Another Day At The Office

You can't say I ate her asshole. I didn't.  I licked it. There's a
difference.

If I stuck my tongue up her ass, you know, and slid it all the way in,
then you could say I ATE it. Ate her asshole. Or if I put my lips
around it--- her asshole--- and sucked it out like a vacuum, then you
could say I ate it. But all I use is the tip of it--- my tongue---
just enough to massage the edge of her rim. If you get it nice and wet
that's all you need.

I know from her moan when I get it just right and she moves with the
motion of the swirls. I can tell by her smell. Her wetness. Her pussy
drips all over the place. In puddles on the floor.
 
Did I like it? Being forced to kneel? Being her Bitch? No. But what
can I do? She's the boss's niece. Just a snot-nose college kid. She
could ruin things for me. Kill my promotion. Kill my career.

At least she's respectful. Let's me wipe her out with a wash cloth
before I chow down--- I mean lick. It's really quite a chance to grow
mentally. Once the initial humiliation wears off.

It's good training for life in general. Teaching yourself to lick ass
just right. Which seems disgusting--- but you find yourself
consciously trying to improve your skill. Trying to become the best
possible ass-licker you can be. And you find yourself bonding with the
asshole and the owner of the asshole. YOUR owner really. And wanting
to please her.

Not just wanting to do a good job to not piss her off, but really
wanting to good job for HER. For her own sake. Because it feels right
somehow. You take personal pride in her satisfaction. In orally
tending her ass. It takes a certain level of competence to get it
right and you feel good about it.

It keeps you mentally sharp, too, focused. Believe me, when you've got
your tongue up some young chick's ass and she puts the squeeze on
it--- tenses up just a little from the tickle of your tongue up her
ass--- you know you're alive. You're not daydreaming that's for sure.

What? Oh. Okay, I guess you got me. I DO eat her ass, alright? Maybe
that's why I don't have an appetite, okay? Maybe you should quit
fixing me dinner until the end of the summer. That's when her
internship ends.

Thanks, Hon. By the way, how was YOUR day?