“Apply a light suction, when kissing my asshole’s outer ring” she instructed him.
He did his best to satisfy her demand, thinking about how he wanted to make her happy. She didn’t wax recently, apparently, because she had small hairs around her asshole, which were inevitably getting into his mouth, getting sucked along with her asshole. The sensation wasn’t pleasant, as he couldn’t resist imagining how those same hairs were brushing against every log of her shit, every day. And while water and soap could do a great job at cleaning, he wasn’t sure how much each individual strand of hair was cleaned in the process. He couldn’t help thinking that there were trace amounts of shit on those hairs, which he was actively sucking on, bringing any such possible remains into his mouth. He wouldn’t spit, though, after licking her, but he wouldn’t want to keep an accumulated amount of saliva in his mouth either, so he had to swallow. Over and over and over again. At least, it wasn’t like he could taste it or anything. Especially with his inner mouth coated in vaginal juice, sweat and pee. Plus she should have been getting cleaner with each suction, right?
This process of kissing and sucking at the exterior of her asshole turned Blanche on even more. She was getting lost in the ecstasy of this degradable intimacy that she was sharing with her husband and was loving the fact that he was not fighting it, that he was going along with it. For some reason, she found it incredibly arousing that he was using his mouth, his taste and smell receptors to satisfy her rectal opening. A hole whose sole purpose was to expel shit and occasionally farts, both of which she had no need or desire for. If it was up to her, she would never deal with those parts of her that repelled her. If she could never touch or be around her dejections, it would have been ideal. But living in the real world, she wasn’t spending too much time thinking about that, not being a plausible thing. However now, having his lips suckle at her anus’ rim, she would get all sorts of mixed feelings and thoughts about her ass and his mouth.
I know I put him up to this, but why would you lick and suck on an asshole? What would come out of it? (No pun intended) I only use my ass to shit and he only uses his mouth to eat (!!!)…drink and breathe. She froze for a moment, in her thoughts, rapidly and unwillingly connecting her reasoning to the story she read. She shook her head, trying to push away the inadvertent similarity from her mind and she tried to continue her train of thought, while Tom was getting more and more of her asshole into his mouth with each brushing. She could feel her asshole stretch, as he would put his lips on either side of it, applying suction and pulling back, only to briefly return to its natural position, before being taken between his lips again. It was such a relaxing, soothing action. She would have him do this for hours, if possible.
So, if his mouth is used to ingest, talk and, ok, pay respects, like the utmost respect, the type you offer with your mouth and which you don’t use to kiss just about anything or anyone; and I use my asshole only to shit and fart (and sometime getting fucked in), that sets things really straight, right? He has willingly and undoubtedly submitted his entire being to my existence. I mean, I know, I know, he is not aware of it yet and it will take more time for him to see it, truly feel it and be my complete and utter slave, but…he is using his food-ingester to caress my shit-dispenser. He is getting there <3