Autumn




I've derived so much pleasure and inspiration from the stories here over the
years that it just wouldn't be right if I didn't make an attempt to give back
to the community. I can only hope to come close to being a tenth as
entertaining as the late great ghost of Mick Sloan. In any event, I believe
that there is something here for most of the tastes on the board - the
heroine, while not muscular (sorry guys and gals, I know that that is the main
point of the site, but it is not my thing), is also not petite.

snowheight@yahoo.com

Her name was Autumn. I liked that name. She had posted two pictures. One from
the back, her bending over slightly with her knees on a couch, wearing black,
thigh-high fishnets which contrasted with her white, smooth-looking skin, and
the other was a close shot from the side of her upper-body and head, with long
flowing blonde hair ... later I was to realize that this 2nd picture had been
deliberately out of focus. The images depicted someone who was curvy.

I was in the parking lot of a bank piggy-backing off of an unsecured wi-fi, it
was summer, sometime between 2005-2007. I had just come from the in-laws after
leaving my wife to visit with her family for a few days. I had planned ahead
and brought the phone numbers of some girls that I had wanted to meet but all
of these were going to voicemail. There is nothing like the immediacy of a
craigslist posting to get results.

I'd had to leave Autumn a message at first also, but she called me right back,
almost immediately. She sounded like a nice girl and when I'd asked her if she
only did vanilla or would possibly entertain some fetish she indicated that
she was open-minded. I was going to have to drive quite a ways to see her.
After getting a rough idea of how to get to where she was on mapquest I set
off, having told her that I was going to need help with directions once I got
close. She called me back soon after and asked if I had any interest in a
two-girl session with her friend. I indicated that what I would rather do was
spend two hours with her instead of just one. About halfway there I took an
exit going the wrong way and called her to give her a heads-up.

Once I had her on the line I decided to take a chance. Most girls in Autumns
position, for various reasons, like to keep the topics of conversation, unless
they know you, to a minimum. From what I can glean, some guys can get pretty
rude, and there is always the law enforcement factor. The flip side to this
coin, however, is that not everyone in life shares the same tastes, and some
girls whose hearts are not in it can use this custom as a way to lure in a
sucker, take his money and provide little but disappointment in return.

"Autumn, I'm going to give you an idea of what I am after ... you don't have
to answer one way or another, but if it sounds like something that you aren't
interested in, please just tell me now".

She didn't cut me off, so I kept going: "My favorite thing is to give oral. I
want to go down on you. I don't expect you to do the same, but I'd like to do
this for an extended period of time." ... so far so good, so I decided to get
explicit, as some girls are very self-conscious and uptight about this next
... "I'd also like it if at some point you would put your asshole right on my
mouth".

This was actually the first time that I had expressed myself this explicitly
to someone on this topic, on the phone or otherwise. When I was younger, I had
been in good shape, and not bad looking at all. Once I had gained some initial
experience with women, I began to get quite successful, and came to realize
very early on that seduction is a major part of the game, and for most of the
women that I had been compatible with, a main component of seduction was
continuity and flow ... It was best to take things slowly. It was also best to
let events unfold naturally, and as a consequence, my conversations with my
lovers never mentioned sex and eventually trailed off as intimacy began.

Autumn was silent for a brief moment but then she said something to the effect
of "... well, I don't know you so I can't give you a specific answer ... ",
and she went on to say "... but all I can say is that I would be a very happy
girl ...".

Bingo ! Now I was getting REALLY excited.

It took me another 20 minutes to get to her town, and I had to call her
repeatedly for directions at various points. This is also a common part of
this game as smart girls use the military concept of a "need to know basis" to
best advantage. I like smart girls. They are a turn-on. The brain is, after
all, the largest erogenous zone. I finally got to her street. She kept me
waiting in the car for another 15 minutes, but when she finally called me back
it turned out that I had parked right in front of her door.

She opened the outside door and ushered me into the foyer, quickly shutting it
behind us. She extended her hand as she moved toward the inner door, "hi, I'm
Autumn". She was dressed in a dark, intricately-laced camisole that was almost
like a very long bustier that came down to below her waist, and had on black
pantyhose. Her complexion, eye color and facial features did not match her
hair color, but she had a nice smile. She was quite a bit heavier than her
pictures would have led you to believe ... while she stood about 5' 6" she had
to be at least 180 pounds -- those pictures had definitely been taken with an
eye toward minimizing her weight. She had very large breasts (not a particular
fetish of mine, but hers were quite nice), and while she was borderline obese,
she was well-proportioned, and young, likely under 25. She had delicate
features and could definitely be described as being very pretty.

I took her hand and shook it lightly ("nice to meet you!"), being sure to
smile warmly, all the while trying to move gracefully with her in a near dance
as we bundled into her ground floor apartment together. Bundling is a good
description, as, truth be told, I am no ectomorph myself. She made some small
talk as we moved through what was set-up as a living room into a small bedroom
off to the side. I took out my money and laid it on a dresser without speaking
of it and began to disrobe.

Autumn began to direct the situation: "there is something we have to take care
of before we can talk business ... take down your underwear".

She approached me and lightly took hold of my dick, "are you a cop ?",

"no", I replied,

"here" she said, taking my hand and guiding it toward her nipple, which she
had exposed...

I asked "are you a cop ?" as I gently caressed her ...

"no" came the reply, through a broad and playful grin.

I'd played the "I'm not a cop, you're not a cop" game a few times and this,
along with no obvious presence of anyone else in the apartment, caused me to
relax. Cops don't have to answer that question truthfully, but direct sexual
contact before any explicit exchange of money-for-sex does screw with their
case.

Autumn explained to me that she didn't work in her bedroom, which was small,
equipped with a sub-queen, full-size bed and had a carpet which was a bit
worse for wear. She led me back out into the living room, which had hardwood
floors and was furnished with a couch, a computer desk and an entertainment
center arranged around the walls.

"This is just as good as a bed", she said as she spread a large, dark-colored
futon on the floor.

When she was done positioning the floor-matress she removed her hose ... I
almost stopped her, contemplating the delicious scenario of my nose mashed-up
into the lined crease below her toes, but decided not to mess with the flow of
the situation.

She sat down on one end of the futon and I laid down on my left side about in
the middle, not quite beside and at an almost 90 degree angle to her. I asked
if I could give her a foot rub and describe some of my past peak sexual
experiences to her. She agreed, and I started by saying that what excited me
the most was giving a woman pleasure, that I liked to do that with my mouth,
and that it was the girls reaction and response rather than my own stimulation
that turned me on and gratified me the most. Her expression, which had been
one of cautious amusement, abruptly changed, almost as if she had been
startled.

She got a funny, sort of dark, almost guilty-conspiratorial look on her face
and whispered "...wait a second", as she gently pulled away and stood up and
went and locked the door. "I just want to be sure that we aren't interrupted".

When she came back I sat up a bit, took her right foot in my hands and began
to massage it. Softly and firmly at first, with my left hand against the right
edge of and over the top of the foot with my right palm pressed against the
bottom and around the arch.

"What does the term 'domination' mean to you" ? I asked, as I rubbed.

She related to me how she used to live in Miami and that she had known a man
there who used to like her to kick him in the balls, hard.

"Yeah, some guys like the pain aspect, but I'm into a more sensual
experience".

She smiled ... "oh yeah?"

I asked her if I was applying too much or too little pressure, she told me
that what I was doing felt good and I encouraged her to tell me if she wanted
me to do anything in particular. I told her a story about how one girl I had
seen had put me on my knees while she sat on a high bench, so that her feet
where level with my eyes ... how I had massaged them, and then how she had
taken one of her feet (which were large, probably at least a size 9) and put
it in my mouth. This girl had then worked her foot into and down my throat,
slowly, but going gradually ever deeper, eventually almost gagging me and
definitely causing discomfort. While looking deeply and directly down into my
eyes, she had given a last little push as I looked helplessly up, and at that
moment she issued a dainty little grunt of satisfaction. I just melted around
that girls foot in a swoon of submission. Autumn's feet were a bit pudgy,
mostly soft, and were not odorless, but smelled and looked clean. She had
trim, neat, but not-overly pedicured, unpainted toenails. I switched to the
right foot and went on with another tale.

I told her of a dominatrix I had once seen at a NY dungeon. This girl had been
inexperienced and the first time that I'd met her I think that she'd been on
X. I'd introduced her to trampling that time, and while standing on me she'd
taken one foot and placed it right on my mouth. She'd been wearing a coarse
fishnet under a black dress with a flared skirt, and muttered "...now where is
the hole in these things ...". Well I found that tear and poked my tongue
through it, swishing it wetly around and over the ball of her foot. She
actually gasped. But it was not that experience of which I told Autumn, and I
also spared her the brief physical description, most of the inner narrative
and many of the details which I offer here for the benefit of the reader. What
I told Autumn about was a subsequent session, where this girl, who called
herself Mistress Persus, had been sober, and was wearing fine-mesh, soft black
pantyhose with a light-colored full-panty underneath. Persus had long,
straight and soft light-brown hair, amber colored eyes, was in her late
twenties, and had a sweet, innocent look to her. Her demeanor was one of
nervous uncertainty, sort of like the characters portrayed by Teri Garr or
Anna Ferris. It was fun to put her at ease and coax her into relaxing. She was
voluptuous, but with small, b-cup breasts. She was short, at perhaps 5 foot 2,
and did have an appealing set of wide hips which flared dramatically from a
relatively narrow waistline and which supported a nicely-shaped, big round ass
which jutted out firmly, pertly and proudly from her back. I would have
guessed her to be German-Jewish, but she said that this was not so when I
tried to get her to tell me her ethnicity, which she never did.

I was using my thumbs firmly on Autumns right foot, as she had loosened up,
and I was alternately rotating her foot around by her heel with my right hand
while supporting her leg with the other. I told Autumn of how Mistress Persus
had indulged me by standing and allowing me to worship her legs and lower body
while I was on my knees. I do believe that this girl was attracted to me - the
few times we had met I had been wearing a suit, and I was in pretty good shape
at the time, and we shared the same exact non-regional accent, seemed to share
a common sense of humor, and had a good chemistry together: in the past, or
had we met under different circumstances she definitely would have been a
whirlwind romance. Nevertheless, Persus had been clear about the ground rules
- that I was to give some buffer to the area around her crotch. She stood
roughly in the middle of the room with legs a little less than shoulder-length
apart and looked down at me as I first nuzzled her inner thigh, and then, with
growing excitement and shortness of breath on my part, her outer thigh ... she
had said "that's my hip !" .. and I had said "and it is a beautiful hip ... a
work of art", which elicited a genuine response of flattered gratification ...
a reassuring vindication of her feminine charms from an apparently welcomed
source and a boost to the girls self-esteem, which while minor and brief, was
appreciated nonetheless. She then watched us from a large full-length mirror
installed on one wall as I, still on my knees, circled around to her backside.
Persus looked on over her shoulder as I kissed her ass, eventually placing my
nose gently right below the cleft so that my mouth was positioned right on the
other side of the fabric from where her anus was. She had a strong, borderline
unpleasant scent back there, which gave me pause, but I could also sense that
she was getting somewhat sexually aroused. It was, however, the look of smug
satisfaction on her face as she looked into the mirror, right into my eyes,
that was the most exciting aspect of the moment. This wound up being one of
the most intense erotic experiences of my life, even though I never had any
direct sexual contact with the girl Looking back I guess that this was due in
part to the emotional charge between us and the obvious self-discovery that
was going on for her during our brief but charged and concentrated time
together.

Autumn cocked her head to one side and remained silent, not speaking or
offering me much of a reaction to what I was saying.

"May I kiss your feet" ? I queried....

"sure" she replied.

For the first time since I had arrived I lost sight of Autumns face as I
placed her feet down, and liberally spread short, slow, firm but soft, and
not-too-wet kisses over the tops and sides of her feet. I find that this
gentle gesture amuses most women and puts them at ease, although some, if not
warned of such an intention ahead of time can react to it as peculiar. What I
was about to do, however, has nothing to do with ease, and can, depending on
the girl, be met with indifference or ticklish annoyance.

"May I suck your toes ?" ...

"ok" she said.

I took her right foot in my hand again and took most of her toes in my mouth,
sucking gently at first, increasing in intensity over time, running my tongue
in between her toes and at times concentrating on individual toes. Some women,
perhaps 1 in 3 or 4, derive great pleasure from this, and luckily for me,
Autumn was one of these women. She, like Persus before, actually got a bit
short of breath, and opened her mouth suddenly ... unlike with Persus, I was
in a position to see Autumns face clearly, closely and straight on, and the
look in her eyes changed suddenly as I filled my mouth with her toes ... they
became unfocused and dreamy, and all of the lines around her face all softened
at the same time, indicating a state of concurrent relaxation and stimulation.

Eventually, after I had paid the same attention to her left foot, Autumn
pulled them away and stood up.

"Lie down on your back facing this way", she indicated, not without a tinge of
authority.

Hmmm.... It appears that she had been listening to what I had to say. In
addition to having intelligence, Autumn also had empathy. JackPot !

Autumn walked over, around and then up toward the top of my body, and looked
me fleetingly in the eye as she passed ... her expression had hardened
somewhat, reflecting a resolve of purpose. She turned around facing my feet,
straddling my torso, standing straight over me midway between my belly and
chest. With hands on hips, looking forward, not at me, she said "Are you going
to be a good boy, are you going to do what I tell you to do and not give me
any trouble ?" ... "Yes!" I replied. "Good", she said as she quickly bent
down, going to both knees on either side of me outside of my arms, and lowered
her pussy to my mouth. The touch was electric ... it was as if there was an
invisible wire connecting my mouth to my dick, which twitched instantly and
without any external stimulation at the first contact of my mouth with her
pussy. She was not shaven, but her hair wasn't thickly grown either and her
genitals where clearly defined in all their female intricacy as they descended
onto my face. She didn't sit straight up, putting her weight on me, which I
would have preferred, but leaned forward and grabbed my dick, which was quite
hard by now. Her scent was intoxicating, but not overwhelming, and she was
wet, her cunt lips slipping and sliding over my skin as she wiggled herself
into a comfortable position on my face, eventually with my mouth mostly
against her vagina with her puckered asshole staring back at me down the tip
of my nose, the round, soft globes of her generous ass cheeks, outlined by the
fringe of the camisole spreading out into my peripheral vision. One advantage
of her being plump was the softness and spreading of the contact between her
crotch and my face. Perhaps the ultimate test of whether a girl is too fat
very well might be whether the folds of flesh obscure her form in such a
circumstance, which in Autumns case, they did not.

As I concentrated on stimulating her with my lips and tongue, she masturbated
me very firmly, but with an exquisite touch ... I thought desperately that I
was going to come any second and had an urge to try to brush her hands away
but Autumn demonstrated a canny sense of timing by letting go just in time,
only to resume a more gentle, teasing touch and motion even as my slurping at
her crotch was becoming more intense. I alternated rolling her outer lips
around my mouth with penetrating her pussy with my tongue with poking my nose
gently into her vagina while stimulating her clitoris by reaching my tongue
around the front of her pelvis. At some point ---- and I don't recall if this
was before she initially sat down, or if she got up in the middle of the
slurpfest and resumed her perch -- she put a pillow under my head which
allowed for more pressure on and better access to her genitals without her
having to sit up and back. As I mentioned before, I appreciate the painful
submissive thrill of an upright sitting woman bearing down on my face with
weight, but our current position had the advantage of allowing me to practice
more technique on Autumns pussy while at the same time affording her the
comfort of leaning forward, resting herself on my upper body, and also
avoiding pressure on her knees, as the futon was not very thick or firm and we
were essentially at floor level.

My partner was not completely silent, and repeatedly uttered the same few
phrases - "yeah, worship that pussy" ... "I'm gonna come all over your face"
... if I hadn't known better by her physical reactions I would have thought,
by the tone and delivery, that these were cynical, robotic recitations, devoid
of sincerity. At one point, she pitched her crotch forward and did lean back
with weight and said "WORSHIP that ASS" ! with some vehemence as she rubbed
her anus on my mouth, but that moment was brief and swiftly passed.

Autumn seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and unlike some girls, who
don't have a tolerance for long duration oral attention, she stayed on me,
rubbing herself onto my lips, nose, chin and forehead for what had to be at
least 10 minutes, and might have been quite a bit longer ... I really couldn't
tell you how long this lasted as I blissfully lost track of the definition of
intervals in what spun out into a moment outside of time, forever suspended
and preserved in my being. My mouth began to become tired less than halfway
in, my jaw starting to ache and tighten-up ... this afforded me an alternative
to the full weight sitting ... I got my submissive thrill after all, forcing
myself to disregard my discomfort and focus my efforts on providing pleasure
to Autumn. I would occasionally run my hands up and down her sides and during
the more intense moments I would reach up and gently cup and rub her breasts.
Her juices had begun to run copiously down my face not far into the session
and also not far in I had phased out into a fugue state, losing myself in her
essence and her being, merging with her from below, as we lost ourselves
individually and made the beast with one face.

Suddenly Autumn shuddered, pitched forward and moaned. She just as quickly sat
back down, this time sitting up, but more on my chest, without the direct
contact of her genitals with my face. I took the cue to switch to more
gentle-but-firm kissing of her thighs and buttocks, and gave her upper body as
tight a hug as I could given my position below her. She then stood up,
exclaiming "man I could use a cigarette". I told her to go ahead, as it
wouldn't bother me. This elicited a fast smile as she walked over to the
computer desk, pulled a ‘rett from her purse, lit-up and moved back over to
her original position on the futon. I know that some men actually have a
fetish for a smoking girl. For me it was only a neutrality.

"Did you really come ?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, why would I fake that ?"

"I don't know ... to make me feel better about the scene, stroke my ego ?"

"No, actually, I'm just lucky that way. Heh heh. Some girls are frigid, but I
have no trouble getting to orgasm. It really doesn't take that much to make me
come and I really enjoy sex." She looked over at me as I shifted over to be
nearer to her ... "so ... what would you like to do now ?"

There were mixed emotions in this last. Part challenge, part laconic,
post-coital ennui, it seemed to be borne of her usual experience with clients:
get them in, get them off, get them out, get onto the next one. Perhaps
because it was a slow night in the middle of the week, however, I felt no
sense of urgency on her part. No rush. I looked back at her for a second, by
now in a giddy state of unreleased male desire, and reveled :

"Can I kiss your feet some more ?"

"sure!"

At that point her phone rang, and I indicated by gesture and half-voiced
exclamation that I would not mind if she answered it. She got up and sat at
the computer desk. I guessed from her end of the conversation that it was the
partner in the two-girl tag-team she had offered. Apparently Autumn was giving
her directions and notes about which prospective clients she had already been
in touch with that night.

"Sorry about that".

"Don't worry about it". (Once again that submissive thrill)

You'd be surprised how exciting it can be just to relax and offer up absolute
acceptance to a woman that you are with for exactly who she is at that moment,
regardless of, expectations, be they yours, hers, those of the common culture,
or anyone else's. In the hyperexcited state I was in at that point, it was a
maximization of my delicious predicament that reflected back and added to the
growing tension within.

She lit up another cigarette and resumed her original position at the edge of
the Futon. I laid out a full 90 degrees to her, my head at the level of her
feet, my lower body stretching far off the mattress, and reached for her right
foot. She accepted the gentle guidance of my hand, extending her leg, as I
laid fully on my back and placed the sole of her foot directly over my mouth,
then dropping my hands back to my side. I was so lost in horniness that I
don't know exactly what she did with her other leg, but I'm sure that it was
something to reinforce the inherent humiliation of my position like laying her
foot across my neck or teasing my dick with it.

We stayed like that, silent except for the occasional, and looking back now, I
think deliberate exaggerated puffing and exhalation of Autumns cigarette
smoke, with her foot firmly and flatly across my mouth, for yet another
timeless infinity. On my part, it was the act of inaction which was
pleasurable. The wallowing in my desire, the acceptance of my position, the
deliberate passive indifference on my part to my impulse to throw myself on
the girl and fuck her, right then and there. It was only Autumns mischievous
and intelligent exploitation of my earlier revelations to her which broke that
spell, as eventually, she lifted her foot off of my mouth, rotated it to point
her toes up and off of the plane of my face, presenting her heel to my mouth.
She pressed the ball of her heel back to my mouth with continuous pressure -
not a sudden thrust, put a firm push, with a wiggling back and forth,
wordlessly demanding a yielding and opening of my already aching jaw.

I think that she might have lit a third cigarette, I do not recall for sure.
Not a word was spoken as she, re-creating, from a different physical position,
and leveraging what seemed 1000 times the force of desire on my part, repeated
the scenario of pedal-oral female-to-male penetration with which I had opened
my historical review. Her heel was forced deeper into my mouth, and my jaw
forced ever more open, on a slow, incremental basis. Soon my gaze was forced
inexorably upward and forward, as the pressure on my head and neck increased,
restricting any range of motion under my control. She would achieve one level
of penetration, pause, stop, and then eventually rock my whole head from
side-to-side as she forced her heel ever deeper into my mouth. The geometry of
this situation lacked the challenge to my gag reflex that the woman perched on
the bench had achieved, but this was for compensated by the enhanced
mouth-stretching effect that Autumn's plump heel had, and the resulting extra
pain in my jaw.

What happened next was an unexpected delightful little turn-about play on the
scenario of a large phallus popping out of a kneeling girls violated mouth.
Autumn very suddenly wrenched her heel from my mouth. One second I was laying
there, in a painful submissive fugue of passivity when suddenly ***PLOP**. My
cheeks, one second forced full of Autumns heel, and under quite a bit of
pressure, with no air, suddenly became vacant. This was a sound that I made
which was not of my making. A surprisingly loud, humiliating, unvoiced
exclamation which drove home the subservient, nearly non-consensual nature of
the act done solely for Autumns obvious amusement.

A look over at Autumn revealed a growing confidence, a smugness, a pleasant,
serene joy that was gathering within her. We were silent for a moment. A
silence which I broke with a proposition. I asked her if she would be willing
to try a role play. She asked me what I had in mind, and I quickly sketched
the details of a scenario to which she agreed to with an eagerness on her part
that I had not expected. This girl was full of surprises, and, as we shall
see, they were not to stop coming soon.

She got up and went into the small bedroom, and asked me to wait a moment
while she engaged in some preparation. Finally, after what seemed an eternity,
but was probably only a few minutes, she called to me that she was ready.

I swaggered into the bedroom, erection swaying from side-to-side, and found
her seated on the edge of her bed.

"How about a blowjob, bitch ?"

"Excuse me, what did you say ?"

"I SAID .... " (moving forward, toward her), "why don't you get down and suck
on my DICK !", with this I thrust my hips forward and pointed with both hands
toward my erect penis.

As soon as I got close enough, she kicked at me with her feet. She didn't, as
I had envisioned in fantasy, stand up and execute a perfect, skilled, powerful
and graceful side-kick to my solar plexus thus laying me out to her mercy, but
instead only kicked outward from the knees down, from her sitting position,
her blows landing some on my upper thigh, some in my gut. I pretended to be
stunned and doubled over which afforded her a chance to slap my face and pull
my hair, affording me, in turn, the excuse to fall to the carpet.

(standing) "You're gonna' regret that, bitch, I'm gonna stick my cock RIGHT
down your throat"

"You BASTARD ! you can't talk to me like that !"

kick! Kick!, pull ! slap ! ... we reiterated our last interaction with me
falling once again to the floor.

Finally, with her standing over me, she slapped my face hard, back and forth
several times. Then she forced her toes into my mouth and leaned back and put
her hands on her hips.

"Who's the bitch NOW ! ... huh !"

She withdrew her penetration of my mouth only to lean back down, slap me some
more, and switch feet.

"I'm going to make YOOUU .... MYYY ! bitch".

This time she leaned in, grabbed my hair, and with her face close to mine
said: "The only thing that's gonna get shoved down anyone's throat around here
is my TOES !"

The next time that she removed her foot from my mouth I exclaimed, in a
weakened and sincerely contrite voice, as I was experiencing some pain from
her abuse at this point :

"I'm sorry I said those things ! Please stop ! please !"

Now I have to give credit to Autumn here, as I had sketched out only the vague
outlines of the roleplay with some of the dialog with she had flawlessly
executed only hinted at by me. The girl, on top of everything had a creative
streak, a bit of acting talent, and was genuinely spontaneous. This was
brought home firmly by what happened next, which was completely ad-libbed, as
had been my plea for mercy.

Her visage, which had grown quite stern and wrathful, suddenly softened, but
not completely.

"So your SORRY huh ? Well how sorry ARE you ? huh ?" with this she moved over
to the bed. "I'll show you how sorry you are, your going to apologize to my
ASS !" as she turned around with her back to me, put one knee on the bed and
bent over.

I might not have mentioned, but this is a true story. It really did happen, in
every detail as I've related. It was such an intense peak experience that I
remember everything so clearly. Believe me, if this was a fantasy, her cell
phone would not have rung at that moment. But it did. This time, she left me
sitting there on the floor of the bedroom, looked down at me, raised an index
finger ("one second!") and scurried off into the next room to answer. This
time I don't think it was her friend, or if it was, the subject matter of the
call was sensitive, as she started talking in a hushed voice and retreated
further back into the kitchen at the back of the apartment. She was gone for
perhaps 90 seconds to 3 minutes.

When she came back, she offered no apology, and she didn't miss a beat from
where we had left off. She entered the room, turned around at the edge of the
bed, one knee on the mattress, the other leg straight down, extended her right
arm back and pointed down with her right pointer.

"Get over here and KISS my ASS !"

Oh boy, I had thought she would never ask !!! J

I crawled over and got on my knees. The height of the bed was such that the
top of my forehead was just about level with the upper middle of her ass
cheeks. She didn't use her hands to spread them, but somehow bent her waist
and arched her back in such a way that they were spread wide and I was
confronted with her puckered anus staring straight back at me.

I placed my hands lightly on the sides of her ass in a touch and gesture that
was respectfully deferent rather than aggressively prying and got in close. As
I said, she was not a small girl, and we had been engaging in some mildly
strenuous activity up until that point, so she had perspired a bit. She had,
as many people do, one or two pimples sprinkled throughout, and her aroma was
strong.

After a few pecks on each ass cheek and a nuzzling of her inner thigh I
brought my lips in and puckered them in a firm, static kiss on her asshole
which lasted for yet another eternity. Her flesh was soft, and she was a big
enough girl such that the stretching and tension on her ass was not all that
pronounced: the tissue around her asshole was exposed, yet relaxed rather than
pulled taught. The taste was bitter, and the smell was slightly repulsive, but
there is not another place in the world that I would have rather been and if I
was given the chance to relive one moment in my life that one would rank very
high up on the list of choices.

Autumn reacted to the touch with a sudden intake of breath followed by a quiet
groan. I progressed to moving my tongue back and forth, front-side/back-side,
over her anus, repeatedly, with short interludes of nuzzling her ass cheeks.
My jaws were KILLING me, but I could tell that Autumn was enjoying herself.
The roleplayed-beat-down, while somewhat painful, had been restrained, and
even though I had asked for it, and it had lacked any convincing skill, the
delivery had put me into a state of frightened submission to Autumn. As such I
dared not stop licking her asshole until it was clear that she wanted me to
stop, regardless of the considerable discomfort I was in due to the pain in my
jaw, the strain on my neck, and the uncomfortable rough carpet on my knees.

Autumn exclaimed, in a guttural whisper that was like a cat in heat:

"Man ... you've got SKILLS ! ... I'm gonna have to tell my girlfriends about
YOU."

Looking back, I was not as relaxed as I would have been had I realized just
what a beautiful memory I was making at the time. I was in discomfort, the
smell of her pussy was driving me nuts but the smell of her ass and her sweat
was, at the same time, causing me mild revulsion, and I of course also was
worrying about the diseases that I might be exposing myself to. With all of
that, I was so completely and utterly under the spell of my balls that there
was no way that I could bring myself to stop.

The signal to stop, finally came, as god herself so rightfully intends at such
moments, from Autumn. My technique did not include penetration of Autumn's ass
with my tongue, as that is a matter of taste on the lady's part, and she made
no indication that she wanted it. But I could feel her responding with great
sensitivity as at one point, I gradually hardened my tongue and increased the
insistence of its sweep, making primary contact with a stiffened edge of the
tongue rather than the softer, pliant flat. During those last few moments, it
actually seemed as though her asshole opened itself up to me, and rather than
penetrating her, her colon was pushing itself out, presenting itself to me for
stimulation. Suddenly, her anus and her pussy both started noticeably
contracting, she pitched forward, pulling herself away from my mouth, and she
groaned intensely, loudly and long. I planted a few final submissive kisses on
the outside of her cheeks and then leaned back onto my heels to let her
collect herself. She slowly turned around, scooted over to the edge of the bed
where I was and looked down at me with a satisfied smile.

I paid her a well-deserved compliment: "Wow, you were good at that role-play,
you really got into it and caught the moment".

"Yeah, well I have some pent-up anger."

"Glad I could help" I said with a smile. (or should we say, a shit-eating grin
?)

We moved from there listlessly back into the living room, and Autumn repeated
her question about how we should spend our immediate time. I asked her if
she'd ever had an orgasm while standing to which she replied she had not. Now
I know that it is in the best interest of a provider to convince a client that
she is having a good time, but I've also noticed that not all bother with any
pretense that they are, and, as I mentioned, I do have, from my past, metrics
of behavior against which to gauge Autumn's orgiastic exclamations. My guess
was, despite the better instincts of my bullshit meter, that she really was
having a good time and that I was not deluding myself into believing that she
found my touch pleasurable.

In any event, I went down on her from a crouch between her legs while she
stood straight, but I could tell that at that point she was getting a bit
tired, and perhaps a bit over-stimulated, so the results were not nearly as
spectacular as our earlier escapades ... perhaps if she had some time to
recharge. Looking back now I should have offered her a Swedish or even an
attempted deep-tissue back massage at that point instead.

After that I was on the ground, literally shaking with desire at that point.
Cold, with an aching jaw, strained neck and a pair of very very heavy balls.

Autumn broke the silence abruptly. "I'll fuck you in the ass for another
$100".

I detest up-selling, and the venality of the request for more money was just
so not in tune with the rest of the experience ... but it was just too
tempting, so instead of declining I just negotiated a lower price.

You see, earlier on, I had also related to Autumn the story of another NY Dom
that I had seen years ago. Natalie. .... wow .... what to say about Natalie ?
She is actually still in business as far as I know. A very talented, very
sweet, pretty, and hot-bodied girl, Natalie is probably the only provider that
I've ever met that ever caused me to wonder about the choices I've made in my
life in that I wished that I'd met a woman just like her to settle down with.
Any girl that I've engaged in Dom/Sub play with since has been held up to her
standard in my mind, and few have come even close. I remember the last time
that I saw her, probably in 2001, and how at the end of the session, out in
the hallway as I was dressed and leaving, she had unexpectedly leaned in and
hugged me ... and how I had impertinently, slapped and grabbed her
leather-skirt-clad, oh-so-sweet ass J.

In any event, I'd related the story to Autumn briefly, which I won't recount
in much detail here, about how Natalie, after she had put me in bondage, used
to tie my genitals in a bow using pastel ribbons, and how Natalie's
penetration of my ass had so skillfully stimulated my prostrate ... "Wow ! I
could COME like that !" .... (to which Natalie, in a taunting, near falsetto
sing-song, had replied) "... Not, With-out. Per-MISS-ion !".

So Autumn indicated that she had only one condom and just checked that I
wasn't going to want straight sex at some point before she used it up on my
ass. I told her that a hand-job to finish me off was fine, and offered to
clean myself up beforehand. She thought this a good idea, and when I returned
from her bathroom, she had me get on all fours and had at it with her fingers.

Autumn was not nearly as skilled as Natalie, and an alternative set of
robotic-sounding recitations accompanied the act, but there is nothing like a
good ass-pounding to put you in a state of total relaxation later. I know that
there is a theory that male submissives are closet homosexual's, but I'm
sorry, while getting fucked up the ass is definitely an acquired taste, I
don't think that who you are attracted to is a learned behavior. My guess is
that you are born the way you are, and that EVERYONE on the planet, if
properly introduced to the luxury of a good ass pounding, would seek one out
from time to time, and the world would be a better place for it. You see, I
don't think that men smell very good, and I am genuinely repulsed when I think
of the idea of physical intimacy with a man. So I can just hear you shouting
back to me right now that I doth protest too much, and cite Autumn's having
snowed me on the idea that I was some kind of great lover with her fake moans.
I counter with that powerful idea from Eastern philosophy that everything
creates its' own opposite, and thereby contains the seed of same within
itself.

Every man has a woman within that peeks out from time-to-time, and penis-envy,
while no-doubt resisted and detested by every female undergraduate studying
the subject, is actually an established dogma of the science of psychology. It
is not I, but those students, lost in a swoon of seemingly sourceless rage,
and cradled within the politically correct womb of the system of American
higher-education who doth protest too much J I will always be eternally
grateful to Natalie. While she was not the first girl to probe my ass, it was
only after I met her that I came to crave this.

After Autumn decided that we where done with her anal invasion of me, I was
REALLY in a bad way, and asked her to finish me off. She did so gracefully and
skillfully, while sitting again once more on my face and using her hands.
While I started that activity off passively, I was surprised how she
responded, after all that we had done, to some licking during the process, and
she stayed on my face for a short time after I had come.

I wish that she had stayed up there all night, forcing me to resign from the
natural post-ejaculation desire to stand ... I wish that she had sat back down
on my face and stayed there until I got rock hard again without her even
having to even LOOK at my dick much less having to blow air on it.

Thus goes the desire of a man in total and abject love with the very notion of
womanhood, from the core of his sole.