The Perfect American Couple

When I felt her begin to come, I pushed my tongue as deep into her asshole as I could get it to go and caressed her clit with my fingers through her orgasm. She was wonderfully dirty, and I came with that taste in my mouth. Even after we were both done coming, I left my tongue buried to the hilt up her ass. To think her shit comes out of here, I thought. Then I slowly slid my tongue out and once again showered her sweet ass with kisses, crying, "Naomi, Naomi, sweet Naomi..."

She sighed happily and lay still for a minute or so and let me kiss and lick her ass. Then I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. We lay side by side, or as well as we could in the back seat of a car, and just basked in the post-orgasmic glow. She said, "I never knew anything could feel so good in my life. You were wonderful." Then she added in that teasing arrogant tone, "Who knew you'd be such a good asslicker? You make a great slave."

"Don't you think it's a little degrading, though?" she asked. "I mean I can't tell you how good it feels to just stick your ass in someone's face and then feel them lick your asshole. It's great being on my end. But I can't even believe you'd actually do something like that. And I'm just a young girl. You're an adult man. Doesn't it feel a little humiliating to kneel down in the back seat of your car and lap away at my asshole?"

I snuggled her close and kissed the back of her head in response, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm worshipping you. It wouldn't be worship if it weren't humiliating. You have no idea how much the pleasure was mine. I'll be your slave all you want. You tasted so sweet."

"I wasn't dirty at all, was I?" she asked pulling away a little to turn around and face me. Her mouth belied the traces of a coy smile.

"I didn't say that," I said.

Now she turned fully around so that she could look fully at me. "I was dirty? And you licked me anyway?" She began to laugh, and said, "Jesus, you're a better slave than I thought. Why didn't you stop?"

"You said last night that that was what you wanted from a slave. You tasted so sweet."

"Even though I was dirty," she said and just stared at me for a moment with an amazed smile, as if trying to soak in the full meaning of what I was saying. She took on an almost distant look, and then her gaze intensified as she asked, slowly, "Are you telling me, you licked traces of, of, well, shit I guess, off my asshole? And this made you come?"

I just nodded.

And then, there it was again. That wonderfully sweet, arrogant, teasing cruelty in her eyes and lips as she said, "So basically, you're telling me my shit tastes - how did you put it - 'so sweet'?" and then she laughed again.

"To be absolutely honest with you," I started, "I'm actually a little envious of you. I can't imagine being so sweet that even the parts of your body you use to go the bathroom smell and taste so good. Honestly, at that exact moment when we were both coming? Well, I would have eaten your 'so sweet' shit right out of your beautiful ass if you'd asked - and loved it."

"God," she said as she flushed with a wave of self-conscious embarrassment, "that would've been awesome!" I couldn't believe her simple, straight-forward honesty. She had absolutely no hang-ups about simply enjoying what she enjoyed without even thinking about it. There was something wonderfully innocent about it, and yet oh, so, not innocent...

"Can I be honest, too?" she said. I nodded. "Do you mind that I kinda like making you my slave? I mean I don't think most guys would go for it, but I've been fantasizing about it for so long. I've always wondered how it would feel to have a guy who would really be my slave sometimes. Someone who'd let me make him do nasty things like lick my ass whenever I wanted. Even if I'm dirty. Maybe especially then."

"You really want to do that? Kinda kinky you know."

"You're the one who got me thinking about it with all that talk about 'I'd beg to kiss your ass stuff' at my last birthday party, remember?"

"I still feel bad about that," I said. "I feel like I corrupted you..."

"Don't be silly. I'd actually been dreaming up little slavery fantasies for some time. It's just that when you made that remark, it was the first time I thought there might actually be somebody else out there who would actually do some of the things I fantasize about."

"Like what?" I asked, with great curiosity.

"I don't want to tell you every dirty secret right away. Let's just see how things go and who knows maybe some of those fantasies can become reality. But let's just say, you'd be getting the 'shitty' end of the stick," she giggled when she said "shitty", "so just think about it, OK? I mean I love regular sex, too, and I want that, but I've never met anyone like you when it comes to the kinkier stuff."

"I've never met anyone like you that way, either." Then we sat in silence for a little while, and I did think about it. While I held her seemingly impossibly smooth warm supple and firm body, it occurred to me that I would happily worship her. After a few more minutes, I said we needed to start heading back, it was getting late. We'd been out for about 2 hours.

We got dressed and we didn't say much, but she would reach out to me and stroke me every now and then, and I would kiss any part of her that got too close to my face. After she slipped on her shorts and top, we got out of the car and stretched our legs. I bent over and kissed her ass one more time through her shorts and found that lovely bottom of hers was still capable of getting a rise out of me.

We were getting back into the car, when she said, "Hold on. I gotta pee. I'll be right back." Then she turned and sort of skipped back into the woods. It was very dark back there, especially for 6 PM in June. I got out of the car and followed her path. When I caught up with her she was just unzipping her shorts.

"Hey!" she said, "what are you doing?"

"I don't know," I said, "I thought I'd just come and watch."

"Just watch?" she asked with the briefest flash of a smile.

I approached her and said, "Y'know, I've been thinking about what we talked about back there... How'd you really like to make me your slave?"

There was that gleam in her eyes. I already loved that gleam. "What do you have in mind?"

I dropped immediately to my knees before her, and tugged on her zipper with my teeth. Her hands ran through my hair, as she said, "I'm not sure we should do this."

"Why not?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"It's too degrading to do for real, that's why."

"Degrading to who?" I asked as I began to pull her shorts down off her hips.

"To you, of course!" she said, "I think I can guess what you plan on doing out here, kneeling there before me, taking off my shorts with your teeth, knowing full well I came out here to go to the bathroom." In spite of myself, I flushed a bit from a sense of humiliation. "Maybe you should think twice about giving me this particular little pleasure."

I guess I wasn't completely sure I was ready for that level of degradation either, and I was partially relieved that she apparently had a merciful streak in her. She was so sweet.

"OK," I said, and let go of her.

"You're going to give up that easily?" she protested, "Just think of how badly I have to pee..."

So I grabbed her and spun her around. "Lean up against that tree," I said, and she leaned forward and placed her hands on the tree. I pulled her shorts off. She was already such a natural at this, as she straightened her knees and arched her back and bent over.

That gorgeous asshole that I was just sucking on a little while ago while I came was now once again a few inches from my face. This time I pulled each sweet cheek apart until I could plainly see that wrinkled brown little asshole, and then I gave her a direct and deep kiss right on it. After our conversation, it felt strongly humiliating to be on my knees, pathetically kissing her shitter. No wonder the girl had such an arrogant side. How could she help it?