"Can't keep those slutty eyes off the women's hips, can you?"

    Even in that loud and crowded club, her words were intimate heat on my ears, so that when I felt her probing between my cheeks, I arched my backside toward her hand, spreading my legs where I stood. She was so close to me no one could see our movements and her hand went down into mytrousers, into my briefs and down to my tailbone. "You're so easy," she breathed, her bold, insistent grasp getting completely under my hips and enclosing my balls.

    "I want you behind me," she spoke, in a throaty tone, at the same time clear and commanding: "And beneath me."

    I gasped, despite my willingness to comply ...surely she wasn't suggesting so servile a posture here, in the crowded club? My tongue throbbed and my face burned as I realized that her words were simplest code for the ass worship she would demand from me, later, but very soon.

    "Follow," she ordered. We left the club and I followed her to her car.

    Belted into the passenger seat of her low-slung late model automobile, I experienced the thrill of having no control whatsoever of where I was being taken. She drove fast, braking hard when she had to, accelerating thru tightly hugged curves.

    "Take those trousers down," she demanded. And when I complied, she gripped my naked privates painfully as she drove one-handed thru the hills abovethe city's bright lights, releasing me only briefly between shifting gears.  Appalled but totally aroused, I sat tensed, almost terrified, under the force of her grip and the speed of the ride. When she suddenly swung into a dark driveway, turning the key, she repeated her earlier command: "Follow."

    I didn't even have time to fasten my pants as I hurried behind her. I held them in a bunch, clumsily. We entered a her bungalow and she switched on some low lamplight. "Stop!" she commanded, not even turning around as I scurried thru the door: "Never cross my threshold except on your knees."

    I dropped down. Still holding my pants up, I could just barely make out her form thru the dim lamplight. I watched as she took off the winter greatcoat. I was inspired to see that she was an even more overwhelming figure of a woman when freed from that greatcoat. "Don't hold your pantsup. And keep your hands behind your back."

    She walked towards me slowly. The fabric of her slacks at her loins was skin-tight, so that the thickness of her female regions were outlined boldly, caressed by the fabric. The musculature of her thick thighs was also clearly visible. When she came within inches of my upturned face, sheturned slowly, and her impressive backside swung magnificently before my awed gaze. She was so much more alluring than she had appeared back in the club.

    She arched her hips outward over my upturned face: "Worship me!"

    I pressed my face up between her hips, eager to please, licking at the fabric with all the ardor I could manage. She spread her thighs and squatted and writhed her buttocks against my face as I lapped. Her skintight slacks were warm where I pressed into them, and then she wriggled out of those slacks so that my mouth was then full of the cotton aromaticsof her panties. And then she wriggled out of her panties as well and finally my mouth was surrounded on both sides by her powerful and abundant buttocks and my nose filled with the heady aromas of her underpants. She kept grinding down onto me, as if to swallow my face whole as I pressed ever more deeply.

    My tongue was just starting to lap into her tight ring when she suddenly pulled away from me and spun around. "You're just too hungry," she said.Unexpectedly, her voice was neither stern nor contemptuous, but rather it was full of sly encouragement: "Not quite yet, you slutty toy," she said, "you're going to have to beg to get any more of my treasure!" And then shedid the most marvelous thing -- with that same throaty tone, she laughed .

    And with that, she kicked me, hard in my chest, hard enough to take my breath away, so hard I fell from my knees sprawling onto my back ... she stood over me then, her legs on either side of my chest, still laughing from deep in her throat. I stared open-mouthed from the floor, seeing thelower crease between her cheeks, back up under her bush.

    She slowly took off her blouse, then pulled the straps of her bra down and pulled the bra around so that she could unsnap it. I was amazed ... her breasts were fully as magnificent as her hips, the depending globes punctuated by thickened, dark nipples ... the bosom of a voluptuous and fully matured female in the full glory of her command. But if I expected her to smother me under their warm expansive weight, that was not quite herintention.

    Still chortling, she lifted one of her feet to my face, running her toes slowly over my lips. I licked at them. I licked between them. She pressed her large toe between my lips and I fondled her foot gently as I suckledthe toe, my lips wrapped completely around it, drawing it into my mouth. Without warning she pulled her foot away from my lips.

    "Didn't I tell you to keep those hands behind your back ... I see that things will have to change." With a controlled display of strength, she reached down and spun me onto my belly. The speed with which she then pulled my arms back and knotted my wrists together with a chord made me know I was under the sway of a woman whose experience matched her strength.

    "My, my, but what lovely cheeks you have, my dear," she mocked, palming one. She settled the weight of her groin onto the back of my neck and began slowly rubbing her womanhood along my nape. Meanwhile she continuedwith my cheeks, now using both hands to knead them, lettingher thumbs descend between them as she alternated between spreading them and squeezing them.

    I could feel the warm wetness of her loins along the back of my neck as she became aroused. She drove one of her fingers into my anus and began a series of spanks with the other hand: "You like that, slut?"  Then she inserted a second finger. The simultaneous spanking continued as she forced yet another finger into me. The movements of her under parts grew even more vigorous, and I spread myself to receive her digits, lifting my hips up into her hand, trying hard to relax my sphincter to give her easieraccess. She was now trying to force her entire hand into me, and try as I would to relax my involuntary tensing, her hand would not quite fit.

    She was breathing hard and grinding on the back of my neck almost violently and I could tell that she was feeling a bit frustrated. The power of her spanking turned equally vigorous. She began using the hand she had been trying to drive into my ass to spank me also, and the combined force of both hands, spanking had tears streaming from my eyes. Then suddenly she ceased the whipping and all I could feel was the vigor ofher hips fucking along my neck ... my cheeks were painfully enflamed from the beating but I could tell her frustration was turning into orgasm and I was glad. The wetness grew copious, oozing down, and I could hear her moaning softly. Slowly her movements grew more tentative. Then she stopped altogether and lifted from me.

    She turned me almost gently onto my back. With my bound hands pinned beneath me, I stared up into those now-softened eyes. She stared back at me as if seeing me for the first time.

    "Does your bottom burn, little one?" she teased. She brought her face close to mine and began very lightly to lick along my lips: "Give me thattongue, little one."

    She licked and sucked at my tongue, tugging at my nipples as she did so.

    "Now beg for my ass," she breathed finally, releasing my tongue, "sing a beggar's song about how much you want to tongue my big, lovely ass. Go on, my wee hungry toy -- I want to hear that song."

    And I sang to her the song she commanded: "Please, oh I beg you, allow my tongue into your perfection ... I beg you, my perfect whipping sweetheart,let your wonder and loveliness rest upon my lips, let my breath be surrounded and smothered and wholly taken ... oh please, fuck my unworthy face with your hot and heavy and gorgeous ass!"

    As I sang to her, she resumed the kissing, down my throat, to my chest. She took each nipple in turn into her mouth, sucking and nibbling them. I sang to her as her lips continued down my belly. And as my song went on,her position became such that she swung her leg over my head, lowering her female under parts toward my lips. As her dark abundance descended, my song turned muted, then entirely muffled.

    In silent amazement, I made continuing music for her that mimed itself deeply up into the fundamental surround of her nether regions. She rode my song with the same wet warmth I had felt along the back of my neck, but nowshe was more ginger in her vigor, encouraging that silent song with controlled movement. The aromatics of her flowing heat made me dizzy. As her womanly juices coated my face, lubricating the music we made, I only pressed myself deeper, and drank from her all the more greedily. And her lower muscles began the rhythmic gripping motion that pulled me all the closer, and I knew she was again feeling her orgasms. The embrace her lower intimacies enacted upon my face overwhelmed any attempts to use my lips and tongue as she began using my entire head, her hands now holding mein place. She held me firmly pinned under her mounting desire, wetting me thoroughly, drowning me in her desire. If my face had been capable of coming, I would have exploded beneath her, my every memory and each thought ejaculating up into her loins. As it was, my breath bubbled into her as from a drowning man.

    And as her rhythmic orgasmic spasms went on, once again I heard that deep and utterly unexpected laughter welling forth from within her. Or rather, I could feel the laughter, for my ears were covered by her flesh and herlaughter came thru to me thru the quaking of her womanly hips. She had turned a drowning man into an intimate fish and I swam in her, my own wet music as silent inside her as the rolling depths of the sea.