There I was, laying on my back as Tom straddled my chest and fed his flaccid cock into my willing mouth. I picked up my head to be able to suck him into me. I actually sort of liked the softness of his cock in my mouth like this. I swirled and sucked his cock, almost playing with it for the moment. Then I remembered that I needed to stop just enjoying the play time and get him hard. Tom wasn't going to leave until he came in my ass again and I needed him out of the house before my wife came home!
I started sucking harder and, even though he had just shot his load a few minutes before, he began to harden.
"That's it cocksucker, make me hard. You know you want my cock back in your ass!" Tom taunted. He was right. I did.
In no time his cock was hard in my mouth and he kept pushing it in, enjoying the head.
"Yeah, suck it. God I love a good blow job! Keep sucking me off, bitch!"
I wanted to protest, to tell him to take it out and fuck me and get this over with before I got caught. But there was no hurrying Tom. What did he care? He was going to enjoy his bitch!
So I kept going. I continued to suck on his bulbous head and thick shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth. Each pass through my lips coated his glistening cock with more saliva and just helped it slide in easier. Thankfully, that should also help it slide into my ass easier.
Of course, "should" is not the same as "would."
Tom finally pulled his cock free from my suction and I thought we were going to begin the next fucking. But again, I was wrong. Instead, Tom moved further up my body until his ass was now over my face instead of his penis.
"Eat my ass, baby!"
I could see him straddling my face, stroking his cock as he looked down at me and waiting on my tongue to lick his puckered hole. Ironically, I would die to have my wife in this very position commanding me to do the same thing. I love when she sits on my face -- a rarity -- and I love the taste of her brown hole -- something I've only been granted access to a few times when she's been drunk.
I spread Tom's cheeks and extended my tongue. I made a quick first contact and then slid my tongue over his ass hole.
"That's it, lick it! God, you really are a slut, aren't you? Is there anything you won't do?!"
I really hoped we weren't going to try to find out the answer to that question in this visit. I continued to lick his ass as he ground it down onto my lips. It was a little on the hairy side, but still tasted wonderful. I missed licking ass and this would have to fulfill my craving for now. And Tom was certainly enjoying it as he stroked his length while I ate his hole.
Embarrassing me, putting me in my place, was bringing him great pleasure. Tom began smacking my forehead with his stiff cock as the tip of my tongue tickled his hole. He found this quite amusing and laughed as he struck me several times with his instrument. But he quickly stopped and began lifting one leg up and over my head. I was torn between being relieved and disappointed that the analingus ended.
I quickly was able to figure out which was my true emotion though as he wasn't satisfied with the licking yet; he was simply repositioning. He turned around and was now straddling me with his ass facing me instead of his cock.
"Better access," was all he said. I knew I was expected to continue.
From this position I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks and resumed lapping at his hole. His brown eye started opening a little and I responded by slipping the tip of my tongue inside a little. Then he moved off of me.
"Stand up and bend over the bed," he commanded.
I did as he said, bending over slightly and placed my hands on the bed for support. He walked behind me but instead of being satisfied with the position I was in he pushed me in the middle of my back, forcing my chest onto the mattress. He held me there, hand still pushing my back down, while he kicked my legs open more.
Tom was standing behind me stroking his cock as he began rubbing my asshole with his other hand. I moaned at the contact. I loved having my brown hole massaged.
"Reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks open," he commanded.
I complied. I rested all of my weight on my chest and pulled my cheeks open for him. I couldn't imagine being in a more vulnerable position. Tom moved his finger, bent over and spit on my asshole. His finger then pressed against my hole again, but this time instead of rubbing it, he pushed his finger easily into my used hole. He repeated the process pushing a second finger in to loosen me up. He spit on me a third time, but now I felt his cock head resting at my entrance.
