Title: A Taste of Suzanne
Suzanne's this at work I know. She's a 25 year with a
very pretty face, beautiful smile and a knockout body. A perfect
hourglass figure: tiny waist, generous but perky and a wonderful
petite ass with just the right amount of flair to her hips. Overall she
looks delicious; I've been aching to get to know her more intimately for
ages, but we've never been more than good friends.
I'm working late one night. I think nobody else is still around, but
then I notice a light on over in Suzanne's office. I wander round for a
chat and a chance to covertly ogle her (the term sweater-meat
was made for these). I get a real treat: Suzanne's on all fours under
her desk, her back towards me. She's wearing a fairly short top, and its
ridden up exposing a nice expanse of bare back (even her back is cute).
As usual, she's wearing a tight pair of blue jeans which are currently
stretched over her taught buttocks. As she moves forward her ass cheeks
are pulled even further apart until I fancy I can see every detail of
her crack through the stretched material. My cock hardens.
She finally notices me standing there and hurriedly gets to her feet.
Her face is flushed (perhaps because the blood's rushed to her head or
maybe she's aware of the show she's just given and is embarrassed).
"I was just fixing my ethernet connection", she explains. Trying to look
nonchalant, she yawns and stretches, a habit she has that has quite an
affect on me (I don't think she even realizes she does it most of the
time). Basically (as usual), her top rides up again as she lifts her
arms, exposing her belly. Believe me, this is a sight worth seeing: she
has a wonderful flat tummy, and the cutest little belly button. A
glimpse is usually enough to disrupt the rest of my work day and coupled
with her recent display of ass I know what I'm going to be masturbating
I must have stared a fraction too long; she drops her hands suddenly to
her sides (I can't help but notice the little jiggle in her as
she does this). She says nothing, but I think she blushes a little
deeper and she stares at me with a faintly accusing look; I've been
caught in the act. A little defensively, I say, "Well, I could hardly
help but notice, and you do have an extremely pretty tummy. If you don't
want me to admire it, you shouldn't display it so often".
"Even so, you shouldn't stare". She's trying to sound angry, but I think
that really she's pleased by the compliment. I decide to push my luck a
little. "I really envy your boyfriend, what I wouldn't give to get a
chance to kiss that little belly button of yours". She definitely
flushes now. "Oh, he uh, never does anything like that. Not that it's
any of your business". Now it's her turn to end on a defensive note.
I'm intrigued and genuinely puzzled. "What? He has the opportunity and
doesn't take it? What's wrong with him? Or don't you want him to?". I
can see Suzanne's really embarrassed at the turn this conversation's
taken. So I'm surprised that she answers at all.
"No, he just doesn't do that sort of thing. He's more of a, well, sort
of a hands on guy". The last little bit is rushed out, I don't think
she's used to talking about her sex life (certainly not with me). I get
even bolder. "What, he doesn't even...". I leave the sentence
unfinished, but nod towards her crotch (which, I should mention, is
prominently displayed through her tight jeans. I find it hard not to
think of her vulva neatly and pushed apart by the wide seam).
"He doesn't need to, the other stuff is pretty good. I'm sure I'm not
missing all that much". She seems defensive again, but I'm encouraged by
the fact she's still talking to me, so I go in for the kill. "Don't tell
me that's nobody's ever gone down on you before. You have to be joking".
"Well no, but that isn't all that unusual, is it?". She sounds uncertain
though. "You don't know what you're missing", I tell her. "It seems like
such a shame for a beautiful women like yourself to be missing out
on so much pleasure. I could just eat you up where you stand".
Suzanne says nothing, just stares at me. I notice her pupils have
dilated, and her breathing is heavy (as evidenced by the slow rise and
fall of her shapely breasts). I can barely believe it, I seem to have
succeeded in arousing her. I press on quickly.
"I tell you what, why don't I show you? Your boyfriend doesn't have to
know. Come on, it'll be fun". This is it, my big moment. I've just about
played all my cards, will it be enough? Suzanne remains quiet, her face
heavily flushed, looking as embarrassed as hell. Everything's moving too
quickly for her. But she hasn't said no immediately, so the idea must
intrigue her at least a little. I decide to give her a little
encouragement before she has time for too many doubts.
"Look, just give me five minutes. I'll just use my hands and tongue, you
don't have to do anything. I'll stop if you ask me to and I won't do
anything that doesn't give you pleasure. What have you possibly got to
lose? You'll enjoy it, I'll enjoy it and nobody is hurt. No need to say
anything, just nod if you want me to".
She looks at me for a second or two more, then nods, shyly and almost
imperceptibly. I think she's ashamed and excited all at the same time.
"What do you want me to do?" she asks, her voice low, barely audible. I
step into her office (I've been standing at the threshold up till now),
close the door and adjust the blinds so that no one can see in (not
that's anyone's around anyway). "Just stand there to begin with. Let me
do the work".
My heart is beating so fast I think it's going to explode. My cock is a
rigid pole inside my jeans. Suzanne has finally noticed the bulge and
openly stares at it. Only fair after my similar treatment of her body I
suppose. She raises her head again and looks straight into my eyes. Hers
are a beautiful mixture of green and brown, and seem very large at the
moment. She opens her lips slightly, they look moist and inviting. I
have an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but I'm not sure she'd be
expecting that and I don't want to scare her off at this stage. Not
having come this close.
I step up close to her and take a deep breath. Suzanne doesn't wear any
perfume, but she doesn't need to. She smells wonderful, especially now
she's excited. Despite the lure of her breasts, I decide to concentrate
on the task in hand. Time for other pleasures later, if I impress
With trembling hands I reach for her jeans. I can't resist running one
hand round the back and lightly cupping a buttock. Suzanne flinches ever
so slightly, but doesn't pull away. Encouraged, I slip down the zip of
her jeans. I can see the top of a pair of white exposed. That
sight alone is almost enough to make me there and then. Using both
hands, I proceed to tug at her jeans. They don't come off easily, they
are tight fitting, after all. Once they are bunched around her ankles,
Suzanne lifts each leg, slips her shoes off and frees herself
I kneel before her crotch and examine her from a distance of a
few inches. They are deliciously skimpy, revealing much more than they
hide. Around her pubic region they've worked themselves into the folds
of her vulva. The cottony fabric is now darkened with her juices as her
excitement shows itself.
Slowly -- I want to remember this moment -- I peel the from her,
exposing an inch of flesh at a time. Suzanne remains very still, though
I can clearly hear her ragged breathing. I glance up; her eyes are
closed, and she looks to be poised in anticipation. Finally, I succeed
in revealing the full glory of her womanhood. Quickly, I pull the
panties down her legs and Suzanne shrugs them from her feet. Now I can
admire her without distraction.
Suzanne keeps her pubic hair well groomed; there's a thin, neatly shaved
vertical strip that just covers her vaginal slit. Through this the thin,
slightly crinkled lips of her outer labia show clearly, glistening
slightly. The hood of flesh at the top of her just covers the nub
of her clitoris, and I fancy I can see it throb every so gently.
I place a hand on each hip (God, her skin feels so good) and position
myself for her pleasuring. I decide to prolong the anticipation somewhat
and start with the initial object of my desires. A spasm goes through
Suzanne's body as my tongue makes contact with the skin of her belly. I
draw a tight little circle of saliva around her belly button, my tongue
gliding effortlessly over her firm flesh. I gently probe into the
pit of her belly button, consumed with pleasure, barely able to believe
her velvety texture or the fact that she's letting me do this at all.
Suzanne is not complaining. Her breathing is slow and heavy, her eyes
closed and her hands resting on my shoulders. I move my right hand from
her waist and caress the outside of her thigh and her ass cheek.
I end my detailed exploration of her belly button and begin to draw my
tongue down towards my eventual goal, tracing several lazy loops on her
flesh as I go. Suzanne's breathing quickens. I pull back slightly,
removing my tongue from her skin. Suzanne's breathing falters and her
hands grip my shoulders. But she needn't worry, I just want to bring my
other tools to bear. Using the index finger of my right hand and a light
touch, I trace the lips of her outer labia. I give the hood of flesh
over her clitoris a slight nudge and Suzanne's body stiffens in
Lightly gripping the lips of her vulva with the fingers of both hands, I
part her sex and look upon the delights within. The moist pink flesh of
her inner labia are coated in the juices of her arousal, begging me to
lick her clean. I can't believe her boyfriend wouldn't want to eat this
most inviting of cunts. I breathe deeply, savoring the sweet aroma and,
keeping her spread open with the fingers of one hand, trace my index
finger round her inner moistness. Suzanne's breathing is fast and hard,
a concentrated look on her face as I remove my finger and suck it into
my mouth. Her fluids taste just as good as I'd hoped; and sweet, a
tangy promise of what is to come.
I look once more into the depths of her womanness and then up at her
rapt features. "You have a beautiful pussy, I'm going to enjoy eating
it". A brief nod is my only reply.
I move forward once again and, while spreading her open with my left
hand, move the tip of my tongue into her. It is exquisite; the smell of
her in my nose, the taste and texture of her moist womanhood on my
tongue, the feel of her taught skin as I caress her ass with my free
hand. I run my tongue round the inside of her outer labia, collecting
the excess juice and greedily swallowing it. I venture a couple of quick
darts of my tongue into her vaginal passage. Even to my tongue it feels
tight, though slippery with juice and invitingly warm. Suzanne's hips
begin a subtle rocking motion, encouraging my exploration of her pussy.
Time becomes meaningless, I'm lost in a world of Suzanne; probing her
most tender depths and receiving her fragrant nectar in reward. The
motion of her hips begins to take on more urgency as I continuously
repeat the cycle of tonguing her and lapping up the resulting
I decide to move the intensity up a notch; I want her first orgasm to
blow her mind. So I ever so gently probe the flesh at the top of her
pussy, popping her clitoris into view. It is gorged with blood and
fairly large (from my experience), and I just know it's going to be
highly sensitive, so I move slowly. Suzanne knows what's coming and is
holding herself very still. As I lightly touch the tip of my tongue to
her clit a low moan escapes her and she moves her hands to the back of
my head, gently encouraging me to proceed. Thus assured, I probe again,
more strongly this time. Suzanne's hips give a little wiggle, and I take
this as a sign to start playing with her clit. I alternate circling the
head with my tongue with popping it in my mouth and gently sucking.
Occasionally I dart my tongue down and clean her tight little cunt.
Suzanne's breathing has quickened again, the motions of her hips coming
in short stabs as she pleasures herself on my tongue. She stumbles
backwards a step, pulling me with her by my head, so she can rest her
ass against the edge of her desk. I intensify my probing, determined to
give her as much pleasure as she can take. I move my right hand from its
exploration of Suzanne's ass cheek and position it beneath her cunt. I
rub my index finger back and forth along the sensitive skin stretched
between her ass and pussy, receiving moans of encouragement as reward. I
circle her asshole a few times then press the tip of my finger firmly
inwards. I'm not sure that Suzanne knows what to make of this, but she's
too carried away by the action of my tongue in her twat to really care.
Her asshole refuses to yield for a second, but quickly her sphincter
loses the battle and my finger plunges into her anus up to the first
joint. Suzanne's ass is very tight (I doubt she has been fucked up
there), but my finger is slim and persistent. Over the course of the
next couple of minutes, as I lap her and tease her clit, I slowly
work my finger in up to the knuckle. As I begin to slowly fuck her ass
with my finger, Suzanne alters the rhythm of her hips to accommodate. I
think I've won her over to the idea of anal sex play. I'm so wrapped up
in the intimacy of my contact with Suzanne's most private places, places
that no has touched with his tongue before, that I know I won't rest
tonight until I have tasted her ass. The thought of pushing my tongue
through that tight little ring of muscle into the depths of her anal
tract fills me with desire; I am totally consumed by my need to be one
with Suzanne. To violate her most completely.
Suzanne's motions are almost violent in their intensity now. Her back
arched, she pushes her into my face and makes small rotating
motions with her hips as if unsatisfied with how quickly I move my
tongue within her cunt. Her face and legs are covered in a fine sheen of
sweat, the smell of her sex fills the room.
I feel she is nearing orgasm, so I begin a constant assault on her clit
with my tongue, while at the same time furiously pounding into her ass
with my finger. Her back arches one last time, her whole body shudders
and my finger is almost pushed out of her ass as her muscles contract.
There is a small pause then another, milder, shockwave. This continues
for about a minute as Suzanne slowly comes down from her orgasm. I keep
up my tonguing throughout, but more gently, slowly bringing her down
from the peaks of pleasure. Once she has finished I pop my finger from
her ass and make a last pass with my tongue. I gently probe and clean
her crevices and inner thighs, where some of her juices managed to
escape my earlier ministrations.
I stand up and place my arms around her. She opens her eyes and looks
deeply into mine. "Thank you", she whispers. I use one hand to brush a
stray wisp of hair from her face. "No, thank you" I say as I lean in to
kiss her. Her mouth opens to accept my tongue and a hot, hard little
spear of flesh enters mine, eagerly exploring me. I wonder whether she
is enjoying the taste of herself in my mouth.
As we stand there exploring each other's mouths, I run a hand up
underneath her top and cup a breast. Her tit feels warm and heavy in my
hand as I caress it through the fabric of her bra. On cue, Suzanne
reaches up behind her back to undo the clasps. I pull her top over her
head and at last I can see her in their natural state. She
really doesn't need a bra, her stand proud without any support; her
nipples erect and standing to attention. Suzanne's are medium
sized, but they look large against her narrow frame. I gently stroke my
hands over her silky skin, paying special attention to the sensitive
skin around her nipples.
"Please suck my nipples, I really like that", Suzanne asks. "On one
condition", I reply. Suzanne looks puzzled. "I want to eat your pretty
little ass", I say with a grin. Suzanne smiles and nods.
Bending my neck, I suck a nipple into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around
the rough flesh, feeling it harden still more in response. I alternate
this with gentle sucking. Meanwhile, I use one of my hands to play with
Suzanne's and ass; gently penetrating her tight little holes one
at a time. My mouth moves from one nipple to other and back again,
occasionally stopping to lick the flesh of her globes themselves. After
a minutes or so of this, Suzanne is ready to again. Using my tongue
and fingers in concert, I play her body like an instrument,
orchestrating her orgasm. As she subsides, I pull my fingers from her
twat and lick them clean.
"Right, now for desert". I position Suzanne so that she's leaning
forward over her desk, her ass in the air. "Hold your ass cheeks apart
with your hands. There, that's lovely". I gaze in admiration at
Suzanne's perfect ass; and taught, good enough to eat. Framed in
the center is her little crinkled rosebud of an asshole, tightly
clenched. I start by licking in long, slow strokes from her to her
ass; dipping the tip of my tongue into her sweet twat at one end and
then coating the path between with her slick juices. The flesh between
her holes is sensitive; each lap of my tongue produces an appreciative
Suzanne is becoming aroused again; the folds of her womanhood are
heavy with her fragrant oil. I slip first one, then two fingers deep
into her vaginal passage and begin to gently her, a finger
occasionally brushing the tip of her clit. My tongue explores the rim of
her anus, tasting her. And the taste is beautiful to me; a mixture of
pussy juice, fresh sweat and a sweet, almost nutty taste that is a
prelude to the more intimate depths of her ass.
I probe her rosebud gently with my tongue. Well trained by my finger,
her sphincter gives a little, eager to accept my attentions. But I pause
with just the tip of my tongue within, savoring the taste, the texture,
the sheer joy of being about to penetrate Suzanne in a such a deeply
intimate way. Releasing the pressure on my tongue, her ass pops me out
again. I repeat this cycle several times, teasing the muscles of her
Finally I am ready. I push forward smoothly into her anus. Her sphincter
resists the bulk of my tongue, but I apply continuous pressure and am
rewarded with slow steady progress into Suzanne's inner regions. Her ass
is very tight: my tongue is encased in a hard, yet slippery, tube of
flesh and muscle, deliciously warm. The taste is intense, indescribable.
It is not unpleasant, I am so deeply a part of Suzanne that all aspects
of her are beautiful, they are a part of her, so I love them.
I probe and retreat, probe and retreat, reveling in Suzanne's secret
glory, inching my way further into her ass. Suzanne holds perfectly
steady, making only low, barely audible sounds as my tongue explores
At last I can go no further. My tongue is a warm dagger embedded to the
hilt in Suzanne's ass. I wish that my tongue were longer, that I could
fully explore her anal tract, my tongue wending its way deep into her
I begin to fuck Suzanne's ass with my tongue. With each stroke I
withdraw fully, lick her rim and plunge back in to my fullest extent.
Her sphincter offers no resistance now, my tongue is a welcome visitor.
Suzanne responds by pushing her ass back into my face, willing me deeper
into her. I match her rhythm and intensify the actions of my fingers in
I know how Suzanne cums now. I can anticipate her orgasm, when she will
give herself over to total bliss. As she nears that point, her ass
muscles tightly grip my tongue, as if unwilling to let it go. We work
together as a perfect machine, dedicated to Suzanne's pleasuring.
Her orgasm sends waves of muscle spasms through her ass, tightly
squeezing my tongue, now trying to expel it. I maintain my ground,
however. I want to experience Suzanne's joy as closely as possible. With
my tongue and fingers buried deep inside her during this moment, I feel
closer to Suzanne than I have ever felt to anyone else.
Eventually the waves subside. Reluctantly I slip my tongue from her
crevice, her moist asshole slowly closing behind me. Suzanne stands and
turns around. Eagerly she kisses me, her tongue exploring mine, savoring
the taste of her own ass within my mouth. As my fingers idly play with
her cunt, I realize the Suzanne and I are just at the beginning of our
journey, and it's going to be a lot of fun reaching the final