Amy stared at Melissa. The huge grin on Melissa’s face was almost unbelievable as she watched her mistress leave the lounge. Her chin was coated with her mistress’ juices, some of which dripped onto her breasts.
Amy decided to put things in order, having been so rudely deprived earlier. She yanked at the lead around Melissa’s neck causing her whole body to face Amy. She stood up, grasped what was left of the G&T in her glass and gulped it down.
“On the floor – now,” She commanded, “put your head next to that chair.”
Melissa did as she was told. She crept over to the chair and laid flat on the floor, face up. She watched Amy get closer until, at last, she straddled her mouth. Looking down on her, Amy brought the lead upwards and took in the slack.
Melissa’s head lifted from the floor by just the right amount for her tongue to touch Amy’s twat.
Amy held her there for a moment before letting her head rest on the floor. Amy shuffled herself down, Melissa’s body coming to rest on her stomach. She reached behind her and pushed a finger into Melissa’s wet and waiting cunt. Melissa moaned at the pleasant intrusion. She would have liked to have told Amy to finger-fuck her, but she was not the one that was supposed to be telling anyone what to do.
Nevertheless, Amy's finger fucked Melissa by reaching behind her. Amy’s breasts were heaving as she breathed in unison with her thrusts. She could see Melissa was getting worked up; her gasps were coming in short sharp bursts, and she was even insolent enough to raise her bum off the floor in an attempt to get more of Amy’s fingers inside her.
“Needy little cunt, aren’t you!” Amy told her. Melissa nodded. The sheer pleasure caused Melissa to sob quietly.
Amy went along with the pretence of giving pleasure until she could see that Melissa was getting close. She then removed her finger, though Melissa would never utter an objection. Amy offered her finger for Melissa to suck on. She licked it clean. In one swift motion, the finger was expertly replaced with pussy. Melissa’s tongue extended and she started to lick Amy’s pussy for a second time that night. She had her tongue right inside her cunt by the time Amy sat down on her face.
Without asking, Melissa let her hands fondle Amy’s arse, bringing both of them to bear on her plump flesh. It was a bold move, but she reckoned that Amy would not be familiar with the right protocol under the circumstances. Melissa reckoned that in her needy state, Amy would want a quick release before her mistress reappeared. Within minutes, her finger was searching Amy’s anus and soon she was synchronising the movement of her finger with her tongue. Both of them pushed into Amy’s holes at the same time and with the same pace and intention.
Amy placed both of her hands on the arms of the chair, only this time she was careful to keep hold of the lead; pulling it upwards so that Melissa’s face was tight against her pussy. She had learned one thing from Isabel that evening and that was to keep a tight rein on her slave. Nothing in the world was going to stop her orgasm now.
Amy moaned as Melissa fucked and licked her pussy. She pulled the chain tighter in an attempt to pull Melissa right inside her but it wasn’t working. She eventually changed position a little, slipping down her face to allow Melissa access to her clit. Amy panted into the back of the chair.
“You gorgeous cunt licker.”
Amy considered that she was experiencing the most beautiful feeling in the world. Melissa considered her words the most wonderful that she had heard that night. Melissa’s posture changed as she started to lick and suck Amy’s clit. One stroke of her tongue was quickly followed by her lips sucking on it. The alternating dual-action took Amy over the edge, almost immediately. Her hands pushed hard into the arms of the sofa. Amy gasped for air, her whole body riding the pleasure wave towards her climax. Amy’s body clenched in rapid bursts before her words betrayed her intentions.
A powerful orgasm engulfed Amy as she knelt over Melissa’s face and even though she had released the lead, Melissa kept up her licking and sucking motions on Amy’s clit. With one final exhale, Amy drenched Melissa’s face. Her female cum-juice erupted from her pussy and caused Melissa to swallow as much as she could before she even tried to replace her tongue on Amy’s pussy, but the flow was too much for even her to cope with and she resigned herself to swallowing as much as she could.
“Impressive!”
The voice was Isabel’s. Standing behind Amy and slightly to one side of her, she saw the sudden gush of fluid attempting to drown Melissa.
“Are you still alive, Melissa?” She asked, jokingly.
“Huhmmmph,” uttered Melissa, trying to nod at the same time from between Amy’s clenched thighs. The muffled sound supported the fact that she was still alive.
Amy was still panting and holding onto the chair, allowing her orgasm to subside as she glanced sideways at Isabel.
“Fuck me!” she exclaimed as her eyes feasted on the protuberance from Isabel’s groin.
Isabel was standing next to her with her nine-inch cock jutting proudly out from her body. Amy’s eyes lit up at the sight of the strap-on.
“No,” replied Isabel, “not you. Melissa.”
Amy was more than slightly disappointed but made the effort to climb off Melissa’s body, though it was a struggle to straighten her legs after such a powerful orgasm. She stood to one side, letting Melissa rise from the floor. Isabel allowed Melissa to stand fully before reaching out to her. She placed her hand on the back of her head and guided her in for a lingering kiss and the taste of Amy’s juices covering her face.
“You know what to do,” said Isabel.
Melissa headed for the sofa. She knelt on it and placed her hands and head on the top of the sofa. She fell forward onto it and rested there; her breasts and nipples brushed gently across the fine leather. Her bottom was elevated and her knees were on the edge.
Melissa waited. Amy watched the dynamics between them. Isabel stepped up to Melissa and with her right hand, stroked her bum lovingly, she let it fall to the underside and then slipped it between her thighs. Her fingers brushed against her pussy and one of them accidentally slipped inside. She hadn’t meant to give Melissa any form of loving pleasure but it hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“No need to get you wet is there,” Isabel joked.
Melissa’s pussy was more than ready for the cock that was about to penetrate her. In fact, she eagerly awaited it. It was the only cock that she got these days since her enslavement to Isabel, but it was the only cock she needed. She knew, more than anyone, that it wasn’t the device that gave pleasure, but the person wielding it. Melissa had come to know that this was Isabel’s loving nature exposing itself. It was her way of loving and at that moment, Melissa needed to be loved.
The silicone cock slowly pressed home as Isabel moved it up and down over her slick pussy. Melissa closed her eyes in anticipation and sighed at the touch. She felt it slide between her folds and intrude, but only slightly at first, then an inch or so penetrated her.
Isabel was smiling profusely. She had inserted her cock just inside Melissa’s pussy, in a covert kind of way; slipping it in under the wetness of her cunt. She slid it in and out for a while making sure that it was fully coated and would not snag on the folds of her pussy. She knew exactly what she would do next and she knew the result it would have on Melissa.