She towered above me, her hair shading my face like curtains and her hands grabbing ahold of each of my cheeks, pulling me into her soft kiss. We locked eyes, and I could see what she was planning in her head. Her gaze was humbling, to say the least. When she looked at me, my place and purpose in life became crystal clear. I was hers to use, and she was mine to follow. She laid me down, and my heart began to race with anticipation of what was next to come.
She always had to tease me first because, well, trained pets have to show restraint before they get treated. Mental games of how long I could wait had become a regular occurrence in our play, but this time she didn’t make me wait long. I think she was almost as eager as I was, but I would never dare say that to her. She watched my face intently as she slid her hands up and down her body, highlighting her curves. Her fingers playfully tugged on the bands of her sheer lingerie. Little by little, her panties were pulled down to reveal a soft, plump mound. I wanted nothing more than to press my face against her then, but I held back patiently. Her delicate fingers danced along her nipples, getting them firm. I watched goosebumps appear on her breasts from the cool air and thought to myself about how I could warm her up if she would just let me touch her.
Finally, I got what I had been silently begging for. She swung her leg over me so she was on her knees with her back facing me. She scooted towards me, and when her ass was perfectly aligned with my head, slowly, she sat down. My eyes squeezed shut as I readied myself for her to come down on me. I moaned against her as the full weight of her rested on me. Quickly, my tongue started to search for her pussy. Pushing past her folds, my tongue encircled her clit, and I gently sucked trying to find the right motion that would make her squirm on top of me. I hear her sigh in relief as she uses me as her chair and toy all at once. These were the only responsibilities I ever wanted to have.
I relished the way her pillowy soft ass smooshed against my face. I eagerly licked her, trying to taste as much of her juices as I possibly could. Ordering me to stick my tongue out and keep it flat, she took control, swaying her hips and rubbing herself against my tongue. I couldn’t decide whether to feel ashamed that I didn’t satisfy her with my motion or proud that she wanted to use me. Her moans got more desperate as she grinded her pussy against my warm tongue. The motion of her hips became eager, and she either forgot or didn’t care about my head underneath her. I struggled for air in between the rocking of her hips. One by one, I forgot about everything that wasn’t her. I forgot what it was like to see. I couldn’t feel anything but her perfect ass squishing me. The taste and smell of her arousal filled my senses. The only things I could hear were her moans muffled by her thighs gripping the sides of my head. This was my perfect place, but it all faded away as she lifted up from me, giving me a chance to breathe that was somehow both gracious and cruel.
My senses came back to me one by one as I lay on the bed panting. The cool air grazed against my tongue and I almost choked on it, like I had forgotten how to breathe. My eyelids parted open slightly, and my lazy gaze focused on my Mistress’s perfect ass. My face was numb and a little red, my neck was sore, and my mouth was embarrassingly messy. A shiver from the new cold air surrounding my head slid down my body and served to remind me of her warmth. We had discussed this as a way for me to worship her, but her soft ass pressing down on my face was something I never stopped craving. As my breathing slowed, I became cognisant of my hands. They gripped into her thick thighs, creating deep rolls in her flesh. I gulped hard so I could speak and let out a meek “sorry” before I loosened my grip. However, my body wouldn’t allow me to let go completely. I needed something to hold on to as she played with my lower half. Grazing toys over me, teasing me, making sure she controlled every part of everything my body wanted and resisted, gripping onto her was the only way I could ground myself.
Her ass hovered above me, reminding me of my place in our relationship. Her pussy was swollen and drenched with her juices. With all my might I hoped she would drip down onto me, my face, and in my mouth so I could keep tasting her. Once my breathing returned to normal, I settled for tasting the wetness that had run down the inside of her thighs. I strained as I trailed my tongue up, kissing her every so often after I had finished licking up an area of her. Moving my arms underneath me to prop myself up, I pressed my mouth into my Mistress’s sex. My tongue slid along the folds of her pussy, being extra gentle around her throbbing clit. I let my arms slide out from underneath me, and I collapsed onto the bed. I wrapped my hands around the tops of her thighs and pulled down in an effort to guide her to sit on my face again. To my surprise, she plopped down really quickly. My pleasure mixed with the fear of losing air again. She shifted her hips as she got comfortable, and as soon as she settled I dove my tongue deep inside of her. Through muffled ears I could hear her yelp in surprise and laugh heartily. This cycle could repeat twice or fifteen times in one session. No matter how long she decided to use me for I would comply and submit whole heartedly to her until she was done with me.
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