Bill makes Heather more Frustrated

Bill pulled out the app as his roommate panted and came down from her orgasm.

“Heather, from now on you won’t be able to cum without my nose, lips, or tongue on your asshole. You won’t know this is what triggers your orgasm. You will discover the closer my face is to your ass the more turned on you become. On Friday you will make a bet with me and the loser will have to kiss the winner’s ass. When my lips touch your ass cheek you will get instantly wet, but no matter how much you masturbate or what toys you use you won’t be able to get off.”

“Ugh. Sorry I’m… drooling again. I am… really hungry. Could you make dinner please… I think I’m gonna shower.”

“Sure. How uhhh. What did you go do?” Bill asked, knowing but wanted to see what excuse she came up with.

Heather froze mid step. “I… uh… was… I had to change…”

“You’re wearing the same thing you left in…” Bill said enjoying her squirm.

“Look… I don’t have to tell you everything I do in this place. Ugh!” She said frustrated and stormed off to her room.

Bill made a quick meal and the two ate in relative silence. Heather looked much more put together after the shower.

“So what movie did you wanna watch tonight?” Heather asked trying to make awkward conversation as if she didn’t just masturbate herself into a squirting orgasm while thinking of her roommate spanking her massive rear end.

The next week went on slower than the others, whether it was the anticipation or the hilarity of watching an increasingly frustrated Heather walk around the apartment. She began snapping at him for no reason and would call him perverted, a horny loser, and a dirty ass lover a lot. Most of this was when she caught him looking at her ass, which only served to increase her arousal. Bill was surprised he found her random degradation arousing himself and made note to make her more dominating and humiliating to his list of things to try.

The apartment still stank of sex, her pussy always on the verge, but never climaxing.

She would make increasingly demanding bets about being spanked and even one about being groped. The first bet Bill lost on purpose to see what she would do and she was so frustrated her spanks actually hurt instead of turned him on. He made a mental note not to do it again.

When he did beat her and spank her, he could feel her pussy clenching against his thigh and leaking juices. Often times she would rush to her room after these bets were lost and jill herself for a good half hour until she came out of her bedroom, red hair tousled and the stench of sex emanating from the open door. She would be just as frustrated as ever.

He had no idea how she worked while this frustrated but she would go to work. Almost every day that week, Bill snuck into her bedroom before she got home. He found a pair of her soaking we panties and first took a huge sniff. She smelled so sweet yet so musky. Then he stuffed the panties in his mouth and sucked on her sweet nectar.

Friday came and a very frustrated Heather stormed into the apartment in black leggings that strained to keep her gargantuan rear in. They turned see through right at her ass crack to reveal she was wearing a thong.

“I need to whoop some ass. Loser has to kiss the winners ass. Both cheeks.”

Bill acted confused. “Uhhh what.”

“You heard me. If I win, you have to kiss my ass. Don’t act like you don’t want to. I see your little pervert face always staring. Well if I kick your ass you have to kiss mine.”

Yeah he was definitely going to add dominating and humiliating to his list of things. In a controlled way of course. But first, he was going to do something else he had worked out over the course of the week. If his ultimate goal was to sink his face between those two marvelous booty cheeks and kiss, lick, and sniff her asshole. Then he wanted to make sure it was clean back there. A sweaty smell from working out was fine, but a days worth of anything else would not be. But that was obviously after he kissed her ass and drove her to near orgasm.

“Okay, but I don’t want to kiss your ass. That’s just weird.” He lied.

“Whatever, let’s play.” Heather said. Not even bothering to go to the gym or to work out there at the apartment.

The rounds were difficult. Even if Bill was pretending to do well and would have eventually thrown the matches, she was playing brutally. She really wanted this.

Eventually, he did lose and she stood up and cheered. Her dance made her ass jiggle like jello and even clap. She even turned around bent at the waist and clapped her cheeks as if her ass were applauding her victory.

“Alright loser! Both lips both cheeks, come on.”

“Okay. Fine.” He huffed making a big deal out of not wanting to do what he couldn’t wait to do. He just hoped his hard on didn’t show.

He brought his face to her ass keeping his eyes open as the glorious cheek was in front of him. He then lightly pecked it and watched her jolt in pleasure.

“That… wasn’t a fucking kiss. You better fucking bury your face in my ass cheek and kiss it like it were a hot girls lips. You fucking pervert I know you want to.”

Bill went to the other cheek, having to actually scoot on his knees a little as her massive ass was so big, and surprised the red haired beauty by grabbing her ass cheek in both hands and pushing his whole face against her warm soft legging covered flesh. He held his pursed lips against her ass cheek for a good ten seconds and when he pulled back he saw a small line of pussy drool escaping from her leggings to the floor.

“Fuck! That felt so good…” she gasped. “I mean fucking pervert. I didn’t say you could grab my ass. Anyway, I’m headed for bed.”

She said and they both knew she was going to masturbate furiously to a sad non climactic end. But before she could stomp off he hit the app and began his next programming.