The Erotica of Al X : Serving Deana - Episode 3
(MF MM FDom oral anal creampie)
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Summary: Deana is a sexy Latina BBW. When she catches a coworker staring at her ass, she takes advantage of the situation. She orders him to perform a series of tasks until her domination of him is complete. In "The Going Away Present" they have their final encounter, which also invovles her husband.
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"The Going Away Present"
by Al X
It was the autumn of my total submission. Back in July Deana, a cute and chubby Latina co-worker, had caught me staring at her ass at work; what followed were months of a once unassertive woman becoming more and more dominant. And me becoming more and more subservient to her needs. Some demands were menial - she had me running errands, cleaning her office, fetching her things. Some demands were work tasks - "Finish this report," she would say as she tossed a folder of notes on my desk. And then there was the way she used me sexually.
Deana had me doing things I would never have thought possible. She called me into her office to lick her ass or clean her soiled panties. She even had me lick her panties just after a lunchtime fuck with her husband (and yes, they were covered with his cum). Through all of this she degraded me verbally, even forcing my head into a trash can, as if I were nothing more than human garbage.
Degrading me: occasionally she visited my office and threw a bag of dirty panties on my desk, forcing me to lick the crotch stains clean. Although I find panties a turn-on, these were disgusting -- stained with pee, blood, shit, cum - and this effort usually caused me to gag. Deana would sit in the chair and watch me, smiling at my humiliation. As I finished cleaning one panty she would ask if I wanted to stop. My stomach would turn, but I always dutifully replied: "May I please clean another?"
But all good things must come to an end, they say, and in January I heard that Deana was leaving; she and her husband were moving to Florida. The Monday of her last week she called me to her office. Already half of her personal items were packed in boxes (she had force me to do the week prior). "Get to work," she said as I closed the door. She bent over her desk, hiking her skirt up her ass to reveal the pink string thong she knew was my favorite. "One last ass-licking - and make it good." I fell to my knees, spread her cheeks, and shoved my tongue up her hole. "This is all your mouth is good for - cleaning me."
When I finished, she reminded me of the going-away party that Thursday, at the motel across the road from our company. "Be there for a going away present." Her devilish grin made her look so pretty, innocent even. I had no idea that she was planning my final humiliation.
Thursday, at 4:30, I headed over to the motel's bar, and found it filled with co-workers. Deana was drinking wine, and looked happy and a little drunk. Her husband was also there; I recognized him from the pictures in her office. He was short, thin, pleasant-looking. After about fifteen minutes, Deana made her way to me and called her husband over to introduce me. "He's always helping me," she told him, and I wondered if he knew about our situation. I was glad she didn't introduce me as "the napkin that cleans my ass."
Around seven the party had broken up, although a few coworkers hung around, drinking, talking shop, killing time. Deana walked past me, stopping to whisper: "Wait 5 minutes. Then go to room 6. It's time for our going away present." Then she went through the door that led to the ladies room and the rest of the motel. I stared at clock above the bar, watching the second hand make 5 complete revolutions. It seemed like forever, but then I left my stool and headed over to find room 6.
I knocked lightly, twice. Deana opened the door. The lights were low, the bedspread on the floor, the air heavy with the sweet smell of her perfume. Deana walked to the bed, then crawled onto it towards the headboard, her wide ass looking heavenly. Tonight would be the last time I would see that beautiful ass, and I was prepared to do anything she asked of me. When she reached the pillows, she turned so that she was laying on her side. She angled one leg, and I could see up her dress to a pair of pink panties. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself. "Do you think oral sex is a good going away present?"
I figured she was finally going to let me eat her pussy (I doubted she would ever lower herself to suck my cock). I stepped closer to the bed. "May I lick your pussy clean?"
She laughed. "The present isn't for me." I then heard the bathroom door open and out stepped her husband, in an open shirt but with no pants. "The going away present is for Edouard. He deserves to be served as I have." She looked at him, then back at me. "Is his cock dirty?"
Whenever Deana presented a degrading situation to me, she always asked a question that allowed an easy out for me. But I always willingly submitted to her whims. Now she was asking me to serve her husband. I had never been with a man - I'm not gay - but that was about to change.
I turned to Edouard. "May I please clean your cock with my mouth?"
He smiled at his wife. His answer to me was a simple action: he lifted his shirt so that his boxers were clearly visible. Deana, on the bed, rubbed herself through her panty. "Use his mouth any way you want, my love."
As I walked over to him he unbuttoned the last three shirt buttons, then he took off the shirt and tossed it onto a chair. He wore only boxers and socks.
"Take off his socks," I heard Deana order, and I removed first one, then the other. As I folded them, I could tell they were damp with sweat. Deana issued her next command: "Smell them."
Edouard looked at me with disdain as I raised his socks to my nose. The foot odor was strong, harsh. I was afraid she would make me lick his feet clean, but Deana was in too much of a hurry. "Get his cock hard."
Leaning closer to him, I put my hands on his boxers, and felt his cock under the fabric. I rubbed him softly, slowly, unprepared to do this, and yet, as usual when I was under her command, I was fully aroused.
"Tell him what you want to do. In detail."
A quick glance revealed that she had pushed her panties down and was fingering herself. I looked back up at Edouard and slipped my hands under his underwear bottoms, reaching up and over his balls until my fingers found his hardening penis. "I want to take your cock out and lick it clean. I want to clean your balls with my tongue. I want to take your cock full in my mouth and suck it until it is fully clean. I will even clean your cum if you cum inside my mouth."
"No," Deana said loudly. "he will not cum in your mouth. His cum belongs here." She spread her legs wider apart.
He quickly got fully hard, then pushed his boxers down to release his cock. It was thin, but long, pointing straight up. I grabbed his balls with one hand and the base of his cock with the other and began to lick. He grabbed my head. "Just suck it." And I did. I moved my mouth to the tip, opened my lips, and let his cock enter my mouth.
Deana had always spoken to me in a sharp, condescending tone. To her husband she spoke with a melodic, cooing voice. "That looks so hot, seeing his mouth on your cock. I knew he would be a good cocksucker." She was fingering herself on the bed and from her moans I suspected she was having her first orgasm. "Oh, hurry up my love, I need you so bad."
From his grunts and shaking (and teh taste of pre-cum in my mouth), I knew Eduoard was ready to cum. I sucked and played with his balls, then felt him push me away, leaving me on me knees staring up at him, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to my lip. "Thank you," I told him. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock."
Deana sat against the pillows by the headboard. "Come here honey," she said. "Come taste how hot I am for you."
He needed little coaxing. He crawled into bed and between her legs, and soon his head up was bobbing up and down, lapping at her pussy. He was lying face down on the bed, his legs spread. Deana rubbed his head, then moved her hands to his shoulders and onto his back. "Do you know how you always want me to lick your ass?"
He let out a muffled "yes" in between licks.
"I would never place my mouth on your dirty ass." She then glared over at me, raising an eyebrow, waiting for me.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Sucking a man's cock was bad enough, but being forced to lick a man's disgusting, hairy ass was another. I could have protested. I could have walked out of that room. But I didn't. "May I? May I lick his ass for you."
"Would you like that?"
I moved to the foot of the bed. "Please allow me to clean his asshole with my tongue."
"You may," she said.
I crawled onto the bed and between Eduaord's hairy legs. His ass was hairy, too, and as I neared his crack, I got a whiff of shit. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, and I also couldn't believe that I was so turned on by the humiliation that my cock was hard.
"Spread his cheeks," Deana ordered, and I used my hands to part them. "Lick his crack," she said, and I lowered my face down, then ran my tongue up and down his crack, avoiding his rosebud. "Suck his asshole," she ordered, and I placed my mouth firmly on his hole and began to suck, letting my tongue slide down into his hole. He enjoyed the sensation; he gyrated his groin into the bed.
Deana was ready to cum a second time. "I need your cock, my love. I need your wonderful, beautiful cock." I moved away, as she scooted down, and soon he entered her. She wrapped her chubby legs around him, and scratched his back with her fingernails. "You fuck me so good," she told him. I had a perfect view of their lovemaking, and I watched his ass (wet with my saliva) go up and down as he went in and out of her. She looked at me over his shoulder. "Help him cum," she ordered.
I reached over and palmed his balls with hand and his ass with the other, lightly cupping him, my hands moving back and forth with their rhythm. I let my forefinger run along his crack, then played with his asshole. When he started grunting, I squeezed his balls harder. "Cum for me," Deana cried, herself reaching orgasm. "Fill me with your sweet, sweet cum."
And he did - his body tensed and he thrust into her forcefully, two final slow strokes, and I knew he was cumming. I moved away, down to the foot of the bed. I watched them both relax. Deana kept her arms around her husband, and she nibbled at his ear and neck. "Did you like your present?"
"You are a wonderful wife," he told her. "Thank you, my love."
They lay there for minutes, and I thought they were done with me, but after Edouard rolled off her, Deana looked at me. "And now for your present. You deserve something, too, for cleaning my ass and my panties for so long. I've never let you taste my pussy, have I?" She spread her legs, revealing the wet mess there.
"May I?"
"Of course not," she laughed. "My pussy is only for my husband, you know that." She reached over and patted Eduoard on the cheek. His cock was softening; he was smiling. "But I have something for you." She sat up and pointed to the bed. "On your back."
I lie down on my back and waited, as she lifted herself over me. She positioned herself kneeling over my face, her pussy about a foot from my mouth. "Tell me what you want."
I watched her hand wind through the matted pubic hair and collect sticky goo from her lips. "I want to taste your cum," I told her.
She moved her finger to my mouth. "Who's cum?"
"Eduoard's cum." As she wiped the cum on my lips, I licked them to taste his jism, then licked her finger.
"More?"
"Yes, more." She reached both hands into her groin and spread her lips apart. I watched a white glob form at the lips. "I want to eat his cum." I opened my mouth and stuck out tongue.
"Look at yourself," she said cruelly. "You can't wait to fill your mouth with another man's cum!"
She was right, but I didn't care. I raised up my head up as a glob of cum slipped out of her pussy and dangled down into my waiting mouth. I let the cum swirl in my mouth.
Deana laughed and leaned over to kiss her husband. "It's disgusting isn't it? I'm so glad you would never do anything like that." her crotch was moved away from me, but I moved my head under her so i could catch another glob of cum.
Then she turned to me and said, "Go now. I want to be alone with my husband." I got up from the bed, still fully dressed, with a hard-on raging in my pants, and my mouth still full of Eduard's creampie. "He'll probably jerk off in the hallway," she told him. Then they switched to Spanish as I headed for the door. I knew that this would be my final encounter with Deana; tomorrow they would be on the road to another town. I would probably never be humiliated like this again.
Just before I left the room, Deana called out to me. "Did you enjoy your present?"
Only now did I swallow the creampie, and felt the slimy goo go down my throat. I smiled to Deana, my sweet Latina mistress. "Thank you," I told her. "Thank you and goodby."
THE END
Written during November, 2006 / Revised November 16, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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