Anal Lover Ch. 07
Summer Highlights - Part 1
HI,
This is the seventh in a series of stories from the life and mind of a true anal lover. Some of the contents of these stories will be from actual experience, other parts from a long wish list. Let me put my cards on the table. I am hopelessly and completely in love with the female ass. It is her crowning glory, sexually and sensually speaking. And the asshole is the jewel in the crown. These stories aren’t about anal action, they are about anal adoration. If you get that then the stories I write will mean something to you. If you don’t, then there is nothing more I can say.
Story line:
Al’s birthday weekend has come and gone. It’s back to the real world. Here are some of the highlights of the first half of their summer…
Enjoy,
Iaatah
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******* Week one
Reality bites…
My words came true. Reality did bite us on the ass - hard. Not that any particular thing happened. We had been so deep in our own loving, sensual reality that it was really hard to adjust to work and the other things of everyday life.
In preparation for Susan’s birthday I started taking a lot of pictures of her, in many different poses. Not that I had her pose. Didn’t want that. Just took a lot of pictures of her as she went about her day. I was looking for a specific collection for her gift. Probably took a couple thousand. Loved them all. But in the end there were only about sixty or seventy I was really looking for. When I took a couple of her on the john she really began to wonder about what I was up to. In due time my love, in due time…
To help us through our days Susan got back to our anal games. At work, call me an assistant or not, I was her bum boy too. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
As part of the games she would now have me kiss her feet, and not just her bum. I found myself enjoying this more and more. Kissing any part of my sweet baby is quality time.
It was a real surprise the first time she came into my office, had me stand up, took my pants down to my knees and had me bend over my desk while she kissed my butt. How many employees get their boss kissing their ass?
She also added giving head to our games. On occasion she was on the phone while I kissed her sweet ass or licked her pussy. Now I found myself holding conversations while she was eating me - sometimes my dick, sometimes my ass. And we were getting paid for this? Well, not really. We didn’t let it interfere with our work so I guess technically it was on our own time even if it was at our work place…
Thanks, butt no thanks…
One of the first things Susan found when we got back was another picture of her sweet butt, similar to the one that Anna had sent her. The kisses were made with a different lipstick than we knew Anna used. Turns out it was a thank you from Anna’s boss. Obviously that relationship was going well. Another box of expensive chocolates was with it. Susan just winked at me. We knew exactly what we were going to do with those.
“I knew it” I said. “The whole world wants to kiss your sweet bum. And well it should.”
“Even if that were true, the world is out of luck. No one is getting near my bum again but you - and my doctor.”
She wasn’t smiling. I looked at her with a questioning look.
“It was fun what I shared with Anna. But since then I have realized that I wouldn’t do it again. In a way I am sorry I allowed it then…” She shrugged.
“Why? You didn’t try to hide anything, or have an affair behind my back. It was just friendly fun, wasn’t it?”
“That’s true. But you and I have grown closer since then. We are a couple now. So long as we are, I don’t feel comfortable with anyone touching me in any sexual way, except you. Even if it is just some friendly, playful kissing, on the ass or anywhere else. Doesn’t seem right to me. Do you understand?”
“I think so. And I appreciate it. I feel the same way actually.”
“Good. Guess we better get to that meeting then. I am thankful for the chocolates though.” She just winked at me. So was I. The heat from her sweet ass hole made all chocolates extra special.
At the gym…
Susan finally introduced me to Judy when we went to the gym one night, after hours of course. we hit it off right away.
“So this is the guy who makes my dear friend so happy. Really glad to meet you, Al.”
“Likewise, Judy. I want to thank you for the great job you did on that video of Susan. I loved every second of it.”
“I’m glad you did. Susan almost drove me crazy editing that thing. She wanted everything just perfect for you. I got so horny doing that video that I went home and fucked my guy blind every night for a week. Not that he objected mind you. Plus we got some great ideas for making out in a gym, which will probably take us awhile to explore. Love every minute of it.”
Had to laugh. “Well, it was perfect. Thanks again. Also want to thank you for letting us use the gym like this.”
“No problem, Al. Susan and I are like sisters. Any time. Just make sure you lock up when you leave. And have fun.” Judy was on her way out the door. She had to be somewhere. I wanted to talk to her about my video idea for Susan but it would have to wait.
“We will” Susan called after her. She turned to me. “Well, where do you want to begin?”
We tried several things that night. We both came up with some new ideas. It had started out with me wanting to kiss Susan’s sweet behind while she did certain exercises. That will always be a part of our workouts. Only now, Susan had decided to reverse the roles. She had become my anal lover and was proving that she was willing, even desiring, to do everything to me I wanted to do, and did do, to her. How did I get so fucking lucky?
One of the things we did do was put a bench across the treadmill. Susan sat on it while I walked and jogged. It put her at just the right height to give me head. Then she used the stepper. She bent way over, resting her upper body on the console, as she pumped her legs up and down. This gave me good access to kiss and eat her ass and pussy. Her motion caused her hips to sway back and forth, as well as up and down. Gave my face quite a ride. We fed each other with our juices quite nicely that night.
Now that we were on our way to making love through full genital contact we started to look for ways to do that as well. Had to plan for the future. Having Susan bend over while I take her from behind, while on the treadmill, appealed to us. The action of my hips while I walked, then jogged, should make for some interesting moments.
We decided we had to get a copy of the Kama Sutra. See if it has any ideas for us. Later we spent a long time in the shower. Lots of lather…
Working towards love…
Susan and I didn’t want to lose any gains we had made in overcoming her tightness which kept us from making love completely, face to face. We both came to appreciate that I don’t have a bigger penis. Would have meant more problems with getting our genitals together comfortably. Seems size can matter, in different ways.
Every opportunity we got we tried stimulating Susan. Then I would see how far I could enter her without causing pain. It was getting better, slowly. It was always great to be with my baby no matter how far we got. Someday soon it would be free of pain, as it should be. When that day came we intended to make love until we were blind. And then until we passed out.
I remembered a technique I had used before with someone who was tight. They didn’t have Susan’s problem, but they were tight. One night when Susan and I were just hugging and kissing I started working her pussy with my thumb. Made sure my nails were well cut and smooth. Susan enjoyed it immensely. After awhile I reached for the anal lube and coated her sweet anus well, working it into her passage with my middle finger. She always liked that. We both do.
After her anus was ready and could take my middle finger fully I slipped my thumb into her pussy at the same time.
“That’s nice” she said. I worked my thumb and finger so that they were rubbing each other through the thin wall of skin between her rectum and pussy.
“That’s really nice” she said.
“Glad you like it” I said as I kissed her lips. Then I moved my head in position to feed on her lovely tits while I continued to massage her pussy and ass hole. She usually had a nice orgasm this way. Then she used her sweet mouth to take care of me, as usual.
******* Week two
Can’t always get what you want…
We had gone shopping at one of the local malls. I was sitting in a cafe waiting for Susan. She had a couple of things she had to pick up. I went ahead to make sure we got a table and placed our order.
At the next table were a couple of nice looking women in their mid twenties. I nodded and said hello to them but I might as well have been invisible. Men just weren’t on their radar. From what I could gather of their conversation they were out hunting for another woman for a threesome. I found it interesting, and sometimes amusing, to hear their assessment of the different women who came by. More than I really wanted to know actually, but it passed the time.
Susan is not what I call a show off dresser. She loves being naked with me when we’re alone, but in public she doesn’t go out of her way to show a lot of skin. The best term I can use for her is classy. She has great taste in clothes. Everything she wears shows in no uncertain terms that this is a woman - an incredibly beautiful woman at that. But her dress is always tasteful. Understated if anything. But always sexy as hell, without even trying. Susan is just one of those women who oozes sensuality, grace, and beauty. Some say if you’ve got it, flaunt it. Susan thinks that if you’ve really got it you don’t have to flaunt it. As I’ve said many times, Susan would make a plastic garbage bag look good.
That day she was wearing a simple pair of black slacks and a white blouse. On her feet was a lovely pair of sandals. Too damn sexy. The blouse showed her breasts wonderfully, without putting them in your face. Her hair was loose, the way I preferred it. It was long, about to her navel, healthy looking and full. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, which I also like. Just enough to highlight her beautiful features, but not painted in any way. Her jewelery is also always just for accent, not to show off.
Another thing I really love about her is her choice in perfume. She likes the ones that are subtle. The ones that gently work their way into your consciousness and linger long after. I appreciate a woman who takes my breath away - but not when it is because she is wearing so much perfume it gags you. Flowery smells are great, on flowers. I prefer a woman who smells like a woman - a clean woman. Susan also has this special compound that has no real scent of its own. It mixes with your own body chemistry to release and heighten your own pheromones. Thus everyone smells different. Susan intoxicates me when she wears this stuff. I use it occasionally too. She says she likes how it works on me as well.
In short, she is a head turner. And anyone who does turn their head as she walks by is blessed with the vision of her incredibly gorgeous ass - the finest one on the planet in my book. And those black slacks showed her delicious bum perfectly. They were cut just right to show the specific shape of her behind. Some women have bubble butts, some are flat, all are different. It needs the right cut of pants to show it properly. Susan’s is full and round, but not fat. It is firm, but not hard. It slopes down from the small of her back to full, round cheeks, the kind that you can cup with your hand just perfectly. They round out beautifully from her hips to meet in one incredibly lovely vertical smile. She has the most inviting ass crack I have ever seen. I know for a fact that many others think the same thing. Those slacks were made for just such an ass. Every time I see her in them it takes great effort on my part to not get on my knees and start kissing her sweet butt right there and then - wherever we are. I’ll give a thousand bucks to anyone who shows me a better ass than Susan has.
When she came into the cafe the two women at the next table picked up on her right away. So did everyone else who wasn’t brain dead.
“Now there’s someone I’d like to taste” said one of the women. “She’s a Goddess. I could drown in her pussy.”
“Me too” replied the other one. “Look at that ass. I bet she could get anyone she wants to eat from the crack of that sweet butt. I know I’d spend a lot of time worshiping at her anal altar.”
“Wouldn’t have to ask me twice. Nice tits too. And they’re real. Wonder if she’s here alone…”
And so the conversation went. Susan had stopped at the counter to talk to the cashier for a minute, so these ladies had time to size her up fairly well. I give them credit for recognizing true beauty. Too bad for them that they didn’t have a hope in hell of ever getting their hands, or their lips, or anything else, on Susan the way they wanted to…
I thoroughly enjoyed the looks on their faces when Susan made her way over to me and gave me a kiss before sitting down. I’m not a particularly good looking man. No Brad Pitt here. But I’m far from ugly, even homely. I’m sure many have seen us together and wondered what I had going for me to be with such a beautiful woman as Susan. If you know me at all then you know no one has wondered that more than I have. But the answer is simple. Susan finds all the love and affection she wants from me. However you cut it, it really is that simple. She is with me because I love her exactly the way she wants and needs. And she gives me back all I need and want as well. In other words we totally and completely love each other. Too simple?
When Susan came to our table she seemed to take her time about settling in. She kept her back to the two women at the next table. I could see them studying her butt intently though they tried not to show it. A couple of times Susan made some excuse to bend over, giving them a really good show of her sweet behind. Both of them licked their lips more than once at this display. Who wouldn’t? Finally Susan sat down.
The women at the other table were paying close attention to our table, though they tried to make it look otherwise. I had the feeling that somewhere in their reality they thought that taking Susan from me would be like taking candy from a baby.
“Well, my love, did you get everything you want?” I asked Susan when she was settled in.
“Yes, Master. Thank you for bringing me out today to shop” she said with her big beautiful smile.
At the word Master the two women’s jaws dropped and they just looked at each other and back at Susan, then me. I had to wonder what was going on as well. Susan had never called me that where others could hear it. She had some reason for doing it this time. I’d play along.
“I hope you didn’t spend too much again. You remember what happened last time…”
“Actually, I did Master. I couldn’t help it. They were such pretty things.” She paused. “Is my ass in trouble? Will I be beaten when we get home?” She looked down like a child who was very sorry for being bad - or at least getting caught.
“You know the rules. I hate to do it but, yes, your ass will pay for your being disobedient - again. How severely will depend on your bill.”
The two women had all their attention focused on us though they tried to hide it. Our food came and we ate it quietly. The atmosphere was one of a bad girl who was thinking about her punishment to come.
Finally Susan spoke. She said it quietly so that only us and the two women at the next table could hear her. “Does that mean that I won’t be able to rim you tonight Master? I have so been looking forward to kissing your sweet ass all day.”
I almost choked on my food, but managed to hide it. A quick drink of water saved the day. The two women at the next table looked at us like we were crazy. They were looking at Susan, then at me. From the look on their faces they seemed to be wondering from what alternate universe we came from. Their look seemed to say ‘Why on God’s green earth would any woman kiss a man’s ass - specially someone as beautiful as Susan? People should be kissing her ass, specially men!’
“If it means that much to you, then we’ll see” I continued. “If you take your beating really well, then maybe I’ll let you play with my bum. OK?”
“Yes Master. Thank you.” Susan turned and looked directly at the two women. “He is such a good Master. I just love him so much. I love eating his sweet bum.”
It took everything I had to keep a straight face and from laughing my ass off. We picked up our stuff, paid the bill and left. The whole time the two women were just looking at us with one of those ‘What just happened?’ kind of looks. That was my question when we were finally away from the cafe.
“Long story” said Susan. “I know about those two. They go hunting for girls. After they’ve had their way with them they spit them out like old gum. They give women in general, and lesbians in particular, a bad name. When I came in the cashier gave me the heads up. She would like it if they never came back but there really isn’t anything she can do. She has lost some business because of them. Some of the people those two used won’t came back and neither will their friends.”
“If I’d known all this I would have picked a different place.”
“It’s OK, Al. I still go there because I like the food and the staff is really friendly. Those two aren’t there a lot anymore, anyway. Hopefully they will move on soon.”
“I hope so too, if they are that much trouble.” I changed the mood. “The way you teased them with your butt was priceless” I laughed. “The way they were licking their lips when you would bend over. Can’t fault them for that. Know exactly how they felt.” Susan smiled. “Both of them were just dying for a taste of it. Said they wanted to worship at your anal altar.” Susan just shook her head. “I think that line about wanting to rim me was the one that really floored them. The look on their faces was priceless. Specially so because you were talking about doing it to a man. I don’t think they have much use for men.”
Susan laughed too. “Yeah, they’re men haters alright. Their loss. And who said my comment about wanting to kiss your bum was just a line?” Susan asked giving me a wink. Well, at least we had part of our evening planned…
******* Week three
Spank you, spank me…
It was the third weekend after my birthday. Susan had left me a note at work saying she needed to prepare something for us Friday after work and she wouldn’t be ready until eight. I had some errands to run and some stuff to look after in my own apartment so I told her it wouldn’t be a problem. I had a quick shower, changed, then went next door to her place.
I entered her apartment at eight. The lights were low. She had rearranged the furniture a bit. The easy chair I usually sat in was in the middle of the living room. There was a rum and coke on the rocks waiting on the table beside it. Obviously I was to sit there and wait.
I had been sipping on the drink for about ten minutes when Susan came in. I almost dropped the drink. She was totally naked, her hair hanging loose, almost covering her breasts, but not quite. That alone is reason enough to keep 911 on speed dial, just in case your heart forgets to start again. When I was finally able to breathe I noticed what she carried in her hand. It had me worried. Then I noticed that she had a collar around her neck - what some would call a slave collar. That I was really curious about. I wondered what those two at the restaurant would say now…
She walked over to a spot just in front of my chair, about four feet away. She then got down on her knees, facing me, sat back on her heels, and put the item she had been carrying on the carpet just in front of her. It was a thick black belt.