First time rimming: he wants to worship her ass

Image by the excellent Stuart F Taylor

This week’s blog is a bit of a special one, because it came out of a request from a lovely Patreon, who asked me if I could write something about rimming. As it was a custom story, I wouldn’t usually publish it here, but they kindly gave me permission to share it with you. This means I get to share a story that was super-fun to write, as well as a bit of a challenge. I don’t usually write much about rimming because I don’t have a lot of personal experience of it, so I decided to write about first time rimming and the hotness of working your way into the headspace of someone else’s kink. It also means I get to not-so-subtly hint that you should totally support me on Patreon if you like my work and can afford to chip in a bit to keep me going. It’s here in audio as well as text, because I really like saying ‘worship her ass’ out loud.

First time rimming: He wants to worship her ass

Naked and spread wide, bending over before the full-length mirror, she stares hard at the upside-down vision of this part of herself and thinks: I don’t get it.

She puts one hand on each of her cheeks, opening herself further, and as the blood thumps in her temples and her knees start to tremble, she thinks again: I don’t get it.

He wanted to worship her ass. Those exact words. Ass. Worship.

The act of worship, she gets. Like last week when he worshipped her feet – trailing long strokes of his tongue over the balls and arches of them. Tickling, kissing, loving. Elevating this part of her body from mundanity to deity. She liked that.

But ass? She doesn’t get it. Perhaps the problem is that the image is upside-down.

After propping her camera on a stand, she turns again and bends over, waiting for the click of the timer to capture the full view: naked flesh, fingers digging into her buttocks as she spreads them, glimpse of that tight, puckered hole in the center.

She doesn’t get it. But she will.

Later that evening, he’s cooking dinner for her while she bathes. In the bath she runs her fingers between her legs – from her clit all the way down and under her body, until she reaches the hole. Touching it gently, inserting the tip of her finger. That zing of pleasure – of taboo – she understands is key. But she still thinks: I don’t get it.

When she steps out of the bath, she could easily pretend that this is not what she’s been thinking about. Could just kiss him on the cheek and ask ‘what’s cooking?’ the way she would on an average Monday. It would be simple to just brush this aside, pretend they didn’t have that conversation – the one where he told her he wanted to worship her ass.

But she’s not the type to take ‘easy’ routes. Nor is she the type to forego a brand new experience when it presents itself. She wants to do it, she just doesn’t get it. If she can’t understand why he likes it, she will never work out how to do it.

So she asks him.

Swaddled in a towel, leaning on the door jamb at the entrance to the kitchen, she asks him:

“Why do you want to worship my ass?”

He is not surprised by the question: he knew it was coming. It always comes a few days after he’s asked her for something new. She likes to take time to process his requests. She needs to explore the ideas, try to understand the sensations. Stand naked and bent over in front of a mirror, finger her ass in the bath. Feel the weight and shape of his fantasies before she knows whether or not she’ll fulfill them. She needs to understand why, before she can work out how.

He smiles at her and turns off the stove. Gestures towards the kitchen table, which he’d been about to set for dinner.

“I’m glad you asked,” he says, sweeping aside the placemats and the napkins and the cutlery and this morning’s post. “The first reason is that your ass is beautiful.”

She steps towards him and dips her head – a sign to say ‘I’m ready.’ He tugs off her towel and lays it down on the table.

“The second reason,” he says, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up so her bum rests on the edge of the table, “is because I look at it so often when we fuck.”

He rolls her over so she’s lying on the towel, stretched out on her stomach, exposing every inch of the naked flesh on her back, arse, thighs. He walks a lap of the kitchen table, running his fingers over everything from the nape of her neck to the soles of her feet. When he brings his fingers up towards the crack of her bottom, she arches her back to follow them.

“When we’re fucking and you’re bent over, I’m looking right at it. How could I not want to lick it, when I see it all the time?”

He places one hand on each of the cheeks of her arse, spreads her wide. She shuffles a little under his hands, and turns her head away from him – all the better to let his words wash over her.

Beautiful, he said. Stare, he said. She thinks she’s beginning to get it.

“When I see something beautiful, I don’t just want to look,” he explains, bending down to press his lips to the soft, warm skin of her arse. “I want to touch.”

At that, he parts her cheeks gently and strokes one finger down the crack of her arse, putting just enough pressure that it doesn’t tickle. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and it takes all her willpower not to squirm.

He bends forward and kisses her over and over. A neat pearl-string of kisses, running down from the base of her spine. She can feel the trail of wetness that he leaves in his wake. Feel, too, the warmth of his breath and the tension in her thighs as she holds herself still for him: taut and open and eager and afraid.

“But the main reason I want to worship your ass,” he whispers through the kisses “is that I know that if I put my tongue here, you’ll squirm.”

And with that he plunges it in. Quickly and slickly, holding her cheeks apart with his fingers, putting just enough pressure on her that she has something to wriggle against.

And oh how she wriggles.

Now she knows what he wants: the pleasure of making her vulnerable. Of doing something no one else has done. Of touching and kissing and tonguing her, knowing he’s the first to give her these sensations. The electric wetness of his tongue burrowing into her, making her feel so much more naked than she was just a moment ago.

She wriggles and squirms and flushes with heat, and as she does so he flicks his tongue: in and out, up and down. Kissing and licking and burying himself in her ass. Tasting every part of her. Greedy for more.

She grips the edge of the kitchen table and presses her forehead into the towel. Eyes closed, to better focus on the sensation of his lips and tongue. To better hear the soft moans he makes, the eager ‘mmm’s part-muffled by her flesh around his face.

It’s not just the tingling thrill of his tongue that she squirms for – it’s the feeling of the tips of his fingers digging into her cheeks, the pressure to stay still, and the guttural sounds that escape the back of his throat, telling her he’s really enjoying this. He wants more of it.

When he dips two fingers into her wet cunt, he’s not doing it out of courtesy. He’s doing it because he wants to feel the twitches as she clamps herself around him, showing him that she’s enjoying this too. He presses forward against the front wall, coaxing further wriggles out of her as her breath quickens and her clit thuds.

As he fucks her with his fingers, and licks her with his tongue, the word that comes to mind is ‘greedy’ – he’s greedy for her. For every part of her body. He wants to erode and devour her with his lips and tongue, while she squirms in pleasure beneath him.

At the moment just before she comes, he spits. And as he spreads saliva round her puckered hole with his tongue, she pushes back against him. Pressing herself to his lips, muffling his face with her ass, and throbbing with the need to have him do more, and harder.

When she hears him spit, she knows.

She gets it.

 

This story is also available as audio porn – click ‘listen here’ above or visit the audio porn hub for more sexy stories read aloud. And, despite my aversion to asking people directly for money, I am also going to include my Patreon link here too. If you join at the lower tiers you’ll get early access to all new audio porn and the chance to vote on which posts get recorded next. If you join at the higher tiers you can request custom stories of your own. 

2 Comments

  • fuzzy says:

    Hot story, and the first time I got to listen to your voice, the sound of which reading porn made my toes curl. woof.

    Rimming her anus – ass worship – is one of my top 2 sexual pleasures. The other one is pussy worship and it totally depends on which I haven’t been able to do lately which is on top.

    I had one entire sexual relationship earlier in my life where that was all I did for her (all that she would allow and I was thrilled by *that* too because that ticks my “submissive” box and she wanted it almost daily for months) — she’d cum like crazy and then send me away.

    When I’d leave her I’d be hornier than a 3-balled tomcat (which is always the best feeling so long as you know you can scratch that itch as soon as you need to). I can hardly ever get a woman to understand that being edged but not cumming is actually enjoyable and that I will sit around my house and edge for four. six. ten hours, and never actually ejaculate that day.

    But rimming. Dark and musky. patchouli, myrrh, frankincense. A day’s worth of sweat and body oils, arousal aromas, dripping wetness sliding down from her lovely cunt, the feel and pulse of that little involuntary muscle of the sphincter under my lips and tongue — does it open in anticipation and eagerness? Does it tighten in naughty taboo fear? Can I tease her into slamming back onto my face with my tongue in her ass while she tries to grind her clit down on my nose? Ha. Rimming is the bomb.

    • Moondog says:

      This comment was a little bit hot! 😍

      I feel like this is how my partner must feel about giving, as he certainly loves burying his face in there.

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