by D STEP
Then Jessie went quiet too. She noticed the thin film of moisture that had seeped through my panties as I barked her commands. It was layered on the outside of the sheer material I wore over my pussy. She pulled my pantywaist forward and away from my belly again and I felt the soft elastic material stretching and tensioned at my hipbones. Sticky stringy webs attached to the inside of my panties. The thin creamy strings connected from the inner facing of my panties to the plump surface of my cleanly-shaved mound.
Jessie’s puppy-eyes looked up again, “Do you want me to eat all of that now, ma’am?” She went into an obedient slave character.
“Are you questioning me?” I asked
“Oh no, ma’am. I wouldn’t.”
I yanked into her hair.
“Are you mocking meeee?” I snarled as I yanked and showed my teeth. “Do you want me to spank you little girlllll?”
“Yes ma’am, yes.”
“Then I won’t!”
I rammed her face hard onto my creamy, sodden panties. My essence smelled heavenly and she nuzzled into it. A round, creamy spot transferred from my soaked panties onto the point of her nose.
“Take my panties off!”
“Yes, ma’am.” She obeyed and went to pulling my panties down.
“Not like that girllll!”
She looked up at my stern face. She was timid and confused.
“With your TEETH!” I barked.
“Okay, kay,” she said with unquestioning obedience.
I felt a sudden spastic pinch inside my pussy as she obeyed my sexual commands. I tried to keep a stern face and was fighting not give away any signs of the sweet twitching sensation that was throbbing rampantly below my navel. But for the love of God, my pussy would not stop twitching. Twitching tightly, sweetly. It felt so fucking good, boggling my senses. I closed my eyes for a moment, swallowed slowly, trying to quell the fire in my pussy. Calm my heat. That’s when my pussy decided to paint along my thigh with my juice. It painted a single line; it was short and it seeped from the tight elastic leg of the black sheer material that I wore.
I tried to act as if the fine trickle of juice dripping down my thigh wasn’t there. Tried to keep my knees from wobbling, hardened my stare and said, “What’s that you say?”
I snarled at her with a reprimanding wink, narrowing only one eye and crimpling my forehead. She knew she should never address me without referring to me by my title.
“Sorry, ma’am. Sorry.”
Her teeth smoothly slid down between the meat of my hipbone and the waist of my panties. She closed her teeth together against my skin to get a grip at the waist. Her teeth were hard and cool and smooth and… ohhh, so titillating. The tingly sensation reminiscent of the first time ever having her mouth down south on me made my body shiver. I strained to keep my knees straight. It didn’t work.
She noticed how pliable my knees went when she grazed against my hipbone with her teeth. I could tell that she liked it. She sexily bit on the tender baby flesh around my hipbone, caressing my aroused flesh with the edge of her teeth. I struggled to keep my pussy in order but it was uncontrollable, bad-behaving, and flooding. Another sudden flowing outburst of juice from my pussy flooding into the juice that already lingered on me caused the second drip to drizzle down from me. It formed a second wet running line down my thigh. My mouth hung open and my lips went slack; my lower lip trembled. Fuck, her lesbian mouth felt good on my body. And her long thick tongue wasn’t even in my pussy yet. I hoped I wouldn’t die. If I did, it was worth it.
A dream or a nightmare?
CHAPTER 4
I peaked with arousal, totally focused on sex and the sweet pleasure that hummed beneath my skin at her every touch. My sexual energies and spirit transcended to their highest heights; my sexual senses sharpened but everything else in the world was nonsense and irrelevant. The only thing that mattered right now was her: her tongue, her fingers, the touches, the kisses, the licks, the bites, the sucks, the feeling, the fucking, the wetness, my pussy, the pleasure. All the irrelevant sounds of the outside world faded to a dull blur, and inside my ears my heart thudded too loudly against my eardrums.
Between my legs grew so sensitive that I could feel the difference between her body’s heat and the room’s warmth. I felt when her face was away from my pelvis and when it was close. Her body radiated a soft euphoric heat. A heat that lovers share with each other. A heat that felt so intimate, so personal, so close, and so fucking erotic. A soft bliss climbed in my belly just from knowing that the lovers’ heat I felt wasn’t against my feet, or belly, or face. It was felt lower, close to my pussy, so close to my pussy. It made me even wetter knowing the soft heat on my pussy was coming from her face.
I had never known that sensing someone’s heat could make me so wet. Just the mere heat, no touch. Her mouth went up. My pussy cried as she rubbed her warm cheek on my hipbone. I felt my bones vibrating against her jaw, rapt with horniness. My legs rattled. My belly began to sweat lightly. As she pulled her face away, I sensed the distance, a barrage of unwanted cooler room air washed up between my pussy and her face. I wanted her face in my groin, my pussy in her mouth, her tongue between my pussy lips, far up in my hole. My hips strained forward at her tongue. Her face went back down. I felt the heat closer against my pussy, almost touching it as she stretched her tongue out and licked the thin sheet of sweat off my belly, slowly, patiently, one slow lick at a time. Her tongue was soft and thick and smooth, licking on my belly, licking until my sweat disappeared on her tongue. She tasted my sweat, tasted my yearning to be eaten. I wanted her to give in to that yearning.
CHAPTER 5
She licked her upper lip with a curving tongue as she noticed the perceptible swell of my clit. A glimpse of sheen was scintillating at its head. Dim flickers of gloss glinted across the tightly stretched pink skin of my clit; it was erect, widened, and raw with sensitivity. She moaned into my pussy, her face had a druggy-look.
“Mhhmmmm.” A long dragging moan, transmitting her pleasure.
She looked up into my half-shut eyes then in a thickly horny voice asked, “Do you want me to lick you, ma’am? Eat your pussy? Is that what you’ve always desired? My tongue?”
“Yes, oh yes, yes. Eat me, girlllll. Devour me.”
She wasted no time, lengthened her tongue onto my folds, and made a long, slow, slow, slow, mightily slow, lick. The lick didn’t start from the middle of my wetness. It started before my opening. Below. From under my pussy. She slowly dragged her tongue up to my entrance, dragged the broadness of her tongue through the wet soft river up over my pretty, swollen, and sensitive clit. She kept going, dragging it up to my belly, to inside my navel, dragging it up to a kiss, and then biting into the curving nape of my neck. My knees jerked, clattered together sharply. My hand palmed the crown of her head. I moaned with my eyes closed. A long moan, fighting to withstand all the pleasures running up and down my body. I rubbed down to the back of her head, stuffed her face back down between my legs.
She re-wetted her tongue. She started at the same spot, between my asshole and pussy. The second touch of her tongue on me caused a sharp belly-flattening inhale. I showed my eyes, gripped into her soft hair, restrained her so she would not come up. She obeyed, keeping her face in my pussy.
Against her tongue my impossibly stiff clit felt fevered with warmth, stretching further than I ever thought it could go. I desired to be fucked, needed to be fucked. She buried her tongue down my hole. I was almost too narrow, too wet. She let her tongue settle in my pussy. My opening winked around her tongue, but she kept it in, lengthened it down further inside me, stiffened her tongue to a pointed tip, and flicked it upward against the inner roof of my sensitive slit. She flicked it over and over again, then rammed it down in my hole. Pulled it out. Rammed it back in. Her wet lips slapped against my wet folds, her tongue stiff and smooth and long and pink. She plunged it back down into my pussy, my pussy wetter than a diving competition. She stopped abruptly and kept still, letting my juices
soak into her thick tongue. My pussy reacted and she sharply hauled her stiff tongue out. I felt the absence of her tongue in between my folds, the absence of her warmth, the emptiness from her withdrawn tongue, and my pussy squeezed itself together with nothing inside to squeeze itself on, and even that felt good.
She teased a soft flick at the tip of my clit. I squeezed again. Ohh, lord, I wanted more. I wanted hard. I wanted tongue. I wanted to be tongue-fucked. I needed my pussy sucked. My juices were thicker as they scribbled formlessly down my thighs. My thighs were now dangerously wet, juices scrawling down the pulsing sides of my pink fold against my will. They caused the delightful feeling of warm, wiggly trickle between my inner thighs, caused from too much pleasure. I felt the fading change in temperature of the wetness against me as it softly changed from warm, to nothing, to cool. It made my nipples thicken and my pussy sharply scrunch inwardly, so tight. My once clean, blank legs were now a mess with the squiggling running lines of my wet succulence. Her hand reached up and barely grazed an open palm over my nipple. I felt her horny pinching fingers clipping and nipping on top of my breast hunting to locate my nipples without looking up from her heftily wet meal.
She found them quite easily even through my thin blouse. My puffy nipples were standing at attention, hard and bothered. I felt the sensation of the first pinch and my teeth clattered shut. The fleshy pad of her fingers pinched on the head of my nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and finger as if opening a peanut shell, not hard, just the right amount of pressure that pleased me so much. Perfect. So perfect. So sweet. She pinched them, kept rolling them between the tips of her fingers. They were being twisted and spun and turned and twisted and pulled and rubbed and rolled… and then she licked the middle of my pussy. She began splurgingly licking my folds, then her tongue found the smooth spot on top of my clit to skid on. My teeth instantly clanged down again, on top of each other hard, it raised my facial bone structure that framed around the edge-lines of my cheeks. My clit was a swollen heartbeat and my face heated up in bright red. I wanted her to stop before I died.
She didn’t stop. She grabbed onto the flesh of my breast, butterfly flickered her tongue on my clit, groped my breast, squeezed my entire breast, pinched my nipples, stretched her tongue inside me, and squeezed my nipples. She buried her tongue, softened her lips against my folds. An unbearable desire stretched from my inner pink and jerked a tensed string in the hollow of my navel, immediately tightening my responsive nipples between her fingers. The sensation twiddled and nibbled and nipped the erection in my nipples- it was a sharp, running, prickly sensation in them. Pinging, pinging, at the sharp corner edges of my hardened knobs. It rattled me hard, deep down into my sensibility. I was losing my senses. I moaned insensibly, thickly, dying.
“Arrggh, huh, huh.”
She reacted to the sound of my moan, my sweet encouragement. She greedily widened her mouth and suctioned my clit into it. My pussy fluttered. A wild attack of asthma went straight in my pussy, my clit suffering severe hiccups and trauma. It wouldn’t stop jumping with all I tried. It was jumping, stiffening, clenching, jumping, visibly tugging itself tight for attention. An internal muscle was tightening the tug between my clit, my asshole, and my navel, as if they were all connected by a string. She felt the jump inside her mouth, on her tongue. I could see that she loved it, that she wanted more.
I loved it more. My pussy forcefully squashed firmly into her mouth and kept pressing. The feel of it jumping against her soft, moist, pliable tongue. She held her tongue steady and pressed it back onto my clit and I braced encouragingly. Orgasmic winks rolled under my navel, swelling into one big grabbing pulse clawing deep in my cunt. I forced my clit harder against her tongue and humped it, fucking her face, grabbing her head and beginning to fuck her mouth wildly, my eyes closed, head thrown back. She twisted harder on my livened nipple. It was the perfect combination to throw my orgasm over the cliff.
She started sucking my pussy as I mercilessly raped her tongue. Her juice-thirsty mouth sucked me greedily and wholly. And, ohh, so fucking sweet, so sweet, her mouth should not feel so damn good. Oh God, her mouth felt good on my pussy. It was almost too sweet, too powerful. All my senses began to rapture, my pussy throbbing, my eardrums swelling inside my ears, orgasm climbing fast, ripping through me, even the tiniest of veins inside me convulsed. I shook uncontrollably in her mouth, her body melting down. My entire pussy disappeared into her mouth and I died in heaven. My cum busted out of me. My legs went twisted, knock-kneed. I fell, eyes closed, fluttering, rolling back into my head, legs shaking, shaking, rattling.
She wanted to keep me cumming as long as she could. She grabbed onto my ass cheek and pinned me forcibly in her mouth before I fell on her face again. Her fingers pressed hard into my ass cheek as she drained every last bit of cum out of my pussy into her mouth. Her groping of my ass felt too good. I tried to hump her tongue but I was too weak and fickle and destroyed. She took over from my humping waist and sucked on me with all her passion and soul and mind and body and tonsils and lungs. She was moaning passionately in my pussy as my warm cum flourished down my heated folds onto her tongue. She sucked the entire pint of cum out of me and swallowed tastily. My brain still thrashed but I thought, this fucking girl cannot be an apprentice. No flipping way. She kept stacking on rupturing pleasure with her mouth; she would not let up. She kept on sucking. I wasn’t sure if I would cum again or die first. Her thick moans transmitted a deathly sweet hum through my nervous, shaking body. She subsumed her thick tongue far down into my wetness as I exploded into ecstasy.
“Oh dammmn! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming!”
Oh God, Jessie was skilled.
It was Paul’s hand that shook me out my dream.
“Are you having a nightmare?”
I snapped up, a bit confused as to where I was, “Huh? What’s that?”
“Why are you twisting like that?”
“Sorry I was having a dream?”
“About Jessie?”
My heart hitched. “Huh? What’s that?”
“You kept calling Jessie’s name.”
“Yeah, oh yeah, she was drowning in my dream and I was trying to save her,” I lied.
I hopped out of the bed to wash my face and get myself together. My panties were soaked and forehead wet. I looked on the time on the wall. Within the next hour I should be up and off to work. My heart leapt just at the thought of going to office, seeing Jessie. What would things be like in the next couple of hours?
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She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards, moving her hips faster, filling her hands with her tits and pinching the nipples hard, biting her lip, already feeling like she was close to orgasm.
All of a sudden she heard a sound behind her. She stopped moving, whipping her head around. Someone else was in the bathroom. A man stood in the doorway, his face in shadow. She yelped and jumped off of Brandon, scrabbling to pick her coat up from the floor to cover herself.
Brandon yanked his boxers off the couch and held them to his crotch. They sat frozen side by side on the couch. The stranger took a few steps towards them, then stopped.
Rhia could see by the way he was dressed that he was also a chef. Even taller than Brandon, he towered over them, a wry smile on his admittedly handsome face. He had black hair and wicked-looking blue eyes. He fixed his gaze on Rhia, smirking as he looked her up and down.
“Well, what have we here?” His voice was deep, with a trace of laughter in it.
Rhia reached down to pick up the rest of her clothes off the floor, but the man moved forward and stepped on them, sliding them away from her with his shoe. She looked up at him, her eyes flaring with anger, but he just chuckled.
“Give her the clothes,” Brandon commanded, his voice tinged with anger.
The stranger shook his head and dragged the mound of clothing closer to him, stooping to pick it up and place it on the counter.
“I like her the way she is,” he smirked. “And I have an idea. You’re going to share her.”
Brandon laughed in disbelief. “Seriously? I don’t think so, man. Just give her the clothes and we’ll be out of your way.”
“You’re in the competition, right sweetie?” He directed the question at Rhia.
“Don’t call me sweetie. But yeah, I’m competing.”
“Well what do you think the committee would say if I told them that you’re in this bathroom fucking your boyfriend right now? I think you’d be disqualified.”
“You wanker!” Rhia yelled, her cheeks blazing with anger and humiliation. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh but I can,” the handsome stranger murmured, taking a step closer to Rhia. She drew back against the couch.. . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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