Well, not consciously anyway. Bits and pieces from the story would return to her randomly from time to time and she would have mixed feelings about it. At first, she would simply push these thoughts away and immediately get herself occupied with something, so she could stop thinking about it. But, with time, she started processing everything and it wasn’t long before she started asking herself questions. It was becoming harder and harder for her to deny how attractive she found the idea of having her ass eaten out.
To be honest, she was really enjoying the attention she was getting from her man and how he would so often compromise his satisfaction for hers, even if sometimes it wasn’t really required, even if it was just a whim of hers. He would very often do it. Not always, but more often than not. Maybe if I get him used to eating my ass out, he would become even more submissive and the “more often than not” could become “almost always”. Or, who knows? Maybe just “always”.
She was delighted with her thoughts, while finishing up her dinner. She was pleasantly surprised to find out how wet this new scenario was making her. The idea of having a completely submissive man, someone devoted to her total and utter satisfaction was a very exciting prospect. She was loving Thomas and didn’t want to torment him, but he was willing to serve, to fulfill and had such a natural knack for it. She didn’t really take advantage of that before. Well, not that much anyway.
Blanche was always used to having her way. People were sort of inclined to do her bidding, more or less, each for different reasons. But to women looking like she did, it was hard to say no, to begin with.
“I’m all done!” she exclaimed happily, while getting up and slapping her palms together.
“Oh, I see, bu-“
“Let’s go!” she said, grabbing his hand, pulling him away from his unfinished meal. “Ass eating time! I hope you saved room for it!” she joked, giggling happily about it.
Wow, she is really set on this, no joke! I didn’t even get to finish my meal, jesus! But ok, I guess. It’s not like it is worth mentioning. I mean, I love to see her so excited and happy, I wouldn’t want to burst her bubble.
“We’re here!” she announced ceremoniously, when reaching the bedroom. She got up on the bed, on her back and signaled him to follow her.
He looked her up and gulped with desire. She had such wonderful thighs. And the mini skirt she wore today drove him nuts. She usually doesn’t wear skirts at home, let alone mini ones, but today she went out of her way. For this? he wondered, as he was getting into bed. He reached up to kiss her, but she stopped his head with the palm of her hand, spread her legs and guided him to her pussy.
“Save your kisses for my pussy and asshole, babe” she said pitifully, puckering her lips in a kissy pout as if to make him understand that she gets him, but that there’s nothing that she can do about it.
Usually I get so clean and ready for him, but that is such a hassle and a waste of time and effort. I really wish I wouldn’t have to do that all the time. At least not that often. I know I’m not fresh now, as I just came home from work, ate dinner and now here we are, haven’t showered since this morning, plus I got really wet earlier, but if he is going to eat my ass properly, he should at least eat my pussy as it is.