Revenge, Pt 10: The Return - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 10: The Return

... fingers. "Please Sir..." she moaned, her hips thrusting desperately beneath me, "Please, please...". I let out a short, dark laugh. She was so beautiful, so perfectly submissive. I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue between her lips where I met the usual resistance of her eager response. I broke the kiss and turned my attention to her neck. She moaned as I licked and kissed her, and let out a sharp gasp in my ear when I bit down gently. I pulled back and bent to kiss and nibble the taut flesh of her stomach. I moved slowly downwards, savouring the taste of her salty, glistening skin with my tongue. She didn't stop making little whimpers or gasps in response. I slid backwards off the bed, pushed my head between her legs and again pinned her hips down with my arms. I breathed heavily on her pussy and felt her jerk forcefully against my arms. It seemed like I was really going to have to hold her down. "Sir...Sir, please..." she whimpered. "Hmm...you really are a needy little slut, aren't you Jessica?" I asked. "Yes Sir." she said without hesitation, "I'm a needy slut, I'm your needy slut." "You really need to cum, don't you." I said, kissing her thigh. She let out a long, shuttering wail of desire and frustration. "I need it, Sir...Your slut needs to cum...Please..." she mewled. Without any more teasing, or any warning, I pressed my tongue against her pussy lips. I started at the bottom and took one long, forceful lick upwards, stopping at the top to fully cover her clit. I ...

... felt my tongue twitch once against her flesh... And that was all it took. She shouted out her long-awaited orgasm in a loud, strained voice, a wordless yell of pure pleasure. I started quickly licking against and around her clit, trying to prolong the sensations. Her hot, wet juices flooded my mouth, so much that I was practically swallowing her essence as it flowed from her. I redoubled my efforts, fighting hard to hold her down while licking even more forcefully. Her long legs had hooked around the back of my shoulders, and while her wild thrusting made it hard to continue, her legs had locked me to her. After a long several seconds, her body stopped thrusting against my arms, and she went limp. "Oh my God..." she moaned, "Oh my God, Sir...Thank y-" I cut her off by pushing my tongue against her clit. I wasn't finished yet. I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue before brushing across it in fast, light strokes. As embarrassing as it sounds, these were motions I'd been practising in the mirror, challenging myself to increase the speed and dexterity of my tongue. I started tracing shapes against the little nub of flesh, and I slid two fingers inside her, using my fingertips to seek out and stimulate her sensitive G-spot. A minute or two later she let out another wail of mindless bliss. My mouth was once again flooded with her taste, and her body began jerking and bucking as if wanting to detach my lips and tongue from her sensitive flesh. Her body was moving so ...