As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't wait to wash off the stench of campfire and bug spray that clung to my skin. But little did I know, my asshole was about to take center stage in a whole new way. My slave, always eager to please, had been anticipating this moment since we left for the weekend.
"Welcome home, Mistress," he said with a grin, his eyes fixed on my rear end. "Your ass is looking hot and sweaty."
I rolled my eyes at his attempt at humor. "Just get your tongue ready," I replied, feeling the familiar tingle of power that came with making him beg for my attention.
I walked into the house, my skin already starting to cool down from the air-conditioning. But it wasn't until I reached the bathroom that I finally allowed myself to relax. The hot water felt like heaven as I scrubbed away the dirt and grime of the outdoors.
Meanwhile, my slave was tied up in the living room, his mouth stuffed full of my dirty panties. He was left to imagine what was happening in the bathroom, his mind filled with thoughts of me cleaning my cunt and ass in preparation for him.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, my skin glowing and my hair smelling of sweet lavender shampoo, I found him waiting patiently on the floor. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of my bare behind, still slightly moist from the shower.
"You look so fucking sexy," he whispered through the wad of fabric in his mouth.
I smiled, enjoying the way he worshipped me. "Now it's time for you to get to work," I said, pulling down my panties to reveal my sopping wet asshole.
He lowered his head eagerly, ready to taste the combination of sweat and sex that I knew would be waiting for him. As his tongue made contact with my tight hole, I couldn't help but groan in pleasure. It was like coming home to an old friend.
He lapped at my asshole, cleaning it thoroughly as I slowly lowered myself onto his face. His cock, already hard from anticipation, pressed against his prison of panties as he moaned around my fist.
I rode his face slowly, savoring the feel of his warm tongue on my asshole. The dirty panties in his mouth only added to the perverse pleasure of the moment.
As I grew closer to climax, I reached down and grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it hard enough to make him gasp. "Do you want to cum on my dirty ass?" I asked, teasing him mercilessly.
His response was a muffled moan, but I could feel the vibrations of his ass beneath me. I knew then that he was ready to explode.
With one final thrust, I pushed my ass deep into his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue against my G-spot. His cock jerked in his pants as he came, his cum splattering against the fabric that hid his face.
I pulled out from his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum on his chin. "That's a good boy," I said, reaching down to pat his head. "Now go clean up this mess before I find something else for you to do."
With a final wink, I turned and walked away, leaving him to wonder what new adventures awaited them both.
