Ass of a Lifetime

It wasn’t long after I had finished down Mila’s throat that I saw something that made me send both girls away. I would be alone for what I was going to do next. For on the other side of the path was an ass that I simply had to have. Liza had one of the best asses I had ever seen, one that single handedly drew my attention to her on a beach of beautiful bitches. The one I was looking at now was better. It was not just the size, though it was quite big. It was the perkiness, the roundness, the heart shape, the perfect balance of fat and muscle, the smooth tanned skin, the way it flared out from a narrow waist, the way it was framed and highlighted by a dainty pink bikini thong.

The girl it was attached to was lying tits-down on a towel in a bikini, facing away from me, sunbathing. I couldn’t see much about her except for her long, dirty blonde hair. And her ass, of course. Even so, I knew that she would satisfy my requirements.

I saw another bitch staring lustily at me, while rubbing sunscreen provocatively over her naked tits. I walked up to her, gave one of her tits a casual grope, and took the sunscreen without saying a word. Then I went over to the sunbathing girl and started applying sunscreen to her ass, with quite a bit more squeezing and rubbing than was strictly necessary.

The girl didn’t react with surprise, or turn around instantly, letting me know she was used to this sort of thing. When she did casually glance over her shoulder to see who was groping her, though, she was quite shocked to see that it was Leonardo Segeste.

Before she could say anything, I said, “Would’ve been a shame to let an ass like this get sunburned. I decided to help you out.”

I could practically see her tiny female brain working overtime to comprehend the situation she had found herself in. Eventually, she managed to see the blessing that she had been presented with.

“Well. thank you,” she said in that sexy, submissive accent that all Segian women had been trained in since birth. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Return the favor?” Her eyes flicked to the bulge straining my pants.

I laughed. “You could tell me your name, for a start.”

“It’s Ella. What’s yours?”

As if she didn’t already know. Still, it was savvy of her to pretend not to. She didn’t come off as a fangirl that way. “Leonardo Segeste,” I told her, “But you can call me Leo.”

“Wow,” she said in feigned surprise. “If I had known I was in such esteemed company, I would have dressed more appropriately.”

I chuckled. “A lesson for next time, dear. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Most girls don’t walk around naked, after all.”

She giggled brightly. “Next time? I guess I might have to start, then.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you some advance notice. Not that anyone would mind if you did give up on clothes.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t. If you’re giving advance notice, though, I guess I’d better give you my number.”

“I guess so.”

She did just that. I didn’t use the ‘profile pic’ move that I had done on Mila. Ella was clearly no prude; she probably wouldn’t have any problem with it. And then it just wouldn’t be any fun.

I checked my watch. “I’ve got some time right now, if you want to grab some lunch.”

She was quite happy to hear that. “I’d love to! The places I eat at probably wouldn’t be up to your standard though, so I’ll let you choose where.”

“That’s just fine. I have excellent taste,” I said, winking. She blushed cutely at the compliment.

The restaurant I chose was within walking distance. It was somewhat fancy, although not compared to the Italian place I had taken Mila to. The real draw was the excellent Mexican food. And the fat-assed Mexican waitresses.

On the walk over, I placed my arm around Ella’s waist. Within easy reach of her ass. She had no objections, of course. As we walked, I subtly steered her direction, while she snuggled into my side as much as she felt she could get away with. Establishing the dynamic of our relationship early. We passed many bitches being walked, crawling along on their hands and knees, hips swaying, being led on leashes by their male owners. Though neither of us said anything, we both understood that I would be leading her along on a leash just as often as I would be walking by her side. If I decided to keep her, that was.

Indeed, I was more concerned with my lazy exploration of her ass. My hand subtly crept down as we walked. I eventually rested my hand on one of her cheeks, occasionally giving it a squeeze. Whenever I did so, she pushed her ass back into my hand eagerly. I even allowed my hand to slip under her thong at one point, teasing her dripping cunt and puckered asshole. That elicited a gasp. Still, neither of us said anything. It was something of a game. I was trying a bit to make her talk, as a test. She knew, though, that a woman wasn’t to speak without prompting or permission, and so she didn’t, passing the test.

When we got to the restaurant, the hostess led us through the restaurant to a nice table in the courtyard. She was wearing the uniform of the restaurant; a white, very short dress with lots of colorful frills and embroidery, with a cutout in the skirt, which exposed her huge bubble butt. Many of the patrons slapped it as we walked by. I glanced at Ella beside me, and I could tell she was feeling self-conscious.

“Something wrong?” I asked her.

She replied, “I feel like I might be underdressed for this place.” Her eyes were on all the businessmen in suits. A sharp contrast to her nearly naked form, only covered by her pink micro bikini.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Everyone knows a bitch dresses how her man tells her to dress. They don’t care.”

“Oh, so I’m your bitch now?” She asked teasingly. We both knew she desperately wanted to be.

“As far as these men are aware,” Indeed, my hand was still possessively on her ass. “You’d better act the part, if you don’t want to get judged for your outfit.”

“I think I can manage that,” she said seductively.

When we reached our table, I finally had to reluctantly remove my hand from Ella’s cake. I consoled myself by giving the hostess's ass a nice slap as she walked away. It jiggled for a good three seconds. And Ella didn’t even seem to mind.

When the equally fat-assed waitress came to take our order, I spent the whole time groping her. Again, Ella didn’t show any sign of having a problem with it. When the waitress left, she even cracked a joke about it. “I thought you were going to have her get under the table and suck you off,” she said with a giggle.

“I just got sucked off a few minutes ago. Still, I wouldn’t say no to another.”

Ella took her cue, ducking down under the table and crawling between my legs. When she came face to face with my hard dick, which I had just taken out, it was the first time she lost her composure in our whole encounter. The bulge that had so impressed her in the park had only been a half chub. And anyway, coming face to face with the thing had an entirely different effect from seeing a bulge. It loomed over her face like some huge tree trunk, casting a shadow on both her blue-green eyes.

It took her a full five seconds of wide-eyed gulping before she recovered enough to stutter out a “W-wow.” Then she took a tentative lick.

It was the taste that seemed to get through her shock. Absorbed by it, she seemed to regain her old confidence, starting to vigorously lick her way up my shaft. It took her quite a while to get to the top, especially seeing as she was taking her time, but when she did she was rewarded with a dollop of precum. That got her excited, and when she licked it she looked like a cat who had just gotten her cream. I decided to reward her delightful expression, and before she knew it she was shuddering in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm swept her body.

Even that didn’t hold her back for long, and she soon got back to her task with renewed vigor. Once she got to really sucking… Well, I just leaned back and enjoyed the whole thing. Being served Mexican food by fat-assed waitresses while being sucked off by a slut that was hotter than most supermodels– life was good.

Our waitress came back soon, bringing my soda. She had a nervous expression that let me know she was about to break some bad news. “S-sorry, sir,” she stuttered, “but we’re out of the shrimp for the lady’s tacos. Would she like to get the pork or steak tacos instead?”

I chuckled at Ella being called a ‘lady’ even as she was sucking me off under the table. “Don’t worry, girl. She’ll have plenty to eat.” Ella didn’t voice a word of complaint. She didn’t voice any words at all, in fact.

Ella seemed to set herself to the task of deepthroating as much of my cock as she could. With each bob of her head, she managed to get further and further down my shaft. It was no easy thing, given the thickness, in addition to the length. Her plump lips, coated with bright red lipstick, bulged outward into a perfect circle, stretched to their limit. Each time her head came back up, a ring of red lipstick was left to mark her progress. Each bob brought her a bit further.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

Finally, Ella managed to get a good eight inches of dick in her mouth. There was a visible bulge in her throat. I knew it was the most she was going to get. It was an impressive feat, for a first-timer. I could tell she likely had a good amount of deepthroating experience. When she came up splattering, she drew in a few mouthfuls of air, and then went right back to prove it wasn’t a fluke. As she once again crammed eight inches of my meat down her throat, I threaded my hands through her silky hair, holding her down. I kept her like that for a solid minute, as she went purple in the face. Then I started cumming with a groan. It completely filled her up, but I didn’t let her up until it started coming out of her nostrils. Then I sent the rest of it onto her bikini-clad form.

When I was done, she was left sprawled on the floor, barely conscious, her face and entire body a mess of cum, drool, and smudged makeup. She was coughing up mouthfuls of my seed onto the ground.

I got up, putting my dick away. I placed £500 on the table, not waiting for my food. As I made to leave, Ella still insensate on the ground, I said to her, “This was fun. I’ll text you sometime.” I glanced at the cum she had coughed up onto the floor. “Oh, and lick that up.”