Your cock is beautiful – 26

“Here, look, I’ll put it away.” I said.

I walked back to the desk and opened my drawer. For a second I considered lying to her and taking a few more silent pictures, but I shrugged and dropped it in, then closed the drawer with an exaggerated slam.

I knelt down on the bed again and took her knees in my hands. I gently guided her off her side and on to her back, then opened her legs again. Her pussy was even wetter now, and it had made a visible mark on my sheets. Despite her protests, something about having her picture taken like this had turned her on. Was it possible that my submissive, masochistic, bondage-loving slut was a closet exhibitionist on top of everything else? I made a note to follow up on that theory as soon as possible.

The scent of her arousal was everywhere, and I felt myself become impossibly harder. The smell of her wet pussy was something I had come to associate with all the things I did to her, and so the scent itself now turned me on.

“What are you doing?” she almost whispered.

I’d been holding her legs open for a while, lost in my thoughts.

“I’m looking at your pussy, Mia.” I stated honestly.

She let out a breath of shock and I felt her try to close her legs. She wasn’t used to revealing this part of herself to anyone, and even I hadn’t paid too much attention in the past. It was embarrassing for her, but I knew that would only arouse her further. This was proven to be true when I held her legs in place against her efforts, and she let out a small whimper and bit down on her lower lip.

“You know, it’s quite a pretty pussy.” I said slowly, softly, “Pink little lips… so cute… and so sensitive.”

She gasped lightly, but didn’t try to pull away.

“And wet too,” I said, leaning in closer, “So wet that you’re staining my sheets. Such a slutty, drippy little pussy.”

“Sir…” she whimpered, trying to close her legs.

I wrapped both my arms across her hips and brought my face an inch away from her, letting my breath tickle her sensitive lower lips.

“Ahhahh…” she sighed, “Sir… What… What are you…?” she mumbled.

“And your clit sticks right out.” I teased, “Just sit right out, like it’s begging to be played with.”

She didn’t reply, but her breath seemed unsteady and erratic. She was so sensitive, so ready.

“It’s so cute.” I said, as if to myself, “It almost looks good enough to…”

I trailed off,and suddenly pressed my tongue to her wet lips, licking upwards towards her clit. Her body immediately jerked against me, but I held her hips in place with my arms.

I finished my long lick, and took a second to consider my first taste of pussy. The flavor was interesting. Completely unique, and a little strange, but not actually unpleasant. Definitely something I could get used to.

“Sir what are you doing!?” Mia squeaked, finally seeming to get her breath back.

“I’m tasting your pussy, sweetheart.” I said gently, kissing the inside of her thigh, “This is your reward for being a good girl.”

I pressed the tip of my tongue to her outer lips and slowly circled around. She gasped dramatically, and pushed her hips against my arms. I’d read enough cunnilingus tips online to last a lifetime, so I was determined to be good at this. I had already started to get used to the taste of her, and I knew that I’d probably end up enjoying it, just like with the wine.

I continued to explore the sensitive outer lips, feeling the texture against my tongue. Then I moved inwards, licking against the inside of her pussy, enjoying how it made her gasp. I kept using light, teasing licks on her lips, and every now and again sinking inside, looking for spots that were more sensitive than others, waiting for a bigger reaction. I’d find her G-spot like this with my fingers, and I’d find some sensitive areas with my tongue even if it took all night.

“I’m gonna cum!” she suddenly screeched.

Well that was fast.

I pulled away from her.

“Already? I’ve barely started.” I said, letting my genuine disappointment seep into my voice. “I was looking forward to teasing you some more…”

She shook her head frantically from side to side.

“I can’t…” she moaned, “Soon… I’m so close…”

I quickly leaned in and licked her once more, a quick swipe from bottom to top. She yelped with pleasure and surprise.

“Ahhnnn…” she moaned, thrusting her hips against my grip, “So close… Oh fuck I’m so close!”

I felt myself pouting up at her. I’d been looking forward to a long, slow tease, but I could barely touch her without her going off. It looked like these few minutes were all the practice I was going to get tonight.

I hated not being able to explore new interests.

I sighed, and shrugged.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked, licking and nibbling her thigh, “Do you want to cum on my tongue?”

“Please!” she begged, “Please! Ooh God, please!”

I’d never seen her this desperate, but I guess it made sense. Three weeks without contact, and then I lick her for the first time? It was really no surprise she was on edge. After all, the first time I’d left her this long without an orgasm, she’d cum just from me entering her, despite the pain of tearing her hymen. Or maybe… because of the pain of tearing her hymen. It was hard to tell with a masochist like Mia.

I pulled away from her completely, determined to make this last. I moved forward, leaning over her body and taking her jaw in my grip again. With my other hand I grabbed one of her soft, heavy tits, squeezing lightly and feeling her hard nipple push against my palm.

I put my lips to her ear and spoke in a soft, gentle voice;

“Do you really want to cum? You can’t wait any more?”

She shook her head and let out a strained whine. I tightened my grip on her face for a few seconds before releasing her and moving my hand to her inner thigh. Immediately I felt her legs close together, accidentally denying me access in trying to further her own pleasure.

“Legs open!” I said, my voice suddenly stern.

She let out a frustrated whine but obeyed, flinging her legs apart.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked again, sliding my fingers down her thigh towards her dripping pussy. “Do you want me to taste this pussy again?”

“Please…Please…” she whimpered.

“Please?” I asked, “Please… what?”