How I Became a Whore or How I Became a Macho Man — 2
"Hey, listen, when you were grinding, I noticed a couple of times you licked my asshole," Ira squinted, sitting down on the chair. "Do you want to? Do you want to polish my ass?"
"No, what are you talking about, it just happened, you were moving your hips and I guess I kind of automatically licked it," I started making excuses, honestly, I didn't even notice it myself. Sure, Masha had asked me to lick her ass, but I refused, saying it might make me vomit, and she calmed down and never asked again. But the fact that I accidentally licked Ira's was a bit embarrassing, and I grimaced, continuing, "Nooooo, definitely not!" — I put a definitive end to it.
"Why not? Didn't you like the taste?" — she raised an eyebrow
Ira"No, there wasn't any taste," I replied.
"Then what's the 'ew' about?" — Ira continued.
"Just 'ew' and that's it," I cut her off, but Ira took my hand, brought her face close to mine, and began singing sweetly.
"It felt so good, darling," she continued, rolling her eyes and singing, "Well, for me," she exclaimed, looking at me, "Surely you wouldn't refuse someone you love?" — "I love?" A mental question flashed through my head. Oh right, we're lovers, which means we're supposed to love each other, but only in secret, I answered just as mentally.
"Come on, lick me," Ira persuaded me. "Darling, do something nice for me, it's all clean down there, you checked it yourself just now," she continued her song.
"I can't," I shook my head.
"But you haven't even tried," she looked at me with a loving smile. "Just try, and we'll see. Pleeease," she folded her hands near her chest.
"Masha will be here soon. Let's do it next time," I tried to wiggle out.
"I'll call her right now," Ira picked up her phone, dialed the number, and held it to her ear. I realized she understood that I had essentially already agreed to lick her ass, but there was a reason, and that reason was Masha, which needed to be dealt with, which is exactly what Ira set out to do.
"Mash, where are you? Your guy here is going crazy," Ira spoke into the phone. "What? And how are you? What a bitch! Hang in there, girlfriend."
She continued talking to her about something. "So, should he wait for you or is he free for today?" — after listening to the answer, she clarified, "So how long should we wait then? Uh-huh. Got it, okay then." — Finishing the conversation, she turned off the phone, took my hand, and led me to the room.
"Let's go, she said at least another two hours, and she even said you shouldn't wait for her today, what a bitch, she invited you herself and now treats you like this," talking out loud to herself, but for my ears, Ira, holding my hand, pulled me towards her room. I went along without resisting, but understanding why we were going there.
"Ir, I'm not going to lick your ass," entering the room, I dug in my heels a little as she, still holding my hand, lay on her back, lifted both legs to her head, and presented her chocolate hole for my viewing.
"Come to me, my darling, close your eyes and just lick it like you already did," not listening to me, she pulled my hand, and when I bent over, she moved her hands to the back of my head. Since it was very uncomfortable to stand, I knelt before her and, overcoming my disgust, licked Ira's wrinkled asshole, which immediately began to stir and move, relaxing and tensing. It was quite an interesting sight, and I continued touching the tip of my tongue to the hole, watching how it reacted.
"Awesome," Irka looked at me, her face showing unconcealed delight. "You're so good to me, there's no one else like you in the world," she continued praising me, and this flattery was working on me. I continued licking her hole, touching it, and it became wet from my saliva. My nose occasionally touched her pussy, which was also wet again and glistened, producing more and more lubrication. I ran my tongue from her ass to her clit and sucked on it, making sucking motions.
"Oh, you suck so amazingly, you slut," Ira moaned. Her words didn't offend me anymore; after all, we loved each other, and she didn't mean it seriously, I reassured myself. "Don't suck, you promised me something else," she pulled me back to her anus with her hands. "Lick my ass, slut." I was offended by that statement but didn't show it and started licking her ass, which also reacted vividly to every touch. "Keep it up, darling," — that phrase inspired me, especially the word DARLING, and I began happily touching her anus with my tongue more and more often, licking it and the entire flesh of her buttocks.
"Fuck me with it," Ira begged. "Come on, darling, you can do it, and I'll probably cum from it, try, darling," Ira didn't stop talking, now holding not my head but her own legs bent at the knees. Her anus became noticeably more relaxed and began to open a little, as if also asking me to push my tongue into it. I still hesitated; some squeamish thoughts were holding me back, but deciding to go for it, I tensed my tongue and pushed it slightly into her anus, causing her to throw her head back and gasp, immediately returning her gaze to me.
"You're so awesome, fuck me with it, fuck me like your slut," she looked at me with playful and whorish eyes, like a real slut's. Without looking away from her, I continued pushing my tongue into her chocolate hole, feeling on my tongue how her anus welcomingly parted but at the same time elastically hugged my tongue and seemed to suck it. I liked it.
"Fuck me, my knight! Fuck me, damn it," Ira continued speaking in a half-whisper, looking at me and then throwing her head back. "Keep going, I'm about to cum." I started helping my tongue with my head; more precisely, I fixed my tongue at a certain length, sticking it out of my mouth, and began fucking my lover in the ass with my tongue using my head. I got aroused from this, imagining I was fucking her in the ass, somehow forgetting I was doing it with my tongue, but that was enough for me. My dick was rock hard, and unbuttoning my pants, I took my buddy in my hand and started jerking off. Ira apparently understood this.
"Don't cum without me, don't you dare," she said. "I'm close, I'm almost there! Keep going, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me." Her words gave me strength, although, admittedly, my tongue had never been this tired before, but I held on, feeling I was already close myself.
"Aaaaaah," Irka grabbed my head and started pressing it hard against her, helping with her legs, so hard I thought my neck would crack. I saw her vulva orgasming, how my favorite huge clitoris of hers went into a frenzied pace, her stomach rippled with waves like a raging sea, her breasts jerked, and generally, Ira was shaking all over. At the same time, a stream of urine hit me in the forehead — the only part exposed, as everything else was pressed against her ass — splashing and getting into my eyes. At the same moment, I also released my seed somewhere under the bed, and I felt so good that...
I came to lying on the floor, Ira leaning over me and slapping my cheeks.
"Well, good," she smiled when I opened my eyes. "I was starting to think," she added after a moment's thought, "I fucked you to death — you're the best, damn it, you're the best, I even pissed myself or who knows what that was, but I went to space." Irka didn't stop boasting about her experienced sensations, and I, looking at her, smiled and understood that I was definitely in love now and done for.