1. At Her Mercy


    Date: 7/5/2024, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Obsolete_Fox 

    ... over her head, revealing her huge, pendulous breasts to me for the first time. I whimpered at the sight of them, imagining my lips wrapped around her nipple. But Jane denied me that pleasure. Gathering her right breast in both of her hands, she guided her nipple to her own lips. I moaned as she began sucking her tit. Her muffled cries revealed her obvious arousal. When she finally allowed the swollen, pink nipple to escape her mouth, her stare was hard as she said, "You have nothing to offer me, Esme."

"I'll eat your pussy. I'm dying to!" I longed for Jane to straddle me and lower her cunt onto my face, but she only threw her head back and laughed.

"You think your tongue can compete with this?" She held up the vibrator and once again turned it on. Resting on her knees, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pressed the vibe against her clit. Her hips immediately began rocking from the stimulation. "Oh, fuck yes!" she breathed. I was momentarily forgotten while Jane pleasured her pussy. She never allowed me to touch her, and even as she brought herself to orgasm, she maintained her composure. Only her quaking thighs betrayed the ecstasy she ...
    ... felt.

When Jane was finished, she brought the head of the vibrator to my lips. "Lick," she ordered. I readily obeyed, tasting both of us on my tongue. "How do you feel, knowing you can't talk your way out of this?"

"Powerless," I said.

Jane's smile was one of approval. "That's perfect, Esme. That's exactly how I want you to feel." She placed the vibe against my clit, using the highest speed. I shuddered and moaned, unable to form words. My muscles strained violently.

"Come!" she demanded. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I succumbed to the orgasm. Fluid escaped me, not as a squirt but as a thin stream, and each spasm sent more gushing forth. I could only groan while my body surrendered. "You've made such a mess!" Jane said, clearly pleased. "Little Miss Perfect can't even control her own pussy."

I sobbed, overwhelmed by my helplessness and my bliss. Even after Jane turned off the vibrator, my clit throbbed. She stroked my cheek, and I nestled into her touch. "Shh," she soothed. "No harm done in letting go. I'll clean you up, make you nice and new, sweetheart."

I closed my eyes, smiling through fresh tears as I whispered, "Thank you."
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