You start to speak, but the crop flicks across your back, leaving fire. The tears reappear in your eyes, washing away the anger and malice in them. Our eyes lock. "You will suck my pussy until I come." Ann begins to play with your penis, and you moan at her touch. She stops as soon as you show pleasure. "Suck my pussy.", I state. You don't move. The riding crop touches you, and you flinch. Ann teases you, and I quietly repeat, "Suck my pussy..." It isn't long before you tentatively strain towards me.
"What are you trying to do?", I whisper. Your head moves closer to my wet, musky cunt, but the chair is too low for you to reach it. "Say it.", I urge. "Say you want to suck your mistress' pussy." Ann continues to tease your cock. You lose all resistance. "I want to suck your pussy, please." I don't react, and there is a long silence. "Mistress." The word is whispered, with more than a hint of distaste, but it's good enough for now.
I push your face between my legs, thrusting my hips forward, and smothering you in my juices. You suck on my clit, and the orgasm I had been working on all night will arrive with full impact.
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