It must be magic. Her tongue must be magical. There's no other reason why you would do this. You don't like girls. You're not attracted to them. You're not.
"O-Olivia," you say, "That's good– b-but.. you can... do it harder."
Her eyes rise up and stare into yours. A predatory smile.
Her fingers slide up your thighs, deliciously touching you and finding your lips, spreading them apart. She thrusts her tongue in.
It just feels too good. Anybody could understand. You don't like girls like this – you just like the pleasure. It's not that Olivia's doing it, it's just that it feels good.
You pant, "H-harder."
Her head roams up an inch and her teeth locate your clit.
"Oh– Olivia–"
Her tongue swirls around it, plays with it, strokes it.
You can't hold it in, you can feel your heart through the veins in your eyes, "M-more..."
That's when her finger probes your asshole.
For the briefest moment, you're disgusted with her– but then, all at once, half of her digit enters you.
Fuck.
You almost smash your knees against her.
"Sensitive?" she teases, "I bet you're close to cumming. Too bad I'm a little tired. I might give up before you cum."
She's just playing with you – but it's possible she might stop just to punish you.
She can't stop. You need to cum. You need to.
"D-Don't stop. Please."
"Please... what?"
"Please, Olivia–" you thrust your pelvis up a little, showing her your need, "I want to cum so bad... make me cum."
"I'm your Mistress. I don't have to do anything."
You plead quietly, embarrassed other might hear you, "Please Mistress, make me cum."
Her finger leaves your asshole and touches your entrance. She begins to push it inside, along with her middle finger.
"I don't know... you said you didn't like girls. I don't know. Wouldn't I be punishing you if I made you cum? You've been such a good girl now. I wouldn't want to do that." |