Marc gave an enthusiastic groan as his face was smothered by Josie's cheeks and his vision was filled with her tight, puckered asshole. He was all set to begin devouring it when her weight shifted unexpectedly. She lifted one leg, then the other, and lay them out flat on top of him. Suddenly he had her whole body bearing down on him, with only her arms spread by her sides to alleviate some of the pressure. She gave a pleasurable little sigh, stretching her legs out to their full length. "Sorry Marc, but I need to give my knees a rest. There's no point sitting on you when I can lie on you, is there?"
"Uh-uh," he muttered, the best he could manage with his mouth half-crushed by her ass cheeks.
"I know your small talk isn't up to much right now, so I'll just ask you one more question: am I going to feel that tongue inside me, Marc? Really feel it?" He grunted again, nodding frantically through her suffocating flesh. "I hope so, because even though this won't be your last visit, it is your first one, and you'll never have that privilege again. Remember that." As the full commanding force of her words sank in, Marc realised that she had the perfect view of his cock surging upwards in excitement between her legs, and that only made it harder.
Burying his face deep between her buttocks, he began to make long, passionate love to her asshole. He realised exactly what she meant by it being his first visit; he should take his time, and savour the experience. There was, after all, no way he was going to get her off doing this, and no hint from Josie that that was what she wanted. Now that she'd had her orgasm she was free to simply enjoy her dominance, and as she lay on top of him using his tongue she became more relaxed, and more powerful still. "Mmm," she sighed happily, rubbing her ass into his face. "I said you were a natural, Marc."
Marc kissed and sucked at her opening, pressing his mouth and nose up against it. Josie moaned with pleasure, grinding back against him. Making good on his promise, he extended his tongue and swirled it as deep inside her asshole as he possibly could. "God, you dirty little boy... You should be doing this for a living. All your problems solved, just by kissing ass." There was a moment's silence. "You think you'd have had less trouble with your ex, if you'd learnt to kiss ass more often?"
Her little taunt was like a shockwave to Marc's brain. For a moment he stopped, filled with a mixture of confusing emotions; there was guilt, intense humiliation, but right behind it there was also the most intense desire for her, like a shot in the arm. He dove back into her asshole with renewed passion, and the other end of his body betrayed his feelings at once. "My God, look at that," Josie giggled in astonishment. "Your cock just leapt up like someone ran a battery through it." She reached out with her toes, and his shaft flinched as she touched it. "Jesus, that thing is as ready to shoot as I've ever seen it. I'll have to be careful."
She backed off, lying a little more cautiously on top of him, as though he were an unexploded bomb. As he continued to lick at her lower reaches she said quietly, "Just remember Marc, you're in a good place right now. You're exactly where you should be, and you're doing just fine." Marc groaned in agreement, and carried on giving her the most thorough rimming he could manage. Far from hurting him, her jibe had given him renewed purpose and contentment.
After a few more minutes exploring her anus with his tongue, he was pleased to hear the sticky sound of Josie's wet pussy as she stretched it open with her fingers. She was playing with herself again, not with the aim of getting off but purely and simply from her own arousal. She stretched herself out and returned her feet to his cock, rubbing her toes up and down it in the confidence that she wouldn't push him too far this time. Some of the precum from the tip oozed off and collected in the cracks of her toes, and she cooed in delight.
When she was satisfied, she gave a long appreciative sigh and tapped him with both her big toes. "OK, that's enough. You did good." Digging her arms awkwardly into the mattress, she levered herself off his body. "Good job I eat so much bran," she murmured. She shuffled up to Marc and lifted his head off the covers, embracing him in her arms and lips. Her long sensual kiss sent a wave of excitement pulsating through his body as it heaved helplessly beneath her.
Eventually she broke off and set his head down, stroking the hair back from his glistening brow. Marc lay there meekly, letting her words sink in and realising the truth in them; he was right where he should be, and doing just fine. He wasn't afraid to show his gratitude either. "Thank you for using my face to rest on, Josie."
"You're welcome," she giggled. "You're very comfortable." She placed her right hand over his heart, feeling it rise and fall. She examined his pink chest, the nipples standing up into her fingers as she played idly with them. "You put quite a shift in there too. But, I'm not surprised. Guys like you will always go a long way for the right woman, that's what I love about you. You just need to be properly motivated." Josie folded her arms over Marc's ribcage, smiling benignly at him. "Do I motivate you, Marc?"
"Always," he declared simply, and her cool command dissolved into a girlish grin. She rested her chin on her palms and stared coyly at him. They looked at each other silently, only their heavy breathing audible in the room.
"When you first met me," she said at last, "were you embarrassed?"
"Uh, well I suppose I was, yeah. I mean, I've never done something like that on a first date before..."
"No, no." Josie shook her head. "That's not what I mean, and you know it. Were you embarrassed to be seen with me, that first time in the café?" Marc's mouth opened in protest, but he hesitated, and she saw the truth slowly eking out of him. "You certainly looked like you were. Did you think you'd just been having a bit of fun and now you felt stupid, going through with it in real life?"
"I guess so. I don't know, I thought maybe we wouldn't click, that I might just seem like a sleazy old guy to you..." Marc ran out of ways to rationalise his feelings. "It was my mistake, I'm sorry."
"You're not the first one," Josie sighed. "I've seen people get cold feet before. Or even worse. There's the kind of guy who just..." She stopped, and gave a little shrug of the shoulders. It was the first time Marc had seen her even slightly defeated, and the pained look on his face showed how unsettling this was to him. "The kind who wants to be 'normal', you know. Like everything that we talked about was just a fantasy, to get each other's attention, but we couldn't possibly be like that for real. Like
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