The ebony skinned woman’s stomach muscles tightened, and her perfectly formed small breasts, slick with sweat, jiggled with an insistent rhythm as she ground herself against Blair’s face, her breath coming in ragged gasps now.
A Pussy Girl’s Role Is To Pleasure
by Mia Sumner
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Log in as a supporterThe air was thick and hot in the well appointed bedroom, and the space filled with the sharp tang of sweat mixed with the cloying sweetness of arousal, accompanied by moans and the rustle of silk sheets. A large dildo rested on the bedside table, a silent promise of things to come.
“Mmmm Babe, this one was a good find. She’s so eager to please. Ohhfffff her tongue, it’s like she hasn’t eaten in a week!” The woman gasped as Blair’s tongue continued its assault on her pussy. Blair’s face buried between her toned chocolate thighs, the skin soft and smooth against her cheek.
“I haven’t let her cum in a month, Nia, not since I brought her home.” Zola’s voice purred with satisfaction and a hint of pride. “She’s learning that a pussy girl’s role is to pleasure.”
Just focus on the sensations, Blair repeated to herself, don’t think about what they’re saying. Nia’s pussy tasted of salt and musk, an almost combination that only added to Blair’s arousal. Her tongue moved faster, so pathetically eager to please. Zola’s seductive words echoed around her mind, resonating in her desperate, denied brain. Zola’s hand, gentle on the back of her head, encouraged her to continue. Blair’s job was to pleasure, that was what mattered.
“A month, I can’t even imagine.” Nia gasped again, her hips bucking against Blair’s face. “She must be so… desperate.”
The ebony skinned woman’s stomach muscles tightened, and her perfectly formed small breasts, slick with sweat, jiggled with an insistent rhythm as she ground herself against Blair’s face, her breath coming in ragged gasps now.
Blair was, beyond, desperate. Her own cunt dripped down her thighs as her tongue lapped at the pussy of a woman she’d never even seen before this afternoon. Just a touch, she pleaded silently. Just a moment of release. But the words were lost in the torrent of sensation, in the desperate need that made it impossible to focus.
“Oh you should hear her whimper Nia, it’s delicious. These young white girls, so full of themselves, so certain they know it all. A little time with my tongue and touch, and you realized, didn’t you pet? Realized how out of your depth you were, but it was far too late by then.”
Blair whimpered into Nia’s pussy as Zola gently mocked her. The truth of it was both embarrassing and intoxicating. A month now since she’d felt Zola’s tongue.
Blair remembered the first time Zola had touched her, the shock of pleasure and shame that had coursed through her body. Zola’s fingers had been relentless, teasing and tormenting her until she had begged for release, her body writhing in ecstasy and humiliation. That was the moment she had lost control, the moment she had become Zola’s.
“Fuck, that’s hot, babe. So she’ll just do this for me for as long as I want? And I don’t have to do anything?” Nia’s fingers tightened in Blair’s hair, pulling her closer. “Beg for it,” she whispered, her voice thick with excitement. Blair’s throat tightened, but no sound came out. She was trapped, a prisoner of her own desires and needs.
“Beg!” Harsher this time, accompanied by a tug on her hair that made Blair wince.
“Please.” her voice sounded weak, almost pathetic to her own ears. Zola laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Blair’s spine. Blair glanced up, catching Zola’s eyes, dark and knowing, a silent acknowledgement of her power. But Zola wasn’t satisfied, yanking Blair’s head back by the hair.
“Say it,” she hissed. “Say you’re a worthless little cunt who lives to please.”
Blair’s flushed with humiliation. Zola’s eyes were on her, and Nia’s grip constricted her throat.
“Yes, yes…” She coughed. “I’m a worthless little cunt who lives to please.” The words, from her own mouth, struck her like an almost physical blow. Shame mixed with excitement, and her cunt clenched as though acknowledging the truth of what she had just said.
Zola laughed again, her fingers, finally, briefly teasing Blair’s needy cunt, just long enough to confirm how wet she really was. Blair looked up at her, those full lips curved in a knowing smirk. Her broad shoulders framing full, caramel breasts. Was this, maybe, would she finally give Blair the release she so badly needed?
“Well I told her if she was excellent you might let her cum, but it sounds like it’s going to be another long month. Merry Christmas Babe!” Zola voice, rich with satisfaction, sent a shudder through Blair’s desperate body. What would be left of her after another month of this?
After the flash
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