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Nameless Mistress

... those words, she moved over to the bed, pushed me back down again and moved her pussy on top of my face. I obediently started eating it out. I licked along her pussy lips, then pressed my tongue against her clit. I started circling it with the tip of my tongue, my hands sneaking up to aid me in pleasing my new Mistress. My Mistress was already breathing heavily, moving her hips in a slow rhythm on top of my face. "Yes, good. Make me cum, slave, use your hands, use whatever you deem necessary," she commanded, her eyes closed, her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. The nipple-play only turned me on more, as I put two fingers around her clit, squeezing it in between them. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, moving it around, having it lap up all of the sweet pussy juices that were coming out of her. Then I started circling her clitoris again, with my fingers this time, slowly building up the speed as I kept moving my tongue around in her. She began moaning, moving in a more erratic rhythm on top of my face, moving more roughly and making it harder to keep up my work. She didn't speak, just moaned, her previous command not having been obeyed just yet. So I replaced my tongue with the fingers of my free hand, feeling along the walls of her vagina and finally finding her g-spot, which I then began pressing on, which caused her immediate release. She thrashed wildly on top of my face, moaning loudly. "Oh! Yes, that's what I fucking expect of you, you slut, I'm ...

... cumming! Hmm!" She kept thrashing as I kept stimulating her clitoris and g-spot, until after a few minutes she finally calmed down. Then I felt the whip fall across my nipple, making me gasp in pain and surprise. "What are you doing?" "Did I give you permission to speak?" she answered, making it land across my other nipple as well. Then she got off of me, off of the bed, reaching in a drawer. As she turned around I looked at her back, at her marvellous ass. She fastened some straps around herself, before turning around again and presenting me with a gigantic, fake dick. That was never going to fit inside me. It was too wide, too long. I kept quiet however, thinking that would be the way to save myself. She walked over to me, her hips swaying. "Get up. On all fours, facing me," she told me, looking at me with a look that could only be amusement. I obeyed, facing her. "Now suck my dick, lube it up. You're going to need it lubed up properly before it gets in you." I gulped, though the thought of it penetrating me seemed to turn me on even more. Since when did I get turned on by the thought of pain? Nevertheless, I started sucking on the fake cock, moving my head up and down its shaft and making my head follow along. I put as much spit on it as possible, trying to make it as slick as possible, while my Mistress simply held a hand in my hair. Which, after a few minutes, she used to turn me around. "Stay on all fours, no matter what happens." So I did, as she stood behind me, the cock ...