She was one of the regular posters on a prominent subreddit. One of the ones where beautiful young women showcase their substantial asses. I'd written one of my usual lewd comments on her picture, to which she replied, and I thought hey, I'm gonna shoot her a message.

To my surprise she replied there, too. The gist of it was basically me asking how often she had her ass eaten, and she said she'd never tried it. I didn't believe her, but offered my services, such as they are. A bit of back and forth later, we realized we weren't actually living too far from each other. I sent a selfie to show what I looked like, and said that I'd pay for a nice hotel somewhere on neutral grounds if she'd want to meet up. Again, to my surprise, she agreed.

The day arrived, I drove the 100-something miles and checked into the hotel. Once I'd sent her the room number I went to prepare, which meant putting the nice bottle of champagne I'd brought on ice, lighting a few candles, putting on some relaxing music, and then settling down to wait. I expected her to blow me off, but at least then I'd have a nice bottle and a room with a view all to myself.

Some twenty minutes of doomscrolling later, there was a knock at the door. Pulse racing, I opened it to the sight of a goddess standing there with an overnight bag and a wry smile on her full lips. A cloud of subtle perfume flooded my senses, and my cock twitched involuntarily. I'm not going to go into details with her looks, to preserve some anonymity, but suffice it to say she was the epitome of beauty, and dressed as she were in form-hugging clothes, very little was left to the imagination. We hugged, I showed her in, opened the Gonet-Medeville (the selection of which elicited a nod of approval from her) and poured two glasses. We toasted, talked a short while, and then she went to the bathroom to prepare, flashing me an evil smile as she passed me.

The deal was that I'd strip to my boxers, lay flat on the bed, and let her control everything. I was not to touch without consent, and until agreed otherwise, she would sit on my face and try to get off as much as possible while I ate her ass. I was looking forward to the challenge, but as the bathroom door opened and she walked out wearing designer lingerie, I audibly gasped from my vantage point on the sheets. Keeping my hands off of her would be difficult.

With the grace of a cat she slowly sauntered over to stand towering over me. One hand held a half-empty champagne glass, the other her phone and what looked like a vibrator. "You ready?" she smirked.

"Are you?" I replied with a smile, and then, ever so slowly, she turned around, bringing my price for the day into full view. She wore dark blue panties that tapered as they met her buttocks, and then completely disappeared between globes of flesh so big, round and firm I swear I hear a choir of angels somewhere in the distance. It is pretty much the most perfect ass I've ever seen, and seeing it live was intoxicating. Her perfect skin glistened in the light, and it was obvious she had applied a generous amount of oil. The air suddenly smelled of sandalwood with a hint of vanilla. Slowly, glacially slow, she lowered herself inch by inch, swaying like a cobra. I was transfixed by the sight, but kept still, my hands firmly placed palms-up on the mattress next to my head.

Finally, touchdown. A square inch of skin made contact between her cheeks and mine, then she lifted off again. Then down a little further. I felt my face slowly getting slicker with the oil, and over the course of minutes, she worked herself down further. Knowing what was coming, I breathed deeply. Both to get as much oxygen as possible in my blood, but also to take in her scent. It wasn't long before my entire face had disappeared completely, but still there was little weight to be felt. Finally, she sat all the way down, pressing herself into me, and I groaned with pleasure. The darkness was all-encompassing, and I relished it.

Somewhere above, she sipped from her glass, swallowed and sighed. "This feels good. But I've been waiting for this all day. I hope you can deliver," she breathed, and then she got up. I was about to say something like "of course", but as she started to peel off her panties, slowly pulling them out of her crack, I lost all vocabulary. With the skimpy clothing out of the way, she sat back down, positioning herself perfectly. Skin squelched against skin, and the pressure increased until her asshole was pressed against my waiting lips. I stuck out my tongue, and only had time to make contact when she whooped and jumped off me with a laugh.

"That tickles!" she giggled. "Sorry. Let's try again," and I breathed in deep as she lowered herself. This time, the touch of my tongue just made her jolt and pucker up tightly, but she stayed in place. Ever so slowly I started licking around the rim, concentrating on going in circles and making the sensation feel less foreign to her. Soon I felt her relax, and her sphincter slowly opened to me. I continued, slowly getting closer to the center, and starting to press the tip of my tongue up inside her. Her breathing was already becoming deeper, and I heard the telltale humming of a vibrator being turned on. She slowly started rocking on my face, my nose digging into her perinium and getting slick with her juices, and my tongue started probing the inside of her ass.

"Oh my god, that feels so good! You... you weren't lying," I remember her saying as she worked herself up, and I desperately snuck what breaths I could as her motions became faster. My mission was clear, though: I was gonna make her cum on my face if it killed me, and not long after, I got my first reward: her breath became shallower and erratic, her legs started to shake, and the weight upon my face suddenly increased, cutting off my air supply completely mid-breath. I frantically stuck my tongue as deep in her as I could get it to help her over the cresting wave, and as my lungs started burning and my body started to complain, the orgasm finally abated, and she leaned forward a bit so I could sneak some much needed breaths. I kept my tongue working inside her.

Eventually, she got up slightly and moved back to sit on my upper chest, my face all but squished by her thighs. To call the view beautiful would be an understatement, her flushed face beaming down at me, heavy chest heaving with her breaths, small pink nipples standing at attention, and a toned abdomen more than hinting at hours spent doing situps.

"Okay, that was great," she purred.

"What, you're not done yet, are you?" I managed, my chin almost blocked from moving.

"I'm not?"

"You're staying on my face until you squirt all over it. Please," I added with a mock-serious voice.

"Well, alright, if you insist," she said, and not waiting for an answer, she scooted forward again. My face slotted into her ass like it was designed for it, and I heard her sigh deeply as my tongue eagerly snaked up into her again, hungry for more.

"Wait a second," she said, and I laid perfectly still as I heard her take a long sip from the champagne. "Alright, I'm good. You can touch me if you want to."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slowly, gingerly, reached up from the darkness and made contact with skin so smooth it might as well have been sculpted from marble. Tracing my hands around her torso, I felt her rock-hard abs shift as she started rocking herself to another orgasm, I reached back to grab her enormous ass, kneading it in my hands and not quite believing it was really on MY face, and then, I traced her contours to her breasts, cupping each before slowly increasing my pressure. I let go, then started playing with her nipples, gently at first, and then slowly pinching them harder, twisting, flicking, tickling. I was in heaven in more ways than one.

Her road to the second orgasm was considerably shorter than the first. This time, she kept her place, and we continued our mission. The third came quicker than the second, and from there, she had lots of small peaks and a few major ones. At one point I had been buried completely under her for so long that I felt I was going to pass out, so, reaching up, I gently pushed her torso back. She caught on quickly and laid back, sprawled across me, which freed up my nose to breathe while still keeping my tongue inside her. My entire field of vision was dominated by her pink, glistening wet pussy with its tiny landing strip of hair, and the purple vibrator dancing on her clit. It wasn't a bad view by any means. This continued for a while, until I'd had enough air to continue, and motioned her to get back up. Once again, I was plunged into delicious darkness.

It was time to take it up another gear, I thought. I held up a hand in front of her, held up my index- and middle-finger together, and motioned between her legs. She caught on quickly, and the next second, her knuckles scraped lightly across my forehead as she inserted two fingers into herself. "Ooooh, shit," she moaned, and I knew we were getting somewhere. With her fingers inside her, the vibrator on her clit, and my tongue all the way up her ass, it wasn't long before her breaths became erratic again. But this time it was different. The buildup was longer. I thought I saw where it was going, so I took my last lungful of air, then grabbed her hips to pull her fully down onto me. Half my head was now buried inside her ass, I imagined, and I was able to push my tongue even further inside her. The weight increased, as I think she lifted her legs slightly, and then she started making cute little sounds. Staccato "oh"'s that came rhythmically, almost to a beat – this went on for maybe ten seconds, and then suddenly the pitch of her voice went almost impossibly high. Her legs and hands started shaking, so I did my best to reach up and ensure that her fingers were still moving, and that the vibrator was still on target. Her asshole pulsed around my tongue, almost pushing me out, and then an explosion happened.

She came on my face with the force of a fire hydrant, lifting slightly off me as her midriff contracted in reaction to what I can only assume was akin to an atomic bomb going off in her skull. Warm liquid exploded on my face, pushing into my nostrils, and I could suddenly taste her in a new and different way. I did my best to support her, so she wouldn't fall either forwards or backwards, but between the violent contractions, my rapidly depleting oxygen, and the pint of fluid being forced into my nose, it was all I could do to stay alive. I managed to remain conscious until she suddenly roared and rolled sideways off of me, barely missing the edge of the bed. As I tried opening my eyes I found them layered with her cum, and blinked the worst away. She was on her knees next to the bed, her upper body on the mattress, her eyes wide, and her mouth forming something between a smile and an incredulous "o" as she fought to regain composure. Her breaths were deep and almost panicked, though I knew what she was feeling right now was far from panic.

I laid completely still. Reached out with one hand and lightly grabbed her shoulder, steadying her. Reached up with the other to wipe my eyes so I could see properly. We stayed like that a short while until she started laughing.

"Alright, I admit it. That was better than good," she breathed through a beaming smile. "Now, I think it's your turn."

"That wasn't part of the deal. You don't have to d-" I started, but she cut me off.

"Yeah, I know. I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further," she said, her voice dropping half an octave at the last bit.

"Did you just fucking quote Star Wars at me?!"

"I'm full of surprises. Here's another one," she said, and immediately a slender hand with the softest fingers imaginable had snuck into my boxers and grabbed hold of my achingly hard dick. By some feat of black magic I felt her other hand roll a condom onto me, which took a lot less time than it took my brain to process the sensory input. I think I managed a grunt, but that was it. And then, seconds later, she was on top of me, guiding me into her. She was incredibly warm, incredibly tight, and still gushing wet. Condom or not, after having basically lived out a fantasy for the better part of an hour, I wasn't going to last long, and I told her as much.

"Neither am I. Shut up and fuck me," she growled, and then started riding me. The sight of her sitting on top of me, arching her back slightly to thrust her fantastic tits to the heavens, looking down at me with that wry smile and biting her lip, is forever seared into my memory. I matched her rhythm and started thrusting up, and actually managed to last longer than I had thought, but as she suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my throat, her breasts jumping right in front of my face, every inch of self control went out the window. I didn't even have time to warn her before my world blacked out momentarily, but judging from the sounds she made above me, she hadn't been far behind anyway. I felt myself empty my balls into the condom, trying to roar my pleasure out but failing to get much sound around her chokehold. She, meanwhile, screamed bloody murder in my face as I felt her pussy contract around me, again and again. Then we collapsed.

Laying on top of me, my cock still twitching inside her (which elicited a giggle or two from her as she felt it move), we came down together. Later still I went to fetch the rest of the champagne, and wondered if I should order a bottle from room service. My guest was here for the night, she assured me, and what a night it was.