I was getting close to cumming in his mouth, but not quite yet. I reached for the key to the handcuffs. “If I undo these, can you behave?” No answer. I slapped him, harder than last time. “Fucking answer me you fucktoy.” He obeyed, and I uncuffed him. My legs still straddled his face and I was leaning back so I could touch my clit. But I wanted to be pleased elsewhere. I scooted my body forward and leaned back even farther. His tongue was now in the oh-so-great area between my pussy and my ass. “Lick,” I said. He did as he was told.
Fuck, his tongue felt good along the crevice of my ass. I wiggled my body in such a fashion that he almost had to lick me there. I began rubbing my clit again. His tongue was making small circles around my pretty little hole. It had to be better than hers. I wondered if he licked her ass in the shower. I know her soapy tits were pressed against the glass, and her fucking yellow underwear was in my washer. Did he lick her there? I rubbed my clit harder. His tongue was doing more than circles now. I spread my legs a little wider. He licked faster and I rubbed even harder. I came. My creamy juices started flowing out my pussy and onto his mouth. I moved so he had to taste it. I wiggled my clit across his lips and let my cream seep into his mouth. “Fucking swallow it,” I said. I sat there for a few seconds, holding him down, pinning him to the bed with my legs. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me.”