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In the dim light of the dungeon, she encircled my waist with one arm and pulled me close to her side as we walked to a corner where an intimate grouping of sofas were full of quietly chatting people. Again slaves and submissives were in various states of undress on the floor. She was quickly made room for and we sat with another glass of champagne. The pixie like door girl blushed and visibly quivered at the sight of Monique pointing to her feet. She crawled over with her breasts pushed impossibly high against the tight corset. She knelt, laying her head in Monique’s lap to have her hair stroked softly while the conversation carried on. The girl’s eyes closed in bliss and I could see her gently pushing back and forth against the legs against her, almost cooing.
Slowly Monique pulled at the ties on her corset and with a little squirming the black leather loosened enough for her breasts to spill out and over, with tight little nipples hard as stones. Each was twisted between Monique’s expert fingers till the girl was moaning and almost humping her leg. Her head was tossed back and her eyes rolled as they were pinched till they must have been screaming in pain. But she only moaned in pleasure. When her nipples were released, she swaying forward looking for more and I saw they were red raw. Two delicate little clips were place in Monique’s hand and she held them up for the girl to see. With a soft coo she offered up her breasts, arching back with a delighted look on her face. Her fingers held the soft flesh up as first one sparkling clamp was attached to a hard nipple and screwed tightly into place, then the other till they wore the matching implements with the protruding nipples turning a deep purple as the blood was suppressed. The teeth cut into her and she smiled in pleasure.
A delicate gold chain was threaded through the clamps and pulled gently so her body tilted forward at Monique’s insistence. With a hand on her head, Monique slowly pushed the girls face between her beautiful thighs that parted widely and began to use the chain to guide the girl’s mouth along her sex. Releasing the strain the girls head dipped down, gliding up as the chain pulled taunt. Again and again her head rose and fell. I could only imagine her tongue sliding through the glistening folds of Monique’s sex and shivered in desire.
With one hand on the chain, her other lightly stroked up my thigh, easing under the short shirt till my own thighs were parting willingly and her fingers were tickling and teasing at the entrance of my pussy. It was a soft grazing touch that had me panting for more as she turned her face to mine and we kissed, entwining tongues. People watching faded into the background as my mind spun in desire. The door girl moaned as the pull of the chain increased in pressure and speed, just as the tongue in my mouth did. The kiss went from one of mutual desire to dominant conquest. All I could do was hold my mouth open as she ravished it. I squirmed closer as her fingers eased within the now soaking pussy lips and she began to finger fuck me in time with the tongue washing over her own. I moaned in deep arousal as the pressure swelled deep in my belly and threaten to burst over her hand.
I could hear the slurping of the tongue below but everything else faded out as a roar started in my ears from my heart pounding. She gripped my chin with the same hand that held the chain, tilting my face to the side and growled at me to cum, cum hard. I needed no encouragement. My cunt contracted up and the vibrations sprung to life, rolling through my body, making me visibly jerk to and fro. A graceful moan slipped from her mouth into mine. It was a sharp contrast to my own boisterous orgasm. She shuddered in pleasure as the girl between her legs slurped at her cum and she moved her mouth from mine, leaving me panting.
Slowly she pulled the girls face up and licked over her glistening lips. The girl’s eyes were glazed with lust and I could smell the sweet juices covering her mouth and chin. Gently she turned the girls face to mine and with out a moment’s hesitation I licked at the dominant juice clinging to her face. She signed and closed her eyes as I slowly laid my tongue on her.
“Good girl, clean her for me. She did well.” Monique’s voice in my ear urged me on and I opened my mouth to suck at the cum soaked chin. Lingering spasms overtook me as the girl opened her mouth and I sucked the remnants of cum from her tongue and her lips. Monique’s fingers, still deeply embedded inside me were squeezed and she laughed softly “little slut.” I felt I was. Never in a million years had I imagined I would be here, in this place, sucking cum from another woman’s face, but I was and I was loving it.
Slowly Monique separated out mouths and began unscrewing the clamps on the girl’s nipples. With her eyes closed she looked to be mediating. Barely a whisper pasted her lips as first one, then the other was freed and the blood sprung back into the flesh as Monique rubbed them briskly between thumb and forefinger. I was amazed. With a deep kiss she was sent on her way and she crawled to the center of the pit, curling up contently.
“She is a pain slut, my dear. That was very tame for her.” I turned my face to hers and she stroked over my cheek. “You pleased me.” I panted in response. “Would you like to suck my fingers, dear one?” I couldn’t speak. I could only nod as she eased them from my pussy and held them glistening up before me. My wet folds still throbbed as she brought her face close and sniffed them. Oh I was turned on. There was no other word to describe it. It was primal and I was turned on. I instinctively moved my face to her fingers. “Beg me, child.” I trembled and opened my mouth, the smallest whisper coming out.
“Please Ma’am, may I clean your fingers.”
“Where does a girl beg from?” She asked.
I knew what she wanted and I wanted to give it to her. I slid from the sofa and knelt on the floor, easing myself towards her, thrilled at her smile.
“Beautiful,” she said. “I knew you were a slut.”
Leaning down she whispered close to my ear, the treasured musk stamped fingers closer than ever. “Beg me, slut.”
“Please Ma’am, I beg you. May I lick your fingers?”
“Who begs,” she insisted.
“This slut, Ma’am, this slut begs to lick your ooze covered fingers.”
“And whose ooze is it?”
I was desperate and felt the sting of tears beginning. “This sluts ooze, Ma’am, it is this sluts juice.”
“And from where did this juice come from.”
I trembled. “From this slut’s cunt, Ma’am. You brought the juice from this ones cunt.”
She smiled in satisfaction. “Slut may clean the fuck juice she spilt on my fingers.”
I opened my mouth in relief. I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything in my short life.
I suckled on her fingers. They were the most delicious thing I had ever consumed. She held my chin with her powerful hand and brought my mouth to her fingers and controlled my every movement. My tongue ran around and between each finger, gathering the thick tasting pussy juice and swallowing greedily. I moaned and stretched high as she pulled them up for me to follow. Gliding her index finger over her own thigh, she left a wet trail and I licked behind it. Her thigh was soft and sensual and I wanted more but she pulled my face up and pushed three fingers into my mouth, sliding them straight down my throat with out hesitation. I gagged quickly, never having the best gag reflex. She tickled the back of my throat as I suffered, with tears falling down my cheeks, fully pulling them free for me to cough and splutter.
She smiled and stroked my cheek softly. I could only look up in admiration as she stood and pulled my hair to bring me standing behind her, firmly put in my place as she continued the tour. My belly tingled at the thought of what the rest of the room might hold in store for me. She pulled my hair like a leash and we past by the disgruntled Kevin who had finished drinking from the older woman’s font and was not being forced to serve another, her foot pressed to his cum soaked face and his tongue bathing her toes. He looked to me with jealousy written all over his face. I followed on to another corner, almost falling to my knees again at what I saw.
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