Life of a Pro

It was wonderful. He had actually tried to stick his tongue all the way into her asshole when she came. She'd felt his tongue go in deeper with each spasm. When she was done coming, his tongue was buried to the hilt, so to speak, up her ass. "How's it taste?" she asked breathlessly. Looking over her shoulder, all she could see of him were his eyes over the cheeks of her ass and his nose buried deep in the crack of her ass. "Ass licker," she added tauntingly, and let out a happy, exhausted little giggle.

As he pulled his face out of her ass, she felt his tongue slowly withdraw from her asshole. That feeling of taking a shit was uncanny. He said with odd excitement, "You taste delicious. When you came, my tongue touched... I tasted it!"

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a smile.

"Are you sure you don't have to go?"

She thought about it. She wasn't sure, but she didn't think she could feel anything. "I don't think so, John," she said. Suddenly, he put his tongue back into her ass. He pulled firmly up on her hips, arching her back. It still felt so good, she just relaxed. She felt his tongue going back up her ass, deeper and deeper. It seemed like he passed a certain threshold and then she felt it. An unmistakable feeling of having to go. At the same time, he seemed to elongate his tongue even more and gave each of her cheeks a loving squeeze.

The captain announced that they were preparing to land and that they'd be on the ground in 10 minutes. Heather was grateful for the interruption. She felt a stinging flush come over her face as she realized how engrossed she was in her memories. Her respite did not last long, though. In spite of herself, Heather began to remember the worst shame of that night...

She told John to keep his tongue in there and wiggle it around. The feeling of having to go grew stronger. She could feel things starting to move. She felt the resistance of his tongue. She had the feeling that if what she thought was going on was what was actually happening, his tongue was —

Oh God, she thought. No way. She couldn't do this, it might feel too good.

She told him to pull his tongue out of her ass. He was very slow (reluctant?) to remove his tongue from her ass. Maybe he thought that meant the game was over. She turned to see his face. "Stick out your tongue," she said. She felt faint when she saw that on about the last half-inch of his tongue was an unmistakable smear of shit. The quantity increased at the tip. The smell was obvious. She couldn't keep herself from asking, "How do you like the taste of my shit?"

Her conscience got the better of her for a moment, so she asked, "You sure you want me to do this to you? I think by now we both know that if you let me, I'll do it and love it." He didn't answer. Curiously, he asked a question of his own instead. "Don't you know that I want to put you on the ultimate pedestal, my Goddess? Let me eat it. No, make me eat it. Do it just for the fun of it."

Her former mood was now fully restored. His obvious desire to degrade himself for her seemed to release her to enjoy his humiliation without boundary. He just knew exactly how to draw that out of her. Still, she knew she couldn't completely blame her behavior on him. She never would have done it, or even wanted to, if he hadn't opened that door and begged her to go through it, that was true. But nevertheless, when she did walk through that door, she had absolutely loved it and reveled in it. Knowing full well that he wanted her to do the things she did just didn't seem to justify the sheer delight she took in doing the most degrading things to him and enjoying the most arrogant pleasures, all the more because they were at his expense.

However, she remembered each word of her response to him as though it were engraved in stone in her mind. "I guess I deserve to, don't I?" she'd replied. She remembered feeling wonderfully cruel when she laughed.

He responded to her laughter by burying his face in her ass, kissing her asshole, and plunging his tongue as far as it could go. He stoked her arrogance with every word and gesture. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could feel him sucking on her ass. Inwardly, she laughed when she knew the time had come. She just let it go, and she began to take a shit. She felt the shit driving his tongue out of her ass. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. A moment went by. Then she felt him pull his tongue out of her ass, and she began shitting in his mouth. She imagined what must be going through his mind as he ate her shit, and she came a third time.

The screech of the landing gear jerked her out of her trance-like state. For better or worse, she was back in Racine. A flush of humiliation rushed over her as she realized her underwear was soaked.