You knelt between my spread thighs, trembling with hunger. Your mouth was already watering as you pressed hot, sloppy kisses all over my soft inner thighs, licking long wet stripes with your greedy tongue before sinking your teeth in just hard enough to make me feel it. You were panting, whimpering, kissing and biting higher and higher, getting closer and closer to my dripping pussy but never daring to touch it without permission.
“Please Mistress… just one taste…” you begged between desperate licks and bites, your voice shaking. But I didn’t budge. I simply looked down at you with a wicked smile and shook my head.
Instead, I leaned back, spread my legs even wider, and gave you, my pathetic pet the best front-row view.
I slid two fingers deep into my soaked cunt right in front of your face, pumping them slowly while my other hand rubbed tight circles on my swollen clit. You could see everything: how wet I was, how my fingers glistened with my nectar, how my pussy clenched and dripped every time I hit that perfect spot.
You kept frantically kissing and licking my thighs the whole time, biting them harder as your own denied cock leaked all over the floor, but I ignored you completely.
I fucked myself faster, moaning louder, until my thighs started shaking around your face. I came hard; gushing, pulsing, soaking my fingers while you watched every second, whimpering like a starving animal.
I kept going, bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm right in front of you — fingers slamming in and out, clit throbbing under my touch, my sweet nectar running down my ass and coating my thighs. Each climax made me moan louder, my hips jerking as I flooded again and again.
When I was finally done, flushed, breathing heavy, and dripping everywhere, I looked down at my desperate, whimpering pet and purred:
“Where’s my clean up crew?”
You immediately dove in like the starving slut you are, tongue lapping frantically at my soaked thighs, sucking every drop of my delicious nectar from my skin. Burying your face deeper, licking long & greedy strokes up my cum-soaked thighs.
“Enough.” I snapped and you jolt back into your kneeling position. “Your services are required elsewhere, slut.” You nod as you lick your lips, acknowledging the mess that still needs to be cleaned around my swollen clit. “Yes, Mistress…thank you.”
