“Are you
staring at my ass?”
I moved my
gaze from my girlfriend Karen’s naked bottom to see her reflection staring at
me in the mirror. She had undressed to take a shower but had gotten sidetracked
at the sink primping. As she stood there I had been indulging one of my
favorite fantasies of pretending to kneel behind her and spend quality time
kissing and fondling her luscious globes.
“Wh... what?”
I stammered.
“Stephen, I’ve
been watching you for the past few minutes and you’ve been... lost. You’ve been
focused on my ass like it was... ”
“I... I don’t
know what you are talking about,” I blustered. “I was... um... daydreaming.”
“Daydreaming
about my ass is what it looked like to me.”
“Karen, I
just... ”
“Bullshit,
this isn’t the first time. I’ve watched you do it before,” she said.
“Karen... ”
“You get
that goofy look like you do when you are horny and want... ”
“Look, I
like the way you look and I was just... ”
“Having a
fantasy involving my ass that got you hard.”
“H... huh?”
I stammered.
“I can see
your hard-on poking your towel out from here,” she said.
“I can’t
help it if your body turns me on,” I said. “I thought you liked the fact that
you turn me on.”
“I do,
Stephen, but this is something else,” she said. “This is an obsession with my
ass. It’s like... It’s like you want to
make love to it.”
“Karen, can
we drop this?” I asked. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“Tell you
what, ass boy,” she said. “I’m going to give you one chance. Come over here and
kneel down behind me and do whatever it is you are lost in or never, and I mean
never try to bring up whatever this obsession is with me again because it will
be totally off the table between us.”
I had been
going with Karen for only two months but things had
progressed rapidly and we had moved in together last week. Her ass and my
fantasies about it were a huge part of my attraction to her. I had hoped to
eventually tell her that I want to caress and kiss and lick and pay attention
to her lovely rear end but had been afraid that she might be disgusted. Many of
my masturbation fantasies revolved around kneeling behind her at this very sink
and licking her butt while she got ready to go out. I wanted to move but fear riveted
me in place.
“I’m
waiting, ass boy,” she said softly. “Your window closes forever in thirty
seconds.”
“Karen,” I
pleaded, “can’t we discuss this some other time?”
“There won’t
be another time, butt boy,” she laughed.
“Please,” I
begged, “I will... ”
“Five... four... three... ”
“Wait!” I
shouted.
I took two
steps, dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crack. The jolt to my
groin caused by finally being where I only dreamed of almost caused me to pass
out. I was hyperventilating and she noticed.
“My, my, ass
boy,” she chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve seen you this worked up ever. I think
we need to talk.”
I didn’t
want to talk; I just wanted to keep doing what I was doing. I was in heaven. Every
other girlfriend I’d ever had walked out in disgust when they discovered I had
an ass fetish. Most of them used the word ‘pervert’ when they left. I let out a
sigh of contentment and kept kissing. My right hand found its way under the
towel wrapped around my waist and began stroking my engorged member. She
noticed.
“Are you
masturbating?” she asked.
I started to
answer but the beginning of an incredible orgasm was gathering in my crotch and
all I could do was increase the tempo of my hand.
She twirled
around, interrupting what had promised to be the most incredible orgasm ever
and asked again, “Are you masturbating?”
I nodded.
“Stop!” she
said sternly.
“Please,” I
begged. “I was so close. Please let me finish.”
“Maybe in a
minute,” she said, “but first I want to know more about this fixation.”
I looked at
her with fear and hope my eyes. I badly wanted a girlfriend who would cater to
my obsession but I was afraid. Afraid that she would
walk out in disgust. Afraid that she would laugh. Afraid that she would indulge
me but still make me feel like a pervert. But, I so wanted to have the ability
of worshiping her ass as a part of our relationship that I decided to take a
chance.
“What do you
want to know?” I asked.
She smiled,
turned around presenting her ass to me and said, “Why don’t you go back to what
you were doing while we explore this bottom mania of yours.”
I couldn’t
believe my good luck. I put my face back on her ass and began kissing it. My
hand found itself creeping under my towel to encircle my engorged dick.
“Are you
playing with yourself again?” She asked.
“Uhhhhh”
“I don’t
want you doing that,” she said. “I want you to concentrate on what I’m saying.
Put both of your hands on my legs.”
I
reluctantly stopped beating off and put both of my hands on her thighs. It didn’t
allow me the pleasure of stroking myself but with my hands for leverage I could
hold my face harder into her lovely bottom.
“Clearly
this is something that’s really important to you,” she said. “In fact, I’d say
that it’s something that you can’t control. Am I right?”
“Karen, I...
I... ”
“So you can’t,
can you?”
“Karen, you
don’t understand, I just need... I just
have to... ”
“Stephen,
let’s start with you wanting to be on your knees licking my ass and addressing
me as Karen. That’s not going to work. I think it would be more proper for you
to call me ma’am or Miss Karen.”
“Look,
Karen, I... ”
“Listen you
little shit,” she interrupted, “if you want to continue to indulge yourself on
a regular basis like this you’d better get it through your head that what I say
is law. Got it?”
“But, Karen,
I’m your boyfriend and we... ”
“When you’re
on your knees licking my ass you are not my boyfriend,” she sneered. “Whether
you like it or not you are just some slimeball who
wants to lick my ass. If that doesn’t work for you stand up, otherwise you will
address me properly. Do you get it?”
What she was
asking seemed a little harsh but I didn’t want this
opportunity to end so I reluctantly said, “yes, Miss, ... Miss Karen.”
“Good,” she
said happily. “Now, show me how good you are with that tongue.”
I applied
myself, kissing and licking and losing myself in her beautiful ass. She began
to laugh but I was in heaven.
“Wow, you
really can’t get enough of that can you?” She giggled. “You better be careful
though as I’m not sure how well I wiped this morning.”
I couldn’t
help the involuntary reaction that went to the core of my being, knowing that I
might be further degraded by licking a dirty ass. She noticed.
“Oh my,” she
said. “I can see that the thought of you licking my ass if it’s really dirty
from taking a dump is exciting. I guess, if this progresses,
I won’t have to buy any more toilet paper.”
I moaned.
“Ohhhhh, my God, you want that, don’t you?”
I did and I didn’t. The thought of doing that overwhelmed me.
On one hand it shot a bolt of lightning to the core of my being but on the
other it scared me. The trouble was the fear part also caused my entire body to
quiver. I hyperventilated.
“Well, butt
boy, I’ll see what I can do about making your dreams come true.”
I tried to
mumble into her butt that I really didn’t want that but, even I could tell that
I was like Br’er Rabbit saying please don’t throw me
in the Briarpatch.
She turned
around and pushed me away from her.
“We have to
have a serious discussion,” she said. “If you really want to have times that I
allow you to do this perverted act that turns you on so much then you have to
tell me now. I want to hear you beg. Convince me. Persuade me that you are
worthy of kneeling at my feet and licking my ass.”
“Karen... ”
“God dammit,
Stephen, I told you to speak to me respectfully.”
“But, Karen,
I don’t see... ”
“You stupid little piece of crap,” she screamed, “I didn’t
ask you to see anything. I told you that if we’re going to do this that anytime
you are at my feet or, in fact, starting now, anytime we are alone you will
address me properly.”
I didn’t
know what to do. I was losing control of the situation. Somehow I had gone from
being her boyfriend to being her lackey just because I
wanted to kiss and fondle her butt. I knew this was a turning point for me. If
I wanted to be her boyfriend I needed to get up off my knees and try and repair
the situation. I looked up at her but she must have
sensed my indecision as she turned halfway around and presented her beautiful
ass to me, shoved it in my face, grabbed my hair and pulled me in. I was lost.
“Please,
Miss Karen, please allow me to be your... your... person who worships your ass,” I begged.
“That’s it?”
She said. “That’s your idea of begging me to do something so important to you?”
“Miss Karen,
I don’t know how to say the right words but I will do
anything you want if you let me indulge myself like that from time to time.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, ma’am,
I promise. Anything.”
“All right,
I agree, but that means that you will obey me absolutely and completely and anytime
that you fail to follow my orders our deal is off. Do you understand?”
I nodded my
head.
“Not good
enough, butt boy,” she sneered, “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you
say that you will obey me.”
I could see
my life going down in depravity as I said, “Miss Karen, from this day forward I
agree to obey you absolutely and completely.”
She smiled
an evil smile and said, “Let’s see if you’re serious. I’m going to give you a
task and if you do it successfully I will let you kneel behind me and squirt
your slime all over my legs while you indulge yourself on my bottom. How does
that sound?”
“Anything,
Miss Karen, I’ll do anything you want,” I begged.
“This is not
a game, bottom boy,” she chuckled. “If you fail we are done with this need of
yours.”
“Please,
Miss Karen, I can do it.”
“Okay, I
want you to go over to the corner of the bathroom and kneel there facing the
wall.”
I crawled to
the corner on my hands and knees and knelt up facing the wall. She stepped
behind me and yanked my towel off.
“Put your
hands behind your head and your nose in the corner,” she said. “I want you to
stay like that until I return. Then we’ll see about indulging your little
fantasy.”
“But, Miss
Karen, how... how long will I be here?”
“That’s
really not your concern,” she laughed. “Your job is to wait here until I get
back. But since this is your first time I’ll tell you I’m going out to dinner
with a friend and then she and I are going to a club to see if we can get
lucky. I should be back in about four hours. You better not have moved.”
I heard her
take a quick shower, throw on some clothes and then she was gone. I couldn’t
believe I was kneeling here, naked, waiting for a girl who only an hour ago had
been my girlfriend and now was... I don’t know what she was now.