I Used to Be a Pillow Princess. Now All I Want to Do Is Eat Ass.
“I felt like a perfect little fucktoy made just for them.”
Byline: Rachel
There’s nothing like eating someone’s ass and feeling their balls hit you in the face while they stroke themselves to make you realize you might have a service kink.
The realization came as a surprise, considering how I’ve always thought of myself as a little bit lazy. As a true Leo sun and Taurus moon, I take lots of naps. I don’t like group fitness classes because following the teacher’s instructions makes me feel defiant and resentful. As a kid, my older brother used to order me to do things like bring him his book or a glass of water, and I straight up hated it.
My submissive side is no exception. There are few things I enjoy more than laying back in a cozy bed and doing absolutely nothing while someone attentively finger fucks me, whispers filthy phrases in my ear, and tells me what a good girl I am when I come. This also satisfies my objectification kink, wherein I imagine myself as a pleasure object for my dominant partner to use as they please. While I’m always happy to reciprocate in bed, receiving is usually the highlight of a sexual encounter for me. But kinks change, desires evolve, and it appears that I may, in fact, not want to be a pillow princess every time.
My unexpected journey to becoming a service top started when I saw Wyatt after almost a month apart. We’d each been recovering from Covid. I was so happy to finally see them! Fondness and affection bubbled up in me when they walked in the door. Wyatt had had a rough time being ill, and I wanted to do all that I could to make them feel good, since getting pampered feels especially lovely after being sick. This was the longest time we’d spent apart from each other since we started hooking up several months prior. What began as a kinky fuck buddy situation had gradually developed into a more emotionally intimate relationship. My feelings were growing deeper, and while I wasn’t ready to come out and tell them that, I decided to show them with my actions.
Wyatt and I slipped into our typical routine of sitting on the couch, talking, cuddling, and smoking weed. Our hands wandered playfully until I caught their eyes during a pause in the conversation and leaned in for a kiss. They pulled me onto their lap and grabbed my hips, kissing my neck as I ran my fingers through their long, silky hair. I tugged my t-shirt off when they slipped their hands underneath. Wyatt pinched and sucked on my tits, making my nipples hard, and I reached down to rub their cock. They nodded when I asked to unbutton their jeans.
“I’d really like to go down on you,” I whispered in their ear, my breath catching in my throat. To my delight, they enthusiastically accepted.
I teased their cock with soft kisses and sloppy licks. I took almost their entire length in my mouth because they weren’t fully hard yet. Usually, I can’t stand having someone thrust into my mouth, but this time was different—maybe because of the softness, or maybe because I felt safe enough to sink into a headspace where I could enjoy having my mouth fucked.
I could feel them getting harder in my mouth, and I glanced up to see their head thrown back in pleasure. When they tapped my shoulder and told me they needed a break, I kissed up their chest until they pulled me close and kissed me. I savored the feeling of Wyatt’s lips on mine, their tongue against mine. Reaching down, I adjusted my tits so that they surrounded their cock. They closed their eyes and moaned. A smile crossed my face as I held my chest in place so Wyatt could thrust into the soft, squishy warmth. They were now almost fully hard. My pussy gushed with wetness. I felt so desired as I experienced their body’s reactions to me.
When we finally made it up to my bedroom, I offered to give Wyatt a massage, which they happily accepted. Usually, I’m the one who asks for a massage. I always make sure to suggest that we take turns because that seems like the fairest way to do it, but this time all I wanted was to treat them to a relaxing time. We stripped down to our underwear, and they laid face down on the bed while I went to get the massage oil. I leaned down, kissed their back, and poured the lightly scented oil into my hand. With firm pressure, I began rubbing the back of their right leg.
They gave me plenty of instructions and feedback. Slower, more pressure, less pressure, etc., and I was glad to oblige. I took my time, spending about fifteen minutes on each side, and enjoyed the uninterrupted view of their cute ass. One of my favorite parts about massage is its ample opportunity to lavish someone’s body with touch and attention. It turned me on to carefully rub them down and hear their appreciative moans. The positive feedback didn’t stop there. Wyatt said that their leg muscles felt amazing, which pleased me, and we took a cuddle break. I checked in with myself and found that I still wanted to do more. My mind turned over a few different ideas for what they might enjoy the most at that moment. Anal play with hands and toys was part of our normal repertoire, but not rimming. Maybe it was time to change that.
“So, have you ever had your ass eaten? Is that something you’d be into?” I asked. I took a sip of water.
“Mmmm, yeah, I’m into that,” Wyatt responded. “Did you mean you want to do it now?”
“No, I mean, yes, now is good, yes, please. Let’s do it,” I answered and blushed nervously. Wyatt smiled and wiggled their eyebrows at me. We kissed lustily, hungry for each other after so much foreplay.
They laid back on the bed with their knees bent, poured some lube onto their cock, and started stroking. I put a pillow under their lower back to get a good angle and positioned myself between their legs. Starting with a few kisses on their inner thighs, I pushed my face closer until I could press my lips and tongue against their hole. They let out a deep groan of pleasure and called me a “good girl.” The taste of them, the texture of their skin and hair, the sound of them stroking their cock, all of it made me wet. Their balls continuously hit my face as they kept stroking faster and faster. I felt so focused on their body, their pleasure, that I even kept going when my jaw got sore. My hands gripped their hips and thighs, and again, they called me a “good girl.”
Soon, they were coming, and I raised my head up a bit so I could watch their cum drip down their shaft and onto their belly. Our eyes met, and I nuzzled against their hip one more time before quickly heading to the bathroom to splash water on my face. Wyatt welcomed me back with snuggles, kisses, and an offer to pleasure me. I happily took my turn to receive, but for the first time ever, I was actually more aroused by serving than getting serviced. Something had changed in me.
And it changed because I trusted and truly cared for Wyatt. Their simple being awoke my desire to serve. It helped that I knew Wyatt would respond with generous praise and appreciation. They always call me a good girl when we play, because it’s what I like. Serving them made that title even more meaningful since I truly earned it. I let them fuck my mouth, I gave them a massage, and I ate their ass—and not only was I rewarded by being called a good girl, but I also got to witness all of their pleasure. I felt like a perfect little fucktoy made just for them.
A month ago, I would have told you I was a proud pillow princess when I had sex. I enjoyed laying there, being appreciated, feeling desired, and getting off. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still lazy at heart, but I’m now a service princess who enjoys pleasuring her partner’s asshole with balls slapping against her face.
Who knew?