on her long lean tanned legs I was gaping at her tight ass stretching her shorts, panty lines clear through the white fabric. As she turned her head up to look at me, her eyes caught two things- one, that my hard-on had not diminished as quickly as I thought it would and that I was excited enough to stain the front of my windpants with my precum and two, that Mika's panties had gotten caught on the velcro of the pant's pocket. She stood up to her full height, smiling through her dark aviator glasses at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess you're…busy". The way her honeyed voice emphasized 'busy', she made it clear she had a pretty good idea of what I was doing. I blushed a little as she continued, "I have a package for you but you look like you already have one". "Uh", I replied smartly. She stepped closer to me and I stepped backwards through the door, feeling somewhat like I'd been caught doing something wrong by a teacher in grade school.
She closed the door, dropped the package on the floor and grabbed my package, tightly rubbing the wet nylon on my now rock hard dick. I gasped at the sensation, my mind reeling at the possibilities and bumping with adrenaline. "Do you like it, you naughty boy?" Her hand tightened on my cock, underlining 'naughty'. "Yes", I whispered. "Oh", she laughed, "I don't think we are on such familiar terms. Call me Miss Yang."
"Yes, Miss Yang". "Good. I already know your name and where you live, Greggy, you filthy little jerker. Whose panties are these?"
"Umm, they're my girlfriend's…and my name is Greg", I stated, trying to regain some dignity. She wasn't having it, "Ooooh, Greg, that's a big boy's name, not fit for a little panty-sniffing jerkoff who's cheating on his girlfriend. And you didn't call me Miss Yang", her hand gripped my balls tightly through the nylon. "Yes, Miss Yang". "Now that I have you attention, Greggy, I am in a hurry and you've got to finish what you've started." With that she pushed me onto the stairs. I gasped as the stair hit me between the ribs. She didn't even take off her boots but just slipped her white shorts over them and stood above me, her swollen pussy shining wetly through her thin white panties. I was in awe of this woman's strength and power and how quickly she established her dominance of me.
My awe was short-lived as she knelt down over my face and ground her panties into my nose. "Work fast, Little Greggy", she said as she settled in on top of me, her boots pinning my arms down and her wet panties pressing against my face. As soon as I started licking her, this goddess just began grinding on me. I was surprised at how little I could breathe as she used her weight and position to envelop my nose and mouth in her essence. Her hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me in deeper, cutting off my oxygen all together. She ground her clit up and down on my nose, just fucking my face. I could feel her need as the sticky wetness covered my face and she humped my nose harder. She knew what she was doing, no question about it. Her pace quickened, and I fell into her rhythm, timing my breathing to coincide with the movement of her hips. Her strokes became longer as she really started going for it. She was grunting with the effort as her movements quickened; she pulled off my face and then slammed back into it, grinding her pussy in a circle on my nose and then she backed off again before thrusting forward again. My tongue barely came into play, even though I tried to use it to give this amazing woman more pleasure. My neck and shoulders screamed with pain as her weight forced them against the stairs, the rug burning my back. As she pressed her pussy against my face I could feel my nose go into her soaking slit and she gasped, pushing harder. She pushed her panties to the side; she was close and replaced her humping action with just rubbing her open slit up and down nose, pausing at the tip to really work her hard clit. My breathing became a sucking sound through her wetness and I could feel myself getting light headed from the lack of oxygen. I started to struggle harder against her, but this only spurred her on, "Ohh, what's the matter, Greggy-boy? Can't the little panty-jerker breathe? Oooo…uhhh…uhhh…little stroker…panty faggot…unhh…unnh…UNNHH!" She flooded my face as she peaked, her hands tightly wound around the back of my head, my nose deep in her pussy. She held me there for a moment; the only sound the sound of her heavy breathing as she came down. She moved her body up for a moment and I gasped in the cool air. I opened my eyes and found her looking down at me, eyes still inscrutable through the dark glasses. Her hand made a wet slapping sound as she patted my face, "Nice work, Greggy. I hope your lady gets to fuck your face like that." She stood and I was looking right up this beautiful woman's long legs to her shining inner thighs, wet with her come.
Disappointment welled up as I thought this amazing encounter was about to end. Instead she turned around, pulled her panties off, placed both boots behind my shoulders and sat down on my face again. "What's the matter, Greggy, you never licked ass before?" her hand slapped my now soaking crotch as she asked the question. My tongue flicked out and she gasped as it touched her rim. "Oooh, you are a little asslicker, aren't you?" She pushed down on my shoulders with her boots and her sphincter opened against my mouth, "Clean out my ass, shitlicker." My cock surged as she berated me. "Oh, look at the little rimmer's pee-pee, all hard as he sucks my ass", her hand beating out a little rhythm on my dick, which only swelled in response to the rough treatment. "Oooh, shitty likes his dickie whacked—that's what you were doing, whacking off, right?" Her ass pressed hard against my face, my nose deep in her hole. She grunted and I felt her asshole open even more, swallowing my nose. I've never been more excited- my wildest fantasies were being played out. One hand of hers was rubbing her clit, the other slapping my cock erratically. She started moving tightly back and forth on my face, lifting up slightly to shift her position and give me air before sliding my nose back into her asshole. Her slapping became harder as she closed on her orgasm, "Oooh, assboy likes my funk. Suck my ass, panty pussy." Her hand gripped my balls and I closed my mouth around her asshole, sucking madly. The slapping resumed, "That's it, Greggy, suck my filthy hole. Get it all in there. Yeah, baby, little asslicking faggot, get some tongue in there. MMMmmmm. That's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah." Her ass was now firmly against my nose, grinding it deeper and deeper into her funky hole and her hand was now a quick staccato against my swollen cock, the wetness of my nylon pants intensifying the sensation. Her other hand worked her clit, stroking it, tugging it, slapping it. I could barely hear her gasps of pleasure as her butt cheeks became my world. As my own orgasm neared I started spearing her asshole hard with my tongue. "Good good good, GOOD Greggy, that's it. Work the tongue. Hnnh, hnnnh, hnnh, AAHHH!" As she hit her orgasm her entire body froze, taut with the pleasure ripping through her. Her hand stopped slapping my cock as she just rested on my face, occasionally grinding her open asshole down.
