Backdoor attention
It felt strange, Harriet the Slave Girl on top of Louis and, in any subjective analysis, displaying a degree of dominance over him. There was a certain logic to it: from the outset I had been leading, forcing myself on the stranger and tempting him, leading him astray, so it perhaps wasn't surprising that our subsequent sex should be orchestrated by me. Nonetheless, it was a peculiar situation, a sub exerting control over a stranger at the instigation of her Master. And I was enjoying it. Many in the BDSM scene can switch, particularly those at the recreational end, but in my relationship with my Master, since that life-changing day when he had ordered me upstairs to dress in my maid's outfit for the arrival of our friends, I had been strictly submissive: we had stopped playing and had embraced dominance and submission as a way of life. And this is why it was so surprising that the evening had progressed as it had, why it was odd that I should be revelling so much in controlling Louis.
And then, unbidden, a thought popped into my mind, or rather a name did.
Sue.
I hadn't thought about Sue in a while. I had, in fact, been deliberately suppressing her memory, consciously avoiding the prospect of dealing with the situation which had developed with her. My Master hadn't broached the subject for a few weeks, but I knew he would be expecting action soon. He had deliberately engineered the downfall of Sue, tricking her into my hands, ensuring that I had an unshakeable hold over her, a hold which my Master now expected me to exploit. And the prospect scared me.
I was still sitting on top of Louis, my pussy thrust against his mouth and my thighs jammed against his cheeks. My body was tingling from the climax his tongue had induced and my groin was soaked with a mixture of sweat and my juices. I climbed off him and turned round, crouching above him, with my head against the top of the tent.
"Enjoy that?" I asked.
"Yes," he panted, still breathless from his exertion.
"Good," I replied, "because I don't think I've finished."
He emitted a groan, whether of delight or disappointment I didn't know, nor care, and I bent my knees, lowering myself towards him again, but this time facing towards his cock. I felt his nose brush against my arse and sat back, pressing myself onto him. I slid my knees apart, shifting my weight from them to Louis and flattening my body against his. With a sigh of satisfaction I grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled them apart, settling myself on him once more and jamming his face between my cheeks. I could feel his breath on my pussy and the first touches of his tongue tracking up and down the length of my slit once more. But however delightful that was, he had already done it and I was prospecting for new experiences. I slid up his body a fraction and arced my back, forcing myself down on him once more. This time, though, his probing tongue came into contact with my arse hole.
And he licked it.
And at that moment I was transported into a new realm of satisfaction. I had had this done to me many times, been presented with an arse to lick and been made to offer it my unwavering attention; but now it was me on top, and without demur Louis had acceded to his role and offered his tongue for service. I smiled and sat back.
The sensations running through me were intense. His tongue was probing at my hole, licking up and down from it to my pussy and back again, and back and back, each time lingering longer on the puckered hole, pressing at it, insinuating itself against it. The delicious sense of power that this instilled in me singed through my veins, spreading a heat of desire across my body. I began to rock above him, pressing myself harder and harder against his waiting tongue, feeling it tensed and probing for entrance. Gripping my cheeks, I pulled at them, opening myself wider and allowing the tip of his tongue to enter me, my sphincter muscles at once contracting and holding him firmly in place. His tongue was wriggling, trying to probe upwards, deeper inside me, all the while sending frissons of edgy reactions through my body. I pushed down again, opening myself wider, allowing his tongue to slip deeper into my anal passage, until I guessed he had about half an inch embedded within me.
I reached forward and grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard. His body tensed as a jolt of pain racked him, but his mouth, smothered as it was by my arse, emitted no sound. I started to wank him, building a steady rhythm which I copied with the rocking motion of my arse on his face, and as I wanked him his tongue began to fuck me. His saliva and my excitement had lubricated my arse and his tongue was able to slip up and down inside me with relative ease. I pulled at him roughly: my position made it difficult to get a good grip and I compensated by tugging hard and squeezing his engorged head. Every now and again he would squirm beneath me as I flexed too hard and sent a jolt of pain searing through his cock. This would cause me to press harder against him and slide his tongue an extra millimetre up my arse.
A unique set of emotions were building inside me, physical and mental, and I felt distinctly light-headed, as though I were overcome with the intensity of the moment. At the very tops of my thighs, and running round to my backside, an extraordinary, anticipatory flutter of sensations was building, licking across my skin and oozing through my nerve-endings, growing and pulsing, leaving me raw with excitement. Louis's tongue fucked ever deeper inside me, rasping against my sphincter, causing it to contract and expand with increasing frequency and vigour. I felt a rush of adrenalin as a climax approached, my body slipping out of control, giving itself over to the millions of sensations pricking at my skin.
Sensing my excitement, Louis was speeding up the action of his tongue, and I followed his lead with my hand, wanking him more and more vigorously. He tensed and I felt his cock jerk a couple of times, the head almost solid and sleekly beautiful as the first jet of come exploded from it. It landed on his stomach, just short of my face, and then another, and another, and another spurt rifled from him. I continued to wank him until his climax stopped, loosening my grip and feeling his spent cock quiver in satisfaction. Bending forward, I licked at his stomach, pulling the hot, salty strands of his semen into my mouth. Rolling my finger against it, I scooped it up and fed it into my mouth, diligently cleaning away all traces of his come, swallowing every drop, and all the time I could feel Louis's tongue flicking up and down my anal passage.
Reaching behind me, I pulled once more at my arse cheeks and opened myself for the final assault, his tongue now immovably embedded within me. I settled back, forcing all my weight on to his tormented face and smothering him as his rigid tongue brought me to satisfaction. My fingers tingled, my face felt as though it were on fire, and my entire body was ravaged by scorching flames of passion. Visions of Sue flitted through my mind, visions of her serving me like this, and with a scream I rocked and rolled on his compliant face as I began to come.
On to next story: Sue's nightmare begins
