BLACK ASS
*** “Well…” Veronica said looking over her shoulder and down at me kneeling there. I leaned in and kissed her bare right cheek. Could she look any more delicious standing there with her butt thrust out to me, her jeans now pulled down completely over her bubble butt, her blue thong squished between those perfect chocolate cheeks? I knew she never thought her usual “Kiss my ass” would have led to this. “Other one,” she cooed. I puckered up, leaned over to that dark firm mound and planted a kiss on that cheek. “A well-kissed, black ass, wouldn’t you say?” my girlfriend said, pulled up her pants and I stood. “I think maybe every time I see you we should start our evening like this,” the girl said as I joined her on my couch. “You on your knees kissing my booty.” I wasn’t about to tell my girlfriend of three months that this idea wasn’t one I was unfamiliar with, nor was it one I wouldn’t take to with aplomb. I have quite a fondness for kissing women’s asses; girlfriends, friends, even one of my cousins found out how much I liked the activity and would bare a flanky right hip from time to time. It was not only nectar for an ‘ass man’ like me (and a ‘black ass’ like Veronica’s firm high and round one was wonder to behold) but I also rationalized kneeling and kissing female butt as the ultimate act of submission. “That was kinda embarrassing,” I said, hopefully flashing enough bashfulness with my baby blues. “Really?” Veronica snickered and shot up from the couch. “Practice makes perfect.” I didn’t let her see my smile as I knelt once again to that soon-to-be again ‘well kissed black ass’.
