My girlfriend, Lisa, and I had been having trouble. I was losing her, I could tell by her diminishing interest in me. Getting her into bed was becoming increasingly difficult even after offering her presents and awards. Even after I seduced her by crawling under the sheets and licking her delicious pussy she seemed disinterested. And when I finally mounted her and pounded away she acted bored. I could only make her climax with my tongue. My cock seemed to have little effect on her. Often she would just lie there as if she was thinking of something or someone else.
It wasn't just the physical part that waned, although that element had been becoming less prevalent. It had more do to with her sudden interest in one of the warehouse guys. The fact that the brute actually worked for me made the situation even more difficult.
When I say Al was a brute, believe me. He's the definition of the creature. Although shorter than me, he was certainly the stronger, both in mind and body. To show off his well-developed muscles he always wore some form-fitting t-shirt, his broad shoulders and huge muscles clearly showing that he spent many hours in the gym lifting weights.
Like I said, I was his boss but in title only. I never seemed in control when talking to him. Whenever he was around I was nervous, felt unsure and fidgeted like a teenager around a beauty queen. It didn't help that he always wore this condescending smirk when I spoke with him, generally ignoring everything I said, walking off in the middle of my instructions and doing whatever he wanted. I wanted to tell him to show more respect but just standing next to him caused a ripple of fear to run through me, actually causing my little guy to shrivel whenever I was in his presence. I had that kind of reaction to alpha males ever since I used to get shoved around in junior high by bullies. I would have fired him if I could have found the courage to do it.
Somehow Al recognized that he held the upper hand. How do these Alpha males sense their superiority whenever I'm around? It's like I emit a smell they can sense. I don't know what it is but it always seems to happen to me.
Lisa and I had been together for six months when the luster wore off, at least for her. on my part I was hopelessly infatuated. Who wouldn't be? She was built like Jennifer Love Hewitt, but sexier. A pretty face with piercing eyes, her dark hair curled at the top of her shoulders. Legs were well shaped, the kind you drool over, and her breasts were perky, jutting and dominant without being too large.
But it was her luscious rear end that first caught my attention. She had an ass to die for. There was nothing better on earth than getting behind her behind and ramming that scrumptious derriere.
Things went along fairly well until I made a critical mistake. When I first met her Lisa was a shy, unassuming gal who wanted a take-charge guy and since I had a prominent position in the company she assumed I was that kind of fellow. Little did she know. Hidden deep inside me was a submissive trait that ran a mile wide and desperately wanted to find its way out, always searching for ways to reveal its masochistic tendencies.
For some very bizarre reason I crave humiliation. The ultimate form of demonstrating this perverse trait is by submitting to someone superior.
My history was filled with examples. I had already lost a wife because of this damn masochistic tendency and more than one girlfriend left me after I displayed this humiliating part of my makeup, so I was trying hard to keep it from Lisa hoping she would be the one I grew old with.
One night I was doing my best to get her turned on and keep her excited, using the old massage trick, teasing her back and shoulders with my artful manipulations. I should have stayed away from her backside, concentrated on her front and not tempted fate. I was too near the object of my devotion when I felt some of the old feelings come back to haunt me.
Women always got the best of me. It's always been that way. My first wife took advantage of her superior looks and mischievous mind. Almost from the start she seemed to plot how to train me to become her devoted slave. To be fair, with the combination of luscious body and sweet pussy it didn't take much coercion on her part.
After a couple of months of marriage, my wife decided she had little need for little thing so bedtime consisted of me scooting under the covers to feast at the glorious fount while she read a magazine or watched television. After a couple of orgasms, she would turn off the light, roll over and go to sleep. She let me know that she didn't want and had little need my tiny soldier. After the honeymoon my proud but insignificant warrior was forsaken as she took advantage of my oral need of devotion. It didn't take long for my role in the marriage to be one of servitude. All the money I earned, and I had a good salary, went to her needs. Somewhere in the third year I realized the clothes she bought were to entertain others. I tried to keep her happy but frolicking with her big studs was more important to her.
Like the fool I am, I went along with whatever she wanted, I was so in love with her incredible beauty and somewhere along the way I learned to enjoy her orgasms as if they were my own.
Our relationship was easy for her, it was so one-sided. She began training me to do whatever she wanted. One of the most humiliating, yet exciting, things she had me do was preparing her for her dates and then cleaning her nasty pussy after she returned. One night, she taught me the final lesson.
She never allowed my little guy anywhere close to her delectable rear end, she seldom let it near her pussy for that matter, but after a night where her lover screwed her royal derriere she decided she wanted me to clean it out.
Lying on my stomach with her gorgeous butt in my face with my worshipful tongue buried deep inside was the most humiliating, yet intoxicating, thing she ever made me do. It took a while but I finally realized that worshipping my wife's ass was the most thrilling act I had ever done. To my surprise, the depraved act caused me to cum on the sheets as I licked up the sperm of another man.
There can't be any act that demonstrates your total subjugation to another more than licking someone's fanny, especially when you put your servile tongue inside the hole. Debasing, degrading, and humiliating, it is still the ultimate form of surrender to another, at least to me. My wife was so amused at my kinky behavior that the act of devotion became the only way she let me get off from then on.
Needless to say, my wife left me for another man, she said a real man, pointing at my miniscule weapon and thereby belittling my lack of manhood. After becoming just her ass-licking slave it was hard to argue. For a couple of years after she left she would call me up, tell me to take her shopping and I would be allowed me to taste her used and nasty pussy after she fucked somebody. Even though those times were always extremely humiliating, or maybe because they were so depraved, I always jumped at the chance.
But back to Lisa and the way I succumbed to her gorgeous posterior.
As I was massaging Lisa's back my eyes kept returning to that perfect bottom of hers. Submissive and devotional urges raced through my veins like the hot lava of heroin. As I stared at her hindquarters the curves began to hypnotize me. My hands crept ever lower. A masochistic lust swept through me. My lips caressed the soft skin of her shoulders and my mouth wandered down past the shoulder blades tracing the outline of her spine. She sighed as she felt my tender caress.
As I approached the beloved shrine my hands softly fondled the smooth and fleshy skin. I carefully I kneaded the fleshy mounds of her butt as if they were made of the finest silk. From the purring sounds I thought she was enjoying my erotic manipulations.
Even as I inched closer my feeble brain tried to warn me. My conscience mumbled an attempt of reason, but focusing on those beautiful twin globes I knew I was lost. I was entering a subspace from which I didn't want to return.
Lust, sweet masochistic lust took over.
The moment proved critical. There I was face to face with one of the sexiest posteriors in history. Disregarding every sense of caution, every whisper of wisdom, my head lowered as if drawn like a moth to the flame, and my lips brushed the warm skin. Lisa seemed to stiffen but even that reaction didn't dissuade me from journeying down this road of depravity.
My lips kissed the smooth slope and my worshipful tongue licked the velvety contour, caressing the forbidden flesh of her ass cheeks as I neared my goal.
Lisa tightened, surprised at my unusual, and to her, demeaning maneuver. I suspected, being the good girl that she was, that Lisa had never known anyone depraved enough to lick her ass.
Unable to resist the wicked temptation I kissed toward the cleft. My beloved destiny called.
Lisa must have come to a decision because her clenched cheeks loosened and easily parted as I wormed my face between them until close to the blessed rosebud.
The time of reckoning was nigh. One last cautionary warning flashed through my besotted brain but found no takers.
When my tongue entered she uttered a gasp of disbelief. It sounded like a sigh of disgust, however, like she usually did, she let me continue with my act of depravity.
What perfect Eden for me—she was disgusted, I was in heaven.
When I was married I was only allowed to worship my wife's gorgeous ass after giving her multiple orgasms with my mouth and tongue. Once satisfied she simply rolled over and I worshipped while rubbing against the bed. It took only a few minutes to lose myself in the evil act and I would explode all over the panties I wore.
I didn't want to actually cum while licking Lisa's ass, thinking it might seriously damage our already fragile relationship so I restrained myself and just kept licking, pretending the act was merely a form of foreplay, a casual and meaningless caress, although to me, it was a statement, not one to be proud of, but a statement nonetheless of my willingness to become her slave.
Somehow I managed to stop my devotion and hoping to retain some semblance of dignity I pointed the mighty, but miniscule warrior, at her pussy and entered from behind, all the while fantasizing about returning to my ultimate goal of surrendering to her. Needless to say, I came quickly, much to her disappointment.
Sadly, disappointment was the word that was to describe me from that moment on.
One thing I usually did while screwing her from behind was threaten to put my little guy deep into her backside, whispering how much I would love to fuck her lovely ass.
Pounding away I whispered in her ear, "Do you know what I really want to do?" This was my cue for her to acknowledge I wanted to get into her bottom, do the nasty to her magnificent booty. Instead, she changed the roles.
"You want to lick my ass." Did she know?
Shocked, the little guy shot like a Fourth of July firecracker.
Snorting, Lisa pushed me off her and walked to the bathroom. Of course, I ogled her sweet tail, my mouth watering at the sight.
This encounter was but a prelude to my following predicament. Knowing she was complete control, Lisa made sure our lovemaking consisted of me going down on her, using my mouth and tongue as if they were mere playthings for her amusement. Soon, she denied me access to her pussy with anything but my tongue.
Naturally, I acquiesced like the humble soul that I am and let her set the pace. We both knew it's what I wanted anyway.
