My wet femininity throbbed with urgent need. I had to stay focused and make sure I behaved, or Mistress might add several more days to my chastity! I felt I couldn't handle another hour, let alone days.

Heels approached the door!

Oh god, this was it, I hoped. Was it Mistress?

The dim clack of expensive shoes poured into the room. Whoever it was, they didn't say a word as they approached my bed.

I could feel the woman watching me. I couldn't tell if it was Mistress or not, my nose was still enthralled by the scent of Missy's pussy.

Then I heard it; the sound of jewelry. Something dangled at the end of a necklace. I knew that sound so well. Did this woman have my key around her neck?

Another familiar sound danced over my ears. Soft, thin fabric slid down long, slender legs right next to me. My body shivered with anticipation.

My pussy pulsed and dripped between my legs. I was drenched down there and the warm heat of my excitement just made my torment worse. I felt embarrassed and horny and the one just made the other worse!

This woman didn't say a word as she traced her long nails over my shallow stomach. My body bent to her touch, submissively reacting to every sensation she granted me.

I licked my lips, again, tasting my former guest. The current woman remained silent as she climbed on top of the bed. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like she knelt above my head. Again, I heard the jingling of the necklace. Was this it? Was I about to be unlocked?

The smell of the woman's naughty aroma, slowly wafted over me and I grew delirious with hunger.

"Open," she instructed, pulling on one of my nipples.

My mouth quickly dropped open for her. Soon, I felt her luscious mound rest on my lips. Its velvety texture couldn't have been more erotic.

"Lick," she encouraged. This time she tugged my painfully sensitive nipple, harder.

I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to feel like she had no choice but to unlock me. So I licked as best as I could.

Her flavor was different than the previous woman's. It was slightly bitter, but had an almost elegant and expensive taste. Like she had only ever worn panties laced with gold or something. This lady definitely came from money, or wealth or at least aspired to.

As I pushed my tongue in and out of her moistening pussy, I couldn't help but get emotional. I felt my chest become heavy and the urge to cry overtook me. I didn't know if it was because of how quiet and dominant she was being, or because how sexually denied I was. It had been so long since my pussy was licked or toyed or anything. The thought of having Mistress' fingers thrusting inside me, pushed tears from my eyes.

I tried to focus as hard as I could on worshiping the anonymous woman's vagina. She was getting very slick as she rocked her hips back and forth over my little chin.

The woman got louder and grabbed the back of my head. I was pulled by my thick hair, tightly into her hot mound. I could still breath through my nose as I flicked my tongue inside her. Her fingers rubbed hungrily at her clit and she moaned deeply.

I don't remember much after that point; just the rush of her pheromone-laden juices filling my tired mouth.

"Good girl," she sighed, relaxing her grip on my head.

I heard her jingle the necklace just above my head.

I squirmed, silently begging for my sweet reward.

"Tsk, tsk. Clean me up nicely first," she ordered, almost businesslike.

How torturously erotic it was to be forced to clean the wet, satisfaction from another woman's sex. I was allowed to taste and lap up the results of her delicious orgasm, but I could not experience one myself. My mad desires quickly enveloped me.

After licking up all of her naughty honey, she hopped off of me and slid her panties back on. Finally, she leaned over me and dangled the necklace above my mouth.

"Open," she instructed.

My tiny, red lips parted quickly as I felt her lower the jewelry into my mouth. I quickly probed the dangling charm with my tongue.

It was a little cross, not my key.

I helplessly let out a pained whimper as the woman stood up, pulling the necklace from my mouth.

I waited again, not knowing how long it would be until I was graced with another woman's presence. I lost track of time as my disappointment caused my sexual need to crush my spirits.

Over the next forty minutes or so, a couple more women came into the room. They both used my mouth and tongue for their pleasure, came in front of me and left. The last one had left her damp, lace panties wrapped around my neck and face.

As I waited for the next guest to arrive, I was forced to smell the woman's moist arousal as it cooled on my trembling skin. The naughty scent wafted through my nose with potent heat and fed my already rampant desire to touch myself.

It seemed like I had lied there, dripping in my chastity belt, for an eternity. Every breath I took, treated me to a renewed, horny torment. I couldn't help but imagine myself as one of the lucky women at the party. Sitting around in gorgeous dresses and nylons, drinking fancy wines and having fun. Then, when the conversation turned naughty and I was greeted with a little, wet excitement building between my thighs, I could just drift into the other room and have my nagging pussy licked to ecstasy.

Oh god! What was I doing to myself? The fantasy now had me writhing in heat, desperate to gush all over anything that came near my throbbing mound. I moaned loudly. I heard the noises growl from my lungs, almost as if it was from someone else. I whimpered and whined for someone to push inside my soaked, swollen lips.

Heels clomped on the hard wood outside the door. My heartbeat skipped a little and my cunt once again pleaded for relief.

I tried removing the effervescent panties from my face to remain somewhat dignified, but all the struggling did was tire my already exhausted body. Restrained and horny, I waited, forced to take in the tantalizing scent of a gorgeous woman's excitement.

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Thanks for reading! A much longer, 'part 4', is coming soon.

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