This wasn't my idea, and I made sure to tell you that before my mouth was cut off by the feminine bulge of your vulva. After that, all I could do was adjust the weight of your leg across my wide shoulders and glare at you with heavy brown eyes that showed my hidden satisfaction. I never claimed to enjoy eating you out, but we both knew that it was my favorite thing to do. Vocally I groaned whenever you suggested it, but if you hooked one leg around my head and tugged my face into your eager cunt I always obliged you. I grumbled displeasure between your thighs, but that was only a thinly veiled ploy to make my lips vibrate and rumble against your engorged clit. I just loved that excited tensing of your body when I did that; I couldn't help myself, though I did try.

So here we were, holiday season and you were horny. By obvious association, I was then horny myself, but it wasn't exactly the time for that I claimed. We were supposed to visit some friends for the holiday and instead your nice dress was all bundled up high on your hips and one heel dangled in the air behind my built frame that was knelt before you by the weight of your sexuality. A womanly musk was all I could smell, and the slick thick juices of your desire all I felt felt, as if they were running down my chin while I kissed, and sucked, and made out with your sex. Muffled slurps and other lewd sounds of desire emanated from below your waist as you settled into a slouch on our couch and enjoyed yourself in the glow of the Christmas lights.

My muscled torso was also yours to enjoy. I had been changing my shirt to something warmer when desire must have found you. Perhaps I even caused it, I thought, when I stripped in front of you like that. But whatever the reason, just before we were ready to leave you tugged me down and ground your trimmed, meaty pussy into my mouth until I assented and gave you the tongue lashing we both desired, but I would always deny. Of course that was because you weren't my girlfriend; she was supposed to meet us at the party. You were just my roommate, and damn did you ever make yourself at home, including guiding my head down between your legs as I pretended I didn't want to extend my lascivious licking to even your asshole. There too I ran my tongue and my full lips. I sucked and pulled your pucker and ate of your sweat and it made me hard. I rarely admitted that though, but the shape in my pants was obvious. Only you weren’t mine, and I wasn’t yours, at least that was what it was supposed to be. I tried to be loyal. I didn't want to fuck you like I didn't want to eat you out. I would refuse to do it, but I did that until you pushed your crotch into my face as well and look where I was now? None of this was my idea, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to do it, and gladly so.

So hopefully you like being eaten out because I sure love doing it! The way I see this going is a series of scenes, one not necessarily following the other. Each would be a different situation where I end up between your legs sucking your cunt, or maybe fucking one of your holes. Each time I would try to turn you down, but as soon as you crawled atop me my desire for your body is just too much. I give in, and I give you my tongue or my cock with gusto. So obviously this is a bit femdom, but I don’t really classify as a submissive; I’m more of a switch. Therefore don’t expect me to whimper and call you mistress, just expect me to get off from sometimes having my face sat on, and if it’s your thing I may even turn the tables on you in a few scenarios. That’s up for discussion! So is the cheating element here, but everyone likes something taboo, right? If that’s not your cup of tea then we can try another. Maybe we’re siblings, complete strangers? I’m happy to hear ideas just like I’m happy to taste you (which is quite a lot)!