Enjoying Stephen by eosuchus

Enjoying Stephen

Marjory watched in awe as Cassie knelt on the couch, resting her tits on the back and shoved her ass back into Stephen’s face. He buried himself there, his head bobbing up and down about twice a second as he worked to please her.
“Oh, that is so good,” said Cassie after a few moments. “it is just the best thing, you know, Marj?”
Marjory didn’t know, in fact. But she was going to find out a lot more that very evening.
Susan came back in just then with some more cold beers. Stephen was Susan’s new guy. Susan was into guys like Stephen, guys who would do anything Susan asked.
“I bet Stephen is loving the taste of your ass, Cassie,” said Susan as she handed her friend a beer.
All three women were down to their panties and bras, or in Cassie’s case, just their bras. Stephen, of course, was naked except for the chastity device Susan had locked on his cock months ago.
Marjory had heard about these evenings from Cassie, who described intimate little parties where Susan would share her slave boyfriends with women who were close buddies. Cassie had known Susan for years and had had many wonderful experiences at these little affairs. Marjory and Cassie had grown close ever since they’d flown back from Chicago together after the women’s law conference in December. Marjory had heard lots about Susan and her odd taste in men, and how generous she could be with her boyfriends.
“Susan always has these guys. They will literally kiss the ground she walks on. They’ll do anything to please her.”
Then she’d finally met Susan at Cassie’s house and later they’d gone to a
women’s college basketball game together. Marjory had learned that she and Susan were alums of the same school, though Susan had been a Senior when Marjory was a fresh. Marjory got a little drunk that night at the game, and they had a great old time and Susan accepted Marjory as a potential buddy. That’d been three weeks ago, and now she was here, watching in amazement as Stephen licked Cassie’s ass.
Susan sat down close by, they clicked their beers together and drank. Susan was a rangey lady, tall at five ten, with a big bust and a small ass. She had corn-colored hair, blue eyes and a definite attitude towards the world. Marjory was almost the complete opposite, being five four, a hundred and thirty pounds, a bit soft fleshed with an ass that she wished was about a size smaller. Marjory was a bit surprised that Susan had taken her in, like this, since Marjory wasn’t a “tough girl” at all. More than that Marjory was nervous about this whole thing. She hadn’t had a guy in about ten months, since she and Robert broke up. Marjory was a private sort of person. She didn’t frequent bars or go to parties much. She was pretty, but she’d never felt like she was really sexy. More than that she was shy about taking her clothes off in front of other people.
Cassie had finally had enough assworship. “Rinse,” she said and pushed Stephen away. The male turned and thrust his face into the big red plastic bowl full of soapy water on the floor. Cassie used her foot on the back of his head to push him in and out of the water several times to “clean him up.” Then he swivelled and put his face down into the blue plastic bowl, which had plain water. He gargled and spat and dunked his head some more.
When he bent over at that bowl the light illuminated the pattern of stripes and bruises on his ass. Susan chuckled and pointed with her bottle of beer.
“All my own work.”
Marjory marvelled at the sight, tried to imagine the scene. Stephen bound with the velcro restraints that hung on Susan’s bedposts. Susan often said she liked men to be “bound hand to foot, asses up in the air, ready for the cane.” Then Susan would strip, put on some Grrrl music, take up one of her canes, she had about a dozen on top of her chest of drawers, and set to spanking her boyfriend.
“Yeah,” she said sometimes with a wicked little grin, “sometimes there IS a little blood. But I try to keep it to a minimum.”
Cassie had plopped her big ass on the towel spread on the sofa and opened her legs. She had Stephen by the ears and was tucking him face first into her crotch. Cassie, at five seven and a hundred and eighty pounds was a big girl, with tits and ass to match. Her pussy was of a size to go with the rest of her, and it was wet and ready. Stephen was immediately hard at work, his neck and shoulder muscles bunching and relaxing as his tongue provided Cassie with pleasure. She, in turn, began to moan softly, slipping into the prelude to a fine orgasm.
“How do you find them?” said Marjory, emboldened by the beer.
“What? Good asslicks, like Stephen?”
“Yes.” That wasn’t quite what she’d meant, but on reflection Marjory realized that ultimately that was what these slave boyfriends of Susan’s were.
“Oh, I just keep my eyes open for the signs. They’re all around us, Marj. You’d be surprised how many men are just dying to be treated like this.”
“Really? I thought it was just weirdos, perverts.”
Susan laughed. “Oh, they’re pervs alright, but there’s a helluva lot of ‘em. Take a look at the internet sometime. Google the phrase FemDom or Female Domination, or Face Sitting. You’ll get a zillion sites where guys pay to see this stuff. There are thousands of professionals, women who do this for a living, and some of them make fortunes, because they’re so good at it.”
Marjory shook her head in wonder and sipped beer.
Cassie was shaking and shuddering and going “Yes, yes, yessss...” as she came with her legs up in the air and Stephen’s face jammed tight into her pussy.
“He’s good, I guess,” said Marjory.
“He was okay at first, but I’ve been training him for a few months. He’s gold standard now. You know, it oughta be an olympic event.”
Cassie’s coarse bellow of laughter at this shook the room. Susan was giggling too.
Cassie was up now, heading for the shower.
“All yours, ladies,” she said as she disappeared down the hall.
“It’s your turn Marj,” said Susan with a big smile.
Marjory stood up. She was nervous as anything, but Cassie had obviously just had a great orgasm, so why shouldn’t she have one too? Except that she was shy about being naked around other people, even women she’d been drinking beer with for a couple of hours.
“Just drop your panties, kneel on the sofa and let my slave do the rest.”
Marjory looked down at the slave. He had his head down low, was bent over in full submission to the women. Water dripped from his black hair onto the rug.
“If you like you can let him take your panties off for you. I always do. It gives him a thrill.”
“Okay,” said Marjory.
“You heard, slave,” snapped Susan, switching to her hard-voice, turning instantly into the demanding bitch-goddess.
Stephen raised himself to a high kneeling posture and carefully slid Marjory’s panties off and placed them on the arm of the sofa. Marjory blushed at her nakedness, but Susan had turned back to the CD player to put on some different CDs. So Marjory took a deep breath and knelt on the sofa, right where Cassie had been. Her breasts rested on top of the back, she draped her arms over and shoved her bottom out behind her. A second or so later she felt something brush against her right buttock, then her left and there was gentle pressure on both. Then came an electric feeling of contact around her anus.
“Oooh,” she said.
Susan chuckled, looked back over her shoulder. “Interesting, isn’t it?”
Marjory had to agree. “Yeah.”
The contact continued, soft, wet, smooth licks and flicks and little twirls of the tongue all around her sensitive membranes.
“Mmmm,” murmured Marjory, “that’s nice.”
“Yeah,” Susan agreed. “This is what men are for, at least in my opinion.”
The soft licking went on, and as it did, Marjory felt herself relax and begin to feel
stimulated in a sexual way. She’d wondered if this was possible. In the past she’d had mixed results from oral sex. Some guys had done it well and she’d had nice orgasms, but most were hung up about it, obviously unhappy and not prepared to do more than lick her clit a dozen times and then demand to “get it on.” She’d never had a man do this before!
And now she was enjoying it. It was really nice. More than that, while at first she’d thought it would be impossible for her to have an orgasm in these surroundings, --she was just too private a person-- now, she was beginning to think otherwise.
Cassie came back from the shower wrapped in a towel. She grabbed her beer and sat down on the chair by the TV.
“That was so good, thank you so much, girl!” she clinked bottles with Susan.
“My pleasure. And my slave’s, it really turns him on to have some nice fresh asses to worship.”
“Amazing creatures men, no doubt about it.” Cassie took a big hit on her beer.
Susan laughed. “I do my best. I sit on his face every night, I beat him black and blue, I’m as cruel as I can be,” she broke off, overcome by giggles. Cassie was roaring and beating one hand on the arm of the chair. “But he still wants more!”
That sent them both into fits. Finally Cassie noticed that Marjory was panting with her eyes closed.
“He is so good at that,” said Cassie.
“Well, I have been training him for months. He was a bit hesitant at first. But now he’s really used to it.”
Marjory was rocking her abdomen back and forth very slowly as Stephen frenched her ass, getting his tongue deep inside her, sliding in and out. It was a delicious sensation, and her right hand had strayed down to her pussy and her fingers were lightly playing with her clitoris.
“Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh!” she moaned, and Stephen’s tongue never stopped sliding in and out of her as her pleasure mounted steadily and at last she came with a great shudder all through her body from her toes to the top of her head. It was just about the most intense orgasm Marjory had ever had, somewhere between a pure clitoral orgasm and something else, a bigger thing that started at her toes and went right on up to the ends of her shoulder length brown hair.
The slave had pulled back as soon as he felt her begin to come. He waited for orders.
“Hey, girl, you want more?”
Marjory was coming back together after being splattered all over the heavens.
“Oh, no, that was great. I think I better rest.”
“Okay, you can have more later. It’s good that way.”
Susan used her right foot to shove Stephen’s face in and out of the soapy water in the red basin. “Rinse,” she snapped. He gargled and spat in the blue bowl while Susan set her beer down. Marjory had a towel and was about to head for the shower when she stopped to watch as Susan pushed Stephen’s head down onto the seat of the sofa, with his face up and his body bent backwards like a pretzel. He was kneeling on the floor with his legs tucked behind him, and Marjory thought his knees and thighs had to be super flexible or he was in a world of pain. He was also keeping his arms neatly folded behind his back.
Susan saw Marjory watching.
“This is the best way to sit on a slave. I’ve trained him to accept this position, because it gets his legs out of the way and keeps his arms out of the way too. He’s just a nice convenience now. Watch.”
Susan stripped off her blue cotton panties, straddled Stephen’s body and sat down like she was sitting on a chair, or a toilet. She picked up her bottle of beer and wriggled around a little until Stephen’s tongue was in the right place, doing the right things. Slowly she began to move her ass backwards and forwards, flexing her abdomen as she went, sliding over her slave’s face.
“It’s amazing,” said Cassie, who was also watching, awe in her eyes.
Susan began to moan with pleasure as the steady rhythmnic motions continued, and all the while Stephen kept his position, bent backwards, his face nothing more than a device for pleasuring women.
Marjory whistled to herself. She was really learning something here about men, or at least a certain kind of men. She wandered down the hallway to the bathroom and ran the shower. As she soaped down and rinsed she thought about that fantastic orgasm. Stephen really knew how to give a woman incredible pleasure with his tongue, just by licking her asshole! Who would have thought it was possible? Not Marjory, that was for sure.
She thought back to the sometimes good, often not so good sex she’d had with men over the years. Guys who were selfish. Guys who just climbed on top, rammed themselves into you and fucked for about two minutes before coming. Then their cell phones rang and they were into something else. They didn’t give a hoot whether you came or even enjoyed it. All they cared about was getting their balls emptied.
Pigs!
Now, Robert had been a bit better. He’d been prepared to go down on her and he’d learned to do a few things to make that worthwhile. Not like some guys. She remembered one guy, his name had been Rodney, she thought. His idea of performing oral sex on a woman was to burrow into her pussy, find her clit and chew on it! She’d screamed so loud it brought the neighbors. Definitelty ended any further
contact with Rodney!
But, Robert had tried, though it’d been a struggle for him. He didn’t like doing “it:” and always made a bit of a fuss. Then when they were fucking he just wasn’t that satisfying. His penis was okay, not huge or anything, but not tiny, either, but he never lasted very long and then, when he was done, he wanted to leave.
She turned off the water and started to dry herself off. In the big mirror she had a misty outline, gradually clearing as the humidity was sucked out by the overhead fan.
She was okay, she thought. Nice tits, firm belly and thighs. Okay, she could lose a pound or three off her ass, but that hadn’t stopped the slave guy from doing her real good.
Marjory caught herself in the middle of that thought. She realized that she was wondering what it would be like to have a slave guy of her own.
Wow. There was an interesting notion. A guy you called up from work and told “be at my place at eight.” And he was. And he was completely devoted to you. And wore a chastity thing that you kept the key to, so he was absolutely under your control. And he gave you orgasms, as many as you wanted. And afterwards he rubbed your feet and massaged you and made you dinner and was, well, your slave.
And once in a while you unlocked him and let him jerk off in front of you, or you sat on his face and jerked him off with your hand.
Susan was adamant about one thing, you never, never fucked these guys, well, unless You fucked them with the strap on dildo. Susan had two, a pink one and a huge black one. She swore that “fucking a guy, getting his legs up in the air, and looking him in the eyes as you fuck him, is the way to make him your slave for life.”
Marjory shivered. Wow. Could she do that?
Then she giggled. Maybe.
She wrapped the towel around herself, turned off the fan and immediately heard a rhythmnic slapping noise. When she opened the door it got louder. Back out in the living room, Susan and Cassie were “rewarding” Stephen with a nice spanking. He was stretched over Cassie’s ample lap while she spanked him with a big, wooden paddle. His ass was already a kind of hot pink color and getting redder all the time.
“Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap,” went the paddle. Cassie was really enjoying this, Marjory could see. Susan gave her a big wink.
Cassie was the kind of girl who’d never had much luck with men. She was too big, too fat. Men treated her badly, all the time. So this was a great opportunity for her to get a bit of her own back on the whole male gender, as personified by Stephen’s
suffering rump.
“Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap.” it went on and on. Stephen’s buttocks were turning deep red now.
Susan offered Marjory another beer.
“Thanks, Susan, and, well, thanks for, you know. I really enjoyed, uh, him.”
“Oh, sure. I love to spread the word. Girls like you, Marj, you should think about it. Don’t marry some asshole guy who takes you for granted. Find yourself a nice man like this one.”
Stephen had his arms bound behind his back. His head hung down by Cassie’s ankles. His ass was turning purple.
Looking at this, Marjory felt her sex getting warm again. This was real exciting.
This was Female Domination and she thought she’d like to know more about it.
A lot more.
She sat down on the chair opposite the couch and took a big sip on her beer.
This was fantastic.
“Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap.”
Yeah, thought Marjory. She was going to get herself a slave boyfriend too.
“So,” she said. “How do you tell which ones are the right kind?”
Susan laughed. “All right!” she gave Marjory a high-five and then a low one.
“We have a convert. Okay, listen up, girl, you got some things to learn.”

end.
Copyright. Permian Systems 2006.