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Lesbian slave now the Seductress:    And Her Adventures 4 B

Lesbian slave now the Seductress:
And Her Adventures 4 B
  




How dare you! I said, shocked by her pretentious diva attitude, even as my pussy tingled.

She remained stoic at my anger, as she lifted up her skirt and revealed a shaved pussy. "Go ahead, my pet. Have your just dessert."

You wish, I scoffed, even as I couldn't take my eyes off her glistening pussy.

Your words say no, but your eyes and body say yes, she said, spreading her legs slightly further.

This is ridiculous, I said, reaching for her phone.

Pulling her hand away, her tone got serious, as she said, this is getting old quickly. Either get on your knees and eat my cunt like we both know you want to, or leave and I'll have Katherine finish the job.

Where is she? I asked.

Don't worry about her, she said, as she reached for me, grabbed my head and shoved it into her pussy.

I was shocked, but the shock quickly shifted to intrigue as my nose was drawn in by her scent.

Now lick, slut, she ordered, her hand holding me between her legs.

I definitely could have broken free; I definitely could have stood up and slapped her in the face; I likely could have grabbed her phone and smashed it; yet before my brain could even think about what I was doing, I was licking her pussy.

Good fucking pet, she moaned.

I couldn't believe I was licking this pretentious diva, yet I also couldn't believe how sweet and addicting her taste was.

Maybe it was the months of being alone, maybe it was the long hours, maybe it was how horny I was or maybe it was the dominant attitude of the teen, but I was quickly completely immersed in pleasing her.

I licked her hungrily, unsure of what I was doing.

Slow down, slut, she ordered. Take your time.

I winced at being called a slut by her, yet name calling also turned me on greatly and my pussy felt like it was literally on fire.

I obeyed and explored her pussy with my tongue, parting her pussy lips and getting a more intense sampling of her pussy taste.

She said, that is better, my pet. I knew the minute I saw you this afternoon you would be having dessert between my legs.

That was ludicrous, I thought to myself, and yet recalling her first words Oh, I think I know what I want, and the look she gave me, it did make sense.

I didn't respond, just kept licking... enjoying the taste, the forced submission.

Suddenly she lifted my head up and asked, her phone again filming me, tell me what you want.

I shook my head. Please don't film this.

She sighed. Look, slut. Either you obey like the submissive pussy slut you are or I'll get my obedient pet to finish me off.

But, I, um, I began to protest, but as I glanced down at her pussy I only felt hunger. I looked back up, defeated and horny and answered I want to lick your pussy.

And you want to be my pet slut? she continued to add on to the humiliation.

Yes, I admitted, my face burning red with a mixture of shame and lust.

Yes, what? She questioned.

Yes, I want to be your pet slut, I replied, too far gone to worry about how much more blackmail video she had on her phone. I needed her pussy, I needed to be controlled.

And how does pussy munching pet sluts address their owner? she asked.

I winced at the word 'owner it somehow made this submission more permanent than the wild act of the moment it was.

Yet, I answered, knowing what she wanted to hear as I had called my husband 'Master' many times in these situations and had heard Katherine call her Mistress earlier, Mistress, I whispered.

Are you ashamed of me? she asked, offended.

I wasn't; I was ashamed of myself. I answered, looking into her eyes, No, Mistress. I'm ashamed of myself.

Why? she asked.

Because I'm licking a teenager, please tell me you're eighteen, I began, before worrying if I was actually breaking the law.

She smiled, I'm eighteen.

Thank God, I sighed.

As I continue.

Anyway, I'm licking an eighteen year olds pussy, after hours, in my kitchen, when I should be heading home to my children. And I don't even know your name, I explained.

Brae, she revealed.

"Of course it is," I nodded, hearing the name it now made perfect sense. She was definitely a Brae.

"How so?" she asked, looking curious.

"Well," I answered, "when I first saw you, your treatment of Katherine and your bitchiness, I assumed you were a Brittany or Amber, but now... now... Brae just makes sense."

"Interesting," she nodded, before she asked, "So, do you want to finish what you started?"

"Yes, Mistress Brae," I nodded, wordlessly and willingly burying my face back between her legs and resuming my licking.

"Such a good pet," she moaned.

I licked for a few more minutes, listening to her moans begin to increase, when she ordered, "Now focus on my clit, my pet."

I had avoided it completely, knowing that for me the clit was the trigger to eruption. I moved to it and began to flick it with my tongue.

"Oh yes, you nasty pussy slut," Brae moaned, "don't stop."

I obeyed, continuously flicking her clit, and as her moans increased I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and began finger fucking her.

Oh yes, yes, Brae began to babble, obviously close. You're such a good cunt licker, fuck, yes.

And in the blink of an eye I was coated with the wetness of her sweet, addicting cum. I had always hated the idea of getting a facial from a man, although I always obeyed and took one when my husband had ordered me to, the act so demeaning that it turned me on immensely, and a pussy facial was equally humiliating, equally exhilarating.

I hungrily lapped her excess cum, wondering if I came this much, wondering if I tasted this good, wondering if all pussy tasted like heaven.

Brae finally ordered, Look up at me.

I did and wasn't surprised to see the phone still out.

By nutbuster

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