GG, Mistress

It started when your eyes flicked up to mine, then back to your handheld game, then back up to mine, staying there. You smile slightly, coquettishly, and ask, "Are you getting ideas?"

I chuckle at that. "Yes, I am," I reply. I brush the hair out of your eyes. I lean closer, tilt your head up further with two fingers on your chin. "I think I want to play you the way you're playing that game. And I want you to call me mistress."

Your eyes go wide for a moment at my words, then turn bright with rising desire. "Do you want to push my buttons, Mistress? Maybe play with my controllers? Mistress?" You raise one of your legs and wiggle your pale toes at me for emphasis.

I laugh and push you gently back onto the bed. I grab your ankles just below the hem of your pajama bottoms and plant tiny kisses on the tips of each of your toes. You smile and sigh contentedly, trying to turn your attention back to your game. Ha! Such a bratty girl. I love it.

Gentle caresses from my tongue, tiny dances around and between your toes. More kisses, and then I am sucking your toes, one at a time, two at a time. I kneed the bottoms of your feet with my hands, and you moan. I look up, seeing that you are having an increasingly difficult time paying attention to your game. Poor baby.

Your eyes can't hide the growing desire rising in them as your gaze eventually locks with mine once more. Holding that gaze, I slowly, achingly lick the sole of your foot from the heel to the base of your big toe, swirling my tongue as I do so.

One of your hands absently slides up your torso to your breast, where you tease yourself through your tight T-shirt. Your nipples instantly poke through the fabric, enticing, inviting, almost topping from the bottom.

"You're starting to turn me on, Mistress," you giggle.

"Is that a problem?" I ask.

You shake your head. "Nope." And as I begin to devour your toes once again, your hand slips under your T-shirt to play. Your eyes are still locked to mine and the fire that I feel building in my clit is clearly starting to rival your own.

You lay back and the hand holding the game drops to the side, the game still clutched tight but now forgotten. I slide my hands down the length of your bent legs and grab hold of the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You moan softly again as you lift your hips to help as I slide the bottoms off to reveal your pale legs and super cute panties.

I push your legs back and slowly lick the sole of the other foot. Then I slide forward, between your legs, my lips first kissing the tiny bow at the front of your white panties, then leaving a tiny, fiery trail up to your belly button, up to the arm you've still got under your shirt. You pull that arm out and I grab your wrist, directing your fingers into my mouth. My tongue dances on your fingertips and then I push your hand down to your panties, touching your fingers to your cloth-covered clit.

"Oh, fuck," you breathe as I force you to start masturbating through your panties. Then my hand comes back up and lifts the hem of your T-shirt, exposing your tits and your perky nipples. You drop the game onto the bed and bring that hand up to wrap around my neck, beneath my hair. You pull my head closer as I bend down and take first one nipple, then the other into my mouth, teasing it, licking it, biting it just hard enough to make you gasp pleasantly.

I run a hand up and down your side, raking deeply with my fingers as your fingers continue to churn your clit through your underwear. The fingers of my other hand are on your other nipple--twisting, pulling, flicking, teasing, soothing. Your breathing is becoming just a bit more ragged, and the hand on your clit is moving in tighter, faster circles as you moan.

You stop rubbing your clit to use both hands to help me take off your T-shirt. I pull mine over my head as well, freeing my breasts, and almost immediately, you are locked to one of my nipples, your tongue, lips, teeth trying to devour me as I had you. I pull your head close as you do so, the way you'd pulled mine. Our breathing is tandem, cycled, co-mingled as you play with my breasts and send even more liquid fire from my clit to my toes, to the crown of my head. Your mouth always feels so good.

Then I push you back down and use both hands to pull off your panties. You raise your hips to help once again, and I use the motion to roll you over and pull your hips up, so your ass is prominently displayed. You giggle and shake your ass, tempting, teasing, and I reward you with a series of slow, sensual spanks. Light at first as you squirm and tease. Then heavier, harder as you start to melt into the sensation. When your ass is bright red, and your pussy is glistening and dripping, I roll you back over and push both of your legs back, exposing you.

My mouth devours your clit in tight, hot circles before dancing down to bury itself inside your pussy. In and out, back up to your clit. Hot electricity in the touch of you, in the taste of you, your essence. Your juices are an aphrodisiac that even the gods envy. Your hands are in my hair, holding me close to your bucking hips, your needy pussy, your throbbing clit. My fingers dig grooves in the skin of your ass cheeks as I eat you out. One hand slips around--two fingers slide so easily into your gasping, spasming pussy, while my thumb slides slowly, achingly into your ass.

We both lose track of time as I devour you and you lose yourself in the devouring. Your breathing is tight and ragged, your cheeks flushed, your heart racing. A small eternity passes and then we roll over, me onto my back while you straddle my face. You rest your arms against the wall above the headboard and begin to grind and ride my tongue desperately.

"Fuck--" You gasp. "Oh my god, Mistress, I want to fuck you."

I pause long enough to say, "First, I want you to cum on my face. I need to taste your orgasm."

"Fuuuuuck, yes, Mistress, oh shit--" Because my tongue is once again buried deep, lapping at your core, your gooey insides, the walls of your pussy tightening and spasming as you get close. "Mistress, Mistress--fuck, I'm close. May I please cum?"

"Cum." And you do, rocking your head back as you continue to ride your release onto my face and tongue. Your juices squirt across my lips and I swallow as much as I can as you gasp and squeal and cum hard.

Again, time seems to pass achingly slowly and blindingly fast simultaneously. Your gasping and heavy breathing barely has a chance to catch itself before we roll over again and we are both impaled on a long, double-ended dildo. My hips grind into yours and we fuck each other hard. Your ankles are in my hands, and I am sucking, biting, and kissing your toes as we fuck. One of your hands is pulling and twisting your own nipples, while the other is furiously rubbing your clit.

The double dildo fuck is so hot, and our comingled energy is a crackling atomic fire. The portion of the dildo visible between us is slick with our combined goo. I drop your feet and lean forward, my lips locked to yours in a passionate kiss that pushes us both over the edge.

Your second orgasm hits so hard and so fast that you can't even ask for permission--you can only gasp in tight, hot desperation, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

I continue to grind the dildo into both of us as I watch your climax hit your face, and then I lose control. My pussy spasms in a tight, wet rush and I scream my orgasm into the air before collapsing into your waiting, breathless arms.

Several gasping, giggling moments pass before you kiss me and ask, "So... GG, Mistress?"