Greg had a tough time concentrating on work this week. The exciting events with Chloe last weekend played out in his mind over and over again. He felt he was becoming increasingly attracted to her, physically and even more so mentally.
If he was honest with himself, he already had an idea that he was the submissive type, at least when it came to sex. He preferred the woman to take over control between the sheets.
However, none of his dates or his ex-girlfriends had ever really awakened this hidden vein in him. It certainly had something to do with his appearance. He was indeed 6"5' and exercised a lot. His body was athletic and fit, with broad shoulders and quite muscular in general. All his former girlfriends and dates automatically assumed he was an alpha male. Therefore, his sex life was very vanilla, and he mostly assumed the missionary position on top. It was just what they did, but he didn't like it very much, if he was completely honest. And his girls probably felt the same way, because eventually, most of his relationships turned out to be "very oral" as far as sex was concerned. And Greg liked licking them more than actually fucking. And he was a devoted, persistent pussy licker. He liked everything about it, the smell (most of the time, anyway), the feel and taste on his tongue, and the reactions he could elicit with just his tongue.
If he liked the taste, if it tasted sweet and aromatic at the same time, if the juices first flowed out of her honey pot transparently and then, with increasing arousal, finally oozed out of her thick and creamy, then he was in pussy paradise.
The view of a beautiful kitty flower alone could drive him crazy with lust and he had a clear preference for a neat, shaved, and small biscuit. Even though also a big flesh cavern with long labia hanging out could still sometimes excite him in a special way, for him, the perfect pussy was somewhat compact, small, clearly defined.
Chloe's cookie combined all the qualities he loved. Her narrow Asian hip bones made her pelvis protrude from her body, which would already catch Greg's attention even when she still had her panties or tight sweat pants on. And once she lost those, the sight of her mound was like coming directly out of a perfectionist manga comic. Rather small and concise in shape, but with full labia protruding just as much as needed, a cute little clit covered by soft skin and all this in a light to dark pink that was just made to be licked and would attract anyone's tongue, certainly Greg's. And Chloe was completely shaven when she let him get between her thighs.
And she tasted like honey to him. Since she had that basic sweet smell, Greg didn't even mind licking her after a long day at work either. He knew that underneath what might have been the salty smell of the day, the sweetest ambrosia was waiting for him.
He also enjoyed the position he was in during this service. Lying between a woman's legs was definitely the best position for a sub. It played perfectly into his submissive nature. She was in control, able to close her thighs and restrain and dominate his head and mouth, taking his breath away. Her vagina had the power, his mouth was only the servant. This silken purse that usually served other daily needs, forced the man's mouth to open, to surrender and receive and lick up. This feeling of submission was incredibly intense and always even increased when Greg looked up from this position. On Friday he could see Chloe's face from there above her protruding pelvis, her still clothed flat belly and aroused breasts, her satisfaction, that grin. It was driving Greg absolutely crazy.
God, how he had enjoyed this last Friday night!