Michelle walked up behind Grace and took over the tasks of undressing. Grace was still in her bra, panties and stockings. "Let me, Mistress."
As she undid Grace's bra, Michelle softly kissed her shoulder. Her lips caressed the soft skin. Her hands cupped Grace's breast, pressing into them lightly before tugging the bra away. Already naked, Michelle pressed her body against Grace. The strapless bra dropped to the ground. Michelle's hands stroked Grace's belly as they moved down to her panties. Her fingertips ran along and then under the waistband. She began kissing her way down Grace's back giving her soft loving touches. Slowly she moved into a kneeling position behind Grace. She kissed along the waistband behind while her fingers caressed in front. Then she covered Grace's ass cheeks with a combination of kisses and little licks.
The attention was helping Grace to forget the evening and concentrate on the now. The things that had interrupted her fantasy were fading and her lust was growing. She began to push her ass back at Michelle. She wanted more. She wanted to be pleased.
Taking the panties in her teeth, Michelle began to tug on them. At first, she just pulled backwards so that they stretched against Grace's pussy. As she did so, her fingers stroked the lips that were outlined. They spread the moisture that was beginning to flow from Grace. Then Michelle tugged upwards so that the front dug into Grace's slit. Rocking her head, Michelle pulled in time with the movements Grace was making. One finger tapped softly against Grace's clit. Each tap elicited a slight gasp.
Enjoying exciting Grace, Michelle started to pull the panties down with her teeth. Her hands both helped and teased. Tracing the edge of where the fabric was dug into her slit, they also helped to pull it free. Her fingers followed the panties down, stroking her legs. Once they were lying on the ground, Michelle moved around in front of Grace. With her ass raised, she bent down to kiss Grace's stocking covered feet. Her hair fell over her face as her lips and tongue touched each part of Grace's foot. She lifted her hands to pull the stockings down. This forced her to bend even further since she lost all leverage. Her face was pressed into Grace's feet but she kept up her worshipping of them.
Grace loved it. The view of Michelle's body was stunning. Her ass was raised high but moving left and right to try and keep her balance. Grace wanted to cum. She could feel her orgasm almost ready but she was also feeling of being served by Michelle. Most of the time, her pleasure came from controlling the situation. She usually needed to be the one doing. But right now, she needed to be the center. Michelle was focused on serving her Mistress and it felt right. She had been wronged and Michelle was atoning for it with her worship.
As each stocking came off, Michelle took her time to kiss and suck on each toe. Her tongue caressed it as her lips moved up and down. She treated them like little cocks, sucking on the tips; pulling them into her mouth; then swirling her tongue along them. As she finished with the last little toe, she raised herself to sit kneeling looking up at Grace.
"Now Mistress, with Your permission, Your slave is going to make You cum!" she said with a smile.
Michelle's hair was all messy. Her lips and chin were wet from her kisses and licks. But Grace wasn't sure Michelle had ever looked lovelier. Her sliver collar was bright and shining. The word "owned" was very clear. With a voice thick with desire, Grace said, "you have My permission precious."
Sitting up higher, Michelle looked at Grace's wet pussy. She flicked her lips with her tongue. Then she breathed in the tangy scent of Grace. Leaning forward, she softly kissed it. As she did so, Grace's hands came down to her head. She softly sighed out the word, "Mistress." She loved that she could feel Grace tremble slightly at the word. Her tongue extended out to stroke the wet slit. Up and down she went. Then she sought out Grace's clit. Her tongue circled it, once, twice, three times. Grace's fingers tightened in her hair. Then Michelle flicked her tongue over the little head. Grace pulled her in closer. She flicked again. Then she softly sucked on it, tongue touching and caressing it. Now Grace was pressing against her and pulling on her hair. It hurt a little but Michelle knew she deserved the hurt. In a way, it would cleanse her.
Grace needed to hold onto Michelle. The emotions of the entire night were wrapped up in the orgasm that started to overcome her. Her pussy ground into Michelle's face, smearing it with her cum. The waves flowed up her body and she felt it explode in her head, then she wasn't thinking anymore. Her screams grew louder and loader as she let it all out. The caresses that Michelle was giving just kept the orgasm going on. Grace had to put almost her whole weight onto Michelle's head and shoulders to keep from falling over. Her hips thrusting in to meet Michelle's tongue.
Finally, Grace felt it slow. Her mind cleared. There were still little tremors running up and down her body. Michelle felt the change. She changed from the frantic licks, kisses and bites that she had been giving to softer strokes. She cleaned Grace's pussy, then her legs. She wanted to collect ever drip of Grace's juices. Grace also let her grip on Michelle's hair relax. She hadn't been in a condition to realize how hard she had been pulling. Some strands of hair came with her hands as she lifted them.
It didn't seem to have affected Michelle. As she finished cleaning Grace, she looked up at her with a sexy smile. "I hope I pleased you," she said. Grace could still only smile and nod...
Extracted from Ripley’s story “The Journey of Grace“ on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #greatass #panties #maid #blonde
As she undid Grace's bra, Michelle softly kissed her shoulder. Her lips caressed the soft skin. Her hands cupped Grace's breast, pressing into them lightly before tugging the bra away. Already naked, Michelle pressed her body against Grace. The strapless bra dropped to the ground. Michelle's hands stroked Grace's belly as they moved down to her panties. Her fingertips ran along and then under the waistband. She began kissing her way down Grace's back giving her soft loving touches. Slowly she moved into a kneeling position behind Grace. She kissed along the waistband behind while her fingers caressed in front. Then she covered Grace's ass cheeks with a combination of kisses and little licks.
The attention was helping Grace to forget the evening and concentrate on the now. The things that had interrupted her fantasy were fading and her lust was growing. She began to push her ass back at Michelle. She wanted more. She wanted to be pleased.
Taking the panties in her teeth, Michelle began to tug on them. At first, she just pulled backwards so that they stretched against Grace's pussy. As she did so, her fingers stroked the lips that were outlined. They spread the moisture that was beginning to flow from Grace. Then Michelle tugged upwards so that the front dug into Grace's slit. Rocking her head, Michelle pulled in time with the movements Grace was making. One finger tapped softly against Grace's clit. Each tap elicited a slight gasp.
Enjoying exciting Grace, Michelle started to pull the panties down with her teeth. Her hands both helped and teased. Tracing the edge of where the fabric was dug into her slit, they also helped to pull it free. Her fingers followed the panties down, stroking her legs. Once they were lying on the ground, Michelle moved around in front of Grace. With her ass raised, she bent down to kiss Grace's stocking covered feet. Her hair fell over her face as her lips and tongue touched each part of Grace's foot. She lifted her hands to pull the stockings down. This forced her to bend even further since she lost all leverage. Her face was pressed into Grace's feet but she kept up her worshipping of them.
Grace loved it. The view of Michelle's body was stunning. Her ass was raised high but moving left and right to try and keep her balance. Grace wanted to cum. She could feel her orgasm almost ready but she was also feeling of being served by Michelle. Most of the time, her pleasure came from controlling the situation. She usually needed to be the one doing. But right now, she needed to be the center. Michelle was focused on serving her Mistress and it felt right. She had been wronged and Michelle was atoning for it with her worship.
As each stocking came off, Michelle took her time to kiss and suck on each toe. Her tongue caressed it as her lips moved up and down. She treated them like little cocks, sucking on the tips; pulling them into her mouth; then swirling her tongue along them. As she finished with the last little toe, she raised herself to sit kneeling looking up at Grace.
"Now Mistress, with Your permission, Your slave is going to make You cum!" she said with a smile.
Michelle's hair was all messy. Her lips and chin were wet from her kisses and licks. But Grace wasn't sure Michelle had ever looked lovelier. Her sliver collar was bright and shining. The word "owned" was very clear. With a voice thick with desire, Grace said, "you have My permission precious."
Sitting up higher, Michelle looked at Grace's wet pussy. She flicked her lips with her tongue. Then she breathed in the tangy scent of Grace. Leaning forward, she softly kissed it. As she did so, Grace's hands came down to her head. She softly sighed out the word, "Mistress." She loved that she could feel Grace tremble slightly at the word. Her tongue extended out to stroke the wet slit. Up and down she went. Then she sought out Grace's clit. Her tongue circled it, once, twice, three times. Grace's fingers tightened in her hair. Then Michelle flicked her tongue over the little head. Grace pulled her in closer. She flicked again. Then she softly sucked on it, tongue touching and caressing it. Now Grace was pressing against her and pulling on her hair. It hurt a little but Michelle knew she deserved the hurt. In a way, it would cleanse her.
Grace needed to hold onto Michelle. The emotions of the entire night were wrapped up in the orgasm that started to overcome her. Her pussy ground into Michelle's face, smearing it with her cum. The waves flowed up her body and she felt it explode in her head, then she wasn't thinking anymore. Her screams grew louder and loader as she let it all out. The caresses that Michelle was giving just kept the orgasm going on. Grace had to put almost her whole weight onto Michelle's head and shoulders to keep from falling over. Her hips thrusting in to meet Michelle's tongue.
Finally, Grace felt it slow. Her mind cleared. There were still little tremors running up and down her body. Michelle felt the change. She changed from the frantic licks, kisses and bites that she had been giving to softer strokes. She cleaned Grace's pussy, then her legs. She wanted to collect ever drip of Grace's juices. Grace also let her grip on Michelle's hair relax. She hadn't been in a condition to realize how hard she had been pulling. Some strands of hair came with her hands as she lifted them.
It didn't seem to have affected Michelle. As she finished cleaning Grace, she looked up at her with a sexy smile. "I hope I pleased you," she said. Grace could still only smile and nod...
Extracted from Ripley’s story “The Journey of Grace“ on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #greatass #panties #maid #blonde
