Jake worships the Muse's booty

“I didn’t have a chance to worship your booty yet,” he added, turning his head towards her.

She did not reply and instead turned onto her belly, putting her palms under her chin. Calliope’s huge breasts must have made that position somewhat inconvenient, but she looked as sexy as always. Jake got up and knelt over her legs at the knees. When he put his palms on the Muse’s booty, he realised how small they looked on the fabulously thick buttocks; they were a lot more than a handful, which only meant more flesh to admire and enjoy. The writer used the tried and tested technique of worshipping Calliope’s body - doing what he felt like doing at any given moment. He started slowly by exploring the vast expanses of the Muse’s booty; he fondled her soft flesh gently and caressed the smooth skin. Just like with her thighs he could feel the firm, strong muscles hiding underneath and holding everything in perfect shape. Jake’s palms eventually became more decisive and began to grope and knead Calliope’s buttocks. He also leaned forward to kiss and lick her skin, so the sensory experience could be complete.

The writer slapped her booty playfully, so he could watch the flesh jiggle; she did not protest, so he slapped it slightly harder. But right afterwards, as if to make up for the ‘****’, he massaged the spanked spots and kissed them. Her acceptance and his own growing arousal emboldened him, so he pushed one hand between the Muse’s buttocks. Without saying a word she parted her legs slightly, offering him easier access; that was all the encouragement he needed. His left palm continued to grope a buttock possessively, while the right one dived deeper and started to rub Calliope’s pussy; unsurprisingly she was moist already. She quickly became vocal as well and soon her soft moans filled the room. Jake was no longer as timid and docile as he had been initially, he realised that the Muse was offering him her body and expected him to show initiative; he was more than happy to take full advantage of that.

The writer changed his position slightly, kneeling over Calliope’s left leg, instead of both of them; this gave him the opportunity to part them even wider. The Muse understood his gesture when he patted her inner thighs and spread her legs for him. His palms became even more decisive, both in groping and rubbing; her erotic noises got louder as well. Once his digits became sufficiently wet with her juices he shoved them into her pussy; her moan confirmed that he was doing the right thing. With his fingers inside he slapped her buttock with his other hand, no longer playfully.

“Ahh!” her cry carried a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

Jake could feel her vaginal muscles clenching around his fingers; he slapped her ass again, with the same result. The writer’s left hand resumed to groped Calliope’s buttock, while the right one began to finger her, already wet, pussy. He was performing both activities enthusiastically, but already had something better on his mind. After one more minute he stopped, though he maintained his palms on the Muse’s body.

“How about you give me a blowjob, darling?” Jake asked in a lustful voice.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Calliope replied teasingly, “why won’t you sit on the edge of the bed?” she added.