tightened my thighs, making my ass hard as a rock. The more I bent down, the more the back part of my skirted lifted.
“I was well aware that I was showing them my back side. The skirted lifted up completely, showing off my ass. I knew they were both looking at me. The string from my thong was lodged deep between my ass cheeks and it looked like I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I bent down even more, to pet the cat so the skirt was all the way up.
“They could clearly see the little triangle of red silk cloth covered with white pearls between my ass cheeks, as well as the narrow strips of my thong around my hips. I turned to face John and Isabel to compliment their cat, when I noticed them both looking at what someone could only dream about. I bent down to the max again and patted the animal for a long time saying to her how sweet she was, not caring at all that the hosts could see my nakedness.
“In fact I was very pleased. Then the cat got up and went her merry way somewhere into the yard. I started to walk around their living room with seductive moves looking at various objects in the glass case and the pictures hanging on their walls.
“I knew they were swallowing me with their eyes, if they could see anything at all, because I thought John at least was completely blinded from the previous events. That could have been seen only by looking at divas on TV or certain magazines.
Chapter 5
“After my walk I went back to the towel carefully fixed by John. I waited patiently for what would come next. There was a silence so I asked them what had got them so confused.
“‘That husband of yours doesn’t have it easy,’ Isabel said. ‘How does he keep up with you? Can he fulfill all of your demands and wishes? Tell us about that.’
“‘Seriously, people! What has gotten you so horny? I am not superman. Why does he have it hard? He has to serve me and meet with all of my demands. I don’t need to tell him anything or make him do anything. He does all the chores; he takes care of my looks. He watches over me. Everyone knows he cleans, washes, irons, cooks, pleases me. And what does he get from me in return — nothing.
“No matter how hard he tries to be obedient he gets nothing, only the hope that I will let him enjoy my charms one day. I enjoy torturing and yelling at him. Sometimes I let him see me naked or wash my feet. When I’m in a good mood, I allow him to jerk off in front of me looking at my body. I used to let him kiss my feet, lick my soles, nibble my heels, suck at my toes which used to bring him into a state of frenzy.
“When we had guests in the house I used to fool around a bit and come over to him touching him and pretending to kiss him, but instead I was spitting in his mouth, and watched him swallow my spit afterwards. Before I turned him into my slave, I let him massage me, scratch my head, lick my pussy and ass until his tongue went numb. Surprisingly, those licking sessions used to last a few hours.
“I started that treatment as soon as I showered in the evening. While I was in the bathroom he would make the sofa ready to go to sleep. He had to place the little table next to the sofa, so close that I could reach it when I lay down. Then on top of it he would serve me various snacks, cookies, juice or beer, remote control, and the phone. That table had to have my cigarettes, a cigarette tip, lighter and an ashtray. When he was finished making up the bed and bringing all of the treats, I would then lie down.
“He would turn on the bedside lamp and turned off the main light. While I would watch my favorite TV shows he had to massage me all over my body. When I would get bored with the massage I would raise up my ass a little bit and order him to take off my panties. Then he would cover me up nicely and I would give him a sign to place his head under my pussy and start licking.
“While I would watch a movie covered up and warm he would lick me and enjoy himself. Very often during his licking I would read a newspaper or a book. At one time I liked to solve crossword puzzles while he would kiss and lick me between my legs. I would smoke, drink my juice, eat chocolate, and nibble some chips or salt sticks. When I was in the mood, I asked him to lick me for a few hours.
“We would usually start at 10 or 11 p.m., and finish at 2 or 3 a.m. I demanded the licking to be slow and gentle. He licked every inch of my ass and pussy. He massaged me between my legs with his lips and tongue. I am positive that he kissed my ass or pussy about a few thousand times. While I was lying there relaxed, I wanted him to kiss me very, very gently and lick my clit. After a longer period of him slowly licking me I felt his warm breath turning me on.
“Every nerve in my body was shivering under his tongue. And so after an hour or an hour and a half, my whole energy accumulated in the lower part of my stomach. As I was closer to cumming, I felt my hands and legs tremble. My stomach would convulse and shiver from passion. Then I would gently grab the back of his neck, put his mouth on my trembling pussy and ordered him to lick me faster. From all the emotions, running like a current through my body, I started to move and ram myself on his tongue with all the strength I had left.
“Soon in a large spasm I would be cumming for a long time. He had to lick and eat all of the sweet juices from my pussy. I didn’t let him catch his breath but he had to continue to lick me very, very slow. That licking was very soothing, and I started to relax slowly. A few times a very strong orgasm would drain me out completely. In order to come back, I would eat chocolate and drink while he would continue to kiss and lick me.
“Depending on my mood after a hard orgasm, it took an awful lot of time for me to cum again but sometimes I would feel the same flows of passion after a few short minutes and I would be cumming very hard again. I used to cum a few times during the night under his expert tongue. When I allowed him to lick my ass there were numerous times when I would fall asleep. Believe me it was the best way to get me to sleep.
“One time when I fell asleep he continued to lick me. I had the most beautiful dreams then. When he stopped I woke up. I saw that it was dawn. I moved a little and noticed that he was sleeping with his lips plastered on my ass. I woke him up immediately and ordered him to continue.
“As soon as I felt his tongue licking my ass sweetly and him entering my ass I would fall asleep again. There used to be times when I would wake up in the morning and see him under the sheets with his nose up my ass sleeping soundly. I could never understand how he could sleep and breathe at the same time when both his nose and mouth were up my ass. But there you have it, he would always try to please me.
“Before that even, I used to let him fuck me. Now I don’t, just one time or not once over the entire year so now he lives with the memory of the moments and hovers over me so he could maybe get it again. It would seem I haven’t let him fuck me for more than four years. That’s why he is constantly crazy and running around me. Now it is my practice to piss into his mouth and to watch him swallow my fluids. I can tell you I did just that before coming to visit you. I know that he is home right now thinking about me, faithfully doing all the chores I gave him.
“We are drinking, eating and fooling around right now, and he is working hard hoping to get some pussy when I get back. But it’s not going to happen so he will have to jerk off once or even more times tonight so he could relax enough to fall asleep. Just out of spite, I won’t let him jerk off in front of me. I am going to drive him completely crazy.
“As soon as I get home I will take my clothes off in the bathroom so he can’t look at me and enjoy the view. He will be confused thinking about why I won’t let him at least see me naked. He will get jealous. Then I am going to crawl inside the bedroom leaving him to suffer. I know he will obediently beg me to let him see me naked or to let him kiss my ass, pussy or lick my feet so he could get inspired to jerk off. But all he is going to get is my shirt and panties to smell.
“Later when he will be in full swing I am going to get up and yell at him a lot, totally fucking him up with that. He has to go crazy about me.”
Paul interrupted. “It simply can’t be, professor, that Alice can torture you like that. Alice you are simply playing with us.”
Alice answered. “No I’m not. I like it that way. I am going to tell you that he thinks about me constantly and he keeps making up various, unbelievable things to please me to the max just to get my pussy again. He really knows how to surprise me. Sometimes I walk into the house and he throws rose petals in front of my feet. Everywhere I move he would continue to throw scented rose petals just so I could step over them. One time he took the rose petals from all of the roses in our street. When I come home from work, I am greeted with a set
