She stood up, pressing against my nakedness. I felt her undo her skirt, felt the material slide against me. I could smell her excitement. I wanted her. I wanted to please her. My pussy pulsed more juices from within. “Take them off me.” I pulled down her panties, down her legs and off her feet. Now pleasure your Mistress, slut.“

I kissed her shoes, her feet. I kissed up each leg. Licking her skin to taste every part of her. Slowly up her legs until I got to the top of her thighs. I was afraid. I didn’t want to upset her. Her fingers slid into my hair and she opened herself with her fingers, she was dark pink inside, glistening. The smell of her arousal was in my nose strong. I looked at her matted hair over her mound and the thick lips pouting open slightly. She held me just away from her. Her fingers caressed her clit, running around her lips.

"What do you want slut?”

“Please. To kiss you.”

Her finger left her sex and suddenly I felt her hand slash across my cheek. It didn’t hurt a lot but the shock was tremendous. “Mistress!”

“Sorry Mistress.” I blurted out quickly. “Sorry Mistress. Please can I lick you? Please? Sorry.”

“That’s better slut. Do it. Now”

Her hand in my hair pulled me to her. Oh yes. I kissed those lips. I felt the flesh of her mound and the slit of her sex. I tasted the juices from my Mistress’s pussy. I licked and kissed her gently all over, exploring her flesh, exploring her responses. I slid over her. My face, my mouth, my lips, my tongue, giving her pleasure. Her body was pressing rhythmically against me. My neck ached due to having to bend up between her open legs. she fucked my face. Her juices covering me. Grinding her open pussy into my face, over my face, filling me with the taste and smell of her. My own body pulsing strongly. I wanted to cum but couldn’t. I was for her pleasure not mine. She came. She allowed it out from within so slowly and with such control. Not like me, not like the animal slut I was, but with poise like everything else about her. I dared look up and found her with her eyes closed, a hand grasping a breast. I watched her as she relaxed and she half opened her eyes and looked down at me, my mouth still at her pussy.

“You’re beautifully submissive Emma.”

Her sex thrust forward again and I was rubbed over her, trying to lick to pleasure, trying to kiss, but really I was being used to fuck Mistress. She came again.

After I was told to lay on the carpet at her feet, with my legs spread wide and up, my arms beneath me, my hands grasping my buttocks so my open pussy thrust up as did my tits. It felt so perversely thrilling to be so openly displayed to someone else, to have my wantonness displayed so explicitly. Susan, my Mistress, wouldn’t allow me to close my eyes either; I had to keep eye contact with her as she sat on the edge of the chair looking down on me. ‘My Mistress’, oh God yes! My make-up had obviously been cleansed and was now replaced by her drying cum and my own fluids cooled my thighs and hot sex. I imagined how I looked to her and shuddered...

Extracted from Emma Finds her Mistress Again by emma_sub on Literotica.com

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