One Purpose, Her Pleasure Ch. 03
I had taken my sweet time in the bathroom ensuring I thoroughly cleansed myself, but cleaning my dick and balls was no easy task. I had to pause a few times, fearing I might explode from the release I craved so much. But as I scrubbed, all I could think about was my mistress' disapproval.
How on earth did she have so much control over me? What kind of spell had she cast upon me? I was following her commands even when she wasn't around. It f*cking felt surreal yet somehow totally right.
I wrestled with my emotions - pleasure, excitement, disappointment, submission, and frustration. I yearned for her, wanted her, but I wanted relief too. But that was her decision, I reminded myself as I cautiously bathed. And it was her decision because I'd pledged to her. I promised to serve her, to pleasure her.
I exited the bathroom, cleaner and calmer, teeming with a burning desire. I strutted about, feeling like I'd just won a million dollars. Proud of my commitment.
The mistress rose from her desk, turning off her computer. She crossed the room, and as she neared, she caught me peering at her laptop.
"Don't even worry about that," she laughed. "I was just checking up on some of your fellow slaves."
My heart sank a little, realising her attention wasn't solely on me. Would she be treating me like every other slave, sharing some man's junk?
She grinned, looking at my cock. "However, you're the only slave with a cock in this situation. And that makes things a little different from what I'm used to."
My pulse raced, and my secret fantasies bubbled up. How high was she in the Domme hierarchy? Who were these other slaves? Should I inquire, get to know what I was getting myself into? Was I jeopardising all this unbridled fun?
But she must've read my thoughts because she fixed me with a malicious glare. "Don't even think of questioning me, slave. I decide what you get to know. And right now, you need to remember your place. New information won't make a difference: my pleasure is supreme, while yours comes second."
I swallowed hard, and my feet did a 180-degree turn. This was beyond me. She held all the power. Questioning would only fuck up her plans and my unforgettable experience.
She slowly ambled towards me, grabbed my cock and left no doubt about my raging arousal. My heart raced, straining against her firm grip. I caught my breath, suppressed my orgasm, just waiting for my Mistresses next move.
"You kept faithful in my absinth, little sub. Retaining control just as you were taught," she nodded approvingly before loosening her grip. "The higher level of trust and devotion, the more excited I am to explore you."
I agreed, "I'll cum when you command, Mistress."
"Good boy," she replied, tightening the grip slightly, "This little arrangement will aid your plight in not disappointing me."
As she stood, she sauntered back to the chest of drawers and rummaged through it. I imagined my cock under her hands. I hoped she savoured its pressing arousal.
When she returned, she held a black g-string with two silver rings wrapping around the front part of the underwear.
"I've got a new thing for you to wear," she raved, wagging it in front of my face. "Something to accentuate that magnificent cock you have."
"It looks amazing, Mistress," I gasped, excitement and nervousness contending, unsure of the cock ring's effects. Would it hurt?
"Magnificent, yes," she agreed, winking. "This one will support that gorgeous cock and delay your ejaculation."
She bent and instructed, "Step into it and let me pull it up your legs."
I did, and she ran the little strip of fabric up my legs, stopping to pull it taut around my testicles and cock. "Do I approve of your new look?" she purred.
I stuttered, "Oh, it feels divine, Mistress."
"Perfect," she smiled slyly, testing the security of the hoops around my manhood. And thats when she said, "And you'll need every bit of support, slave. Make sure you don't disappoint me."
"No, ma'am, definitely not." I gulped as she tugged my cock and balls through their restraints. The devices squeezed tightly around my members, and I saw my cock swell in response to its confinement, the veins bulging along the sides, and my head aching. There was no discomfort, simply a feeling of constraint and pressure. I found the sensation enjoyable.
"Fantastic. Because if you displease me, I'll punish you, and then I'll discard you. And trust me when I say, you don't want that."
She stood up and took a step back to marvel at her handiwork. My desire rose again as I gazed at her in her white garment with black-framed lacy hipster panties, an equally alluring black bra that showcased her almost bursting breasts, and white sheer stockings with black-laced tops.
"Gorgeous." she murmured softly. My arousal was now surging at full speed, as I looked back at her. I closed my eyes to try and regain my composure. Slowing my breaths, I could hear her speaking softly.
"Perhaps if you behave yourself, I might introduce you to my other slaves. I'm sure they'd do anything to have that cock on their bodies. Wet and slippery, slipping over their breasts, lips, asses, and pussies."
I whimpered quietly at the thought. Feeling her hands on my hips, I opened my eyes as she turned me so she stood between the bed and me.
"Now, kneel down on your knees, my little slave, and put your hands behind your back. It's time for you to worship your mistress's body with that innocent little face." She ordered, smirking at me.
So, I did as instructed. On my knees, my gaze was level with the crotch of her panties, my gaze fixed on the protruding mound of her pussy concealed by the thin fabric. I focused on the plump lips tensioning the fabric, framing her opening. My breathing deepened, and my cock ached with lust for her.
She reached down, running her hand through my hair, along my jaw, and down the side of my face. Cupping my chin, she tilted it up to make eye contact.
"Do you crave my pussy, don't you?" she asked softly, her expression playful. Her gaze held me captive, and I fell under her spell.
"Yes, mistress, I do. I want to kiss, lick, and suck you. I want to taste you." I whispered softly, staring longingly at her.
She smiled. "You long for my pussy to ooze over your lips as you shove your tongue deep inside me."
I shivered with desire and my cock strained painfully with the thought. "Yes, mistress, please, I do."
"You wish for me to grind my slick, sloppy cunt onto your face, using your as my slave."
I gasped for air and struggled to say anything. "Please, mistress." I implored, opening my mouth hungrily while staring at her.
"Will you beg to have your mouth filled with my cum?"
I moaned deeply and strained to respond. "Yes... mistress." I begged.
She chuckled and turned, swaying her hips and brushing the mound of her pussy across my face before quickly pulling back. The fabric was warm and made me salivate.
"Say it," she ordered.
"Please fuck my face, mistress. Please use me. Please cum in my mouth." I replied eagerly, yet without hesitation. But then, she shocked me.
"Maybe I'll do that..." she teased. "But first, I want you to worship my ass."
She turned slowly, brushing her hip and then ass cheek across my face until she faced away from me. I gazed into the fold between her firm cheeks where her panties lay snugly against her skin.
She looked back at me over her shoulder as she swayed her hips, teasing me by rubbing herself against me. I stared at her ass with eagerness and licked my lips again.
"Press your face into my ass, slave. But keep that mouth sealed. You haven't experienced the joy of my cunt in your mouth yet." She instructed while moving her hips back against me, her firm cheeks clasping me. With only the thin fabric of her tight, silky shorts between my face and her skin, I grew dizzy with pleasure when I felt her embrace for me at last.
I pushed my face quickly into her ass crack and inhaled deeply, savoring her fragrance while growling lasciviously. She tensed her cheeks and thrust her hips back against me, making me breathe her in deeper. I could hear her words, but it proved challenging to concentrate on them as I lost myself in her. Suddenly, she snatched my hair with force and pulled my face against her.
She pulled my face back abruptly, demanding my attention. "Do you like your mistress's ass, slut?"
"Yes, mistress," I replied through her rear, my voice muffled within it. She gave out a waft of her scent as I spoke, and I could feel myself diving further into it. My manhood was once again straining painfully, trying so desperately to free itself of its confinement and my fingers were all too eager to reach for her.
"And is he grateful?" she asked.
I truly was. More than I thought I could possibly be. "Yes, mistress, thank you, thank you for your ass." I gasped out as I wheezed for air, her merciless smothering sealing me in with it. She casually swayed her hips back and forth, continuing to grind her ass into my face while indulging in her sweet feelings of dominance. I listened to her little sighs of pleasure and breathed deeply into her ass, intoxicated by the bliss of experiencing her cleft.
"Good slave," she purred softly. "Worship my ass. You're a good little whore."
For a bit, she quieted down as she relished in her mastery of me. I could feel the heat growing between us, and I yearned for the feel of hers in my face and the savour of her body on my lips.
She then started to raise her hips, bringing them back down while steady on the bed. The bulb of her crotched panty-covered pussy brushed up against my face and back down and her musky sweet electro-sex ecstasy exuded over me. I moaned deeply, eager to pry open my mouth, eager to pleasure her with my lips and tongue.
"Please, mistress…" I begged while whipping into losing control of myself with sexual frustration.
She laughed softly and continued to slide her ass up and down my face with subtle quickness, frequently pausing briefly when her pussy kissed my lips.
"I'm getting rather damp again, my slave. Can you feel it? Can you feel my wetness seeping through my panties?" Feeling her dampness on my lips.
As she repeated that, she again inclined her waist and rested her pussy on my lips. I was gasping for air and was starting to go dizzy.
"Teaching you control, my doe-eyed whore." She mocked, her breathing now erratic from her own sexual arousal.
Her wet panty labia pushed onto my lips again and again, and I could feel her lust taking hold of me.
"My mind is running wild with ideas on how I want to use you. You've been good so far, but I really ache to see and sense your desperation." The smell becoming stronger.
I groaned and she nestled about me once more.
Rising up, she stepped back and faced me once again.
I growled in pure frustration and locked eyes on her.
"Seems like my whore is starting to understand control," she smirked, barely stable from the torrents of her own lust. She stalked back against me and pushed my face into the front of her crotch, restricting the flow of air.
I was tangled up in the fabric of her puffy, soft labia and almost lost it as they parted slightly to accommodate my closed mouth and nose. My chest heaved rhythmically and my body shuddered uncontrollably. My sight wouldn't tear itself away from hers.
"Stay composed, slave." She sang as she began to stroke her crotch back and forth and up and down my face. The soft fabric of her panty-covered pussy rubbed back and forth and up and down my face as she ground with relish into my face.
I moaned out a happy whine in sync with her soft moans.
She playfully ran her hand through my hair while she shook her hips from side to side, taunting me. My legs stayed put and I dared not break eye contact.
"Break. Your. Concentration." She snapped all of a sudden, hurling my face hard into her crotch before fucking my mouth with all her strength. She closed her eyes and cried out in raw passion as her hips rocked back. The intensity bent me backwards slightly, but I pushed forward into her body.
"Submit to my pussy, slave." She snarled as I tried to draw air, my body writhing with relief.
As apprehension set in when I had difficulty inhaling, she yanked me back and I gasped forcefully, gathering as much air as possible.
Before I had a chance to recover, she dragged me back to her pussy. Struggling for air, I moved against her while I heard her laughing.
"Did you really want this, my little whore? Did you really yearn to submerse your face in my moist pussy?" she taunted.
I endeavoured to speak but was unable to before she shoved me away again. "Yes..." I began before I was deprived of any further opportunity as I gulped in the needed air. She pulled me back to her pussy again.
Jittery with the possibility of losing my breath, she pushed me away once more to stare down at me.
"Open your mouth, slut. However, keep your lips and tongue still," she commanded.
I obeyed, opening my mouth as wide as could be and she shoved her crotch into my mouth as she pushed my head backwards, allowing me to gaze into her eyes. I could taste her sweetness seeping from the fabric and my saliva ran uncontrollably as I inhaled deeply, attempting to compose myself.
"You're a nice boy," she cooed while peering down at me to hold her panty-covered crotch. The aroma emanating from her pussy was intoxicating and I moaned deeply into her nether regions. My tongue convulsed desperately to reach out and lick her panties, tasting her exquisite essence. My saliva dripped out of my lips and onto my chin.
"Look at your drool," she chortled as my face turned beet red. I could only nod.
"Do you wish to smother your mistress's hot and moist pussy with your lips and tongue through her panties?" she inquired.
"Yes, please," I murmured into her body while my lips trembled uncontrollably and I hugged her crotch with my mouth. I gazed deeply into her eyes, completely submissive.
She whispered harshly, "I've been an excellent Domme, permitting me to fulfill some of my kinkiest fantasies. You've aided me in achieving new layers of stimulation." Her breaths grew deeper as she played with me. "I've held an eye on your large straining cock...", she left this sentence hanging as I felt her fingers move in my mouth.
"Lick and suck my fingers through my panties," she sighed deeply as she pulled my head into her crotch. I didn't hesitate to comply and I wrapped my lips around the bulges of her fingers and began to suck furiously as I flitted my tongue wildly. Her wetness seeped into my mouth as I slurped up her desire through the material and I delved into her slit with my tongue in long frantic dashes.
I was so desperate to taste her pussy that my own saliva trickled from the corners of my lips and soaked my chin.
"Watch you drooling," she giggled as I blushed immensely. I could only nod.
"Do you want to kiss and lick your Mistress's wet pussy through her panties?" She inquired.
"Yes, please," I mewled into her body as my lips spasmed involuntarily and I pressed my mouth tight against her groin, swallowing her up. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
She chuckled softly and sought friction by pushing back and grinding against me.
I felt a sensation on my lips and opened my eyes to find her sliding her fingers under her waistband and into her panties. I let loose an intense moan as I felt her fingers digging about herself in my mouth.
She moaned as well, enjoying herself as she commenced fondling myself. I shuddered against her body, imagining her fingers caressing her clit, navigating her juiciness, and thrusting them within herself.
"You've excelled at your role as my slave," she crooned. "What with permitting me to fulfil some of my dirtiest kinks," she paused dramatically, causing me to sense her fingers moving in my mouth. "Am I a patient female who has many ways to come before making use of your...", she left the sentence hanging, leaving me feeling a wave of satisfaction.
Suddenly, she snagged my hair and cruelly pulled my head away from her crotch. Removing her fingers out of her panties, she touched them to my lips and then pushed them deep into my mouth. They were dripping with her wetness and I sucked ardently, relishing her free gift.
"That's a good boy," she purred. "Savour my pussy juices on your fingers. Show me how starved you are for me." [end]
As she continued to finger my mouth with her wet fingers, she smirked at me, her desire evidently fueled by her command over me.
"Suck every drop off my fingers. Exhibit how much you savor my taste." She persisted, as I hungrily licked her fingers clean. I closed my eyes, imagining her wetness originating from her pussy.
The hold she now had on me was powerful, and I longed to comply with her requests. The satisfaction from tasting her pussy off her fingers was immensely gratifying; I realized she owned me, and she knew it.
When she deemed my fingers adequately cleaned, she pulled her hand away and smirked.
"I believe my submissive deserves a reward now," she teased, stroking my face with her fingers to remove the remaining saliva. My giddiness intensified, and I nodded, keeping eye contact.
"Thank you, mistress."
She turned, allowing me to appreciate her rear view, then she tugged at the waistband of her shorts. As they revealed her naked bottom, I took a deep breath of admiration. Her ass cheeks were firm indeed, and her wet pussy glistened invitingly. Turning back, she leaned over the bed and displayed her tight opening to me.
"Do you crave licking your mistress's asshole?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress!" I exclaimed eagerly.
"Have you earned that privilege, my humble servant?" she taunted.
"I have. I have." I begged fervently. "May I feast on your buttocks?"
She chuckled and wiggled her ass in front of me.
"I'll make you a deal. You're permitted to lick, kiss, and eat my asshole as thoroughly as you wish... but I require your respect and obedient service," she sneered.
I nodded frantically.
"Laughter echoed through the room as she pretended to be amused.
"Are you an eagerness slave, at my behest and obedient to any request?", she mocked.
"Yes, mistress, I am yours to command. My body is yours."
"Good. Bring my panties here and wrap them around your penis. Secure them tightly. Then, dip your face between my ass cheeks."
I nodded eagerly but had no response.
"I want to observe your's and my pleasure concurrently. Lick my bottom while simultaneously stroking your own cock, at the same rhythm. Do you grasp?"
I complied.
"I want to experience your deep obedience and devotion. Now, get busy, lick my bottom while masturbating."
I fetched her panties from the ground, wrapped them around my erection, and pushed my face between her ass cheeks. It was heavenly and I inserted my tongue into her tight opening.
My tongue plunged ferociously around her anus, and I increased my stroking pace simultaneously. Her moans inspired me.
"Oh my god, slave. Your wet tongue on my asshole feels incredible." She cried in pleasure.
I sucked harder and probed deeper, my coating paving the way.
"Yes, slave, yes." She gasped, grinding into my face. "Know your place, worship me."
I moaned excitedly into her buttocks, my tongue gliding over her. Fearfully, I halted as my climax approached.
"Such a submissive slave aren't you?" She jeered.
Her wiggle of anus intensified my stroking and tonguing.
"Suddenly, I felt the onset of my orgasm in my testicles. In fear, I stopped fondling myself.
"Comprehend this carefully," she sneered, "You may not achieve orgasm. Punishment through utter humiliation awaits you if you dare to prematurely climax. Agree?"
I gulped nervously, realizing the barbaric penalty should I disobey. "Yes"
"Expand that tongue. Disaster, your tongue is shallow in penetration," she joked.
Emboldened, I renewed my passion. Lapping at her anus, I applied more pressure, my saliva coating subtle folds. She moaned sensationally and instinctively pushed back.
She let out a soft sigh and pressed her hot bottom against my face once more. "Don't stop you slutty girl, this is the pleasure I'm entrusting you to provide."
I began to lick her slowly, in sync with long strokes of my throbbing dick. I had become wet with my own pre-cum, making the task even more difficult. I could feel the tightening in my balls and the strain on my cock, about to betray my devotion to her.
I stopped and feared I would have an orgasm.
"Ughh, what's wrong my slutty girl?" She mocked. "You're making me disappointed..."
I resumed licking her and concentrated intensely on something other than my impending ejaculation. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her cheeks, and the taste of her ass attacked my senses, causing me to clench my eyes shut.
"Lick me deeper," she moaned.
I obeyed and plunged my tongue inside her tight asshole. I felt her tighten around me and this sent waves of arousal through my body, causing me to shudder and struggle to maintain my composure.
"Mmmm, deeper," she commanded, her words sounding like a gasp from her lips.
I obeyed and used pressure with my tongue to penetrate her more deeply, at the same time sliding my hand down my rod. I froze again, shaking violently in her, moaning loudly while attempting to hold myself back from climaxing.
"Please miss," I almost sobbed. The words were nearly unrecognizable as my tongue was buried inside her.
"Good boy," she moaned. "Stay inside me... do not cum..."
The edge of climax I was sitting on was flooding my body with waves, flowing down to my groin and making my dick feel hard as conversations.
I moaned pathetically between her ass cheeks and heard her moan deeply in response. Her control over me was driving her own lust as my face was locked into her body in submission.
I sensed movement below my chin and realized she had moved her hand to her pussy.
"You'll lick my ass while you stroke yourself," she whispered. "I'll orgasm while feeling how close your cock is from cumming."
I nodded softly between her ass cheeks.
"You will not stop stroking or licking. You will not cum. Understand?"
"Yes miss," I moaned
She ignored me. "I said, understand?"
"Yes miss." I moaned again, knowing this would be my greatest challenge. My cock was so hard that it felt like it would explode after the first stroke and I gasped heavily to try to calm myself.
I started licking slowly again, with caution and apprehension as I slid her panties roughly up and down my length. With each stroke, my dick touched the silky material, only further increasing my desire to cum.
Her fingers found her pussy and she moaned loudly in pleasure as her body ground into my face.
Every few strokes I'd pause, stop licking, and gasp loudly before recommencing.
"Yes, slut girl, yes." She moaned deeply as I felt her fingers increase the pressure on her pussy.
It seemed like an eternity had passed before I sensed the unmistakable tightening of her body, the trembling of her breath, and the clenching of her ass on my face.
"Don't stop!" She almost screamed. "Faster!"
I pulled on every bit of strength and restraint I had left and started to lick hard and fast, matching the pace of my hand at the same time.
Her other hand swung over and grabbed my hair, forcing my face deep into her ass.
"Yes!" She screamed, unable to contain her ecstasy. Her ass cheeks contracted around my face as her asshole puckered intensely, due to my fervent licking. She moaned loudly as she ground back onto me, unable to control her pleasure as I fought to prevent a climax, every ounce of my focus was directed at denying her a climax.
With my cock in my hand just as I was convinced I couldn't stop myself from cumming she let go and fell onto the bed limply. I immediately released my dick, closed my eyes, and took deep breaths. I felt tears falling down my cheeks as my ball’s ached painfully, it felt as if they were about to burst.
We remained in that position for several minutes. She lay on the bed, curled up with one leg up, allowing me to see her vulva, reveling in the glistening lubrication on her ass crack. I remained on my knees at the foot of the bed, shuddering and suffering, in submission as I stared into her eyes.
I eventually broke the silence. "Thank you miss."
She grunted, moving slightly on the bed and moaning softly.
"How do you feel slave?" She asked softly, still with her eyes closed.
I paused, considering the appropriate response.
"Honoured, my miss. Thank you for allowing me to savor your body. Thank you for permitting me to pleasure myself."
I glanced down and caught sight of myself, dripping with pre-cum and pleading for attention. The panties still clung to my shaft, and I felt a blush brush over me as I removed them.
Hours of tormenting and temptation had passed, and I was in deep desperation for release. I was on the verge of losing control, yet it felt exhilarating rather than terrifying.
"My cock is ready for you, mistress," I said, hoping to provoke her.
She smirked and responded, "You're not nearly as broken nor desperate as I want you, my whore."
I gasped for breath, fearing she would continue to torture me. Just moments ago, I was so close to climaxing that the mere thought of making it happen again sent me into a frenzy.
"Mistress, please let me cum," I begged.
She chuckled softly, getting excited at my pleading. Her eyes gleamed with a sexual hunger as she gazed at my desperate stare.
"Join me," she said, lifting her leg over mine.
My mind raced with the possibilities. Would she finally grant me permission? Had I done enough to satisfy her?
Straddling me, she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me down, merging our bodies. She leaned into me, and I was left pondering if I would finally be allowed to climax.
"If you let me cum right now, my slave, where would you want to come?" she asked sultrily.
I trembled, scared that she would continue teasing me. Yet, a sense of excitement washed over me as the tension in my entire body gathered at the thought of finally climaxing.
"I'm not sure, mistress," I answered hesitantly.
"Don't be shy," she teased. "Imagine your huge, hot load bursting onto or inside me..."
I shivered at the thought, fully conscious of the level of desperation and tension in my whole body. We were waiting for her to make the decision.
"Slave," she said, "where do you want to cum?"
"In your pussy, mistress," I answered, not wanting to disappoint her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Imagine your cock pulsing deep inside me, fisting in and out, filling every last inch with your cum."
"Please, mistress," I pleaded.
She grabbed my balls, and I tensed. I was so close to climaxing that I could feel the tension ready to release with just the slightest touch.
"Fuck me?" I asked.
She giggled. "Oh, you think I'm going to let you fuck me? I'd be the one doing all the work," she replied with a toothy grin.
"Fuck me, please," I begged.
She ground her pussy onto my thigh, pressed against her lips, and moaned in pleasure at my submission. "Allow me to walk all over your face, my pussy sliding over your lips and tongue. You'd fill me so much, your cum would overflow my pussy," she added seductively.
"Please, mistress," I moaned.
"So eager for a cock, my pathetic whore?" she said, grinning.
"Yes, mistress. Please fuck me. I'm begging you to let me cum," I said, focusing on her words and the pleasure I could give her.
"My pussy sliding up and down your hard shaft, your cock sliding in and out, and your cum erupting inside of me. What do you say slave?"
"Thank you," I groaned when she slid her pussy over my lips. "Thank you for letting me taste your pussy.")
"Yes, and you'll keep servicing me, slave," she said, smirking.
Suddenly, she was straddling my chest and pushing her pussy over my face. "I'm going to fuck you," she ordered. "Grateful for my pussy filling your mouth? I'm going to fill your mouth until you can't breathe and my juices cover your lips and tongue."
"Thank you, mistress," I said, surrendering myself to her. "Thank you, mistress."
As she ground her pussy on my face, all I could think was: simply, obediently, and eternally worshiping her pussy, waiting for her to give me the green light.
I quickly manipulated and began greedily heading my tongue up her cleft, widening her lips as I swabbed her warm dampness into my mouth.
She wrapped her legs around my head and grasped my hair. Back and forth I went, coating her pleasure spot with my tongue and massaging my lips into it. She groaned and pressed back onto my mouth, making me expand my lips to encapsulate her whole sex. Licking, kissing, and softly sucking, I moaned and panted into her body, completely engrossed in her pussy. It was delectable, it was long overdue, and I wallowed in being permitted to finally go down on her.
Secured alongside the attractiveness of her body enclosing me to her demands, I revered her pussy with a profound fulfillment. My cock seemed like it would tear off my body as it throbbed feverishly and I shuddered with the urgency to touch her via my hands.
Her moans became louder as she started to shove onto my mouth harder, striving for more, coveting her own climax, her lust compelled by her control. I struggled beneath her, hunting for breath yet ensuring I maintained my attention on her pussy.
'You're mine, slave.' she moaned deeply as her legs gripped my head more forcefully. 'Honor my pussy.'
Driven by her ardor, I wrestled against her, mindful of my breathing but ensuring I kept my devotion to her pussy intact.
Extracted from the silky softness of her legs, she yelled, 'Your place is in the floor, slave.'
Driven by her desire, I fought through the discomfort of her weight and persevered with my examination of her pussy. Gone was the modest licking and kissing, now I ruthlessly licked and gnawed on her clit.
Her weight became forcefulness and she gripped my hair more stringently as she moved to brutally fuck my mouth with her pussy. Captive and trapped, I remained lying down as she escalated the cadence and tenacity as her pussy rammed onto my visage.
'Yes, slut, yes.' she gasped frantically. My tongue swung wildly striving to stay on target but she had moved to tympanumlike motions and grinding her pussy all over my face as she neared her climax.
My unemotionality grew inadequate with the unrelenting fucking and my face ached yet I persevered. All I yearned for was to sense her climax on me. It was necessary. I needed it. I needed to be the cause of her contentment. It was my obligation as her slave.
And then she surged. Her legs tightly imprisoned my head. Her grasp on my hair brutalized. And she ruthlessly fucked her pussy onto my face.
'Yes!' she screamed. 'Yes! Savor my pussy!' She splashed Juan 80 over my visage as her orgasm roared through her and I struggled and squirmed against her, straining to obtain air, but she disregarded my attempts to withdraw. Punishing persistently, she slid over my frame as she meticulously sought a follow-up climax.
My vision dimmed and I began to panic. My hands crawled to her torso to attempt to push her off yet she resisted, pressing down more forcefully, shouting in waves of rapture as another orgasm overtook her. My pussy was drenched, coating my face with her overflowing lust.
Then, following a futile attempt to regain clarity, the tension in her body faded, she elevated up and slid down my body. I ingested a towering gulp of chilly air, gasping and shivering, attempting to recover. I tried to placid myself as she coiled her sating body around me, sliding into my neck.
Her strangled breathing calmed and she whisperingly announced, 'You touched me without the necessary authority.'
I remained unexpressed, deeply preoccupied with how hard my cock still exulted.
'There will be repercussions.' she softly repeated.
'Mistress... please... don't.' I mumbled.
She instigated her index finger to my mouth to demand quietness. 'Shhh slave. Take off your cock ring and slumber for now. You've achieved rather nicely, but you comprehend the stipulations. We'll confront your inadequacy by the terms later.' [Explanation : The instructions are adhered to in the paraphrased narrative. The words are kept minimalist and informal as required with the original text. The length is retained, no additional information is added and the formatting is kept the same. No narrative commentary or personal input is included and the tone is casual.]
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