Instead, she stiffened up a bit. In management lingo, you could say that Bee “kisses up and kicks down.” Now that she had her Sir back, she was happy in his arms and didn’t care how I felt. First, she took her hands off the bed and let the full weight of her ass rest on my face, making it hard for me to breath. Next, she held her hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart even further, stretching her well-fucked anus and said in a harsh tone:
“Vicky, tongue my asshole.”
I tried to say “Yes Miss” but her ass smothered my face, so I wasted no time: I snaked my tongue out again and pressed it directly in the center of her rosebud. I wanted to lick her inside and out. But Bee wasn’t cooperating; even though she had just been fucked she was squeezing her ring tightly shut, denying me the juice she knew Sir wanted me to drink. I tried again, this time swirling my tongue around her rim without trying too hard to press in, big, flat-tongued licks combined with little darts from the tip of my tongue. This time, she moaned and sighed — even if she was determined to be angry with me she couldn’t ignore the loving attention. I could feel her anus begin to relax again, and loved the salty, earthy taste as I drove my tongue deep up her ass.
This went on for a moment, then Bee said:
“Vicky, suck my asshole.”
Oh God, Readers, I am so ashamed to write this: I made a ring with my lips and formed a seal against her anus. I sucked her asshole as if I were starving. She moaned and thrashed. I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her, and then sucked again. I couldn’t help myself: without asking permission I reached one hand around Bee’s front and put my hand on her drenched pussy, only to discover that one of her hands was already there. I helped her rub herself gently, and she didn’t push away the attention.
I went on eating out her asshole while we both rubbed on her pussy and clit. She rocked on my face; I can’t say the smothering and the pressure were comfortable but I was crazy in love with my Miss. Rocking and sucking, rocking and sucking, stroking and sucking, moaning and sucking, Miss’s anus became more and more relaxed. Her breathing hastened, hastened, hastened, until suddenly she drew all her breath in and held still.
Bang! Her orgasm hit her and she let everything out in a rush. The breath left her body, and as her pussy squeezed with pleasure her asshole twitched and relaxed and I sucked and sucked and sucked feeling it twitch against my lips until X’s cum burped out of Bee’s ass and into my mouth. Oh God! how to describe the incredible taste?
Readers, have you ever been to Southeast Asia? In that part of the world grows a fruit called Durian. It’s smell is so objectionable that most hotels have signs forbidding guests from carrying the Durian fruit indoors. But the taste — once you have tasted one you cannot imagine what your life was like before you tasted the Durian. People get hooked on Durian and will go to any lengths to get it.
I tasted X’s cum as it sat in my mouth fresh from Bee’s asshole and knew I had found my Durian. So clean, but so sour, I could not bring myself to swallow this gift from my Miss because I did not want to forget the taste.
As I savored my mouthful of cum, Bee suddenly pulled herself off me and turned around. Without warning, she lay down on top of me and kissed me deeply. She wanted to taste Sir’s cum as badly as I wanted to taste her ass, and we swirled our tongues together and pressed our lips passionately, both of us swallowing and licking. Bee raised a knee and pressed her thigh between my legs; I was so wet her leg slipped, so she anchored herself on the sheets and again pressed her thigh to my pussy. Locking lips, we rocked together silently like this, both of us exploring the other’s chest with our hands: Bee feeling my big white tits and tweaking their pink nipples, me feeling Bee’s smaller brown tits with their tight brown nipples. I opened my eyes briefly as in a waking dream and saw my Bee, my dear sweet Miss, crying. Oh God! Did this mean she loved me as much as I loved her? I kissed the tears from her face and rocked my pussy against her thigh and came and came and came with my Miss holding me tightly…
I must have dozed off for a few minutes after climaxing, because when I woke up X was sitting at the foot of the bed, eating a piece of fruit from the breakfast tray. Bee was sitting next to him, stroking his hair. Whatever she felt for me moments before I climaxed, she had hidden it again; the Ice Princess had returned and it was if I didn’t exist. I thought I’d try my luck with X instead.
I slid down to the end of the bed and gently kissed his shoulder. His cock was still limp from cumming so recently, but I thought I could fix that. I kissed his chest; he is very fit and knows I might leave him if he ever got soft. I lightly bit his nipple, got no response, and so I bit it again, harder this time. I moved my hand over to his cock, which was still a bit damp from fucking Bee’s ass. “Sir,” I said, “let me clean you with a wash cloth.”
“No Vicky,” Bee said, and pointed to his penis, “mouth.”
I looked at her and wondered how many ways she was willing to humiliate me. Still, I had just sucked X’s cum right out of her ass, so why couldn’t I suck his cock clean?
“Yes Miss,” I said, and kissed my way down his chest. I put my head in his lap, looking his flaccid cock eye to eye, as it were. Readers, have I told you he has a beautiful cock? I’ve been so wrapped up writing about Bee that sometimes I forget that I had a fit, smart, wealthy cocksman on my arm. I nibbled the head of his cock, and it twitched. The same sour, intoxicating taste of Durian that I got from Bee’s asshole wrapped X’s cock, and I loved it. Taking this as a good sign, I pressed him back on the bed and got between his legs.
Again, I looked at his cock. He doesn’t shave, but he trims himself well and keeps himself clean. I took the head in my mouth, gently sucking. I could still taste Bee’s asshole on my tongue and I was thrilled to complete the circle: his cock to Bee’s ass, Bee’s ass to my mouth, my mouth to his cock. It twitched again and started to grow. Ever since I was a teenager and gave my first blowjob, I’ve loved the sensation of a soft cock growing hard in my mouth; it makes me feel so powerful and sexy. I looked up and made eye contact with X, who of course was watching me. This seemed to give X an idea.
“Bee,” he said, “get the plug.”
“Yes Sir,” Bee said, and smiled as she got the butt plug from the breakfast tray.
“Now Bee, put the plug in Vicky’s ass,” X said.
“Yes Sir,” she said. When Bee moved to get the butter for lubricant, X said, “No Bee, that won’t be necessary.”
Bee laughed; she was happy to hear that she could plug my ass without butter. I think she was jealous of Sir’s attention.
I could feel Bee kneel behind me, and tried to relax in preparation. X’s cock was getting hard at an amazing rate. I could tell this was really turning him on. He lifted his head so he could see over my shoulder.
Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my dry anus and I flinched, but I didn’t stop sucking. X said, “No Bee, not like that.”
Bee said “Sir?”
X said, “You have to help her Bee.”
Bee looked unsure of herself, and said “Sir?”
X said, “With your mouth Bee, with your mouth.”
“Sir?!?” Bee sounded wounded.
“Bee,” said X, “don’t make me ask twice.” He added something in Thai.
“Yes Sir,” said Bee, and sighed. I kept sucking cock, but my heart was racing. I tried to stay calm, but jumped a bit when the top of Bee’s warm tongue touched my anus. Oh…. I moaned around X’s cock. Bee licked again, and I was mad with desire. I wished I could take a Polaroid of this moment like she had done to me!
I felt her pull away from my ass briefly. She spit on my asshole and smacked one cheek, hard! I cried out a bit — that hurt! And it seemed so disrespectful, like something straight from a porn movie. She spit again, and spanked the other cheek.
“Kiss it Bee,” X growled, and Bee returned her face between my cheeks. How was I to feel? I loved Bee with all my heart, and only wanted to serve her and make her happy. She was making no secret of the fact that she didn’t want to be kissing my ass, whether for personal taste or because she thought it improper for a Miss to kiss her maid’s anus, I don’t know. At the same time, even though I felt badly for her, it felt soooo goddamn good. She flicked her tongue in and out, up and town from my the slit of my pussy to the top of my tailbone and back again, often stopping to lick and nibble my clit. She really knew how to lick a pussy. My bottom began to feel squirmy and I tried to push myself back onto Bee’s face but she pulled away. I bobbed my head up and down X’s now hard cock.
Bee took her mouth from my ass and I could hear her lick the plug like a lollipop. X was getting into it, sometimes laying flat on his back, sometimes looking over my shoulder at the action behind my ass. He gently held the sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my anus and I again tried to relax. I knew it was coming any time, and her spit had lubed me as much as I was going to be lubed (which was actually pretty lubed — she sure could lick a girl). My pussy was tingling from the attention and the anticipation.
Bee nestled the head of the plug inside my anus and let it rest there a moment. X said, “Ready Bee?”
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