I stood and walked over to S, intentionally putting a little extra sway in my hips, immediately noticing the death grip he had on his cock. Straddling him, I wrapped my own hand around it and rested my forehead against his.
Close?
Mhm.
May I help you, sir?
He shifted his head and ran his tongue over one side of my jaw, licking M's juices off my skin. What did you have in mind?
I thought I would suck you off, sir. If you'd like that.
His tongue trailed up the other side of my jaw, and I shuddered in response. Do you think it would be appropriate for your sub to see you on your knees in front of me?
I tilted my head so he could continue down my neck. I don't think it quite lines up otherwise, sir.. and we haven't finished installing the gravity boots.
He laughed, his head leaning back against the top of the chair. His smile didn't fade as his eyes shifted from amusement to.. something else, and I felt myself getting even more aroused.
These are your old pants, right?
I glanced down to double-check that I was wearing my older pair of riding breeches. Correct, sir.
His hands moved before I realized it, tearing a hole along the seam between my legs, and his fingers pushed easily into the opening, testing my wetness.
He needn't have bothered.
Shifting me further into his lap, he allowed me to guide his cock to my pussy.. but as soon as the tip nudged my entrance he pulled down hard on my hips, sheathing himself fully. I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder, as he kept one hand on my hip and wrapped my hair around his other, turning my head so he could growl into my ear.
She's watching, you know.
I was busy rocking my hips back and forth to seat him even deeper in my cunt, so it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw M's eyes on us, her skin flushed with arousal, slick with sweat and her juices. Turning back to S, I put my own lips close to his ear. The tear that he had put in my breeches had widened as I'd moved, fully exposing my pussy, and I'd had an idea.
How close are you?
I can wait.
I leaned back to give myself room, and- with a little assistance- turned in his lap so that my back rested against his chest, his cock never leaving my pussy. I felt his teeth brush the back of my neck as his hands roamed my body.
I love when you do that.
I had the decency to not chuckle at his expense; I had to admit, it was an impressive move, one that I purposely held out for special occasions. Like this one.
I motioned to M, pointing to the spot between S's (and my) spread legs. She crawled across the floor- such a lovely sight!- and knelt in front of us, her eyes cast downward.
Is he right? Were you watching?
Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss.
Mmm. We'll have to deal with that when I'm not quite so.. occupied. I brushed the hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face, tucking it behind her ears, then caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up toward me.
Since you're there, you can make yourself useful. I want you to use your mouth on me. I expect you to make me come, so you'd better put good effort into it. Do you understand?
Her brow furrowed, just for a moment, but her voice was steady when she answered.
Yes, Miss. But I.. I don't know what to do..
I settled back into S's arms, angling myself better for her, and smiled. You will.
Seeing her hands shake as she raised them to my thighs, as she used her fingertips to barely stroke my folds, then spread my lips to expose my clit, was driving me mad. I gave her not so much as a whimper of approval as she gathered my wetness on her fingers, working carefully around S's cock since neither of us had given her permission to touch him, nor as she circled my clit with them, nor as she finally gathered her courage to lean forward, her tongue darting out and barely making contact with me.
She paused, whether for effect or in preparation for the lightning strike I have no idea, but eventually decided that the situation was to her liking. Resting her hands on my thighs, M settled more comfortably between our legs and, as S and I watched, licked another girl's pussy for the first time.
I'd been with a number of girls before M, the majority of whom were significantly more experienced than her; I knew what it was like to be at the hands (and tongue) of some very talented and eager subs, and had had some amazing orgasms with them. So while I had to acknowledge that her technique was going to need a hell of a lot of work (everyone has to start somewhere, after all), I found M's uncertainty ridiculously arousing. The situation was doing good things for S as well, if the hard, rhythmic spasms of the cock still buried in my cunt were any indication. The combination had me on the edge of orgasm long before I was ready; when she let out the tiniest moan of pleasure as her tongue danced over my clit, I was nearly undone. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her upright on her knees, kissing her roughly, my other hand eagerly seeking out her breasts in a desperate attempt to distract myself, to stave off my orgasm. Her fingers dug into my thighs as I pulled her head back, bending her body away from me; I raised one breast to my lips, laving the nipple before sucking it into my mouth.. in my excitement, I nearly missed her keening.
Please, Miss.. please.. yes.. please..
I let my fingers continue what my mouth had started and raised my head to meet her eyes. I had her head bent at a rather uncomfortable angle, but I didn't care- it showed off the expanse of her neck, and arched her back so her breasts were pushed out toward me quite prettily. I pinched her nipple, hard, and she responded with the most beautiful yip I'd ever heard.
What. Is. It.
I.. need to come, Miss.. please.. I don't want you to stop. I want to come for you.. please let me..
I ran my teeth up the side of her neck, biting the tender flesh, eliciting more of those lovely little noises. S's hands dug into my hips, the fingernails pressing in painful little half-moons through the cloth of my breeches, a silent warning that he wasn't far from losing control himself. I let go of her tit reluctantly, circling her throat with my hand instead, putting just enough pressure into my grip to make sure she was paying close attention before I spoke, my lips brushing her ear.
If you even think about coming before I do, your punishment will be unimaginable. Finish me off, and then I might consider your request.
I pushed her face back between my legs before she could finish her whimper of disappointment, and- keeping a firm grip on her hair- held her in place as her tongue dove immediately back into my slick folds, seeking out my clit. This time I let her know exactly how she was doing.
That's it, slut. You love the taste of my pussy, don't you, you dirty fucking whore. Love to have your mouth on me. Show me how much you love it.. tongue my clit, bitch. There- just there. Harder. Gods- you were *made* for licking pussy, you nasty little girl.. you should see yourself, on your knees, desperate to fuck me with your tongue. Don't you DARE fucking stop.. make me come..
S's fingers dug deeper into my hips as he tried to keep from thrusting up into me, relying on the steady contractions of my cunt to bring about his own orgasm, and just before his teeth came down on the back of my neck he growled something I'd never heard him say before.
Fuck.. please..
If I could describe in detail the subsequent events- the exquisite spasms and screams of my orgasm, S's thick, hot cum filling me in spurts as he drew blood with his teeth- I would. But honestly, those moments are nearly non-existent in my memory. Every now and then we're lucky to have an orgasm of that intensity.. those are the moments video cameras are made for, and even now, nearly 18 years later, I'm sorry we didn't have one that day.
Confession time: I am typically utterly useless after an orgasm. Not much awareness, inability to put together a coherent sentence, all floppy and relaxed. Some people find it endearing. :) With a little effort I can usually pull myself back together in a minute or two.. sometimes a bit longer.
I mustered enough energy to tenderly lick M's face clean of my fluids, then send her to the kitchen to get something to eat and wait for my next instructions. As soon as she was out of sight I tried to move from S's lap to tend to his own sticky situation, but he stopped me with incredibly gentle hands, wordlessly shifting me around until I was cradled in his arms, my head resting on his chest. I whimpered a bit in protest, but he shushed me, caressing my hair until I relaxed. I lay there for an eternity, quietly enjoying the last twinges of my orgasm and the warmth and comfort of S's embrace, and slowly regained my energy.
It is the mark of a true master to know what the sub needs, even when the sub does not.
Eventually he sighed and nudged me up into a standing position. I was a bit wobbly, but managed to stay on my feet as he stood and tucked himself back into his pants. Taking me back into his arms, he kissed me softly on the lips before stepping back to straighten my clothing into something resembling normalcy. He regarded me with a smile I couldn't help returning.
You are doing an amazing job, little one. I couldn't be more proud of you.
I felt the blush staining my cheeks. Thank you, sir.
He took my hand in his, pressed it for a moment over the front of his jeans, where I could feel his cock beginning to harden.
I'm going to leave the two of you to your own devices for the afternoon, but I expect you to help me with this later.
I whimpered, licking my lips, wanting to help him now but knowing better than to ask. Yes, sir.
He placed a kiss on the palm of my hand and headed to his office, shutting the door firmly behind him. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found M sitting at the kitchen table as demurely as one can when they're naked. She'd not only finished her own lunch as requested, she'd also made my favorite sandwich for me; it sat in front of my usual place with a drink and some of the strawberries I'd picked from the garden the day before. It did not escape my notice that a small bowl of cream sat next to the strawberries.
What a naughty little thing she was.
She didn't look up at me when I walked in, but she did lean into my hand as I slid it across her jaw, tilting her head up so I could kiss her, and there was no hesitation when I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue. I let my hand drift down over her breasts, her nipples hardening at my touch, then toward her lap, stopping just before reaching her cunt. She whimpered into my mouth, rocking forward to chase my fingers, but I pulled them away. I kissed the top of her head and chuckled, giving her nipples a playful pinch.
Time enough for that after lunch. What a good little girl you were for making this for me.
Her hands were tightly fisted in her lap, her breathing shallow as she tried to bring herself under control. Thank you, Miss. I hope you enjoy it.
I grinned as I settled into my chair. Oh, I'm certain I will.
By the time I was finished with my sandwich, she'd managed to regain some composure. I handed her my plate; when she returned from the sink I stopped her from sitting down.
On the table.
Miss?
Lay down on your back on the table. Now.
She perched gingerly on the edge of the table, testing its strength, before sliding onto it and laying down.
Arms over your head.
She complied, and the presentation was quite lovely.. I couldn't resist taking a moment to admire it.
Very good. Tell me something.
Of course, Miss.
What was going through your mind when you chose this particular dessert?
I.. I thought you'd like it, Miss.
If I have to get up from this table and get something to properly punish you with, I will be most displeased. Now, I can answer the question for you, but I would greatly prefer to hear you say it. Would you like to try again?
Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss. I thought perhaps.. perhaps you'd like to use the cream to play with, Miss.
There, see? Wasn't so difficult, was it?
No, Miss.
I ran my finger through the cream absently, making little patterns as I continued to regard her. And if I were to consider using this cream, how would you suggest I do so?
There was that catch in her breathing, the one that made her jiggle in such an alluring way. I slid my cream-covered finger into my mouth to cover my reaction to it.
You could.. if it pleased you.. lick it off me, Miss.
Hmm. Don't you think you taste sweet enough? I assure you, you're quite delicious on your own.
Another catch, and I bit my finger to keep my mind on where it needed to be.
Thank you, Miss.
I stood, hooking her legs to pull her to the edge of the table, then scooped up a large dollop of cream on two fingers and raised one eyebrow.
Where would you like me to start?
She either wasn't used to giving instructions, or wasn't used to giving women instructions, because getting her to tell me anything was like pulling teeth. I was patient.. okay, I was stubborn.. however, and refused to touch her until she told me specifically what she wanted.
It didn't take long to confirm what I'd already suspected- she definitely knew what she wanted, and once she was given the chance to express it, there wasn't much she held back. We went through three bowls of cream before I ever reached her cunt; I lapped it like a kitten from all over her body as she writhed and moaned and guided my mouth with her words.
I made her beg before I touched her pussy; I made her spread her legs for me, show me how wet she was, tell me how much she needed me to lick her. I made her taste herself and tell me how much she loved it. When I was satisfied- and she was nearly insensate- I sat on my chair, put her legs on my shoulders, and covered her pussy with the last of the cream.
It took four orgasms to lick all of it off, because I'm thorough like that, and as I helped her off the table I noted that the stains would probably not be coming out of my clothing.
It was a fair trade, I suppose.
to be concluded..
Close?
Mhm.
May I help you, sir?
He shifted his head and ran his tongue over one side of my jaw, licking M's juices off my skin. What did you have in mind?
I thought I would suck you off, sir. If you'd like that.
His tongue trailed up the other side of my jaw, and I shuddered in response. Do you think it would be appropriate for your sub to see you on your knees in front of me?
I tilted my head so he could continue down my neck. I don't think it quite lines up otherwise, sir.. and we haven't finished installing the gravity boots.
He laughed, his head leaning back against the top of the chair. His smile didn't fade as his eyes shifted from amusement to.. something else, and I felt myself getting even more aroused.
These are your old pants, right?
I glanced down to double-check that I was wearing my older pair of riding breeches. Correct, sir.
His hands moved before I realized it, tearing a hole along the seam between my legs, and his fingers pushed easily into the opening, testing my wetness.
He needn't have bothered.
Shifting me further into his lap, he allowed me to guide his cock to my pussy.. but as soon as the tip nudged my entrance he pulled down hard on my hips, sheathing himself fully. I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder, as he kept one hand on my hip and wrapped my hair around his other, turning my head so he could growl into my ear.
She's watching, you know.
I was busy rocking my hips back and forth to seat him even deeper in my cunt, so it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw M's eyes on us, her skin flushed with arousal, slick with sweat and her juices. Turning back to S, I put my own lips close to his ear. The tear that he had put in my breeches had widened as I'd moved, fully exposing my pussy, and I'd had an idea.
How close are you?
I can wait.
I leaned back to give myself room, and- with a little assistance- turned in his lap so that my back rested against his chest, his cock never leaving my pussy. I felt his teeth brush the back of my neck as his hands roamed my body.
I love when you do that.
I had the decency to not chuckle at his expense; I had to admit, it was an impressive move, one that I purposely held out for special occasions. Like this one.
I motioned to M, pointing to the spot between S's (and my) spread legs. She crawled across the floor- such a lovely sight!- and knelt in front of us, her eyes cast downward.
Is he right? Were you watching?
Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss.
Mmm. We'll have to deal with that when I'm not quite so.. occupied. I brushed the hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face, tucking it behind her ears, then caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up toward me.
Since you're there, you can make yourself useful. I want you to use your mouth on me. I expect you to make me come, so you'd better put good effort into it. Do you understand?
Her brow furrowed, just for a moment, but her voice was steady when she answered.
Yes, Miss. But I.. I don't know what to do..
I settled back into S's arms, angling myself better for her, and smiled. You will.
Seeing her hands shake as she raised them to my thighs, as she used her fingertips to barely stroke my folds, then spread my lips to expose my clit, was driving me mad. I gave her not so much as a whimper of approval as she gathered my wetness on her fingers, working carefully around S's cock since neither of us had given her permission to touch him, nor as she circled my clit with them, nor as she finally gathered her courage to lean forward, her tongue darting out and barely making contact with me.
She paused, whether for effect or in preparation for the lightning strike I have no idea, but eventually decided that the situation was to her liking. Resting her hands on my thighs, M settled more comfortably between our legs and, as S and I watched, licked another girl's pussy for the first time.
I'd been with a number of girls before M, the majority of whom were significantly more experienced than her; I knew what it was like to be at the hands (and tongue) of some very talented and eager subs, and had had some amazing orgasms with them. So while I had to acknowledge that her technique was going to need a hell of a lot of work (everyone has to start somewhere, after all), I found M's uncertainty ridiculously arousing. The situation was doing good things for S as well, if the hard, rhythmic spasms of the cock still buried in my cunt were any indication. The combination had me on the edge of orgasm long before I was ready; when she let out the tiniest moan of pleasure as her tongue danced over my clit, I was nearly undone. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her upright on her knees, kissing her roughly, my other hand eagerly seeking out her breasts in a desperate attempt to distract myself, to stave off my orgasm. Her fingers dug into my thighs as I pulled her head back, bending her body away from me; I raised one breast to my lips, laving the nipple before sucking it into my mouth.. in my excitement, I nearly missed her keening.
Please, Miss.. please.. yes.. please..
I let my fingers continue what my mouth had started and raised my head to meet her eyes. I had her head bent at a rather uncomfortable angle, but I didn't care- it showed off the expanse of her neck, and arched her back so her breasts were pushed out toward me quite prettily. I pinched her nipple, hard, and she responded with the most beautiful yip I'd ever heard.
What. Is. It.
I.. need to come, Miss.. please.. I don't want you to stop. I want to come for you.. please let me..
I ran my teeth up the side of her neck, biting the tender flesh, eliciting more of those lovely little noises. S's hands dug into my hips, the fingernails pressing in painful little half-moons through the cloth of my breeches, a silent warning that he wasn't far from losing control himself. I let go of her tit reluctantly, circling her throat with my hand instead, putting just enough pressure into my grip to make sure she was paying close attention before I spoke, my lips brushing her ear.
If you even think about coming before I do, your punishment will be unimaginable. Finish me off, and then I might consider your request.
I pushed her face back between my legs before she could finish her whimper of disappointment, and- keeping a firm grip on her hair- held her in place as her tongue dove immediately back into my slick folds, seeking out my clit. This time I let her know exactly how she was doing.
That's it, slut. You love the taste of my pussy, don't you, you dirty fucking whore. Love to have your mouth on me. Show me how much you love it.. tongue my clit, bitch. There- just there. Harder. Gods- you were *made* for licking pussy, you nasty little girl.. you should see yourself, on your knees, desperate to fuck me with your tongue. Don't you DARE fucking stop.. make me come..
S's fingers dug deeper into my hips as he tried to keep from thrusting up into me, relying on the steady contractions of my cunt to bring about his own orgasm, and just before his teeth came down on the back of my neck he growled something I'd never heard him say before.
Fuck.. please..
If I could describe in detail the subsequent events- the exquisite spasms and screams of my orgasm, S's thick, hot cum filling me in spurts as he drew blood with his teeth- I would. But honestly, those moments are nearly non-existent in my memory. Every now and then we're lucky to have an orgasm of that intensity.. those are the moments video cameras are made for, and even now, nearly 18 years later, I'm sorry we didn't have one that day.
Confession time: I am typically utterly useless after an orgasm. Not much awareness, inability to put together a coherent sentence, all floppy and relaxed. Some people find it endearing. :) With a little effort I can usually pull myself back together in a minute or two.. sometimes a bit longer.
I mustered enough energy to tenderly lick M's face clean of my fluids, then send her to the kitchen to get something to eat and wait for my next instructions. As soon as she was out of sight I tried to move from S's lap to tend to his own sticky situation, but he stopped me with incredibly gentle hands, wordlessly shifting me around until I was cradled in his arms, my head resting on his chest. I whimpered a bit in protest, but he shushed me, caressing my hair until I relaxed. I lay there for an eternity, quietly enjoying the last twinges of my orgasm and the warmth and comfort of S's embrace, and slowly regained my energy.
It is the mark of a true master to know what the sub needs, even when the sub does not.
Eventually he sighed and nudged me up into a standing position. I was a bit wobbly, but managed to stay on my feet as he stood and tucked himself back into his pants. Taking me back into his arms, he kissed me softly on the lips before stepping back to straighten my clothing into something resembling normalcy. He regarded me with a smile I couldn't help returning.
You are doing an amazing job, little one. I couldn't be more proud of you.
I felt the blush staining my cheeks. Thank you, sir.
He took my hand in his, pressed it for a moment over the front of his jeans, where I could feel his cock beginning to harden.
I'm going to leave the two of you to your own devices for the afternoon, but I expect you to help me with this later.
I whimpered, licking my lips, wanting to help him now but knowing better than to ask. Yes, sir.
He placed a kiss on the palm of my hand and headed to his office, shutting the door firmly behind him. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found M sitting at the kitchen table as demurely as one can when they're naked. She'd not only finished her own lunch as requested, she'd also made my favorite sandwich for me; it sat in front of my usual place with a drink and some of the strawberries I'd picked from the garden the day before. It did not escape my notice that a small bowl of cream sat next to the strawberries.
What a naughty little thing she was.
She didn't look up at me when I walked in, but she did lean into my hand as I slid it across her jaw, tilting her head up so I could kiss her, and there was no hesitation when I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue. I let my hand drift down over her breasts, her nipples hardening at my touch, then toward her lap, stopping just before reaching her cunt. She whimpered into my mouth, rocking forward to chase my fingers, but I pulled them away. I kissed the top of her head and chuckled, giving her nipples a playful pinch.
Time enough for that after lunch. What a good little girl you were for making this for me.
Her hands were tightly fisted in her lap, her breathing shallow as she tried to bring herself under control. Thank you, Miss. I hope you enjoy it.
I grinned as I settled into my chair. Oh, I'm certain I will.
By the time I was finished with my sandwich, she'd managed to regain some composure. I handed her my plate; when she returned from the sink I stopped her from sitting down.
On the table.
Miss?
Lay down on your back on the table. Now.
She perched gingerly on the edge of the table, testing its strength, before sliding onto it and laying down.
Arms over your head.
She complied, and the presentation was quite lovely.. I couldn't resist taking a moment to admire it.
Very good. Tell me something.
Of course, Miss.
What was going through your mind when you chose this particular dessert?
I.. I thought you'd like it, Miss.
If I have to get up from this table and get something to properly punish you with, I will be most displeased. Now, I can answer the question for you, but I would greatly prefer to hear you say it. Would you like to try again?
Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss. I thought perhaps.. perhaps you'd like to use the cream to play with, Miss.
There, see? Wasn't so difficult, was it?
No, Miss.
I ran my finger through the cream absently, making little patterns as I continued to regard her. And if I were to consider using this cream, how would you suggest I do so?
There was that catch in her breathing, the one that made her jiggle in such an alluring way. I slid my cream-covered finger into my mouth to cover my reaction to it.
You could.. if it pleased you.. lick it off me, Miss.
Hmm. Don't you think you taste sweet enough? I assure you, you're quite delicious on your own.
Another catch, and I bit my finger to keep my mind on where it needed to be.
Thank you, Miss.
I stood, hooking her legs to pull her to the edge of the table, then scooped up a large dollop of cream on two fingers and raised one eyebrow.
Where would you like me to start?
She either wasn't used to giving instructions, or wasn't used to giving women instructions, because getting her to tell me anything was like pulling teeth. I was patient.. okay, I was stubborn.. however, and refused to touch her until she told me specifically what she wanted.
It didn't take long to confirm what I'd already suspected- she definitely knew what she wanted, and once she was given the chance to express it, there wasn't much she held back. We went through three bowls of cream before I ever reached her cunt; I lapped it like a kitten from all over her body as she writhed and moaned and guided my mouth with her words.
I made her beg before I touched her pussy; I made her spread her legs for me, show me how wet she was, tell me how much she needed me to lick her. I made her taste herself and tell me how much she loved it. When I was satisfied- and she was nearly insensate- I sat on my chair, put her legs on my shoulders, and covered her pussy with the last of the cream.
It took four orgasms to lick all of it off, because I'm thorough like that, and as I helped her off the table I noted that the stains would probably not be coming out of my clothing.
It was a fair trade, I suppose.
to be concluded..
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