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The taxi came to a halt. As the driver checked the charge and Marianne took her bag to pay I pulled my coat over myself before he had time to see. We were outside the car, quickly into an expensive looking block of flats and then going through a doorway into, what was I presumed, her flat. Marianne dropped her bags on the floor and took her coat off and threw it onto a chair in the hallway, kicking her shoes off with it.
I was standing still, anxiety filling me. She came over to me and kissed me again, her arms were around me. She was still taller than me without her heels. I felt safe in her arms, my mouth melted against hers. Her tongue came into mine again. I knew I was becoming aroused and the shame was fuelling my arousal. She pulled away. I felt dizzy.
“Leave your coat and shoes there and come with me.” She turned, it was only when my coat was half way off that I even thought about what I was doing. Anxiety filled me and then I shyly removed my coat full and kicked off my shoes leaving my things with hers. Marianne had walked through one of the doors and I eventually followed, finding her sitting on a sofa in a living room. It was really stylishly furnished but I didn’t have the composure to take much in just then. I felt really silly in just my underwear and stockings. She patted the large sofa beside her and I timidly sat down beside her looking down at my near nakedness. Passively I allowed myself to be turned and position as she wished, laying over her lap on my back with my knees leaning towards the back of the comfortable sofa.
Her arms went around me again, taking care of me, protectively. She was looking after me. Her hand turned and lifted my face as she kissed me, tiny little kisses fluttering all over my lips. Gradually I relaxed and I held onto her and allowed myself to concentrate just on the physical sensations, allowing myself to be taken with the tide. My mouth had become soft and willing beneath hers. Meanwhile I could feel her hands on my body, caressing me. They felt so good. My arousal was growing so quickly! I was totally out of my depth. Still connected to her mouth I found myself arching to allow my bra to be undone and discarded. I wanted to cry as she began caressing my breasts.
I didn’t know why but I became emotional for the moment, my eyes damp as we still kissed and her hands captured and rubbed my breasts. I do not know how long we stayed like this but soon I felt her hand moving in small circles down my chest and over my stomach. They neared and neared the top of my knickers becoming more insistent. I felt like a schoolgirl again. I wanted it, I knew I did. I wanted this and knew it was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this, but it was so wonderful. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband and I could feel my body arching, wanting her to go further. They played with my hair, played with the flesh of my mound. My head hung now as she held me, my mouth open and throat exposed to her as my breathing become faster and shallower. Before I finally closed my eyes I saw her looking at my body on her. She was looking at me and playing with me! Oh god I couldn’t cope with all this. The movement of the flesh that she played with was stimulating my clit and I knew I was lubricating profusely.
“Do you want this Lucy?”
“Oh God yes!”
“You’ve never been with a woman before have you?” I could feel her fingers on my flesh. I could feel my flesh moving around under her hands. I could feel every movement causing my clit to be erect and the movements moving it excitingly.
“No. No.”
“Does you feel wicked doing this?”
“Oh God yes.!” I did. I did.
“But you don’t want me to stop do you? You want it don’t you? I can tell.”
“No. Yes. Please don’t stop. Please!”
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you Lucy?”
“Oh yes. Oh yes.”
“You’re going to do as you’re told aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Do you want to do what I tell you Lucy?”
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Marianne please…” My pussy suddenly filled with my juices. As though my insides had melted. I knew that I wanted her to tell me what to do. I wanted her to look after me, guide me. I would do anything.
“You’re to call me Ma'am from now on Lucy.”
“Yes. Yes, Ma'am. Yes Ma'am.” It sounded right. It sounded good. She was in charge. Her fingers felt so good. My fingers went to my knickers, pushed them down. Marianne pulled them off.
“You took them off for a woman, didn’t you Lucy?”
“Yes. For you.”
“Ma'am!”
“Sorry Ma'am. Yes I did Ma'am.”
“You were a slut in the changing rooms weren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes.” Ma'am!“
"Yes Ma'am. I was such a slut Ma'am.” My legs were spread as far as I could get them. I wanted her fingers at me, in me, touching me.
“It’s because you are a slut, Lucy.”
“Yes Ma'am. I’m such a slut Ma'am.” I knew I was. The shame washed through me but my arousal didn’t calm, if anything it increased. Her mouth went to my breasts and sucked and bit at my nipples. They felt rock hard and so sensitive to every sensation. My body felt on fire.
“Whose slut are you Lucy?” Her words from my breasts.
“Your slut.” The words came out without me thinking. “Ma'am.” Then words hit me. Yes. Yes. I was her slut. My body arced up almost there, almost in orgasm, tantalisingly near. So near.
“Do you belong to me slut?”
“Yes! Yes!” Her fingers slid inside me, into my molten core and then were at my clit. I was there! It hit me. It took me. She took me. My body went stiff. The world stopped. Fireworks exploded. I screamed. I was crying. She was holding me. My body heaving. I felt sweat covering me. I was crying. Whimpering. It was so deep, so, so deep. She rocked me gently as I tried to understand, come to terms with the pleasure. Slowly I calmed in her arms.
She had me stand. I felt so weak. She led me from the room, into the bedroom, her hand caressing my buttocks as we walked. My thighs were slippery, my pussy felt bloated. I was so aware that I was totally naked, she fully dressed. She took out her earings and laid them on the dresser.
“Undress me, slut.” I removed her blouse. The name she called me accepted by me, the feelings of her power over me exciting. The buttons fighting against my fingers. I would do as she said. I somehow felt free submitting. Her bra was pink with lilac flowers in lace. I folded it carefully and laid it on a chair. Like a maid... A naked maid. Slut! I was still aroused! I’d come more already today than I had in the previous month.
I fumbled with her bra, finding it strange to remove some else’s. Her breasts were beautiful, large and full, so feminine. The nipple and aureole large on each breast, prominent, dark against her pale skin. I wanted to be enveloped in them. I moved to her trousers. As she stepped out of them I felt her hand on my head for balance. Her knickers were red, with her reddish hair peeping around the sides. I could smell the scent of her, this was a woman I was with. I was nervous now, of taking these off, of her being naked with me. I looked up to be reassured by her nod and pulled them down and off, my hands enjoying the feel of her thighs.
The bedroom was lovely, the bed had a plain pink duvet covering looking freshly laundered and there were even flowers next to the bed. I scampered over to it and hid under the covers. Marianne looked so confident naked. She looked so beautiful, so feminine. Her dark rich hair in striking contrast to her body, the echo in the movement of her breasts as she moved. Her full hips and slim waist. I wished I looked like her. She came over to the bed and looked down at me and smiled a strange smile.
In the bed I pressed against her as she cuddled me in her arms. I felt the warmth of her flesh and her soft body against my breasts. My legs parted and pressed against her hip, tentatively I slid a thigh across hers. We lay like that for a while. So warm and safe. It was the first time I had time to think though I couldn’t think of anything other than the sheer physical sensation and the connecting feelings. I felt almost like a young virgin, so naïve, so gauche. In her arms I felt so safe and warm. Gradually my breathing settled but then my eyes filled. The arousal and feeling of gratitude overwhelming me again for a moment. I kissed her neck timidly.
“You want this?”
“Oh yes… Ma'am.”
“I think it is time for my pleasure now, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes Ma'am.”
“And you’re happy to do as I tell you?”
“Oh yes I’ll do anything… Ma'am.” Suddenly anxiety filled me. “But Ma'am… I haven’t done this before. I’m scared I wont do what you want me to.”
“Yes you will.” She laughed. “I want you to kiss me. Kiss and caress. All over my body. And don’t forget… my pleasure is the important thing. You are to concentrate on making me happy. You’ve had yours for now. If you’re good we’ll see about you again later. Now begin, pleasure me slut.”
I kissed her neck and arm. Soon I had to move my body, kneeling, moving the duvet. I kissed above her breasts. I tried to think what I would like. I wanted to be good for her. A hand stole over her breast. It felt so nice, her nipple was hard and the flesh soft. I’d never felt another woman before. My lips moved down and played with the other breast. I was so scared. Gradually I began to relax into my task. It was so exciting. I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, hear her soft murmurs which reassured me. I began suckling, then the other breast, I rubbed my face over them and carried on kissing and sucking. I heard her tell me to kiss elsewhere. I felt my own nipples rub over hers as I leant over her, moaning softly as the pleasure washed through me.
Across her stomach. I pressed my face against her, feeling the security of her body on me, then over her hips. I was afraid of her sex. Afraid of what I would be doing there. I moved down her leg to her feet, the duvet rucked down with me and her wonderful nakedness spread before me. She moved her legs apart. I took her foot in my hands and kissed it before moving up the softness of the inside of her leg. I was so excited now. At the top of her thigh I chickened out and kissed and licked her other leg. Repeating the process that I carried out on the first one. I went slowly back up the inner thigh, my breathing ragged, my breasts rubbing up the length of her. The smell of her femininity was close to my face. I wanted to but could I? Her hairs tickled my cheek. Her thighs lifted for me. I kissed her lips. Soft private lips. Damp with her juices. I licked them. They tasted very much like I did but not quite. I licked them again and they parted wider under my tongue.
My heart was beating so loud. I felt enveloped in her taste and smell. I carried on, each moment losing more and more control until I was lapping deliriously at her. Within her lips, over her clit. A pubic hair caught in my mouth. I tried to carry on but I had to take it out before I gagged. My hands slid over her thighs and stomach and buttocks. I felt her hands on my head, her legs parting and lifting more. I could feel her moving against my juice covered face. It made me want to do it more, faster, deeper. Her leg was pressing against my pussy. I was rubbing wetly against it. It was so good. She began to push me harder against her, rub herself more and more against my face. Breathing was difficult but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was her pleasure against me. I was squashed harder and harder. Her thighs suddenly held me tight for a few seconds and then it began again jerkily my mouth now flooded, her sexual perfume filling me. Gradually she calmed and I felt so elated as I crouched head down between her legs. She pulled me up over body. I loved the feel of it, sliding my breasts and flesh over hers. In her arms again. Kissed again. My face coated with her. We lay rubbing and rocking and kissing, I never wanted it to end.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Ohh. Yes.”
“Ma'am! If I have to tell you again I will punish you!” A shudder ran through me. I wanted to please her. I was being bad. What did she mean! Punished! Oh my God! What would she do? I was trembling on top of her. Some of it fear, and underneath something more. I blushed hot. Moved off her and onto my back. Her body leaning over me, kissing me, fondling me. Her hand went between my legs and I spread and lifted them.
“Slut!” She laughed as her fingers brought me to the edge, but not over it.
“I can’t help it Ma'am. Its never been like this…. I’ve never done this…. Oh God!”
“You’re married. Even with him?”
“No never. Never like this.”
“What would he think if he saw you now?” Amusement on her face as she kissed my face.
“He’d… he’d never believe it, Ma'am. It would just never occur to him that I could… would. Neither would I have, Ma'am.”
“You probably won't do it again.”
“Why not? Why not? Don’t you want me any more? Don’t you like me, think I’m attractive enough?” Panic running through me like ice. She laughed.
“No it’s not that you silly thing. You are very attractive, very sexy.” Relief coursed through me, gratitude filled me. “Most women think about it. You’ve put your toe in the water, satisfied your curiosity. You may well run away from yourself, what you’ve done, the self induced shame.”
“No! I want more! I won't do that!”
“Ma'am!”
“Sorry Ma'am.”
“We’ll see.” She kissed my mouth and I drowned in her once more.
I wanted desperately to come again. I wanted to be made to come. It was as though it was only her that made me, could make me. She kept me so hot and horny but not allowing me to peak. Some of the things she made me do, things she said, positions I had to adopt while her mouth and fingers explored every private place were so embarrassing, but even those made me hotter. I had no private places anymore. I had no private anything.
Eventually she squatted over my face and I looked up into her pussy. The dark pink folds, the shiny wetness, the aroma of sex. She lowered herself on me. I licked and sucked as well as I could. She used me, used my face to pleasure herself on. I loved it, holding onto her bottom as she leant over me. I could feel her breath on my lips as her head was above my gaping hole. I wondered that I may come with only her breath! Her entire sex covered my face. I became her sex, tasted it, smelt it, felt it. I heard the rude sounds of our joining, I saw nothing. She became more determined on me, more, more. Suddenly she came again. Floods of liquids over my face as I desperately strove to breath, my needs unimportant. She calmed and began sucking my folds into her mouth, rhythmically, and licking my clit. I wanted it to go on for ever but I couldn’t hold it with all the mental and physical stimulation I’d had. I came again, powerfully, desperately. I vaguely remember her pulling me higher up the bed and taking me in her arms. I fell into an exhausted sleep.
Extracted from Lucy’s New Direction by emma_sub on Literotica.com
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I was standing still, anxiety filling me. She came over to me and kissed me again, her arms were around me. She was still taller than me without her heels. I felt safe in her arms, my mouth melted against hers. Her tongue came into mine again. I knew I was becoming aroused and the shame was fuelling my arousal. She pulled away. I felt dizzy.
“Leave your coat and shoes there and come with me.” She turned, it was only when my coat was half way off that I even thought about what I was doing. Anxiety filled me and then I shyly removed my coat full and kicked off my shoes leaving my things with hers. Marianne had walked through one of the doors and I eventually followed, finding her sitting on a sofa in a living room. It was really stylishly furnished but I didn’t have the composure to take much in just then. I felt really silly in just my underwear and stockings. She patted the large sofa beside her and I timidly sat down beside her looking down at my near nakedness. Passively I allowed myself to be turned and position as she wished, laying over her lap on my back with my knees leaning towards the back of the comfortable sofa.
Her arms went around me again, taking care of me, protectively. She was looking after me. Her hand turned and lifted my face as she kissed me, tiny little kisses fluttering all over my lips. Gradually I relaxed and I held onto her and allowed myself to concentrate just on the physical sensations, allowing myself to be taken with the tide. My mouth had become soft and willing beneath hers. Meanwhile I could feel her hands on my body, caressing me. They felt so good. My arousal was growing so quickly! I was totally out of my depth. Still connected to her mouth I found myself arching to allow my bra to be undone and discarded. I wanted to cry as she began caressing my breasts.
I didn’t know why but I became emotional for the moment, my eyes damp as we still kissed and her hands captured and rubbed my breasts. I do not know how long we stayed like this but soon I felt her hand moving in small circles down my chest and over my stomach. They neared and neared the top of my knickers becoming more insistent. I felt like a schoolgirl again. I wanted it, I knew I did. I wanted this and knew it was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this, but it was so wonderful. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband and I could feel my body arching, wanting her to go further. They played with my hair, played with the flesh of my mound. My head hung now as she held me, my mouth open and throat exposed to her as my breathing become faster and shallower. Before I finally closed my eyes I saw her looking at my body on her. She was looking at me and playing with me! Oh god I couldn’t cope with all this. The movement of the flesh that she played with was stimulating my clit and I knew I was lubricating profusely.
“Do you want this Lucy?”
“Oh God yes!”
“You’ve never been with a woman before have you?” I could feel her fingers on my flesh. I could feel my flesh moving around under her hands. I could feel every movement causing my clit to be erect and the movements moving it excitingly.
“No. No.”
“Does you feel wicked doing this?”
“Oh God yes.!” I did. I did.
“But you don’t want me to stop do you? You want it don’t you? I can tell.”
“No. Yes. Please don’t stop. Please!”
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you Lucy?”
“Oh yes. Oh yes.”
“You’re going to do as you’re told aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Do you want to do what I tell you Lucy?”
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Marianne please…” My pussy suddenly filled with my juices. As though my insides had melted. I knew that I wanted her to tell me what to do. I wanted her to look after me, guide me. I would do anything.
“You’re to call me Ma'am from now on Lucy.”
“Yes. Yes, Ma'am. Yes Ma'am.” It sounded right. It sounded good. She was in charge. Her fingers felt so good. My fingers went to my knickers, pushed them down. Marianne pulled them off.
“You took them off for a woman, didn’t you Lucy?”
“Yes. For you.”
“Ma'am!”
“Sorry Ma'am. Yes I did Ma'am.”
“You were a slut in the changing rooms weren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes.” Ma'am!“
"Yes Ma'am. I was such a slut Ma'am.” My legs were spread as far as I could get them. I wanted her fingers at me, in me, touching me.
“It’s because you are a slut, Lucy.”
“Yes Ma'am. I’m such a slut Ma'am.” I knew I was. The shame washed through me but my arousal didn’t calm, if anything it increased. Her mouth went to my breasts and sucked and bit at my nipples. They felt rock hard and so sensitive to every sensation. My body felt on fire.
“Whose slut are you Lucy?” Her words from my breasts.
“Your slut.” The words came out without me thinking. “Ma'am.” Then words hit me. Yes. Yes. I was her slut. My body arced up almost there, almost in orgasm, tantalisingly near. So near.
“Do you belong to me slut?”
“Yes! Yes!” Her fingers slid inside me, into my molten core and then were at my clit. I was there! It hit me. It took me. She took me. My body went stiff. The world stopped. Fireworks exploded. I screamed. I was crying. She was holding me. My body heaving. I felt sweat covering me. I was crying. Whimpering. It was so deep, so, so deep. She rocked me gently as I tried to understand, come to terms with the pleasure. Slowly I calmed in her arms.
She had me stand. I felt so weak. She led me from the room, into the bedroom, her hand caressing my buttocks as we walked. My thighs were slippery, my pussy felt bloated. I was so aware that I was totally naked, she fully dressed. She took out her earings and laid them on the dresser.
“Undress me, slut.” I removed her blouse. The name she called me accepted by me, the feelings of her power over me exciting. The buttons fighting against my fingers. I would do as she said. I somehow felt free submitting. Her bra was pink with lilac flowers in lace. I folded it carefully and laid it on a chair. Like a maid... A naked maid. Slut! I was still aroused! I’d come more already today than I had in the previous month.
I fumbled with her bra, finding it strange to remove some else’s. Her breasts were beautiful, large and full, so feminine. The nipple and aureole large on each breast, prominent, dark against her pale skin. I wanted to be enveloped in them. I moved to her trousers. As she stepped out of them I felt her hand on my head for balance. Her knickers were red, with her reddish hair peeping around the sides. I could smell the scent of her, this was a woman I was with. I was nervous now, of taking these off, of her being naked with me. I looked up to be reassured by her nod and pulled them down and off, my hands enjoying the feel of her thighs.
The bedroom was lovely, the bed had a plain pink duvet covering looking freshly laundered and there were even flowers next to the bed. I scampered over to it and hid under the covers. Marianne looked so confident naked. She looked so beautiful, so feminine. Her dark rich hair in striking contrast to her body, the echo in the movement of her breasts as she moved. Her full hips and slim waist. I wished I looked like her. She came over to the bed and looked down at me and smiled a strange smile.
In the bed I pressed against her as she cuddled me in her arms. I felt the warmth of her flesh and her soft body against my breasts. My legs parted and pressed against her hip, tentatively I slid a thigh across hers. We lay like that for a while. So warm and safe. It was the first time I had time to think though I couldn’t think of anything other than the sheer physical sensation and the connecting feelings. I felt almost like a young virgin, so naïve, so gauche. In her arms I felt so safe and warm. Gradually my breathing settled but then my eyes filled. The arousal and feeling of gratitude overwhelming me again for a moment. I kissed her neck timidly.
“You want this?”
“Oh yes… Ma'am.”
“I think it is time for my pleasure now, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes Ma'am.”
“And you’re happy to do as I tell you?”
“Oh yes I’ll do anything… Ma'am.” Suddenly anxiety filled me. “But Ma'am… I haven’t done this before. I’m scared I wont do what you want me to.”
“Yes you will.” She laughed. “I want you to kiss me. Kiss and caress. All over my body. And don’t forget… my pleasure is the important thing. You are to concentrate on making me happy. You’ve had yours for now. If you’re good we’ll see about you again later. Now begin, pleasure me slut.”
I kissed her neck and arm. Soon I had to move my body, kneeling, moving the duvet. I kissed above her breasts. I tried to think what I would like. I wanted to be good for her. A hand stole over her breast. It felt so nice, her nipple was hard and the flesh soft. I’d never felt another woman before. My lips moved down and played with the other breast. I was so scared. Gradually I began to relax into my task. It was so exciting. I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, hear her soft murmurs which reassured me. I began suckling, then the other breast, I rubbed my face over them and carried on kissing and sucking. I heard her tell me to kiss elsewhere. I felt my own nipples rub over hers as I leant over her, moaning softly as the pleasure washed through me.
Across her stomach. I pressed my face against her, feeling the security of her body on me, then over her hips. I was afraid of her sex. Afraid of what I would be doing there. I moved down her leg to her feet, the duvet rucked down with me and her wonderful nakedness spread before me. She moved her legs apart. I took her foot in my hands and kissed it before moving up the softness of the inside of her leg. I was so excited now. At the top of her thigh I chickened out and kissed and licked her other leg. Repeating the process that I carried out on the first one. I went slowly back up the inner thigh, my breathing ragged, my breasts rubbing up the length of her. The smell of her femininity was close to my face. I wanted to but could I? Her hairs tickled my cheek. Her thighs lifted for me. I kissed her lips. Soft private lips. Damp with her juices. I licked them. They tasted very much like I did but not quite. I licked them again and they parted wider under my tongue.
My heart was beating so loud. I felt enveloped in her taste and smell. I carried on, each moment losing more and more control until I was lapping deliriously at her. Within her lips, over her clit. A pubic hair caught in my mouth. I tried to carry on but I had to take it out before I gagged. My hands slid over her thighs and stomach and buttocks. I felt her hands on my head, her legs parting and lifting more. I could feel her moving against my juice covered face. It made me want to do it more, faster, deeper. Her leg was pressing against my pussy. I was rubbing wetly against it. It was so good. She began to push me harder against her, rub herself more and more against my face. Breathing was difficult but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was her pleasure against me. I was squashed harder and harder. Her thighs suddenly held me tight for a few seconds and then it began again jerkily my mouth now flooded, her sexual perfume filling me. Gradually she calmed and I felt so elated as I crouched head down between her legs. She pulled me up over body. I loved the feel of it, sliding my breasts and flesh over hers. In her arms again. Kissed again. My face coated with her. We lay rubbing and rocking and kissing, I never wanted it to end.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Ohh. Yes.”
“Ma'am! If I have to tell you again I will punish you!” A shudder ran through me. I wanted to please her. I was being bad. What did she mean! Punished! Oh my God! What would she do? I was trembling on top of her. Some of it fear, and underneath something more. I blushed hot. Moved off her and onto my back. Her body leaning over me, kissing me, fondling me. Her hand went between my legs and I spread and lifted them.
“Slut!” She laughed as her fingers brought me to the edge, but not over it.
“I can’t help it Ma'am. Its never been like this…. I’ve never done this…. Oh God!”
“You’re married. Even with him?”
“No never. Never like this.”
“What would he think if he saw you now?” Amusement on her face as she kissed my face.
“He’d… he’d never believe it, Ma'am. It would just never occur to him that I could… would. Neither would I have, Ma'am.”
“You probably won't do it again.”
“Why not? Why not? Don’t you want me any more? Don’t you like me, think I’m attractive enough?” Panic running through me like ice. She laughed.
“No it’s not that you silly thing. You are very attractive, very sexy.” Relief coursed through me, gratitude filled me. “Most women think about it. You’ve put your toe in the water, satisfied your curiosity. You may well run away from yourself, what you’ve done, the self induced shame.”
“No! I want more! I won't do that!”
“Ma'am!”
“Sorry Ma'am.”
“We’ll see.” She kissed my mouth and I drowned in her once more.
I wanted desperately to come again. I wanted to be made to come. It was as though it was only her that made me, could make me. She kept me so hot and horny but not allowing me to peak. Some of the things she made me do, things she said, positions I had to adopt while her mouth and fingers explored every private place were so embarrassing, but even those made me hotter. I had no private places anymore. I had no private anything.
Eventually she squatted over my face and I looked up into her pussy. The dark pink folds, the shiny wetness, the aroma of sex. She lowered herself on me. I licked and sucked as well as I could. She used me, used my face to pleasure herself on. I loved it, holding onto her bottom as she leant over me. I could feel her breath on my lips as her head was above my gaping hole. I wondered that I may come with only her breath! Her entire sex covered my face. I became her sex, tasted it, smelt it, felt it. I heard the rude sounds of our joining, I saw nothing. She became more determined on me, more, more. Suddenly she came again. Floods of liquids over my face as I desperately strove to breath, my needs unimportant. She calmed and began sucking my folds into her mouth, rhythmically, and licking my clit. I wanted it to go on for ever but I couldn’t hold it with all the mental and physical stimulation I’d had. I came again, powerfully, desperately. I vaguely remember her pulling me higher up the bed and taking me in her arms. I fell into an exhausted sleep.
Extracted from Lucy’s New Direction by emma_sub on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #eatingpussy #facesitting #bdsm
