Im Her Butt Slut

I really am a little butt slut.

Whether it's her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can't get enough of it; I love every aspect of the act.

The role reversal, where she takes control and I'm the one that spreads my legs and she fills me up instead, is a wonderful treat. The feeling of being deeply fucked by a vibrator or even a finger, that jolt of pleasure that's so strong it's almost painful when she strokes my prostate, offers a unique satisfaction for any man open minded enough to experience it. The pressure surging up from deep inside of me, like her finger is reaching all the way through my ass and up into my cock, feeling like she's going to push the come right out of me. The intimacy, letting her penetrate me, being vulnerable to her, doing something taboo and being united in our mutual enjoyment of it. It's an extraordinarily sexy thing.

My wife, we'll call her Shannon, was going back home for a couple weeks for a big family reunion. Shannon had always been close to her family, but with both of us busy getting careers off the ground and adjusting to married life after a long engagement, she felt she'd been gone too long. I wasn't making the trip, work being what it is and all, though I wasn't too upset about missing the whole thing. Someone's got to stay behind and guard the castle, right?

Of course, my not going along on the trip meant a bit of a dry spell for the both of us, something I wasn't too happy about. So many people complain about how marriage and careers ruin a couple's sex lives, but Shannon and I have always maintained a pretty active and intense sex life. Maybe it comes from our still being in our mid twenties, maybe it's our willingness to always try new things, or hey, maybe it's even that whole being in love thing. In any case, the flip side of that coin is that making love several times a week makes two weeks without sex feel even more like an eternity than it already does. Going to bed Friday night, her leaving the next night, I obviously expected to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon in bed, making up for the two weeks to come. I didn't know Shannon had plans of a more intense nature in mind.

I woke up first, about 11:00 that morning. I rolled out of bed to take a leak, and coming back to the bedroom, saw Shannon still asleep, lying on her stomach, blanket pulled just below her beautiful bare ass from my getting out of bed. The summer sun was trying to peek at her through the blinds, casting broken shafts of light almost randomly across the bedspread. I stood in the doorway, staring for a moment at the curves of her back running down to her butt.

It's hard to explain, but I've always found the contours of a woman's backside to be one of the sexiest things about a woman, and my wife was no exception. The long smooth slope down her spine, starting from that long dark brown hair, reaching down to the small of her back, and then rising back up over the sexy curve of that perfectly grabbable ass -- the image had an immediate effect on me. I took a sip of the water on the bedside stand and slipped back into bed, spooning up against her backside, my arm squeezing her tight to me, and my growing hardon placed quite stealthily against her ass. I felt her lean back against me, her left hand reaching back to settle on my hip, a low moan coming from her lips.

"I wonder what you want?" she quietly asked. She leaned back further against me, turning her smiling face to give me a quick peck on the lips.

"Gee, I wonder," I replied sarcastically. "Maybe we could start with a good kiss," I said, pulling her a little closer and placing my lips back on hers. We kissed slowly, her hand still on my hip, my left hand slowly travelling up from her thigh to lightly tickle the inside of her hip, before continuing up to firmly grab her left breast. I felt her lips form into a smile beneath mine for a moment, and then she rolled against me onto her back, pulling her head off the pillow to kiss me back harder as I slid my right arm under her neck to support her head.

"You're right, that is a good way to start the morning," she said softly against my lips. She reached up and grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling my lips against hers, as her tongue reached out to find mine. I let my hand drop from her breast to reach back down to her hip, slowly stroking back and forth between her hips, my fingers stroking along her neatly trimmed pubic mound, occasionally running down the inside of her thigh, before finally reaching back to grab her ass and pull her close against me.

I bent my head down and grabbed her hair in my hand pulling back firmly and felt a quiet gasp come from her lips against my shoulder. I slowly began to kiss along the side of her neck, following the edge of her hair up to her jaw and then to her ear; giving it a little nibble before continuing back down her neck, I could feel her breathing catch for a moment, becoming a little heavier. This continued for a couple minutes, until I felt the fingers of her free hand slowly trail down my chest, the bottom of my tummy ticklish to her touch, before her fingers wrapped tightly around my hard cock. I tried to do likewise, letting go of her ass to try to reach between her legs, but she quickly clamped her legs together, denying my questing fingers access to that part of her. I felt her head turn, her mouth moving from my shoulder to my ear. She bit my earlobe briefly before giving my cock another squeeze, stronger this time, and I felt her hot breath against my neck and ear, sending goosebumps along my skin, as she gently whispered, "I've got plans for you, baby".

With that, she quickly let go of my cock and pushed her hand against my chest, rolling me onto my back and back onto my side of the bed. She sat up in bed and rolled forward onto her hands and knees, leaning forward over my lower body. Quite happy to let her take control, I pulled a pillow under my head and laid back to let her do what she wanted. She crawled forward on all fours, settling with her left arm around my torso, and pulled my legs apart, reaching forward with her right hand to stroke the insides of my thighs as I felt her hot breath against my cock. She was still on her knees near my right arm, that ass sitting up in the air, and her visibly moist pussy lips peeking back between her legs. As she began to kiss my cock, her fingers stroking my perineum and my balls, I reached out and ran my hand up the inside of her leg, pressing my knuckles against her wet pussy. I heard her groan softly and her fingers paused for a moment before she spoke.

"You'd better not do that, if you want to enjoy this," she calmly said without looking back at me. Curious and interested in what game she was playing, I smiled to myself, dropping my hand back to the bed, but still leaving it between her legs. I felt her lips begin sliding against the side of my shaft, up and down, as she cupped my balls in her hand and began to roll them in her fingers. Her left hand reached over my hip, her weight on her elbow, and I felt her point my cock up, away from my body, and finally I felt her hot mouth wrap around my head.

Shannon began slowly sliding her mouth up and down my cock, going a little farther down each time, as her fingers continued to stroke my balls. I tried to push the entirety of my cock in her mouth, as she slowly bobbed up and down on it, but every time my hips rose to meet her mouth she pulled back, denying me that feeling of having the full length of my cock shoved tightly into her mouth. I felt her fingers leave my balls, stroking down the inside of my thigh, before softly tracing down the crack of my ass. I pulled one knee up further, giving her easier access if she continued down that route, and making clear my interest in her doing so.

Her fingers continued their teasing path, as I felt her mouth slide off my cock with a wet slurp. Her left hand, previously holding my cock upright, squeezed tighter around me, slowly travelling up to the head of my cock, aided by the generous lubrication provided by her oral attentions. Her hand slid excruciatingly slowly up and down my cock, maintaining a delightfully tight grip all the way. At the same time, I felt the fingers of her other hand move deeper, from tracing the edges of my crack to running her fingers lightly across my asshole. I groaned aloud, enjoying the slow buildup to a fantastic blowjob, and squeezed the inside of her thigh, before running my fingers up her leg, drawing a line from her clit, along her wet lips, up to her asshole, and back again. Suddenly, she pushed off of my cock, and stretched across me, opening the drawer of the bedside stand.

"I warned you once. If you can't behave on your own, then I guess I'll just have to make you behave," Shannon said irritably. She straddled my torso, and I could feel the hot wet warmth of her pussy against my stomach. She grabbed my left arm with both hands, holding it down to the bed, and I suddenly felt one of the soft lengths of rope we kept in her our toybox around my wrist. In short order, she had the other end of the rope tied to the headboard above me. Leaning over to do the same to my right, her breasts swung in front of my face. I happily let her continue incapacitating my other arm, smiling as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, carefully rolling it between my teeth, feeling it rise to hardness between my lips before she sat back up, taking it from me.

"Now, are you going to behave for me?" she asked, looking down at me, helpless to resist her.

"Anything you want," I obediently replied. She quickly took one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and gave a hard squeeze, enough that I arched my back in a combination of pain and surprise.

"Anything you want, what?" she demanded. I knew how this game worked.

"Anything you want, Mistress Shannon," I said. "Anything at all."

"We'll see if you mean that. I told you I had special plans for you, and I meant it. Before we start with those plans, I think maybe you should pay for interrupting your mistress' work." With that, she pushed herself up from where she'd been sitting on my torso, reaching up with both hands to grab the headboard to which my wrists were bound. Looking down, I could see where the "happy trail" of hair running down my stomach from my chest was matted down, wet from her arousal. She placed her feet to either side of my head, and then carefully sat back down high on my chest. My attention was completely focused on her pussy, sitting inches from my face. I felt her hand on my cheek. I looked up into her eyes, focused intensely on my own. I quietly asked, "Mistress, may I please touch your pussy with my tongue?" She gently slapped my cheek with her hand. "No, slave, you may not touch my pussy. This teasing is your punishment for forcing me to tie you up. I want you to watch it, watch me play with it so close to your face, but you may not touch it unless I tell you to touch it. You understand?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress, as you wish. If there is any way I can please you Mistress, please, instruct me," I replied.

My mistress' eyes narrowed. "Right now, slave, you can shut up and watch your Mistress touch her hot pussy. Watch your Mistress come without you." She laid back down on my body, her ass sitting on my chest, her feet still on each side of my head, and my eyes were riveted on her pussy, just inches from my face. She reached down with her right hand and set her index and middle fingers to work on her clit, slowly rubbing in a circular pattern. It was a very hot sight, but I think I was actually even more excited by the smell of her arousal, so close to my face, but still out of reach.

Her free hand slowly began to wander around her body as she continued rubbing her clit. She first squeezed one breast, then the other, deliberately trailing her fingers along her skin as she did. She quickly reached down to where her other hand was already hard at work, quickly pushing two fingers in between her lips, not enough to penetrate, but enough to get them very wet.

Her hand returned to her breasts, and I watched intently as she pinched and caressed her nipples with her self-lubricated fingers. Even from my vantage point down below, I could see her nipples rapidly harden as she did this. Her hand continued up, just out of my sight, towards her head hanging back against my thighs. The pace of the hand on her clit increased, and I could begin to hear wet noises coming from her pussy as her masturbation picked up. I quickly realized what she was doing with that hand as I heard a wet slurping sound coming from the area of her head.

After cleaning her fingers, Shannon reached back down to her soaking wet pussy, holding her lips open to one side. Combined with the hand on her clit, I had a view of the soft pink folds inside, closing and opening as she moved. She continued on like that for several minutes, before suddenly rolling off of my chest. She again reached into the bedstand drawer, and this time a small pink buttplug and a squeeze tube of lubricant appeared in her hand. She turned and looked at me, as if judging my worthiness to be in her presence.

My mistress then spoke, her voice full of lust, "You've been a good slave, so far. If you promise to continue behaving, I'll give you a little treat. Do you think you could do that, my slave boy?"

"I promise to behave, Mistress. I'll do anything you ask," I eagerly promised. My mistress flashed a smile, not a happy or contented smile, but one that suggested some sort of mischief.

"That's what I thought. Hold this for me," she ordered. I saw a flash of pink, and suddenly she was pushing the base of the buttplug into my mouth. Being the good little slave, I took it in my mouth and held it patiently with my teeth. She popped the top off the lube, squeezing some onto her fingers, and then set the lube aside, stalking back towards me on all fours. Her hand reached back behind her, out of my sight, to prepare her asshole for the plug. As she did that, she leaned towards me and turned her head, as if to kiss me, but instead the butt plug in my mouth began to slide between her lips, until its short length was completely in her mouth and her lips touched mine. Our faces so close to together, I had a fantastic view as she briefly blew the buttplug, bobbing her head up and down it, licking up and down its length, getting it ready for her ass. She took the whole thing in her mouth once more, staring straight into my eyes, and winked at me, before pulling off of it completely.

I once again found both of my mistress' feet on either side of my head, her hands holding onto the headboard. This time, instead of sitting down onto my chest, she began to squat down over my face, until her ass made contact with the buttplug standing proudly out of my mouth. A hand slipped down between her legs, grabbing me by the chin, pointing my face and the buttplug up to place the tip against her asshole. The descent began again, and I had an unbeatable view, watching her asshole easily open for the tip of the buttplug, just inches from my eyes. She continued to sink down, her asshole expanding before my eyes as the plug widened.

Sadly, my view was quickly lost, as she finished sitting down on the plug, placing my lips stretched around the base against her asshole. In exchange I now had my nose nestled in her pussy lips, lewdly parted and engorged as a result of her arousal and earlier attentions, with her clit sitting less than two inches from my eyes. She soon began to rock slightly back and forth, fucking herself gently on the buttplug in my mouth. Her lips slid up and down on my nose, coating my face in her juice, and her free hand began vigorously rubbing her clit in the circular pattern she loved so much. As she did this, I could feel her asshole against my lips, clenching the buttplug over and over, as the sparks of a slowly building orgasm spread through her body.

Countless times I've eaten her pussy or rimmed that ass, but I'd never seen it quite like this before. It was like some kind of sensory overload: Her hand was a blur on her clit, literally two inches from my eyes. I could hear breathing becoming more and more ragged, as her rocking on my face grew more frantic. My nose was filled with the musky smell of her sex as it rubbed forward and back along my face and nose. My face was covered with the wetness of her pussy. And perhaps most of all, I was outrageously turned on by the feeling of that tight asshole sitting against my lips, feeling her ring squeeze down over and over again against my lips.

I heard her breathing suddenly stop, the hand on her clit still moving, the rest of her body still as death for just a moment as she arrived at her orgasm. She suddenly dropped her weight down and forward on my face, trying to force the plug deeper into her ass and increase the pressure of my nose and face against her pussy, as her thighs violently shuddered, clenching tight together. In the midst of her trying to fuck my face through her orgasm and her thighs squeezing tight on my cheeks, I could hear her the sound of her voice as she came, growing from a long high "Oooh" into a sort of primal scream as her release coursed through her body. After several seconds of shaking and trembling through her orgasm, she slowly sunk back down onto my chest, the buttplug pulling away from my mouth, before rolling off my body and lying limp across the bed, panting heavily.

She remained still for several minutes, her breath gradually coming back to normal, her legs occasionally twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. A hand blindly reached back behind her, searching for her husband's body alongside hers, finding me and finally settling on my stomach. Slowly, she came back to Earth. With a deep breath, she finally pushed herself upright, sitting up next to me on the bed. She made a face, leaned back over to the side, and reached beneath her, pulling out the buttplug and tossing it back onto the bedside stand. Her eyes closed for a moment, as she tried to collect herself after what had just happened.

"Mistress," I cautiously started, "that was amazing. Are you alright?"

Her eyes remained closed, as she answered, "I'll be ok, that was just so... intense." Her eyes finally opened, wandering aimlessly around the room before finally focusing back on me. My wife leaned forward, and kissed my cheek. Her face hesitated alongside mine for a moment, and then she softly whispered, "Thank you." She kissed my cheek once more, and sat back up. Her eyes were hard now, and she almost seemed to be glaring at me.

"Slave, did I give you permission to let go of the buttplug?" my mistress suddenly demanded.

"I only let it go to keep you from getting hurt as you fell off of me, Mistress!" I responded. "Please Mistress, I only did it to keep your orgasm from being ruined. You know I would never intentionally displease my Mistress." My mistress stared at me for a moment, considering my words. Suddenly her hand flashed towards my face to slap me. My wrists still tied to the headboard right above my head, all I could do was flinch away, my eyes closed and my jaw clenched. Her palm stung against my cheek, sending a burning, tingling feeling across the side of my face.

"You've made your Mistress very upset, slave!" she started screaming at me. "I didn't tell you to let go of it, did I? Maybe I wanted you to keep it in your mouth, so I didn't have to hear you make excuses! Maybe I wanted you to be a good, obedient little bitch! But even if you can't be obedient, I can still make you my little bitch!"